by Ashley Shay
And they want me. Carly felt a surge of happiness.
Tyler gestured to Shane, who stood up beside his alpha. “I want you to take Shane into your tight little ass while you’re riding me. I want you to show him how much you love us. How much you need us, like we need you. Can you do that, Carly?”
“I can do that.” Carly’s voice had dropped to a whisper. She squeezed her legs together to keep the fluid leaking from her pussy from ruining her new outfit and dripping down her thighs.
Tyler turned his head slightly toward Dusty, who also stood beside his alpha. “And you will take Dusty into your mouth and love him with your tongue until he knows you want to taste the very essence of him. That you want to drink all he has to give.”
“I do want to taste his essence,” Carly replied, reaching out to put her hands on Tyler’s chest. “I want all of that. And more.”
Tyler nodded, leading her to the pit where he laid her down on the wide bench and dropped on his knees before her. He reached between her legs to unsnap the tiny fastenings holding her one-piece corset together. She felt his mouth fasten over the bare flesh between her legs. As she moaned and widened herself to his kiss, Dusty dropped his mouth over hers, and Shane took her right breast into his mouth, sucking hard enough to curl her toes.
Carly arched up from the leather as the sensual assault became more than she could take. Her body craved more, something deeper, something aggressive, something that would extinguish the wildfire burning inside of her. “Please,” she murmured, begging for release. “Please.”
Dusty held her face steady as he kissed her with utter abandon, and his tongue slipped inside her mouth while the alpha’s tongue opened her nether lips and dipped inside for a taste of her nectar. As if they could read each other’s minds, their tongues moved in thrusting patterns, claiming her for themselves as they lapped at the juices she had to offer. Shane rolled her nipple between his teeth, growling as he nibbled on the puckered skin with just enough force to be painfully pleasant.
When Carly thought she couldn’t possibly take any more loving without release, Tyler sheathed himself between her legs, driving himself into her with a force and urgency that made Carly gasp in surprise. When he’d stroked her several times, long and hard, he twisted their bodies gently so that they lay on their sides and Shane could get behind her for his turn.
Pushing her hips backward, Carly positioned herself so that Shane had unlimited access to her ass. She needed him inside of her, pushing at her while Tyler retreated and came back again, both keeping a steady pressure against her sensitive insides until she tumbled over the edge of bliss. He ran a dampened finger between her cheeks, pressing against her opening with an insistent but gentle pressure. He stroked in and out slowly, adding a finger every few moments to prepare her. Dusty stroked her hair, face, and throat, caressing her and sending skittering trails of sensation over her skin.
“Please, Shane…” Her body ached and throbbed, and every movement of his fingers kindled a deep, tortuous yearning. “I can take it. Just do it.”
Behind her, Shane drew in a deep breath. A burn of pleasure flared through her when Shane slowly buried himself to the hilt, stopping only when Carly’s inner muscles clenched him in a vise of pleasure so tightly he couldn’t move. She couldn’t release him for a few trembling seconds.
Dusty bent down to look in her eyes, and his smile seemed feral. His thick, meaty cock bobbed inches from her face, and his scent was raw, powerful, carnal. Carly realized his cougar was near the surface tonight, wanting to couple, mate, fuck, and yet the beast was forced to wait because of his position in the chain of command. If she hadn’t been filled with two cocks already, she would have wrapped his beast in her arms and pulled him between her thighs and into her body. She felt like a female in heat.
“Are you ready for me now, darlin’?”
“Of course I am. I want to taste you. I want to lick your fur and drink your wildness.”
Dusty’s groan infused the other men with energy that transformed into a series of frenzied strokes and deep growls that made shivers run up Carly’s spine.
Dusty gently took her face into his hands and parted her lips with his thumbs. Then he eased the head of his cock to her lips and let her work her way down the long, thick shaft as she swallowed him inch by inch. Carly worked her throat muscles until she could take him deeply, and she began to hum, knowing the vibrations would rock him to his balls.
She wasn’t disappointed. Dusty clenched his hands into her hair and held on tightly. “Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck me, how do you do that?”
She couldn’t tell him with her mouth full, and after a moment, she couldn’t even concentrate on the question. Tyler was doing something that sent shock waves into her pussy with every thrust he made, hitting that small hub of sensitive nerves that screamed with pleasure every time the head of his cock connected. She arched forward then backward, trying to force them even deeper but not able to do more than find relief in measured strokes from either the rear or the front.
Sweat rolled from her body as she arched and moaned and twisted with so much pleasure and happiness she thought she might die from it all if she didn’t reach her climax soon. And then Shane broke the spell and began pumping relentlessly into her ass, reaching the pleasure centers that Tyler was teasing with his cock. The convergence of penises into one bundle of sensitized nerves was more than Carly could take. She screamed out a muffled cry with her climax, and the rawness of the sound made Dusty discharge his cum into her mouth in thick jets of release. She swallowed him greedily as Tyler stiffened against her pussy and began releasing his own seed. Shane nudged her hard, once, twice, and then she felt him pumping his load into her backside too.
She didn’t know if she could move, so she lay quietly as the men gently disentangled themselves from her exhausted body. Shane and Tyler disappeared for a few moments, and she dozed next to Dusty. When the men returned, one by one, they snuggled up closely around her, each sweaty man finding his own spot along the length of her body to touch her. They all drifted into sleep with her in the center of their protection and warmth.
* * * *
“Night, Cougar.”
“Night, David. Get some sleep.”
“You too, buddy.”
Cougar nodded then began walking back toward the house. If he’d ever been this mentally tired before, he couldn’t remember when. His brain might be fried, but his body thrummed with unspent energy, and even the quick run he’d taken earlier had done nothing to curb his beast’s disquiet. It wanted loose, it wanted to hunt, and it wanted to kill. The trouble with all of that was, after hours of tracking and hunting, it couldn’t find the intruder and neither could the panthers. Maybe it was time to get a bloodhound on the payroll. Given their social nature, they generally preferred to live out in mainstream society, but if he found one in San Antonio or Houston and kept him on retainer, he could be at Cattail in an hour or so with the chopper.
“That’s what I’ll do,” he muttered.
As he walked past the pool, the sound of the waterfall reached his ears, offering blessed tranquility to his frayed nerves and a bit of respite from the grinding headache that had come on a couple hours ago. He paused for a few moments to stare into the crystal water of the wading pool, and that’s when her scent hit him.
Carly was close.
He drew in a deep breath, and his heart began to beat faster because the scent of arousal and sexual completion lingered on the air. She’d been fucking someone, though it was hard to tell who from the smells in the air. All three of his brothers’ scents hovered around him now that the breeze shifted. Damn, she’d probably fucked all three, or at least two. The thought of that juicy pink pussy glistening with drops of her sexual excitement sent his cock into hard, full, and painful stiffness within five seconds.
He adjusted his erection in his jeans, groaning with the tight pressure drumming against his hand. His sense of calm now shattered, he left the peace of t
he pool behind and strode quickly up the flagstone path only to run into something more disturbing. The scent of enticing and spent female got stronger and stronger, nearly masking the smell of horny men and musky cum until he thought he’d scream with frustration and agony. He swiveled his face, wondering where the aroma originated, and homed in on the gazebo.
He detoured in that direction, past the pool house, and stepped up the few steps onto the porch. He opened the screen door slowly, hearing only the vaguest of creaks, and stood on the threshold staring at the sight before him.
His three brothers and Carly lay tangled together on the leather benches like a pile of sleepy kittens. His brothers had wrapped their arms and legs around their woman. Tyler lay on her left, spooned near her body in a protective embrace. Shane lay on her right, turned away, but Carly had draped her arm across his waist. Dusty lay across the bench near her head, but had his face buried in her sweet-smelling hair.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered.
He let the screen door go with a bang, and even though he heard Carly’s soft cry of surprise, he ignored it and nearly sprinted up the path to the house. He needed a cold shower before his beast howled with frustration. If he didn’t get down to Clandestine soon, his beast would implode, and he wouldn’t be far behind.
* * * *
Viper slipped a slice of lemon on the side of his glass. Though this drink hadn’t called for any embellishment, a cocktail was practically barbaric without the proper garnish. When the knock sounded on his door, he turned around, leaned against the suite’s bar, and called, “Enter.”
Talon ducked through the door, all bristly and ruffling imaginary feathers, hunching his shoulders like he wanted to spread his wings and fly away. Poor little eagle. He shook himself out and ran his hands down his arms, like a stupid bird preening in a cage. Finally, he stopped jerking around and stood still.
“Are we all better now?” Viper asked with a sneer.
“Yeah, sorry.” Talon straightened up and blinked a few times. “I mean, yes, sir. That thing…got me all flustered and bent out of shape. Now I’m fucking hungry. That idiotic, crazy, fussbudget bitch of a mouse. I could have easily—”
“I’m not interested in your personal assessment of Miss Washburn, Talon.”
Viper took a long draw of his Texas Tea, closed his eyes, and smiled. It tasted delicious. He’d become quite good at making Texas Tea since his arrival in San Antonio. This one was a bit stronger than the last, but oh, so tasty. The perfect blend of five different liquors, heavy on the tequila, with just a splash of sour mix, Coke, and triple sec really hit the spot. Perhaps, should he ever tire of madness and mayhem, he could be a bartender. Wouldn’t that be something?
He opened his eyes to find Talon waiting patiently for him to continue like a good little minion. “Gloria Washburn is a timid, mousy little woman, and she’s an equally insipid little animal, but she will serve her purpose without cutting into my more productive lackeys. If I lose her during this mission”—he waved his free hand—“it’s a who-the-fuck-cares moment. Just give me the basics.”
“She’s been dropped.”
“Good.”
“I had to drop her at the perimeter because a drop from the flyover might have killed her.”
“Such a humanitarian you are,” Viper said.
“She’s not much good to us dead, is she?”
As soon as the words had left his mouth, Talon paled. His eyes widened, and Viper watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down. Normally, the man would have been smart to be afraid, but Viper was in a very good mood tonight. Three strong Texas Teas had calmed him considerably after the Miranda incident. Tequila made him feel almost human.
“You’re right, Talon,” Viper said. “She’s not much good to us dead. I admire your sound judgment and especially appreciate your initiative in the matter. As you know, initiative is so hard to find in subordinates these days.”
Talon visibly relaxed. “So, because of where I dropped her, it might take her till morning to get to the house. It’s quite a distance, but she’ll make it. She knows the consequences if she doesn’t.”
“So you reiterated those consequences to her?” Viper asked softly.
Talon nodded, and bravely said, “I did, sir.”
“Talon, you are quickly replacing Raptor as my favorite minion.”
Talon drew back at the mention of his brother’s name but continued to look him in the eye. “Thank you, sir.”
Viper stretched out a hand, and Talon glanced at it with apprehension. “Don’t be afraid,” Viper said softly. “I’d like to shake your hand.”
Talon slid his hand into Viper’s, and his eyes widened. When he pulled his hand away, he stared down at the thousand dollar bill on his palm.
“A bonus for a job well done. No matter what the outcome tomorrow, I am more than pleased with your performance tonight.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Viper nodded and took a sip of his Texas Tea. Talon continued to stare at him. Stupid underlings never took a fucking clue.
“You may go now.”
Talon nodded that big ugly head of his and backed toward the door. When he’d closed it behind him, Viper had to listen to his whooping out in the hallway. Money always made these people happy. It was disgusting really, but he tried not to judge.
Texas Tea in hand, he settled down onto his leather couch. He stared out the glass doors into the San Antonio night, watching as the pretty twinkling lights of the city winked in the darkness. He hoped the morning would at least bring a grisly end to little Miss Carly Sunshine. That would be one huge problem down and only an entire Lucas pride and a bitchy sister to go. Unless of course they ate some of the poison too. Viper could only hope for such a stroke of good luck.
He inhaled the strong scent of his drink and smiled. “Life is fucking good.”
Chapter Seventeen
Lucia poured herself a cup of coffee and stood back to admire her handiwork. She’d set an especially fine breakfast buffet out for the family. Everyone would be in attendance, even Gabe, who always crowed over her meals like he’d never eaten anything better in his life. For him, she’d made the sausage burritos he liked so well.
And now it was time to finish heating up the syrup for the niña’s French toast. Reaching for her favorite wooden spoon, Lucia caught a glimpse of something pass through the maze of plates on the sideboard. She frowned. Her old eyes were playing tricks. She thought she’d seen a mouse. She knew better. Tomás would allow no such creature to invade her kitchen.
Still, perhaps she should check it out. She didn’t want the feast ruined by a nasty little surprise popping out of the food. Tentatively moving a heavy platter of fried potatoes from the back of the buffet table, Lucia gave a startled shriek when a mouse ran across her fingers and plunged to the floor, racing in the direction of the outside door.
“Tomás!” Lucia bellowed.
Tomás would know a summons like that usually brought a tasty morsel of food in his direction. Anything she dropped became fair game for him. She glanced around, wondering where he was then waddled as fast as she could toward the closet to grab a broom.
“Tomás! ¡Ven aquí ahora!”
The swinging door pushed open then his fat gray body rounded the corner of the counter. He glanced around, probably expecting a broken egg on the floor. When he saw nothing, he lifted his face, confused. Lucia glanced in his direction as she tottered across the floor, swinging the broom, huffing and puffing as she made her way through the kitchen.
“¡La puerta, Tomás! The door, the door!”
The mouse had reached the French door and was pushing its body frantically against the lowest pane of glass, trying to find a way out. Tomás continued to look around stupidly.
Es ciego, blind, she thought with a huff. Stupid gato.
“Tomás. ¡Un ratón! Ratón! A mouse! ¡Aquí!” She slammed the broom down on the wriggling, squealing rodent
The cat froze, his hackles rising
and his back arching as he took in the scene. Tomás immediately assessed the state of affairs and went for the kill. He hissed then howled then shot across the kitchen, his feet sliding as he dove toward the small, squeaking, terrified ball of fur. He skidded into Lucia, nearly knocking her down in his haste to capture the mouse. She cried out as she lost her balance but lifted the broom to expose his prey, and just in time, she opened the French door. Both Tomás and the pesky rodent flew out the door, rolled in midair, and landed outside on the flagstone steps with a thud.
Tyler pushed open the swinging door as Lucia quickly tossed the broom back into the closet, shutting the pantry door just a little too firmly.
“What in the hell is going on in here, Lucia?”
“Nada. Nothing, Ty.” She gave him her best innocent smile. “Not a thing. Tomás is just being his silly self. I put him outside so he wouldn’t be a nuisance.”
* * * *
Tyler shook his head in resignation, reaching for one of the biscuits.
Lucia made a smack at his hand. “Not this morning, Tyler Lucas. Everyone will be here. Let’s have a proper breakfast with la familia.”
Tyler eyed the biscuits longingly but dropped his hand and took his place at the head of the table just as Shane came in the kitchen. Shane poured himself a glass of orange juice then sat down next to Tyler. “Gabe’s on his way. He’s in the driveway.”
The swinging door slammed open, and Cougar and Dusty both bolted through the door in an attempt to beat the other to the coffee pot. They jostled each other for position, only to end up pouring both cups at once as they sat them side by side on the counter. The easy camaraderie between them on most mornings gave Tyler hope the wounds his brothers had could eventually be repaired. Despite their toughness, they each had a certain raw vulnerability that broke his heart just a little.
