Dominating Their Mate [Wolf Pack Mates 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

Ginnie heard tires crunching on the gravel of the parking lot. She picked up her pencils, closed her sketchbook and stood up. Malachi and Zircon got out of the car and walked over to the back door of the schoolhouse. Just before they reached the door Zircon stopped and looked up.

  “Hi there,” she called.

  “We came to visit with you. Should we come up there or do you want to come down?”

  Ginnie crouched down, unlocked the ladder and let it drop down. She tucked her pencils into the back pocket of her jeans and crossed her arms over her closed sketchbook, stepping back from the entry. Are they going to tell me the truth about what’s happening? I won’t say anything to them. I’ll wait and see how they act first.

  Malachi arrived first and moved to the opposite side of the turret, leaving plenty of space for Zircon. Zircon grinned at her, then locked the ladder on the inside. “I like it here. It’s very private.”

  “The view is pretty amazing, too,” added Malachi.

  Ginnie rested her hip against the wooden half wall of the turret, with part of her mind on the view, which was indeed amazing, and the rest of it on the men.

  “There are some things we want to tell you. Things we couldn’t speak about until we got permission. Things that are much bigger than just us,” said Zircon.

  Ginnie had been watching him since he started speaking. His eyes were worried and there were frown lines across his forehead. He was being totally serious. “Okay.”

  “We love you. Both of us love you, have loved you since we first met, I think. Yesterday was supposed to be the start of us getting to know you, building a relationship, learning all about each other. Giving you the chance to fall in love with us,” added Malachi.

  “This morning we were going to cook you breakfast and sit and talk. More of the getting to know you and falling in love type stuff. That plan got derailed.”

  “It certainly did.” Ginnie was getting drawn into their conversation almost despite herself.

  “Everything we’ve told you about ourselves, our lives, our community is absolutely true. As is our love for you. I can’t imagine not having you in our lives now,” said Zircon.

  Malachi came and stood in front of her, holding his hands out to her, but she kept her arms crossed over her sketchbook. “We’ve told you there are more males than females in our community. I’d always hoped to find Ms. Right, but no woman has ever called to my heart the way you have. I guess I’m a greedy man because I want it all. I want a woman who is beautiful and excites my cock. I want a woman who is smart and excites my mind. And I want a woman who is her own person, who has skills, talents, and abilities of her own, who isn’t just sitting there like a sponge wanting to dip herself in my life to find fulfillment. When she dips herself in my life I want a woman who adds something, who brings her personality into the union, so that together we’re better, more rounded, more interesting people, as a triad. That person is you,” said Malachi.

  “What we’re about to tell you is ultra secret. Very, very few people outside the community know. Our safety, the safety of all our people, lies in the secret being kept,” said Zircon.

  “I won’t betray you,” promised Ginnie. She meant it, too. She had a pretty good idea of what they were about to tell her, and if she started talking to other people about it, the most likely outcome would be someone taking her into hospital and locking her in a padded room until whatever drug they thought she’d taken had a chance to wear off.

  “Shall we sit down so people can’t see us? And please, let me hold you,” asked Malachi.

  Ginnie sat cross legged on the floor of the bell tower, remembering at the last minute to take her pencils out of her back pocket and lay them on the floor beside her with her sketchbook. Malachi rested his arm along her shoulder, tugging her back against his body. It did feel comfortable and secure, giving her a sense that he would protect her from any danger. Which made her certain Zircon was going to transform. Will it be painful? Will he look disgusting as it happens? Will he frighten me as a wolf? And why am I so sure they are wolves? Where’d the logic in that come from?

  Sure enough Zircon stepped around the other side of the bell until his body was mostly hidden from her. His clothes dropped to the floor, and she watched his hands unlace his boots and pull off his socks. Almost the next instant she saw four very big black paws resting on the floor. He had to be a damn big wolf with paws that size.

  Her body must have stiffened slightly because Malachi was stroking her shoulder, but she wasn’t the least bit afraid. Well, she didn’t think she was. Just curious.

  Seeing him was almost an anticlimax. It had to be Zircon. No wild wolf ever had eyes that shade of blue. His coat was completely black and he was big, bigger than even the larger breeds of dog. He made no attempt to approach her and she realized he was waiting for permission.

  “I’m not frightened of you, Zircon. It’s okay. Can I see Malachi as a wolf now?”

  “I told you she wouldn’t have hysterics,” said Malachi, his voice bubbling with laughter and his clothes dropping like rain around them.

  He moved in front of her, lined up beside Zircon the wolf, and changed. As she’d half expected, his coat was a light brown, and his eyes a hazel green. He stood lower at the shoulder than Zircon, but he was just as long and his tail was bushier.

  Both wolves came closer to her and she petted their fur, surprised at how incredibly soft it was, and stroked their faces. Malachi stuck his muzzle against her cunt and breathed deeply until she laughed and pushed him away.

  The two wolves changed back into human form, sitting beside her on the floor, naked, and totally at ease.

  “Our people came to the pack lands originally to be alone and to keep the secret. Only by staying away from humans could they be truly safe from persecution. Everything else took place exactly as we’ve told you. The families intermarrying, deciding to run the farms communally, and gradually becoming one united community,” said Zircon.

  “Jasper is more than just the CEO of the company. These days, that’s his primary role, as the executive manager of the business. However, we all swear allegiance to him as the head of our pack, our Alpha, as well,” said Malachi.

  “That doesn’t surprise me. He has an aura of power, of authority, that underlies everything he does,” said Ginnie.

  “Yes, you’re an artist. You’d see that. I don’t really notice it in a day-to-day sort of way, but it was blindingly obvious in court today.”

  Ginnie stared at Malachi. “In court? What? From the break-in this morning?”

  Zircon took up the explanation. “Jasper held a court to ask the people who raided my house for an explanation. He interviewed Titan first, because he appeared to be the ringleader. Titan challenged Jasper for the position of Alpha so they will fight to the death at noon today.”

  Ginnie suddenly felt sick. “Fight? To the death? What about Taige?”

  “Generations ago these decisions were usually decided on the battlefield, the same way rulers won their countries. It was simply the way things were done back then. Nowadays, just as most countries settle their problems with trade agreements and democratic voting, so, too, packs usually decide things by discussion and negotiation. But Titan seems to have missed reading that memo,” said Zircon.

  “And I have to say he doesn’t have the skills to run the company either. So even if he wins the battle there’ll be lots more trouble. Our only hope is that Jasper wins,” added Malachi.

  “I don’t think I want to know about the fight, but for Taige’s sake I need to be there. To support her. Eve, too.” Ginnie swallowed hard. The last thing she needed to see was men bashing each other into a bloody pulp. But this was Taige’s lover. Taige was her best friend. She would stand with Taige no matter what.

  “We’re to bring you three women to the fight but that’s a few hours away yet. Do you have questions to ask? I didn’t really think you’d have hysterics, but I must say you’ve accepted everything we’ve said very calmly. Or haven’t
you had the time necessary for everything to really sink in yet?” asked Zircon.

  “Oh, it didn’t need to sink in. I already knew.”

  “What?”

  “I knew.” Ginnie picked up her sketchbook, opened it to her latest drawing and held the book out to the men.

  “Holy shit! When did you do that?”

  “Just this morning. I was thinking about the three of us and my fingers drew it all by themselves. My subconscious knew what was going on, even if I wasn’t outwardly aware of it.”

  “You’re amazing. I’ve been so worried that we would frighten you. I love you so much, Ginnie. I couldn’t bear it if I had to leave you,” said Malachi.

  “What will you do if Titan wins the battle today? Will you swear allegiance to him or will you have to leave the pack because you’ve been one of Jasper’s supporters?” she asked.

  “That’s a damn good question. Malachi and I have decided we’ll leave the pack. We won’t support Titan because we don’t believe he’s competent to run the company properly. We’ll talk to Morgan and Jett and Cornelian. We might be able to go into business together. Between us we’ve got all the skills we need to run a successful company. But hopefully it won’t come to that. With luck Jasper will take out Titan and that’ll be the end of the problem.”

  “And the other trouble makers? What about them?” asked Ginnie.

  “Yeah, well if Titan wins he’ll have promised them all kinds of good things, like women I suppose. When they learn there aren’t any women he might suddenly find himself in a whole pile of shit but that’ll be his problem. If Jasper wins…Well, Jasper has been very forgiving and amenable up until now, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he took a hard line now and made them leave,” said Malachi.

  “That’s what I think. I reckon they’ll be sent away. What about us? Have you got any questions about us?” asked Zircon.

  Ginnie shook her head. “No questions. However, I wouldn’t be agreeing to anything until after this battle anyway. But even so, we need to spend time together in a normal kind of way. Sitting and talking, watching movies, doing regular, ordinary stuff.”

  Malachi inched closer to her and laid his head in her lap. Ginnie had the craziest idea he was sniffing her pussy again. “Sex is what ordinary normal people do. We’re both already naked. It wouldn’t take more than a second to get you naked and we could do that,” he said with a hopeful tone in his voice.

  Ginnie laughed. “You’re insatiable.”

  Chapter Five

  Yeah, likely he was insatiable. But only around Ginnie. He’d never been like this with anyone before. It was her. Ginnie. She filled his mind even when he should be concentrating on other things, like work. She filled his heart with explosive happiness. When she was nearby all he could think about was her. It wasn’t just sex, although the sex had been better than even his wildest imaginings. It was just her. Ginnie. Pure Ginnie. His Ginnie. She was more than he’d ever hoped to find, everything he’d ever wanted, all wrapped up in the most luscious of bodies, and tied up with a pretty bow of wildly wicked humor. Fates, he loved her. “I love you, Ginnie. I love you and want you and need you. I promise I’ll protect you and care for you forever, if you’ll agree to mate with Zircon and me.”

  “Well then, since you love me you can be on the bottom of the pile. I don’t want splinters in my ass,” said Ginnie.

  Malachi laughed. This was why he loved her. Well, one of the reasons. She always said and did the unexpected and made him smile. “It’s a deal.”

  Malachi moved her sketchbook and pencils to the other side of the turret, carefully putting the pencils inside the book so they wouldn’t roll away. Then he turned back to Ginnie. Zircon already had her jeans unzipped and pulled down and was taking her shoes off. Excellent!

  He sat down with his legs spread wide and his back resting against the wooden half wall. “I expect you to remove any splinters I get in my ass and my back,” he said to Ginnie.

  “Perhaps you should get used to it. If you have to leave your house and land you may have to sleep up here until you get another job,” she teased him.

  “Not while there’s that big rug in your apartment. We’ll sleep on that,” replied Zircon, joining in the game.

  But Malachi didn’t want to continue joking. Yeah, there would be some huge issues to address if Titan won the fight. Like, if Jasper was dead how would he ever get a reference to apply for a new job? But he wasn’t going to think about any of that now. Now was for Ginnie. His dick was harder than a spike and desperate to get inside her hot, wet pussy. “Sit on my cock,” he said to her.

  She did as he asked, only teasing him a tiny bit by sliding up and down on him a couple times before sitting on his lap. She had her back to his chest, without him having to direct her, so she’d obviously worked out she needed to be that way to suck Zircon. She was smart, his Ginnie. That was just another facet about her that he loved. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his head leaning against hers, his arm wrapped around her, holding her tight against him.

  Zircon stood to the side of them both, his legs spread wide apart as he lined his cock up with Ginnie’s mouth. Malachi watched Zircon for the signal when to start. This was going to be a quick, hard fuck. They all wanted it, craved it, but there were so many other things that needed to be said and done before they collected the other women and went back to the pack lands for the battle.

  Fates, he couldn’t bear to think about the fucking mess if Titan won. Surely the gods couldn’t be so misguided as to permit Titan the victory? Everyone could see what a good and wise leader Jasper made. His business decisions were excellent, and he was always completely fair. Besides, what was with this whole conspiracy theory idea? Who the fuck was supposed to be stealing all the werewolf women and hiding them? Anyone with a brain could count up the number of babies born into the pack and do the math. How many families had two sons, or even three sons, and no daughter? Girls were simply rare. Somewhere between one quarter and one third of births were females. It didn’t take a mathematician to work out they had a problem.

  Ginnie pushed down on his cock and he groaned. Malachi immediately stopped thinking and reacted, pulling his cock back, then driving it deep inside her pussy as he held her hard against him.

  Ginnie had her hands on Zircon’s dick and her head tilted back. Good. While she concentrated on pleasing Zircon he planned to drive her crazy with the desire to come. Malachi planted his feet flat on the wooden floor and drove up and down into Ginnie’s sweet pussy, using his thigh muscles for the fine control and his feet for added power. He kept one arm holding her immovable against him, and grasped her breast with his other hand, cupping her lush globe, stroking her silky-soft skin, and pulling on the hot, tight bud of her nipple.

  Malachi loved the scent of Ginnie. He knew she laughed at the way he constantly breathed in her feminine musk from her cunt. But to him she smelled of heaven, of a promise fulfilled. She was his and that sweet Ginnie-scent was the proof they were linked together. Right now, her skin and hair smelled so good. Sweetly feminine, girly, of flowers and fresh strawberries. He inhaled her scent deeply, reveling in it, but not letting it distract him from his established purpose of bringing her to the hardest orgasm he could give her.

  Malachi flashed another glance at Zircon. Sweat beaded his face and chest, and his hips were pumping into Ginnie’s mouth. That was a sign Malachi needed to ramp up the pace here and bring Ginnie to completion. He slid the arm around her waist lower, flicking over her jeweled bellybutton before moving lower still until his fingers rested on her pussy. Then he searched for her clit and started rubbing the hot little button. He circled it in time to his cock slamming up into her cunt, hoping to hit her G-spot from the inside while he stroked her clit on the outside.

  His dick was so ready to explode it was almost painful, but there was no way he’d permit himself to come until after Ginnie flew apart in his arms. She was the heart of their relationship. His job was only to pleasure her. The fact
that arousing her also aroused him was not the purpose. Ginnie was the purpose. His own arousal was just a bonus.

  He could feel her heart racing against his arm, so he pulled his cock right back, then drove into her pussy with every ounce of his strength, pinching her nipple and clit at the same time, then bending his head and biting her neck at the tender place where it joined her shoulder.

  Ginnie’s cunt grabbed his dick so hard he thought she might break it in two, but then he couldn’t think at all as her cunt rippled all around him, forcing his control to be shattered and his cum to explode out of him, filling her with his seed as he pumped into her again and again.

  He looked up, hoping he hadn’t spoiled Zircon’s orgasm, only to see Ginnie swallowing hard. No, it appeared Zircon had come as well, so they remained a united trio which was as it should be.

  Once again Malachi rested his head on Ginnie, wanting to revel in this brief moment of calm before they faced their future. Jasper was the one whose life was in extreme peril. But his danger was shared by all of them. None of his managers and friends could go back to their old lives and jobs if Titan led the pack.

  * * * *

  “Have you got the key to the bathrooms with you, Ginnie? I think we all ought to shower. It might not be a good idea to go back to the pack lands smelling of sex.”

  “Yes, the key’s in my pocket and there are even some towels there, so we’re good for a shower.” Ginnie led the way down from the bell turret then Zircon waited with her holding their clothing, while Malachi raced ahead and unlocked the “girls” bathroom and Ginnie locked the ladder inside the turret. Zircon would have preferred to shower on the “boys” side, but figured Malachi was likely right. If the women had spare towels they’d be on their own side, not the other one.

  They all used separate showers so it didn’t take long for them to get cleaned up and dressed again. Now Zircon had to pull himself together, stop thinking about his friend and his feelings, and become the Dom he truly was, taking care of his people. He was so pleased to have Malachi as his partner. The two of them fit really well together, sharing tasks without even needing to discuss issues. Selfishly, Zircon was glad Malachi was a switch. That meant there was no competition between them, just cooperation and a genuine desire to work together to please and satisfy Ginnie, to cherish her and demonstrate to her over and over again that she was the one and only woman who could fulfill them both. Zircon thought that perhaps if they’d both been Doms they wouldn’t have been so relaxed around each other. Anyway, it was all moot. Malachi was a switch and together they were a united team. United together in the chief desire of loving and serving Ginnie.