by Cara Adams
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When they left the aged care facility, Ms. Young, who’d told them to call her Janet, directed Nolan, who was driving, to her business address.
“If you’re going to interview me we might as well do it in comfort instead of in the car,” she said.
Nolan was amazed at how fast she walked up the stairs and into the building, pulling a swipe card out of her enormous purse and waving it at the security guard on duty.
Ethan was carrying Georgia’s two bags, but apart from that and driving, neither of them had done anything to help her. Still, he supposed at least they were there if it had turned out that she did need them.
Once settled on the couches in Janet’s comfortable office, Georgia mentioned taping the interview.
“Yes, I know. You told me before. I’m about to air some very dirty family linen. I expect you’ve heard this sort of thing before. Anyway there’s nothing Malcolm can do about it. It’s already in the hands of the lawyers. And for that I’m grateful to Mr. Vukic. Vukic Industries gave me an introduction to Sierra Bond and she’s helped my lawyers a lot. I anticipate her fee will be huge, but I also expect she’ll be worth every cent of it.”
Nolan knew Malcolm was Janet’s brother, the one who’d sent their father to the well-being center. Did he know the Hamilton brothers were mistreating shape-shifters? Nolan was interested to hear about that. He was also surprised to learn she’d spoken to Mr. Vukic. He was the Supreme Alpha of North America and even Nolan’s own Alpha had been wary about contracting the Supreme. To know this human woman had spoken to such an important person meant she had to be very important as well. And she’d said he could call her by her given name. Wow!
“I already told you that Malcolm is both self-centered and a bully. He’s older than me by eighteen months, and in his mind, that and a penis means he’s twice as good as me. When we were small he spent all his time stealing and destroying anything I showed any interest in. He pulled the arms and legs off my dolls when I was little. He took my completed homework out of my schoolbag and stomped all over it or tore it up when I was older. You get the picture. He was a total pain in the ass. Fortunately, I’m smarter than him and soon learned to lock my schoolbooks away from him. Even my parents, who thought the sun shone out of his ass, objected when he smashed my desk trying to get into the locked drawers. It’s also why I didn’t have a car. I knew he’d total it.”
“I understand why you aren’t close to him now,” Georgia said softly.
“It’s why I was really pleased when he said he’d sort out Dad’s accommodation and everything. I thought he’d finally grown up. Unfortunately I was too damn stupid to realize he’d only do it for his own advancement, not out of love or filial duty.”
Nolan wanted to ask what happened but knew it wasn’t his place. Besides, she was talking fast and easily. He’d soon find out.
“Malcolm had Dad assessed mentally and made himself sole trustee. Then he sold the family home and all Dad’s assets, put them in his own name, and paid Jackson Hamilton to care for Dad in his well-being center. Now all the money is gone and there’s no record of what Dad should have. I’ve paid for the deposit and his place in his new care facility myself, and meanwhile the lawyers are attempting to force Malcolm to make all Dad’s financial details public. Sierra Bond is going to get the court to revoke Malcolm’s sole trusteeship on the grounds that the Hamiltons were criminals. Meanwhile Dad has nothing left of what belonged to him.”
“No court will let Malcolm get away with that. I’m sure your father will get his property back,” said Georgia.
“I suppose they’ll appoint their own trustee who’ll expect to be paid a chunk of money to look after Dad’s assets, whereas I’d do it for nothing, but even that’s better than now with Malcolm having taken it all. And to think I thought he was finally starting to act like a regular human being.”
Janet was shaking her head at herself, but Nolan was certain he’d have wanted to believe in Malcolm if he’d been in her situation. He didn’t always love everyone in his pack, but they were his family. He’d never deliberately set out to steal from them or harm them.
Georgia waited for a few minutes but it seemed as though Janet had finished speaking about her father. “Tell me about your knowledge of shape-shifters. How long have you known Ambrielle?”
“Ambrielle used to stay with her Aunt Kitty each summer. We were friends from middle school and all through high school, then grew apart because I went away to college. I chose my college not just for the course I wanted to study, but because it was nowhere near Malcolm. Ambrielle’s association with shape-shifters was a secret between Dad and me. No one was supposed to know about her panther friends, but I worked it out and then I saw some of them shape-shifted when I went to visit Ambrielle once. I’m surprised Dad still remembered, although maybe it’s because of his own werewolf friends.”
Ethan wondered if Malcolm knew about the shape-shifters. Had he hoped to find out some secrets and have the Hamiltons pay him for the news?
“Have you met any werewolves?” asked Georgia.
“Not that I know of. I’d never heard Dad mention Carnal Connections or Kurt Urquahart before.”
Well damn. That was a dead end then because the people at the shape-shifter clinic and Carnal Connections had already been interviewed. If Janet couldn’t help them they’d just come around in a full circle. Although he really hoped her brother was sorted out quickly and that the old man regained the use of his own property.
Now, would they be able to go to bed with Georgia today? It’d been over a week and he missed having her in his arms so much. Was it possible to sneak her into their room? Or go to her home? He’d never been inside her apartment and he’d like to see it and learn more about her personality. It was her home. Surely it would reflect her temperament and nature as well as having a bed they could share.
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At first Georgia had been a bit saddened that the day hadn’t brought them more news of new shape-shifter groups, but as they headed home she realized it was actually more successful than that. It showed her that they were filling the gaps and adding more linkages. Mr. Young had a link into the BSDM community at Carnal Connections. Janet had a link to Ambrielle at Thorne House, the shape-shifter clinic. It was likely that, after more than a year of investigation, they had located all the werewolf communities within a day’s travel of here. Now the people they discovered were just links between existing communities. But she was very glad Norm had been rescued from the well-being center. He was losing his memory and he did have Alzheimer’s disease. But with gentle care and proper medication he could still have a happy life for years to come. And, in fact, he’d helped them today. His mind was still quite sharp enough for that.
“I hope Malcolm ends up in jail for what he did to his father,” she said.
“Is that likely?” Nolan was driving and she saw his eyes on hers in the rearview mirror.
“Probably not. All he’ll get is a slap on the wrist and maybe a fine. As long as the old man gets his assets back, that’s the most we can hope for.”
“Who is Sierra Bond? I’ve heard several people mention her,” asked Ethan.
Georgia smiled. “She looks quite ordinary until you see her eyes. They’re amber and she can’t hide how smart she is. It shines out of them. When she speaks it’s crisp and clear, and it’s only when she finishes talking you realize every word has been burned into your mind. She’s amazing in court. These days some attorneys won’t even take a case if they hear she’s going to be opposing them. Also, she’s a human mated to two werewolves, although most humans think the men are bodyguards.”
Georgia had been expecting her to be eight feet tall and stunningly beautiful so she’d been almost disappointed the first time she saw Sierra. Until the woman had opened her mouth in court. In the gentlest, most polite way, yet in a voice that could be heard clearly in every corner of the room, she’d sliced her opponent to ribbons and made his arguments
sound like a child’s fairy tale. Then Georgia had understood her power.
But right now she’d rather think of her own two bodyguards. She hadn’t needed them with her today, but she’d come to like having Nolan and Ethan with her. They understood what she wanted and looked after her so well that all she had to do was interview people, knowing they’d take care of everything else. It was very restful and left her mind free to be thinking and planning ahead for what would happen next. Right now, what she’d like to happen next was sex with her two men. Because they were hers. They demonstrated that so clearly in their care of her. She was going to absolutely hate it when the project finished and they were sent home. And who knew what job she’d be given and where she’d be sent.
Maybe they could all work on the project in another state though, with more packs. The lack of females was a worldwide problem and she and Wynn were the only ones fully up to speed on what needed to be done and where the gaps were in their knowledge. Yes, that’s what she’d do. She’d ask Cadfael Hanson to suggest to the Supreme that she, Ethan, and Nolan be allowed to lead the project in another state willing to give them a home and an office.
But where? It was no use going to Lewis’s home state of Wyoming as his tiny pack had been absorbed into other packs. But there were links to Texas among some of the people she’d studied. Perhaps they could go there. Or just next door into Michigan or Pennsylvania. Whatever. She knew what she wanted for her future now. To continue the genealogy project with Nolan and Ethan.
But right now, what she had to do was figure out when she could spend the night with them again. Next weekend they were going on a date to the Simon farm, but that seemed rather a long time to wait. It’d already been a week since she’d been kissed.
Chapter Six
Nolan knew Ethan was thinking exactly the same thing as him. That they both wanted and needed to hold Georgia in their arms again. Being with her all day long was wonderful. He wasn’t trying to deny what an honor and privilege it was to share in her life and help her in any way they could. But what they both were desperate to do right now was take her to bed and love her until she’d had several earth-shattering climaxes. Of course, in an apartment she couldn’t scream her release. That would have to wait until they took her to the farm next weekend. Right now he wanted to make her come several times, even if it had to be expressed quietly.
But would she let them enter her apartment? She’d always met them at the mall. They didn’t even know her address. Well, tonight was the time to ask.
“You need to tell me where to turn to take you to your apartment, Georgia. We don’t know your address.”
Nolan hoped by stating that in a positive way she’d just go along with him and tell him the directions. He thought it was a better approach than asking for her address, which sort of implied she didn’t have to give it as he could drive back to the mall.
Fortunately she didn’t hesitate. “It’s exit four. We’ve got quite a few miles to travel yet.”
The apartment block was neat and well kept. It looked like a nice place for the werewolves to live. However, all he wanted to do was take her inside and hold her tight. Would she let them? Would she remember that this was her car and they should have gone to the mall and gotten out, leaving her to drive to her home alone?
Clearly Ethan felt the same as him, quickly climbing out of the car and collecting Georgia’s bags from the trunk. Together they crossed the parking lot and walked into the building. Georgia walked over to a row of mailboxes and unlocked one, collecting three letters from it. All Nolan could tell was that her box was about halfway along the middle row. He wondered if Ethan had been able to see her apartment number.
There were three elevators and she pressed the button on the farthest one. Silently he stood beside her, wondering if there was a reason for her choice, or if she just liked that one. Once inside the elevator though, he understood. It was dedicated to floors five through eight, expressing past the first four floors with no buttons to push for them. Her apartment was apparently on the sixth floor. He hoped she had a nice view. Not that he planned to spend much time looking at it tonight. All he wanted to look at was her.
Despite all his interest in her apartment, he didn’t look at anything. The moment they were inside he pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, and poured every ounce of passion inside him into a kiss. She opened her lips for him straightaway, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it, making his heart beat fast with lust so that he had to force himself to concentrate on kissing her thoroughly, not on ripping her clothes off and throwing her on the bed. Not that he’d seen a bed yet, but there was sure to be one somewhere.
When they broke apart, both of them gasping for air, he noticed that Ethan had closed the drapes and switched on a small lamp on an end table. He’d also laid her bags on the small table.
Suddenly Nolan remembered he didn’t have any luggage here. He hoped she had lube and condoms, otherwise they were in a bit of a pickle. Unless she’d agree to them fucking her bareback. Oh, hell yes, that would be even better than just fucking her and he hadn’t even imagined anything could be better than simply possessing her until that very second.
While Ethan kissed their woman, Nolan stepped into the hallway and peeked into the room on the left. It felt rude to do that but he wasn’t trying to pry, just to find her bedroom.
The first room was evidently her office, with a table with a computer on it and masses of papers everywhere. That was the woman he knew so well. The thought of a “paperless society” hadn’t crossed her mind yet, that was for sure.
The next room was supposed to be a bedroom, but although there was a mattress on the floor, covered in blankets, there was no bed as such. There was a dressing table against one wall, and a chair in the corner, but nothing else apart from the bedding on the floor. Oh well, she must have her reasons. This is her apartment. I can deal with a mattress on the floor. After all we’re going camping next weekend.
The only other room, on the other side of the hallway, was the bathroom. So that was the only bedroom. Fair enough. He’d cope.
He turned to go back to the main room but Ethan was already coming up the hall with Georgia held in his arms, her legs wrapped around his hips. Nolan waved at the room and stepped back inside, kicking his shoes off and pulling his shirt and sweater off over his head. He longed to open the top drawer of the dressing table to look for condoms and lube, but wasn’t prepared to do that in case it offended Georgia. She meant everything to him and he wouldn’t risk hurting her feelings for anything.
* * * *
Georgia wanted these men so much, yet she hadn’t been able to bring herself to ask them to come to her apartment. Fortunately things had worked out perfectly. When Ethan placed her gently on her blankets she opened her eyes and smiled at him. She was so ready for her men it was hard to think, but she made her mouth form the words. “Condoms, baby oil, bathroom.”
Nolan was already half-undressed and he left the room immediately, while Ethan started stripping off his clothing. She supposed she should get naked, too, but she didn’t want to move. She wanted to remember how it had felt with her cunt pressed tightly over Ethan’s cock as he’d carried her into the bedroom. His erection was long and thick, and simply resting her pussy against it had heated her blood to a boiling point. She was so wet her jeans would likely be ruined. But too bad. She wanted these men. Her men. Hers.
Nolan and Ethan, both of them naked now, kneeled beside her and gently peeled her out of her clothes, then Ethan rolled her onto her belly. “Let us warm you up,” he whispered.
Warm her up. Hell, if she got any hotter likely she’d explode like a brushfire.
“Kiss me.”
Nolan stretched out beside her and dotted her face with soft little kisses. He kissed the line of her eyebrows, and then he placed a butterfly kiss on the tip of her nose. But then he sucked her earlobe and dipped his tongue into her ear. It tickled, but more than that, it aroused her.
“Hell. That’s dangerous,” she muttered.
Actually they were dangerous. Dangerous to her sanity. Between them they looked after her so well, loved her so thoroughly, she was completely addicted to them and knew she needed them in her life forever. But would their Alpha allow that? Would Cadfael allow it? And what about her plan to continue the genealogy project around the nation. Was that just crazed imaginings? Would the Supreme and other packs fund it, or would they insist the men go back to the farm and start working for their own Alpha again? Would she be told to go get a paying job? Ah fuck, it was all too hard. She’d rather concentrate on something else hard. For example, the cock brushing the back of her legs as Ethan poured baby oil in her ass and opened her up for himself.
Nolan tilted her head up to him and kissed around her jaw, tormenting her by not touching her lips. “Tease,” she said.
“Who, me?” Nolan licked her ear again, making her entire body shiver with lust.
Behind her Ethan had several fingers in her ass, rubbing the baby oil into her sensitive rear tissues as he prepared her ass for his cock.
“I’m ready,” she said, pushing back on Ethan’s fingers.
“Are you sure?”
Nolan slid a hand down between her and the bedding and flicked her clit. With Ethan in her ass and Nolan touching her clit, she was just about going insane with need. Finally he slipped a finger inside her pussy. “Well, well, well. She is indeed wet.”
“Told you so.”
The men rolled her onto her side and Nolan picked up a condom and sheathed himself. Ethan’s fingers were no longer in her ass so she guessed he was doing the same thing. Nolan wiggled closer to her then pushed one leg underneath her body. He lifted her top leg up and pressed his cock into her cunt, laying her leg down again over his.