Publicly Exhibited [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“Maybe later,” he murmured licking her skin some more.

Then the two made patterns in yellow and chocolate over her belly. Now Willow laughed outright. “You’re making me a sticky mess and none of us is getting any ice cream.”

“Yes, enough foreplay, let’s get on with the main course,” said Cadfael, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder.

From her upside down position Willow noticed Rhion had brought the dessert and spoons with them though. She had plans for the men’s cocks and those treats. As soon as Cadfael put her down she said, “Now it’s my turn. You both get undressed and lie down.”

“Oh, bossy. If we don’t, will you put on stilettos and crack a whip?” teased Rhion.

“Maybe.”

She sat across their legs to keep them in place, making their cocks into ice cream cones with layers of lemon and chocolate.

“Hey, that’s cold,” complained Cadfael.

“Way too cold,” said Rhion.

“I don’t think so. It hasn’t diminished your erections at all.”

Finally she stopped because she knew there was far more ice cream on the two cocks than she could eat. So she spooned small amounts off and fed it to them, only sucking their cocks once she could get her mouth over them properly.

But once again they took control, grabbing her, and pulling her down over their bodies to suck and taste her breasts.

Cadfael left her in Rhion’s arms and began preparing her ass. Willow relaxed. This was what she wanted. Both her men inside her again.

The world was a crazy place. Her life was totally disorganized, her future unknown. But here, in this room, with these two men, she felt safe, wanted, loved, and protected. And she couldn’t wait for them to fuck her.

* * * *

Rhion seemed to have been waiting all night for this. He hadn’t consciously planned each step of the way, but bed had definitely featured in his thoughts as immediately following dinner. Although the games with the food had certainly been unexpected and arousing. But right now he wasn’t interested in showering off the sticky residue. All he wanted now was to fuck their woman. To claim her and have her understand she belonged to them and nothing and no one could ever change that.

He wondered what Cadfael was using to open her ass. Hopefully not ice cream. He wasn’t certain, but he thought likely that wouldn’t work. Anyway there was a pair of delightful breasts in front of him and they needed his undivided attention. From there he kissed Willow’s mouth. She was so sweet, her lips so soft and welcoming, yet her tongue danced with him in the ultimate passion as well.

He held her wrists so she couldn’t divert his attention, forcing them down to her sides as he kissed her nose, her eyebrows, her chin, her jawline, and finally her lips again.

Her mouth took his back with so much passion his dick jumped between them, and he longed to shove it inside her where it belonged. But not until Cadfael was ready. They were a partnership and each of them needed to play his role.

By the time Cadfael nodded to him, Rhion’s dick was killing him. He lifted Willow’s hips, held his cock at her entry, and wiggled inside. Willow gave him a wicked grin and slammed down on him, absorbing him to the hilt instantly, with a flood of wet heat that almost blew his mind. “Woman, you’ll be the death of me doing things like that.”

“You’ll be the death of me taking so long to get to the fun stuff.”

Rhion wrapped his arms over her back and parted her ass cheeks for Cadfael. His friend lined up his dick at her back door and began to wiggle closer and closer to them. Rhion kept a firm grip on Willow. If she pulled that stunt again, and slammed back on Cadfael, he’d likely die of lust. Of course Cadfael would possibly be dead from joy, but it would be much better if they all did this together, in a more measured way. Not that his brain was capable of thinking or planning right now. His dick was doing all the talking and it wanted to get fucking.

Once Cadfael was deep in her ass, Rhion moved his hands and held her hips. He really needed to feel some form of control over her. Already he was so desperate to come it was going to be hard to be patient and fuck her as she deserved. If she took over, then he’d come in the blink of an eye and she’d miss out on the best possible orgasm.

In and out they seesawed, Rhion concentrating on hitting her sweet spot, and teasing her clit. She was silent now, her eyes closed and her head resting on his chest. He could feel her heart pumping fast, as was his, and he loved the light tickle of her breath on his sweaty skin. Every now and then she exerted her feminine power over them both by tightening her internal muscles, squeezing his dick so hard he couldn’t move it, or twisting her hips in some unexpected way that sent his dick rotating inside her, driving them both wild.

He smiled. His brain was fried with lust. It was all he could do to keep control of his reactions and not come. But he wasn’t really in control. She was proving her power with every breath she took, driving him wild, helping him to go higher and higher when his intention had been only to give her pleasure.

And then she broke, her orgasm flooding his dick with her hot cream, her inner muscles milking him until his resistance died and he poured his cum into her cunt. Cadfael groaned loudly and he knew his friend had succumbed to her wiles as well.

He and Cadfael held her between them as they rolled over onto their sides and lay panting, yet still locked together. As his sweat started to cool he became aware again of how very sticky they all were.

“Time for a shower. I’ll go turn the water on.”

His bathroom was an ordinary one, but the water was hot, the towels plentiful, and he made sure there was all the soap and shampoo she could need sitting on the counter.

Once they were all clean, Cadfael took her in his arms and signaled to Rhion who held her as well. “Mate us, Willow. Marry us and be ours. We promise to look after you, and Hawthorne, forever,” said Cadfael.

“I love you, Willow. I’ll always love you and protect you. I told Cadfael when I first saw you that I knew you were a gift to us from the gods and I truly mean it,” said Rhion.

Before she opened her mouth he knew she was going to say no. “I love you both, too. But I can’t agree to anything until I know what will happen to Hawthorne and me. How can I agree to stay with you when Bailey might do something horrible to you, might even threaten the mall itself once he finds out where we are?”

“If he does attack us we’ll fight back. Legally, physically, whatever it takes. It’d be a privilege to protect you,” said Cadfael.

“I can’t do it. I won’t do it. I won’t endanger the livelihoods of so many people, people who welcomed me and my sister, and have been so kind to us. While he doesn’t know we’re here we’re safe and I’d love to be with you. But that might change at any time. So I won’t make a commitment.”

“Well fuck. We’ll just have to work harder to learn what his problem is,” said Cadfael.

“I agree.” Yes, Rhion agreed. But he didn’t have the faintest idea how to do it. They’d done everything they could think of and still had no solution. What if they never found the answer?

Willow’s life had settled into a steady pattern. Eilidh now slept back in her own apartment, although she regularly visited them for coffee and a chat, having become their best friend. They’d moved the furniture out of the room Eilidh had slept in, and the walls were now covered with notice boards on which were pinned the family histories of various werewolf clans. Sticky notes in a range of colors linked the families together around the room. And in the center of the room was a table and two chairs where Hawthorne and Willow worked, collating the data, updating the family trees, and writing endless e-mails to Wynn and Georgia to try to fill in the gaps.

Now that Willow and Hawthorne were managing the information, Georgia’s team had been freed up to interview people and they were trying to answer the questions that Willow and Hawthorne identified, while Wynn’s people continued to interview seniors.

Willow had been pleased to find out many werewolf communities had the equivalent of a retirement village area where seniors gathered, and that made interviews easier as the wolves’ memories sparked other thoughts and ideas from each other and links between families and communities were found. The senior citizens loved being interviewed and often contacted Willow or Hawthorne afterward to add information they’d remembered or followed up on themselves. The project was really coming to life and gaining its own momentum.

Willow leaned back in her chair. “It’s not the same as running around with samples to put in the oven or test in a fume cupboard, but it’s still research and I’m really enjoying this project.”

“Because it’s useful. With DNA testing far too often it was some woman trying to make a man pay child support, or the man trying to avoid paying child support. Here we have people vitally interested in learning about their family connections.”

“The word you used, ‘connections,’ is key. Almost all the werewolf communities are connected. Families are linked back and forth all over the place. Look at the pink sticky notes, or the green ones. They start over here, but there’s a smattering of them on almost every panel of the wall.”

“But there’s also more human input than I expected seeing. It wasn’t encouraged until very recently,” said Hawthorne.

“There’s always been people who knew about the wolves. Or maybe it’s just that people have always fallen in love.”

“So when are you going to marry Rhion and Cadfael? I mean mate. I don’t think polygamy is legal here just yet.” Hawthorne giggled.

“I can’t. Not until I know Bailey has lost interest in us. Well, in you, I suppose. I can’t risk him trying to harm these people who’ve been so good to us.”

“Do you think he’s still looking for me?”

Willow felt guilty that she’d spoiled Hawthorne’s happiness, but she answered honestly. “At the time you seemed to be the only thing he was interested in. Finding you. Getting you into that clinic. Sorry, the mental well-being center.” She let the sarcasm show through her last sentence. Mental well-being. What a joke. Hawthorne’s mental health was just fine, away from Bailey.

“Have either Cadfael or Rhion talked about Bailey lately?”

“No, mostly we talk about the mall or the genetics project.” Again, Willow felt a bit guilty. The last few nights they hadn’t actually talked about anything at all. The three of them had only been interested in getting naked and fucking. It seemed to her that the more she touched the men, the more she lay in bed with them, licking and sucking all their interesting flesh, the more she wanted and needed them. It was like a fire burning inside her. The moment one or the other of them knocked on the apartment door all she could think about was getting their cocks out of their pants and sliding them inside her. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass. Anywhere was good and both of them together was even better. Right now, here in the middle of the day, just talking about them with her sister was making her hot and needy.

Thank goodness she’d asked Eilidh to get her the pill. There was no way she wanted to use condoms with them. She craved the heat of their cum filling her, the knowledge of their claiming and possessing her. Feeling their seed in her body was an aphrodisiac in and of itself.

“I’ll make sure to ask tonight,” she promised.

“Wear the black dress. Give them a thrill,” suggested Hawthorne.

“All right. I will.”

* * * *

“Have you checked your Facebook page lately?” asked Hawthorne.

Willow looked up from the interview she was reading. “No, not really. It’s much too tempting to want to like something one of my friends has said.”

“Well check it now.”

Willow stared at Hawthorne but her sister’s head was bent. Her shoulders were tense though. Oh, fuck. Something was wrong. Just when they’d settled in here at the mall with worthwhile work to do and where Bailey couldn’t get them, something else had gone wrong.

Hastily she opened a new tab and brought up Facebook, logging into her account. She went straight to her wall where she found several messages from various people all saying much the same thing—“Check your messages, PM me, message me soon.”

That was when she looked at her messages. She’d only ever had a couple of messages, even now when she hadn’t been going to Facebook very often. Instead, there were more than a dozen messages waiting for her.

Once again they were all variations on the same thing. “Hawthorne’s boyfriend is trying to contact her. Have they split up? Bailey wants to talk to you. That sleazy PJ from your work has been asking everyone if they’ve seen you.”

And one from a good friend said, “Seriously, hun, ignore them all and just keep doing whatever you want.”

Willow felt sick. Bailey hadn’t forgotten them or decided to ignore them after all. He was actively hunting for them and using their friends to try to convince them to come out of hiding. It was no surprise to learn PJ was going to help Bailey. He probably believed Bailey’s story about being a very important person. But her friends were likely quite innocent, just thinking they were being helpful. She wouldn’t be able to answer her cell phone anymore in case one of her friends innocently gave Bailey information about where they were and that was going to be a huge nuisance.