Triple Dog Dare [Triple Trouble 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

He chuckled. “Hold on, baby. Just a second.” She heard him squirt more lube out, then felt the cool sensation of it against her stretched ass.

The emptiness was quickly filled by the head of his cock. She tried to press back against him, but he put a hand in the middle of her back, holding her flat against Ain.

“No, just let me drive,” Brodey said. He took his time, frustrating her as the pinch quickly turned into a pleasant fullness.

She whined against Cail’s cock, making him twitch in her mouth. He grabbed her head and forced her to hold still. His voice sounded tight, strained. “Wait a minute, baby. I need to hold back or I’m going to explode.”

Brodey slowly started moving, pausing to add even more lube before he sat up, grabbed her hips, and started fucking her.

He let her move, and she let out a loud moan as the extra fullness in her ass pressed Ain’s cock straight against her G-spot.

Ain let out a grunt. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said. He pinched her nipples, and she cried out as the sensation released her first orgasm.

Cail groaned and started fucking her mouth with his cock. All she could do was moan around him as he easily slid deep into her throat with each stroke. Brodey and Ain found a rhythm and all she could do was hold on for the ride as their cocks fucked and stretched her, pulling more pleasure from her body.

It felt like white heat engulfed her clit as she let go and moaned again. Her mind seemed to step outside her body. For a brief second, she saw herself kneeling on her hands and knees, pregnant but begging Cail to fuck her senseless. Then the feel of Brodey’s balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her slammed her mind back into her head. The sound of her sucking filled the room, accompanied by her men’s groans as they each tried to catch up with her.

“I’m close,” Ain said through gritted teeth.

“Don’t wait on me,” Brodey said.

She felt Ain’s cock explode inside her first, triggering yet another spasm in her clit. Then Cail’s cock hardened and his balls emptied, filling her mouth with his tangy juices. She hungrily moaned, eager to swallow every drop as she tried to fuck Ain and Brodey.

Brodey dug his fingers in the way she loved and fucked her, hard, until she felt his cock shoot his cum deep inside her. The last remnants of her own climax still tingled inside her clit as they all fell still onto the bed.

Ain spoke first, his voice sounding nervous. “Are you okay?”

She giggled, too sated and tired to speak. She nipped his arm, which had ended up close to her mouth.

“Ow,” he said, but she heard the smile in his voice. “I think that’s a yes.”

She winced as Brodey carefully withdrew. Closing her eyes, she felt the mattress move and heard him turn on the bathroom light. She heard water running in the sink. Then he returned a minute later and she felt him wiping her with a wet washcloth.

“Mmm.” She felt cared for. Loved.

Thoroughly fucked and owned.

She giggled again.

“I think that’s a good sign,” Cail said as he stretched out next to her.

“Mmm hmm.”

Brodey kissed first one ass cheek, then the other. She heard him return to the bathroom briefly, then turn the light off, and the mattress dipped again.

She wasn’t about to move from where she was draped over Ain’s body, his soft cock still embedded inside her.

Brodey stretched out on their other side and rested his hand on the small of her back. “Good night, sweetie.”

“Mmm.” Elain crashed into sleep.

Daniel looked up at the sound of the knock on his door. “Pet, is everything ready?” he called out.

He heard her reply from the kitchen. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

“Good girl.” He walked to the front door and answered it. Three men stood there, the first nearly seven feet tall, broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair and darkly tanned skin. His golden eyes peered down at Daniel.

Daniel stuck out his hand. “Ortega Montalvo?”

The man slowly smiled and engulfed Daniel’s hand with his huge one. “Daniel Blackestone?” His accented English richly rolled from his mouth.

“Please, come in,” Daniel said.

The jaguar glided in, followed by his two stony-faced men. “These are my brothers, Ricardo and Juan,” he said. Each man offered Daniel a brief smile as they shook hands with him before their faces returned to their previous hard expressions. While Ortega was the tallest, the other two brothers, who strongly resembled their older brother, were nearly as large. They all wore neatly pressed slacks and spotless, button-up, long-sleeved shirts that accentuated their lithe muscles.

Once the four men were seated in the living room, and Callie was introduced to them and had brought them all drinks and appetizers, Daniel didn’t waste any more time. “The Clan Council meeting is tomorrow. I understand you have a vested interest in being there.”

Ortega nodded. “I do. I have talked with Jocko, and he assures me your view on the Abernathys is identical to ours. I do understand your position and how you must…as you say, keep appearances. Protocols.”

Daniel nodded. “Glad we’re on the same page. I would like to propose a formal partnership.” He detailed what had happened with the dragons and cockatrice, as well as Abernathy’s suspected involvement in some of it, but left out the parts about the Tablet. “I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I’m hoping I can rule against Abernathy without any problem. But if I have to rule in his favor on one or both of those counts—”

“We will be more than happy to step in and assist, as it were.” Ortega smiled, exposing a row of white, even teeth. If he was this terrifying as a human, Daniel imagined he could induce britches-shitting horror in a person when he was shifted. “That way, your Clan is off the hook.”

“Exactly. In return, we will include you in everything regarding the cockatrice. And lend you any help you need in your territory.”

Ortega nodded after glancing at his brothers. He picked at the crease in his slacks before looking back up at Daniel. “It is true what we’ve heard about the Tablet of Trammel?”

Daniel glanced at Callie before returning his attention to the jaguar. “I don’t know. What have you heard about it?”

He settled back in his chair, his massive arms crossed over his chest. “That the cockatrice want it. That they, possibly working in conjunction with the Abernathys, are the ones who killed Bertholde? Bertholde was a great friend to our Clan. She was well loved by many of our kind.” His expression darkened. “We take it personally that she was killed.”

Daniel glanced at Callie again. She sent him a long, single blink. Their cue that he could confide in the jaguar.

He returned his attention to Ortega. “Needless to say, this information does not leave this room.”

Ortega looked to each of his brothers in turn, who nodded. Then back to Daniel. “Yes. Absolutely. You have our word.”

Daniel went back and amended his earlier story to Ortega. This time when he finished, the jaguar silently sat for a long time, his gaze on the floor, his jaw working for several minutes. Eventually, he looked back up at Daniel. “You are a keeper of the Tablet again, aren’t you?”

Daniel nodded.

Ortega slowly nodded. “My grandfather was killed by the cockatrice. Fucking bastards. He went with goodwill to talk with them at their request. To negotiate. They had declared a truce. They murdered him and left his body in the middle of a muddy road like he was trash. They shot him in the back. That was ninety-six years ago, and we never caught the bastards.”

“My parents were killed by them. Believe me, I understand your pain.”

Ortega briskly nodded. “I am sick of these…things. Wolves, dragons, bears, many cats. All the other races. Even the vampires, for crying out loud, as you say in English. For eons we have coexisted, mostly with no ill will. Or, at least, live and let live. With extremely few exceptions. We all have in common that we don’t wish our secrets to get out and we leave each other alone. These cockatrice bastards have no honor. They kill women and children without remorse. They are filth.”

“Preaching to the choir, mister,” Daniel said.

“This Abernathy. He is not much better than the cockatrice.”

“Agreed.”

Ortega nodded. “You have our support and brotherhood.” He extended a meaty hand to Daniel, who shook with him. “Tell us what you would like us to do tomorrow.”

Daniel stood with a smile. “Let’s talk about it while we eat. Callie’s laid out a huge spread. I hope you like turkey.”

Ortega and his brothers all stood. He smiled. “It smells wonderful. My stomach has been grumbling since I walked in the door.”

* * * *

After dinner, they reconvened in the living room. Ricardo and Juan had opened up between the huge dinner and three bottles of Riesling shared between them. Daniel found them chatty, funny, and best of all, as detesting of the cockatrice and the Abernathys as their older brother.

“I suppose killing this man is not a viable option?” Ortega asked.

Daniel laughed. “He’d be dead already if it were.”

“That’s for sure,” Callie snarked from where she was perched on the arm of Daniel’s chair.

“I am not in the loop, as you say, for all things in this country. I do, however, hear a lot of rumors at Gatherings and from cousins and other families. Rodolfo Abernathy has a bad reputation among many. My experience with him was very typical. Explain to me why, exactly, killing him is not an option, please.”

Daniel’s smile held little humor. “Believe me, it has nothing to do with desire. But we have protocols to follow. We can’t have him end up dead in our Clan compound after we’ve had a go-round with him.”

“But if he were to end up dead some other time and place?”

“We certainly wouldn’t miss him. I don’t want our Clan involved in those kinds of rumors though. The last thing I want is to develop that kind of reputation. Our Clan has done a lot over the past couple of centuries to help maintain peace between not only our Clan and race, but other Clans and other shifter races. I personally have friends who are dragons, bears, and cougars, not just wolves.”

Ortega templed his fingers in front of him in contemplation. “But,” he slowly said, “no one would mourn Abernathy’s passing?”

“No. Especially if it looked like an unfortunate accident,” Daniel said.

Ortega nodded. “Good.” He smiled again. “Tomorrow should be interesting.”

“We have a slight change of plans,” Daniel said as he walked into Lacey’s dining room. “That was Andel Wattersson. He has a new lead on the cockatrice.” He handed Kael a piece of paper. “They’re about ten miles outside of Bangor, to the north and a little east, if the information’s correct.”

“Let’s go,” Lina said.

Jan grabbed her arm as she bounced up from her seat at the dining room table. “Calm down, lovely. I don’t know if you should be going anywhere in this condition.”

“You want to try rephrasing that?” Lina snapped at him.

Lacey laughed. “Jan, don’t worry. You’ll have more trouble on your hands if you try to keep her here.”

Rick looked at a map on his phone. “I don’t know if we can make it there and back before the Council meeting.” He looked at Daniel. “What should we do?”

“You should go,” Elain said. “Seriously. If you have a chance to get these fuckers, do it.” She realized what she said and looked at Ain, who only shook his head and laughed.

Lina looked worried. “You sure?”

“It’s okay,” Daniel said. “I’ll send Callie with you all after the cockatrice. The Montalvo brothers will be here any minute to go over final details. When we’re done at the Council meeting, I’ll call you, and if you’re still there and need us, we can all head on up there for backup.”

Zack pretended to hold up a rifle and imitated Elmer Fudd. “Kill da cockatwice…kill da cockatwice”

“That’s horrible,” Lina said as she laughed. “You’ll make me wet myself.”

The doorbell rang, interrupting them. Lacey went to answer it and returned a moment later followed by Ortega Montalvo and his brothers.

Ortega broadly smiled when he spotted Liam, who stood to greet him. “Liam!” The men embraced. “It is very good to see you here,” Ortega said.

“It’s good to see ye, too, Ortega.” He indicated Elain and Carla. “This is my daughter, Elain, and her mum, Carla Taylor.”

Ortega looked a little confused. “But I thought your mate died.”

“She did. This is Elain’s adopted mom.”

“Ah. Congratulations, my friend!”

Liam laughed. “No, she raised Elain. My mate and Carla were friends.”

“Ah! I understand now. My apologies.”

“Don’t worry,” Elain snarked. “It’s gotten pretty confusing around here the past few weeks.”

With introductions out of the way, Daniel detailed his plan to the others with Ortega contributing where needed. Should it be necessary to rule against Elain or Mai, the Montalvos would then bring their own challenge of an honor debt against Abernathy. Of course, Abernathy would reject the claim due to not being a member of that Clan. Daniel would rule that since Mai and Elain were of their Clan, they could be used as collateral for the honor debt and Ortega Montalvo and his brothers would immediately take custody of the two women and whisk them away to a safe house.