Alpha Province: Polar Opposites (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

  Declan nodded. “You did, but before you fainted you looked as if you were convulsing.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. None of what happened was in your control.”

  “Declan’s right, love,” Jett said. “We’re just glad that you’re okay.”

  “Thanks.” Emmy giggled. “That is going to take some getting used to.”

  “I can imagine.” Brooks chuckled.

  “Why don’t we go take a shower, baby? Or maybe you’d prefer a bath?”

  “A shower sounds like heaven.”

  Declan rose and then held his hand out to his mate. She smiled at him gratefully and put her hand in his. He helped her up and guided her toward the en-suite bathroom.

  “When are the tour group leaving? Do you want me to clean their rooms? Have any of you put fresh towels out for them?”

  “We can worry about that later, baby.” He turned the taps on and, when steam started to rise he checked the temperature, shoved his boxers down and guided her into the shower.

  “Oh, that feels so good.”

  Declan smiled, clasped her shoulders, and turned her until her back was to him with the water flowing over her hair.

  She pushed her hair back, and when she reached for the shampoo he snatched the bottle up before she could. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to wash your hair, mate.”

  “I can do it.”

  “I know you can, Emmy, but I like helping you. I love having my hands on you and your body against mine. You wouldn’t deny me such a simple pleasure, would you?”

  She shook her head and turned away again. Declan poured some shampoo into the palm of his hand and then started working it into the long black strands. “Your hair is so beautiful, just like the rest of you, and it always smells so good.”

  Emmy nodded in acknowledgment but kept her eyes closed and her head back as he worked the lather up. She moaned when he gently massaged her scalp and leaned back against him. Declan could have spent the whole day right where he was with his mate in the shower, if he could have, but water was a precious commodity he normally didn’t like to waste and he had no idea how long the hot water would last. Maybe it was time to find out.

  “Keep your eyes closed and back up, baby.”

  Emmy did so and he rinsed the suds from her hair. Declan grabbed the sponge and the shower gel and then started washing her body. She whimpered when he washed her breasts and had to bite back a groan when he saw how hard her nipples were. If he wasn’t worried about her being tender, he would have rinsed the soap away and suckled on those sexy, hard peaks.

  “Are your nipples tender, Emmy?”

  “No, just a little sensitive.”

  “Hmm.” Maybe sucking on them wasn’t out of the question, but first he intended to wash every inch of his mate.

  He caressed the soapy sponge down over her torso and stomach, but instead of washing her cunt next, he avoided it and washed her legs and feet. Then he cleaned her back and ass. After rinsing the sponge and adding a small dollop of shower gel to it, he moved around her and washed her mound. She moaned and spread her legs farther apart when he slid it between her legs.

  “Declan,” she moaned.

  “Yeah, baby?” He could see her engorged clit peeking out from between her folds and knew she was horny, but he liked teasing his mate.

  “I want you,” Emmy gasped out.

  He hadn’t expected her to be so direct, but he was glad she had been. His half-hard cock filled fast until it was pulsing with need. He dropped the sponge, rinsed her cunt of suds, and then shoved his head between her legs.

  The first taste of her cream had him salivating for more. Declan grasped her hips and guided her toward the tile wall. “Lean back, baby.” When he was sure she was steady and wouldn’t fall, he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder.

  “Oh god.”

  He chuckled just before he licked from her entrance to her clit. He swiped over the hard bud before swirling his tongue all around before lapping his way back to her cunt hole. “Hold on to me, baby.”

  Emmy’s hand landed on the top of his head. He glanced up her body toward her face and growled when he saw she had her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and her lips slightly parted as she panted shallowly.

  So fucking beautiful! I can’t believe she’s mine.

  Declan dipped his tongue into her creamy pussy, and when she moaned he stiffened the muscle and thrust it in and out as far as he could reach. When he felt her teeter, he gripped her ass and then shoved two fingers up into her hot, tight cunt.

  Emmy gasped and groaned.

  When he began to pump his fingers in and out of her sheath, he twirled his tongue over her clit, before licking up one side and down the other. Her hips jerked and he realized he’d just found her sweet spot, inside and out.

  Declan pressed the pad of his fingers a little firmer against the top wall of her vagina and crooked them inside. Her whimpers and moans grew louder, tension invaded her muscles, and she began to shake. His mate was seconds away from coming.

  He curled his fingers even more, rubbed against the distended spongy spot inside her cunt, and sucked firmly on her clit.

  Emmy screamed just before she climaxed. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers, before releasing and clenching down again. Juices dripped down his fingers and hand to mix with the shower water. She gasped and groaned as she shook and shivered until finally the trembles wracking her body dissipated.

  Declan withdrew his fingers from her vagina and shoved them into his mouth, growling as he cleaned his fingers and swallowed down her sweet honey. He gave her pussy a last lick, lapping up the rest of her cream, and then kissed the top of her mound before rising.

  She opened her eyes and stared into his from her passion-hazed blue orbs.

  “That was…” Emmy shook her head.

  “Orgasmic?” Declan grinned.

  Emmy giggled and nodded. She went up on tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Declan wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her wildly, devouring her mouth just like he had her pretty little pussy.

  He gasped into her mouth when she caressed a hand down over his chest and lower still. When she wrapped her soft, small hand around his hard dick, he released her lips and sucked in a lungful of air.

  When he felt her brush against his leg, he opened his eyes and glanced down. He nearly lost it when he saw Emmy on her knees, licking her lips and eying his cock like a kid would a lollipop.

  As soon as she laved her tongue over and around the head, he squeezed his eyes closed again. He was already close to coming, and if he continued to watch her, it would be over way too soon. Declan wanted to savor this alone time with his mate, and he hoped he’d get the chance to have many more moments like this. Not that he begrudged sharing her with Brooks and Jett, but everyone needed to have some one-on-one time now and then.

  Declan groaned and braced his hand on the tile wall when she sucked his dick into her mouth. She was so wet and warm, he could have stood right where he was for hours.

  All thought fled when she started bobbing her head up and down while stroking her hand up and down the rest of his shaft.

  Heated tingles formed low in his belly and at the base of his spine. His muscles tensed and pumped up with blood. He legs began to tremble and for a second he thought he may not be able to remain standing, but he locked his knees and leaned onto his hand more.

  Emmy hummed and sighed as she sucked his cock, but when she started rolling his testes in their sac, he was a goner.

  The warmth in his belly encompassed the base of his spine. His balls hardened as the heat enveloped his balls and the base of his hard cock.

  Emmy suctioned her cheeks as she drew back over his dick, and then she enveloped him in her wet heat again. She moved her mouth over his cock faster, taking him a little deeper each time, until he felt the head of his rod touch the back of her thro
at.

  Declan clenched her hair in his fist, but didn’t try to control her. However, he needed to hold on to something other than the tile wall to anchor him firmly to the ground. His entire body was on fire. His cock engorged even more and began to pulse with the rapid beat of his heart, and as she sucked him back in deep, he shouted.

  He shook and shivered, his cock pulsing as cum raced up from his balls and spumed from the tip of his dick. His large frame quaked and quivered in a seemingly never-ending cycle of ecstasy. His legs trembled with each aftershock until finally the rapture waned.

  Declan lifted his lids and stared with awe at his mate. There she was on her knees with a sultry, satisfied smile on her face, and she was licking her lips as if she’d just finished eating a gourmet dessert, instead of drinking down his cum.

  Emmy braced her hands on his thighs and stood.

  Declan gathered her in his arms and held her tight as he swallowed around the lump of emotion constricting his throat. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but he was scared if he tried to speak he would end up bawling his eyes out.

  Emmy had almost brought him to his knees, literally and figuratively. He felt as if the emotions overwhelming his heart were leaking out all over. She was his strength and his weakness, but he never wanted to be without her.

  She was also his salvation from a long, lonely, bleak existence.

  Declan was deeply in love with his mate.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “What are you doing, darlin’?” Brooks asked when he found Emmy rummaging in the cleaning supply closet.

  “I thought I should go and check the motel rooms.”

  “You’ve been working behind the bar all afternoon. Don’t you think it’s time you took a break?”

  “I just had one.” Emmy frowned at him. “I ate lunch in the kitchen with the Cannon brothers. The rooms have been in use for a few days, Brooks. We can’t leave guests with wet used towels.”

  Brooks crossed his arms over his chest. “They usually come and ask when they want fresh towels.”

  Emmy shook her head. “That’s no way to run a motel.”

  “We’ve done all right,” Brooks grumbled.

  “I know. I’m not picking on you, but if you service a client’s room every day by making the bed and giving them clean towels, your star rating will probably increase and people who’ve stayed here will recommend it.”

  “We don’t need more people coming to Ambrose, Emmy. I like how quiet our life is.”

  “What about the other shifters?” She frowned at him and crossed her arms beneath her breasts.

  “What about them?”

  “The only way they’re going to meet their mates is if the women come here. The hotel has great reviews because of the wonderful food the panthers cook, but wouldn’t you like to have a better reputation for being clean as well as being reasonably priced?”

  “I’d never really thought about it.”

  “Emmy’s right, Brooks,” Jayson said as he stuck his head around the kitchen door. “The only way any of the others are going to find their mates is if we can entice more females to visit. They’re also likely to stay if the motel offers great service.”

  Brooks nodded and met her gaze again. “What do you need?”

  “Do you have a service cart anywhere? It would make my job much easier if I could load a cart up with supplies rather than having to come back and forth to carry things.”

  “There’s one in the garage,” Jordan said.

  “You have a garage?” Emmy quirked an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, but it’s so full of junk we don’t use it.”

  “Then maybe it’s time to clean it out,” Emmy said. “That way y’all will be able to park your trucks in there rather than leaving them on the street.”

  “Listen to your mate,” Jenson said. “She knows what she’s talking about.”

  Emmy snickered when Brooks glared toward the kitchen door down the hallway.

  He huffed out an exasperated sigh. “Let me see if I can find the cart. Don’t go wandering off by yourself. I don’t like having strangers hanging around.” Declan hurried down the hall toward the back exit. After glancing around the parking lot and over at the motel rooms, he rounded the side of the hotel, unlocked the garage door, and opened it. He glanced about until he saw the cart, thanks to his shifter eyesight, and threaded his way through the piles of junk.

  He lifted the cart and carried it outside. Just as he placed it on the ground, the back of his neck started to tingle and the hair on his nape stood on end. Without being obvious, Brooks scanned the area from beneath his lowered eyelashes, but he couldn’t and didn’t see anyone watching him. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being observed so he sniffed the air. The was a faint scent of cologne, but he figured whoever had been in the parking lot was long gone. Pushing his discomfort aside, he wiped the dust and cobwebs from the cart and wheeled it back into the hotel.

  Emmy squealed with excitement when she saw him coming and clapped her hands. He had no idea why she was excited over a piece of equipment, but he couldn’t help smiling at her exuberance. Her whole face lit up with her happiness and her blue eyes sparkled.

  His cock twitched and began to fill with blood. She was so fucking beautiful she took his breath away.

  * * * *

  Murphy had caught a few of the men in town eying him suspiciously. He had an awful feeling they knew he was here for that slut. When he heard the guide saying the tour group was moving on tomorrow, he decided he would, too.

  However, he really wouldn’t be going anywhere. He’d moved his car from the main street to a narrower street behind the hotel/motel. All he’d need to do for a quick getaway was rush down the small alleyway, get in his car, and drive away.

  He was also thankful he knew how to do a lot of sly things the normal Joe wouldn’t have a clue about. He’d copied his motel room key in the hard putty-like substance he carried around in the bottom of his pack, for just in case, and while the tourists had been off exploring that morning, he had melted down a piece of discarded metal he’d found with his portable blow torch. Now, he could get back into that room any time he liked. All he needed to do was watch and wait.

  In the morning, he’d leave without paying for his room after the rest of the guests left, but he wasn’t leaving town without taking that slut out. If he failed, he wouldn’t get paid the five mill he’d been promised. He wanted, needed that money if he was going to have an easier life. He was sick of taking orders from other people. First, it had been his abusive father, then the military, and now the fucking politician. Although he could have walked away and told that weak pompous ass to stick his money where the sun didn’t shine, Murphy had realized as he’d looked into the cold hazel eyes that if he refused the job, he wouldn’t be alive for very long.

  This was the last time he would ever do anyone else’s dirty work. After this was over he was going to find a luxurious resort and spend the rest of his life living it up big.

  * * * *

  Emmy used the master key to open the first room after knocking and making sure there was no one inside. Brooks followed her into the room and growled when he saw the mess.

  “This asshole’s a slob. Doesn’t he know how to put anything away?”

  “I agree, but it’s up to me to clean up.”

  “You’re not a fucking slave, darlin’.”

  Emmy turned to Brooks and hugged him. “I know. I won’t be doing anything with those clothes, other than piling them on the suitcase.”

  “Make sure you wear gloves. You don’t know where this idiot’s been.”

  Emmy wrinkled her nose and nodded. The room stunk of dirty socks. Thankfully, the smell wasn’t as strong since she’d left the door open. She released Brooks and hurried to the window, opening it wide.

  She donned her gloves and was about to start picking up the discarded clothes, but Brooks grasped her wrist, stopping her. “I’ll do this,” he said grudgingly as he pulled a p
air of disposable gloves from the packet. “Why don’t you start in the bathroom?”

  Emmy nodded and was about to go into the bathroom, but stopped when Brooks started tugging the gloves on. She covered her mouth when the latex tore and giggled.

  “Think that’s funny do you, mate?” He grinned.

  She nodded again. “We’re going to need to order bigger gloves. Or you could just let me deal with this side of things.”

  “I’ll deal.” Brooks grabbed another pair of gloves out, but this time instead of trying to put them on, he kept them between the palms of his hands and the clothes as he began to pick them up.

  Emmy entered the bathroom and began to clean.

  * * * *

  Brooks sighed with relief when the last room had been serviced. He and Emmy had spent over four hours going from room to room, making beds, cleaning bathrooms, replacing towels, and making sure new packets of soap were set out. He hadn’t realized how much energy cleaning up used. He was tired, but he also felt as if he’d achieved something. Even though the first room had been a pigsty, the others hadn’t been too bad.

  The last room he and Emmy had entered had smelled strange, as if something had been burning, but he hadn’t seen any evidence. They’d opened the windows and door to air the place out and had gotten to work.

  It had been hard for Brooks to concentrate on the job. Every time he glanced Emmy’s way he had to bite back a groan of desire. Her toned peach of an ass had been up in the air and wiggling back and forth as she cleaned.

  He was so fucking hard he was aching and leaking pre-cum. If he didn’t get some relief soon, he was worried he was going to bust out of his zipper.

  He eyed Emmy’s sexy body up and down and followed her along the hotel hallway wheeling the cart. She glanced at him over her shoulder and ran her gaze down his body toward his groin. Luckily, the trolley was hiding his erection from view.

  She stepped aside after opening the door to the utility closet, allowing him to put the cleaning trolley away. When he turned to face her, she stroked a finger down her neck and between her breast, all the while staring at the hard pole in his jeans.