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

by Cara Adams

  Now that Willow and Hawthorne were managing the information, Georgia’s team had been freed up to interview people and they were trying to answer the questions that Willow and Hawthorne identified, while Wynn’s people continued to interview seniors.

  Willow had been pleased to find out many werewolf communities had the equivalent of a retirement village area where seniors gathered, and that made interviews easier as the wolves’ memories sparked other thoughts and ideas from each other and links between families and communities were found. The senior citizens loved being interviewed and often contacted Willow or Hawthorne afterward to add information they’d remembered or followed up on themselves. The project was really coming to life and gaining its own momentum.

  Willow leaned back in her chair. “It’s not the same as running around with samples to put in the oven or test in a fume cupboard, but it’s still research and I’m really enjoying this project.”

  “Because it’s useful. With DNA testing far too often it was some woman trying to make a man pay child support, or the man trying to avoid paying child support. Here we have people vitally interested in learning about their family connections.”

  “The word you used, ‘connections,’ is key. Almost all the werewolf communities are connected. Families are linked back and forth all over the place. Look at the pink sticky notes, or the green ones. They start over here, but there’s a smattering of them on almost every panel of the wall.”

  “But there’s also more human input than I expected seeing. It wasn’t encouraged until very recently,” said Hawthorne.

  “There’s always been people who knew about the wolves. Or maybe it’s just that people have always fallen in love.”

  “So when are you going to marry Rhion and Cadfael? I mean mate. I don’t think polygamy is legal here just yet.” Hawthorne giggled.

  “I can’t. Not until I know Bailey has lost interest in us. Well, in you, I suppose. I can’t risk him trying to harm these people who’ve been so good to us.”

  “Do you think he’s still looking for me?”

  Willow felt guilty that she’d spoiled Hawthorne’s happiness, but she answered honestly. “At the time you seemed to be the only thing he was interested in. Finding you. Getting you into that clinic. Sorry, the mental well-being center.” She let the sarcasm show through her last sentence. Mental well-being. What a joke. Hawthorne’s mental health was just fine, away from Bailey.

  “Have either Cadfael or Rhion talked about Bailey lately?”

  “No, mostly we talk about the mall or the genetics project.” Again, Willow felt a bit guilty. The last few nights they hadn’t actually talked about anything at all. The three of them had only been interested in getting naked and fucking. It seemed to her that the more she touched the men, the more she lay in bed with them, licking and sucking all their interesting flesh, the more she wanted and needed them. It was like a fire burning inside her. The moment one or the other of them knocked on the apartment door all she could think about was getting their cocks out of their pants and sliding them inside her. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Anywhere was good and both of them together was even better. Right now, here in the middle of the day, just talking about them with her sister was making her hot and needy.

  Thank goodness she’d asked Eilidh to get her the pill. There was no way she wanted to use condoms with them. She craved the heat of their cum filling her, the knowledge of their claiming and possessing her. Feeling their seed in her body was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.

  “I’ll make sure to ask tonight,” she promised.

  “Wear the black dress. Give them a thrill,” suggested Hawthorne.

  “All right. I will.”

  * * * *

  “Have you checked your Facebook page lately?” asked Hawthorne.

  Willow looked up from the interview she was reading. “No, not really. It’s much too tempting to want to like something one of my friends has said.”

  “Well check it now.”

  Willow stared at Hawthorne but her sister’s head was bent. Her shoulders were tense though. Oh, fuck. Something was wrong. Just when they’d settled in here at the mall with worthwhile work to do and where Bailey couldn’t get them, something else had gone wrong.

  Hastily she opened a new tab and brought up Facebook, logging into her account. She went straight to her wall where she found several messages from various people all saying much the same thing—“Check your messages, PM me, message me soon.”

  That was when she looked at her messages. She’d only ever had a couple of messages, even now when she hadn’t been going to Facebook very often. Instead, there were more than a dozen messages waiting for her.

  Once again they were all variations on the same thing. “Hawthorne’s boyfriend is trying to contact her. Have they split up? Bailey wants to talk to you. That sleazy PJ from your work has been asking everyone if they’ve seen you.”

  And one from a good friend said, “Seriously, hun, ignore them all and just keep doing whatever you want.”

  Willow felt sick. Bailey hadn’t forgotten them or decided to ignore them after all. He was actively hunting for them and using their friends to try to convince them to come out of hiding. It was no surprise to learn PJ was going to help Bailey. He probably believed Bailey’s story about being a very important person. But her friends were likely quite innocent, just thinking they were being helpful. She wouldn’t be able to answer her cell phone anymore in case one of her friends innocently gave Bailey information about where they were and that was going to be a huge nuisance.

  “It looks as if Bailey has been calling all our friends trying to find us,” she said as calmly as she could, wanting to hold herself together and be strong for Hawthorne.

  “I think he must have messaged every person I’ve ever spoken to,” said Hawthorne, her voice cracking.

  Willow jumped up and hugged her sister. “But it’s okay. No one knows where we are. We haven’t spoken to any of them and we won’t. We’ve been careful and our attention to detail has worked in our favor. As long as we don’t answer any phone calls or respond to any of these posts, we’ll be fine.”

  “I was beginning to think he’d given up on finding me.”

  “Yes. That’s what I was hoping as well. But he won’t wear us down. He doesn’t know where we are and we’ll keep it like that. Sooner or later he’ll give up looking.” Willow made her voiced firm, strong, determined. She was not going to let the evil man ruin the new life they were starting to build for themselves here in Hanson Mall.

  “You’ll have to tell Cadfael and Rhion.”

  “We’ll tell them together.”

  “Wear the black dress, anyway,” said Hawthorne.

  “I will. It’ll be a symbol that we won’t cave in to Bailey’s scare tactics.” Willow hugged her sister again. Bailey would not win. She wouldn’t let him.

  * * * *

  All the air disappeared from his lungs when Rhion saw Willow. She was wearing the black dress he’d given her, and something told him she didn’t have any underwear on. The harsh, gasping choke from right behind him told him Cadfael thought the same. It was just another sign of how attuned they were to each other. So often they understood things at exactly the same time and in the very same way, even though there was no logical explanation for it. Their brains just worked identically, he supposed. Well, right now he was hoping Cadfael was thinking what he was thinking.

  Sure enough, instead of walking to the elevator, as Willow had trained them to do, Cadfael swiped open the door to the stairwell. Rhion led her inside then pulled her back against his body, grinding his hard, aching dick into her soft, sweet ass cheeks.

  “Does this mean you still like the dress you chose for me?” asked Willow with fake innocence.

  “Fuck yes.”

  Cadfael pushed her dress up and kneeled at her feet. Willow widened her stance and Rhion held her tightly with one arm while his other hand wiggled its way inside her halter top.

 
; “Just as I thought. No bra,” he said, pinching her nipple.

  “No panties either,” said Cadfael.

  “It seems as though our woman needs her ass spanked for going outside without underwear and without asking permission from us first.”

  “Or you could just hurry up and fuck me. That’d work,” said Willow.

  “Do you like the idea of being fucked in a stairwell where someone might see you at any time? Another man might stand up on the landing and stare at your luscious body, watching us pump into you and seeing you come.” Cadfael’s voice was hoarse with lust and Rhion’s dick grew another inch at the image Cadfael was painting. He kneeled down, put his head under her dress, parted her butt cheeks, and licked the rim of her rosette.

  Rhion spat on his fingers to lube her ass and began opening her. She pushed back on his fingers, making him rush, and he wiped her own cream with his other hand to add to the moisture inside her back door.

  “Lube would be better. Taking you like this might hurt,” Rhion said wondering if they ought to move to the bedroom.

  “I don’t care. I want you both right here and right now.”

  Cadfael pushed her to her knees as Rhion stood up. “Suck him. Lick his shaft. Make him very wet. It seems our woman might be ready for a BDSM scene. Such a shame my handcuffs are in my bedroom.”

  Willow already had his dick in her mouth, but she tilted her face upward and let him out. She rolled his balls as she spoke, almost making it impossible for him to make sense of her words. “Do you have a whip and a paddle up there as well?”

  “Even better, there’s an adult store on the third level of the mall,” said Cadfael.

  By the intense look on Willow’s face, she hadn’t known that. They must take her there one night after the stores were closed and most customers had left. For perhaps the hundredth time, Rhion wished Willow could be free and walk around as she pleased like they could. There were so many things he wanted to share with her, but none of them were possible while her safety was at risk.

  I’ll ask Cadfael to harass that private security company again tomorrow. It’s time we had some answers.

  Gently Rhion tugged on her hair to lift her mouth off his cock. “Any more and I’ll come. I want to be inside you when that happens.”

  Cadfael pulled the long skirt of her dress up, wrapping it around her body with her arms inside it. Then he lifted her hips until she sank down on his cock. Rhion gulped, watching Cadfael’s dick disappear inside Willow. Well what he could see of Willow. Her creamy thighs and long legs were bare, her belly was now pressed against Cadfael, and the rest of her was wrapped tightly in her dress, with just her head peeking out the top. He’d have liked to suck her breasts, but first he desperately needed to bury his dick in her ass.

  Rhion held her cheeks apart and pushed his dick at her entry. Saliva wasn’t as good as lube, but she was wiggling fiercely, forcing him deeper as fast as he pushed in. Before long his dick was buried in her hot ass. And damn she was hot. She enveloped him in that heat and he knew this was where he wanted to be forever. Inside her like this with his best friend. The two of them claiming her, owning her, possessing her, and caring for her the way she ought to be loved and protected.

  Cadfael set a fast pace, the two of them slamming into Willow together. Tying her up in her own dress didn’t prevent her from wiggling madly and tightening her internal muscles on their cocks so hard Rhion began to worry his eyes would be permanently crossed. He held one of her hips in his left hand and forced his right up her side, along her bare skin until he reached a breast. “Ah, that’s what I want.” He cupped the globe, squeezing her tender flesh as he fucked her ass, keeping the rhythm, of in-stroke and massage, out-stroke and rest.

  Her bare foot stroked up and down his leg, sometimes on his skin, and sometimes over his jeans where they lay half-puddled around his legs. She was so erotic, so potent, he needed to distract her. He wiggled his fingers until he could grasp her nipple and began tugging on it, pinching it, rolling it between his fingers. Her foot stilled its movements so he guessed he’d gotten her attention. Then Cadfael signaled him with a lifted eyebrow and they both bent their knees to pump even harder and deeper into Willow, trying to make every stroke really count.

  After a very brief time, she groaned and her body gripped him harder than ever. Her entire frame shook and ripples of release rolled through her muscles. Rhion kissed her neck and held her tightly, trying to show her how much he loved her. When her climax died down a little he swirled his hips hard, then jackhammered into her once, twice, and then he came, filling her ass with his seed, kissing her jawline, and biting her earlobe as he filled her with his love.

  They stayed quite still, leaning against the wall for a while, then Rhion stripped his shirt off and wiped her body with it, rolling it into a ball and dropping it on the floor so he could pull her dress down and his jeans up. While he zipped his fly and buckled his belt, Cadfael smoothed her dress, untangling her hands and supporting her.

  Rhion picked up his shirt, Cadfael swiped open the door, and they stepped back into the hallway. Cadfael was just opening his own apartment door and flicking on the lights when his cell phone rang. Rhion took charge, guiding Willow inside and walking to the kitchen area. “Would you like water, or soda, or beer?”

  “Water please.”

  He poured her drink and got out two bottles of beer for himself and Cadfael, then opened the refrigerator looking for snacks.

  Cadfael was still standing in the doorway, grunting into his cell phone now and again. Rhion hoped it wasn’t a major crisis that would take Cadfael away from them for the rest of the night. Of course, they’d already had sex, but he also liked it when they just sat and talked. They truly were a threesome and everything seemed more enjoyable with all three of them together.

  Cadfael came across to them with a bright smile on his face. “That was Harry.”

  “Harry? Oh the security company person,” said Willow.

  “From your giant smile I’m guessing he had good news,” said Rhion.

  “Absolutely. It was hard to hear him because of the police sirens and so on, but the cops have just arrested Bailey Hamilton on fraud, tax evasion, and about twenty other offenses.”

  “Tax evasion?” asked Willow.

  “Yes. Harry’s team was doing the old-fashioned thing of following him around and so on, but Harry also has a couple of nerds on staff who do computer searches. It was this team that unraveled some very interesting financial transactions. Harry got onto a man he knows in the IRS and they found a whole lot more questionable financial dealings. Mr. Hamilton will be residing in jail for the foreseeable future. Nothing stops the IRS when they’re on the trail of someone who owes them money.”

  Rhion laughed. “It wasn’t the ending I’d expected but it’s a very fitting one. The net result—”

  “Oh, bad pun,” said Willow.

  “Sorry. Anyway, now he’s out of the picture, please mate us. You and Hawthorne are free now to live the lives you want to live.”

  “You do still want to be with us, don’t you?” asked Cadfael.

  Rhion turned fast to stare at Willow’s face. He’d never thought she’d change her mind, but of course it was her right to do so. However, all was well. She was smiling, her gray eyes sparkling.

  “I’m so glad Bailey’s been arrested. Just today Hawthorne and I found out he’s been asking all our friends if they know where we are. That frightened Hawthorne. And of course I want to mate you. Besides, I’m looking forward to visiting the adult store to try out some toys. The butt plug was fun and I didn’t mind being restrained tonight. Maybe I could even take a turn at flogging both of you as well.”

  “Madame Bossy.” Cadfael grabbed her and tipped her upside down. As her dress fell over her head, revealing her naked body underneath, Rhion walked across to them both and spanked her on the ass. She wiggled and he took it as approval, so spanked her again. This time he ran his fingers over her cunt. She was wet. She
did like it.

  “I believe we have some unfinished business to take care of,” said Cadfael.

  “Hell yes.” Rhion was right behind them.

  * * * *

  Willow was hotter than fire and more than ready to fuck her men again. The burn in her ass from the stairwell sex hurt in a good way, and it made her think being spanked would also leave a good burn behind on her skin. One that would remind her of the men all day while they were apart. Although tying them up as well could be fun. She could torture them by sucking their cocks until they were desperate for her before sliding down over them.

  Before she could think, she was dumped face down on the bed, Rhion was rummaging in the nightstand, and Cadfael spanked her ass with the flat of his hand until it was hot and achy. Just like her breasts, and all the rest of her. She had only a moment to gain her breath before he was filling her butt crack with lube and pushing inside her. “Damn that feels good.”

  Her ass skin was burning hot against his thighs, but his big, hard body was a wonderful blanket over hers. He rolled them onto their sides and Rhion was there, thrusting his cock into her pussy, wiggling ever deeper into her.

  “Willow Cunliffe, do you agree to mate us? To be ours for all eternity to love and cherish?” asked Cadfael.

  “I do,” replied Willow trying not to giggle. It sounded so formal, but really it was just an acknowledgment of how she already felt about these two wonderful people who’d come into her life so unexpectedly.

  “When we come, we’ll bite you,” Rhion warned her.

  “Oh, kinky.”

  “Kinky is definitely in your future. I already have ideas for that,” said Cadfael, withdrawing his cock from her ass then slamming into her so hard her entire body was pushed hard into Rhion’s.

  Willow was left limp and breathless, unable to move as the men jackhammered into her so fast their actions were almost a blur. Now she understood how gentle and careful they’d been with her up until now. Likely it was their paranormal side, their wolves coming out at last to claim their mate. But it was a wonderful feeling. She didn’t have the sense of being helpless between them, but more a sense of intense possession and an overwhelming need inside them both that only she could fill.