by Becca Van
Michelle glanced over to Mikhail at her other side and then to Jonah. They all looked like they were ready to bound to their feet and haul her ass out of there. The waitress returned with their orders and placed them on the table.
“Can I get you anything else?”
“The check, now,” Jonah replied. “We’ll be taking our food with us.”
“No we won’t. We’re going to sit here and enjoy our meal and not make any extra work for anyone,” Michelle stated, folding her arms across her chest beneath her breasts.
Her men groaned but didn’t argue. They picked up their burgers and began to eat.
Chapter Twelve
Michelle was out of the truck and inside before Jonah had even turned off the ignition. She ran up the stairs and entered their suite of rooms. She laughed hysterically as she stripped out of her clothes. She could hear her men’s feral growls as they ran after her. She slammed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She washed in two seconds flat, turned off the faucets, and stepped out. Her mates were all crowding around the bathroom door staring at her. She reached for a towel, but Jonah caught her hand in his. With a flick of his wrist he had her wet body smacking into his.
“You won’t be needing a towel, darlin’. We’ll dry you off…with our tongues.” Jonah growled.
Michelle laughed when he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. She clung to the waistband of his jeans to hold herself steady, but knew she wasn’t in danger of falling. Jonah would keep her safe. Jonah righted her and slid her down the length of his body, until her feet landed on the bed. He let go of her hips and gave her a little shove, making her fall back onto the soft mattress. She gave a small laugh then spread her legs wide and slid her hand down over her abdomen and into the top of her slit. She moaned as she touched her sensitive clit and raised her eyes to her mates’. They were all staring at her as she pleasured herself while they removed their clothes. She groaned when she saw Jonah’s hands shake and knew he and his brothers were as aroused as she was.
She kept her eyes on Jonah as he stared at her heatedly. When he was naked he crawled up onto the bed and dove for her pussy. She closed her eyelids as he licked her from ass to clit and back again, all the while making small growling noises in his throat. She groaned as he slid two fingers into her cunt and began to pump them in and out of her, hard, fast, and deep. He had her on the verge of climax. He withdrew his fingers, and she felt him slide them down to the puckered flesh of her anus. She opened her eyes, and her gaze connected with his.
“Keep your eyes on me, darlin’.”
Michelle squirmed and grimaced with pleasure as Jonah slid first one wet finger into her ass, then another. He slowly pumped his fingers into her until he could go no further. He lowered his head again, but kept his eyes on hers and opened his mouth to flick her clit with his tongue. Her vision dimmed as she reached her peak, her body jerking uncontrollably as he continued to pump into her until the last spasm of pleasure faded away. He gently withdrew his fingers from her ass, picked her up, and impaled her onto his cock. She cried out with pleasure as his hard flesh stretched her open. He placed his hands at her waist and lifted her up and down onto his cock, making them both groan at the pleasurable friction.
Michelle sobbed out her disappointment as he pulled her from his cock. He turned her around on his lap and began to push his cock into her ass as he gently pulled her down. She reached out and clutched Brock’s shoulders as he climbed onto the bed in front of her. When Brock leaned down to kiss her, she tilted her chin up and met him halfway.
She moaned into his mouth as he thrust his tongue between her lips and teeth, tangling his tongue with hers. She felt him grab a handful of her hair and tilted her head, giving him better access to her mouth. Michelle met his tongue thrust for thrust, parry for parry, and swirl for swirl until they were both breathless. He withdrew his mouth from hers, placed his hands on her rib cage, and thrust his hard cock into the depths of her pussy. She moaned out loud, the pleasure her two mates were giving her almost too much to bear.
Michelle turned her head when she saw Mikhail move from the corner of her eye and eyed his cock as he held it before her. She leaned slightly to the side and licked around the hard, mushroom-shaped head. The taste of him exploded on her taste buds, and she knew she would never be able to get enough. She opened her mouth wide and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She slid up and down over his shaft, swirling her tongue over the sensitive underside as she did. With each slide and glide, she took him into her depths a little farther. She opened her eyes and looked up into Mikhail’s eyes and felt the power of her femininity at the look of pleasure on his face. Just to know that she was giving him so much pleasure was a powerful feeling. She saw him reach over her and then felt his hand in her hair.
“Your mouth is heaven, honey. Yeah, that’s it, suck me down. Oh fuck, Michelle. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.” Mikhail growled.
Michelle hummed around his cock and concentrated on relaxing her throat muscles. She took him deeper and deeper, until she felt him touch the back of her throat.
“Fuck yeah, honey. That feels so good. Suck me hard.”
Michelle found a nice, steady rhythm, but froze when Jonah and Brock began to move. They didn’t move in counterpoint to each other. They began to fuck in and out of her pussy and ass at the same time. She moaned around Mikhail’s cock and swallowed the pool of saliva in her mouth. She knew Mikhail liked what she did when he let out a yell. So she did it again and again. The grip he had on her hair tightened, and he began to gently rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Michelle just relaxed and let her mates take over.
She had never felt so full of cock. She didn’t know she could ever feel this way. Her body was so overwhelmed with pleasure. It was so good it was almost painful. The sensation of having three cocks fucking her at the same time was beyond compare. She could feel her womb getting heavy with liquid heat, and her pussy began to flutter. She felt the muscles in her thighs tense, as did the ones in her lower abdomen. The walls of her cunt began to coil, tighter and tighter, and she knew she was about to go over the edge. She sucked hard as Mikhail fucked in and out of her mouth, wanting to take him over with her.
And then she was flying. She went hurtling up and over the edge of the cliff. Her internal muscles snapped and clamped down on the two cocks fucking in and out of her two holes. She yelled around Mikhail’s cock as her body shook with the intensity of her release. She felt Mikhail’s cock expand in her mouth, and he began to pull out. She dug her fingers into his thigh and clamped her mouth around his flesh. The sound of his roar as he spewed his release into her mouth and down the back of her throat was like music to her ears. She heard Jonah’s yell next as he filled her ass with his cum, and Brock followed not far behind. She licked Mikhail clean, slid her mouth from his now semi-erect cock, and slumped down against Brock’s chest. She was glad her mates were strong enough to hold her upright because she’d be damned if she could. Her arms and legs felt like cooked spaghetti noodles, and she had not one ounce of energy left.
Michelle mewed as Brock withdrew his cock from her pussy, and then he helped to ease her off Jonah’s half-flaccid rod. She wanted to get up and have a bath, but she didn’t have the energy to move. She snuggled into Brock as he cradled her in his arms, and she popped an eye open as she felt him move. He was carrying her into the bathroom. She sat slumped against him as he sat down on the rim of the large spa bath and began to fill the tub.
“Are you all right, baby? We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Brock asked.
“No. Good,” was all Michelle could manage as a reply.
“Phew, you had me worried there for a minute.”
Michelle didn’t reply. She was too content and satiated to even think of words.
“I see we were as good as I said we’d be,” Brock said with a chuckle.
Michelle didn’t open her eyes, just raised her eyebrow in question.
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“I said we’d fuck you deaf and blind. Looks like we fucked you mute as well,” Brock stated, and she could hear the satisfaction in his voice.
“Yeah,” Michelle replied with a smile.
Chapter Thirteen
“I still think I should go to work tomorrow,” Michelle said as she glared at Jonah, sitting in his big chair behind the desk in his study. She’d come downstairs looking for her mates and found them all ensconced in the large study in the back of the house on the first floor. She had stood in the open doorway as they discussed who was going to fill in at the library for her. They had said she could before but had changed their minds since going to her house. She’d heard from Angie they had rescinded that decision. She had stormed in, voicing her opinion about the way her mates were trying to take over her life. She wasn’t having it.
“Do you honestly think I’m going to let you spend the day alone in the building after what we found at your house?” Jonah growled. “I’ve already contacted the sheriff, and he agrees with me. You shouldn’t be left alone.”
“Then send someone with me. I have a job to do and I’m quite proficient at what I do. I’m not letting you or anyone else tell me how to run my life,” Michelle retorted.
“No. I’m putting my foot down, Michelle. I’m not letting you place yourself in danger. That’s my final word,” Jonah said in a quiet, steely voice.
“Oh, screw you,” Michelle yelled and stormed from the room, slamming the door behind her.
“How dare he tell me what to do,” Michelle muttered as she stomped through the house, oblivious of the curious stares she garnered. “How dare he think he can run my life. I was doing just fine until he and his brothers came along. Who the hell do they think they are?”
Michelle slammed out the back door and stalked into the large landscaped gardens. She was too angry to really take in the beauty surrounding her. She knew that Jonah was right and that was what made her mad the most, plus being told what to do. She hadn’t had to answer to anyone for years, and she wasn’t about to start doing so now. She breathed in and out a few times and let her anger fade away. She looked around and saw a bench in the shade of a large tree, right next to a fish pond.
Michelle sat down and watched the goldfish swimming lazily through the water. She had been a bit of a bitch. She was going to have to apologize for her behavior. She hated to be the cause of any angst and knew she would be saying sorry before the day was over. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. The scent of roses and lavender wafted on the breeze. It was hot already, and she knew they were in for a long, hot summer.
Michelle heard the bushes rustle off to her right, opened her eyes, and stared intently, trying to see what had made the noise. She couldn’t see anything, but she felt uneasy. The hair on her nape stood on end, and she felt as if she was being watched. She slowly stood and skirted around the bench, all the time keeping her eyes on the bushes. They weren’t moving now, so maybe it had been a small animal. Still she couldn’t shake that feeling. She moved fluidly, away from the bench, and then turned to run.
Michelle’s breath whooshed from her lungs as she slammed up against a hard, immovable object. She used her hands and pushed back, but a band of steel wrapped around her upper arms and chest, effectively trapping her. A large palm clamped down over her mouth, cutting off the scream forming in her mouth. She looked up into the blackest eyes she’d ever seen. She had no idea who he was and didn’t really want to find out. She brought her knee up and aimed for his groin, but he deflected her blow with a well-placed thigh. She struggled and tried to bite him on the hand, but his grip over her mouth was too firm. She felt another big body move in behind her, but couldn’t turn around to see. She was trapped. A sweet-smelling cloth was placed in front of her nose, and as she breathed in, she felt her head getting woozy. She was in trouble. She breathed in deeply, trying to fill her oxygen-depleted lungs, and felt herself sliding into unconsciousness.
“Jonah,” Michelle screamed through their newly formed telepathic link just before she drifted away.
* * * *
“Michelle,” Jonah roared and leapt out from behind his desk. He ran from the study and through the house, following her scent. He slammed out the back door and ran, his nose leading the way. When he got near the fish pond, he smelled a sickly sweet scent and others of his kind, but not from his pack.
He scoured the area with his eyes, all his wolf senses at full alert, and bent down to pick up a small piece of cloth. It was a handkerchief which had been folded over many times to form a small pad. He brought it closer to his nose and inhaled. He coughed as the scent assailed his sensitive nose.
“Blayk, get out here now,” Jonah roared through his telepathic link.
Brock and Mikhail were now out in the garden with him, and he watched as they used their senses and searched for signs of their mate.
“I don’t know how they got through security, but whoever they were, they’re definitely wolves.” Mikhail growled.
“Why the fuck has our mate been targeted? Who the hell would want to kidnap her, Jonah?” Brock asked.
“I don’t know. Get Jake, Greg, and Devon to check into the security system. I want to know who has taken our mate. When they have the security footage, I want to see it,” Jonah barked out.
“They’re on it,” Brock replied. “They’ll let us know when they have the footage.”
Jonah had never felt so out of control. He wanted to track and find the bastards who had taken his mate and rip their fucking heads off. But he needed to know what he was up against before he did anything. The last thing he wanted to do was put their mate in even more danger. Plus, since he was most Alpha male of the pack, he had the responsibility of keeping everyone beneath him safe, including his brothers. He looked around to Brock and Mikhail and was just in time to see them shucking their clothes.
“Brock, Mikhail, stop right now,” Jonah ordered, his voice low and deep, full of authority. “We can’t just track her and put her in more danger. We need to know what we’re dealing with first.”
Jonah watched his brothers wrestle with their instincts, the same as he just had. Logic won, and he saw when they pulled themselves together.
“Jake has the security tape of the garden ready and waiting. He says he’s never seen these guys before.” Brock growled.
“Let’s go take a look,” Jonah replied and took off at a run, his brothers close to his heels.
Jonah pushed through into the security room and positioned himself to watch the tape. His brothers stood on either side of him. The sight of their mate looking around herself as she sat on the bench with fear on her face had all three of them snarling. Jonah breathed deeply, gathered his control, and then held up his hand to stop his brothers from venting their fury. They saw her slam into a large male who trapped her in his arms. The sight of her trying to fight such a big man did Jonah’s heart proud. When the other male crept up behind her and placed the cloth at her nose, Jonah couldn’t prevent his howl of fury escaping. Their woman slumping in the bastard’s arms had his wolf beating against him.
“Do any of you know who they are?” Jonah growled.
“No, Alpha,” Greg replied to him and his brothers.
“All right, I want every pack member shown this footage and I want you three to watch them carefully. Whoever they are had to have help from the inside to get on our land. There’s no way in hell they could have done it on their own.
“I have a couple of contacts in the law department. Get me a printout of those faces and send them via e-mail as well. Maybe my friends have an idea on who they are.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Greg replied and got to work.
Jonah and his brothers stalked from the room and headed for the dining room. That was where they did most of their planning and conferring, but until they had an idea what was going on, they were totally blind.
“You don’t think Kirsten could be behind this, do you?” Mikhail asked.
Jonah sigh
ed and sat down at the dining room table. Angela brought over a pot of coffee, mugs, sugar, and milk.
“No. I don’t think she’s that malicious. She was hurt, Mikhail, and she apologized to Michelle,” Jonah replied.
“If you don’t mind me butting in, Jonah, I have noticed one of the young Omegas acting strange lately,” Angela advised. “Even my Cindy thinks so.”
“Take a seat, Angie,” Jonah invited and waited until she sat down. “Tell me what you know.”
“Young Paul Hunt has been acting all uppity in the presence of the other Omegas in his age group. He’s been strutting around like he knows things the others don’t. Cindy told me she’s seen him loitering near the fence at the back garden. And she actually heard him talking one day. She couldn’t hear what he said, mind you, but when she questioned him, he told her to mind her own business.”
Jonah turned toward Brock and said, “Find him and bring him here.
“No, don’t go rushing off, Angie. Sit down and finish your coffee. I’d like you to be here when Brock comes back with Paul. You can tell me what you think.”
Jonah sat up straight in his chair when Brock led Paul into the room. The young Omega looked like he was about to pee his pants.
“Take a seat, Paul. Would you like a coffee?” Jonah asked cordially and watched the young man’s chest puff out with his own self-importance. Good, he was beginning to relax. He would be much easier to handle now.
“So, how’s the studying going?” Jonah asked.
