A Wolf in the Fold [Triple Trouble 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tymber Dalton

  Ain.

  He looked down at her and tipped her head up to him. “I think I want seconds,” he said.

  She opened her mouth, making him laugh. “Yep, what I had in mind.”

  “That’s not fair,” Brodey said. “We don’t get seconds.”

  “You just edicted her, dumbass,” Cail reminded him. “I’d say you’re even.”

  “What?” Ain asked, falling still with just the head and glans of his cock passed through her eager lips.

  “Bonehead forbid her to come after she leaves here, until she gets back from Maine.”

  Ain slid his cock deeper into her mouth as he laughed. “That’s great. Good work, Brodey.”

  She whined.

  Cail’s hand disappeared. Seconds later, the slicked head of his cock pressed against her stretched rim. The edict kicked in, the pleasurable explosion rocking her to the center of her core as his cock sank into her ass.

  “You can’t stop coming until all three of us come, babe,” Brodey reminded her as he and Cail started finding a slow rhythm. Their cocks seesawed in and out of her, Ain’s cock gliding along her tongue. She couldn’t think, the overwhelming wash of pleasure almost taking her breath away.

  Then the vision hit. She knelt in the woods next to what looked like a grave. Leaning forward, she started to put her hands on it when another bolt of pleasure jarred her out of the vision and back into their bed.

  Crying out around Ain’s cock, she held on and rode each wave as it came, uncontrollable pulses of need swarming from her clit to her cunt and ass and back again. Her nipples rubbed against Brodey’s chest and only added to the sensations.

  It could have been three minutes or three hours, she didn’t know. Every thrust brought another wave of orgasms until she wasn’t sure she could handle much more. Then Cail’s fingers tightened on her hips.

  “Yes,” he gasped, taking one last thrust before falling still.

  Brodey was still fucking her, his hips slamming up against hers. She forced an eye open and spotted his grin. “Oh, baby, I still got a little left in me.”

  She whined, knowing he would make it last as long as he could to get his pound of flesh out of her, so to speak.

  Then again, it wasn’t a bad thing.

  Ain also chuckled. “And even when he blows, remember, I already got the worst of my tension out of my system. I could hold off for a long time like this.”

  That drew another whine out of her. He could, too.

  Brodey fucked her, slowing down and speeding up, her brain unable to process intelligent thoughts and simply holding on for the ride. Finally, he sped up, a grunt escaping him as he blew. He fell still, panting.

  But…

  She kept coming.

  She looked up at Ain and whined. The edict still held. Until she got him off, she couldn’t stop coming.

  He grinned. “You look so pitiful.” His grip on her head tightened and he slowed down, drawing another whine of protest out of her.

  “Aww, you want me to come so you can stop coming, don’t you?”

  She mumbled assent around his cock as good as she could.

  “Play with my balls, baby. Maybe you can coax it out of me.”

  Shakily, she braced herself with one arm while reaching up to stroke his sac.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he urged. “God, you look so sexy like this. Full of our cocks and coming so hard.”

  Brodey reached up and played with her nipples, making her squeal and earning another laugh from Ain. “Ooh, that felt good. You making noises around my cock like that.”

  Brodey continued the torment, until the pleasure was nearly unbearable and tears fell from her eyes.

  Ain slowed down, his voice growing hoarse. “Flick your tongue along the glans, baby. Lick the head.”

  She did. Using the tip of her tongue, she licked pre-cum from the slit, stroked the hot, silky surface, traced the ridge.

  He sucked in a breath. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

  Then, the thing she hadn’t taken into consideration. In her ass, Cail started growing hard again. “Oh, baby,” he laughed as he slowly started stroking. “You’re in trouble now.”

  “What…oh!” Brodey said. His cock hardened fully. “Yeah, we’re going to send you off walking funny and sore in all the right places.” He tweaked her nipples again, making her cry out, each wave of pleasure mixing in with the one before.

  Ain started moving again, harder, faster. “Since they get to torture you some more, I guess I’ll go ahead and get out of the…way.” He buried his cock deep in her throat. She wasn’t sure she could do it, but she did, swallowing his cum as it poured down her throat, Ain pulling out just before she thought she might gag. He stroked her cheek. “Good girl.”

  That still left Brodey and Cail. She gave up trying to move with them and let them take full control. With her ass loose and lubed from his first load, Cail rode her hard and fast, growling under his breath as he did. “You’re gonna come home and we’re going to fuck your brains out, babe.” His balls slapped against her ass with each stroke until, finally, he came. That time, he pulled out, to her relief.

  Leaving Brodey.

  He grinned up at her as he slowed down, making her whine. “Aww, you want me to hurry up and come, don’t you?”

  She nodded.

  He flipped her over onto her back, grabbing her ankles and putting them up on his shoulders. “Well, I guess I’d better fuck you then, shouldn’t I?” He didn’t just fuck her. He pounded his cock into her until she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe from the force of her orgasms. Finally, he let out a growl and plunged into her one last time before falling still.

  Sobbing with relief, her body relented as the edict was satisfied. She couldn’t move, her body limp and wrung out. It felt like she’d just run a marathon.

  Brodey caught his breath and gently lowered her legs. He rolled over, her body cradled against his as he showered kisses all over her forehead. “And that’s how wolves keep their mates satisfied,” he whispered.

  She could only nod before blessed sleep took over.

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Brodey, Ain, and Cail stood in the front yard early the next morning and watched Elain drive off.

  “I can’t believe we’re really letting her go by herself,” Brodey said.

  Part of him wanted to rip Ain’s head off for agreeing to it without bringing it to him and Cail first, and part of him knew Elain was a capable, grown woman who needed her freedom.

  “Me either.” Cail sounded positively morose. “I can follow her and not let her see me.”

  Ain’s expression of disbelief mirrored Brodey’s feelings. “Seriously?” Brodey asked.

  Cail looked from Ain back to Brodey. “What?”

  Ain rubbed his chin as he shook his head. “I think you just took Brodey’s bonehead title away from him.”

  “What? What’s wrong with my idea?”

  Brodey turned without answering him and headed back toward the house, with Ain following. Cail brought up the rear. “Seriously, tell me what’s wrong with that?”

  Brodey finally turned while Ain kept walking. “Dude, she’s an Alpha wolf and a Seer. You don’t think she’d peg you before the two of you even reached Tampa? And then she’d rip all three of us a new one for not trusting her. No thank you.”

  “I do trust her! I don’t trust those fucking cockatrice.”

  “Neither do we. But look what she did to the last one she encountered. Kind of wasn’t even a fair fight.”

  He frowned. “I’m going to miss her. And worry about her. What’s wrong with that?”

  Brodey poked him in the chest. “That right there is what’s wrong. You wouldn’t be able to stay far enough away from her to keep her from knowing you were following her.”

  “It would have been nice if Ain had consulted with us first.”

  “She doesn’t need our permission. She’s our mate and our wife, not our slave.”

  “Maybe we sho
uld take a page from Blackie’s playbook,” he muttered.

  Brodey shoved back his anger. He understood all too well where Cail was coming from. He was just better at hiding it. “Look, what Blackie and Callie do is between them. If Elain wants kinky stuff in the bedroom, whatever. But she was doing just fine in life before she met us, and I think we can trust her to take a road trip by herself.” He softened his tone. “Especially when she obviously needs it as much as she does. She’s got a lot on her mind. She needs to decompress. If this is how she wants to do it, then I’m okay with that.”

  Cail took one more look down the driveway. Elain’s car had already pulled onto the road and disappeared. “You can’t stop me from asking her if she’s okay and if I can go join her when she calls.”

  Brodey smiled. “No, I can’t, and I won’t. Just don’t guilt trip her.”

  “How can you be so blasé about this? You’re the ultimate horndog. You start getting twitchy if you have to be away from her for more than a few hours.”

  “Hey, that’s not fair. Not to mention inaccurate. There’s plenty of days we don’t make love. You know that.”

  “I said away from her.”

  Brodey shrugged. “Because I know she’ll be just as ready for welcome-home sex as I will.” He grinned. “I’ll make sure when she gets home that I’ll make her remember how good it is to be with us and not away from us.” His smile faded. “We can’t keep her corralled in the house like Juju and Bea. She has to be able to live her life. She’s a Seer. She has a lot of responsibility weighing on her.” He felt a weight drift over his soul. “I just hope it’s not too heavy on her. So everything we can do to make that burden just a little easier, whether it’s offering to do the dishes, or rub her feet, or let her drive to Maine by herself, I’ll do it.”

  Cail stared at him for a moment. “I don’t know why Ain started calling you ‘bonehead.’ Sometimes, I think you’re smarter than the two of us put together.”

  Brodey grinned and slapped his shoulder. “Last one in has to check pregnant cows.” He bolted for the house.

  Cail shook his head. “Oh, yeah” he called after him. “Now I remember why.”

  * * * *

  Elain made the turn off the main road and braked to a stop. She pulled her sunglasses down and looked over the top of them, staring through the windshield at the deserted fire road ahead of her. The same one they’d all trekked up less than two weeks earlier. It lay shaded amongst the trees and didn’t look like much had changed.

  Everything had changed.

  She’d driven straight through from Florida without as much as a nap, her Alpha wolf pacing just below the surface and growling in her brain the entire time. Keeping her awake.

  Keeping her focused.

  When she’d called Lacey, the Seer was friendly, but couldn’t talk. “I’m traveling, dear. But I knew you’d be coming. I told Jocko you’d be staying at my house. Feel free to stay there as long as you like and completely make yourself at home. The spare key is under the blue flowerpot on the back porch. Good luck.”

  Then the call had ended.

  Elain hadn’t tried to call her back, knowing even if she did, she’d only get the Seer’s voice mail.

  There was something bigger going on, an overall picture she could not yet clearly see. She’d have to pick away at it step by step.

  She thought about the first time she’d visited the Maine compound, going to the thinking place with Lina and Lacey.

  The first time she laid eyes on Abernathy in the flesh, just before he escaped.

  Also the last time any of them saw him free and alive.

  The jaguars have been rather weird as of late.

  That nagging thought would not leave her mind. Baba Yaga herself had told her to trust her instincts.

  Elain suspected there was more than mere coincidence to the jaguars’ sudden change in behavior.

  She shut the car off and got out, letting her feet carry her the correct way, that same primal instinct guiding her. This time, she veered off the path leading past the monolith and to the cave. She headed the way the still, quiet voice inside her guided.

  It didn’t take her long to find the first, larger grave, exactly as it had looked in her vision. Grass and weeds had begun reclaiming the bare dirt, and some dead leaves had dropped and blown onto it, but she still sensed it there.

  It definitely was not old. She’d guess only a few weeks old, if that.

  But Kitty would have trusted the jaguars. She wouldn’t have had any reason to disbelieve them and go looking for it herself.

  Follow my gut.

  Kneeling next to it, she took a deep breath and placed her hands in the middle of the dirt, pressing hard into the soil. She closed her eyes and opened her mind.

  The vision immediately washed over her, the chase, the fight, but from the cockatrices’ point of view. Cameron, one of the escaped cockatrice from the meth lab they’d destroyed. And his cousin, Gerry.

  Their names filled in automatically, as if she should have known them already.

  Cameron’s desire for revenge because Mercedes killed his relatives in Yellowstone. His anger over not getting paid due to the raid on the meth lab. This cockatrice had found a spellbook at Mercedes’ house, a book that was the twin to the horrific one Lina had in her possession. A book that the cockatrice been looking for and felt would lead them to the Tablet. A snapshot of some of their future plans for murder and mayhem. How they’d chased Mercedes and Marston from near the cave. How Gerry had impaled a very pregnant Mercedes with a branch during the battle. Cameron, almost immediately killed by Marston, had died thinking about his mate awaiting his return.

  Guarding the evil spellbook.

  Took Marston a few minutes longer to kill Gerry, who could shift.

  When she opened her eyes, Elain realized her whole body trembled, adrenaline coursing through her with no way to expend it.

  Tears rolled down her cheeks. At the end of the vision, it had briefly shifted into Marston’s point of view.

  How desperate and enraged Marston felt while fighting for his mate, his love.

  For the life of his unborn child.

  But the cockatrices’ story ended there. Two of the jaguars had buried them, tossed one on top of the other in the same grave.

  On shaky legs, Elain slowly retraced the jaguars’ steps until she found the other grave. This one, they had taken more care with her. Elain sensed they’d gently placed her in the grave with care and respect, not just dumped her in. Several large stones marked each end, smaller ones lined up along the sides. A quickly assembled memorial that wouldn’t as easily be lost to time and memory as the other grave.

  Kneeling once again, she pressed her fingers into the earth.

  This time, she felt seized, as if by someone else. Rage and grief poured through her, a baby girl ripped from her, literally, but at her behest. Love…

  Impending doom.

  Knowing this was the end and unable to change her fate.

  A baby girl lay in her arms, but Elain screamed, her tears, the pain of loss unbearable.

  The vision changed. It felt like her entire world was filled with grief, loss, a little girl not growing up the way that had been intended. Elain felt confused, unable to sort out if this was Mercedes or not.

  Then it hit her maybe this grief was a different baby, a different girl. The love flowing through the vision for the girl made Elain think it was someone close to her.

  Fear gripped her, outside of the vision. This felt too real, too close to home. This felt more like what was yet to be than what had already happened.

  Throwing herself back onto her ass, she broke her connection with the grave and lay there, staring up at what she could see of the now overcast sky through the trees.

  Marston had been Mercedes’ mate. The father of her baby.

  Mercedes had saved Jim’s life in Yellowstone, the vision Elain received from the cockatrices’ grave proving Mercedes had nothing to do with the kidnappi
ng in the first place.

  Something else gleaned from the vision—Mercedes had been half cockatrice, half wolf. Abernathy’s daughter.

  Why did she help us?

  And why was she herself now filled with unfathomable grief, as if a loss she couldn’t begin to stop was nearly upon her?

  Her memory of the vision just before Christmas slammed back into her brain. This was what she’d seen. The immediate aftermath of the attack.

  Instinctively, she scrambled back a few more feet from the grave, far enough away she didn’t have to worry about contact with it.

  I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want this power.

  Marston Hill and Rodolfo Abernathy had been the reason her mother died of soul sickness, and why her father had to abandon her for her own safety. Abernathy was a purely evil, sadistic bastard.

  Marston Hill had been part of the murder of Kael’s family. He’d also murdered her mates’ parents, Bertholde, her uncles’ mates, and no telling how many others.

  Lacey had met Mercedes before the Yellowstone Gathering. And ever since then, the old Seer always seemed to avoid most physical contact with Elain, although she’d acted friendly.

  Hell, she offered me use of her house.

  Speaking of, she could use a hot shower and a nap in same said house.

  Sitting up, she looked at the grave again. If she were Lina, she knew she’d be bouncing off the walls wanting to find Fat Boy—Lina’s name for Marston, although he wasn’t as fat now as he’d been when Lina first encountered him—and fry his balls.

  Mai would likely want to wait for the full input of the Clan Council before they took any action.

  Elain drew her knees up to her chest, resting her chin there, and stared at the grave. That left her, the reporter by training, the pivot by Fate.

  I want the full story before I rush to judgment.

  A chilly breeze picked up, making it all the way down from the treetops to the ground and drawing a shiver from her.