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

by Gale Stanley

  “Why didn’t you wait for me,” Ayala murmured against his back.

  Brady’s erection went soft. Cade released him and stood. His cock was flaccid as well. “You needed the rest, sweetheart, but it’s near impossible to look at your body without getting a hard on.”

  “Besides,” Brady added. “We would never take advantage of you while you’re under the influence of that bastard’s drugs.”

  Ayala looked from one to the other. “What if the drug wore off?”

  * * * *

  Sometime during the night, Ayala had woken alone in the bed feeling more like herself than she had in days. Filled with relief, she’d fallen back asleep, only to wake disappointed when she found herself alone once again. Now that she felt ready to talk about a life with Brady and Cade, they didn’t want her, but giving up easily was not part of her personality, so she’d gone looking for them. What she saw turned her on more than any drug ever could.

  Watching Cade suck Brady’s cock made her wet with desire for them. Sometimes a wolf wanted primal, feral, hard fucking. It was what Ayala wanted now, to submit, to let Brady and Cade take her every way possible, to let them make her feel wanted, instead of used. But afterward would they expect her to come home and be the submissive bitch every shifter wanted? She couldn’t do it. Her human nature wanted love, a relationship built on equality and respect. Was that even possible for a Lycan male?

  Brady and Cade stood there staring at her as if they had no idea what to do or say. Typical. Guess I’ll have to take things into my own hands. She reached out for them, but they grabbed her hands before she could touch them.

  Brady sighed heavily. “Is this what you really want, Ayala?”

  Embarrassed, she looked from one to the other, opened her mouth, then shut it. Cade snatched her up, carried her into the bedroom and sat with her on his lap. Brady followed, his eyes shooting sparks at Cade, but she threw her arms around Cade’s neck and, with a sigh of pleasure, buried her face against the hard planes of his chest. He chuckled and held her tight. “I know what my girl wants.”

  “I guess you know her better than I do,” Brady said softly. He turned away.

  “Brady,” Ayala called him back. She needed him, needed both of them.

  Brady joined them on the bed, took her hand, and kissed it. “I can’t offer you what you have here, but I wish you would come home, Ayala.”

  Part of her wanted to tell him just how much she wanted to go home with him. The other part reminded her that she would be going back to play a role she didn’t want.

  “New Hope isn’t the city, not by a long shot, but we could build you a bigger house,” Brady’s voice was full of uncertainty.

  Cade nuzzled her hair. “Things will be different, babe. I promise.”

  Yeah, unfortunately she knew all about promises. When men got what they wanted, promises went out the window. “Different? How different?”

  “You can get a job.”

  Ayala narrowed her eyes at him. “As what? Your housekeeper?”

  Cade’s mouth tightened. “No. You can do anything you set your mind on.”

  “And you could handle me going out to work?”

  Cade nodded. “I want you to do whatever makes you happy.’

  “As long as you take care of us, too,” Brady blurted out.

  “Hah! You can take care of yourself, Brady.”

  “Sure I can, but what fun is that?” He grinned at her. “So are you interested, or not?”

  “I might be.” She snuggled into Cade’s embrace. “If the pay is right.”

  “Oh, it’s right, baby,” Cade murmured.

  It wasn’t everything she wanted, but it was a start. “And you really think this can work?”

  “We can make it work. I know we can.” Cade looked at Brady.

  “I’ll give it everything I got, sweetheart,” Brady said sincerely.

  Ayala swallowed over the lump in her throat. “I guess I could try, too. It’s not as if we have to love each other to live together. Right?”

  Cade winced, and raw hurt glittered in Brady’s golden gaze. He brushed his knuckles over her jaw. “I’m hoping we’ll make you so happy you’ll love us back.”

  “Maybe someday you’ll let us into your heart,” Cade whispered.

  They looked at her with such tenderness, they made her heart ache. She gave them a sad, little smile. “You never told me how you felt, either of you,” she said reproachfully.

  Brady frowned. “I thought you knew.”

  “A girl has to hear it,” she said softly.

  “I’m not so good with words,” Brady admitted.

  “And you always acted like you didn’t want to hear that kind of talk,” Cade told her. “There were plenty of times I almost came out with it, but you shut down or ran away from me.”

  Ayala’s heart twisted. Say it. Damn you, tell them how you feel. “I do love you, Cade. And I love you, too, Brady. I think I always have.”

  Brady leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you, Ayala.”

  “My turn.” Cade put a finger to her chin and turned her head back to him. “I love you, Ayala.”

  “Oh, Cade, I want you,” she whimpered. “I want you both.”

  “I know, sweetheart, we want you too.”

  Cade shifted her in his arms so her back was against his chest. His big callused palms cupped her breasts as he played with her nipple rings. Each tug went straight to her pussy, increasing the aching throb between her legs.

  She let out a needy moan, and Cade spread her legs with his muscular thighs. Brady got to his knees, and his rough tongue found its way home and lapped at her cream while Ayala grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. Brady spread her open with his thumbs, licking her slick folds, then penetrating her with his tongue. Her hips bucked, and Cade held her legs wide while Brady sucked on her swollen clit, bringing her to a glorious peak. When he raised his head, his face, covered with her juices, held an expression of total male satisfaction. Then he kissed her soundly so she could taste herself on his lips.

  So good, but she wanted more, wanted to be filled completely by her men. Brady climbed back on the bed and coaxed her from Cade’s arms. He laid back, bringing her with him so she straddled his hips. She stared wordlessly at his prick, ramrod straight and begging for attention. Her fingers closed around it, and she pumped, milking pre-cum from the purple head. Licking her lips, she bent for a taste, circling the flared helmet with her tongue.

  “Fuck,” Brady groaned. “Ride me, sweetheart. I need to be inside you.”

  “God, yes,” she hissed. “Want you so bad.” She got to her knees and sank over him, impaling herself on his length. They both groaned in pleasure, and she leaned in to lick and nip at Brady’s nipples, lifting her ass in an invitation that Cade readily accepted.

  He crawled between Brady’s legs and covered Ayala’s back, close enough that his cock settled between her cheeks.

  She loved the feel of him behind her, his warm breath on her shoulder and his lean, hard muscle fitting against her softer form as if they were made for each other. “Oh, my God,” she groaned. “Fuck me, Cade.”

  “Damn, I want to, baby, but I don’t have any lube.”

  She moaned and arched back against him. “It’s okay, I’m so wet…”

  Cade growled and reached under her to stroke her soaked pussy where she and Brady were joined together. She rewarded him with a flood of liquid that coated his hand, and he used his slick fingers to lubricate her hole, inserting one past the tight muscle.

  She badly wanted him inside her, and she wasn’t above begging. “Please, Cade, fill me. I want your cock.”

  “Fuck!” He growled and removed his finger, and then his cockhead nudged her entrance and pushed inside.

  She let out a wail, and he stilled. Ayala was not a woman who waited passively for her pleasure. She thrust her hips between Cade’s body and Brady’s, encouraging them to move. Cade anchored her with an arm around her waist, lickin
g her back, her shoulder, her neck, while he eased deeper inside her. He nipped at her flesh and reached between her and Brady to circle her hard, little clit then rub it.

  “Feels so good…” She ground her aching nub into his fingers. “More, fuck me, Cade.”

  Cade started moving in long, determined strokes, pounding her into Brady, who growled and met Cade’s lunges as best he could. The wild, erotic scent of their sex tickled her nose and turned her insides to molten heat.

  Guttural sounds came from her throat as her lovers stepped up the pace. Cade rode her hard, driving her to the edge. Her mind emptied of everything except the two men filling her and the delicious friction their long, thick shafts stirred inside her. Tension coiled at the base of her spine and she was swept up in a fusion of ecstasy and emotion. Her release came suddenly without warning, and her howls seemed to set off the men. She felt their orgasms as intensely as she felt her own. Cade collapsed over her back, pressing her against Brady’s chest, and the sound of their ragged breaths filled the room.

  A few minutes passed, and Cade rolled to the side, bringing her with him. She lay tightly spooned between them and Brady pulled the sheet over their sweat-soaked bodies. The urgency gone, it was heaven to feel sated and relaxed, and she closed her eyes in drowsy pleasure. “Mine,” Cade and Brady whispered in unison and Ayala echoed the sentiment, loving this new feeling of connection and belonging.

  * * * *

  Cade stowed their bags in the overhead compartment, and they buckled up. Only three of them were returning to New Hope. The Alpha had delivered Ayala’s clothes to the hotel and informed them that he was staying in Philadelphia for an indefinite period. He wanted Roy’s private lab shut down and he intended to oversee the project himself. Brady and Cade had argued for a more physical punishment but the Alpha disagreed. Roy’s research was so much a part of who he was that losing it would be tantamount to torture.

  Ayala agreed. She knew Roy would be devastated. She just hoped that the Alpha would be able to help Roy put his education and skill to better use.

  Totally relaxed, she settled back in her seat. There was no fear on this flight. Even a plane ride felt safer when she was flanked by her men. Brady had the window seat, Cade sat to her right, and they each held a hand as if afraid she’d disappear if they let go. Fat chance. She was going home. Home–what a beautiful word. There was no place like it and she couldn’t wait to get back and start her new life as the strong, independent woman she was meant to be, and maybe, if she was really lucky, a mother.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Born and raised in the City of Brotherly Love, Gale cut her teeth on True Story magazines swiped from her mother’s collection and read undercover by flashlight. Her choice of reading material inspired a lifelong love of romance and the desire to write her own stories. Now she has the best job in the world. She can be anything she wants, but she doesn't mind living vicariously through the smokin’ hot alphas and strong heroines she loves to write about. Her books sizzle, but at the heart of each story is a romance and each one is written with love.

  Also by Gale Stanley

  Siren Classic: Black Wolf Gorge 1: Call of the Wilds

  Ménage Amour: Black Wolf Gorge 2: Mating Call

  Ménage Amour: Black Wolf Gorge 3: Captive

  Ménage Amour: Southwest Shifters 1: Hellfire

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