Theirs to Protect (Theirs - A Double Dom Series Book 2)

by Renee Rose

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly. She moved swiftly, obviously eager. She straddled John and lowered herself onto his cock, giving the sexiest little gasp as she did.

  Keith’s cock throbbed. He stripped out of his clothes, watching his partner and Sloane in their exquisite mating dance. She rocked her hips over him, obviously seeking her own pleasure.

  “Don’t come,” he reminded her. “You don’t get to come until we give you permission. Got it?”

  She slowed and made an unintelligible sound.

  John smirked. “She’s pretty close. I think you’d better fuck her ass now.”

  He rubbed a generous amount of oil over his cock then climbed over them and held Sloane’s hips to quiet her movements. He rubbed more oil on her little rosebud.

  She whimpered with desire.

  “Don’t move, baby. I’m going to work that ass open.”

  Once more, he worked one finger inside her then two. Her flesh was more taut in this position, with her pussy full of John, and she moaned louder than ever.

  He slid her knees lower, to straighten her legs and give more slack, then brought the head of his cock to her anus.

  “Oh...oh...oh my God,” she babbled as he eased the head in slowly. “Oh please. Oh wait...oh please...yes...no…”

  He eased back out. “No?” He definitely didn’t want her to feel violated.

  “No, no, no. Please. More. Go on. I’m sorry.” She sounded delirious with need and probably overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation produced by having both holes filled simultaneously.

  He rubbed more oil on and pushed again. This time, the bulb of his cockhead slid in.

  “Oh yes,” she screamed. “Holy hell, yes.”

  “Yeah?” He panted from the effort of holding back. Her tight heat had his cock ready to explode.

  “We’re going to fuck you at the same time, baby, and then you’re going to scream both our names when you come. Got it?”

  “Yes….yes, please...let’s go. Please.”

  He grinned and he and John both began to rock into her at the same time, keeping it slow and gentle.

  She buried her face in John’s neck, whimpering. Keith felt her body trembling beneath his, the rasp of her gasps in her chest. They stroked in and eased back a dozen times until she started to come unglued.

  “Oh my god, please, oh please, please, please. I need more, I need…”

  “You need to come, baby?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He gripped her hips and picked up the rhythm. John, too, thrust harder.

  Sloane began to sob. “Oh...oh...oh fuck...it’s so good...it’s too much…it’s—” She let out a scream. “Johnkeithjohnkeithjohnkeith,” she yelled, as he’d instructed.

  He muttered a curse, holding back so he didn’t hurt her, as his own orgasm exploded. Stars danced before his eyes.

  John waited until they both finished. When Keith eased out and moved back, he flipped Sloane onto her back and pounded into her until he, too, came with a roar of satisfaction.

  Sloane laughed, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

  He settled beside her, thumbing them away, thinking at how fucking beautiful she looked, limp and undone like this, her hair a golden haloed mess around her head, her eyes bright, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing.

  Ours, he thought.

  #

  Sloane sprawled on the bed, boneless, weak from the most incredible orgasm of her life.

  Had that really just happened?

  Keith stroked light circles around her breast, watching with those intense blue eyes. “You’d better not be thinking about how to kick us out this time.”

  She gave a short bark of laughter.

  Nope, that hadn’t been her thought, although she did still have a million What-in-the-hell am-I-doing thoughts.

  “So what’s your plan, Officers? How do you see this working?” Time for an honest discussion about how in the hell they thought there might be a future for this situation.

  John settled on the other side of her, propped on one elbow. He stroked her hair.

  She closed her eyes for a moment. All their attention, both physical and emotional, felt amazing. Too amazing. She should not get used to this, because it wouldn’t work.

  “We want to keep you. Clearly you need us,” John said.

  She scoffed and started to push up onto her elbows.

  Keith put his hand on her sternum and pushed her back. “Ignore my cocky partner. We need you. You’re special, Sloane. I know we don’t know each other that well, yet, but we’d like to know you better. We’d like to keep this thing going, whatever it is.”

  “Like...all three of us?” She made a motion with her finger to all of them.

  “Yeah,” they answered in unison.

  “Just for sex?”

  “No,” Keith replied, without even hesitating.

  She glanced at John. “We want a relationship,” he stated, completely serious, not teasing for once.

  “Seriously?”

  “Let’s try it. Maybe it won’t work, but it feels perfect to me,” Keith said. “I haven’t felt anything so right since the summer I met my late wife.”

  She touched his face when his eyes clouded. Then the corners of his mouth lifted and his eyes cleared again. “Give it a shot?”

  “Just for argument’s sake, assuming things work for us as a threesome, what would we do? All move in together?”

  “Sure.” John grinned. “And you can have our babies. They’ll have two dads. Or you can pick one of us, if you really can’t do both, but we believe we can share.”

  She thought of her three failed relationships. She’d brought too much intensity to them. She’d wanted too much—more than the guys could give. Maybe what she’d needed all along was two men. She’d never be needy again, would she? She almost laughed out loud.

  “Okay.”

  John’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay?” Apparently, he’d expected more argument.

  She grinned. “Yeah. Let’s try it.” It might not work, but not giving it a chance seemed like too much of a chicken move.

  Keith rolled on top of her, smothering her with a kiss. His beard tickled. Both their facial hair added even more sensation to every kiss or lick.

  She laughed, her heart feeling so full it might burst.

  “My turn,” John said, the moment Keith came up for air. His lips came down on hers just as eagerly, and she lost her breath with the intensity of their affection.

  Two men, all for her. She’d hit the jackpot. Warmth filled her chest, and she reached for each of their hands, pulling them in toward her chest.

  “Are you sure you can handle me? I hear I’m rather demanding as a girlfriend, which I guess is why I’m still single.”

  Both men grinned. “Oh, we have plenty of ways to handle you, baby girl,” Keith said and rolled her to her belly, delivering a light slap to her ass. She pushed up to her hands and knees and crawled over Keith, ready for round two…

  Want FREE Renee Rose books?

  Click here to sign up for Renee Rose’s newsletter and receive a free copy of Owned by the Marine, Theirs to Punish, The Alpha’s Punishment, Disobedience at the Dressmaker’s and Her Billionaire Boss. In addition to the free stories, you will also get special pricing, exclusive previews and news of new releases.

  A DOMINANT ALPHA. A TEMPTING HUMAN. AN IMPOSSIBLE ATTRACTION.

  After one loser boyfriend too many, Melissa Bell swore she was done with bad boys, but when her ex puts her life in danger it is a buff, tattooed, dirty-talking alpha shifter who shows up to save her. More disturbing still, her rescuer makes it clear that he regards Melissa’s safety as his personal responsibly, and defying his instructions soon earns her punishment. Though she should be furious, her body’s reaction to the tough, handsome wolf’s stern dominance demands more.

  It doesn’t take long for Cody to wish he’d never made an alpha’s promise to protect Melissa, yet for some reason he can barel
y control himself around her. His inner wolf craves the beautiful human in spite of her snobbish attitude and constant sass, and when she is writhing over his knee, it is all he can do not to mark her and mate her right then and there.

  Each moment he spends with the alluring, feisty girl only increases his hunger for her, but Cody promised himself long ago that he would never take a human as his mate. Will his pride push Melissa away forever, just when he realizes he can’t live without her?

  –>READ NOW

  Chapter One of The Alpha’s Promise

  Melissa headed up the sidewalk to the rundown rental house where she and her loser, soon to be ex-boyfriend had lived for the past eight months. She couldn’t wait to be done with the place. Her heels clicked on the concrete, pencil skirt too constraining in the early June heat after a long day showing houses.

  She braced herself for the annoying clutter of half-filled moving boxes. At least it meant that in less than a month Jeremy would be out of her life, forever.

  The relationship never should’ve happened in the first place. She’d mistaken bonding in a crisis situation—Jeremy had saved her life after he and his buddy had kidnapped her last year—for true love. Maybe she’d just wanted what her sister had with her new husband.

  In another of her classic bad judgement moves, she’d forgiven him for the kidnapping, been grateful for his change of heart. Moved in with the guy who’d put her life in danger. That f-ed up statement pretty much summed everything up. She was too loyal, too trusting. Thought that the attraction would last. It hadn’t. Four months later she’d been totally over him, but it had taken her four more to figure out how to get out of their lease, even after they’d broken up. Her stuff was already packed into boxes. By this time next month she’d be free of Jeremy and this dump.

  She unlocked the door and pushed it open, then stopped dead with a gasp.

  The place had been wrecked. Destroyed.

  Boxes had been opened and emptied—stuff was strewn everywhere. The pottery dishes she’d bought from her artist friend in college lay in a broken heap, paintings had been torn from the walls and smashed.

  A sob rose in her throat. She turned in a slow circle, her heart thumping hard in her chest. When she saw the maroon spray-painted words scrawled across the back wall, she screamed.

  Pay up by Friday or you both die.

  A sheet of ice flashed through her. She literally couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Her body trembled all over. Her hand closed around her cell phone, but something stopped her from calling 911.

  This wasn’t just a break-in. It was personal. And it had something to do with Jeremy. Had something happened at the dispensary? He was always afraid they’d be robbed at gunpoint—it had happened at other dispensaries because they took in a large amount of cash.

  Oh, God. She should’ve known. She should’ve run fast and hard from Jeremy the moment they were free of the kidnapping trauma.

  He had a knack for landing in trouble. He associated with the wrong sorts of people. He liked to party and used drugs. He might even deal harder stuff out the back door of the dispensary—she didn’t know, she’d been turning a blind eye to all that.

  Would calling the cops ensure someone’s death? She gulped. Hers?

  With trembling fingers, she dialed her twin sister instead. Ashley and Ben had gone to the Canary Islands for their honeymoon. She shouldn’t bother them, but… she really didn’t know what else to do.

  “Hey, Mel,” her sister’s voice called gaily through the earpiece.

  “I’m sorry to bother you.”

  Her sister instantly picked up on the pinched, wobbly quality of her voice. “What is it, Mel? What happened?” Ashley asked sharply.

  “I-I’m not sure. I just came home and the place has been wrecked. And there’s a spray-painted message on the wall.” She told her sister what it said, without having to voice her suspicions about it being some trouble of Jeremy’s. Ben and Ashley already had the lowest opinion of him.

  “I’m going to check upstairs, do you mind staying on the phone with me?”

  “Of course I don’t mind, but do you think you should call the police?”

  She walked up the stairs, holding the phone tight against her ear, as if it somehow made her sister closer.

  Ben’s sharp tones had started at the mention of police, and she listened to her sister explain to him what had happened.

  The intruders had trashed the bedroom upstairs, too. Her dresser drawers had been dumped onto the floor, hamper unloaded. It looked like they’d even torn the carpet up from the floor. What had they been looking for? Money?

  “Mel? Ben’s going to call someone he knows in Colorado Springs, so just sit tight, okay?”

  “Okay.” She was more relieved than she cared to admit to hear that Ben knew what to do.

  “I’ll call you right back,” Ashley promised.

  She hung up and stared at the mess, tears burning her eyes. What should she do? She wished she could pack up all her stuff and get out that second, but she didn’t know where to go. Where could she rent a place on such short notice? And she didn’t want to rent, dammit, she’d been so excited to buy her own place.

  Ben Stone, her twin sister’s wealthy new husband, had offered to help her with a down payment so she could buy a house of her own.

  The sound of a car door slamming made her look out the window. Jeremy had better have a solution for—

  But it wasn’t Jeremy.

  Three lethal-looking guys got out of a dark blue Range Rover and strode purposefully to the front door. They didn’t bother knocking and she stupidly hadn’t locked it.

  Holy hell. They were here, in the house. They were going to kill her.

  Heart jammed up high in her throat, she dived for the closet, squirrelling back behind the clothes.

  Please don’t let them search the house.

  Her phone lit up, the first note of the ring sending her into a wild swiping frenzy to shut it off. It went silent. She held her breath, listening to hear if the men downstairs had noticed, but only heard the sound of their voices calling to each other. Were they moving in to wait for her and Jeremy?

  Her hands shook so hard, she could hardly read the phone, but saw it had been Ashley calling.

  She texted her back.

  They’re in the house.

  * * *

  Cody Steele washed the plaster off his trowel and wiped everything clean. Almost finished—just a couple of quick coats of paint over this repaired hole in the wall and the house would be ready to go on the market. Buying historic buildings and homes, fixing them up and selling for a tidy profit had put his restless, hands-on personality to good use. CJ Steele properties had become well known in Colorado Springs for their real estate successes and his company provided jobs for most of the wolves in his pack.

  Not bad, considering his dad had thrown him out of the pack at sixteen, saying he’d never amount to anything. It was a source of pride that he’d started and made his business successful completely on his own, starting a pack in a city where they’d previously been loose members of the Denver pack.

  His cell phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket and frowned. Ben Stone, the alpha from Denver. What in the hell did he want?

  He answered it. “Cody speaking.”

  “Cody? Ben Stone, from Denver.”

  “I know who you are.”

  “I need a favor from you—a big one.” There was a curt sense of urgency in the guy’s voice.

  He ground his molars. Pretty presumptuous for a guy who hadn’t offered him or his pack even a hello since he took over as alpha nine months ago. “I don’t recall owing you one.”

  Stone didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be the one owing. My sister-in-law lives in Colorado Springs and she’s run into trouble. I’m out of the country or I’d come down myself to handle things.”

  “What kind of trouble?”

  “Her place got broken into. There’s a threatening message spray-painted on
the wall. Probably her loser ex-boyfriend got himself into some trouble, but she’s not involved. I need you to keep her safe.”

  Fuck.

  This was the last thing he wanted to get involved in. But having Ben Stone in his debt would only be a good thing for his pack. Ben had all kinds of resources, money being at the top of the list. He also had a large pack with members of every skill set, and being friendly with them would mean he’d never have to turn to his father’s pack for help. And he’d rather die than do that.

  “Steele?”

  He blew out his breath. “Yeah, okay. What’s the address?”

  “I’ll text it to you. You’ll go right now?”

  “I’ll go. What’s her name?”

  “Melissa. Steele—alpha’s promise you’ll give her pack protection.”

  Shit. What in the hell was he getting himself into? Stone wanted him to vow his own life to protect her. Well, that’s what wolves did.

  “Yeah,” he grunted. “Alpha’s promise.”

  “Thank you.”

  He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand across his face. He’d live to regret this.

  Because his pickup was full of painting supplies, he left it in front of the house and jogged the few blocks to his own place, where he hopped on his motorcycle and checked the address Ben had texted.

  His wolf instincts kicked into gear before he got there, putting him on high alert. He cut the engine and coasted silently up to a small two-story house. A dark blue Range Rover was parked in front, behind a white Toyota pickup. Tingles of warning raced across his skin.

  The front door stood open and male voices barked inside. He skirted the building to peer through a window. Three guys sat on the couch. They all sported guns and one wore a fancy suit.

  A chill made the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. Looked like Junior Rabago, a drug dealer out of Denver. He moved heavier drugs like cocaine and heroin through one of the local marijuana dispensaries. If Ben’s sister-in-law was tied to him, this was bigger trouble than he’d imagined.