Dreams of the Wolf [The Gray Pack 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lori King

Bryson let out a loud belly laugh as she walked away. “There’s the Ice Queen we know and love. You better be careful that your smart tongue doesn’t overload your cute ass, ice.”

  “Thick crust, boys, with extra cheese!” The door clicked shut behind her, and Thomas heard the lock snick into place. Turning back to Bryson, they shared a grin between them.

  “So, two mates, huh?”

  Thomas nodded as his smile slipped from his face. “Yeah, so it seems. But—”

  Bryson pulled the phone book out of the drawer of the nightstand and began flipping through it. “But what?”

  “I’m human. Why would fate put her with me, when you can protect her better than I can?” Thomas asked. He could hear the frustration and doubt in his own voice, and he jumped up to pace the room. His agitated nerves wouldn’t let him settle, and he prowled the room while Bryson ordered the pizza. The silence was deafening when Bryson hung up the phone and turned to watch Thomas’s movements.

  “From what I’ve already seen, our girl needs more than one mate to keep her safe. And if what you told me is right, you won’t be human long. When you mate with KJ you will change, right?” Bryson asked.

  Thomas froze in his tracks and stared at the bathroom door. Bryson was right. Being KJ’s mate meant he would have to give up his human life and change into a werewolf. “Shit. How does the mating thing work?”

  “Umm…didn’t you say you were a doctor? What did they teach you in medical school?”

  Thomas rolled his eyes, as he sat down at the small table. “I don’t need you to teach me about sex, dumbass, how does the werewolf mating…er…bond…happen? What exactly is the mating lust?”

  Bryson shifted so that he was lying back on the bed propped up on his elbows and looked at Thomas skeptically. “Your sister is a werewolf, so she had to have bonded with her mate, and you’re telling me you never thought to ask her how it worked?”

  “It’s my sister for God’s sake! In my head she’s still a six-year-old with pigtails and two missing front teeth. I don’t even want to imagine her and Liam—” Thomas shuddered. “Just answer the question please?”

  “Werewolf mating is done in three parts. The first is the mating lust. It’s an unquenchable thirst for the other person. You crave touching them, tasting them, being close to them. I never believed the urge would be so strong, but nearly the instant KJ was brought in and I caught her scent I was rock hard and desperate to get to her. Like I told her, I’m battling my wolf right now to keep from rushing that bathroom door and fucking her against the wall. Damn, she’s got a hot body, and those eyes…She’s gorgeous!”

  Thomas adjusted his own hard cock, and glanced at the still closed door. “Yeah, I’m not sure she would appreciate the thought right now. She’s doesn’t seem to be reacting to us the way we’re reacting to her.”

  “Oh yeah she is. She’s just fighting it. I saw her cheeks flush pink when we had her between us earlier, and the scent of her arousal is frying my brain. Trust me, she’s feeling it, too. Anyways, the second part is the sex. It’s supposed to be the most mind-blowing sex you can even imagine when it’s between two true mates. It would probably be like a nuclear meltdown with three…” Bryson frowned again, and sat up with his fists clenched. Even if they had come to some sort of peaceful agreement between the two of them, it still wasn’t going to be easy to share a woman with a stranger. “The last piece of the puzzle is the bite. Werewolves mark each other with a bite—usually on the shoulder or neck. It’s supposed to happen during sex, but I know of couples that marked each other without the sex.”

  “The biting is when the change is triggered in humans. That much I do know. Why the neck or the shoulder? I’ve seen Tina’s mark, and Caroline, the Gray Pack’s Alpha Bitch, has two matching marks.” Thomas couldn’t imagine marring KJ’s snow white skin with a scar from a sex bite. It seemed demeaning to her, and slightly disgusting to him.

  “Werewolves maintain a traditional culture. We go by scent, and by ownership. I know it sounds bad, but mates own each other in our world. The bite mark is a claim of ownership on your mate, proof to everyone, especially other males, that she has been claimed. Once the mating is done, our scents change. It’s obvious to me when I walk up to a woman that is mated because she smells like her mate. And vice versa, males take on some of their female’s scent.” Bryson stood and moved to the door. “Pizza’s here.”

  “I don’t hear anything?” Thomas questioned, but he accepted the cash Bryson handed him to pay for the food.

  “That’s because the car just turned into the parking lot. It will be at our door in about two minutes.” Bryson shrugged when Thomas gave him a quizzical look. “Wolf hearing, man, another perk of the wolf.”

  The proof was in the pudding when a knock sounded a minute or so later and Thomas paid the delivery guy for the pizzas. Bryson went to the bathroom door, and knocked lightly.

  “Hey, Goldilocks, are you clean yet? Pizza is here.”

  KJ tugged the door open to face a grinning hunk of blond man, and she narrowed her eyes at him. “Goldilocks? I think you better get your fairy tales straight. Little Red Riding Hood had to deal with the wolf, not Goldilocks. She had bears—God help the girl.” Tightening her grip on the tiny hotel bath towel that was wrapped around her body, she stepped out into the room.

  Thomas was standing a few feet away with a pizza box in his hand and a lust-glazed look on his face. His jaw was slack, and his nostrils flared, making her pussy contract with need. Bryson stood inches away, so that she could feel the heat rolling off of him, and her wolf pranced inside of her, butting against her chest with a desperate need to reach out to her mates. Clenching her teeth, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to clear her head. Immediately, she realized her mistake, as the scent of aroused male filled her nose, and a moan slipped from her throat.

  “Are you okay, little one?” Thomas was instantly at her side, running his hands over her, checking for injuries. Her eyes popped open to meet his concerned gaze, and she choked on her own tongue. Too close. Too much. They were just too much to handle right now.

  She took a step backward and stumbled, but both men caught her, holding her upright. Bryson with one arm wrapped around her waist, and Thomas with both hands in his large grip. Standing between their two muscular forms, she felt small and petite, and ridiculously horny.

  “She’s fine, Tom, it looks like our girl is fighting off the mating lust right now. You know, ice, there is no need to fight it. Tom and I will gladly help you scratch the itch you’re feeling. You already know we want you.” Bryson bent to speak against her neck and he pressed a soft kiss there before gently nipping at the skin. Her knees nearly buckled at the electricity that raced through her body, and her wolf howled with delight in her head.

  A moment of indecision and a quiet tension filled the air, while she struggled with herself. Her body physically needed them, but her mind was fighting it every step of the way. The moment she gave into them, there would be no turning back. In fact, Thomas would be the one doing the turning, because he would be giving up his humanity to be her mate. There was just too much riding on it to make the decision while she was hungry, exhausted and worried about her parents.

  “Thank you for the offer, Shakespeare, but I think I’ll pass. Right now, all I can think about is food. Did you get extra cheese?” She pushed at Thomas’s hands where they still gripped hers, and instead of letting her go, he pulled her with him as he moved back to the table. There was enough disappointment in his gaze to make her cringe with regret over her casual dismissal, but she needed a little more time to process this. Accepting her mates meant giving up her dream of time alone.

  Pulling out a chair for her, Thomas handed her a napkin while she selected her slice of pizza. “I’m sorry I don’t have anything more for you to wear, little one.”

  “It’s okay, Devin said Rafe and his crew went on to Quiver Creek, while Ryley and the others searched for us. They should be here by morning. I can ge
t some clothes from my bag then. Being a werewolf sure wreaks havoc on a girl’s wardrobe.”

  Thomas and Bryson both chuckled, and KJ tried not to notice Bryson’s still semi-hard erection tenting his pants, or the way Thomas’s bare muscular chest flexed when he moved. No matter what her dreams had been, she knew there was no way she was going to be able to let these two go. Every moment she spent with them, they seemed to be wrapping themselves around her insides somehow. She was starting to understand the big bang everyone talked about with the mating lust. It just seemed to capture her mind, body, and soul, until separation was impossible.

  “So, tell me, how do the other threesomes in your pack make it work?” Bryson asked as he took a seat on the nearest bed with a slice of pizza in his grip.

  KJ looked at Thomas, who shrugged, and shoved pizza in his mouth. Rolling her eyes, she turned back to Bryson. “I’ve only known them for a little while. Rafe and Ryley are my brothers, my parents left them with the Gray Pack when they were kids while they went on the run from Nicolas. My understanding is that Caroline met Devin and Damon Gray, the pack Alphas, after her home caught fire. Devin and Damon are both firefighters who were called to fight the fire. They are identical twins, but they were pretty surprised to find out that they were sharing a mate. When my brothers met their mate, Shandi, they said that they never even second-guessed that she was going to be a shared mate. It was just how it worked. Are there no group matings at all in your pack?”

  “Not that I’ve ever heard of. So, both of the other trios have pairs of siblings in them. It’s really strange that you ended up with two strangers.” Bryson gave Thomas a doubtful glance.

  “I get it. You’re freaked out by this whole thing, Bryson, so am I, but trust me when I tell you that Thomas is undoubtedly my wolf’s mate too,” she snapped at him, and he threw his hands up in a defensive gesture.

  “Hey, I was just making a comment. Considering how easily I knew you were my other half, I can’t doubt you. I’m just trying to adjust to the idea of sharing my mate with a guy I just met.”

  KJ stuffed a bite of pizza in her mouth, and simmered on his words. Bryson was right. He and Thomas were strangers too. It had to be just as weird for the two of them. Hell, she hadn’t even known Thomas for a full day yet, and she’d only spent the last couple of hours with Bryson. Frustration filled her chest as she forced herself to eat the pizza. She could barely taste it going down, and the way her stomach was twisted in knots, she wasn’t sure that it would stay down.

  “Can we like, share bios or something? I would like to know a little more about the two people I’m going to have cubs and spend the rest of my days with,” Bryson said as he accepted another slice of pizza from Thomas.

  Thomas glanced at her, and when she shrugged this time, he gave her a small smile. “I’ll start, I guess. You already know I’m a doctor. I’ve been working at a wound care clinic in Kansas City for the last couple of years. When this trip came up, Tina and Devin thought that I might like to change careers, and move into the den. I actually jumped at the chance. Believe it or not, it felt right. When we get back to the den, Tina and I are planning to open a medical clinic there, so that the sick and injured pack members don’t have to travel into town when they need help.”

  “Tina’s your sister, right?”

  “Yeah, she’s actually a pediatric nurse, so it will work out great for us to open the clinic. Caroline Gray was an emergency room nurse, but she’s pregnant with twins right now. Hopefully she will be able to help us out some, too, when the twins are older. Anyways, my parents are still living, and I hit the boxing ring to spar daily, other than that, I have spent most of my time working to pay off school loans. Your turn.” Thomas gestured with another slice of pizza at KJ.

  “Hi, I’m Katie Jo Whetstone, and I’m twenty-four—”

  “Shit! You’re only twenty-four?” Thomas interrupted, jumping out of his chair. “I’m eight years older than you are! Shit.”

  “Shut up and listen, old man, I want to hear her story,” Bryson said with a laugh. KJ rolled her eyes at Thomas’s dramatics.

  “Age is just a number. I grew up everywhere, but mostly in Quiver Creek, Wyoming. My parents have told me for years that a bad man was after us, and would kill me if he found me. They were right.” She paused to take a deep breath and Thomas and Bryson both reached out and touched her to comfort her. “I got my diploma via homeschooling, but I’ve never been to college. I had this wild-ass dream of running away from everything after I got my parents settled in Kansas City, but it seems that fate isn’t interested in my dreams. I found my two brothers when I reached K.C., only to have one of them call me a liar and vehemently deny our shared lineage. I spent a week listening to people try every possible way to counter my story, then I stumbled into my mate—who is not too old for me—but didn’t exactly show up at the ideal time. Only to get wolf-napped, threatened, abused, and finally come face-to-face with a second mate that I’m not ready for. Now I’m sitting in a dirty motel room, wrapped in a towel, eating greasy pizza that will go directly to my already wide ass, and praying to God that my brothers get here before I do something I will regret because my inner wolf is having a hormone surge.”

  All of the air expelled from her lungs in a huge whoosh when she finally finished, and she just sat staring at her pizza for a second, awaiting their response. When neither spoke, she finally looked up. Thomas and Bryson were both watching her intently with lust-darkened eyes again. A shiver ran down her back, and she tugged her towel tighter around her. This was getting damned uncomfortable. She wasn’t going to be able to deny her physical need for the two men much longer.

  “Little one, your ass is not wide, it’s perfect, and I am dying to show you how much I like it,” Thomas said, drawing her gaze to his melted-chocolate eyes. There was fire there, and the muscles of his neck and shoulders twitched as he fought to control himself.

  Bryson moved to kneel in front of her. “KJ, I know we don’t know each other yet, and we all had plans before this happened, but at least tell us you’re willing to give this a chance.”

  His brilliant green gaze was hypnotic, and she nodded her agreement before she even realized she’d done it. The smile that spread across his face melted her heart, and she smiled back. He surprised her further when he brushed a soft sweet kiss over her lips, and then pulled back before she could beg for more. “Thank you. Are you done eating yet, peaches?”

  “Yeah, I guess I wasn’t as hungry as I thought,” she said with a wide yawn. “That or finally getting all of that off my chest was what I needed to rest.”

  “You crawl into the bed while Bryson and I clean up. We’ll be there in a minute,” Thomas said, cupping her chin in his hand while Bryson stood up.

  “Both of you?” KJ squeaked, her eyes going wide. They were both going to get into the bed with her, touching her, close to her, and somehow she was supposed to resist them? How was that going to happen?

  “Yes, both of us. If we’re going to be mates, you’re going to have to get comfortable with both of us. I don’t know about Bry, but I’m a pretty affectionate guy, so I plan on holding you close every night from here on out. Nothing will happen if you don’t want it to, little one,” Thomas said, tossing their used napkins in the trash and meeting her gaze.

  “Ditto that, Tom. I’ll be the spoon from the backside. I can’t wait to feel that lush ass against my…well, I guess I’ll save that for another day. Into bed with you now, peaches.” Bryson lifted the edge of the covers, and helped her settle onto the bed. Just before he covered her up, he reached out and whipped off her towel, causing her to yelp in surprise. “No need for that shield, ice, no one here wants to hurt you.”

  He tucked the blanket up to her chin, and bent to capture her lips. Instantly fire raced over her body and straight through to her clit. Her pussy moistened so much from kissing him that she was having a hard time thinking straight. His tongue pushed past her lips and stroked over hers, while his scent filled h
er nose and melted her control. Both of her hands went up to his shoulders and clutched at him. Desperately trying to push him away, and drag him closer.

  The need she felt growing in her stomach overwhelmed the fear she had been battling against, and she moaned into his mouth. If her lips had been free she might have begged him, but all she could do was grip him harder and press her chest up against his. The rough fabric of the motel bed sheet was abrasive on her nipples. All of the sensations she was feeling were foreign to her, but she couldn’t bring herself to be scared of what was happening. It was nature, and she wanted it to happen. More than she wanted to breathe, she wanted Bryson to make love to her at that moment.

  When Bryson suddenly pulled back and broke their kiss, he stared down at her with lust-darkened eyes. “Yep. You are definitely my mate. I’ve never had a kiss like that in my life, love.”

  “That was fucking hot,” Thomas said from a few feet away, reminding KJ that they weren’t alone. She blushed, feeling ashamed at the blatant way she had rubbed against Bryson, like a bitch in heat. He must have noticed her withdrawal, because he was suddenly next to her on the bed, gripping her chin so that she was forced to look him in the eye. “Don’t do that! Don’t turn away and refuse us. I wasn’t lying, little one. Seeing Bryson kissing you was hot, and for whatever reason I’m not feeling even a bit of jealousy…Well maybe little, but only because it was his lips on you without mine on you, too.”

  Just like that Thomas swooped in for a kiss of his own, and stole KJ’s remaining ability to think or speak. She felt Bryson draw the covers down so that her breasts were exposed, but she wasn’t prepared when his mouth engulfed one of her hard nipples. A scream broke free from her voice box, but was lost in Thomas’s mouth. Having them both touching her was like dipping into a pool of lava. Her body was on fire, and she writhed underneath them, asking silently for release.

  She could feel Bryson cupping her breast, as Thomas devoured her mouth, and she reached out to hold onto them. On one side her fingers tunneled into Bryson’s hair, holding him close to her now swollen breast, while on the other side she cupped Thomas’s jaw, running her finger over the whiskers that covered it.