“I’m not used to dirty talk,” she said.
“That’s okay,” Sam said. “We’ll get you used to it. Eh, Jake?” Sam shot him a glance.
Jake peeled off his socks and stood, naked. “Of course. Now, why do you both still have clothes on?”
With his eyes on Jake, Sam whispered in Deirdre’s ear, “Impatient, isn’t he?”
Deirdre met Jake’s eyes as well. “Typical alpha.” But she had a smile on her face.
“I’m not typical anything.” Jake put his hands on his hips. “Now take off your clothes.”
Sam pulled away from Deirdre and stripped, quickly dropping his clothes in a pile near the wall. Deirdre took a more leisurely approach, a little strip tease. She slowly pulled her top over her head, revealing her curvy C-cups in a pretty red bra.
She unbuttoned her pants as she turned around. Jake heard the zipper as she opened it, then she slid her pants down, pushing her ass toward him as she did. She looked over her shoulder at him, but he couldn’t see anything but those round globes. He so wanted to fuck her there. He wanted to, and he would.
She kicked off her shoes and then her pants. By then, Sam had finished stripping, and stood watching the show. Jake stepped over beside him and ran one hand along his shoulders. His strong, naked, thoroughly masculine shoulders.
Deirdre rubbed her breasts through the bra, pinching her nipples. Her hands ran down her body to hook in her panties. She pivoted and gave them the same view as before, sliding her panties down her legs. Except this time when she showed them her ass, they could see the hint of her pretty pink pussy between her legs.
Jake’s hand tightened on Sam’s shoulders. Sam moaned.
“I think we should help her with the bra,” Jake said.
“Absolutely.” Sam stepped forward, put his hands on her bra straps and worked at unclasping them. “Enough teasing.”
“It’s not teasing, it’s foreplay,” she said.
“And I definitely want to see it again,” Jake said. “But right now, I can’t stand anymore.”
“What he said.” Sam finally got the clasp undone.
Each man grabbed a strap and pulled it over an arm. The bra fell to the floor.
Jake put his hands on her waist and turned her around. She had the sexiest breasts. He ran his hand over one of them while Sam did the same to the other. Jake tried doing what he’d seen her do, rubbing it and pinching the nipple. She must like it if she’d touched herself that way.
Sam lifted her breast and licked the nipple, then sucked it into his mouth. Deirdre cupped the back of his head and ran her hand through his hair. She tipped her head back, moaning.
If one was good, two was better. Jake mimicked Sam, sucking on her other nipple. Deirdre’s moans grew louder. He felt her hand sliding up the back of his neck to cup his head. Her fingers brushed back and forth over the very short hairs on the back of his head.
“You two are going to make me come, and we haven’t even started,” she said.
Jake gave her nipple one last lick, then replaced his tongue with his fingers, rolling her pink nub between them. “Are you saying that’s a bad thing?”
She got an evil smile on her face. “Well. How many times do I get to come? If it’s just once, I’d like to wait a little while.”
“Once.” Sam sounded scandalized. “What kind of lovers do you think we are?” He went back to sucking her nipple.
“Incredibly amazing ones.”
Jake ran his hand down to her pussy. “Then you should know you’re going to get a hell of a lot more than just one orgasm. In fact, we should see just what your limit is. Three orgasms? Six? Sixteen?” He pushed his finger into her.
“Sixteen? Six, maybe, but sixteen is way too many,” she said. “It’s not possible.”
Sam raised his head. “That sounds like a challenge.”
Jake fucked his finger in and out. “You don’t want to challenge two alphas. Sixteen orgasms it is.”
“No, no, no!” Deirdre put her hands up. “I couldn’t handle that many, really. My body would descend into a bowl of jelly long before we got there.”
“I think she’s surrendering,” Sam said.
“Should we accept?” Jake pushed a second finger into his mate’s cunt.
“We could always work her up to sixteen.”
“Or heck, why stop at sixteen. We could work her up to twenty.”
Deirdre groaned. “We don’t have time for twenty tonight.”
Jake pulled his fingers out and stood up. “That sounds like another challenge.”
“No, it isn’t.” Deirdre took hold of the sides of his chest and maneuvered him around until the back of his legs hit the bed. “We have too many other things to do tonight.”
She pushed him back on the bed then knelt between his legs. Holding his cock around the base, she slowly sucked him into her mouth. God, it felt so good. She knew just how to do it, her hand sliding up and down with her mouth so his entire cock was engulfed.
“Can I try?” Sam looked uncertain as he sat next to Jake and Deirdre.
“Of course.” She pulled her head back. “Get on down here.”
Sam lay down on the other side of Jake, head near Jake’s hip. Jake propped up on his elbows so he could watch what he hoped would be the first of many times Sam went down on him.
Sam’s motions were tentative as he reached out to circle Jake’s cock. Once he had him in his grip, though, Sam jerked him off like a pro. “It’s almost like stroking my own cock, except the angle is a little wrong.”
Jake breathed heavily. “If that’s a little wrong, I’d hate to know what feels right. It’s amazing.”
Sam smiled almost shyly. “You like it?”
“I love it.” Jake ran his hand down the side of Sam’s face. God, did he love that man. Didn’t matter that they’d only met or that he’d never felt attracted to another man before. He loved him.
Sam kissed the palm of Jake’s hand, then leaned forward, slowly, and closed his mouth over Jake’s cock.
It felt amazing. It felt like one step closer to completion. One step further into love.
Sam sucked Jake for a minute or two, then pulled back, rubbing his jaw. “Does it always ache like that?”
Deirdre laughed. “You get used to it. Especially with regular practice.”
“Regular practice sounds good to me,” Jake said. But now it was time for something different. He moved his two mates so they were exactly where he wanted them. “I have a plan.”
They lay in a sandwich, with Deirdre between them. Jake, lying behind her, lifted her leg. “Hold your leg there, honey.” To Sam he said, “Slide inside.”
Sam slid his cock into her pussy, pushing as deep as it would go. Jake pushed the globes of her ass apart, then pressed his cock between them.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“Relax. I’m not putting it in. Just getting you used to the idea of a cock back here. Plus, it feels great.” He rubbed his cock up and down. The sensation was a little reminiscent of sliding himself between a beautiful pair of breasts, except that her buttocks weren’t as soft and pliable.
Sam was moving inside her pretty quickly, and Jake didn’t even have to move anymore; her butt slid up and down and he just needed to stay still.
“You really want to take me from behind, don’t you?” she said, in between breaths.
“Damn straight. Can’t you imagine how wonderful it would be, all three of us together?” Jake said.
“Yes, but it’ll hurt,” she said.
“It won’t hurt if we get you ready for it first.” He reached around and pushed his hand between Deirdre and Sam’s bodies until he found her clit. His fingers pushed against her clit, and she immediately gasped.
“Good?” he said.
“Amazing.” Her moans grew louder, as Sam’s tempo picked up.
Jake had to hold on to keep from getting bucked off. But it was worth it, so worth it.
Sam groaned loudly as he cam
e. Jake could feel the strain in Sam’s body where Jake’s hand lay between Sam and Deirdre. At the same time, Jake pushed rhythmically on Deirdre’s clit and very soon, she came too.
Sam rolled onto his back. With a deep breath, Deirdre got on her knees, her ass up in the air. That was his girl; she hadn’t forgotten him. Jake positioned himself behind her and thrust deep inside. Sam reached underneath her; Jake assumed he was rubbing her clit.
It didn’t take him long; he’d already been almost there with his dick rubbing in her ass. Soon he pushed deep and came. He fell onto his side, pulling her with him, his cock still inside her.
“Did you come?” he said in her ear.
“Over and over.”
“I mean just now. Did you come again?”
Sam crawled up to lie face to face with Deirdre.
“No,” Deirdre said.
“I’ll take care of that.” Sam put his hand on her again.
Jake reached around, and together their fingers brought her to a breathy, tense orgasm. Then they all curled up together, arms and legs tangled.
This was what he’d needed tonight. And now, this is what he looked forward to every night.
Chapter 4
As soon as Deirdre got back to the house, she knew something was wrong. It was late, far too late for Bridget to still be up, even if she were packing. But all the downstairs lights were on.
Then she saw the SUV. It wasn’t parked in front of their house; it was across the street in front of their neighbor’s home. But she’d know it anywhere. Ted.
She opened her car door and his scent assaulted her, as though he’d marked his territory all over her lawn. She knew he hadn’t; he just put off a strong scent and anyone in his pack could smell it if they were close enough. Without the competing scents of the bar, she could smell it clear out to the driveway.
Ted was in her home. With Bridget.
Deirdre fumbled for her phone, rifling through her purse. She had to let Jake and Sam know. Just as she laid hands on it, her front door opened.
Ted stepped out. “Come inside, Deirdre.” He watched her walk toward him.
So much for calling her mates. She could try, but Ted would be on her before it even started to ring. She let go of her cell, leaving it in her purse as she neared the two steps that led to the front door.
Ted breathed in, nostrils flaring. “You’ve been with them. Recently. Their stench is all over you.” Making a face, he turned and went into the house.
Deirdre followed. Ted led her into her family room, where he sat square in the center of the couch, arms spread to either side, one foot resting sideways on the other knee. Across from him, Bridget sat in one of the matching overstuffed chairs. Ted motioned Deirdre to the other.
“I came to meet your mates, Deirdre. And what did I find? Your sister, packing. Can you explain that?”
Dammit. This isn’t how she wanted it to happen. Should she lie? He seemed on the edge of violence. What would he do if she told him the truth? She’d have to tell him at some point. And waiting wouldn’t help. Out with it.
“Bridget’s coming with me,” she said. Her voice didn’t sound nearly as strong as she wanted it to.
He examined his fingernails. “I thought I made it clear you weren’t going anywhere. It’s very simple. If you want to be with your mates, all they need to do is join the pack.”
The hell with that. But she couldn’t say what she really wanted to say. If he got angry enough, he might hurt Bridget. “They don’t want to join. And I have to be with them. I can’t—”
He dropped his foot to the floor with a bang. “I’m the Pack Alpha. You’ll do what I say.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Tell me their numbers.”
“I…why?”
“I’m going to call them and explain things.” He looked up at her. “The numbers.”
Deirdre pulled out her cell and found the numbers her mates had given her. She didn’t want to give them to him. It felt like a violation or a betrayal. But it was just a phone number. And Jake and Sam could handle it. Right now, she had to worry about Bridget. She told Ted one number, then the other.
“Good girl.” He dialed one of the numbers. “Sam Kendall? This is Ted Seabolt, Alpha of the Stonewall Pack.” He paused.
She couldn’t hear Sam on the other end. Usually she could hear both sides of conversations with her werewolf hearing, but this time she couldn’t. Ted must have his phone turned down to the lowest setting. Jerk.
“Yes, she’s fine,” Ted said. “Could you hold a minute?”
Without waiting for Sam’s reply, he took the phone away from his ear and dialed again. “Jake Lawson?” He introduced himself and immediately asked Jake to hold. Then he pressed a couple of buttons.
“Jake and Sam? Both there?” Ted’s voice sounded slimy, a fake pleasant voice like a customer service rep might use with a particularly difficult customer. “Good. Now, I’m here with Deirdre and Bridget. It appears you want them to leave my pack.” He paused.
She hated that she couldn’t hear what Jake and Sam were saying. Would they be able to hear her if she talked? Normally they would, but with Ted’s phone turned down, who knew.
“I see. Well, I just can’t let them go. As I told Deirdre, if you want to be her mates, you’re going to have to join my pack.” He paused again. “What happens in other packs isn’t my concern. Deirdre’s in my pack, and she’s not leaving.”
Another pause. “Oh, really? Watch and see. When you’re ready to join, you can find me at the Speakeasy bar on Dukane street.” He hung up.
“Very disappointing,” Ted said. “They wouldn’t listen to reason.”
“I told you—”
“But they will. You and Bridget will stay here until your mates join the pack. Marcus will stay with you to make sure you don’t leave.”
“What about my job?”
Ted shrugged. “That’s your problem.” He called Marcus. After he hung up, he said, “Bridget, go upstairs and unpack.”
Bridget shot a glance in Deirdre’s direction, then did as Ted said. Not like they had any choice.
Deirdre pressed her hands together. “Why are you doing this?”
“You’re my responsibility.” He leaned forward. “Besides, what would happen if poor Maeve came home and you weren’t here? How would she ever find you?”
He had to be kidding. “This is about Maeve? She’s been gone for ten years. We don’t even know if she’s still alive.”
“Your parents got that postcard.”
“You know about that?”
“I know everything, Deirdre. Especially about your family. As I said, you’re my responsibility. I take that very seriously.” He sat back. “I can’t let you leave when we don’t know where you’d be going. What kind of pack might you join? We don’t even know anything about your mates. What if they’re abusers?” He spread his hands wide. “You see why you have to stay here. Once your mates join, I’ll be able to keep an eye on all of you.”
He stood. “I’m going to wait for Marcus out front. You might want to take a shower. You stink.”
Jackass. Besides, she liked the smell of her mates on her skin.
As soon as the door closed, she hurried upstairs to her sister’s room, pulling out her cell as she went. She dialed Jake.
“Deirdre?” he said when he picked up.
“It’s me. Let’s conference in Sam.”
“No need. He’s here,” Jake said.
Sam sounded a little farther away, but still easily understood. “I had stopped at a store nearby on the way home, so when we got Ted’s call, I came back.”
“Did he hurt you?” Jake’s voice sounded tight.
“No, not me.” Deirdre pushed open her sister’s door. “Bridge?”
Bridget was putting her clothes back into the dresser. She turned toward Deirdre, holding a couple of pairs of slacks against her stomach.
“He didn’t hurt you before I got here, did he?”
“No. Just talked in
that scary calm voice of his about how disappointed he was and how much Maeve would be upset if she were here.”
Deirdre paused. “He talked about Maeve to you, too? Isn’t that strange?”
“Yeah, but then he’s a little strange,” Bridget said.
“So he’s hung up on Maeve,” Sam said. “What does that mean?”
“I don’t know,” Deirdre said. “In the meantime, how the hell do we get out of this situation?”
“How is it he plans to hold you?” Jake said. “Is he locking you up somewhere?”
“House arrest. One of his minions—sorry, his second—is coming over to stay with us. I won’t even be able to leave to go to work,” Deirdre said.
“We’ll just have to come get you,” Jake said.
“We could talk to my pack,” Sam said. “Maybe they can mediate.”
“There’s no mediating with a madman,” Jake said. “We’ll go get them. And if Ted tries to stop us, I’ll kill him.”
That’s what she got for mating with an alpha. “You think that’s a good idea?”
Sam chimed in. “It may be the only idea. If Ted won’t back down, one of us will have to challenge him.”
“But if one of you beats him, you’ll be the Stonewall Pack leader,” she said.
She heard silence. She figured that would stop them in their tracks. Much more than if she told them what she was really thinking—dozens of men had fought Ted and he’d killed them all. No quarter. She couldn’t stand it if that happened to her mates.
“No problem,” Sam said. “We’ll just make sure to get you out of there without having to confront him.”
Deirdre snorted. “Right.”
“Did you just snort?” Sam sounded outraged.
Jake chuckled. “Sexy.”
“I am what I am.” Deirdre sobered. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea. There’s too many ways for this to go wrong.”
“What other options do we have?”
“Bringing in Roanoke…” Deirdre said.
“That only works if we agree to join them,” Jake said.
Clearly he wasn’t ready to go there. “Jake…” she said.
She heard footsteps on the stairs.
“Gotta go,” she whispered. She hung up and shoved her phone back into her purse. Then she grabbed the last of Bridget’s clothes out of her suitcase so it would look like she was helping her unpack.
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