Publicly Exhibited [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Seven, he texted Willow, and I hope that’s a positive snort. C U @ 7, he sent to Cadfael.

  Carrying his bags of groceries, Rhion walked through the food court, stopping at the ice cream stand. Unsure of what Willow would like he bought a quart of lemon sorbet, and a second quart of the decadent triple chocolate swirl. Hopefully one of them would suit her tastes.

  Back in his apartment he marinated his now defrosted steaks, and tore up his salad greens, washing them carefully before piling them into a bowl. Again he dithered, this time unsure of whether or not to add dressing. Better to let her do that herself if she wants, he decided.

  By the time he’d taken a shower and gotten dressed again, it was only half an hour before he needed to go downstairs and collect Willow. Rhion leaned against the wall, her image as clear in his mind as if she was in the room with him. Her gray eyes sometimes sparkled with fun. At other times they were darker as she sat and thought. Usually her body was hidden under a T-shirt and jeans, but the dress she’d worn to the movies had made the most of her delicious curves, hugging her breasts and her hips, displaying the line of her long legs. The woman was truly beautiful and her body everything a red-blooded wolf could want. But he liked her tenacious attitude, her fortitude, and her sharp mind as well. Other men might prefer a woman who would sit and hang off his every word, but Rhion’s taste was for one who would argue with him, and add comments to the conversation that made him think.

  It was early, but he was too tense with the need to see her again to wait passively in his apartment. He ran down the single flight of stairs to her apartment, and knocked on the door. Hawthorne opened it, saying, “Oh, good. You’re early. Willow and I have a few tidbits of information we learned today to share with you.”

  “Wait until I call Cadfael. That’ll save you saying it twice.”

  “Okay. We bookmarked the website.” He noticed the two laptops sitting on the table. That’s right. Cadfael had gotten them a second one when they started doing the Facebook checks so they could work faster by sharing out the tasks. They must have found a link on Facebook.

  He was also pleased to see Hawthorne opening the door and acting so freely. Her natural self-confidence was coming back, which was wonderful.

  Rhion texted Cadfael. I’m at 7C they have some tidbits of news to share with us.

  Almost immediately Cadfael replied, I’m on my way.

  “He’s coming.”

  Hawthorne nodded and very soon Willow appeared, back in her jeans again unfortunately. He wondered if she missed not having her personal possessions. It had to be like living out of a suitcase on vacation. After the first few days he always started noticing things he hadn’t brought with him that he wished he could wear, or use, or refer to. Likely the women felt the same. Probably they also felt it wasn’t worth buying a whole lot of stuff for the short-term when they’d have access to all the things they wanted again soon. At least, he hoped for their peace of mind it was soon.

  Cadfael arrived and Hawthorne showed them Jackson Hamilton’s Facebook page, of which they could see very little as most of it was blocked. Willow then referred them to his LinkedIn profile, which was visible, and Hawthorne brought up the clinic’s website, which again said almost nothing.

  Rhion scribbled down the URLs for Jackson’s profile and the clinic. “I don’t know if there’s anything more we can find out without risking being considered stalkers, but these links might be useful.”

  “A friend mentioned Harry Harrison’s security company to me today. It might not hurt to refer the search on both Bailey and Jackson to him. Likely they’re both perfectly law abiding citizens, but a brief check of their backgrounds by someone with access to information we don’t have, might not hurt,” said Cadfael.

  “Harry Harrison? That huge, enormous—” Rhion stopped himself before saying “bear.” Harry Harrison was a bear shape-shifter.

  “Yes, that’s the one. His security firm is second to none.”

  “It could be good to have someone check out Bailey’s company. I don’t understand why he isn’t constantly promoting it,” said Willow.

  “He’s quite secretive. We dated for months, on and off, yet when it comes right down to it, I don’t know very much about him at all. At first I thought it was because I was in awe of him being older and powerful. Then I wondered if it was because our relationship wasn’t very deep. But now I think he deliberately kept himself aloof. We talked about the day’s news, the event we were at. Not personal things. Yet with my other boyfriends we usually talked about each other. We wanted to learn about the other person,” said Hawthorne.

  Rhion nodded. Hawthorne had hit the nail on the head with that perceptive statement. To him, the whole Bailey Hamilton situation stank. But the man was innocent until legally found guilty, and thoughts, ideas, feelings had very little weight in a court of law. “I agree. Hiring Harry’s people is a good idea.”

  Rhion and Cadfael stood up to leave, then Rhion thought about Hawthorne. “Will you be all right here alone?” he asked.

  “Of course. Neither Willow nor Eilidh likes jazz. I plan to put the jazz channel on and enjoy it.”

  Willow laughed and hugged her sister as Cadfael opened the door.

  Rhion feasted his gaze on Willow. She was so beautiful and soon she’d be his. Theirs forever.

  * * * *

  Willow was under no misapprehension about tonight. They were going to Rhion’s apartment and they’d fuck like bunnies. She’d never had so many orgasms in a day as she’d had the night she’d spent with them. Even now she had trouble remembering how many climaxes she’d achieved. Way more than ever before. In fact two in one night had been her previous record and they’d surpassed that in the blink of an eye. Of course, she was interested to see what kind of a meal Rhion had provided for them, but personally, the sooner they got to dessert the better, in her mind.

  Cadfael pushed the door to the stairs open, but Rhion ignored him and kept a grip on her elbow, guiding her to the elevator. Willow giggled. She didn’t mind taking the stairs. It was only three flights up to—Oh wait. The tenth floor was Cadfael’s apartment. She didn’t know where Rhion’s apartment was. Maybe they were going downstairs somewhere, not up. She was always confused when she got in the elevator and there were no numbers or directions beside the buttons. It was weird. She found herself counting them, even though she knew for most people that was unnecessary, as their card would only let them out at the floor which held their office.

  “Can you access every floor, Rhion, or is it only Cadfael who can?”

  “Yes, I can, as can the head security guard, Maelor, and the center manager, Dylan, of course, and a few others.”

  “It’s a neat way to ensure security, I suppose. If the bad guy is standing here counting buttons and trying to figure out which one to press, it’d make him pretty easy to catch.”

  “And for him to even get inside the elevator presumes he snatched a swipe card to get the door open and convinced Sophie he was supposed to be here. Fortunately we’ve never had any trouble. Sophie keeps a good look out for clients coming to visit us and usually has someone ready to escort them where they need to go. But most salespeople and company representatives go straight to the store they deal with and never even come to this area.”

  Willow was surprised how fast the lift took them to Rhion’s floor. “Is this the eighth floor?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wow. And to think Cadfael didn’t force us to take the stairs.”

  Cadfael swatted her ass and her pussy creamed. Hmm yes. I wouldn’t mind a little bit of ass paddling and some ass fucking either.

  Willow and Cadfael sat at the table as Rhion grilled the steaks and took the salad out of the refrigerator. He handed them plates and cutlery, then brought out sodas which they sipped as the meat cooked. And all the while they talked about lighthearted and happy things. Everyday conversation. Nothing about shape-shifters, or angry ex-boyfriends, or even security conscious malls. Willow relaxed an
d enjoyed herself, laughing at the men’s jokes and feeling weeks of tension slide off her shoulders, leaving her to unwind and luxuriate in their company.

  When she was offered lemon sorbet or triple chocolate swirl ice cream, Willow very deliberately licked her lips and said, “Both.” Everyone knew that it wasn’t just the two desserts she wanted, but the two men as well.

  Ever since Hawthorne had first seen the shape-shifter, her life and her sister’s had been racing along faster than the speed of light, and mostly out of their control. But since they’d come into the mall, their lives had slowed down from warp speed to something they could control again. No, nothing was settled. No, they weren’t safe. No, they couldn’t even walk around the stores during opening hours. But Willow herself felt more in control. Looking for clues about their situation empowered her. Being listened to by these men soothed and settled her. Knowing she aroused them and that they wanted her made her feel like a woman again, not a bug fleeing from a boot about to squash her.

  Willow gasped as four hands pulled her to her feet, and began stripping her clothes off her. The two men worked together as a team, Cadfael removing her shoes and socks, then her jeans, while Rhion had her sweater and T-shirt off and was unsnapping her bra faster than she could think. Willow tried to reach for his belt buckle but he swatted her fingers away. She was lifted up onto the counter as her panties were dragged off, and Rhion handed Cadfael the quart container of sorbet, while keeping the ice cream for himself.

  Two spoons landed on her belly and Willow giggled. “Where’s mine?”

  “We’ll feed you,” promised Cadfael in a deep, husky tone.

  Willow watched as Cadfael placed little piles of sorbet over each breast, then a spoonful in her belly button. Meanwhile Rhion was trailing the ice-cold container over her thighs, leaving cold, wet stripes which he then kissed.

  Cadfael was sucking sorbet off her breasts by the time Rhion coated her pussy lips in ice cream. “Damn that’s cold,” she complained.

  “You’re so hot it’s melting fast,” Rhion replied.

  Willow grasped Cadfael’s hair and held his head to her breasts as he licked and sucked at the sorbet, but he pulled away to lick the delicacy out of her belly button. This time he held a spoonful up to her lips so she could eat some. “If you took your pants off I can think of a better way to serve it,” she said.

  “Maybe later,” he murmured licking her skin some more.

  Then the two made patterns in yellow and chocolate over her belly. Now Willow laughed outright. “You’re making me a sticky mess and none of us is getting any ice cream.”

  “Yes, enough foreplay, let’s get on with the main course,” said Cadfael, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder.

  From her upside down position Willow noticed Rhion had brought the dessert and spoons with them though. She had plans for the men’s cocks and those treats. As soon as Cadfael put her down she said, “Now it’s my turn. You both get undressed and lie down.”

  “Oh, bossy. If we don’t, will you put on stilettos and crack a whip?” teased Rhion.

  “Maybe.”

  She sat across their legs to keep them in place, making their cocks into ice cream cones with layers of lemon and chocolate.

  “Hey, that’s cold,” complained Cadfael.

  “Way too cold,” said Rhion.

  “I don’t think so. It hasn’t diminished your erections at all.”

  Finally she stopped because she knew there was far more ice cream on the two cocks than she could eat. So she spooned small amounts off and fed it to them, only sucking their cocks once she could get her mouth over them properly.

  But once again they took control, grabbing her, and pulling her down over their bodies to suck and taste her breasts.

  Cadfael left her in Rhion’s arms and began preparing her ass. Willow relaxed. This was what she wanted. Both her men inside her again.

  The world was a crazy place. Her life was totally disorganized, her future unknown. But here, in this room, with these two men, she felt safe, wanted, loved, and protected. And she couldn’t wait for them to fuck her.

  * * * *

  Rhion seemed to have been waiting all night for this. He hadn’t consciously planned each step of the way, but bed had definitely featured in his thoughts as immediately following dinner. Although the games with the food had certainly been unexpected and arousing. But right now he wasn’t interested in showering off the sticky residue. All he wanted now was to fuck their woman. To claim her and have her understand she belonged to them and nothing and no one could ever change that.

  He wondered what Cadfael was using to open her ass. Hopefully not ice cream. He wasn’t certain, but he thought likely that wouldn’t work. Anyway there was a pair of delightful breasts in front of him and they needed his undivided attention. From there he kissed Willow’s mouth. She was so sweet, her lips so soft and welcoming, yet her tongue danced with him in the ultimate passion as well.

  He held her wrists so she couldn’t divert his attention, forcing them down to her sides as he kissed her nose, her eyebrows, her chin, her jawline, and finally her lips again.

  Her mouth took his back with so much passion his dick jumped between them, and he longed to shove it inside her where it belonged. But not until Cadfael was ready. They were a partnership and each of them needed to play his role.

  By the time Cadfael nodded to him, Rhion’s dick was killing him. He lifted Willow’s hips, held his cock at her entry, and wiggled inside. Willow gave him a wicked grin and slammed down on him, absorbing him to the hilt instantly, with a flood of wet heat that almost blew his mind. “Woman, you’ll be the death of me doing things like that.”

  “You’ll be the death of me taking so long to get to the fun stuff.”

  Rhion wrapped his arms over her back and parted her ass cheeks for Cadfael. His friend lined up his dick at her back door and began to wiggle closer and closer to them. Rhion kept a firm grip on Willow. If she pulled that stunt again, and slammed back on Cadfael, he’d likely die of lust. Of course Cadfael would possibly be dead from joy, but it would be much better if they all did this together, in a more measured way. Not that his brain was capable of thinking or planning right now. His dick was doing all the talking and it wanted to get fucking.

  Once Cadfael was deep in her ass, Rhion moved his hands and held her hips. He really needed to feel some form of control over her. Already he was so desperate to come it was going to be hard to be patient and fuck her as she deserved. If she took over, then he’d come in the blink of an eye and she’d miss out on the best possible orgasm.

  In and out they seesawed, Rhion concentrating on hitting her sweet spot, and teasing her clit. She was silent now, her eyes closed and her head resting on his chest. He could feel her heart pumping fast, as was his, and he loved the light tickle of her breath on his sweaty skin. Every now and then she exerted her feminine power over them both by tightening her internal muscles, squeezing his dick so hard he couldn’t move it, or twisting her hips in some unexpected way that sent his dick rotating inside her, driving them both wild.

  He smiled. His brain was fried with lust. It was all he could do to keep control of his reactions and not come. But he wasn’t really in control. She was proving her power with every breath she took, driving him wild, helping him to go higher and higher when his intention had been only to give her pleasure.

  And then she broke, her orgasm flooding his dick with her hot cream, her inner muscles milking him until his resistance died and he poured his cum into her cunt. Cadfael groaned loudly and he knew his friend had succumbed to her wiles as well.

  He and Cadfael held her between them as they rolled over onto their sides and lay panting, yet still locked together. As his sweat started to cool he became aware again of how very sticky they all were.

  “Time for a shower. I’ll go turn the water on.”

  His bathroom was an ordinary one, but the water was hot, the towels plentiful, and he made sure there wa
s all the soap and shampoo she could need sitting on the counter.

  Once they were all clean, Cadfael took her in his arms and signaled to Rhion who held her as well. “Mate us, Willow. Marry us and be ours. We promise to look after you, and Hawthorne, forever,” said Cadfael.

  “I love you, Willow. I’ll always love you and protect you. I told Cadfael when I first saw you that I knew you were a gift to us from the gods and I truly mean it,” said Rhion.

  Before she opened her mouth he knew she was going to say no. “I love you both, too. But I can’t agree to anything until I know what will happen to Hawthorne and me. How can I agree to stay with you when Bailey might do something horrible to you, might even threaten the mall itself once he finds out where we are?”

  “If he does attack us we’ll fight back. Legally, physically, whatever it takes. It’d be a privilege to protect you,” said Cadfael.

  “I can’t do it. I won’t do it. I won’t endanger the livelihoods of so many people, people who welcomed me and my sister, and have been so kind to us. While he doesn’t know we’re here we’re safe and I’d love to be with you. But that might change at any time. So I won’t make a commitment.”

  “Well fuck. We’ll just have to work harder to learn what his problem is,” said Cadfael.

  “I agree.” Yes, Rhion agreed. But he didn’t have the faintest idea how to do it. They’d done everything they could think of and still had no solution. What if they never found the answer?

  Chapter Nine

  Willow’s life had settled into a steady pattern. Eilidh now slept back in her own apartment, although she regularly visited them for coffee and a chat, having become their best friend. They’d moved the furniture out of the room Eilidh had slept in, and the walls were now covered with notice boards on which were pinned the family histories of various werewolf clans. Sticky notes in a range of colors linked the families together around the room. And in the center of the room was a table and two chairs where Hawthorne and Willow worked, collating the data, updating the family trees, and writing endless e-mails to Wynn and Georgia to try to fill in the gaps.