Extravagantly Loved [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  The men seemed to be exchanging signals behind her back. She wondered if they often joined together to fuck a woman. If she was just another in a long string of their joint conquests. Well, if she was, it was too bad. She planned to enjoy this evening to the fullest extent. It was rare for her to spend time with such good-looking men, and they had, so far at least, been considerate, caring, and good company. She planned to enjoy every minute of their time in the bedroom and if it was a one-off, at least she’d have an amazing memory of them.

  Hal picked her up and put her right in the middle of the bed. But instead of climbing over her, he spread her legs wide and rolled her over so she was on top, and his face was buried in her pussy. She groaned as he placed his rough work-hardened hands on the soft skin of her inner thighs, and then flicked his tongue over her clit. His fingers stroked and petted her inner thighs, as he licked up and down her seam, sucked her clit, and then thrust his tongue deep inside her cunt. She grabbed hold of his hair, planting her feet on the mattress and thrusting her pelvis up into his amazing mouth.

  “Fucking hell,” she murmured. The man had a fiendishly talented mouth.

  Hands spread her butt cheeks and her eyes snapped open to see Berian kneeling over her, a jar of that old stalwart, K-Y Jelly, in his hands.

  She wanted to make a smart remark, but her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth and her breathing was heavy with all the arousing things the two men were doing to her. Every now and then Hal lifted his mouth higher to lick a line across her belly, or dip his tongue into her belly button. Just when she thought she had her emotions under control Berian slid two fingers deep in her ass and began massaging the walls of her rear channel.

  “Fuck!”

  “Yes, we’ll be doing that soon. You’re not quite ready yet,” Hal said in his deep, sexy voice.

  “If you’re not careful I’ll come before either of you begin,” she replied, dragging the words from her brain with great difficulty.

  “That’s okay. We plan for you to have several orgasms tonight. That’ll just be the first of many.”

  Many orgasms. Fuck! She’d never come more than once in an evening before. And some of those times had been with her own fingers after her partner had rolled off her and gone to sleep. Many orgasms. She liked the sound of that even if it was impossible.

  Hal crawled up her body and began kissing her. His lips tasted of her own juices. She knew she’d been flooding him with her honey. The men’s actions were so erotic she was very wet. She’d licked her own fingers after she’d masturbated once, just out of curiosity, so she knew what she tasted like. But tasting herself on Hal’s lips was erotic beyond her wildest imagination.

  She thrust her tongue back into Hal’s mouth, tangling with his tongue and sucking on it, then sweeping hers behind his teeth, wanting all of him the way he had all of her. Berian had three fingers in her ass pumping them in and out. She was trying to formulate a coherent sentence, when he slapped her butt and said, “You’re ready.”

  Was she ever. She was a long way past ready and well on the road to exploding.

  Berian moved away from her and she opened her eyes again, to see him rolling on a condom. Hal gently moved her off him and he did the same. For a brief moment she felt cold, alone, rejected, and then they were both back. Hal settled himself with his head on the pillow and lifted her over his body.

  He held his cock and suddenly she wanted to touch him. She wished the latex wasn’t there so she could taste him, but she was too late. She slid up his body and settled over his hips, running her fingers along the swirls of the tribal tattoo, beginning at the outside and ending near his cock. She watched his eyes half close and glaze with lust. Yeah. She felt about like that, too.

  His cock was huge. She fed the first few inches into her cunt and had to pause to let her body adjust around him. For the first time she wondered how both of them were going to fit. Then she shrugged. Plenty of ménages had existed throughout history, and she knew they were becoming more common in shape-shifter communities. It had to work, so it would. She lifted her ass up off Hal’s pelvis, held his cock still, and drove her pussy down on it until she was sitting flat on him again. Wow! That was truly something. Her head pounded with adrenaline and her cunt filled with cream. He was huge and hot and filled her completely. Her channel was a bit tender, but her own honey would ensure he could fuck her smoothly. And he did feel mighty nice inside her.

  Before she could think any more, his huge arms pulled her flat over his body, holding her hard against him, and his legs wrapped around hers, pushing them wide apart. Then Berian’s cock was pressing against her ass. She puffed air out of her mouth, giving him the signal to thrust inside her and he did. Just as she’d done with her cunt, she rammed her ass back onto his cock, taking it as deep as possible in one move. And just as with Hal’s cock, there was a sensation of burning, followed by the magnificent feeling of possession and fullness. Fuck yes, they felt so good.

  “I don’t think our woman got the memo about taking it slowly.” Hal’s bass rumble was filled with laughter.

  Their woman? Was she really? Well, for tonight she was anyway.

  She wiggled between them, delighting in the sensations of two huge cocks inside her stretching her wide yet still contained inside her. When she twisted her hips the cocks moved to the walls of her channels, nudging her skin there. Fuck, it was carnal and like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Or seen on the porn movies her brother had dumped on her hard drive that summer.

  Two hands gripped her hips and the other two seized her waist, holding her still. “I decide when we move and the speed we move at,” said Berian sternly.

  Uh-huh. He might think that but she’d see how his plan went before committing to it.

  When both men withdrew from her together, her jaw dropped open in shock, but when they began to push back inside her again it slammed shut. Now she understood. She wanted to move, but the men held her much too tightly for her to even wiggle an inch. She relaxed back against their bodies, letting them do all the work for now. Janet flicked her tongue over Hal’s nipples, tasting first one, and then the other one. Then she gripped the tiny brown nubs between her teeth and tugged on them one after the after. He hissed at her, but made no attempt to pull his body away from hers. It seemed he liked it. That was good to know.

  Now that Berian was fucking her, he was using his legs and feet to balance himself and hold himself off her body so she wasn’t crushed. But that meant she had the use of her own legs and feet again. Carefully she bent one leg up and began stroking her foot up and down his calf, dragging her toes as she went. His calves were all hard muscle just like the rest of him, but he licked her spine, so she took that as acceptance and pleasure.

  But fucking hell. It was really hard to concentrate on anything except the men fucking her. She’d had no idea how all-consuming the power of two cocks pumping in and out of her would be. As they withdrew she felt a sharp sense of loss, then a glimmer of expectation. And as they pumped into her again a burst of pleasure and fulfillment roared through her. The faster they moved the faster the emotions raced through her body, until she was beyond thinking or planning or doing anything except accepting their love and devotion and their pounding cocks.

  The scent of man, sweat, and sex filled the air, overlaying the very faint mustiness that had been in the room. Her body was coated in sweat now, some of it hers, but most of it from the men as they pumped into her fast and hard, filling her totally then withdrawing only to fill her again.

  The orgasm inside her was all-consuming. It seemed as though every one of her myriad nerve endings was alight with need. Janet buried her fingers in Hal’s shoulders, waited until both men were deep inside her, then gripped them with every ounce of strength she had, holding them hard with her pussy and cunt muscles until she couldn’t hold them any longer and had to let go.

  Hal hissed at her as she gripped him. Berian groaned. But the moment she let go they pulled out and jackhammer
ed into her so deep and hard the climax burst through her body shattering her control and sending her spinning into release. For the first time in her life Janet screamed as she came, her legs thrashing, her fingers and toes curling up, and fireworks bursting in her head.

  Her entire body shook with her release and she noticed Hal whispering soothing words to her in his deep, sexy voice, in between pressing kisses to her forehead, but she was too far gone to understand what he was saying. Finally the climax eased back to ripples and both men began pumping again. This time they were fast and ragged and almost immediately she felt the bursts of heat in her cunt and in her ass that told her they’d been waiting for her to come before they let go themselves. True gentlemen to the last.

  “Fucking hell,” she mumbled, trying to catch her breath and swallow some saliva to soothe her throat.

  “That good, huh?” said Berian, kissing her ear.

  “Oh better. Much better. You lived up to the advertising.”

  * * * *

  Berian had helped Janet shower while Hal had collected towels for them all, and put fresh linens on all three beds. Hal hoped Janet might let them sleep with her, but decided it was better to be prepared in case she wouldn’t.

  They’d tucked her into the middle of the big bed, and by the time he’d showered after Berian she was asleep. He motioned to the other man to move out into the kitchen with him.

  “I need to go tell the Alpha what’s going on. If anyone from the pack sees a strange car here and lights on in the house they might be worried.”

  “You’re right. The last thing we need is people knocking on the bedroom door.”

  “I might be a while. He’s liable to want to know the full story.”

  “That’s fine. It’s best to have him on side in case we have to stay here for weeks or even months. It’s going to be a hell of a daily commute though if we’re doing it every day.”

  “While I’m gone, do you want to see what your Alpha thinks? Maybe he has a better idea where we can stay.”

  On the one hand, Hal was hoping the whole situation was solved really easily. But on the other, he’d just made love to an amazing woman and he wanted to see a lot more of her. And that’d only be possible if he was assigned to bodyguard her until she fell in love with him. He was more than halfway in love with her already. She was smart and intelligent, uncomplaining about all the things that had gone wrong in her world, and an amazing person to spend time with. He couldn’t bear the thought of being pushed out of her life so soon after meeting her. He knew there were lots more interesting parts of her to discover, both in her mind and in the bedroom.

  Hal dressed in jeans and a clean T-shirt, put his boots back on, and walked to the Alpha’s house. It was only a few minutes’ drive and less than ten minutes to walk, cutting across the fields. It was after ten, but not really all that late. At least, he didn’t expect the Alpha to be in bed yet. The kitchen door of the old farmhouse was open, and he could hear voices in the front room. He stopped in the doorway and saw the Alpha was talking to a teenage boy so he moved back away from the door to give them privacy.

  “Come in, Hal. James was just telling me there was a strange car outside your house. I assume you have a reason for visiting.”

  “Yes, sir, but it’s highly confidential and not something I want spoken of to anyone not on the pack lands.”

  The teenager scrambled to his feet, blushed a fiery red, and stuttered, “I didn’t see no car. I haven’t seen you. I don’t know nothing,” and ran out of the room.

  Hal grinned and then smothered it, making his face bland again, but the Alpha’s eyes were twinkling.

  “I think we can assume your secret is safe so far. Is this to do with the job I sent you on?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The Alpha waved Hal to a chair and Hal told him a brief version of the story. “So now we need somewhere to guard her where she’s safe and her brother is unable to attack her, yet she can get to and from her job easily. My house is very safe but it’s going to be a damn long daily commute.”

  “Tomorrow’s Thursday so you’ll only have to do it twice. By the time Monday rolls around you may have found a better place. You could move from hotel to hotel I suppose, but that will be exhausting. Has anyone said how long the court case will take?”

  “Not to me, but the nurse, Ay-lee, said DNA tests without a sample from the mother take longer. Maybe two weeks instead of one week. But even that might not be enough to get the court to act.”

  “That’s not a big help, is it? If anyone else sees that SUV outside your house I’ll tell them to stay away.”

  “Thank you, sir. We’ve hired two cars. The other one’s a white Ford.”

  Hal stood and the Alpha wished him well, so Hal left. Berian was going to try to find out where the rats had come from tomorrow. Maybe that would give them a clue. Or not. Hal sighed. Damn, he was tired and they’d need to be up early in the morning to get Janet safely to work.

  On the bright side, however, he and Berian had worked together with total confidence in each other to fuck their woman and it was the best sex he’d ever had in his life. Janet was a truly amazing person both in and out of bed. He was also really pleased he’d been assigned to work with Berian. He might still be the country cousin—he might always be the country cousin—but he was accepted and respected as a colleague and that was likely more than he really deserved from a professional trained as a security guard to a newbie.

  * * * *

  Berian drove them back to town the next morning, making sure he knew the route and could do it alone. He and Hal grinned at Janet sitting in the backseat surrounded by piles of paper muttering over a notebook. The woman was a machine when it came to working. It’d taken him hours to tabulate the data she’d given him, yet apparently it was normally something she did herself when business was quiet. Hell, he’d hate to have to help her when she was busy if that was “quiet.” Anyway, today that would all be Hal’s problem. He was going to follow up at the animal shelter about the rats, then meet with Cadfael, and then try to find them a small apartment not too far from the city but without close neighbors. He wasn’t at all sure such a thing existed, but it was his turn to run around the city while Hal guarded Janet in the office pretending to be an accounting intern.

  Hal had made them all brown-bag lunches, which freed Berian from having to return in the middle of the day.

  The vet tech who spoke to him sent him to several supply companies, none of whom had sold rats to anyone resembling Malcolm. Cadfael listened to his explanations, asked some piercing questions, but had no solutions for him regarding a place to stay. He did suggest talking to the security expert, Harry Harrison, if they needed help though. Berian typed his cell phone number into his contacts in case he needed it.

  Then Berian visited three different realtors and looked through an endless list of apartments but nothing was suitable. Apartments, by their very nature, tended to be in blocks with lots of neighbors, and endangering innocent people was not a good solution to their problem.

  Bearing in mind Janet’s fetish for healthy food, Berian bought three salmon, three large potatoes, green beans, and corn on the cob while he was at the mall, to cook for their dinner. He looked longingly at the sour cream to go on the potato, before deciding to buy it, too. After all, Janet didn’t have to eat it, and it did make a baked potato even more delicious than without it.

  While he was at Hanson Mall he considered changing over the cars, and then decided it was better to leave the white one as a secret weapon and continue using the SUV for now. So he moved the Ford to the back of the staff parking lot before driving the SUV to collect Janet and Hal from her work.

  He had to hide his grin when he arrived. Hal was typing quite fast, but he was only using his two index fingers. “I thought all schools taught typing these days,” he teased the farm boy.

  “I took shop. It got me out of all sorts of subjects I didn’t want to do, like art history, as well as typing.�
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  “Ah, Berian, you’re back. There’s a storeroom at the end of the hallway full of filing cabinets. Bring me back all these files please.”

  She handed him a list of company names. Then she pointed to a pile of file folders on the front of her desk. “Those ones can be filed. I’m done with them for now.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  He looked at Hal who was grinning at him. Well, he guessed he knew what Hal had been doing all day. Lucky him.

  By seven Berian was ready to go home. He’d filed a second lot of folders and his knees were aching from kneeling on them searching for stuff. Janet, however, looked like she was settled in for hours yet. It was time to call a halt to the program.

  “It’s after seven, Janet. We should leave now.”

  “Seven? Really? Oh, all right.”

  As she’d done the previous night she picked up her enormous purse and dropped a mass of files into it.

  Berian helped Hal tidy up the room, and then they returned to the car. This time he drove, reinforcing his knowledge of the route to take. Instead of watching out the window like last night, though, Janet was instantly pouring over her papers. That was okay. She could work until dinner was ready. Then he had a different kind of activity in mind for them all to play. His dick jumped and stretched inside his pants. She was an amazing woman. She seemed so ordinary until they started talking. As soon as she opened her mouth, no matter what the topic, her intelligence was evident. He wondered if that was something Malcolm had hated. Since he was just that little bit older than her, if she’d grasped concepts he didn’t understand that might have made him angry. Not that anger was any excuse for dishonoring his parents or taking their assets. But maybe it was one reason why he didn’t like his sister.