The Alpha's Secret, An MMF Erotic Romance (The Stonewall Pack Alpha Series)

by Tabitha Conall

  Her pulse beat harder at the feel of his hands on her breasts. "That's a good start."

  Gavin cupped her cheeks. "What's your favorite thing?"

  She bit her lip.

  "Tell us what you want," Liam said.

  "Oral," she said quickly.

  Leaning in so close his lips nearly brushed hers, Gavin said, "Giving or receiving?"

  It would probably make her sound selfish, but she might as well be honest. "Receiving."

  Gavin stepped forward, pushing all three of them toward the bed. "I want to taste you. Now."

  "Help me take her clothes off." Liam pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor as they continued in the direction of the bed.

  With fumbling fingers, Gavin worked on the button of her pants. "Can I rip them off?" he growled.

  "No." Bridget pushed his hands away and opened it herself, right around the same time her bra suddenly loosened. Liam must have gotten it undone.

  Gavin pushed her pants over her hips. They slipped down her legs to pool at her ankles. Then he paused, his gaze downward.

  "What?" Bridget said.

  Liam pushed the bra down her arms and she suddenly realized they were both still clothed while she stood only in her panties.

  "They're cute," Gavin said. "You like cute lingerie?"

  They were cute—a pale, pale pink with a little bright pink bow right in the front. "Yeah. So?"

  "Makes me want to eat you up," Gavin said.

  She felt a sudden surge of confidence. "I thought you were going to do that anyway."

  His eyes rose to hers, his lips lifting into a smile. "You're right. Take them off. I wouldn't want to rip them."

  Bridget pushed them down her legs. "Too cute?"

  "Too cute." Gavin skimmed his hands up her sides.

  Her mate liked cute lingerie. She'd have to remember that.

  Suddenly Liam lifted her from behind and dropped her on the bed. She shrieked.

  "Just where we want you," Liam said. Both her mates stood at the side of the bed gazing at her.

  She propped herself up on her elbows. "You both have too many clothes on."

  The two men shared a glance. "Too bad." Gavin advanced on her, moving her where he wanted her, then settling between his legs. She could almost feel the heat of his breath against her pussy.

  Liam stood behind him, stripping. Bridget wasn't sure if she should watch Liam or keep her eye on Gavin. Trying to split her attention only worked to a point. She couldn't savor the well-muscled body Liam revealed while trying to anticipate what Gavin would do next.

  His face close to her, so close he was almost touching her, Gavin breathed deep. "God, you smell good. And you're wet. Slick with juices."

  Bridget shivered.

  Liam dropped his pants. His cock stood proud, long and thick. He leaned one hand on the bed and rubbed his other hand up Gavin's back.

  Gavin still didn't move, just breathed her in. The tufts of air brushed across her aroused flesh, making her want to grab his head and pull him into her.

  Finally, she could take anymore. "Lick me."

  "What was that?" Gavin said.

  "You're a tease," she said. "Just do it."

  The corner of his mouth lifted. "I didn't hear the magic word."

  Good God, was he serious? She could strangle him. Or better yet, smother him. All she'd have to do is wrap her legs around his head and squeeze. "Please, damn it. Please lick my pussy."

  He chuckled, his mouth so close she could almost feel the vibrations shudder through her. "Well, since you put it that way…" He dove into her, until she could no longer tell where her flesh ended and his began. All she knew was fluid and heat and a liquid melting sensation that flowed through her like lava.

  Distantly, she heard herself moaning and whimpering then her mouth was covered by Liam's. His hands roamed over her breasts and stomach, heightening the already feverish feelings Gavin had created.

  Gavin sucked hard, causing a shudder to rip through her which quickly snowballed into a full-on orgasm. She might have flailed off the bed if Liam hadn't thrown an arm over her and held her down as her body shook and comets flew past the insides of her eyelids.

  She didn't open her eyes until her brain started functioning again. Liam grinned down at her. "Ready for round two?"

  Bridget opened her mouth intending to come out with a zinger but all she could manage was "yes."

  It looked like Liam bit back a laugh. "Good. It's my turn."

  Gavin still lay between her legs, so Liam grabbed her under her arms and pulled her further onto the bed so he could take Gavin's place.

  "I wanted to go longer," Gavin said.

  "We've got our whole life for that. It's my turn to taste her." Liam didn't tease the way Gavin had. He latched his mouth around her clit and stroked it with his tongue while he sucked.

  Her hips bucked. Was it really possible both her mates were good at her favorite thing? She could no longer remember why she'd resisted having mates for so long. The sexual haze crowded out all the doubt.

  Bridget put her hand on Liam's head, threading her fingers through his hair. "So good."

  His eyes flicked up to meet hers, then his hands came around to massage her breasts. He squeezed her nipples, tugging on them.

  Gavin lay down beside her and put his hand over one of Liam's. "I can take care of this part." He lifted Liam's hand away and replaced it with his lips.

  With the tugs from two mouths, she couldn't hold back. Her body simultaneously melted and tensed, moving faster and faster toward an orgasm that finally gripped her tight until she exploded into shudders.

  Liam didn't wait for her to finish. He reared up on his knees and slid his cock into her still-pulsing pussy. The action—just the sheer boldness of it—made her waning orgasm strengthen, pushing her into yet another round of tremors.

  Lying on top of her, Liam kissed her. Gavin still lay close to them and while his mouth had left her breast, he still rained kisses over the side of her face. Liam pulled away to lean toward Gavin. The two men met in an open-mouthed kiss while Gavin gripped the back of Liam's head.

  Bridget couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so turned on. She floated in a haze of pleasure that made the rest of the world recede into the distance.

  "I don't want to come too soon." Liam pulled out.

  Without a thought, she flung her hand out to stop him from leaving. "No."

  "I'm not going anywhere. I just thought doggie-style would be fun." He backed up a little. "On your knees."

  Four hands helped her turn over and rise to her hands and knees. She needed the help, too. Her body felt like jelly. Then Liam gripped her hips and slipped back inside of her.

  Gavin knelt near her shoulder. Bridget felt a little wanton already, two men at the same time. But she wasn't going to let that stop her. She reached out to grip his cock around the base.

  "That feels good." Gavin put his hand on the back of her head.

  "Move around to the front and I'll go down on you," she said.

  He didn't even wait for her to stop talking before he crawled into position. Bridget had seen porn stars do this, but now she wasn't sure how they managed it. Each of Liam's strokes pushed her forward and down, and she had to strain to reach Gavin's cock. It didn't help that Gavin had such long legs.

  "Sit on your heels," she said. Once he'd done that, she was able to get into a better position. She sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, holding it there for a second and then withdrawing. Turn about was fair play, after the way he'd teased her. She did it again and again, never going further, pulling groans from her mate.

  Gavin looked down at her. "You're teasing me on purpose."

  Chapter 8

  Bridget smiled the best she could.

  His hand stroked her hair. "Please."

  How could she refuse an alpha who was begging? She slid her mouth all the way to the base of his cock.

  Gavin's hand tightened in her hair. "Y
es."

  She timed her actions with Liam's so every time he pushed into her, she took Gavin into her mouth, then pulled back as Liam slid out. They continued for a long time, long enough that she lost track of anything but the feel of her two mates inside her, filling her, joining with her, loving her.

  "You close?" Liam said.

  "Yeah." Gavin brushed Bridget's hair away from her face. "You close, honey?"

  Bridget shook her head once. She didn't want to lose her rhythm.

  "No?" Liam said. "I'll take care of that."

  She wanted to tell him she didn't need to come again—twice was more than she'd ever had before. But she couldn't easily get loose from Gavin's cock and before she got very far, Liam's fingers slid over her clit, sending a jolt through her body.

  Maybe three times was the charm.

  It didn't take long before she was moaning just as loudly as her two mates. She struggled to remember not to bite down.

  Gavin's hand touched her shoulder. "Now." His voice sounded gravelly.

  A second later, he came in her mouth. She held still and swallowed all that he gave her. She had barely pulled free when he and Liam pulled her upright, Liam still pushing into her. Gavin's hand joined his on her clit as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. Liam nuzzled her other shoulder.

  They both bit down.

  Her scream sounded almost like a howl. The orgasm that crashed over her blotted out nearly every thought except one—mark. She buried her teeth in Gavin's shoulder. His body jerked against hers as though he was coming again, while her body continued to shake.

  With all three of them having their teeth in each other, she felt like she never had before. So full, almost complete. Almost…but one thing was missing. She still needed to mark Liam.

  As though he'd known what she was thinking, Liam released her. He turned her around and slid back inside her, giving her a long, deep kiss. "Can't hold on much longer."

  "You don't have to." She brushed her teeth over his shoulder and bit down.

  He immediately came inside her, pushing as deep as he could go. She kept her teeth in him until every shudder had left his body.

  Meanwhile, Gavin came up behind her, sandwiching her between them. "We're one," he said.

  Liam kissed her gently. "One."

  ***

  Thank heaven they'd gotten her a room with a king-sized bed. Gavin didn't think all three of them could have fit on the double bed in Liam's room. Tucked up against her back, he stroked her hair, still amazed that he could do it. She'd let them in. Finally.

  "This doesn't mean I don't want a pre-nup," she said sleepily.

  Trust his mate to stay ornery. "You can have anything you want as long as you stay with us."

  She shifted so she could see him. "Anything?"

  Hmm. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Within reason."

  Her lips twitched as she settled back into position, her front snuggled against Liam's chest. "I'm going to remember you said 'anything.'"

  "You still want to see that therapist?" Liam said.

  "Yeah. Maybe once or twice. I mean, everything seems great right now, but that doesn't mean everything's solved."

  What a female thing to say. But he did tell her 'anything.' "We'll call first thing in the morning." He didn't think he could keep his eyes open much longer.

  The next day, Gavin ate breakfast with his mates then headed home for a few hours. Among other things, he needed to tell his Alpha about his mates, and find out his reaction. Even though Gavin still held out hope his Alpha wouldn't force him to leave, he knew better. Every male who found his mates was given a hearty slap on the back and shown the door. Why would he be any different?

  While he did some things at home and packed a bigger bag, Liam and Bridget were going to consolidate into one room and call the therapist.

  Gavin tracked down his Alpha at his office. Mason ran a security company. He and Gavin had collaborated on many cases, so Gavin knew the office well. After getting buzzed through and signing in, Gavin was allowed to make his own way to Mason's office.

  Mason sat behind his desk working on his computer. "Hey, Gavin. What's up?"

  Gavin closed the door behind him. The humans in the office didn't need to overhear pack business. He didn't bother with a long preamble. "Funny thing happened when I went down to Marysburg working on that case. I found my mates."

  Mason's face went blank, his mouth dropping open. It took several seconds before he spoke. "Not you."

  Gavin shifted from one foot to the other. What did that mean?

  Mason leaned forward, forearms on the desk, head tilted down. "I thought at least you would stay with me for good." After several seconds, he looked up as though remembering himself. "Sit."

  This wasn't quite the reaction he'd expected. As Gavin sat down in Mason's guest chair, he said, "What do you mean?"

  Mason took a deep breath. "That's the problem with having an all-male pack. You lose people you shouldn't have to lose."

  Any hope Gavin had had of staying in the pack died. "Why are we all-male? Why not allow females, at least females mated to wolves in the pack?" Even as he said it, he knew he'd enjoyed being in the all-male pack. There was something masculine, something unapologetically strong and fierce about a pack without a single moderating female influence.

  Mason spread his hands out on the desk, palms down. "I can't stand to be around them."

  Gavin sat up straighter. "Women?"

  The look on Mason's face held not a little of the wolf along with a deep anguish Gavin had never seen in him before. "I lost my mates, long ago. Ever since, I can't stand to be around women. Not at all. Not even human women. It's their hair, their eyes, their shape. Everything about them reminds me of what I lost."

  Mason nodded toward the window that looked out over the rest of the office. "Not a single woman. You never noticed?"

  "It's a male-dominated field. I never thought past that." Gavin couldn't believe he hadn't known his Alpha had had mates. And part of him didn't want to hear it, the part of him that shied away from the idea of anyone losing their mates. Of him, losing Liam and Bridget. How did Mason go on living?

  "Good. I never wanted anyone to think past that." Mason stood and walked around the desk to sit next to Gavin. "So I'm sorry, but I can't accept your mates into the pack. Or her, at least. And I know you'll want to be with them. Maybe the D.C. pack will take you all in."

  A lot of their mated wolves had gone to the D.C. pack. "I might need to go a little further south. Bridget's in Stonewall pack, down in Marysburg."

  "Bridget."

  "And Liam."

  "The same Liam you introduced me to?" Mason said.

  "The same."

  Mason clapped him on the shoulder. "He's a good man. Congratulations."

  "Thanks." Gavin noticed he'd gotten no congratulations for Bridget, but he couldn't begrudge Mason, not after hearing his story. He did wonder why it was only women and not men who reminded Mason of his mates. But who knew what paths grief took?

  "Marysburg, eh? That'll be hard with the business. Or are you abandoning it?"

  That was just what Gavin was wondering. "I haven't figured it all out yet. I don't want to abandon it, but Bridget doesn't want to move up here. So we'll have to find some compromise."

  "It'll all work out. Is this…is this your official goodbye?"

  Gavin knew the rules. Once he'd officially left the pack, he had to be out by sunrise the next morning. "Not yet, if that's okay. I'd like a few more days to pack everything up and kick off the sale of my place."

  "No rush."

  They talked a little longer, Mason catching Gavin up on pack business, even though Gavin wouldn't need to know for much longer. Then Gavin left, feeling unsure and unhappy. When he reached his car, he turned his phone back on. He'd turned it off while he talked with his Alpha. Liam had left a message.

  "The therapist had an opening this morning," Liam said. "If you can get there by eleven, come on by."
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  He had half an hour. Gavin hopped in the car and headed for Reston, where the therapist's office was. If he drove fast, he could just make it.

  ***

  Liam sat next to Bridget in the waiting room. As eleven o'clock got closer and closer, she became increasingly fidgety. He put his hand over hers. "Relax."

  "Easy for you to say. It isn't your brain that's about to be dissected."

  He chuckled. "I've talked to therapists before. They're not so bad. Really. They're just people."

  She turned her hand palm up and threaded her fingers through his. "Would you go in with me?"

  "They usually don't like that."

  "But would it hurt? I'd feel better if you were there."

  It seemed strange to him that this little woman who had fought them so hard felt so scared. But that had been why she'd fought them, too. And now she was facing that fear directly. She must be terrified.

  And brave. Very brave.

  "Of course I'll go in with you," he said.

  The therapist's door opened and two women—both wolves—walked out. One of them had her coat on and inched her way toward the outside door. Just as the therapist turned toward Bridget and Liam, the outside door swung open and Gavin rushed in.

  "Am I too late?" Gavin said.

  "Just in time." Liam waved him over.

  A few minutes later, the three of them sat on the therapist's couch while Bridget explained why she'd come. The therapist, Maryann, listened to her story then leaned forward.

  "If you only have one or maybe two sessions, I suggest hypnotherapy."

  Bridget stiffened.

  "It'll only be a light hynopsis, more of a relaxation than anything else. All I want to do is relax you enough so that you'll be able to remember what's causing all your anxiety." The therapist's voice was very soothing. She'd probably be good at the hypnosis stuff.

  Liam squeezed Bridget's hand. "We'll be right here. Nothing bad will happen."

  She squeezed his hand back then grabbed Gavin's hand with her free one. "Okay."

  Several minutes later, Bridget sat slumped on the couch, hypnotized. The therapist had made Liam and Gavin move to chairs nearby so they wouldn't disturb her while she was under. Good thing, too, because Liam was having a hard time seeing her like that. She looked so vulnerable. He didn't think he'd be able to resist touching her if he were still sitting next to her.