Stanley, Gale - Spitfire [Southwest Shifter 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Good?
“Heat?” She looked up in shock. “When will it stop?”

“One more dose tomorrow and then on to phase two. I promise you’ll feel much better at that stage.”

Thank God!
There was an antidote, some remedy that would return her body to normal. “What’s phase two?” One hand slid over her belly to her cunt, and she trapped it between her thighs, trying to relieve the continuous ache.

“That’s when we make history. You and me, Ayala, partners in every way.”

A tingle of apprehension ran up her spine. “I don’t know, Roy,” she moaned. “I can’t do this for another hour, let alone a day.”

“Do what you’re doing, Ayala.” His eyes glittered. “Masturbate. It’ll help.”

Oh God.
What had she gotten herself into? Roy’s drugs made her crave a man’s touch, a hard cock flooding her with cum.
She couldn’t take much more.

All-consuming need sparked every nerve ending. Her fingers, slick with her fluids, slipped inside her soaked pussy, and she shivered as her walls contracted around them. It wasn’t enough.
Right now, s
he wanted, no, desperately needed Brady and Cade filling the empty void inside her.
Her womb tightened at the thought.

Her clit throbbed, wanting attention. Breathing hard, her fingers danced on the hard engorged button. Her own touch felt good, but Brady could make it feel so much better. She wanted his hot, wet mouth on her pussy, his tongue stroking her clit as Cade suckled her breasts. She panted like a dog, remembering the pleasure of having them both inside her at once. Her fingers moved faster. A moan escaped from her throat as she stoked an internal fire that threatened to combust and turn her to ash. So intense…So primal…She howled as her orgasm came in a wild explosion of overwhelming contractions. When her body stilled, she sprawled, completely spent. Somehow, she would get through the next few days, and then Roy would give her an antidote and she could get on with her life.

* * * *

Ayala woke during the night, feverish and achy with a feral need that made her wolf fierce and edgy. For a minute she didn’t know where she was, and then she remembered Roy carrying her through the dark labyrinth of the subbasement and putting her to bed in one of the small cell-like patient rooms. She’d been so exhausted, and the thought of covering her hypersensitive skin with clothes and going back to the condo was unbearable. She couldn’t even tolerate a sheet over her body. When Roy suggested she spend the night here, she had agreed.

She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the narrow bed. Priority number one was finding a toilet. Stumbling as she stood, she took a minute to let the dizziness pass, then, still naked, padded down the hall to the bathroom. The flesh between her thighs was rubbed raw but already healing and throbbing for more attention. Once outside the bathroom, she leaned back against the wall and stroked her pussy, trying to tamp down a growing arousal. Her vivid imagination supplied a soundtrack of Brady’s growls. Suddenly she froze. The growls were real, not just her imagination, and she followed them across the small elevator foyer to a locked door on the other side. There were wolves in there. She could hear them, smell them. She wanted to see them.

She’d seen keys in the exam room, and she ran back there to look. They were still there. A key ring sat on top of Roy’s clipboard. It held enough keys for the entire facility. Hoping one of them would unlock the mysterious room, she grabbed them and headed back.

She almost dropped the keys as she tried one after the other. The growls got louder the longer she stood there. Finally, a key inserted and turned. Ayala threw open the door, and her jaw dropped. A large, steel cage with two mating wolves filled most of the room. The male looked up at Ayala and snarled before going back to his crazed humping. Understanding broke through Ayala’s confusion and her heart pounded against her ribs. A clipboard hung on the wall, and Ayala took it down with shaky hands. Most of the medical jargon was gibberish to her, but one thing stood out, a page that charted seven doses of a drug.

Ayala let out a long moan.
Oh my God, phase two is impregnation.

* * * *

Brady woke dizzy and disoriented. His dream had been so real, he expected to look over and see Ayala sleeping next to him, her dark-tipped breasts rising and falling with every breath as she slept. Her legs parted and her sweet cunt wet and ready for him. God, he wanted to be inside her, hearing her panting moans as he fucked her.

He’d wanted her before, but now that he knew she was gone, the want had turned into an obsession. He thought about her all the time, during the day when he worked construction for Alex and at night as soon as he closed his eyes. She visited him in erotic dreams that woke him with wet spots on the sheets.

Ever since he’d blurted out his proposal for a triad, the idea had taken root in his mind and grown. Ayala was special. Whenever he felt lonely or unhappy, just seeing her lightened his mood. When she wasn’t around, he missed her and couldn’t wait to see her again. They’d all lost their families. Had he somehow ruined their chance to start a new one?

Guilt filled his gut with an unrelenting weight and unanswered questions plagued him. Did she leave because of him? Did he drive her away? He lay back on the pillow and threw an arm over his face. He was so lost in his thoughts it took a few seconds to register Cade’s presence in his room. He uncovered his eyes and saw his housemate’s green-gold eyes glittering in the dark.

“I couldn’t sleep either.” Cade approached the side of his bed. “Want some company?”

“Yeah.” Brady slid over to make room for his friend and lover.

Cade sat on the edge of the bed, a feral smile on his face. He trailed his fingers over Brady’s muscular thigh to the dark curls surrounding his half-flaccid penis and cupped Brady’s balls, squeezing lightly.

Goose bumps rose on Brady’s flesh, and his cock filled. Cade’s big, warm hand stroked his shaft to full arousal then left him wanting and growling in protest.

“You sound a little needy, big guy,” Cade murmured. He rubbed a thumb over an already tight nipple then fisted his own cock. “So am I. Want to fuck you.”

Brady drew in a harsh breath. “Yeah, I want that, too.” He lay back and drew up his knees. “Fuck me. Hard.”

Cade snatched the lube from the nightstand and knelt between Brady’s thighs. He warmed some lube in his palms and stroked it over his cock. Then leaning over for a kiss, he circled Brady’s entrance and slid a finger past the tight ring of muscle. Brady shuddered and lifted his hips. “More.”

A second finger joined the first, and Cade stretched him in preparation for the hard fucking he wanted.

“Don’t baby me, Cade,” Brady murmured. “I’m not a fucking virgin.”

Cade laughed. “My man is in a hurry.” Removing his fingers, he leaned over for a quick kiss and then shifted position. He pressed the engorged head of his cock to Brady’s slick hole and slid home in one hard thrust, burying himself balls deep.

Brady let out a grunt, then a groan of pleasure at the sensation of being filled. Sometimes even a wolf wanted to be dominated, and Cade was the man to do it. He relaxed, and Cade pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside Brady’s ass.

“More,” Brady begged.

Cade thrust in a steady rhythm, pounding Brady into the mattress. “Like this?” he grunted, fisting Brady’s cock and pumping.

“Fuck, yes!” Cade understood him better than any woman ever had. They knew each other so well, instinctively understood what the other needed. They were good together.

* * * *

Cade loved watching Brady’s face when he fucked him. His lover couldn’t hold back a thing. Every emotion showed on his face. He let his feelings out, too. It was great to feel free and trusting enough to show your feelings. He couldn’t do it when he was with Ayala. She always held a part of herself back and made it pretty clear that aside from his climax, she didn’t care what he was feeling.

Brady’s muscles clamped around his cock, and Cade pulled in a lungful of air. “You feel so damn good. And you look fucking amazing, all slicked up with sweat and pre-cum.” If his dick wasn’t already committed to an orgasm that was barreling down on him like a runaway freight train, he’d stop to lick every inch of his lover’s sculpted body.

Brady grunted out a laugh. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”

“Nope, just you.” It was no lie. He and Brady had something special between them. “You look pretty pleased with yourself.”

“Hey, who doesn’t like to get told they’re wanted?”

Cade scoffed at him. “Like you never hear that.”

“I don’t.”

“I’ll make sure you hear it more often.” Cade’s balls tightened, and an electric spark ran up his spine. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned.

Distantly, he heard Brady growl his name and explode in a burst of wet heat between them. Cade thrust inside him one more time and let go with his own release. He rode out the hot bursts of pleasure, unwilling to let them end. Finally he collapsed next to Brady in a mindless heap.

Spent and sated, they lay side by side.

* * * *

Brady grabbed his cell phone and left Cade snoring. Thank God he had Cade, but he still missed Ayala, and he couldn’t wait another day to talk to her. He went downstairs and called Roy’s number. New Mexico was two hours behind Philadelphia, so even though it was only five a.m. here, it was seven there, and Roy always got an early start.

A woman answered. “Hello.”

For a second he wasn’t sure he had the right number. “Is this Roy Granger’s office?”

“Yes.”

Not very professional.
“I’d like to talk to him.”

“So would I,” she drawled sarcastically.

A tingle
of
apprehension
ran along Brady’s
spine
.
“Can I leave a message?”

“No. I don’t work here anymore and I’m not getting paid to take messages. In fact, I’m packing up my stuff as we speak, but if you want to know where you can find him...” The irritating voice paused long enough to let the words sink in. “I’d bet money that right now Dr. Granger is probably fucking his new assistant.”

Slam!

A long furious growl rumbled up from Brady’s chest.
Son of a bitch. If that motherfucker put a hand on Ayala, I’ll kill him.

He took the stairs two at a time, ran into the bedroom, and shook Cade.

Cade rolled over and yawned. “What’s up?”

“Get the fuck up. We’re flying to Philadelphia today.”

Chapter Nine

Ayala sat against the headboard, her arms wrapped around her knees, arousal and panic battling for control of her body. Right now she felt like a cornered animal, and her wolf didn’t like it one bit.
Any threat primed her wolf for fighting or fleeing. As soon as she had opened that door, her inner beast knew it couldn’t fight two animals in a cage, but it had picked up on her stress, and the urge to escape took over. She’d run straight to the elevator and tried every key. None of them worked. Out of options, she had no choice but to wait for Roy. Only the scalpel under her pillow made her feel safer.

Unfortunately fear and anxiety did nothing to tamp down her arousal. There was only one remedy for being in heat, and she’d use the knife on herself before she let Roy touch her. He’d lied to her, used her, and she couldn’t get past that. How could she have been so stupid? Instead of seeing through his elegant façade, she’d let education and smooth talk blind her to what should have been painfully obvious. The man cared nothing for her as person. She was merely a means to the end.