Max growled and started to turn. Mandy recognized the sound. It wasn’t the sexual, I-want-to-fuck-you noise. This was the don’t-fuck-with-my-woman growl he’d used facing Brian.
“Shh.” Mandy grabbed Max’s arm. “It’s okay.” She turned his face so he met her eyes, love and lust glittering back at her. Red flared in his gaze and she realized he was only partially human. That thing, the werewolf, still controlled his body. After long moments, the red faded but the hunger remained. They needed to get away from here.
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He nodded and Mandy was pretty sure he was unable to speak.
“Let’s go,” Gideon said, leading them to the back parking lot of the police department. It was late, near ten o’clock but the sun was just setting, the moon rising.
Almost full.
“Does the full moon make you change into that thing?” she blurted out.
Max stopped, blinked and shook his head. “No. Seeing Mickelson touch you made me change.”
She gulped, telling herself that now wasn’t the time to ask these questions but if she was going to go to bed with him—and based on the last five minutes in the police station there was little doubt of that—she wanted a few answers.
“Does it happen very often?”
“That was a first.”
“What?”
He winced. “It’s complicated.” He looked at her then across the car to Gideon. “I’m a werewolf, to state the somewhat obvious. I can turn into a wolf whenever I want. I’ll show you sometime. The thing tonight was a different form of the creature that only appears when it senses its mates being threatened.”
He did a chin lift, indicating that Gideon should open the car door.
Mandy listened to the doors unlock and breathed. Okay, her lover was a werewolf and thought she was his mate. Wait. Mates. Plural. She glanced through the car window, seeing Gideon take the driver’s seat. It made sense. The kiss at the warehouse and inside the police station. Her mind tried to freak out but she was too tired.
They climbed into the car, none of them speaking. Questions swirled around in her head—how long had he been a werewolf? Did he get bitten? Did Jackson know? Her breath locked in her chest. Was Jackson one too?
She stared forward, unable to make any of the questions audible. Instead they just slammed around inside her head, making her dizzy.
“Where am I going?” Gideon asked, turning the engine on. Max didn’t respond.
Gideon raised his eyebrows and turned to her.
“Jackson’s house,” she answered, thrilled she could at least speak. Gideon pulled out into the late evening traffic. Mandy shifted in her seat, trying to see Max without looking like she was looking. A werewolf. He’s a werewolf.
She took a deep breath and released it slowly, letting her shoulders relax just a bit.
It helped some but there was way too much tension in her body for deep breathing to cure.
Sex. That would be perfect energy release. A soft chuckle teased her throat but she clamped down on the sound, afraid it would turn into hysterical laughter if she let any of it free. True, sex would ease her tension but could she even imagine making love to Max after tonight? She turned her head and looked out the window, the reflections of light splashing off the window and reminding her of the red glitter in Max’s eyes. When 140
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he’d turned into that thing, that werewolf, he’d wanted her. She could still feel the press of his cock against her stomach, the slow lick of his tongue across her neck. Her nipples tightened remembering the caress and the heat in her pussy returned.
A low growl rumbled from the backseat and she sat up. It wasn’t possible, couldn’t be possible that he could sense the changes in her body. She glanced down between the seats. Max’s bare foot—his boots destroyed when the creature appeared—tapped lightly on the floor, a jittery motion she didn’t expect from Max. He was too calm, too in control.
Gideon focused on the road, his fingers tight on the steering wheel. The tension was getting to him too.
He guided the car through the streets, taking only a few minutes to reach Jackson’s house in South Anchorage. He pulled into the driveway and waited.
For a moment, none of them moved, then Max reached for his door. “We should probably talk.”
It was more of a command than a suggestion. Max climbed out. She looked over at Gideon. He turned his head and met her gaze. Neither spoke. Finally he shrugged and opened his door.
Taking a deep breath, she did the same, following both men up the walkway into Jackson’s house.
Max walked into the living room and did a slow circle around the coffee table as if he couldn’t decide where to sit. Or if to sit. He scanned the room, his nostrils flaring a bit, the animal lurking beneath his human veneer. He scraped his hand through his hair, the leather coat he wore opening as he moved, revealing the hard planes of his stomach, the ripped muscles of his chest.
His hard cock.
She stood next to Gideon, watching Max pace the floor. Strange how she could see the animal in him now.
He looked up, meeting their stares boldly. “I’ll be right back.”
With that announcement he ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time, leaving them alone.
Silence settled on the room and she was afraid to break it, afraid of what she might say, questions she might ask. For a moment, Mandy considered running for the door but the pragmatic side of her personality wouldn’t let her. She’d seen her lover turn into a werewolf. She wanted some answers before she had her nervous breakdown.
Max trotted down the stairs and tossed three condoms and a tube of lubricant on the coffee table. They hit with a thud and echoed a challenge to the room. He looked up, his eyes ringing with defiance.
“So, here’s the truth and I hope you’ll keep it just between the three of us. I’m a werewolf. I come from a large family of werewolves.”
“Jackson too?”
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Max nodded, the corners of his mouth turning down. “We turn furry. We’re super strong and we pick mates. For life.” He rattled off the facts like he was describing a plan of attack. “Normally this is one person. I’m just guessing but for some reason, it seems my wolf has chosen two. You two.”
The announcement hung between them until Gideon spoke.
“The wolf has chosen us.” He folded his arms on his chest, his stance almost as aggressive as Max’s. “What about you?”
A hint of smile curled Max’s mouth. “Trust me. If I didn’t find you attractive, want to fuck the hell out of you, the wolf’s preferences wouldn’t make a difference.” He came forward, the animalistic grace balancing out the glowing red eyes. “I don’t know what the future is going to be like. I don’t know if the three of us will manage to make it work or even if you’ll want to try.” He stared into Gideon’s eyes then looked down at her.
“And I know you have questions but I’ll tell you now,” the red blazed in his eyes, “if you stay here, we won’t be talking. We’ll be fucking.”
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She felt her eyes widen and heat rushed between her legs. His lips twitched and he trailed that wild gaze down her body, stopping at her pussy. She struggled not to move, to squirm under that intense stare.
She swallowed to get the lump out of her throat. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean with everything that happened and…” She didn’t know what else to say. How was she supposed to reply when her lover practically challenged them with sex, daring them to fuck him?
“Then you need to leave,” he said bluntly, placing himself in front of her. “We’ll talk tomorrow or later. But right now, all I can think about is sliding between your legs and fucking you until you scream.” Liquid rushed between her legs and she shook her head, trying to draw the focus of her body upward. But lay
er upon layer of stress and tension—from being kidnapped to seeing her lover turn into a werewolf—piled on her and she couldn’t force her mind to think beyond fucking. Max’s voice dropped as he leaned forward. “I’m not sure I could carry on a conversation.”
“You seem pretty calm to me,” Gideon drawled, the tension building in his body, matching the battle lines she saw in Max’s muscles. His upper lip twitched and for a moment it looked like he would growl at Gideon.
“He has a point,” she interjected. “You look like you’re doing fine.”
“Really?” He opened his eyes and stared at her. There was no mistaking the weird red glow in his eyes. This wasn’t something that could be explained away. He opened his mouth, just a bit and revealed bright white teeth, long sharp incisors too big for a human mouth.
She pressed her fingers to her lips, trying to contain the gasp. She was only moderately successful.
“I’m keeping a handle on the were, that thing I turned into,” he explained. “Barely.
We either fuck or you two have to leave. Because if you stay here I’m not sure I can stop it from having you. Hard and long.” She swallowed, trying to find her voice but every harsh word, meant to frighten her, was like a tongue on her clit, making her ache.
“Until you can barely breathe, until you feel me everywhere, inside and out. That’s what’s going to happen if you stay here.” He circled around, whispering, speaking the words against her ear. “Are you ready for that?”
The words vibrated through her head sending delicious shivers across her skin. She opened her mouth just a little to allow more oxygen into her body. It did nothing to cool the heated little pulses in her pussy. Squeezing her knees together just made it worse.
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Another low growl erupted from his throat and she shivered. The sound was pure sex, wicked and delicious. His arm wrapped around her back and he yanked her close, plastering her body against his, chest to knees, his leg moving between hers, pressing against the V between her thighs. A sweet shock fluttered from her clit and she pushed forward wanting more. Max groaned and bent down, capturing her mouth, licking his tongue inside for a fast taste before driving deep and commanding her response.
Mandy moaned into his mouth, her body coming alive—every bit of tension and stress rippled to her nerve endings, making her skin tingle. Heat covered her ass, Max’s hand pulling her closer, pulsing her hips until she was rocking against his thigh, her nipples aching as she pressed against his chest. God, she needed more. Needed him inside her.
He snapped his head back and stared down at her. He could feel the heat in his eyes and knew they were glowing red. A part of him wanted to turn away, didn’t want to frighten Mandy any more than she already was but the other side of him wouldn’t allow him to hide. She needed to see what she was getting.
She swallowed and took a shallow breath. She didn’t look frightened. She looked aroused, hungry. His cock strained against his fly and his teeth ached. The were clamored to get free, wanting its mates. He glanced at Gideon. He’d taken a step away, closer to the door, he was ready to run. Bad idea. Max was in full predator mode. He growled a warning and Gideon looked up, his eyes flashing with anger.
Max licked his lips, tasting the energy on the air. Mandy’s arousal, Gideon’s anger.
The edges of his vision turned red but this time he didn’t fight it. The were’s senses were strong, powerful, flooding Max’s brain with scent and taste and touch. Hmm, touch.
“Now’s the time to decide. Stay and fuck. Or go.”
The air disappeared from the room, sucked out by his challenge.
Mandy blinked and her stare bounced between him and Gideon.
“If you stay here, you’ll both end up getting fucked.”
“Don’t I have any say in that?” Gideon asked. He lifted his chin and glared, daring Max to say no.
Which Max did.
“Not really,” he said.
Gideon’s eyes tightened down and he stalked across the room, four steps to end up in front of Max.
They stood nose to nose, male aggression vibrating between them making Max’s already hard cock throb. The were rose up inside Max again, sensing the challenge from its mate, feeling the need to prove its strength. “What? You think I’m just going to bend over and take it.”
The human side of him was just arrogant enough to smirk. “Yes.”
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“Stop it. Both of you.” Mandy’s voice held strong as she gave the command snapping Max’s attention back to her. She came close, almost putting herself between them. Tears glittered at the edges of her eyes but her chin was set, determined. “This isn’t helping.”
Delicious scents wafted from their bodies—arousal, fear, anger—and blended into a perfect passion, filling his head.
Unable to stop himself, he bent and captured Mandy’s lips, swallowing her gasp and any chance that she might have a logical answer to his desire. She hesitated for a moment but then the heat returned and she moaned into his mouth, wrapping her tongue around his, her hunger almost as strong as his. Fuck yeah. He pulled back just enough to bite down on her lower lip, not too hard, letting her feel his teeth, warning her of his true nature. There was still a chance, a small chance, that if she pulled back now, he’d be able to contain the were, let her go. Except she sighed and chased his lips, stealing another kiss.
The presence of his other mate teased the beast. Max felt like a rider in his own mind. He knew the creature was in control, could feel the emotions—harsh almost violent need—surging through his body. Max looked at Gideon. He watched, his eyes focused on Max’s mouth. Again, Max let his teeth show, just enough to warn his lover.
Holding Mandy to him, unwilling to let her go, he wrapped his hand around Gideon’s back and pulled him close. The male moved into the embrace, opening his lips as Max turned his head to meet him. Heat and strength flowed through the kiss, the spicy flavor of Gideon’s mouth, subtle but distinctive. It blended perfectly with the sweet taste of Mandy’s mouth and the seductive flavor of her pussy.
He growled but the sound turned to a groan as he thought of having them both.
Needing the male’s submission, he sank his tongue into Gideon’s mouth, the struggle for dominance brief before Gideon retreated, accepting Max’s penetration. He thrust into Gideon’s mouth, mimicking the fucking he’d be giving his ass soon.
Vision almost completely red, Max pulled back and turned to the sweet female beside him, her perfume flooding his brain. She was wet, probably drenching her panties, that sweet pussy juice slipping down her thighs. He took her mouth again, loving the blend of flavors on his tongue. Gideon pushed his hips forward, rubbing his cock against Max’s thigh, heat streaking from his leg to his dick, hard and fast.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he turned back, sealing his mouth to Gideon’s, needing to have them both. A heavy moan rumbled in Gideon’s throat as he sucked on Max’s tongue. Something in the sound triggered a moment of restraint and Max lifted his head, looking down. Mandy’s lips whispered down Gideon’s throat, her pink tongue slipping out and flicking across the slick skin.
Max pressed forward, needing to taste them together. He slipped his tongue up, sliding along Gideon’s neck, stroking Mandy’s tongue before she could retreat.
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brain. The wolf in his head howled and Max grabbed his lovers, needing their bodies against his, their presence comforting and arousing at the same time. He wasn’t sure who pulled away first but no one was going far—Max took Mandy’s mouth and Gideon kissed her neck, both males turning their attention on her. Her nails bit into Max’s arm, holding him in place.
“Naked.” He could barely make h
is lips form the word, his teeth were aching, stretching, ready to sink into their flesh. The sweet smell of Mandy’s cunt drugged him and he couldn’t think beyond tasting her, fucking her. “Now.”
He reached out, his tips of his fingers spiking out into claws. He grabbed the front of Mandy’s blouse and pulled, listening to the buttons pop and scatter across the hard wood floor. She gasped but didn’t retreat. Instead, she blinked and looked at him, her eyes filled with hunger.
He looked down, her pretty breasts straining the lace of her bra, the dusty pink of her nipples barely visible through the white material. For a moment, he expected a tirade, some protest. Instead her lips bent upward into a purely sexual smile. The shyness of the past two nights was gone and a wicked seductress took her place. Mandy stepped back and skimmed her hands up her sides, the perfectly manicured nails whispering across her skin. She stared at him, a wild, wicked woman, as she reached between her breasts and undid the front clasp of her bra. The sides split open, dragging across her nipples as she peeled back the edges.
“Damn.” Gideon’s whisper echoed the sentiment in his own brain. Mandy’s gaze flashed over at Gideon. A moment of insecurity flickered through her eyes but whatever she saw in his stare made it disappear.
She bit her lower lip—the action more seductive than fearful—and arched up, pushing away the blouse and bra, leaving her breasts bare. Max couldn’t hold back any longer. He dropped to his knees, inhaling the sweet scent of her cunt, loving her heat, knowing she was wet for him. The beast inside him snarled, wanting her pussy now, but Max held back. Soon he would be inside her but now he needed to taste.
Mandy held herself still. The change in Max was subtle as the creature returned. He didn’t turn into a slavering beast but she could tell he was no longer the lover from the two previous nights. Not only the red in his eyes but the strength in his hands, holding her almost too tight. He licked the low curve of her stomach, swirled his tongue around her bellybutton. The delicious caress sent tiny shock waves through her body, settling in her core. Max brushed away her hands, laving his tongue across her breast, sucking lightly on the nipple.
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