by Erin M. Leaf
Paige looked up, too, and then she smirked. “Ha. I’ll just bet you do.” She waved to the men, and her brother scowled down at her. Paige wrinkled her nose at him.
Avery flushed. “Get out of here before you say something you regret.”
“Who? Me?” Paige chuckled, then shook her head. “Take care, girl. Make sure my brother takes care of you.” She gave Avery one last hug and went outside.
“Enjoy your run. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Avery closed and locked the door as Paige gave her a one-finger salute.
“You have plans for the evening?” Mitch asked, mischief in his blue eyes. “What could those plans possibly be?”
Avery rolled her eyes at him and headed for the stairs. “Like you don’t know.” Her core was already tingling as she took in his old, soft jeans and complete lack of any other clothing. She couldn’t wait to run her hands all over him. It didn’t take her long to reach the top of the stairs.
“What was my sister talking to you about?” Fletcher asked after he kissed her in greeting. “She looked unhappy. If anyone’s bothering her, you’d tell me, right?”
“Of course.” Avery looked over his dark slacks and button-down shirt. He looked just as hot in formal clothes as Mitch did in his raggedy jeans. He’d unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up, baring his delectable forearms. Distracted, she ran her palms down to his wrists. His muscles flexed, and warmth spread through her body. He winked at her, and she forced herself to stop ogling him and answer his question. “She said the wolves she met called her a Witch, with a capital W.”
“Interesting.” Fletcher’s eyebrows rose. “That’s an old title.”
“Wait. It’s a real thing?” Avery stopped stroking his skin. “You’ve heard of it?”
He nodded, turning his hands over and capturing her fingers. He lifted them to his lips and kissed them. “I remember reading something about it a long time ago. Some female wolves had the ability to sense danger, and use their energy to fight, but only if they’re mated. It’s a very rare power.” He shrugged. “And they’re the ones who could cast the protection wards on our archives. The talent has been lost for ages.”
Interesting, but not as interesting as what I want to do to him. Avery gripped his wrists again. Warm skin greeted her fingertips, and she could feel his pulse beneath her thumbs. She wanted to touch more than just his arms. She wanted to press herself to his bare chest and feel his heart with her whole body. “Do you think your sister has that power?”
“I don’t know. It’d be great if she did, though. She could replace the ward on our archives cabinet,” he said.
Avery nodded. “Well, she’s not mated, so how would these strange wolves know that she could have that power? It’s not like there’s a sign hanging around her neck.” She grinned at the thought.
“I have no idea.” Fletcher shook his head. “There’s no way for us to know. I certainly don’t feel anything different about her. She smells like Paige, my little sister.”
“But you’re the Alpha. If anyone can sense that potential, it would be you. Can’t you feel your sister the way we can sense you?” She closed her eyes and concentrated again on the golden thread that connected her and Mitch to Fletcher. She loved the tangible reminder that she was part of a triad. I’m truly a part of Boulder Pack. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was a real shifter instead of a pretender. And these men are my mates. Something I never thought I’d have.
“Yes, I can feel the Pack, including my sister, but it’s not like what we have. It’s more of an amorphous sensation. The only two wolves I can sense directly are you and Mitch,” Fletcher said. “Otherwise, I’d go crazy. We’re a big Pack, and a lot of our members come and go.”
“I can sense only the two of you, and I’m grateful for that,” Mitch said, kissing her beneath her ear. “I wouldn’t want to have the entire Pack roaming around my head all the time.” He bit her gently, and her wolf whined with need.
Avery shivered. Suddenly, she didn’t want to talk about Paige anymore. She turned her head and met Mitch’s lips with her own. He groaned, and she smiled. “I’m tired,” she said coyly, not meaning a word of it.
“Tired?” Mitch asked, blue eyes twinkling. “Tired as in, you want to go to sleep? Or tired as in you want to go to bed?”
Avery chuckled. “Bed. Definitely bed.”
Unexpectedly, he swooped her up, striding down the hall to their suite before she could even squeak. “Mitch!” she gasped, as he pushed the doors open with his shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“Being expedient,” he said, tossing her on the bed. “Stay there.”
She sat up, but Fletcher was already there, pushing her down. “Stay down, babe. Let us make love to you.”
Avery swallowed at the heat in his voice. “What if I want to watch the two of you make love to each other?”
“Oh? Is that a thing you want?” Fletcher paused in the middle of opening the buttons of his shirt. “We can certainly do that.” He slanted a smile at his Beta. “Can’t we, Mitch?”
Mitch was already naked, cock standing out hard and delicious. “We can totally do that.” He grinned wolfishly.
“Oh, God.” Avery quickly pushed down her sweats, feeling like her skin was on fire. “I definitely want to watch.” Her hands went to her nipples, and she gasped at how sensitive they were already.
Fletcher dropped his shirt on the floor and went to work on his pants, but Mitch pushed his hands away. “We tried to make love so many times,” Mitch said, shoving Fletcher’s slacks down. He went to his knees and nosed around Fletcher’s erection. “We’d work ourselves into a frenzy, but we could never orgasm because you weren’t there with us. If we started something together, we couldn’t even finish off by ourselves. It’s like our wolves knew that they were waiting for you, Avery.”
Avery squirmed on the bed as a rush of moisture wet her pussy. She never in a million years thought she’d find watching two guys get it on would excite her so much, but right now she ached with lust. “I’m here now,” she pointed out breathlessly. She took off her top and reclined on the pillows, opening her legs so that they could see her arousal. “And I have no intention of going anywhere.” She lazily stroked around her labia, spreading her juices over her clit.
Fletcher moaned, hands going to Mitch’s hair as his Beta licked the head of his cock. “Fuck,” he breathed, eyes flashing golden. He stared at Avery, looking like a man on the brink of losing his mind. “You look delicious, Avery.” He bit his lip as Mitch sucked, hard.
No, he’s not losing his mind, Avery mused. He losing his self-control. She liked that. She idly circled her clit with her index finger, shuddering as the small bundle of nerves shot heat through her spine.
Mitch grinned at her, and then opened his mouth. Fletcher’s hips jerked, and Mitch relaxed his jaw, letting his lover’s cock slide past his lips.
Avery trembled. The look on Fletcher’s face as Mitch pleasured him drove her crazy. She remembered how good he tasted. She wanted to suck him, too. She gasped when Fletcher looked up and caught her watching. Need pushed through her, and it was all she could do to stay on the bed.
“Like what you see?” he asked, voice cracking when Mitch cupped his balls.
Avery nodded, gaze going from his mouth, to his cock, to Mitch’s lips. “Yeah.” She reached down and fingered her clit some more, then slipped two fingers inside her cunt. “I do.” Her beast whimpered. She wanted her mates here, not all the way at the end of the bed. And she was so fucking wet, she knew they wouldn’t have to do anything. They could just push right in and fuck her, hard.
Fletcher stared at her pussy, hands clenching into fists while Mitch sucked him off. “I’m not going to last,” he growled, flexing his abs. “God—” He broke off, eyes closing as Mitch licked in circles around the head of his shaft. “Mitch, please.”
Mitch backed off, smiling, then glanced at Avery. “Oh, that’s just gorgeous, love,” he murmured, standing.
He climbed up the bed, then paused, face hovering an inch from Avery’s pussy. “That’s it, love. Touch yourself. I want to see you come.”
Avery swallowed. His eyes flashed blue fire, and then his fingers were pushing inside, alongside hers. Her hips bucked.
“Oh, you’re so wet for us.” Mitch crooked his fingers, hitting the spot inside that made her see stars.
“Please,” she begged, hoping he would know what she wanted. There was no way she could manage words right now. She just knew what she needed.
Mitch withdrew his fingers, but before she could protest, he flipped her over and pulled her hips up. She gasped, and before she could catch her breath, he slammed inside with not even a trace of gentleness left in him. “You can take it,” he told her roughly, a hint of his beast in his voice.
She nodded, face pushing into the pillows. Her skin prickled, and she wondered if she was going to shift. Her wolf was certainly close to the surface. “Yes. Oh God, please, Mitch. I need more.”
He fucked her hard and fast, and then without warning, he pulled out, and a thicker cock pushed in. Avery moaned, knowing that her mates were taking turns with her. Fletcher moved slow and gentle. Too gentle. “Fletcher,” she growled, trying to shove back on his erection.
He chuckled, and then someone grasped her hands and pulled them behind her back, immobilizing her. “Relax,” Mitch said. “Let Fletcher have you just the way he wants.”
As always, when her men restrained her, the wolf in her soul submitted happily. Avery felt her body relax, and then Fletcher was pulling out and shoving in, harder and harder. Faster and faster.
“Please,” she asked, not recognizing her voice.
“Please what?” Fletcher asked, voice so low it was almost a growl.
Avery couldn’t reply. In answer, she shook her head, tears leaking from her eyes. She needed to climax so bad.
Mitch lifted her head and shoulders up, changing the angle of Fletcher’s thrusts. Avery couldn’t support herself. When Mitch kissed her, she sighed into his mouth. He smiled, then knelt up and fisted his cock. He put it at her lips.
“Suck me, love,” he said, bumping at her lips.
Avery opened happily, sparks of lust flaring through her bones. His cock on her tongue felt heavy. Hot. He tasted like her. She licked, then sucked, relishing the sensation of being completely filled. When Fletcher eased a finger into her ass, she groaned.
Mitch slid his fingers into her hair, holding her head immobile. “Don’t move,” he whispered. “If you move, I’ll come, and we have plans for you first.”
Avery closed her eyes. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to. She wanted them to take care of her. Fletcher pumped inside her pussy faster, alternating his thrusts with his finger in her ass. Mitch slid into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat. In her soul, her wolf howled her satisfaction, and the bond among the three of them flared bright and hot, like liquid flames.
“Aw, fuck,” Fletcher said, shoving harder.
Avery felt his cock swell in her cunt, big enough that it pressed against her clit from the inside. She made a sound in her throat, and Mitch pulled out. Fletcher went still, panting harshly.
“Stay,” Mitch said.
Without his support, Avery’s shoulders fell to the bed. Her arms ached from being restrained, but she didn’t care. She just knew she needed … more. “Please,” she croaked, hips squirming.
Fletcher pulled out, and then she was being lifted over him. He rubbed her shoulders, easing the ache in her arms, and then he took her wrists in his hands. He held her tightly as she straddled him, and she sighed as his cock found her pussy. “Easy,” he murmured, easing inside, and then Mitch was behind her, pushing into her ass.
Avery moaned. She could barely hold herself up, but it didn’t matter, because her mates were there, taking care of her. Mitch pushed in slowly. Too slowly. “More,” she said thickly.
“We’ll give you more,” Fletcher said, eyes golden.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Mitch said, kissing her shoulder gently.
Avery couldn’t reply to either of them. Her mates were inside her and her wolf was howling, and she thought she might lose her fucking mind altogether if they didn’t give her what she needed.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, leaning down and biting Fletcher’s bicep. He gasped, and bucked, and it was almost what she wanted, but not quite. She bit harder, loving the way his skin tasted, and then Mitch began to fuck her from behind and she moaned.
“Easy, baby,” Fletcher said as his cock swelled even larger—she could barely move, and he held her arms so tightly she thought she’d explode, and then suddenly, her orgasm crashed through her without anyone even touching her clit. She cried out, writhing desperately, and Mitch fucked harder. His erection jerked, and warmth spread through her as he gripped her hips. Fletcher thrust up, bumping something deep inside, and another climax tore through her as he growled and bit her. Sharp pain at her neck mingled with pleasure. Tears slid down her cheeks as Fletcher thrust hard, and orgasmed. Avery’s wolf howled as their bond crackled, and she knew there was nowhere else on Earth she would rather be. Her mates held her tight, and she wished they could stay like this forever.
A long time later, Avery drew a shuddering breath. Her mates had somehow managed not to smother her, and their warmth soothed her almost into sleep.
“Shh,” Fletcher said, smoothing a palm down her arm.
“We should wash up,” she mumbled, but the truth was, she had no desire to move even a single muscle. She sighed, smiling. Her body tingled nicely, and she felt more relaxed than she’d ever been in her entire life.
“We can wash tomorrow. A little mess won’t hurt us,” Mitch murmured.
Avery nodded slightly, allowing herself to settle even more bonelessly between them. “Okay.” She patted someone’s arm. She wasn’t sure which one of them she was resting on, but it didn’t matter who. “I love you.”
She felt rather than saw her mates smile. “Queen Wolf,” Mitch said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “So sweet.”
Sweet? Avery frowned—she was not sweet, she was fierce—and then someone kissed her temple.
“Shh. He’s just messing with you,” Fletcher murmured.
Avery rolled her eyes, but let the comment go.
“He’s not wrong, though,” Fletcher added.
Avery lifted her head and tried to glare. It wasn’t easy, given how completely satisfied she felt.
Fletcher’s golden eyes smiled at her. “You’re an extraordinary wolf, Avery.”
Aw. Avery smiled at him. How could she not smile when her mates were so obviously smitten with her? And I’m smitten with them. “Sleep now, more compliments later,” she said as a yawn sneaked up on her.
Fletcher grinned. “I love you, too.”
She wrinkled her nose at him but laid her head back down on Mitch’s shoulder. “I already told you I love you,” she mumbled.
“You can never say it too many times,” Mitch said, stroking her hair. “I love you, my love.”
Avery sighed. “I love you both.”
Fletcher’s chuckle rumbled in her ear. “And they all lived happily ever after.”
Avery laughed, and then yawned again. She felt too blissful to argue with them, but a girl had to draw the line somewhere. “Love you…” she tried to say, just to get the last word in, but later she couldn’t remember if she’d actually said the words out loud or just dreamed then. Not that it mattered. Love had a way of pushing to the surface, dreamland or not.
The End
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BONUS
SAMPLE CHAPTER
THE NULLIFIER
The Criminals, 1
Erin M. Leaf
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
“I’m too old for this shit,” Felix Zamaro muttered, setting down his binoculars. He rubbed his eyes, wishing he’d managed more than four hours of sleep last night. He peered through the open window tiredly. His target loitered at an outdoor café across the street drinking his sixth cup of coffee, two floors below the apartment building in which Felix currently sat. How the hell could one guy drink so much caffeine? Felix didn’t get it. If he did that, he’d be fucking pissing every half hour.
He picked up his binoculars and resumed staring at the man currently on the top of his to-off list. He hated this part of the job—the constant surveillance really fucked with his mood these days. Didn’t matter if it was sunny or rainy or fucking three below. The boredom really got to him. It hadn’t always been this bad. He wasn’t a man given to strong emotions, but he remembered enjoying the chase just a bit more when he’d first gotten into this business. That sense of satisfaction had long worn off. Now it was just a job, and a tedious one, at that.
The guy finally waved down a waiter for his check, and Felix breathed out a sigh of relief. “Fucking finally.” He had no idea why the contract stipulated the man had to be taken out at this particular café, and he didn’t much care as long as the money went into his account in a timely fashion. He squinted down at the mark. The guy’s hair had fluffed up in the slight breeze. He’d have to take the wind into consideration when shooting, but that was nothing new.
He exchanged his binoculars for his Ruger M77. He’d been using this type of rifle for so long, he didn’t even have to think about what to do with his hands. It slid into position on his shoulder almost automatically, and when he squeezed the trigger, his target went down in a fraction of a second. Felix stood up and stepped back from the peeling windowsill, already shoving the rifle into its soft case. He scanned the room for any stray speck of evidence, then grunted in satisfaction. As per his usual, the place held no sign of his presence. The occupants of this grimy apartment would never even know he’d been here.
