Stealing Hope [Midnighter Seductions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Corinne Davies

  “Oh.” Her posture relaxed ever so slightly, confirming Wolfe’s suspicions about the initial question.

  Their Atan didn’t like the idea of them dancing for other women, which was fine with him. They’d found their woman and had no need. But what he wondered about was her interest in having sex in front of the other warriors. The Midnighters, as they had started referring to themselves thanks to Destiny, were as close as brothers. He had no interest in sharing her with anyone but Falcon, but he did enjoy knowing that his brothers could share in his passion of the moment.

  “This is the main entrance.” Falcon opened one of the two glass doors for Hope and they allowed her to walk in before them. He and Falcon clasped arms behind her and the iridescence to their tattoos flashed brighter than he’d ever seen before.

  They entered into the room and the coolness washed over them. The air-conditioning was the first thing they’d insisted on being installed as soon as the building was sealed. It was so damn hot here. Although he hadn’t noticed since he and Falcon had spotted Hope sitting in the truck.

  There was the general noise associated with construction. They’d told the construction manager to hire as many men as he needed to finish the project as quickly and safely as possible. They’d researched a great deal to make this building as ecofriendly as the technology and knowledge in this world allowed.

  Also, having the tradesmen in and out of there as quickly as possible cut down on the number of men who knew how many warriors were really staying here. He, Falcon, Blade, and Thunder spent the most amount of time on this side of the portal and the workmen were used to dealing with them. They took great care not to let on the truth of their origins or that an inter-dimensional portal resided under the building they were helping to construct.

  Wires hung from around the stage area like vines from the trees back home. There were men installing flooring and more building the bar along the back. He looked down at Hope’s feet. Unfortunately, she was wearing sneakers and not the miniscule coverings that Destiny preferred. He would have happily carried her around for her own safety, which would be the excuse he would use.

  “Hey, Hope!” One of the workmen stopped installing some drywall and headed over with a couple of his friends. “Guys, this is Hope. I was telling you about her this morning.”

  Wolfe didn’t see anything wrong with Bobby’s attentions. He’d met the man’s wife and they were completely in love with each other, but his friends were looking over Hope like she was a chew toy.

  “Hi, Bobby!” Hope stepped out from between him and Falcon and shook Bobby’s offered hand. “You’re back to work already, huh?”

  “I spent nine months on the go and it’s not easy to come to a complete stop. My father-in-law called me this morning and asked me if I could help out here.” He nodded respectfully to Wolfe and Falcon, who both nodded back. They’d recognized a fellow warrior and weren’t surprised when Eddie had told them about Bobby’s background.

  “These are my friends, Jim and Donovan. We’ve known each other since high school.”

  “Nice to meet you both,” Hope replied and held out her hand.

  Donovan snatched it up and pressed his lips to the back of it. “Don’t mind my unrefined friend here, he’s married and forgotten the proper way to treat a lady.”

  “Well aren’t you a flirt? I bet you talk to all the girls like this.” Hope slid her hand from Donovan’s grasp.

  “What’s a desert flower like you doing all the way out here?” Jim took her hand after Donovan let it go and held it between both of his. Hope giggled and tugged at her hand, but Jim didn’t let it go.

  Wolfe was debating on which man he was going to kill first, Donovan for daring to put his lips on their Atan or Jim for holding on to her hand for far too long.

  Falcon stepped forward and wrapped his hand around Hope’s slender waist. “She came to see us.”

  Bobby had been watching his friends but then looked up at Wolfe and Falcon. He must have seen the annoyance in their expressions because he slapped both his friends on the shoulders. “Come on, guys, let’s get back to work and you can flirt with Hope and danger later.”

  “It was nice to meet you, gentlemen.” Hope firmly yanked her hand out of Jim’s grasp.

  Jim dies first, Wolfe decided, and he was going to make it painful.

  “I look forward to the next time I see you, Hope.” Jim was completely oblivious of the fact that every word out of his mouth was bringing him closer to his own demise.

  “There’s a dance this weekend at a bar in Deming. Why don’t you come with me?” Donovan flicked his glance up at Wolfe and Wolfe watched the color drain from the other man’s face. “…Or not.”

  Hope must have seen the panic in Donovan’s expression because she turned to look up at him. He quickly wiped any of the fury off his face and smiled down at her. “We’ll show you a bit more.”

  Falcon scooped Hope up into his arms and she squeaked in surprise, grasping at his shirt. “What are you doing?”

  “There are nails and metal filing on the ground. Wolfe and I are wearing boots. You’re not. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She might have accepted the innocent expression on Falcon’s face, but Wolfe knew that Falcon was making it obvious to every man in there that Hope was not available. This is fortunate because I don’t know how to run half the machinery in here.

  “Wow, is there a Casanova clause in your contracts?” Hope commented as Falcon carried her though the main room.

  Falcon looked over his shoulder at Wolfe and winced at that particular wording. They both remembered when Destiny had used it to describe Falcon and himself. Now, he understood why Rock and Jag had sent them to Earth so quickly. He was ready to hit the next man to look at their Atan. And Donovan had suggested she go dancing with them. He clenched his hands and fought the urge to go back and put the worker straight.

  “We usually stay back here. “ Falcon carried her through the back into their private room. The back entrance opened into their living quarters, or those of whichever warriors happened to be staying here.

  Shadow and Raven had left this morning when Derechos and Storm arrived. Blade and Thunder weren’t due to arrive for another week and a half, Earth time. The entrance to the portal was hidden under the main floor and neither he nor Falcon would risk exposing it to anyone. That meant they couldn’t take Hope home until after dark.

  Falcon placed her on her feet in front of him. “You are not going dancing with them.”

  Hope looked up at him as if he was joking, but the grin slid off her face. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I will go where I please. When I please.” She stepped back from Falcon and crossed her arms in front of her. “You kiss like a dream, but don’t think for a second that gives you any right to tell me what to do.”

  Hope didn’t look like a fragile Atan at the moment. Right now she looked like she was looking for an excuse to start yelling. Her cheeks were flushed and her chin was tilted up in the cutest act of defiance.

  “Atan, you don’t understand...” Falcon tried to step closer, but she snapped up her arm and held her hand out as if she could stop him.

  “My name is Hope, not Ann or whatever you just called me. Do you two tag team women often enough you can’t keep their names straight?”

  Wolfe could see the fire in her eyes and the color rising in her cheeks with her anger. It was the most enticing sight he’d ever seen. The angrier she got the more he wanted to see how far below the neck of her shirt she flushed. “He called you, Atan. It’s not another woman, and it’s a name we’ve never used with any other woman before you and we’ll never use it with anyone else.”

  “That is a good line.” Hope turned her blazing gaze on him. Her eyes sparked like the fireworks they’d watched the day before they’d last headed home. Their color had deepened to a dark gray blue, like an angry sky before a storm. “But I’m not naive enough to fall for it. Excuse me.”

  She lifted her chin and stormed be
tween them, anger radiating off her, but as she passed he picked up the delicate scent of her arousal. Darting out an arm, he hooked her around the waist and pulled her back against his body. Her spine pressed against his rock-hard cock and it took every shred of patience not to thrust against her.

  She gripped his arm, curling her fingers, her nails pressing against his skin. “Let. Me. Go.”

  “You have a bit of a temper, Miss Hope.” Falcon dropped to his knees in front of her and rested his hands on her hips. He glanced up at her face and winked at her. “I like it.”

  Wolfe, too, was reanalyzing his preference for quiet, biddable women. Hope had shown a fiery side a couple times now and he already knew her passion burned as hot. “Do you really want to go, Hope? Or do you want to feel what you did outside again?”

  She held herself straight as the iron bars that reinforced the concrete of the floor beneath them. Taking a chance, he rolled his hips and rubbed his hard cock against her spine. The pressure was exquisite and agonizing at the same time. He bent down and kissed the shell of her ear. “You’re beautiful when you’re angry.”

  “I’m not angry. I’m pissed.” But her voice didn’t hold the same venom it had a moment before. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side and he took advantage. Stroking his fingers down her neck he brushed her hair back away from the delicate skin.

  He watched as Falcon moved forward and pressed a kiss to the base of her throat. Hope’s body shivered under their touch and Wolfe fought the urge to strip her down and ravage her.

  “I’ll beg for forgiveness for both of us, Hope. We didn’t mean to make you angry, but I couldn’t stand there and watch those men talk to you like that.”

  “Like what? They were only being friendly.”

  “Bobby was being friendly,” Wolfe clarified. “Donovan and Jim wanted you between them, but you belong between us.” He punctuated his comment with a nip to the sensitive skin below her ear. Her scent reminded him of the breezes that came off the Great Sea at home. He could feel her life energy rippling around her and the way it easily merged with his and Falcon’s. If he wasn’t already certain that she was meant to be his, that would have told him.

  “Eddie might be waiting for me.”

  “He won’t leave without you, Atan.” Falcon slipped his hands under Hope’s shirt and raised it up, exposing the pale skin of her torso. Wolfe wanted his brother to pull it off her completely so he could touch her everywhere, but Falcon was in the mood to tease her. Hope tried to take a deep breath, but her attempt was shaky and rapid.

  “What are you nervous about, Hope?” Wolfe whispered into her ear. He felt the goose bumps rise up on her skin in reaction to his question. “Have you never been between two men before?”

  Hope shook her head and looked up at him. Her eyes had changed to a darker gray now, and he could see the concern and anticipation in her expression. She opened her mouth as if to say something but then stopped.

  “Do you trust us, Hope?”

  “I don’t know you.”

  “Then you will learn.” Wolfe reached down and caught the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her arms rose slightly but then dropped to cover her breasts as soon as they were free of her clothing.

  “I don’t. I’m not the type…”

  Falcon wrapped his hands over her fingers and nuzzled her neck. “Don’t hide from us, Atan.” He crooned against her skin. “We have never seen such beauty.”

  Hope made a little snorting sound that sounded so funny Wolfe almost laughed out loud. Thankfully he caught himself in time.

  Falcon lifted his head and looked at her with disbelief in his expression. “You don’t believe us?”

  “No, not for a moment. Men have been saying things like that for eternity if it meant they could get into a woman’s pants.

  “We have no intention of getting into your pants, Hope. Wolfe pressed a light kiss against her shoulder. Her bone structure was delicate but she was soft and welcoming in all the right places. “I assure you our goal is to get you out of them.”

  “Please, Hope.” Falcon kissed her as Wolfe continued to taste her silky skin with teasing little kisses. He could feel the tension start to leave her muscles as they tempted her.

  “Let us worship you,” he whispered against her neck, just below her ear, stroking his hands down her back and over the curve of her hips.

  A soft moan caressed his senses and he watched as Falcon gently lowered her hands, exposing her beautiful breasts. He watched as Falcon leaned closer and ran his tongue over the thin fabric that covered her breasts. Her nipples tightened and pressed against the barrier as if begging for more contact. His brother wasn’t about to ignore a request like that and the second time he sucked on the tight nub through the material.

  “Oh, god!” Hope’s voice rose as he felt her tremble.

  “Shhhh, do you want the others to hear you, Hope?” He wrapped his hands around her shoulders and slid his fingers down her sides, trapping her arms back. “Would you let them watch us pleasure you?”

  Hope shook her head slightly, but her hips rocked back against his body. That might not be the exact answer he was hoping for, but it wasn’t a complete denial. He stroked her skin and slid his hands forward to undo the button of her pants. Falcon continued to worship her breasts and she’d reached back to grab Wolfe’s thighs as best she could. He loved that she already reached to him for stability. He remembered the feel of her small hand on his ass earlier, and almost spilled his seed.

  “What about us? Would you let me watch Falcon taste your skin? Would you like knowing that as he brought you the greatest pleasure, I was watching?”

  She didn’t speak, but her breathing had grown more rapid and shaky. “What if the roles were reversed? Would you let him watch as I played with your body until you screamed out your pleasure?”

  As he spoke, he slipped his hand into her pants and cupped her pussy. She felt hot and wet under his fingertips. She gasped as he found the little hidden bundle of nerves between her legs. She mewed like a kitten as he stroked her, flooding his fingers with her cream. She might not think she wanted to be watched, but her body was reacting beautifully to the idea. He couldn’t wait to get into the pools with her and not have to worry about who came in to watch.

  Falcon slipped the straps of her bra down and exposed her breasts to them. “Oh, yes. You’re perfect,” he whispered reverently as he cupped the mounds in his hands and held them up. “Have you ever seen anything so perfect?”

  “I bet they taste like the sweetest nectar.” Wolfe slipped a hand out from her pants and painted one of her nipples with her own cream.

  “What are you doing?” Hope gasped and looked up at him. “Oh, no, you can’t. Don’t, it’s not…right.” She tried to struggle, but between the straps around her elbows and Wolfe’s arms she couldn’t move that much. He could hear that panic in her voice and didn’t understand her reaction. There was nothing better than the taste of a woman’s passion.

  He stopped his movements and met her gaze. “Hope, what’s not right?”

  “My..that…the wet. He said I don’t taste normal.”

  Wolfe took a deep breath and pushed down the urge to hunt down the man who’d spoken such a thing to her.

  “Whoever said that to you was a fool.” Falcon snapped before wrapping his lips around her breast and sucking it deep into his mouth.

  “Oh, god!” Hope cried out, but her dismay ended with the sound of a deep moan from Falcon.

  She looked up at Wolfe, obviously confused by his brother’s reaction. He took great pleasure in sucking his fingers into his mouth as she watched. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he rolled his tongue over each of his soaked fingers. Her tangy flavor coated his tongue. She tasted better than lolyich, a plant from his home known for its power to arouse those who shared it.

  “I’m going to put you on your back and lick every drop your body spills across my tongue.” Her eyes widened at his words. The shock was obvious
as her arousal painted the air around them. Falcon obviously had the same idea because Wolfe felt him tugging her pants down, exposing her. He stepped back a bit and watched

  Falcon pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She gripped handfuls of Falcon’s hair and ground herself against his chest. Falcon lifted her up and Wolfe pulled the sneakers off her feet and tugged her pants away. A moment later Falcon had her on her back on the bed and was tossing her bra over his shoulder as they shared a passionate kiss.

  Wolfe pulled his own shirt off and dropped it to the floor next to him. He undid the button on his jeans, but that was it. He wasn’t about to claim his Atan with a dozen workmen on the other side of the door. But that wouldn’t stop him from playing with her and teaching her what pleasure he found in every inch of a woman’s body.

  Chapter Four

  Falcon’s cock felt like it was going to rip the front of his jeans it was so hard. Listening to Hope’s nervous denial about her flavor angered him. What man would make a woman think that way? He started to suspect Hope might not have enjoyed a man’s touch before. Something he was certain would never cross Wolfe’s mind. Their civilization was open when it came to sharing bodies and pleasure. A woman her age would have had many lovers in Lu’um already. He couldn’t deny the primal surge that came with the idea she’d never felt a touch of a lover before now.

  His and Wolfe’s connection was deeper than most of the warriors, born of a shared tragedy. They’d both grown up in the same small village that suffered a devastating attack by the Kimil. The markings they’d been born with proved them to be warriors and they’d fought side by side as best as two small boys could. Despite their best efforts they’d both lost their mothers that day because they stood and fought back as well.

  They’d thought a soft, kind Atan would be perfect for them, one who would hide behind them for safety. While Hope showed the world a soft temperament, he’d noticed the fiery passion that simmered below the surface. A fire that made him burn with the need to feel its heat. The sooner they could get her home the better he would feel. Her potent energy would attract Kimil and he couldn’t stomach the idea of her breaking a fingernail.