Stanley, Gale - Spitfire [Southwest Shifter 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Gale Stanley

  He’d already fucked up once in the Alpha’s eyes. He’d dated Janis Outlaw when she lived in Philadelphia and managed her brothers’ apartment building. The first time he stepped foot in her apartment he’d seen a picture of her twin brothers and their wife, Sable. Sable looked like a she-wolf, and he’d contacted Alex immediately. The Alpha had sent Noah and Wade to Black Wolf Gorge, and they had confirmed his suspicions. Roy had ordered the two Lycans to kidnap Sable and her twin infant boys. Janis and the rest of her family came to their rescue. Those idiots Noah and Wade decided Janis was their mate, and Alex suddenly developed a conscience. Now the human female was living with the pack and had borne a half-breed daughter. The Alpha had blamed himself, not Roy, for the kidnapping, but Roy didn’t want to make waves again. He needed Alex’s financial backing and his approval. He was in love with him, had been since the day Alex found him in Boston. So he intended to handle this little bitch very carefully. Before long she’d be eating out of his hand and begging to be part of his research.

  “What’s my position here?” Ayala asked.

  On your knees, sucking me off. “Anything and everything. Unfortunately I’ve decided to let Lucy go. She’s been an excellent assistant, but she’s not one of us, and I need someone I can trust implicitly by my side. Someone I can confide in. Someone who knows our people intimately and can assist in my research. That someone is you, Ayala.” Her lips parted, and he imagined his tongue thrusting between them.

  Ayala’s eyes opened wide. “I’m flattered, Roy. I hope I can be everything you need.”

  “There’s not a doubt in my mind.” His mouth twitched in a wry smile. “You’re exactly what I need.” He stood up and came around his desk. “You’ve seen everything, the private offices and consultation rooms and the main laboratory upstairs, but now I want to show you my private lab.”

  She followed him through a door on the right that opened to a hallway and the other areas of Roy’s suite: two exam rooms, a conference room, and a bathroom. He stopped in front of a private elevator at the end of the hallway. “This will take us down to my lab where the real research goes on.”

  * * * *

  Inside, Ayala cringed. She hated confined spaces. If the doors didn’t open in the next five seconds, she might turn tail and run. “Can we take the stairs, Roy?”

  “Sorry, this is the only way down. Too many access points make it easy for intruders to get in.” He studied her with a curious intensity. “Only one other person knows about this lab, and that’s Alex.”

  “I won’t tell anyone. You have my word.” She stared at her smudged reflection in the metal doors. Wolf eyes stared back at her, slanted, amber, and predatory. What the hell was she scared of?

  Roy took a ring of keys from his pocket and used one to unlock the door. Then he stood aside so Ayala could enter first. He was counting on her. She lifted her chin, resolved not to show an ounce of discomfort. The doors slid shut behind them like the jaws of a metal monster. Ayala had to give Roy some credit for looking so at ease in this airless death trap. He pressed a button, and the car started to move down. She lifted her head to watch the number display, but there was none. As if she weren’t claustrophobic enough. She clutched the metal handrail as the elevator lurched to a stop, and the doors opened to a small vestibule.

  “There are patient rooms through there.” Roy pointed to a hall on the right then led her straight ahead to the laboratory.

  Ayala wrinkled her nose at the scent of bleach and antiseptic. Her gaze swiveled over file cabinets and a desk with computers and other equipment. Security cameras were mounted on the walls. The large area was divided into smaller sections by counters and cubicle walls. Everywhere she looked she saw equipment, microscopes, racks of vials and beakers, syringes, and much more she had no idea what they were.

  It was all Greek to her, but Roy assured her he would teach her everything she needed to know. They ended up in an exam room and she tried not to let on how intimidated she really felt.

  “If you want to change into scrubs, that’s fine. Or you can wear a lab coat over your clothes.” Roy opened a closet, took out a white coat, and held it out so she could slip her arms into it. Twirling in front of a mirror, she admired her reflection. She smiled up at Roy.

  He smiled back. “You look like you belong here.”

  Chapter Eight

  Lying on a paper-covered exam table, with her feet in metal stirrups and her legs spread, was a new and unwelcome experience for Ayala. She had no false modesty, but this was an awkward position to be in if she wasn’t here having sex. When Roy enlisted her help with his research and told her there would be medical procedures, she had no idea they’d be so invasive.

  Through the years their Alpha had collected samples of blood and other bodily fluids to be sent to Philadelphia for testing. Ayala had assumed this would be more of the same. Roy had shocked her the first time he told her to get undressed and climb up on the table. Lycans rarely got examined. Their kind didn’t get sick. She’d never been poked and prodded so much.

  Roy had explained that medical research always involved clinical drug trials. Without them, the humans wouldn’t have discovered the cures for many of their diseases. He told her that people fought over the chance to be test subjects.

  When he took her medical history, she had to admit she’d been taking birth control pills. He’d been furious, telling her she was harming her body and possibly destroying any chance of getting pregnant in the future. At first she became angry, but after thinking about it, she changed her mind. He was the doctor after all. She handed them over and promised not to put anything into her body unless he okayed it.

  But now doubts were beginning to creep into her head. Hopefully, it would all be worth it one day. Roy had promised to fund her education. She could study to be a real nurse, or even a doctor. Then she’d be able to understand the true value of Roy’s work, and they would be real partners. She would have the life and career she always wanted and make a real contribution to her people at the same time. It was her dream.

  “Everything looks good.”

  Ayala forced a smile and pushed against the stirrups to straighten her knees and slide back on the table.

  Roy watched her like a hawk. It made her uncomfortable. “Roll over.”

  Ayala sighed and did as she was told, pillowing her head on her arms and steeling herself for the prick of the hypodermic.

  “Good girl.” Roy massaged her ass where he’d injected the drugs. He’d told her it helped to disperse the drug and minimize discomfort, but there was no minimizing what she was feeling today.

  Warmth spread from the injection site to the surrounding tissue until her entire pelvic region throbbed and burned. The liquid heat Roy dispensed flowed like lava through her veins and warmed her extremities. Her sensitive skin flushed pink and prickled with sensations unlike anything she had ever experienced before. A surge of pure animal lust made her cunt weep to be filled, and she ground her throbbing pussy against the table. The friction of stiff paper against her heated clit didn’t offer enough relief, and she squirmed under Roy’s touch.

  “What’s wrong, Ayala?”

  “I don’t know,” she whimpered. “I feel…different.”

  “Tell me.” Roy grabbed her chart from an instrument table and made a note. “Describe everything you feel.”

  She couldn’t bring herself to tell him how suddenly aroused she was.

  “Don’t be shy. It’s important to our research that I know everything.”

  “Oh, God…” Her breathing got heavier as she wiggled her hips against the paper. “Roy, I…I’m burning up.”

  “Turn over, Ayala.”

  She couldn’t bring herself to move and lose the pressure of the table on her heightened nerve center. Roy gripped her roughly and rolled her onto her back.

  Her hands went immediately to her sore, swollen breasts, and she couldn’t contain a moan as she rubbed the distended nipples. Her skin flushed redder as her arousal
went up another notch. “What did you do to me?” Ayala whimpered.

  Roy ignored the question, instead reaching between her legs to examine her throbbing pussy. She jerked at his touch. “Keep still,” he snapped. “Or I’ll restrain you.”

  Surprised, Ayala stilled immediately and looked up at him. He’d never spoken to her like that before. Something had gone wrong, and he must be worried about her. Alarm bells went off, and her body broke out in a cold sheen of sweat as she anxiously endured his examination.

  He spoke to himself, as if she were no more worthy of attention than a lab rat. “Labia extremely red and swollen, clitoris is prominent.” His fingers slid inside her, and he licked his lips. “Excellent. There are internal changes such as the shape of the vagina and the position of the uterus.” He cleaned his hands with a towel and added some notes to his clipboard.

  Ayala tried again. “What’s wrong with me?”

  A broad smile lit his face. “There’s nothing wrong with you. This is all good. You’re in heat.”

  Good? “Heat?” She looked up in shock. “When will it stop?”

  “One more dose tomorrow and then on to phase two. I promise you’ll feel much better at that stage.”

  Thank God! There was an antidote, some remedy that would return her body to normal. “What’s phase two?” One hand slid over her belly to her cunt, and she trapped it between her thighs, trying to relieve the continuous ache.

  “That’s when we make history. You and me, Ayala, partners in every way.”

  A tingle of apprehension ran up her spine. “I don’t know, Roy,” she moaned. “I can’t do this for another hour, let alone a day.”

  “Do what you’re doing, Ayala.” His eyes glittered. “Masturbate. It’ll help.”

  Oh God. What had she gotten herself into? Roy’s drugs made her crave a man’s touch, a hard cock flooding her with cum. She couldn’t take much more.

  All-consuming need sparked every nerve ending. Her fingers, slick with her fluids, slipped inside her soaked pussy, and she shivered as her walls contracted around them. It wasn’t enough. Right now, she wanted, no, desperately needed Brady and Cade filling the empty void inside her. Her womb tightened at the thought.

  Her clit throbbed, wanting attention. Breathing hard, her fingers danced on the hard engorged button. Her own touch felt good, but Brady could make it feel so much better. She wanted his hot, wet mouth on her pussy, his tongue stroking her clit as Cade suckled her breasts. She panted like a dog, remembering the pleasure of having them both inside her at once. Her fingers moved faster. A moan escaped from her throat as she stoked an internal fire that threatened to combust and turn her to ash. So intense…So primal…She howled as her orgasm came in a wild explosion of overwhelming contractions. When her body stilled, she sprawled, completely spent. Somehow, she would get through the next few days, and then Roy would give her an antidote and she could get on with her life.

  * * * *

  Ayala woke during the night, feverish and achy with a feral need that made her wolf fierce and edgy. For a minute she didn’t know where she was, and then she remembered Roy carrying her through the dark labyrinth of the subbasement and putting her to bed in one of the small cell-like patient rooms. She’d been so exhausted, and the thought of covering her hypersensitive skin with clothes and going back to the condo was unbearable. She couldn’t even tolerate a sheet over her body. When Roy suggested she spend the night here, she had agreed.

  She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the narrow bed. Priority number one was finding a toilet. Stumbling as she stood, she took a minute to let the dizziness pass, then, still naked, padded down the hall to the bathroom. The flesh between her thighs was rubbed raw but already healing and throbbing for more attention. Once outside the bathroom, she leaned back against the wall and stroked her pussy, trying to tamp down a growing arousal. Her vivid imagination supplied a soundtrack of Brady’s growls. Suddenly she froze. The growls were real, not just her imagination, and she followed them across the small elevator foyer to a locked door on the other side. There were wolves in there. She could hear them, smell them. She wanted to see them.

  She’d seen keys in the exam room, and she ran back there to look. They were still there. A key ring sat on top of Roy’s clipboard. It held enough keys for the entire facility. Hoping one of them would unlock the mysterious room, she grabbed them and headed back.

  She almost dropped the keys as she tried one after the other. The growls got louder the longer she stood there. Finally, a key inserted and turned. Ayala threw open the door, and her jaw dropped. A large, steel cage with two mating wolves filled most of the room. The male looked up at Ayala and snarled before going back to his crazed humping. Understanding broke through Ayala’s confusion and her heart pounded against her ribs. A clipboard hung on the wall, and Ayala took it down with shaky hands. Most of the medical jargon was gibberish to her, but one thing stood out, a page that charted seven doses of a drug.

  Ayala let out a long moan. Oh my God, phase two is impregnation.

  * * * *

  Brady woke dizzy and disoriented. His dream had been so real, he expected to look over and see Ayala sleeping next to him, her dark-tipped breasts rising and falling with every breath as she slept. Her legs parted and her sweet cunt wet and ready for him. God, he wanted to be inside her, hearing her panting moans as he fucked her.

  He’d wanted her before, but now that he knew she was gone, the want had turned into an obsession. He thought about her all the time, during the day when he worked construction for Alex and at night as soon as he closed his eyes. She visited him in erotic dreams that woke him with wet spots on the sheets.

  Ever since he’d blurted out his proposal for a triad, the idea had taken root in his mind and grown. Ayala was special. Whenever he felt lonely or unhappy, just seeing her lightened his mood. When she wasn’t around, he missed her and couldn’t wait to see her again. They’d all lost their families. Had he somehow ruined their chance to start a new one?

  Guilt filled his gut with an unrelenting weight and unanswered questions plagued him. Did she leave because of him? Did he drive her away? He lay back on the pillow and threw an arm over his face. He was so lost in his thoughts it took a few seconds to register Cade’s presence in his room. He uncovered his eyes and saw his housemate’s green-gold eyes glittering in the dark.

  “I couldn’t sleep either.” Cade approached the side of his bed. “Want some company?”

  “Yeah.” Brady slid over to make room for his friend and lover.

  Cade sat on the edge of the bed, a feral smile on his face. He trailed his fingers over Brady’s muscular thigh to the dark curls surrounding his half-flaccid penis and cupped Brady’s balls, squeezing lightly.

  Goose bumps rose on Brady’s flesh, and his cock filled. Cade’s big, warm hand stroked his shaft to full arousal then left him wanting and growling in protest.

  “You sound a little needy, big guy,” Cade murmured. He rubbed a thumb over an already tight nipple then fisted his own cock. “So am I. Want to fuck you.”

  Brady drew in a harsh breath. “Yeah, I want that, too.” He lay back and drew up his knees. “Fuck me. Hard.”

  Cade snatched the lube from the nightstand and knelt between Brady’s thighs. He warmed some lube in his palms and stroked it over his cock. Then leaning over for a kiss, he circled Brady’s entrance and slid a finger past the tight ring of muscle. Brady shuddered and lifted his hips. “More.”

  A second finger joined the first, and Cade stretched him in preparation for the hard fucking he wanted.

  “Don’t baby me, Cade,” Brady murmured. “I’m not a fucking virgin.”

  Cade laughed. “My man is in a hurry.” Removing his fingers, he leaned over for a quick kiss and then shifted position. He pressed the engorged head of his cock to Brady’s slick hole and slid home in one hard thrust, burying himself balls deep.

  Brady let out a grunt, then a groan of pleasure at the sensation of being filled. S
ometimes even a wolf wanted to be dominated, and Cade was the man to do it. He relaxed, and Cade pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside Brady’s ass.

  “More,” Brady begged.

  Cade thrust in a steady rhythm, pounding Brady into the mattress. “Like this?” he grunted, fisting Brady’s cock and pumping.

  “Fuck, yes!” Cade understood him better than any woman ever had. They knew each other so well, instinctively understood what the other needed. They were good together.

  * * * *

  Cade loved watching Brady’s face when he fucked him. His lover couldn’t hold back a thing. Every emotion showed on his face. He let his feelings out, too. It was great to feel free and trusting enough to show your feelings. He couldn’t do it when he was with Ayala. She always held a part of herself back and made it pretty clear that aside from his climax, she didn’t care what he was feeling.

  Brady’s muscles clamped around his cock, and Cade pulled in a lungful of air. “You feel so damn good. And you look fucking amazing, all slicked up with sweat and pre-cum.” If his dick wasn’t already committed to an orgasm that was barreling down on him like a runaway freight train, he’d stop to lick every inch of his lover’s sculpted body.

  Brady grunted out a laugh. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”

  “Nope, just you.” It was no lie. He and Brady had something special between them. “You look pretty pleased with yourself.”

  “Hey, who doesn’t like to get told they’re wanted?”

  Cade scoffed at him. “Like you never hear that.”

  “I don’t.”

  “I’ll make sure you hear it more often.” Cade’s balls tightened, and an electric spark ran up his spine. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groaned.

  Distantly, he heard Brady growl his name and explode in a burst of wet heat between them. Cade thrust inside him one more time and let go with his own release. He rode out the hot bursts of pleasure, unwilling to let them end. Finally he collapsed next to Brady in a mindless heap.