by Abby Blake
“Relax and enjoy, honey,” he said as he held her tight. West started to move more forcefully into her pussy. Thrusting slowly, deliberately, his pace steady, his entire focus on her pleasure. She lifted up to him, her need for orgasm gripping her once more.
“That’s it, babe,” he said as he started moving more quickly, pulling her hips closer, his cock shuttling into her pussy much faster, going much deeper, claiming her more thoroughly. She felt her orgasm start, the loss of control unexpected, the groans of both her men very gratifying. “Fuck,” West whispered desperately as his rhythm faltered, his movements becoming more erratic.
He pulled away, holding his jaw tight, his concentration absolute. She grasped his glistening cock, pumping him slowly as Eric moved between her legs and eased into her wet sheath.
“Hell,” he groaned as he pushed deeper. “Hannah, you feel incredible. Come for me, honey. I want to feel your pussy dragging at my cock. I want to feel the sensation that nearly drove my cousin into an embarrassingly fast orgasm.”
West laughed, not the least offended by Eric’s teasing. “Be careful what you wish for, cousin.” Hannah giggled, amazed that she could feel so happy, so lighthearted, so incredibly aroused, and still have so much fun. “Concentrate,” West said as he slapped her thigh playfully.
The moan that escaped her was completely unexpected, the orgasm even more so. “Holy shit,” Eric said with an amazed look on his face a moment before his control snapped and he started thrusting into her harder and harder. He groaned, his arms going rigid as she felt his cock pulse deep inside her pussy. Heat pulsed to every inch of her body, her muscles shaking as her climax rolled over her.
He pressed his forehead against hers, panting softly as they both twitched with the aftershocks of their mutual orgasm. He pressed a kiss to her lips, laughing softly when West teased him with a quiet “Told you so.”
“Come on, babe. Shower time,” West said as he pushed his cousin sideways. Eric slowly pulled his cock from her pussy, groaning at the separation.
“But you…” Hannah let the words trail off, not quite sure how to phrase her thoughts verbally. She still had her hand wrapped around his hard cock.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’m planning a very long shower.”
* * * *
West tried to gauge his cousin’s reaction as he lifted their mate into his arms. He didn’t want to upset Eric, but he felt a burning need to spend just a little bit of time alone with Hannah. It wasn’t just that he still had a raging hard-on. It was also the feeling of having fallen behind in the past three years as these two incredible people had gotten to know each other as friends.
And, if he were truly honest with himself, it was also about that slap.
Hannah had responded beautifully to his domination. He hadn’t expected that, but having seen her reaction with his own eyes, he couldn’t seem to control the need streaking through him. But they had to talk first. Once he’d met Hannah, he’d been fully prepared to put his BDSM days behind him, but Hannah’s reaction gave him hope that they might somehow find a middle ground.
Eric gave them both a happy grin and then rolled over and tucked his head under the pillows. Considering how little sleep the guy had managed since this all began, West was nearly certain his cousin was already in dreamland before they left the room.
West kissed Hannah reverently, sliding her body down the front of his as he placed her onto her feet. He caught sight of the slightly pink area on her thigh and couldn’t resist caressing the spot where his hand had landed.
She smiled at him, placing a hand over his as he caressed the smooth flesh.
“Did you enjoy this?” he asked, needing to know despite how vulnerable the question might make him seem.
“Yes,” she said, nodding shyly. She seemed to want to say more, but closed her mouth instead and watched him as a blush crept over her skin again. His mate was simply adorable.
“Do you know what a Dom is?”
Her eyes widened, but again she nodded and said that one breathy little word, “Yes.” But then as if she worried he’d misinterpret her words she added, “But only from romance books.”
He smiled and caressed the flesh of her thigh, wanting to smack her again, wanting to watch the reaction on her face as he spanked her, but not wanting to frighten her with his need. Until ten minutes ago he would have said that his forays into the BDSM clubs had been about mutual sexual pleasure, a way to get his rocks off without having to build a committed relationship. It had suited his “always on the road” lifestyle, and he’d truly believed he’d be able to give it all up once he found his mate.
But now that he had Hannah naked, panting, and wearing his mark on her thigh, he realized just how naïve that assumption had been.
He cupped her face in his hand. “I would like to explore this,” he said, unsure how to verbalize his fervent hope that their darker desires would bring them both pleasure.
“I would, too,” she said with another of those shy smiles. “I only know what I’ve read in romance novels so you’ll need to teach me.”
Blood rushed to his groin, the erection that had never quite gone down growing much, much harder. Teach her? Hell, his cock demanded that he claim this sweet, sexy, endearingly innocent woman immediately.
“Are you ready for your first lesson?” he asked, praying silently that he wasn’t overwhelming her.
She smiled so prettily he couldn’t help but lean forward and claim her lips. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, gripping her hair in his fist as he maneuvered her where he wanted, forcing her head back, showing her what he needed.
Grasping desperately for self-control, he broke the kiss, his hand still in her hair as he searched her eyes, terrified of finding fear. He knew full well that he’d stop instantly if he thought she wasn’t handling the situation, but her sleepy smile had him bending her over the vanity counter.
“Eyes on me, Hannah. Watch in the mirror.”
She did as she was told, bending at the waist and leaning on the counter, her palms flat against the surface, her sweet ass presented for his inspection. He ran his hands over the soft flesh, enjoying the way she squirmed as he rubbed her bottom, warming the skin, making certain that she was truly ready for him. Not willing to bruise her untried flesh, he grabbed her hairbrush from the counter, the smooth plastic surface a perfect replacement for a beginners’ paddle.
“Do I need a safe word?” Hannah asked nervously. His smile grew wider. Obviously she’d read more than a little BDSM in her romance stories.
“Not this time,” he said in a deep voice, thickened with his need. “You just have to say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or anything else negative and I’ll pull back.” She nodded her understanding, her body losing the rigid tension of a few moments ago. “We’ll start slowly.”
The first hit was barely a tap, and she wiggled her bottom, asking for more. The next few were similar, spread over her ass and thighs as he watched her reactions, making certain that she was enjoying his attention. He smacked her a little harder, grinning when she moaned.
“That’s it, babe. Let me know how you’re feeling.” He rubbed the back of the brush over the pinkened flesh. “But maybe hold off on the screaming for now. We don’t want the squad to come knocking down the doors thinking you’re in trouble.”
She laughed, rocking side to side and rubbing her thighs together as she watched him through the mirror. “There’s no doubt that I’m in a whole heap of trouble. Fortunately, Mr. Rindell, I think you might be up to the challenge.”
“That I am,” West said as he smacked her a lot harder with the brush. She just moaned louder. Fuck, his mate was absolutely perfect. He began smacking her rhythmically, constantly watching her reactions, gauging her enjoyment, pleased to see her reacting exactly as he’d hoped.
* * * *
Hannah had never felt anything like it. She’d read more than a few spanking scenes in her romance novels, but she’d never really understood the strange closen
ess that came with such unusually intimate behavior. The brush didn’t really hurt, but after each blow a slight sting and a slow burn began in her skin, the heat flowing to her pussy, swelling her clit, increasing her need.
She almost sighed at the pleasure when he started smacking her harder, spanking her more forcefully, moving the brush more quickly. She lifted on her toes, her need growing exponentially as orgasm pulled every muscle tighter. She whimpered, the sound escaping her before she knew it was there.
“Shhh, babe. I fully intend to slam my cock into this beautiful pussy the moment you start coming. I plan to ride your orgasm to heaven and back.”
Just his words set every muscle trembling. He pushed her lower, his big hand against her spine as he slapped her harder and harder. “Bite your lips,” he ordered quickly. What the hell? But she did as he ordered, grunting as the brush came down on the swollen folds of her pussy. She held the scream in, her body thrown into violent orgasm as West dropped the brush and rammed his cock into her body. She bucked against him, her pussy grabbing at his hard cock, gripping him tightly, trying to hold him trapped as he fucked her hard and fast.
“Shit,” he said as he lost control and spilled his seed into her body. He bucked with her, their movements jerky, uncoordinated. Heat washed over her again and again, her knees giving out as complete exhaustion claimed her. West held her up, the only thing between her and a crash to the hard tiled floor.
She pressed her heated face against the cool vanity, her pussy still caressing West even as he pulled out of her quivering flesh.
“Holy hell, sweet Hannah, you are absolutely perfect.”
She smiled, tried to talk, but couldn’t seem to find the energy to form words. He smiled as if he understood her dilemma.
“Come on, babe. Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed beside Eric.”
* * * *
Eric smiled even with his head still under the pillow. His cock was hard and throbbing, but it was the way West and Hannah had just proven how perfect they were for each other that gave him the most satisfaction. He’d purposefully let them think he was asleep, but even with the pillow over his head he could hear every word clearly.
He couldn’t believe they’d gotten so lucky. Hannah was perfect for both of them. Eric listened to West talking to Hannah in the shower. She didn’t respond out loud, but considering that West spent the whole time praising her and telling her how much she’d pleased him, words probably weren’t required.
She was nearly asleep as West carried her back into the bedroom and lowered her to the mattress. Eric gave up the pretense of sleep to pull her into his embrace. He smiled as she curled into him, and he sighed in contentment as he indulged his need to hold her.
Chapter Five
“It’s not good news,” Ronan said as soon as he walked into the room with West’s commanding officer right behind him.
Jed Mathewson, half of West’s PUP squad, and several Deeks Security employees, including Darian, currently sat or stood in the living area of the safe house ready for the emergency meeting Benjamin had called.
West glanced at Eric and Hannah sitting side by side on the sofa and wished to hell he’d been able to talk them into staying in the bedroom. It was a frustrating situation. Hannah was obviously strong enough to know and understand the dangers she faced, but as her lover and Dom he wanted to protect her as much as possible.
He glanced at the bag of BDSM equipment at his feet and wished Adam had delivered it yesterday. If he’d timed it right, West might have been able to make sure Hannah was tied to the bed before the meeting began. He ground his teeth at the inappropriate response that thought gave him and tried really hard to concentrate on the information Ronan and Benjamin were about to give them.
“The pixies are mobilizing. We think they figured out what the original assassin was trying to do. Whether they understand the implications or are just going on instinct we’re not entirely sure. The one who came after Hannah is not the only assassin they’ve sent out.”
“How can we keep Hannah safe?” Eric asked, pulling his mate closer. She smiled indulgently but it didn’t quite hide the fear she was feeling. “How did you stop the pixie that came after the other women?”
“We were able to trap that pixie, and she is still currently confined. It’s her disappearance that sparked the current situation. We knew this was coming. We just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.”
“Unfortunately,” Benjamin said quietly, “we can’t fake Hannah’s death like we did for Kali and Ava. The convenient timing would tip off the pixies and maybe even undo all we’ve managed to accomplish so far.”
“Have we found any of the others?” Thomas asked in a serious tone of voice.
“Not as yet. We have a few leads that surprisingly suggest that they are headed toward Sugarvale,” Ronan said. “My wife has proposed that perhaps the Oracle added that as a failsafe when she apparently split the information over so many receptacles. Kali’s not sure of exact details but she ‘knows’ that the others are heading to join her and Ava.”
“We are?” Hannah asked, looking skeptical.
Ronan smiled. “If you draw a straight line from your home to the diner where you stopped, it points directly to Sugarvale.”
“Oh,” Hannah said with one of those cute blushes. She tilted her head a moment later, and West recognized it as one of those times when information she wasn’t aware she possessed suddenly jumped to the forefront of her mind. “Actually, you’re right. Amber and Kristen are both traveling by car. I’m not sure about Lilly. I don’t seem to know where she is, but I know she exists.”
Every man in the room sat with his mouth open. No one had told Hannah the names of the other three women they were looking for. Only Skye, Benjamin’s vampire wife, had the presence of mind to ask if Hannah had coordinates for Amber and Kristen. The room was a flurry of activity as Hannah rattled off the longitude and latitude of the women’s whereabouts.
Benjamin quickly assigned two teams to intercept Amber and Kristen. The men hurried from the house, and moments later a dragon jump vortex and a warlock’s bounce tunnel both opened in the front yard. After having so many people in the small house, the sudden quiet was a little eerie.
“Can you tell them we’re coming?” Benjamin asked, looking just a little bit freaked out. He might have been a PUP squad leader for the past fifty years, but it was obvious he’d never dealt with a situation quite like this one.
“I think they already know,” Hannah said with a small smile.
* * * *
Several hours later Hannah still didn’t really know what to do with herself. The meeting had been interesting, and knowing that Amber and Kristen were now being protected as well was a huge relief, but it hadn’t changed anything for her situation. She was still in the safe house, still surrounded by magical wards, human weaponry, and soldiers, and still had nothing to do. Sitting idle had never appealed to her, which was probably why she thrived on the stresses of working in a busy hospital. She looked over at Eric for a while before he noticed her watching. He smiled, closed the medical textbook he’d been reading, and gave her a smile.
“Bored?”
She nodded, feeling a little bit childish in her selfishness. All of these men were working around the clock to protect her—even Eric, who was a doctor not a soldier. She should be very grateful—she was very grateful—but it didn’t alleviate the boredom of having nothing to do.
“How long did you take off from the hospital?”
Eric looked like he didn’t want to tell her. He rubbed the back of his neck, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. “I’m not on holidays. I resigned to deal with a family emergency.”
“You what?” Hannah asked as shock reverberated through her. “But you love that job.”
“I love you more,” he said with a smile.
Hannah felt tears well in her eyes. She hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. It wasn’t fair that Eric’s life was being turned
upside down, or that West and his PUP squad were spending all their time on protection detail when they were capable of so much more. It felt wrong to be in the center of it all.
“Hey,” Eric said when he saw her face, “it’s okay, Hannah. As soon as we can get this situation sorted out, we’ll find a way back to our careers.” He crossed the room, lifted her to her feet, and pulled her into his embrace. “It was probably time for me to move on anyway. People were starting to comment on how a fifty-three-year-old could look so young.”
“Fifty-three? I thought you said you were one hundred and four?”
“I am,” he said with a smile, “but that’s not what it said on my medical license.”
“Oh, I hadn’t really thought of that. It must be annoying to have to give up a successful career just because you live longer than humans.”
“It is,” he said as he sat on the sofa and pulled her down beside him, “but it also allows for a variety of different careers over a bear’s lifetime. The changes I’ve seen over the past one hundred years are nothing compared to what’s coming. Human society has advanced so quickly in the last twenty years that I almost can’t wait to see the future. Of course, it would be incredible to watch the world grow with my mate by my side.”
“Eric—” she began to say, but he cut her off with a hard kiss. By the time he pulled back, they were both panting.
“Don’t. We don’t have to make any decisions right now. Let’s just enjoy the here and now.”
“Sounds like an excellent idea,” West said from the doorway. “I’m officially off duty and I think it’s time for bed.” He said the word “bed” with such a lascivious smile that she suspected he had no intention that any of them would get actual sleep. “Come on, babe.” He held a hand out to help her off the sofa, but when she placed her hand in his he ducked low, pulled her over his shoulder fireman style, and carried her from the room.