The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “It’s too much trouble to search the trailer. Who knows where anything is in there now? I’ll be fine. These berries are delicious,” she said, scooping up another spoonful.

  Quinn decided to walk beside the golf buggy, eager for exercise after days cooped up in the car, but Rainer sat beside Wynter, and Quinn knew he was watching to make sure she was all right if they went over bumps. The few times the road had been potholed and rough, Quinn knew that’d caused her pain.

  But mostly he was hoping the Alpha would tell them what was going on. Who were the people in pickup? Were they friends of George? Or were they attacking Wynter? Did someone want her hurt even more than she already was?

  Chapter Six

  Having never lived with a pack, Wynter wasn’t really aware of the etiquette when meeting an Alpha. Since he had enormous power over the pack members, and since his people had been endlessly kind to her, she was ready to behave however he wanted her to. Although she hoped like hell it didn’t involve kneeling, as her leg was more than usually sore this morning.

  The Alpha was middle aged with a head full of pure-white hair and a face lined with authority. He remained seated in his office as they arrived, and the young man who’d escorted them pulled out a chair for Wynter to sit on, urging her gently to rest, then sliding an ottoman under her foot to raise her sore leg.

  She noticed both Quinn and Rainer remained standing until the Alpha waved them to chairs. The young man stood by the door, but the Alpha waved him out.

  “I’ll call if I need you.”

  Wynter wondered if the Alpha usually spoke with guests alone, or if he was going to tell them something private. Oh God! The clinic is still all right, isn’t it? The people there haven’t been harmed in any way?

  “I can feel your worry, Ms. Hall. Nothing bad has happened nor will it happen.”

  And with those words Wynter knew why he was the Alpha. Power spoke clearly through every syllable he uttered. The words he’d just said were a promise to her, and she believed them completely.

  “Now, you’ll want an update on the situation.”

  Wynter nodded, and she could feel Quinn and Rainer leaning forward with the need to know what was happening.

  “The young wolf driving the pickup is the same one who fled the Supreme Alpha’s pack shortly after Ms. Hall reported the e-mail she’d received from George Thorne, or an associate of his. He is currently residing in the local jail with a list of charges that should keep him there for some time. The Supreme is sending a couple of men down to ask him questions about his association with George Thorne. They were on an early morning flight. Likely they’ve already arrived. By the time you get back to Ohio tomorrow night, we should all be considerably wiser.”

  “What about the other men in the truck, sir?” asked Quinn.

  “They’re all in jail. The truck was stolen. I have someone looking into their histories to investigate whether or not they’re local bad boys or just friends of the wolf.”

  “Sir, why is George Thorne causing all this trouble? Is he connected with a crime syndicate? Is he a wolf?”

  Wynter bit her lip. She hoped the Alpha didn’t think she was implying being a wolf was a bad thing, because so far the wolves had been enormously helpful and supportive of her.

  “If he’s connected to criminals he’s hidden it very well. Sierra Bond, of Bailey and Bond, who’s one of the best young attorneys in America today, has searched everywhere to find out and has uncovered no links. As to his heritage, yes, he’s a werewolf shape-shifter, but he’s not welcome in any pack the Supreme has connections with. And that means most of the world. The Supreme is in close contact with the Supremes of Europe and Asia as well as ruling North and South America. As to why he’s unleashed this attack on the shape-shifter clinic no one has any idea. It may be that he’s just a vindictive young man, or it may be he has much deeper motives. We will be watching him. Rest assured of that.”

  Wow. Dr. Thorne did indeed have friends in high places. No wonder these people were treating her so well. Which reminded her… “Sir, I want to thank you for all you’ve done for me. For sending the policemen so very quickly yesterday and giving us a place to stay and a swimming pool and, just everything. I’m overwhelmed with the kindness and generosity of you all.”

  “Little one, this is a human world. The life of a shape-shifter is never easy, and yours, I think, has been harder than most lately. It’s a privilege to have someone swim in my pool who actually appreciates it. I only wish it was bigger and deeper so you could enjoy it even more. Swim and rest today, and may you travel safely and without incident tomorrow. The Supreme’s helicopter team are never more than fifteen minutes’ flight away from you on this journey. They will continue to watch over you until you’re safely at the clinic.”

  “Thank you.” Wynter understood the interview was over and stood up, wishing she could think of better words to express her appreciation. These people had made a new life possible for her. She owed them everything. “Thank you” seemed much too small a word to use. And as for a helicopter, with people watching over her, wow. That must be costing the Supreme a fortune. How could she ever hope to replay such mind-boggling generosity?

  But once again the Alpha seemed to read her mind.

  “You’re most welcome, little shark.”

  The young man was waiting at the front door of the house with the golf buggy. He handed Quinn a note. “The security team want to know what time you expect to leave tomorrow, the chef wants to know what Ms. Hall’s favorite foods are, and I’m instructed to offer you any help you need sorting or packing your equipment. Anything at all, please ask me.”

  Once again Wynter was almost in tears. Everyone was so kind, it was hard to understand why they cared about a nobody like her. A shark, not even a wolf. She could hardly wait to meet Dr. Oscar Thorne. He must be a true hero, not just to take her on as his patient, free of charge, but because these people respected him so highly.

  So why does George want to close the clinic down? If it’s doing so much good for shape-shifters and he’s a shape-shifter himself, why is he opposed to it? And why me? Is it simply coincidence? Oh! Perhaps he knows my father. I never thought of that before.

  * * * *

  Quinn led them straight back to Wynter’s big bed. He wanted plenty of time for their sex scene together, and to still leave time for a meal, packing, a long swim, and at least eight hours for them to sleep before the final day’s drive. He was disappointed he couldn’t provide the pink fluffy cuffs for her ankles and wrists, or the pink edible body paint from their game in the car, but they were all ideas for the future. He did find some clothes pins to use as nipple clamps, and some thin dishcloths to use as blindfolds and rope, plus some items from the kitchen to use on the asses of his subs, so all was not lost. He was just so grateful he’d brought lube and a butt plug with him.

  “If you don’t like what we’re doing you can call orange at any time, Wynter. And if you want us to stop you call red. Red totally stops the game, you understand. Orange just means we ease off what we’re doing at the time.”

  “I understand.”

  Quinn hoped she did. It was always hard the first time with a new sub who wasn’t aware of the possibilities of the BDSM genre. Add to that her damaged knee which meant he wasn’t about to roll her onto her front or put any pressure on her left leg at all. At least Rainer understood the genre. Quinn was really glad now that they’d had that session together in the dungeon. It meant he did have at least a bit of a feel for Rainer’s limitations and tastes.

  Quinn tied their hands together and blindfolded them. “Now I’m going to touch you with some things, and I want you to guess what they are. Don’t rush in before you’re certain, wait and be sure.”

  He went out to the kitchen and returned with an armload of things—a whisk, a wooden spoon, some cookie cutters in different shapes, a rolling pin, a pastry brush, and the clothes pins.

  Rainer was lying on his stomach, his bound hands ab
ove his head, his blindfolded eyes turned toward Wynter. Since the blindfold was only a thin dishcloth, even though Quinn had folded it three or four times, it was possible Rainer still had some vision. But Quinn wasn’t going to fuss about that. It was more the sensation of not being free to look and take in information through their eyes than complete blindness he was demonstrating anyway.

  Wynter was on her side, her left knee resting on top of her right one. It wasn’t going to be easy to double fuck her, but hopefully the endorphins from the orgasms he planned to give her would more than compensate for any extra pain from her knee. I can’t wait until she’s healed. Until she can walk and run and kneel and be free to do whatever she wants again without worrying whether it will hurt!

  Quinn put the toys on the bed beside him then picked up a cookie cutter and a rolling pin. The cookie cutter happened to be a snowman, but that was irrelevant. He placed it flat on Rainer’s ass and rolled the rolling pin over it a few times until the shape was clearly marked on Rainer’s skin, then he did the same, but a little more gently, to Wynter. Then he smacked Rainer’s ass with the rolling pin hard, three times, and Wynter’s ass once.

  Both of them wiggled, but he could tell they were happy wiggles.

  “What was that?” he asked.

  “A gingerbread man cookie cutter and a rolling pin,” said Wynter.

  “How did you know?” asked Rainer.

  “I can actually cook,” she said, her voice full of humor.

  “It was a snowman not a gingerbread man,” said Quinn, whacking her ass once with the wooden spoon, before whacking Rainer much harder four times.

  Next he tried the whisk, which neither of them guessed, although Wynter’s hesitant, “an egg beater” was close, followed by the pastry brush. He enjoyed stroking the bristles up and down their shoulders and over Wynter’s breast.

  Rainer instantly said, “A paint brush,” and Wynter didn’t correct him, but since Rainer was enjoying being paddled with the wooden spoon, Quinn did tell them the correct name.

  Finally he decided there’d been enough foreplay, and he got out the clothes pins. Carefully he clipped one onto each of Wynter’s breasts and told Rainer to roll over onto his back. Then he clipped pins to Rainer’s nipples and two more to his scrotum. That should keep the man’s attention on the games to come.

  He squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers and began to massage around Wynter’s rear entry. The tiny rosette twitched and shivered under his fingers as he gradually stretched the opening, softening her tissues and expanding the tight muscle ring.

  The butt plug he’d brought with him wasn’t a particularly large one, so he lubed it carefully then pressed it at her entry. She opened and let it in.

  Quinn climbed off the bed and washed his hands, then he removed their blindfolds and untied their hands. Rainer’d been very patient while Quinn worked on Wynter, and he deserved a reward.

  “You may take off her clothes pins and suck her nipples. Make sure the blood is circulating in them properly as you do.”

  Rainer nodded and did as he’d been ordered, wiggling down the bed to have his head in exactly the correct place, then licking and sucking his way all across her breasts before removing the pins and sucking the nipples and areolas into his mouth.

  Quinn watched as Wynter’s eyes closed and her mouth opened. Yes, she was enjoying that. Rainer had been thoughtful and considerate and pleased her well. Now it would be his turn.

  “Rainer, move so Wynter can suck your nipples.”

  Quinn watched as Rainer wiggled until his nipples were level with her mouth, thrusting his chest forward but keeping his legs back so he didn’t inadvertently kick her. Once again, the sub was silently showing his thoughtfulness and consideration. Rainer was a good man, a man anyone would be privileged to work with and to have as a friend and a sub.

  “Now it’s time for a real challenge. Kneel over her face so she can take the clothes pins off your scrotum and suck your balls. Just his balls, Wynter, not his cock.”

  Wynter nodded, and Rainer wiggled some more, finally crawling to the head of the bed and kneeling facing her, his balls directly over her mouth. It only took Wynter a matter of seconds to remove the final two clothes pins and suck first one ball, then the other, into her mouth.

  Good. Now it was time for the main scene. The fucking. At long last.

  * * * *

  Wynter was very aroused from all the teasing and play and the butt plug was driving her wild with the desire to be touched there, right now! One of the side effects of having moved so often as a child and teenager was that she’d had endless days sitting on the beach watching how young men treated the girls around them. More times than she could count she’d seen a young man convince a girl to disappear with him only to have him return a short time later bragging about how easy she’d been and sometimes even showing all his friends pictures of her on his cell phone.

  Consequently she’d had far fewer sexual experiences than the average twenty-four-year-old woman, and far fewer than Rainer and Quinn might expect from the way she’d been crazy with lust for them these past few days.

  Her only time of anal sex had been a disappointment to her. Both she and her boyfriend at the time had been very aroused when he’d penetrated her there. Unfortunately he’d come almost the moment he was fully inside her, leaving her to masturbate herself to completion after he’d fallen asleep. She knew that wouldn’t happen this time. Both Quinn and Rainer had placed her own satisfaction above theirs every time. Besides, with the two of them at once, she was very much afraid she’d been the one exploding into orgasm before they had any fun.

  “All right, Rainer, you take her cunt. Slide your lower leg underneath Wynter, and put her left leg on top of your upper leg,” instructed Quinn.

  It all sounded horribly complicated to Wynter, but it worked, and soon Rainer’s cock was spreading her cunt tissues wide as he slid inside her. He felt so good, filling her right up with hard man. She breathed in his scent, letting her nose press into his neck, loving the fresh, clean scent of him, a scent that enhanced their joining so much for her.

  Rainer’s body was glued to hers from pelvis to chest, and she relished the feeling of being surrounded by him, held by him, protected and cared for.

  Behind her she could feel Quinn settling on the bed, removing the butt plug, working a leg under their tangled bodies. Then she felt Quinn’s cock pressing at her rear entry, pushing hard, sliding in deep and deeper still, rousing all the nerve endings there and making her cunt flood with cream all over Rainer’s cock. Finally Quinn was resting hard against her spine, his body enclosing hers, his cock a rigid line against her sensitive tissues. He’d placed her left leg on the top of the pile of their limbs, keeping her body open wide enough for both of them to penetrate her, but having her knee where it wouldn’t get knocked. I always knew he was smart as well as caring.

  “Begin,” ordered Quinn, gripping her hips.

  About freaking time!

  Wynter wiggled one arm out of the tangled bodies and rested her hand against Rainer’s chest, feeling his heart pumping beneath his skin and hers. So sexy!

  He bent and pressed a soft and gentle kiss to her forehead, then withdrew his cock from her. As he was about to push back inside her, Quinn started to withdraw his cock from her ass.

  Oh! Wow! I hadn’t thought they’d do that!

  Wynter wanted to demand they slam into her, to scream at them to hurry up and start fucking her properly, to yell and rage and use her tongue and hands and feet to drive them as wild and unrestrained as she wanted to be. But her brain told her Quinn would just take it even slower if she did, to punish her. Her brain also told her that deferred pleasure is always the best kind. The longer she waited the higher she’d fly when she finally came. Just to show them she was still part of this fucking, though, she squeezed her internal muscles as hard as she could. She must have gotten it right because both men groaned and Quinn swatted her thigh with one hand.

 
; Wynter leaned her face on Rainer’s shoulder to hide her grin. At least they knew she was still awake and waiting for action now anyway!

  It seemed to her they took forever with their slow and steady pace, but she could feel every cell in her body awakening, tightening, becoming more and more aroused, and finally demanding a resolution from her. Frantically she wiggled her hips, only to have four large male hands grab her and hold her still.

  She pressed her face harder to Rainer’s shoulder and licked his sweaty skin. He was salty and tangy and damp, and that’s when she realized that Quinn’s skin against her back was wet and slippery, too. Both men were working hard to bring her to the ultimate peak of perfection so she could wait just a little longer for them to decide the time was perfect.

  They were so loving and giving, these men. Either of them could have forced her to do what they wanted. Hell, the way she felt about them they could have talked her into doing almost anything without trying very hard. But instead, they continued to put her first every time, all the time. She was fast falling in love with them, which was only to be expected with two such perfect men. Perfect in every way. Kind, considerate, fun to talk to, interested in her as a person, and damn good lovers. Only problem was in one more day they’d arrive at the clinic. She’d have her surgery, complete her rehabilitation, and never see them again. It was too devastating a scenario to think about. She had them now. She’d enjoy them now and cope with having to leave them when it happened.

  Wynter dug her fingernails into Rainer’s shoulders then pushed back as hard as she could onto Quinn’s cock. She followed that up by tightening her internal muscles with all her strength. She’d meant it to arouse them, but it backfired, arousing her so far she lost her control and splintered into a million sparkling fragments, her brain exploding with joy as her body shivered and shook in the best orgasm of her life. On and on it went, rolling over and over in waves like the surf at the beach. Again and again her body quivered and quaked as she came and came and came.