Moonrise (7 page)

“I want Trey and Michael!” She couldn’t help that she sounded like a little kid. It wasn’t because her voice was hoarse, either. She felt like an ill little girl, and she wanted her wolves. Her eyes began to tear up and suddenly she was angry. They shouldn’t have left her alone here.

The woman stopped walking and looked at her cautiously. “Honey, Trey and Michael have been taken to the council. They’ll contact you as soon as they can. They call every day asking after you.”

She began to shake. “What?”

The woman pursed her lips and glanced around almost frantically. “Oh dear. Oh my, then.”

Selene almost felt sorry for the older lady, but she was too busy fighting off a panic attack to worry about it. When the door opened and a large black-haired woman entered the room, the older lady began wringing her hands and jabbering so fast Selene could barely understand her.

“That’s okay then, Marie. Go finish dinner. I’ll take care of our guest.” Michelle walked casually toward Selene, smiling. “Hello, Selene. I’m Michelle. I’m the wolves’ doctor. How do you feel?”

Selene liked Michelle at once. She couldn’t have said why, but she did. Her big brown eyes were open and warm, and Selene knew this was a woman she could trust. She sniffed and took Michelle’s proffered hand, giving no argument when the doctor led her back to her room. “How long have I been here?”

“Only a few days. I’m sure you have other questions. Let’s get you back in bed and I’ll have a look at you while I explain everything.”

“What is the council?”

Michelle sighed and covered Selene’s cold legs with a thin sheet and a heavier blanket before taking her stethoscope from around her neck. “Michael and Trey murdered your attacker, sweetheart. The council is made of up our … judges. They’ll decide the boys’ punishments.”

A cold feeling of dread settled in the pit of her stomach. “Punishments! They saved my fucking life.”

“Open up, sweetie.”

But Selene was in no mood to be poked and prodded. She batted the doctor’s hand away. “Take me to them.”

“I can’t do that.”

“And I can’t let them die.”

“Selene, they’re not going to die for killing a murdering human in the defense of someone else. But the council will punish them, most likely. Not for the killing so much as getting involved in the first place and putting the pack in danger.”

“Danger! You can’t expect me to believe they think a single human is a danger to a town of shifters.” The thought was ridiculous.

“In danger of discovery.” The doctor’s voice was a little more impatient, and she backed away to lean against the wall, her frown firmly in place.

Selene sighed. She could understand what the doctor was saying, even if she didn’t like it. “What will happen to them?”

“I can’t know that. We simply have to sit tight and—”

“And let us tell you ourselves.”

Selene’s squeal of delight was more of a croak, but she jumped from the bed and flung herself at the two men, her relief palpable. “You’re here,” she said, over and over.

They stood in a circle of something magical, moving only to let the doctor leave the room. She couldn’t have said how many minutes passed before they pulled her gently from their necks and led her back to her bed. “Rest, sweetheart,” Trey said.

“I’m fine. I feel wonderful now.” She clasped their hands, her smile dimming. “Tell me what the council said. What they did.”

“It was a tricky start,” Michael told her. “At first they were furious. But after a few days of arguments, they came to believe that you really are our mate—though you’re human—and that we were within our rights to protect you as we would any member of the pack.”

She looked from one to the other. “So that’s it? You’re not to be punished?”

“We were fined, but the biggest punishment was having to leave you while you were so damaged.” Trey’s eyes still showed traces of his aggravation.

“Trey tried to leave and come back to you, but they restrained him. Michelle kept us updated on your progress.” Michael sat down on the bed, his face earnest. “We would never have left you if we’d had a choice, love.”

She knew that Trey’s restraint had probably been a violent physical encounter, but he was okay now, as was she. She let it go, unsure she really wanted to know anyway. They were here, and everything was fine. “Of course I know that.” She squeezed his hand. “So they’ve accepted me?”

“It’ll take a little time, but it will happen.” The determination in Trey’s eyes spoke volumes. They’d damn well better accept her.

“How do you feel, Selene?” Michael’s voice was low, his eyes understanding. “About … you do know we killed him?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m glad he’s gone. I’m … I don’t know. I haven’t sorted it all out yet.” She was still hazy from the drugs, and tired as a baby. Maybe now she could sleep a natural sleep, nestled between her men. “I just want to go home.”

They smiled, together. “Then that’s where we’ll go.”

It was time to heal.

Two years later…

“I don’t care how old you are. The only way you’re going to find out my age is to pry it from my cold, dead … brain.”

She squealed when Michael tackled her, her laughter splitting the still air. When he was on top of her and she couldn’t get away he ran his long fingers over her bare ribs. “Tell me!”

The cool grass stuck in places she’d rather not have it stick, but she grinned up at the irrepressible man tickling her. “Nope.”

“Selene, come on. I just want to know.”

“You don’t need to know, honey. Sorry, but I’m not saying.”

He lowered his mouth to hers and gave her a quick kiss. “Then I guess I’ll just have to spank it out of you.”

She widened her eyes in mock horror. “Oh no! Not that!”

They wrestled for the five seconds it took him to flip her to her stomach. He straddled her back, his knees keeping his weight off her. He faced her ass, and she sighed when he began to caress her cheeks.

“Oh, the pain,” she mocked. “I’m not sure I can take it.”

He laughed, and then slapped her bare bottom, his fingers lingering. “Ah, Selene. What did I ever do without you?”

“What did either of us do without her?”

Immediately her body tightened as Trey’s deep voice floated to her ears. “Trey! So glad you could join us. Michael needs a firm hand.”

“Oh yes?”

“Uh-huh. He’s being very, very naughty.”

It never changed. Never. The love, the playfulness, the enjoyment they got from each other, it was as fresh and good now—better, even—as it had been in the beginning when their love was new.

“Where,” Trey asked, “should I put my firm hand?”

She heard a zipper slide down as he began to undress. She shivered and took a deep breath, closing her eyes at the perfection of the warm sun, the scent of the grass, and the knowledge that the two men she loved most in the world were with her. Forever. “Where do you want to put it?”

She felt Trey pulling her legs apart, then kneeling between them. There was a pause as he leaned forward and she heard him kiss Michael. She struggled to turn over, but of course they weren’t having that.

“I want my kiss, too,” she said.

“I was just about to give you a kiss, Ms. Impatient,” Trey said, and Michael moved off her. But before she could turn around, Trey put his hands under her pelvis and lifted her until she was resting with her knees under her, her ass in the air.

She nestled her face on her arms, sighing as the grass tickled her breasts. These two men were—

She squealed and jumped when she felt a pair of moist lips plant a very deep kiss on her pussy. “Trey!”

“You wanted a kiss. I like to give you what you want.”

“You always give me what I want.” Even when I don’t really know what that is. She buried her hot face in the grass and squirmed, shyness, even after all this time, making her blush.

The air wafted gently over her body as an evening summer breeze began to blow, and the sun began to slip away. It was going to storm, and she could feel it coming.

The last couple of years had been perfect for Moonrise. Steadily the humans had trickled out, and slowly but surely it was becoming even more a town of shifters and other nonhuman beings.

There were a few humans, who, like Selene, were here for a reason. Human visitors who found themselves for one reason or another in the strange town with the strange name were quickly discouraged. The hotel was abandoned and without it, there were no places for visitors to stay.

The freedom the shifters had in the little town was unheard of, and they reveled in it. Where else could one cast off his or her clothing and romp on the forest floor, wild and happy?

She relaxed and let her men take care of her.

This was no time for guilt or inhibitions or embarrassment. This was paradise, and with each passing day she learned better how to appreciate it.

Her scars or imperfections mattered not at all. Trey and Michael loved her, and were as much a part of her as she was them.

Trey turned her over and she lay on her back smiling up at the sky as he knelt between her thighs.

Michael stretched out beside her and ran his thumb over her nipples, taking one in his mouth when it stiffened beneath his touch.

Trey slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy, then lowered his head and licked her almost playfully. He slid his fingers in and out of her pussy, and she arched her back, crying out as the pleasure began to build.

Michael pushed his big warm hand over her throat to bury his fingers in her hair, and touched his lips to hers. She had both of their mouths, and knew sex, life, and love would never be better than it was at this moment. It couldn’t possibly get better. Yet somehow, it always did.

Her orgasm came as it always did, thundering through her, taking her by surprise, overwhelming her with a few seconds of complete, numbing bliss.

When the tremors of her climax had faded, she pushed Michael away and sat up, smiling. “My turn.” She scooted away from Trey. “Lie down, boys. Let me take care of you.”

She had gradually learned to take charge and make demands. Her confidence in her ability to give them as much pleasure as they gave her had grown enormously. She pleased them. She made them so very hot, and there was nothing sweeter than that knowledge.

The men lay side by side, and she sat on the cool grass staring, getting her fill of their sexy, hard bodies. “You’re mine,” she said, and even she heard the wonder and gratitude in her voice. “Mine.”

They smiled at her and Trey slid his hand toward Michael, taking the other man’s fingers in his. “Yes, baby. We are.”

“Forever,” Michael said.

It was a routine of sorts with them, and one of which she never tired. Maybe she wouldn’t need such reassurances for long, but it didn’t matter. While she did, they were happy to oblige her.

She knelt between their bodies and put one hand on Michael’s leg and one hand on Trey’s, and inched her way with tormenting slowness up their big thighs. They both groaned, and she couldn’t help but grin.

She did so love having this effect on them.

She stopped with her fingertips just touching their balls, then when she could no longer resist she cupped the heavy sacs and caressed them, squeezing gently.

“So good,” she murmured. Satin skin over iron-hard muscles, perfect shapes and textures that caught her artist’s eye and her woman’s heart and made her shiver with pure delight.

She took two equally impressive erections in her hands and scooted a little farther up so she could bend to take Trey’s cock into her mouth.

His taste was incredible, like something wild and wonderful and smooth, and she moaned as she sucked him. It was as though something inside her craved his taste, craved the feel of him in her mouth just as her pussy craved him there.

At the thought of him thrusting inside her she clenched her thighs and had to force her impatient and greedy self not to lie down and beg them to give her what she wanted.

As they played, the sun dimmed and she looked into the sky to see the moon rise with Trey and Michael. She took her stare off the fat silver orb to watch the men release their wolves for a brief, irresistible moment before they pushed them back inside.

Later, when they lay sated and happy on the cool ground and she was well satisfied, they’d free the beasts to run wild into the night.

“Happily ever after,” she whispered.

“I’m feeling neglected,” Michael said, and hooked his hand around the back of her head to pull her toward his cock.

She grinned. Whimsy later. Right now she was a little busy.

Michael thrust into her mouth as Trey watched, his moans urging her on. She felt Trey take her hand and guide it to his dick as she sucked Michael, and she moved her hand with the same rhythm as her mouth, pleasuring them both.

Both men made her stop at the exact same time. Michael pulled his cock from her mouth and Trey squeezed her hand beneath his, as though if she moved he would lose control and come on the ground.

She sat back, her body heavy with desire. “You both are so close to the edge tonight.”

“You make us that way, Selene.” Trey’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine, and she lost her breath at the promise in his eyes.

“You know what I want, what I like,” she said. “Show me.”

Michael didn’t hesitate. He threw himself at Trey, and they crashed backward to the ground, not even a little restraint in their touches. They could be as rough as they wanted with each other, but she knew they always held back just a little with her.

But maybe that would change someday, when and if they thought she could survive the bite. If Trey would have allowed it, had been a little less afraid of the risks, she would have let him bite her months ago. But he always refused. She could die if she wasn’t strong enough to change.

None of them wanted that. Still … someday, she would become a wolf. She would.

Her heart pumped with excitement as she watched them. Watching them together never failed to take her to a whole new level. Trey kissed Michael with a hard wildness that lit a fire of need inside her, and she could barely restrain herself from jumping into the middle of them.