Publicly Exhibited [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 7

  “It’s amazing. I love it.”

  “Now we’re clean let’s go sit in the hot tub,” said Rhion.

  “What?”

  “We still have plenty of time before midnight. The bubbling water in the hot tub will be very relaxing for you,” said Cadfael.

  “But we’re naked.”

  “Exactly.”

  I’ve already had two orgasms tonight. Surely they don’t plan for me to have a third. Or do they?

  Chapter Six

  Rhion couldn’t get enough of Willow. His fingers itched to touch her. His palms ached to hold her. To cup those wonderful breasts again and tweak her nipples some more. Or to hold her pert little ass and massage the skin. His nose wanted to be buried in her sweet softness, so he could breathe in her wonderful womanly scent. And his dick ached to take her ass. Would she allow that? Could they fuck her together? Since she’d agreed to be here naked with them, did that mean she was ready to be theirs? Or was this a try-before-we-buy situation?

  On top of that was the whole human-werewolf issue. Seeing a werewolf had been the cause of all the women’s pain and anguish. It had dragged them from their home, their friends, their family, their work. Their entire safe, cozy lives. He and Cadfael had to tell Willow and Hawthorne the truth soon, before they felt lied to, misled, and abused. But was this the right time? And should they explain to both women together? Perhaps if they told them together they’d be able to support each other better.

  Rhion had turned the water on to fill the hot tub almost as soon as they’d entered the apartment, so the tub was more than half-full. At least the water level was above the outlets so he could turn the bubbles on, but he needed to leave the faucet open so the tub would continue to fill. He watched, hiding his smile, as Willow stared at the huge tub, walked around it, and then climbed the two steps up into it. Actually it was sunk well below the floor level, so the steps on the inside were much deeper than the ones on the outside. But she was very surefooted and well balanced. He couldn’t imagine her falling, although he’d have been happy to hold her hand if she hadn’t wanted to explore by herself.

  She turned her body sideways to the edge of the tub, stepping down onto the seat, then onto the base. “Wow. It’s deep. I never imagined it’d be this deep.”

  The water was above her waist, but fortunately the bubbles were frothing under her breasts, making them bounce and look very enticing, their pretty pinkness highlighted by the white froth from the water. She walked across to the far side of the hot tub, settling herself on the seat and leaning her head back so the bottom of her hair was floating around her face. Damn she looked lovely.

  He sat where he could see her without turning his head at all, content to fill his eyes, mind, and heart with the image of her resting there, naked for his pleasure, but at peace with herself as well. The gods had brought this woman to them. She was a gift from the gods to him and Cadfael, and he longed to make her fully theirs.

  He was surprised when she asked, “Tell me about how you met. How long have you been best friends? When did you decide to work together? And do you often share a woman?”

  “So many deep questions,” said Cadfael.

  Rhion left his Alpha to answer them. He’d join in later, once he saw what direction Cadfael planned to take. But he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. Willow was obviously an intelligent woman and she’d had plenty of time to think these past few days.

  “I’m sorry if that sounded rude or intrusive. But you both know all about me,” said Willow softly.

  “That’s true, and since we’ve already become close to each other, and hope to become even closer, it’s fair you should know more about us. As the person in charge of Hanson Mall and those who work here, there are some things I can’t talk about, you understand?” asked Cadfael.

  “Commercial in-confidence matters. I do understand. But I was hoping you’d tell me about you two as people.”

  “Where this mall now stands used to be a farm. We were both born to families who worked on the farm. It was a small, close-knit community, and a lot of the people who work here in the mall are descendents of the original farming group. When we were children, the owner of the farm talked to all the workers. A small farm couldn’t really complete against big conglomerates. Some farms have continued successfully by growing specialty products for niche markets. This group decided to build a mall. At that time there wasn’t another one anywhere nearby and they made sure to ask the owners of all the local stores to buy into the mall as well. It took quite a few years but the mall was built. Since then, it’s grown even farther with more parking provided, and the addition of the cinema, and other things,” said Cadfael.

  “So you were children together on the farm?” Willow asked.

  Rhion smiled. She was determined to learn about them and hadn’t been distracted or sidetracked by Cadfael’s polished speech.

  “Not exactly children together. Cadfael’s almost five years older than me, so we were never in the same grade. But during summer we were sometimes part of a large group of children who played together. A farm was a good place for a small boy to be. There were trees to climb, stacked hay bales to play on, plenty of land to run around on and kick or throw a ball. Sometimes the adults would give us rides on the tractor or other machinery. Summers were a lot of fun for anyone too young to be expected to help do the work,” said Rhion.

  They talked for a long time about vacations they’d enjoyed, and Rhion had already relaxed when Willow said, “Sometimes the simplest vacations are the best. That’s not to say that someday I wouldn’t like to travel, but more that I consider being with family and good friends the times I’m happiest.”

  “Me, too.” Rhion slid across the hot tub until he was in front of her. He lifted her onto his lap, giving her time to push him away if this wasn’t what she wanted, but she settled across his legs happily and smoothed her palms over his chest, brushing his nipples into hard little nubs. Under the soft flesh of her thighs his cock sat up and took notice.

  “So, Rhion, how often do you and Cadfael share a woman?” she asked softly, breathing the words into his ear as she played with his nipples.

  “Dammit, woman, you’ve got a one-track mind.”

  “As do you.” She slid a hand between their bodies and stroked his cock. Her touch electrified him and he was ready to come right then. But he forced himself to turn his head and look at Cadfael, letting the Alpha know he should answer the question.

  “Very rarely. It takes a very special kind of woman to be able to fulfill two men,” said Cadfael.

  Willow slid off his lap, leaving him achingly aroused, yet somehow lonely without her soft warmth in his arms. She turned to look directly at Cadfael. “What makes you think I can achieve this? Or am I just a stopgap until something better comes along?”

  “No. I want you.” Fuck etiquette. Rhion had to answer her himself.

  Cadfael stood up and Rhion knew this was going to be an important moment.

  “There is a secret we need to tell you. To tell you and Hawthorne. But you need to understand it’s not just our secret. It affects the lives and jobs of many other people as well. I hadn’t planned to tell you yet, because of the extra pressure it puts on you, pressure you don’t need right now, but it’s become obvious that if I don’t speak, that, too, will drive a wedge between us.”

  Willow moved to the back of the tub. She hunched down into the water until she was covered in bubbles right up to her neck. He thought she had wrapped her arms around her knees but wasn’t sure. Whatever she’d done, only her head was clearly visible. Her face was somber, her eyes a dark slate gray. But she nodded authoritatively. “Whatever you need to say, I can take it.”

  * * * *

  Willow had no idea what they were about to say. Her biggest fear was that they were working with Bailey Hamilton. But even if they were, they’d cared for her and protected her, and her sister, so she felt inclined to continue trusting them. Besides, what choice did she hav
e? She was naked, in Cadfael’s apartment—in his hot tub!—right now. She and Hawthorne couldn’t keep running forever. Sooner or later they’d be caught. If her life was about to unravel now, well, so be it.

  Cadfael climbed out of the hot tub and stood in the center of the bathroom, dripping water onto the tiled floor. “We both want you. You, Willow Cunliffe, no one else. Because we want you and trust you, we’re sharing this secret with you.”

  Willow watched him, but she didn’t understand why he’d distanced himself from her and Rhion. Did he think she’d attack him when he spoke? She was grateful for the help he’d given her. She might be angry and hurt if he was about to turn her over to Bailey, but her fight was with Bailey, not with these two men.

  Cadfael stood completely still and then he shimmered and—

  “Holy shit!” She jumped to her feet, splashing water everywhere, staring at the place where he’d been. On the damp tiles was a big black dog shaking his fur dry. No, not a dog. He was a werewolf the same as Hawthorne had seen. Excerpt Hawthorne’s one had been brown not black.

  Willow was entranced with the wolf. She stared at him, noting his big paws and strong legs. He looked muscular all over, rather like Cadfael in human form. His tail was long and straight, just as Hawthorne had described it. It definitely said “wolf” not “dog.” Willow sat on the side of the hot tub, still assessing the wolf. “Now I know why you believed Hawthorne. Do other people here know? Are you a wolf, too, Rhion?”

  “Some people know, and yes I am.”

  “Eilidh?”

  Rhion nodded.

  “Show me.”

  While Rhion climbed out of the hot tub and roughly toweled himself dry, Willow thought. Then everything clicked into place.

  “The original farm community was of werewolves, wasn’t it? But when you built the mall you needed humans to help staff it as well. So some of the people here are wolves, but there are others who you need to hide your identity from.”

  “You’re a mighty smart person, Willow. You’ve guessed correctly.” When he’d finished speaking Rhion dropped the towel onto the wet floor and transformed into a wolf. He was black like Cadfael, but just slightly shorter and his tail was thinner and shorter as well.

  “You transformed when I asked about you sharing a woman. Is this your way of telling me shape-shifters have multiple partners? That you don’t form monogamous relationships?”

  Cadfael shimmered and changed back into himself. Once in the tub, he lifted her off the edge and settled her on his lap, her face to his.

  “Not at all. Shape-shifter matings are for life. There’s no such thing as divorce. But over the past few generations fewer and fewer girls have been born until now there are no mates for many men. So we are now mating a human woman and sharing her. But it’s very hard to find a woman we can trust with our secret. Shape-shifters have always been persecuted.”

  Rhion climbed into the hot tub and sat beside them. “That’s another reason why we want to find out more about Bailey Hamilton. Firstly, because he harassed your sister, and second because it was her seeing a shape-shifter that caused him alarm.”

  “You know that Hawthorne and I work in genetics. Perhaps there’s something we could do to help you. With blood tests or DNA samples.”

  “We’ve already started trying to compile a family history to see how often human blood needs to be added to werewolf blood to maintain a fifty-fifty ratio of boys and girls. Some of our young people are interviewing our most senior citizens trying to put together family histories. We can talk about that later. Right now, something else has come up,” said Cadfael.

  Willow giggled. Something had indeed come up. It was thick and hard and was trying to find its way into her pussy. She wiggled until his cock was properly at her entry then sank down over him, absorbing his erection into her cunt. He was just as good as Rhion, stretching and filling her completely. Cadfael bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth licking and sucking on it, making her gasp with the intense sensations roaring through her body.

  Rhion sat behind her rubbing her back, stroking her spine, gradually petting her skin lower and lower until he’d parted her ass cheeks and was teasing her rosette.

  Willow gulped. Damn that felt good. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched her there. But then, it’d been a long time since she’d been in a relationship. Her parents’ deaths had totally absorbed her in the need to deal with their estate. She’d had to be the adult in the family to care for Hawthorne. Suddenly there’d been no time for anything but the house, Hawthorne, and her job.

  Now, however, with two men touching and teasing her skin, she was more than willing to think about sex again. And despite the two orgasms she’d already delighted in tonight, she was willing to go for a third.

  Deliberately she pushed back on Rhion’s finger, letting him know she was onboard with his thoughts. There was splashing behind her, but she couldn’t turn around to look, as Cadfael was holding both her breasts, licking and sucking the nipples, the areolas, and a whole lot of her flesh into his mouth. The suction was almost making her scream with desire. She wanted him to move his cock, to pound into her, but she understood that Rhion was about to join them and she had to wait for him.

  “I’ve never had two men at once,” she said.

  “It’s the best sex a woman can have. It’s extreme. Two men filling her until she can’t take anything more. I promise you the biggest orgasm ever,” said Rhion, licking the back of her neck. Then Cadfael lifted her out of the water, and balanced them on the side of the hot tub. Cadfael spread his legs wide apart, so Rhion could open her ass cheeks. He inserted a slippery finger inside her and began opening her up for his cock. He stroked the inside walls of her rear channel, teasing every nerve ending, until she couldn’t keep quiet.

  “Shit, Rhion. I need you in there. It’s too much. I’ll come before you even fuck me.”

  “I like the way you keep coating my cock with your hot cream,” said Cadfael, kissing her lips.

  “Are you hot, little one? Needy?” asked Cadfael, rubbing his finger on her clit.

  “Yes.” Willow wanted to push forward and force him to press harder on her clit, but if she did that she wouldn’t have as much pressure on her ass, and she desperately needed Rhion in there right now.

  “In that case, I believe we can get two more orgasms out of you. One now, and one when we fuck you.”

  “Whaaa—”

  Cadfael lowered his mouth to her breast again, licking, sucking, then biting her nipple, but his finger on her clit never stopped circling and tugging her hot little button.

  Behind her Rhion was driving his cock into her ass, forcing her channel to open for him, and burning like fire over a million hypersensitive nerve endings.

  “Oh!”

  Willow exploded into release, her cunt and ass grabbing hold of the two huge cocks filling her. She sagged between the two men, her body limp and shaking, yet still incredibly aroused.

  Her body was still completely relaxed when the men gripped her hips and Cadfael withdrew his cock from her. She opened her mouth to complain, then he began to push back inside and Rhion started to withdraw. She was fulfilled from her latest release, but even so, it only took her a few moments to work out that this was how they’d fuck her. One pushing in as the other withdrew. So there was always someone inside her, yet always movement as well. It was a strange feeling, but most definitely arousing, and her orgasm had never totally died down. It was still flickering deep in her core.

  Before long she was tightening her inner muscles pushing back onto Rhion and forward onto Cadfael. She threaded her fingers through Cadfael’s blue-black hair and gripped his scalp to give herself a little more leverage as she wiggled her hips and pushed down on the cocks. Faster and faster the men pounded into her but it wasn’t fast enough. The orgasm was teasing her. It was right there. Right there. Right—

  “Yes!”

  “Good girl.” Rhion slammed his cock deep inside he
r ass and filled her with his burning hot cum. His teeth locked on her earlobe and he bit down on it hard as he came, sending more aftershocks driving through her body.

  Cadfael pinched her clit and she screamed again, her pussy’s flowing cream mixing with the hot seed he was pouring into her cunt.

  Willow was so limp with her multiple releases, she let the men move her into the water and fill her ass with gel, then wash her all over. Her eyes were closed, and just breathing took all her strength right now.

  Rhion climbed out of the tub, and she forced herself to sit up and open her eyes, thinking likely it was time to get dried and dressed for the movie.

  “Hey, Quintana. How are you? Sorry to call you a bit late. Listen, have you still got that slinky, black, halter-top dress?”

  “Yeah, yeah, that’s the one.”

  “Can I come down and buy it right now?”

  “No, tomorrow’ll be too late. A friend needs to wear it tonight.”

  Willow watched as Rhion laughed. “Not quite, but sort of. I’m on the tenth floor. Ask Maelor to bring you up. That’s right. Sure. Thanks heaps.

  “I just caught her in time. She was locking the store.”

  “Why were you laughing?” asked Willow. She’d struggled to follow the one-sided conversation in her euphoric post-sex state.

  “She asked if I’d ripped my date’s clothes off.”

  “But you didn’t tell her my size,” protested Willow.

  “It’ll fit. The models in her store are right around your size,” said Rhion.

  “That’s true. They are,” added Cadfael.

  Willow was about to point out she’d been wearing sneakers, not the kind of shoes a person wore with a slinky, black, halter-top dress, but she figured she could always go barefoot. Unless the dress was too long, then no one would notice her shoes anyway. Oh, of course, they were supposed be alone in the theater.

  “Wait up. I thought you said we’d be alone in the theater. I don’t need a dress. My jeans will be fine.”