Protecting Their Mate [Wolf Packs of Fate 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Let me take a look at that light.” Scott took the fixture from her and started to work. He didn’t bother consulting any websites. Instead, he was sure-handed and knew exactly what to do.

  “Foster’s right. I might be old-fashioned in my way of thinking about women, but you won’t find any man who’ll treat you better than we would. Here.” Billy scooped up the last light fixture, nodded at the space on the wall to confirm where she wanted it, and went to work.

  They did whatever she needed to have done. Foster moved clothes around and even hung more out on the racks. He questioned her often. Did she want that there? Was the lighting right now? Did she need any painting done? Maybe help with her accounting books?

  She answered most of the questions with a quick yes or no. Were they really trying to make it up to her? For that and for no other reason? Although she appreciated everything they did for her, she couldn’t help but feel more and more disappointed. What about the last time they were there? Would Billy kiss her again? Did she want him to? Or was their motive simply to help out a new business owner?

  The answer was simple enough. She wanted them all to kiss her. Hell, she wanted them all to do a lot more than that.

  After giving the store another good look, Foster gave her one of his amazing smiles. “Can you think of anything else you need to have done?”

  “No. Thanks for everything.” Yet she couldn’t let it go as easily as that. “I don’t understand what’s going on. Why are you helping me out?” Or was it more that she couldn’t believe what was happening? Would they come onto her or not?

  “For an intelligent woman, you sure can be dense.”

  “I guess so because I’m not getting it. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate everything you three have done. It’s just that—” She stopped, unwilling to take the next step. If she were wrong, she’d be humiliated. Billy’s kiss could’ve been an impulsive act he now regretted. If so, they really were there just to smooth things over. Nothing more.

  “Here’s the thing. We want you, darlin’. We want you bad.” Before she could think of a response, Foster pulled her against him. “Billy got a taste of you. Now it’s my turn.”

  He crushed his mouth to hers, catching her off guard. Her fisted hands went to his chest, but she didn’t want to fight back. Instead, she pushed against him, her hunger for him flashing alive.

  She was so damn lonely, but this had nothing to do with loneliness. Even if she’d had a hundred other men warming her bed, she would’ve still ached to have Foster. And Billy. And Scott. A feeling deep inside her broke free, whirling around at lightning speed throughout her, demanding that she give them everything and anything they wanted. Her body craved them like a starving woman would crave food. Her soul yearned to make them part of her. Her mind, filled with awful memories of her father and Robert, screamed at her to stop, but it was no match for her blatant, naked need to have them.

  Foster captured her mouth, kissing, nibbling, sucking until her lips burned with his advances. He cupped her butt cheeks and shoved her hard against him. His hardening crotch pushed against her stomach. His chest was firm against her large breasts.

  She gave in to him, suddenly wanting to do whatever she had to do to please him. Moaning, she whipped her tongue along his lips and then moaned again when he caught it and sucked it into his mouth.

  What did he taste like? She couldn’t put it into words. Instead, images evoked by his flavors floated through her mind.

  Woods.

  Leather.

  Musk.

  Man.

  Animal.

  Why try and put it into words when the images and feelings explained it well enough?

  When at last she had to draw in a full breath, she leaned her head back, breaking the kiss. He groaned a deep, low sound that vibrated into her pussy, and then he began nibbling and kissing the curve of her neck. He cupped one breast, his large hand nearly covering all of it, and massaged her nipple with his thumb.

  If I don’t stop him now, I never will.

  She was vaguely aware of the windows. Some of the butcher paper had fallen down, giving anyone walking by a chance to look inside the store. Yet she didn’t care who saw them. Hell, let the entire world see. Having a man like Foster kiss her was a thing to be proud of.

  He moved her shirt and bra aside, making room for his mouth to find her nipple. She gasped as he licked around the taut bud then added a quick nip. She arched, urging him to uncover the other breast and give it equal treatment.

  “Take it easy, man.”

  Foster stepped back. Or, rather, he was pulled back by Scott. She reached for a nearby clothes rack for support feeling as though Foster had been the only reason she’d remained on her feet.

  “We were going to take it slow, right?”

  Foster nodded at Scott, but his attention never left her face. Heat coming from both outside and inside her washed over her. Her breaths came in ragged gasps for air.

  Until, that was, Scott took her by the back of the neck and yanked her against him. A small yelp escaped her, but it was soon lost as he claimed her mouth. Once again, a strong arm wrapped around her and a hand fondled her butt cheek. He brought his other hand between her legs and covered her mons.

  “You’re damn hot, baby. Hot enough to fuck.”

  She melted at his words. Without thinking of the consequences, she silently gave in.

  Yes. Fuck me.

  He worked his hand over her jeans, rubbing and bringing out even more moisture between her legs. Hot no longer described what she felt. She was enveloped in a sexual inferno.

  Fuck me, damn it.

  Yet she couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

  Scott cupped her heavy breast and bent to take her nipple. He glanced up at her, amber flecks sparkling in his eyes and his lips curved in a soft yet wicked smile. She arched her back, urging him as she’d urged Foster to expose her other breast.

  He slipped lower, leaving her breast to be chilled by the air conditioning. Billy eased beside her, taking hold of her tit and putting his mouth, tongue, and teeth to the task of torturing her aching nub. Foster had returned, doing what she’d wanted him to do earlier, freeing her other breast.

  “Up,” ordered Foster.

  If she’d known it was going to happen, she might have stopped them. Thankfully, she didn’t. In a quick move, Scott took hold of the backs of her legs while his friends each grabbed an arm. She sucked in a hard breath as she landed on top of a nearby table.

  Oh shit yeah. It’s my fantasy coming to life.

  Scott tugged hard, bringing her jeans and her panties to her ankles. He didn’t bother getting her shoes off and, instead, shoved her legs apart as far as her clothes would allow. In the next moment, his head was between her legs and his mouth on her.

  She lay back as Foster and Billy undid her shirt and unhooked her front-opening bra. Their growls flowed warm air over her breasts a second before they grabbed them and started sucking on them again.

  They were taking her. Without her spoken permission. Without giving her time to think.

  Yet, if she’d had the time, would she have denied them? She had no doubt she wouldn’t have put up any protest.

  Passion swept in from their mouths, their tongues, their touches. She tried to concentrate on Scott’s mouth against her pussy, his tongue circling round and round her clit before driving into her pussy. She tried to focus solely on Foster’s licks and nibbles on her nipple but was soon drawn to Billy’s attack. The combination of three tongues, three mouths, and six hands was simply too overwhelming for her sex-starved mind to hold on to.

  Her body ached for them, lashed again and again by the need to have their cocks inside her. Yet, as though meaning to torture her, they remained clothed.

  “You’re ours, honey. Make no mistake about it.”

  Was she? If so, what did they mean? If she could’ve found the words to ask, she would have. But asking was beyond her now-limited capabilities.

 
Her first climax hit her hard, shuddering outward from her pussy until she was writhing on top of the table. Foster and Billy paused and studied her face, smiles of satisfaction filling theirs. Scott stood, swapping his fingers for his tongue as he drove them into her pussy. He found her spongy passion spot and added to the already wild spin. She cried out as she tried to fight back the flashing lights behind her closed eyes.

  If they could make her feel like this without even fucking her, would she be able to survive having their cocks inside her? Especially more than one cock at a time?

  She whimpered as the convulsions slowed down. Nothing had ever come close to the way they’d made her feel. “Holy shit,” she whispered.

  Surely they’d take her now. She wanted to give them what they’d given her. She wanted to see the elation on their faces as she made them come. Instead, surprising her more than she could ever have said, they pulled her clothing back into place.

  “I don’t understand. Don’t you want me?” How could they back away now? She could see their arousals clearly enough.

  “Today is for you, darlin’.” Foster swept his thumb along the curve of her jawline. “It’s our way of making it up to you.”

  “And our way of showing you what it feels like for us to take control,” added Billy.

  A look passed between Billy and Foster, but Foster didn’t reprimand his friend.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” added Scott. “Next time, we’ll get as much as we give.”

  They moved away from her, leaving her feeling lost and alone.

  Foster scanned the room. “Looks like you’re ready for tomorrow.”

  How had they switched from pleasure to business so fast? Her body still tingled from their caresses, still yearned for more. “Looks like.” Her voice wavered. She was surprised she could speak at all.

  “We’ll come back.” Billy winked then pressed a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Check you later, honey.”

  She stood there, unable to think of anything to say or do as Foster and Scott followed Billy’s example, kissing her like a sister then turning around to walk away.

  When Foster closed the store’s door, she fell against the counter and stared after them. “What the hell just happened?”

  Chapter Four

  Betsy was as ready as she’d ever be. Tomorrow would come soon enough but not fast enough for her. She stood by the door and surveyed her new store. Everything looked great. From the clothing neatly arranged for easy viewing to the decorations on the freshly painted walls, the place was perfect. She reached to turn off the lights and paused as her gaze swept from one light fixture to the next.

  Would she ever be able to look at one of the lights without thinking about the men who’d put them in place? She hoped not.

  A smile formed on her lips as a tingle much like the one they’d given her came back. She resisted the urge to hug herself. They wanted her. They’d said as much. Today’s visit had been a declaration of their intention.

  “The next time will be different. Better.” The next time she’d make sure they didn’t walk away with their cocks hard and unleashed.

  “Are you opening tomorrow?”

  Betsy jolted at the young girl’s voice. Turning off the lights, she pulled the door closed behind her and locked it before facing the girl and her friend. “That’s right. I hope you’ll come back then.”

  She knew as soon as she got a good look at the girls’ expressions that they didn’t give a damn about her store. She’d seen that same snotty look on so many other girls’ faces.

  Please, no. Not here.

  Nonetheless, she kept her smile. “Hi. I’m Betsy Cramer. I’m the owner.”

  “I’m Brittany Holan, and this is Sara Welch.”

  Betsy would’ve sworn Brittany’s nose lifted an inch higher. Yeah, she’s one of those girls.

  “We won’t be coming. Not tomorrow. Yeah. Not ever.”

  She wouldn’t let them get her down. “Why not?” Motioning toward the mannequins in the storefront, she had to ask. “Don’t you like the fashions? I have all sizes.” If they said anything about her size, she’d just smile and consider the source.

  Sara shrugged. “Sure. They’re kind of cute. And the name is good.” She leaned forward and drew in a long breath. “Although I don’t get why you did that. You can’t be one of us. Not and have anything to do with those guys.”

  Did she just sniff me? What does she mean I’m not one of them? “I don’t understand.”

  She wouldn’t have believed the nastiness of Brittany’s smirk could get any worse, but it did. “We saw what you did.”

  “I’m sorry.” Her stomach twisted in an awful way. Before she’d put the mannequins in the window that afternoon, she’d noticed the falling butcher paper. She’d wondered at the time if it had been falling down when the men were there, but she’d blocked out the possibility that someone had seen them. After all, if anyone had seen them, they would’ve had to press their noses against the windows and peek inside.

  “You and those guys. I mean I know they’re dogs and all, but do you really think they’re interested in someone like you? Even being what they are, they’re so far out of your league. It was pity sex, that’s all. Not even sex all the way.”

  She stared at Brittany. After encountering a lot of people who had joked and ridiculed her for her weight, she was still unprepared for the disgust in the young girl’s face. “I don’t think it’s any of your business.”

  Sara chimed in to support her friend’s cruelty. “Come on. Look at you. Men don’t like fat girls.”

  Betsy swallowed hard. It was difficult enough to imagine the two girls watching them, but to stand there and take their insults was too much. “For your information, there are a lot of men who like a full-figured woman.” She zigzagged a finger in front of them. “I’m not talking about little girls like you. I’m talking about woman with a capital W.”

  “Full-figured is just a nice way of saying fat.” Brittany’s tone had a little less animosity in it. “Believe whatever you want to believe. We’re only trying to keep you from getting hurt. Come on, Sara. Let’s get out of here.”

  The two girls giggled and strolled away, arms linked. Their giggles grew softer, even as they glanced back more than once and started giggling again.

  Betsy gripped the door handle until her knuckles turned white. She was used to being attacked for her weight, but there had been something more behind their awful words.

  They saw us.

  Would they tell other people? If they did, would that keep customers away? Small towns were notorious for their conservative values, weren’t they?

  Yet those weren’t the questions plaguing her the most.

  Were they right? Were Foster, Billy, and Scott toying with her? It wouldn’t be the first time men had acted interested in an overweight girl just to play around with her emotions. To those kinds of men, it was a joke, a prank, something to laugh about later on.

  She started walking, needing to move, needing to get back to the house she’d rented. She shouldn’t have let them pleasure her. Hadn’t she learned by now? Keeping her guard up was the only way to stay safe.

  She ducked her head and let her hair fall forward, hoping to cover any sign of the tears breaking free. By the time she’d made it home, however, they were running down her cheeks.

  * * * *

  “And how about you, Betsy? Have you hooked up with Billy Johnson yet?”

  Betsy was thankful she wasn’t holding her drink when Raven asked her the question. Still, she tried to get out of answering the question by picking up her drink and taking a sip. She glanced at the crowd gyrating on the dance floor of the Wolf’s Den. Although she hadn’t felt like going out, her friends had insisted.

  “Don’t forget about Scott Branton and Foster Rittenhouse. Whatever Billy’s into, Scott and Foster are into. Or should I say whoever they’re into?” Emeline made a rude gesture with her fingers then cringed as though she’d suddenly realized what she�
�d done.

  Damn it. “Hey. Who brought me into this discussion?” They’d been asking Raven about the Hardwick brothers. She’d hung back, jumping into the conversation whenever she felt as though she had to join in.

  “We did.” Raven arched her eyebrow. “Are you denying it?”

  At least the questions meant that Brittany and Sara hadn’t spread the news about what had gone on inside the store. Either that or the word hadn’t gotten around to her friends. Should she deny it outright? Or should she admit a little of it? Maybe if she did, she wouldn’t be lying to her friends. Sort of.

  “Okay, fine. I’ll admit it. I wouldn’t mind having Scott and the other two giving me a little attention.” She felt the heat rise to her cheeks. A little attention? They’d given her a lot. Not as much as she would’ve liked, but it was one hell of a start. “Or at least doing something more than helping me get the store ready.”

  She lowered her gaze, knowing she’d gotten a lot closer to outright lying. What if she told them? Would they think less of her? Or would they congratulate her? Would they think the same way Brittany had? Would they, too, say that the men had played her?

  “Really?” added Heather. “They came and helped? That’s so nice.”

  She pulled herself to together, determined not to let her fearful thoughts show. “Yeah, it was. I’m not saying I got much done while they were there, but I wasn’t about to complain. Don’t go making it a big deal, though. I’m sure they were just helping me to be nice. You know. Doing their civic duty to support a new business in town.”

  Why can’t I stop talking? Change the subject. Now.

  “I think it’s more than their civic duty.”

  Emeline was sweet to say so, but Brittany’s and Sara’s taunts came back, hard and fast. Had they been right? She didn’t want to think so. After all, no one had forced them to do what they had. In fact, they’d kind of forced her. Sort of. Still…