Two Wolves and a Librarian [Werewolf Castle 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  “Always for work. I have jeans and even a few pairs of shorts I wear on my days off in summer.”

  “Why skirts? I mean, I like that you wear them, but what made you choose to wear skirts instead of jeans?” he asked.

  “Oh, the library I worked in while I was studying had a ‘no jeans’ policy, so I had to buy skirts to work there. Once I’d bought them I just kept wearing them. I do like them long though, so I can bend over and kneel without having to worry if my underwear is showing.”

  He’d noticed none of her shirts had plunging necklines. Personally he’d have been happy to see her in a short skirt and with a shirt that exposed the top of her glorious breasts, but he didn’t mind that no other man than him and Magnus could see her most delicious skin.

  Finally she directed them to the grocery store she preferred and they pushed the trolley for her as she chose her groceries. Kiril was fascinated to see her choices. He and Magnus had just shopped for the team and he wondered if they’d forgotten anything important. Actually it was a good opportunity to pick up a few more things. He noticed Magnus grabbed a few purchases on their way through as well.

  “What about desserts?” he asked Flynn.

  “I’m much too fat to eat them. Besides, I have plenty of fruit,” she said.

  “You’re not fat,” said Magnus, just as Kiril said, “No you aren’t.”

  She refused to walk down the aisle with cakes and cookies in it, so he said no more, but he determined to feed her a dessert at their mealtime tonight.

  In the end they bought hot dogs on sticks from a street vendor, and ate them sitting on a wall as the sun set. It was quiet and peaceful and he enjoyed just being with his best friend and his woman. Right then he thought his life was pretty damn perfect.

  * * * *

  Magnus knew they couldn’t keep ignoring the fact the Alpha and the others would be arriving soon. They’d told Flynn they had to collect the team from the airport and to have hired some cars already for them, but the time was fast approaching when he and Kiril, or just him as he was the Dom, needed to make a decision about how much to tell her. It was very difficult. He couldn’t divulge secret pack business, but he needed to tell her enough not to lie to her, or mislead her, and not to risk some of the other team members saying things that would disconcert and upset her.

  Fortunately since Werewolf Castle was a busy tourist attraction, the pack members were used to speaking in a kind of code as guests might always overhear them. Finally, as they were driving to the airport, he said, “We usually defer to Mr. Vulf. He’s the head of our branch of the company and we owe him respect. You might hear some people refer to him as the Alpha. And tomorrow, as the new international CEO, some people might call him the Supreme Alpha.”

  He kept flicking glances at her from the corner of his eyes as he drove. Flynn had a thoughtful look on her face but she just nodded.

  Well that was the best he could think of. It’d have to do.

  At the airport he and Kiril picked out a couple of large, fast cars and filled out the paperwork, then they all went into the arrivals gate. He paid a lot of attention to the other people waiting to meet friends off flights. He really needed to know if anyone had gotten word of the Alpha’s arrival and planned to follow them back to the house. There hadn’t been any signs of interest in him and Kiril at all up until now, but the Alpha was far more important than they were, and he couldn’t forget the man had been pursued when he’d come to the previous Supreme Alpha’s memorial service.

  He took a lot of photographs as surreptitiously as he possibly could with his cell phone, but again he noticed Flynn watching him. He hadn’t fooled her for a minute. He just hoped he hadn’t annoyed her. She was so very precious to them both and already he was crazy in love with her.

  “There’s Dominik and Stefan,” said Kiril, starting toward one end of the concourse.

  Magnus and Flynn followed him, Magnus still looking to see if anyone was paying attention to them, but everyone seemed to be watching for their own family and friends, which was good.

  “Eleven of them. With the three of us that’s fine. We’ll all fit in the cars, and we’ve even gotten enough bedrooms. No one will have to sleep in the study,” he said to Flynn as he angled her toward the group. He counted heads again—Jairus, Grigori, and Damask. Brody, Roman, and Leonie. Yerik and Odette. Dominik, Stefan, and Uwe—yes eleven.

  Flynn stood silently at his side as Dominik, Stefan, and Uwe herded the Alpha and Odette and the other women into the center of the group while the men, carrying the luggage, circled around the outside.

  “I’ll go get our car and meet you in the hire car parking lot,” said Kiril.

  “Good idea. It’ll save everyone waiting around later.”

  Magnus tucked Flynn tightly against his side as he led the way out of the airport and over to the hire car parking lot. “Who is driving?” he asked.

  “I am. I’ve been here many times before,” said Leonie.

  “And me. I also know this area,” added Jairus.

  Magnus gave them each a set of keys and pointed out the cars, while Dominik, Stefan, and Uwe, again acting more like sheepdogs than anything else, herded the people into the vehicles, leaving only Dominik standing on the sidewalk with him and Flynn as Kiril arrived with their SUV. He let Dominik take the front seat and jumped in the back with Flynn, Kiril driving off almost before their seat belts were fastened.

  Magnus watched in the side mirror of the car, but couldn’t see anyone pull out and follow them, and once on the autobahn Kiril changed lanes several times but no one copied him. Magnus saw no sight of Leonie at all, but thought he caught a glimpse of Jairus quite a long way back. Still, it had been Jairus’s driving that had gotten the Alpha out of trouble last time, so he had no worries about the man now.

  Dominik turned around and said, “My name is Dominik. You must be Flynn. It is good to meet you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, too,” said Flynn.

  “How did you manage to convince Kady not to come with you?” asked Magnus.

  “Ah, it wasn’t easy, but she and Anastasia are planning more new recipes so they had things to do. My wife and my sister both work in the Castle Kitchen,” he added to Flynn.

  “Castle?” asked Flynn. And Magnus suddenly realized he really ought to have thought through the issue of telling her about the castle. He’d had the opportunity when they’d discussed the renovations, but he’d seen no need to explain further. Now, of course, the need was blindingly obvious. The team would all talk about the castle among themselves, though likely not at the inauguration. While plenty of people did know about the castle, they didn’t tell people about their home unnecessarily.

  “It’s the name of the restaurant where they both work,” explained Dominik.

  “The term ‘castle’ is a company joke. Among ourselves we refer to our home as ‘the castle’ but we don’t usually tell other people about it as it’s too hard to define the meaning,” added Magnus, hoping that was a good enough explanation. It was true, just not the whole truth. Damn. He should have thought about this before the others had arrived.

  Kiril asked Dominik another question and Magnus breathed a bit easier, although he continued to look behind them before and after they made any turns.

  Once they arrived at the house all three cars were hidden in the garage, and people were allocated bedrooms. The Alpha took over the study, Odette and the women gathered in the kitchen, and the men settled in the living room with the television on. Magnus noted Dominik and Stefan prowling around the house like the wolves they were, but everyone else seemed relaxed.

  Magnus hoped the women approved of the foods they’d bought, but figured he could always shop again if they didn’t. He wished he could be at Flynn’s side, but there was no way that was going to happen either. Until bedtime that was. He had plans for bedtime.

  Chapter Five

  Flynn felt just the tiniest bit nervous of Odette. Presumably the boss’s wife had p
lenty of power of her own to wield and Flynn didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize Magnus’s or Kiril’s careers. All three women were very friendly—Damask, Leonie, and Odette—but Flynn was also aware of power hidden under Leonie’s mild surface as well. She was in construction in her own right, Flynn remembered the men saying. She hadn’t just married into it. And Odette was important in the company as well. So all the women, with the possible exception of Damask, were important people. Likely that’s why they’d come to the inauguration celebration. Flynn wondered why she’d been included. How had she been given an invitation so close to the event?

  Leonie and Damask checked the contents of the refrigerator and planned a meal, then they all helped prepare it. At least if it wasn’t as good as they’d expected it wouldn’t be her fault, thought Flynn. It was hard, knowing Kiril and Magnus had worked in a restaurant, even though they weren’t chefs. It did make her well aware of her lack of knowledge about anything gourmet.

  “It doesn’t matter what we cook. They’ll all say it isn’t as good as werewolf stew,” said Damask.

  “Werewolf stew?” she asked, then bit her lip. She’d meant to stay quiet but the term intrigued her.

  “It’s the most popular item on the restaurant menu. It’s made with beef of course, not werewolf,” said Damask.

  “Kiril and Magnus graduated from washing dishes in the restaurant kitchen to dicing the vegetables for the stew,” added Odette.

  Flynn nodded but felt almost certain she was missing something here. She was able to relax, however, as the women chattered about all sorts of things and she enjoyed the company and the meal. It’d been a long time since she’d eaten with such a large, content group of people.

  Afterward, several of the men offered to wash the dishes and tidy the kitchen and Odette beckoned Flynn to sit down on a couch with her in the living room. “Have you any questions to ask me, sweetie?”

  Once again Flynn felt that she should be asking something, but didn’t know what it was. However there was one thing she needed to know. “What’s the dress code for tomorrow?”

  “Business dress is suggested. Have you got a suit? Or a blazer to wear over a skirt?”

  “I have a suit. It’s brown.”

  “That will be perfect. Don’t wear shoes you can’t run in. I always say no matter how important the occasion, a woman should always be able to run if she wants to.” Odette peered over the top of her spectacles at Flynn.

  Flynn smiled, tempted to push her own eyeglasses higher on her nose. “All my shoes have low heels. I spend a fair proportion of my day on my feet, so stilettos are not an option.”

  “Excellent, sweetie. Now tell me all about yourself.”

  Flynn enjoyed talking to Odette. The woman was very smart and didn’t need things to be explained to her. By the time the team started breaking up and heading for bed, Flynn was relaxed and happy, feeling part of the group.

  Flynn wondered what the other people would think of her sleeping with Kiril and Magnus after knowing them for such a short time, but she could only assume the men would never have suggested it if they’d thought their boss would object. Besides, her pussy was wet at the idea of being fucked by them again. Being fisted by Kiril was the most extreme thing that she’d ever experienced and it had left her cunt feeling stretched and sore. But having his hand right inside her had been the most amazing experience ever. He’d touched the walls of her cunt with his fingers, his knuckles, and the heel of his hand, and his touch so deep inside her had driven her wild with lust. Her climax had been the hardest one she’d ever had in her life. But her favorite sex was still one man in her pussy and the other in her ass. She loved being pressed between the two of them, held tight, encompassed all around by hot, hard man, with both of them fucking her.

  When Magnus closed the bedroom door, Kiril immediately began undressing her. She responded by unzipping him, pulling his belt out of the loops in his jeans, and pushing his pants down over his hips. Their arms got a little tangled as they went, but it wasn’t long before they were both naked.

  Magnus held up a ball gag. “Tonight I’m going to gag you so you can’t scream when you orgasm. Because you will orgasm, several times.”

  “I’m pretty sure everyone will know what we’re doing even if I don’t scream. Possibly because they’ll be doing it, too,” she said.

  Kiril snorted, but Magnus just pushed the ball gag into her mouth, and tightened the band around her head.

  “Now, let’s get you warmed up.” Magnus handed two vibrating eggs to Kiril. “Put the one in her cunt, first, then we’ll turn her over and I’ll heat her ass.”

  Flynn was instantly wetter than ever at the thought of the vibrating eggs, but also at being spanked. Magnus had only done it a couple of times, but it definitely enhanced her climaxes. The hotter her ass, the more she was waiting for the release.

  Kiril slid the first egg in her pussy, then both men turned her over and handcuffed her to the bed, looping the cuffs around the metal rail of the headboard like the previous time. She could hear Magnus walking around the room as Kiril teased her ass, gradually working the egg into position. Flynn was excited from Kiril’s hands on her, but also from wondering what Magnus would do next. He’d mentioned his toy box several times and she longed to know what was inside it. Also she wondered why he’d bought all his toys with him when he’d known this was going to be a short trip. Had he been confident he’d meet a woman? These people made her feel so special, so included. She hated to think Magnus and Kiril found a woman to fuck wherever they went.

  But surely Odette and Mr. Vulf wouldn’t have accepted her so freely if there was a woman back at their home waiting for the men to return. She’d never had the slightest feeling they were lying to her. As soon as the damn gag was out of her mouth she needed to ask Magnus about his toys though. She’d never really thought of it before, but now that she had, it was annoying her that she didn’t know why he’d brought so many things with him when he was only coming to Stuttgart for a week or so.

  “Kiril, slide under her chest and tease her breasts. It’s time to heat our woman up,” said Magnus.

  Flynn shivered with excitement. She was more than ready to be heated up. Hell, she was ready to fuck right now. But she liked the idea of having her ass spanked as well. And her breasts pleasured. She hadn’t appreciated just how sensitive her breasts were until she’d met these men. They both touched her quite differently, but they both aroused her to screaming heights in an instant. Magnus was much more assertive and demanding. Kiril was far more worshipful. Both methods had her nipples standing up and her cunt creaming in a nanosecond though.

  Kiril lay across the bed sideways, his face level with her breasts and his hands on them both. Immediately he began cupping her globes, stroking the sensitive underside of her mounds, pinching and stretching her nipples then licking long damp lines over her skin and puffing hot air on the wet places.

  Flynn arched her back, pressing her breasts deeper into his hands and mouth, loving how much of her he could fit in his mouth at once. He didn’t just suck her nipples, but the areola and part of her flesh as well. His suction was exquisite, drawing a cord of lust from her nipple directly to her clit.

  A crack sounded in the room, then a harsh biting stroke landed on her ass, burning with the fire of a thousand suns. It was followed by another stripe, and another. Flynn jumped, startled with the first stroke of the whip, then relaxed into the punishment. Each stripe landed hard and bit sharply, but then left a warm glow spreading out over her ass. It was very different from being spanked. Spanking was a much flatter motion where the hand covered a lot more of her flesh on each slap. The whip put all its force into a single narrow line that really hurt, but after a moment or two the effect was the same as for spanking. Warmth spreading across her ass, the heat burning down into her body making her cunt clench with need.

  Just as she thought about her cunt, Magnus switched the two vibrating eggs on, and they buzzed in both her pussy an
d her ass. Added to Kiril’s mouth on her breasts, the sensation was almost too much. Flynn felt an orgasm rising inside her, the fire in her belly demanding just a little more so she could come.

  The whip lashed over her ass again as Magnus said, “Pinch her clit, Kiril.”

  Flynn wasn’t sure whether it was the whip, Magnus’s voice, or Kiril’s actions, but whichever it was, the climax hit her right then, sending her over the edge into release.

  * * * *

  Magnus dropped his whip back into his toy box, pulled the egg out of her ass, and slammed his aching, needy dick into her back door. Her ass was burning hot and colored a beautiful pink so he couldn’t resist slapping it, then stroking it as he pushed deep inside her. Once he was in he nodded to Kiril, who removed the egg from her cunt and then wiggled his way under her body and inside her.

  It was a little difficult in this position, with her still handcuffed to the headboard of the bed, but he wanted her to feel the restraint, to be unable to touch and participate. He wanted her to lie there and know her men would give her everything she needed and bring her to orgasm after orgasm without her having to do any of the work.

  He couldn’t wait to see her naked and kneeling at his feet in the dungeons at Werewolf Castle. Once he and Kiril had mated her he’d teach her how to be a true sub and then he’d design scene after scene to give her endless pleasure.

  His dick was harder than a spike. He seemed to always be hard around Flynn. She was so quiet, almost inconspicuous, but also smart and funny and beautiful, everything he could ever want in a woman and more. He loved her, every inch of her from the top of her messy brown hair, past her delicious rounded breasts, over those curved hips and luscious ass, all the way down to her neat little feet.

  He gripped her hips and slammed into her, fast and furious. He had no time to go slow and steady tonight. He knew Kiril was as desperate to come as he was, and he didn’t want Flynn’s first orgasm to die. He wanted the second orgasm to build on the first, so her cunt would never stop its quivering but only spasm harder and harder until she broke again.