by Marla Monroe
“Yeah, that’s it. Feels so fucking good, Wren.” Eason watched as she licked all around the rim of the crown and then back down to lap at his balls.
“Hold up for a second, Wren.” Warren gripped her hips and captured her gaze just before thrusting inside her all the way to his balls.
Both of them yelled out, smiles on their faces. Warren set a pace that had Wren grasping one of Eason’s legs as she lapped at his dick. The first time she took him into her mouth, he thought he’d pass out. Her mouth was hot and wet. Her tongue didn’t rest now that he was inside. Instead, it tickled along the slit and rubbed just beneath the head in that sweet spot that drove males wild.
“That’s right. Just like that, wild pup. Fuck, that feels good.”
Warren was talking to her at the same time. Telling her how amazing she felt and how fucking tight she was. Eason doubted she heard either one of them, though. Her eyes were shut as she sucked and licked until he thought he’d go insane with the need to come. Without warning, she sucked all the way down his shaft then pulled back with enough suction to drain a pool.
“Damn! I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” Eason’s eyes rolled back when she did do it again and again.
Warren’s shout made him realize that his bondmate was close as well. The big bear grunted and growled while Eason’s balls swelled and fire raced up his shaft. His ass cheeks flexed with the need to shoot his load, but he held back, waiting for Warren to pull back so they could both cover her with their seed. It was the closest thing they could do to mark her without mating her. To bite her without fully taking her together would make them all crazy, and they couldn’t afford that with no idea what was going on in the shifter world.
Warren pulled back then leaned over, holding his cock as streams of cum erupted to splash on Wren’s belly. Eason grasped his shaft and pulled it from Wren’s mouth with a pop. He stroked the shaft twice then covered her breasts with his sticky cum. When both he and Warren had emptied their balls and were almost ready to pass out, they rubbed their combined seed all over Wren’s chest and abdomen. Their scent would seep into her pores and for a few days, it would tell any shifter or natural animal within a half mile she was taken.
Eason smiled. He sure wouldn’t mind refreshing the scent as often as necessary. He still wanted to fully claim her but to force her wasn’t even an option. Neither one of them had any taste for something like that. If she wasn’t willing, it was rape.
They both curled up on either side of their mate and cuddled her close. Even though she’d long sense passed out, neither of them wanted to go to sleep and miss out on the simple enjoyment of having their mate between them for the first time. Eason vowed it would never grow old, but firsts were always sweeter and meant to be savored.
“She’s ours, Warren,” he told his friend.
“She’s ours, for now.”
Chapter Fourteen
Serenity woke the next morning stiff and just a bit raw. She also figured out that she was sticky and crusty from the bear’s cum that had dried on her overnight.
“Ugg.” Wren rolled over to find that she was alone in the bed. The pillow on one side of her was cool to the touch so the guys had been up a while.
Pretending that it didn’t hurt that they’d left her alone like that, Wren turned on the water in the shower to get warm while she tended to business. When she stepped into the steaming spray, Wren gave a heartfelt moan of pleasure. There was nothing better than a hot shower, especially when she was sore all over.
“You’re up.”
Wren screeched, nearly slipping in the wet shower at the sound of Eason’s voice.
“Easy there, wild pup. Don’t fall.”
“You scared me. I’m not used to people walking in on me while I’m in the shower.” Wren knew she sounded like a bitch, but fear did that to her. It was a coping thing or maybe it was more of a defensive thing. Either way, she hated how it came out with Eason.
To her surprise, the big bear just chuckled. “Good. No one should come in on you when you’re back here, but Warren and I. This is our territory and no one else’s.”
“Pretty cocky there this morning, aren’t you, bear?” She eased back under the spray and finished rinsing off.
“You could say that. Having you between us as we slept gave me a great feeling this morning. I’m sorry we weren’t in here when you woke up, though. We were making breakfast to surprise you with it in bed,” he said.
Wren stilled. Breakfast in bed? They would do that for her?
I’m such a bitch.
“Wow. That would have been nice, but now that I’m up, breakfast at the table would be just as good.” Eason wrapped her in a towel once she’d stepped out of the stall.
To her astonishment, he gently patted her down then used another towel to rub the worst of the water out of her hair. Wren hadn’t been coddled and waited on since she’d been a child and Mo had taken care of her. Once she’d grown into a teenager, all of that stopped and responsibilities, his and hers, replaced it. She realized just then how much she’d missed that time of her life with Mo.
“Let me finish getting dressed and I’ll be there in a minute to eat.” Wren wasn’t comfortable enough with the two bears yet to let them watch her while she completed her morning routine.
Oddly enough, that was more intimate than the sex had been the night before. She wasn’t sure why, but knowing the details of how she took care of herself and dressed felt a little more personal.
I’m thinking too hard about all of this. There’s no time to worry about the mating and my touchy feely needs right now. Someone has our wild dogs and we’re all still in danger. I’ve got to stop thinking about how good it felt last night to have them stroking my body. If I’m not concentrating on everything around me, I could miss something or end up with a dart in my ass.
“Focus, Wren.”
As soon as she’d finished slipping on her shoes, Wren followed the tempting smells coming from the kitchen. The scent of bacon, eggs, and something sweet filled the house. When she walked into the kitchen, she realized that something sweet was honey buns. Naturally.
“Did you make those?” she asked as she inhaled the sweet gooey odor of temptation and pounds there for the asking. “You know I can’t eat those.”
Warren’s face fell. “Why? Are you allergic to something in them?”
“Yeah. Calories. Too many and I swell up,” she told them with a straight face.
“Huh?” Warren asked.
Eason caught it right away and covered his mouth when a noise that strangely sounded like laughter escaped his lips.
“I don’t think I can make them without those. I can look for a recipe online maybe,” the big bear said with a stricken look, drawing the corners of his mouth downward.
“Calories, Warren. She’s talking about gaining weight if she eats them, you goofball,” Eason teased him.
“What? You don’t have to worry about gaining weight, baby girl. You’re perfect but a few extra pounds wouldn’t hurt either,” he said with a soft growl in his voice.
“I promise, pup. We’ll work them right off if you think you’ve gotten too many. You can’t get too large for us. We like to be able to hold on to you and not be afraid of squeezing too hard or being too rough.” Eason’s hint at rough loving sent a needy shiver down her spine and started the process that always left her panties soaked.
“Let’s eat. I’m hungry,” she finally managed to say around the desire choking her.
What is wrong with me? How could they get me this riled up with just words? Those were a dime a dozen and were rarely followed through with action.
But Wren had a feeling these two kept their word and followed through on everything they promised. That was the real reason her panties were already wet and she hadn’t been out of bed more than a couple of hours yet.
“We’re planning on leaving to go over to the garage as soon as we finish breakfast,” Warren told her.
“Good.
I hate leaving him alone at all. The pack is loyal, but we don’t have many good fighters. Most of them stayed in Texas with the larger packs.” She drained the glass of milk they’d poured for her.
“Why didn’t your pack stay in Texas?” Warren asked.
“Because there were already too many alphas in the pack. Mo’s a strong alpha and so am I. He’d have had to constantly fight to keep a place there. I would have been dogged to death by other alphas wanting to mate me. I was much younger then and Mo was afraid I’d cave too easily,” she told them.
“How old are you? You’ve only been here for what, five years?” Eason looked uneasy for a second.
“I’m almost thirty-four. I’m old enough to know my own mind now. We moved around for a few years before we settled down here. It was hard finding a place without either territorial wolf packs or other wild dogs nearby. Canine breeds are a lot worse when it comes to sharing territories than felines are. With a feline, as long as you don’t encroach on their space, they ignore you. Not so with canines.” She finished the last of the honeybun and groaned as she licked her fingers.
“Stop!” Eason bit out.
Wren’s hand stopped halfway to her mouth.
What. The. Fuck.
She was just about to stand up and knock some sense into the bastard bear when he grabbed her by the wrist in a loose hold then proceeded to suck on one finger after the other until they were all clean and she was all—not. Was she about to swoon? Every swipe of his tongue around a digit felt as if he was licking her cunt.
Holy hell! I’m never going to survive them.
Warren growled and swiped her other hand before Eason could claim it as well. Once again she was subjected to one of the most erotic sensations she’d ever endured before. By the time he’d finished cleaning the fingers of her other hand, she was about ready to cream her panties for real. She squirmed on the chair, unable to help herself.
“Looks like someone is anxious to get going,” Warren choked out around a laugh.
Wren narrowed her eyes at him before jumping up. “I’m going to finish getting ready and the two of you can do the dishes. We aren’t leaving them in the sink to soak.”
Before either bear could get a word out between them, Wren raced out of the room to grab another pair of panties and locked herself in the bathroom to change. At the rate she was going, she’d have to start carrying a purse like other females just to keep clean underwear in it.
She had no doubt Mo and the rest of her pack would be able to smell the two bears all over her, not to mention the fact that she was a walking perfume bottle of arousal. It was embarrassing and aggravating. They didn’t have time for distractions and right now, they were a distraction for her and she was for every male in a five-mile radius.
Wren was surprised when the two bears didn’t follow her to the bedroom or were waiting there when she got out of the bathroom. Instead, they were putting the finishing touches on cleaning up the kitchen.
“Ready to go?” Warren asked, wiping his hands on a towel.
“Yeah. I want to be sure they have enough safeguards around the garage. Mo usually leaves that up to me. He might not think of everything by himself.” Wren followed Warren out the door to their truck with Eason behind her.
“Stick close to us, baby girl.” Warren helped her up into the truck then sat down beside her as Eason climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Then you need to keep up. I have a lot to do,” she told them with a bright smile.
* * * *
Warren scratched his head, still unsure how she managed to move as fast as she did and not run over herself. The female wild dog could run marathons and not get tired.
“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Eason helped one of the wild dogs test the bars he and Warren had just welded to the inside of the windows.
“She’s something all right. I’m thinking more along the line of a dictator crossed with a mad, wet cat.” Warren hoped she hadn’t heard that.
Eason chuckled. “Yeah, but she’s our dictator mad, wet cat.”
“What do you think about all the preparations they’re making? Overkill?” Warren asked as he looked around the huge open space.
“Honestly, I don’t know. We don’t have any idea what we’re up against. Tranquilizer dart guns that carry drugs that actually work on us is scary as hell.” Eason picked up another iron bar and carried it over to the next window.
Pulling on his welder’s hat, Warren shouted through it. “Thing is, if they can’t hit us with a dart, they could kill us with a regular gun. Why they would want us alive is even scarier.”
He concentrated on laying a bead around the bar, securing it to the window frame that had been fastened to the wall. Bar after bar went up until all of the windows in the building had been reinforced. Everyone was busy and no matter how hard he and Eason tried to keep up with their mate, she was always one step ahead of them.
Wren had promised not to leave the building without telling them. They trusted her and knew the key to their mating relationship hinged on that trust. Not just between them and her, but between her and them as well. She had to be able to trust that they could protect her before she’d give up some of her freedoms. Warren aimed to make their ability clear and without question. Being able to relax, knowing she would never try to slip away to take care of something herself, would set the tone of their mated lives from then on.
“More than you bargained for?” Mojave’s amused voice pulled Warren from his thoughts.
“She’s exactly what we’d hoped for.” Warren grinned back at the other male. “I will admit that watching her makes me tired, but it also makes me hot.”
“TMI, bear. She’s my sister don’t forget!” Mojave’s stern expression and narrowed eyes didn’t match the laughter in his voice.
“Sorry, but it’s the truth.” Warren made sure Wren wasn’t close enough to them to overhear anything. “You know she’s worried about you, don’t you?”
Mojave sighed, staring at his sister as if he already missed her. “I know. I wish things could have been different, but holding out for my true mate was important to me. I’m too strong of an alpha to choose just anyone and force the mating. I would have crushed them under my will. Only a true mate would have been able to hold her own. That’s why Wren has always been able to deal with me and not back down if she thought it was important. She’s one of the strongest alpha females I’ve ever seen. Even your Ursa, Serenity, isn’t as strong as she is.”
Warren drew in a deep breath. He hadn’t really thought about that. What would that mean in their den? A new worry rumbled around in his belly. Would they have to move out and make their own way? He didn’t know if they could survive without their sleuth mates.
“Easy, bear. Wren doesn’t have an ambitious bone in her body. She wouldn’t challenge Serenity for anything. But when it comes time to get something done, look out. She’s hell on wheels and fiercer than the wildest natural animal in the world. I pity any fool once she has young. Hell hath no fury like a wild dog momma with young.” Mo chuckled and shook his head. “You and Eason have a lot to learn—and endure. I just hope the two of you are up to the test. All I can say is that there’s a good thing there are two of you.”
Warren wanted to stop him and ask for more advice, but the sly wild dog took advantage of Warren’s surprise to slip away to talk to one of his guard. The rangy old wild dog had purposely dropped those glimpses of what they could look forward to then left him to worry over it.
“Hey, you look like you swallowed a bug or something. Are you okay?” Eason’s concern clued him in that he’d let Wren’s brother’s words get to him more than he should have.
Warren started to tell him what Mojave had shared with him when shouts could be heard outside. They hurried to the main door, frantically looking around for their mate and fearing she was out there in the middle of whatever was going on despite her promise to them. To his relief, she stood at the door looking for them. Wren grabbed
a fistful of shirt on both of them and dragged them through the door to where several wolves and half of the wild dogs stood toe to toe growling and snarling at each other.
Wren shouldered her way through the crowd, despite having two huge bears who could have blazed a path for her much easier. Instead, she did it herself and Warren recognized her plan to use the energy and violence to shield herself and project a sense of power.
Didn’t she realize how powerful she was without all of that? Then again, she knew who she was dealing with and probably wasn’t going to take any chances.
“What the hell is going on out here?” Wren pulled a few of the wild dogs back from the snarling wolves. “What are you doing on our territory? Back off, wolfie boy, before I back you down.”
“You don’t control me. Where is she?” the snarling wolf asked.
“Where is who? There’s no one here you have any reason to be looking for,” Wren snarled back at him.
Warren positioned himself to the side of her while Eason covered her back. They’d let her handle the problem unless they attacked. Then he and Eason would put an end to it and possibly them if Eason’s bears took over.
“The female wolf. A rogue wolf crossed into our territory and stole her away. He came this way and I can smell both of them,” the wolf yelled with the other five wolves who were with him snarling their agreement.
“Mo! Are you here?” Wren called out without taking her eyes off of the six dangerous males.
“I’m right here.” Mojave stepped on the other side of Wren and growled.
A flare of his power had the six wolves stepping back, but they didn’t turn and run. Then Wren’s power joined her brother’s and two of the six wolves actually fell to their knees snarling and whimpering all at the same time. The other four moved even farther back.
“Get off my territory. You have no business on our territory and no one belonging to you or your pack is here. Tell Alex if he dares to show up again, we will have trouble.” Mo advanced on them and the wolves ran, dragging the weaker two behind them.