Blake, Abby - Warlock's Way [PUP Squad Alpha 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Abby Blake

  “Why did you do it?” Wilson asked. His anger toward the man who betrayed them was very clear in his voice, and apparently he didn’t care who noticed. To think that an ex-PUP squad leader saved a woman’s life twice just so he could get up-to-date information and then betray the rest of them was sickening.

  “Do what?” Jed asked sarcastically. “Track you down so that I can prove to your boss you’re not the traitors he suspects?”

  Benjamin thought they were the traitors?

  “How do you know they’re not traitors?” Amber asked quietly. The question was surprising. Amber had shown such faith in them. Why would she suspect Jed was telling the truth?

  “What, you mean apart from the fact that you’re still alive?” Jed asked with a scathing laugh.

  “Yes, apart from that.” Amber’s voice was clear, calm, and painfully neutral. But Jed must have seen something Wilson missed because he laughed softly and relaxed completely.

  “Because Hannah told me.”

  “What? Before you had her killed?” Darian threw in angrily.

  “No,” Amber said, the calm amid the storm of emotions. “Jed didn’t have anything to do with the attack.” She tilted her head in that distinctive way, and Jed grinned even wider. “Jed is the one who made it look like she died, but she’s still alive and very happy with her…” She hesitated, turned her gaze to Wilson, and quirked an eyebrow. “…with her teddy bears?” she asked, sounding confused.

  “With her mates, actually,” Jed said with a wink. “West and Eric are bear-shifters and very happily settling into wedded bliss with their pregnant wife, Hannah. Although I must say for a pediatrician Eric packs one hell of a punch.” He worked his jaw, clearly indicating where Eric’s fist had landed.

  “It’s okay, guys. He’s telling the truth. Jed really did fake Hannah’s death. I can feel it. I know it.” She stepped out of Wilson’s arms so that she could see both Darian’s and Wilson’s faces. “And I know Jed is not the traitor inside PUP Squad Alpha.”

  “Finally,” Jed said with another of those dramatically sarcastic sighs. “Now can someone untie me so I can get the feeling back in my fingers?”

  * * * *

  As Wilson moved to untie Jed, Amber gave Darian a pleading look. The plug in her ass made it difficult to think about anything else. If the situation hadn’t been so important with Jed, she probably wouldn’t have gotten through the conversation without succumbing to the moan that lingered in her throat. Every tiny movement set her nerve endings ablaze with excitement.

  Darian glanced at the clock, grinned wickedly, and then shook his head. She briefly considered taking it out regardless of what the nasty warlock said, but he must have read her expression correctly because he waggled his finger at her and grinned again. She huffed in annoyance and very carefully sat on the sofa.

  “Are the others safe?” Darian asked Jed as soon as the man was untied.

  “As far as I know,” he said, rubbing his wrists absently. “Kali, Ava, and Hannah are all off the grid with their husbands. Benjamin has been getting regular check-ins from all of them, but even he doesn’t know where they are. Dyson, Angus, Adam, and Thomas are all protecting Kristen. Jason, Devlin, Wesley, Bull, and I are still trying to track Lilly down.” He smiled as he grabbed a seat from the dining table and moved it to face the sofa. “That woman certainly has some interesting skills. Despite having found Lilly’s trail several times, we always seem to come to a dead end. I’m starting to think she has a form of jump travel that we’ve never seen before.” He laughed softly. “Chances are when we finally do catch up to Lilly, she’ll be the one protecting us.”

  “Who’s Wesley?” Darian asked, sounding agitated.

  “New guy working for Ronan. A weasel-shifter.” Jed shook his head and feigned a stunned look. “Talks faster than anyone I’ve ever known. Rather handy, though, if you want to get into tight spaces.”

  “A weasel-shifter?” Amber asked, hoping that she’d never actually meet the guy face-to-face. Furry little woodland creatures had freaked her out ever since a terrified squirrel had mistaken her for a tree when she was seven. The damn thing had run up her leg and burrowed under her sweater. She could still hear the sounds of her own screaming.

  “Yes, he’s a human who shifts into a weasel.” He saw the look on Amber’s face even though she tried to hide it. “If that freaks you out, then I’m not sure you want to know how Bull got his nickname.”

  “Bull’s a cow-shifter?” she asked in shock even as something inside her told her that wasn’t quite right.

  “Nope, try again. This time think smaller. Much smaller.” He cupped his hands indicating that Bull turned into something little enough to fit into Jed’s hands. The answer came to her even as she denied the existence of such creatures.

  “He’s a bullfrog?” she asked, hoping she was very wrong.

  Jed winked. “Only shifter on the planet that doesn’t need to sleep. Very handy for surveillance work.”

  “Um…okay,” she said, trying for a neutral tone and failing miserably. It wasn’t that she had anything against people who could shift into animals—her head seemed to be filled with information on dozens of different species now that she knew where to look—it was just that with everything that had happened in recent weeks the existence of shifters seemed to be just one more thing she had to incorporate into her understanding of the world. Considering she’d spent twenty-seven years in blissful ignorance, the sudden inflow of information was disconcerting to say the least.

  Jed must have noticed her overwhelmed state because he moved to stand in front of her. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he said with a smart-ass grin at the two men who seemed suddenly ready to attack him, “I’m told these two know what they’re doing, so you should be safe.” He turned his back so that neither Wilson nor Darian could see his face when he added, “Of course, you’re more than welcome to come with me. I was a PUP squad leader long before these two saw action.”

  Jed winked and smiled when both men moved protectively toward her.

  “I think I’m fine here,” she said quickly. She gave them both what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

  “That you are,” Jed said with a hearty laugh, obviously having noticed the men’s annoyance. “I’ll let Benjamin know the three of you are safe.” He grinned knowingly before adding, “And happy.”

  “Thank you,” Amber said, hoping that the man would leave quickly. He seemed more than happy to push Wilson and Darian into a violent reaction. Perhaps the punch one of Hannah’s mates had given him had been well deserved.

  Thankfully he turned and spoke to Darian and Wilson in a more professional tone about practical matters. Whether they would stay here—yes, since Jed would be able to follow Darian’s bounce tunnel out of here anyway. Whether he should drop by with some supplies—yes, in seven days exactly. And whether he should contact a family member or loved one to let them know they were safe—no, only Benjamin as neither man had any strong family ties. She declined the offer as well mainly for the same reason. She’d been a workaholic for most of her adult life. Her only contact with other people was in a workplace setting. If her boss and staff were missing her, it was only because of the work she did, not because she was friends with any of them.

  She swallowed hard at the realization that she literally had no one who would truly miss her if she disappeared forever. Still trying to reconcile this new take on a life she’d once considered satisfying, she almost missed Jed’s final question—did she know who the traitor was?

  Amber shook her head, sudden tears filling her eyes as she explained in a small voice what she did know. Jed thanked her in a more serious tone than he’d used the whole time he’d been here and then left via the front door. He’d promised to wander at least a mile away before opening a bounce tunnel to minimize the risk of creating another traceable path to their doorstep.

  Wilson looked at Darian, nodded in agreement to something she couldn’t guess, and then helped her off th
e sofa.

  “Wilson’s going to take the plug out for you, princess,” Darian said as he moved about the room gathering stuff. She glanced at the clock. It hadn’t been a whole hour yet, so she knew something was definitely up.

  “Why?” she asked, stopping where she was.

  “Because we need to go and I thought you’d be more comfortable walking without a plug up your ass.”

  “Why do we need to go?” She knew this was a reaction to Jed finding them, but she’d already explained that he wasn’t the traitor. Having met the man, she was certain he wasn’t the PUP squadmate betraying them.

  “We know what we’re doing, sweetheart.” Wilson cupped her cheek in his cool hand and pressed a kiss to her lips. “We promised to keep you safe. It’s a promise we both intend to keep.”

  “But we’re safe here,” she said, trying to convey her wish to stay in this cabin. It may have been rather boring the first ten days, but things had just started to get interesting. She wanted time with her men. “Jed is not the traitor. He’ll die before telling anyone where we are. I’m as certain of that as I am of my own name.”

  Having a memory filled with facts still didn’t explain how she would know things like this, but she’d stake her life on her knowledge that Jed—even as annoying as he’d been—was only trying to protect the Oracle’s receptacles. He posed no danger.

  “We’re just being cautious, Amber,” Darian said as he continued to pack stuff into a bag.

  “Look, I like it here. I feel safe here,” she said, not entirely certain why she was arguing to stay. Anywhere would be just as good as long as she was with her men. Perhaps it was the realization that no one would miss her, but she suddenly felt a desperate need to make a spiritual connection, to not just have kinky sex with men she cared for who cared back, but to forge something deeper, something stronger. “Please, the wards will warn you if anyone comes close. I just…I need…”

  She let the words trail away, her emotions as raw as her voice.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart,” Wilson said as he gathered her in his arms. “We’ll stay for a little longer.” He ran his hands over her robe, pushing aside the material and gently caressing her all over.

  Darian came up behind her. “If anything bigger than a mouse bumps into my wards, I’m opening a bounce tunnel immediately. No arguments.”

  “No arguments,” she agreed, turning in Wilson’s embrace to wrap her arms around Darian and kiss him softly. What started as a gentle exploration turned explosive moments later as Wilson smoothed the robe from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He ran his hands over her skin, tracing her shape, inflaming her senses.

  “Lean over the bed,” Darian said in the voice that gave her serious shivers. He was a kind, loving, generous man, but when he spoke in that tone, she wanted to fall at his feet and worship him. Wilson obviously noticed her reaction because he slapped her thigh playfully and bent her over the bed himself. He ran his hands all over her as he used one of his feet to widen her stance.

  “Beautiful,” he said and stepped to the side.

  Darian took his place, running his hands all over her ass before touching the butt plug. “I’m going to take the plug out, princess.” She shivered as he wiggled the base of the toy, every nerve ending tingling as he slowly pulled it from her back passage. It was almost out when he pushed it back in again. She groaned at the intense sensation, her arms shaking as he sped up, thrusting it into her ass over and over, fucking her with the plug.

  “We’re going to take you together,” Darian said as Wilson grabbed some condoms and lube from the leather bag. “Just imagine, princess, Wilson fucking your pussy, me fucking your ass.”

  “Yes,” she said on a whimper. This was what she wanted, to feel connected to them both, to feel whole, complete.

  “Good girl,” Darian said as he finally pulled the plug all the way out of her ass. He left her there, bent over the bed, shivering and shaking as he and Wilson stripped off their clothes. It seemed to take forever for them to get naked, but then Wilson knelt on the bed and pressed his cock to her lips. She opened immediately, licking him greedily, sucking him into the cavern of her mouth as the vampire groaned.

  “Holy hell,” he said as he tried to pull away. Amber was having none of it. She followed him, leaning further over the bed, but a sharp slap on her ass had her gasping, and Wilson’s cock slipped from her mouth. Strong hands gripped her hips, pulling her back into the position Darian wanted.

  “Behave,” he said, landing another swat on her ass, “or I’ll make sure you don’t get to come for a very long time.”

  “I’ll be good,” she said quickly, remembering his threat to use magic to hold off her orgasm. That was one punishment she had no intention of attracting. A good spanking, though, was another thing entirely. She wiggled her ass at Darian, but he just laughed.

  She was considering turning around to protest when he rammed his cock straight into her pussy, holding her back against him as he thrust to the hilt and held still. “Shit,” she whispered. The walls of her pussy were already fluttering around his thick cock. He fucked her slowly, almost lazily, as Wilson grabbed his own cock and stroked himself with the same rhythm in front of her.

  “Now,” Darian said as he slid a hand around her hip and found her clit with his thumb, “I want you to let Wilson fuck your mouth. No sucking. Just open your lips and let him inside.” She moaned her agreement. “Do it right and we’ll let you orgasm, princess.”

  She nodded enthusiastically, allowing Darian to control the angle as Wilson slid into her mouth. She breathed out, trying to relax her throat, trying to do as she was told. Wilson pumped into her mouth in shallow strokes, pushing deeper each time. The thumb against her clit moved slowly, circling the sensitive nub over and over, the gentle touch excruciatingly arousing.

  Amber shifted on her feet, the sensations beginning to overwhelm her. Darian started to move in her pussy, slamming into her again and again, his thumb tormenting her clit, Wilson fucking her mouth, her orgasm spiraling closer. She tried to relax, tried to deny the buildup, tried to pull back her intense need, she gasped, throbbing all over, waiting, needing, craving Darian’s words.

  “Come for us, princess.”

  She nearly sighed in relief, her orgasm swelling and bursting through her so quickly she nearly collapsed forward. She moaned as Wilson pulled from her mouth, but then Darian started fucking her in earnest as her orgasm exploded once more. She was shaking all over, gasping, shivering, moaning even as heat traveled her veins and exhaustion wound through her.

  Finally, Darian pulled his cock from her pussy, easing her facedown onto the bed, arranging her over Wilson as she let him place her wherever, too sated to protest.

  But when Wilson’s cool hands gripped her heated ass cheeks and held them apart, sudden anticipation filled her again. She felt the spongy head of Darian’s cock press against her ass, the lube slightly colder than expected. But it did nothing to cool her down. “Push out,” Darian ordered as he slid slowly into her untried passage. She did as she was told, the slight pain holding her orgasm at bay, but the incredible feeling of belonging to him taking her by surprise.

  “Perfect,” he whispered as his balls touched her bottom and the full length of his erection lay embedded in her ass. He held still again, holding her impaled on his cock. Her muscles began to relax, her body no longer wanting to force him out, but now willing to feel him moving inside her.

  Wilson moved in front of her, rolling a condom onto his cock as Darian lifted her over him, never separating his body from hers. Wilson’s cock nudged her pussy lips, her opening already clenching around him as he slowly pushed inside. All three of them were panting by the time she held them both in her body.

  Slowly they began to move. One pushing in as the other pulled out. Over and over they moved into her pussy and ass, fucking her slowly, deliberately, lovingly. Unexpected waves of heat flowed over her, the orgasm almost too exquisite to describe. Wave after wave
swelled through her, the rapturous sensation so new, so foreign, so beautiful that she moaned again and again.

  Wilson smiled at her, his hand snaking around her neck to pull her mouth down to his. He kissed her gently at first, his pleasure in her obvious, but then something happened, something changed, something became more intense. He deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as fast as his cock slammed into her pussy.

  Darian groaned, his pace speeding, too, his rhythm faltering, his cock throbbing inside her ass.

  “Come for us, Amber,” he gasped out, his voice rasping, strained as he fucked her ass faster. She shook her head, the sensations too intense, the emotions too ragged, the connection to men she loved completely and utterly overwhelming.

  But Darian didn’t give her a choice. He pushed his hand between them, thumbed her clit over and over until she shattered into orgasm. She screamed, the high, thin, keening cry filling the room as her men took their own pleasure, fucking her until they both exploded and spilled their seed deep in her body.

  Amber barely registered them pulling out of her, or the soft washcloth smoothing against her skin as they cleaned her up, before she fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  Amber woke lying between her men.

  “Good morning,” she whispered to Wilson, trying not to wake Darian up. She’d never seen both men asleep at the same time. It was pretty obvious that even though all three of them had slept together in the bed for the past three nights, Darian and Wilson were still very aware of protecting her. “What time is it?” She stretched her arms over her head. Even after two weeks of living in the jungle, they’d kept the same sleep times they’d had in the safe house. Very little daylight reached the jungle floor, so even if they’d had more than the one tiny window, it wouldn’t have made a whole heap of difference to her perception of time.

  “Nearly breakfast time,” Wilson said with a wicked grin. A week ago Amber would never have thought of breakfast as foreplay, but considering that they’d fallen into the habit of eating breakfast and then eating her—Wilson at her throat, Darian at her pussy—the word “breakfast” had taken on a whole new meaning. In fact she’d had so many orgasms as part of breakfast that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to walk through the cereal aisle at the supermarket ever again without moaning.