Tightly Held [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 9

  Behind her Ethan slid his leg under her leg and Nolan’s, making his the base of the pile, and lifted her upper leg again, adding his top leg over Nolan’s but under hers. And then he thrust his cock deep into her ass. As always, with one man inside her she was full. But with two she was stretched utterly, completely possessed, but she felt so at home, so loved and protected, tightly held inside the arms of her men.

  Nolan powered deeper into her, and only then did she realize he hadn’t been fully inside her yet. The surprise move was doubly erotic because it was so unexpected. She wondered how many other new tricks they had to try out on her.

  She wiggled her shoulder and pushed her underneath arm until it was around Nolan’s back, and with her upper arm she stretched backward and rested the back of her hand on Ethan’s back. Now they were held together by her as well as inside her. She liked the image of that, the three of them completely united as one.

  Meanwhile the two men had set up a harsh seesaw motion of one withdrawing as the other pushed inside her. She’d thought the two of them fucking her in unison was powerful, but this method was damn carnal as well. One of them was always entering her, pushing deeper, claiming her, as the other moved out. Their hands held her firmly between them and the scent of their sweat and the sex itself was starting to permeate the air of her bedroom. She decided that was her favorite smell. The smell of her men making love to her.

  Georgia tried to grip their cocks with her cunt and ass muscles, but this kind of fucking made it really hard to do. She had to get them at the exact moment when they were both halfway. So she concentrated on stroking her hands up and down their spines, loving the feeling of their strong muscular frames and sturdy bones. Damn they were pretty to look at and touch.

  But her brain was frying with the orgasm rising inside her. She’d been ready to explode when they began fucking her. Every additional minute simply added to her need to come.

  Once again she’d forgotten to get a pillow to muffle her need to scream. Instead she leaned forward and filled her mouth with the salty, tangy flesh of Nolan’s shoulder. She’d have to be careful not to bite him, but at least she wouldn’t have the neighbors pounding on her door wanting to know what was happening. Of course, some of them might guess!

  Ethan and Nolan powered in and out of her, first one filling her completely and then the other possessing her body as the first one withdrew. Over and over again, the two men thrust deep and hard, touching every inch of her sensitive channels, until her whole body was alight with nervous energy, the orgasm in her belly clawing at her skin, demanding to be let out.

  And still they pumped into her, alternately filling and retreating, always one of them owning her as the other regrouped and then possessed her in his turn. Georgia sucked hard on Nolan’s skin, as the climax ripped through her, tearing her apart, splintering her mind into brightly colored flashing lights, shaking her body until her flesh melted and her bones shattered, and she came and came and came.

  Behind her Ethan groaned and a burst of heat in her ass told her he’d climaxed. Nolan shook with her so she knew he’d only been waiting for her release to let go himself. They were both so incredibly considerate, always putting her pleasure first. She wanted to thank them for their love and care for her, but her body still quivered and her brain was so fried she doubted she’d even be able to string two words together yet.

  Georgia still felt as if she was a puddle of jelly on the bed. She wondered if she’d ever be able to stand up again. But it seemed her mind was starting to work again, so maybe the rest of her would, too.

  “Why don’t you have a bed? Why do you sleep on the floor?” asked Ethan.

  “It’s a long story.” I guess my mouth is working again already.

  “That’s okay. I like long stories. You can tell us in the shower,” said Nolan.

  * * * *

  Ethan loved the way Georgia looked after an orgasm. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her face shone with happiness. He wanted her to look like that always, even though he knew it wasn’t possible. Besides, she took her work very seriously. It was incredibly important both to her, and the whole shape-shifter species. But dammit, he wanted her to look so limp and happy for longer. But they needed to shower and to sleep. She’d be eager to tabulate everything they’d learned from Janet and Norm tomorrow. It hadn’t seemed like much to him, but he knew every detail was important, not just for itself, but because it might lead to something else and that something else might be the solution to the lack of werewolf females.

  Ethan didn’t understand the genetics. Willow and Hawthorne had explained some things to him and Nolan and the basic idea was clear. Not enough females would lead to a gradual decline in shifters and eventually to the species dying out. That he grasped. But the whole convoluted tangle of whether or not ménages and the introduction of human women into werewolf packs would lead to a full return of shape-shifters or only half or three-quarters was beyond him. A human mate helped. Ménages helped. He understood that much and that was good enough for him.

  He and Nolan were just stupendously lucky to have found a wolf who was willing to be with them. He thought she’d probably mate them. It was just a matter of the right time and the right way to ask her. He and Nolan needed to talk more about that yet, but maybe at the farm over next weekend they could do that. Or perhaps it was too soon yet. But he wanted her so much it couldn’t be soon enough for him.

  Instead of standing up under the shower, Georgia closed the drain and settled herself in the tub, letting the water run hot and begin to fill it. He grabbed a couple of towels to put on the floor and sat beside her while Nolan sat on the facilities.

  “So, what’s the story about your bed?” asked Nolan.

  “I lived in an unfurnished apartment in college. Three of us shared the place and we had to provide all our own furniture. Because I was just a student it took quite a while for me to save up and buy things, so the furniture I bought was all things I really liked and had worked to get.”

  “I understand. That makes sense,” said Ethan, watching her face as she spoke. Her eyes were closed but she had a tiny frown for a while, then a smile. Her face was so mobile and so expressive. All of her was pretty. Her skin was still flushed pink from her climax, and her legs were long and straight in the water as the tub filled. She was completely and utterly perfect from her tangled strawberry-blonde hair to her cute little toes, and already his dick was standing up because he wanted her again.

  “I hired a moving company to pack my furniture and bring it here. When it arrived, and the bed was assembled, the wooden sticking out bit that joins the side of the bed to the foot of the bed had been snapped off. I demanded they fix it. The moving company said they hadn’t broken it. It was already like that. The bed had not been broken before they packed it up. I’d slept in it the night before I left, so I knew it’d been broken in-transit and refused to pay. Finally they took the bed away to fix it.”

  “But wasn’t that a long time ago? You’ve been here a year now haven’t you? Or did you just move your things in recently?” asked Nolan.

  “It was over a year ago. We have a Mexican standoff. I refused to pay them and they haven’t fixed my bed or given it back to me.” Georgia giggled. “After all this time it’s kind of stupid. They know I’m not going to pay them and they know they broke the bed. I expect they repaired it and sold it months ago and have written me off as a bad debt. But so far I’ve stubbornly refused to buy another bed. Sleeping on the floor isn’t so bad. I got used to it pretty fast.”

  “I like that you held firm and didn’t let them boss you around. You’re strong and courageous and they needed to learn not to lie to clients,” said Ethan.

  “Also, it’s good news for us. All three of us might not have fit in your bed, but we fit on the floor just fine,” added Nolan, making him laugh.

  Ethan kneeled up beside the tub. “Now we need to wash you and put you to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.” His cock was so full and h
ard he was longing to touch her again, to hold her in his arms some more. But he respected her rights to be herself and contented himself with pouring water over her head and massaging shampoo into her pale hair. It looked darker, redder as he washed it, and the sharp apple scent of her shampoo suited her, too.

  Nolan crawled to the other end of the tub and began washing her legs and feet. Together they would serve, love, and protect their woman forever, if she’d let them. Hell, he and Nolan had to ask her to mate them. He couldn’t bear the thought she might one day leave them. He needed to bind her to them with ties of eternal love.

  * * * *

  Nolan and Ethan had spent several evenings, after everyone had left the genealogy office apartment, talking about what they’d do at the farm and where they’d go. They wanted Georgia to see what a wonderful childhood they’d had living on the farm. Of course, the pack now needed help to become financially viable, but to children, life there had been wonderful even once they’d grown old enough to be expected to help in the chores and farmwork. That’s what they wanted Georgia to see. The fun times and the potential of their home.

  They’d also arranged to borrow a tent large enough for the three of them, and camping equipment from various pack members. The Alpha had been more than happy to let them stay in the area where they wanted to camp, even promising to tell the other pack members to stay away from that area for the weekend.

  “He’s hoping she’ll agree to mate us as well,” said Ethan.

  “Another female wolf will be very welcome in the pack, but I don’t know that we’ll be spending much time on pack land. I expect Georgia’s right and she’ll continue to work on this project for the Supreme.” That was Nolan’s hope. That Georgia’s expertise would be recognized and they’d move with her wherever she was sent. “But it’ll be wonderful to visit back with the pack and to have our home base there.”

  “That will suit the Alpha as well. We’ll still be members of the pack, but supporting ourselves. Three fewer mouths for him to worry about feeding.”

  “Do you think the pack will make a success of a new venture? That they’ll find a way to make enough money to survive and thrive?” Nolan asked.

  “The Alpha is pretty determined. I think he’s finally understood that people like Samson are too set in the past and things have to change. It must have been a very brave step for him to contact the Supreme but now he has the Supreme’s support I don’t think he’ll let people in the pack deter him from making changes,” said Ethan.

  “I’m so glad. I want them to get back on secure financial footing.”

  “Yeah, me, too.”

  Between working all day for the genealogy project, planning their camping trip, shopping for food and other things they’d need, and checking a dozen times that he hadn’t forgotten anything, Nolan was relieved when Friday finally arrived. After work, he and Ethan loaded their things into the farm truck and then collected Georgia and her luggage.

  “No work this weekend, Georgia. It’s going to be just about us,” said Ethan, leaving her laptop and briefcase in the apartment.

  “I’m looking forward to resting and relaxing and being with you both without working,” she said.

  That made him happy. She wanted to be with them, to see their farm and to spend time just with them. Nolan had been a tiny bit afraid her feelings with them were only tied to the family history project. Hearing her say that was a huge relief.

  The best thing about traveling in the old truck was that it had a bench seat in the front. So instead of Georgia being alone in the backseat where she could concentrate on work, Nolan and Ethan had her tucked between them in the front seat. Nolan loved the feeling of her thigh against his, her shoulder touching his side. He also liked that he could rest his hand on her thigh as they traveled, or even hold her hand, or give her a cuddle. It was so much friendlier and more relaxed than their usual method of road-tripping, when everything needed to focus on their work.

  Of course there was the slight worry that the truck would die on them, but he hoped not. He and Ethan had driven it every few days to make sure it started okay and that the battery didn’t get flat. But they hadn’t gone far, just around the neighborhood of Hanson Mall. He thought that would be enough to ensure the truck still worked, without being so much strain on the vehicle something might break.

  Much to his relief, the truck worked perfectly, taking them out to the farm. Their friends had left the tents and camping equipment in a pile in the barn for them, and he stopped there so they could load up the tray of the truck with their gear. Then they drove on down one of the tracks out past where the corn was growing. He looked, assessing the crop.

  “The corn looks great this year,” he said.

  “It’s a good height. The Alpha will be pleased. It’s vital to our pack’s survival that our crops produce well. A bad year might cripple us completely,” added Ethan.

  “There’s no lake on the farm and no real river either, but there’s plenty of water underground quite close to the surface. Our wells are quite shallow. Where we’re going is an area where the water comes up to the surface and fills a hollow in the ground. It’s clean water and looks pretty, but it’s not big enough to swim in or anything like that. Our people sometimes come out here on a hot summer day. It’s where we’ll be camping this weekend and the Alpha has said no one will interrupt us. It’s all ours for these few days,” said Nolan.

  “I really hope you like it. We think it’s special,” said Ethan.

  “If it’s special to you it’ll be special to me as well. I love seeing your land, your birthplace, your heritage,” said Georgia.

  “You were born on the land where the mall now sits, weren’t you?” he asked her.

  “That’s right. I don’t really remember much about it. The former Alpha was the one who arranged to have the mall built on our land because the farm couldn’t provide for us all anymore. It took quite a few years to build. Three, I think. He was smart though, the old Alpha. He had all the local store owners move their businesses into the mall, so there wasn’t any competition. If people wanted to shop locally the only place to do it was the mall.”

  Nolan concentrated on navigating the truck over the rough ground and into a small group of trees. Here there was lush green grass, enough trees to provide shelter, shade, and a windbreak, and clear water bubbling out of a dip in the ground and over rocks. The pool was only a couple of feet deep and maybe ten feet in circumference, and the water was cool and clean.

  * * * *

  Georgia was excited to see the farm through the eyes of her men. Of course she’d been here several times for work, but she’d only visited the main farmhouse, not the farm itself. There seemed to be several large barns and a scattering of houses as the truck wound over the rutted dirt track. She was impressed that the Alpha had obviously given the men his blessing for this camping trip. He must want them to mate a wolf quite badly.

  It was strange. Her head knew a female wolf was valuable because of the shortage of female shape-shifters. But that hadn’t impacted her life in any real way, apart from creating the work she so loved doing. She’d always had friends, both shape-shifter and human, and until she’d gotten to know Ethan and Nolan, she’d never seriously considered mating any man, human or werewolf. A person’s species, to her mind, was far less important than their character. And these men were everything a woman could ask for in a partner. Well, two partners actually.

  The men turned off the truck engine and got out so she climbed out as well and stood out of their way to watch them as they set up the tent. She’d never erected a tent herself. At the Girl Scouts camps she’d been on, the tents were set up before the busload of girls had arrived. Now she watched Ethan and Nolan lay out ropes and tent pegs and a mallet. Even though she knew the equipment was borrowed, they obviously knew exactly what to do, which was just as well because she didn’t have the faintest idea.

  She could see an area where campfires had previously been held. Once the te
nt was set up, Nolan looked at the ring of stones there. He walked over to the water and chose a few of the larger rocks and tightened the fire circle. Meanwhile, Ethan disappeared among the trees and came back with an armful of long, dead branches. Ah, the fuel, of course.

  Nolan stood up and smiled at her. “Okay, that’s our camp setup. What would you like to do first?”

  “There’s still an hour before it starts getting dark. What would you like to show me?” Then she blushed. She could think of several long, thick cocks she wouldn’t mind seeing again, but that wasn’t what she meant right now.

  “Would you like to go for a run? In wolf form we can move faster and show you some of the land,” suggested Ethan.

  “Oh, yes, I would. I keep meaning to go to the fitness center more often but never seem to get there. That run we had a few weeks ago was wonderful. I’d love to run again.”

  “Let’s do it,” said Nolan enthusiastically.

  They all stripped off, leaving their clothing inside the tent, and then she shifted. Instantly the men transformed as well. She’d only seen them the once but they were very easy to tell apart. Ethan’s coat had a slight reddish tint to the brown. Not red-brown, like his hair, but brown with a hint of the red color through it. Nolan’s fur was a very dark brown. Hers was the very lightest shade of brown, a bad color if there were hunters around. She could never run in a national park for that reason, because she’d be seen much too easily against green trees or brown tree trunks. Here, on a pack’s land, she was perfectly safe though.

  Ethan led the way through the trees, teasing her by running in and out of them and around several others before actually setting out properly. However, they had plenty of time and it was fun to play. There’d been far too little play in her life lately. Everything seemed focused on work. But these few days were for relaxation and she was already having fun.