Chapter Twenty-seven
Kai
Kai bit his tongue. Francesca lied to him, to them. And now, the lies kept rolling in. The moment they got in the car she had suggested that they swing by her house to pick up her yellow sweater.
"You left your yellow sweater at the apartment," Brock informed her quietly.
She squirmed and looked out the window.
Brock shared a glance with him that told Kai they were thinking the same thing. Francesca thought if they went back to her house, Kai and Brock wouldn't ask her about what she was hiding from them.
Kai knew if he could look inside her head that her wheels would be spinning a hundred miles an hour, but toward what destination? Was she thinking of ways to get back at Gallway's wife? Was she thinking about Gallway? That was impossible, she'd made no indication that she still had feelings for the man, but he was her first love. Maybe Cynthia had made it completely clear to Francesca that Gallway was still interested, a fact only confirmed by whatever Gallway himself had said. But she kicked him to get away from him. You're thinking crazy, Kai.
Kai's hands balled into fists at his sides. Why was he doing this to himself? To Francesca?
Brock pulled into their parking garage and the answer became clear to Kai. Because she was his—theirs—and any threat to that relationship was unacceptable. These lies, the doubt they caused. They were unacceptable. Their life had been so easy after that turbulent first morning that perhaps Kai had grown complacent. Maybe he hadn't noticed the signs that Francesca didn't truly understand what they all meant to each other.
He caught Brock's eye in the rear-view mirror and saw the same possessive worry, the need to dominate and control. He would feel the same way if Brock was hiding something from Kai, or the other way around. There wasn't room for secrets in their relationship, there could only be room for trust. As was the case when they both felt so strongly about something, Kai felt as if he could read Brock's thoughts.
She's ours, through and through. Brock nodded infinitesimally.
But she's keeping something from us; it might end up hurting her.
Brock cocked his head to the side. Or maybe she just doesn't want to tell us what she's going to have for dinner.
Kai gave him his most sarcastic stare. Sure, that's it, mate. Kai sighed so loudly as they walked from the car to the elevator that Francesca turned her head to him. She bit her bottom lip as she worried over whatever it was she wasn't telling them.
If he had to be the one she was mad at for her own safety, then so be it.
He dived in. "Why didn't you tell us that Gallway was still calling you? I thought Brock told you to get one of us the next time?" He worked hard to keep any accusatory tone out of his voice and to keep the anger completely out.
Francesca frowned, her lips puckered together in the sexiest pout.
Keep it together, Kai. This is too important.
"There wasn't anything to tell, Kai. He called. I told him to stop calling, end of story."
"Except for the part where you were instructed—"
"Instructed? Are you serious right now? In case you forgot, I'm my own boss. You may be the two guys I'm fucking right now—"
Kai whipped forward, pressing his hard body against her soft places until her back was against the wall. He grabbed her hair and pulled, lifting her stare up to his and her chin into the air. "The two guys you are fucking? That's what you want to say we are?"
"A little space would be great," she said, but there was no pain in her voice, only frustration and need.
He concentrated on reaching the part of her that needed him. He moved his leg between hers and rubbed it up against her lava-hot core. "This wants space?"
A soft moan escaped her lips before she bit them, stopping any other sounds from getting out. "You're being a Neanderthal," she spat.
"Tell me who we are," he demanded, his mouth so close to her lips that he could feel his breath bounce off her skin.
She smiled sweetly, but it also wasn't real. "You're Brock and Kai."
Kai slammed his lips against hers if only to get that fake smile off her face. Her body responded even though he could tell she was trying to hang onto her anger. It was clear in the way her fingernails scratched over his skin, in the way she nibbled at his mouth with teeth much sharper than normal. He moved his leg, pressing it against her center until her body took over the rhythm. She rocked against him, searching for that release that would undoubtedly let her concentrate more on her frustration and less on her desire.
Kai stepped away the moment before she reached her peak. Her body lurched forward before she caught herself, literally panting at her near climax. It took her a good two seconds to realize what he'd done and to switch the fire in her eyes from lust to anger. "I changed my mind, you're Brock and Bastard!"
She spun away and to the elevator. Kai easily slid in front of her, blocking her path. "If that's who I am going to be, then there are going to be some changes around here," he said with a smile. "For one, you'll do as we say, knowing that it is for your own good."
Her eyes narrowed. "Like hell!"
Kai's inner wolf could not be contained, it needed to come out and dominate its mate and show her exactly who he was.
Francesca must have seen the new need for dominance in his face because her eyes flared open and she ran from him to Brock, skipping behind him she peeked over his shoulder like he was a protecting boulder. "Save me!" she shrieked.
Kai didn't bother to chase her. In fact, he turned away from her and pushed the button to the elevator. "You forget mate, Brock is mine, too." He heard her squeal and knew that was the exact same moment Brock had picked her up and hauled her feisty ass over his shoulder.
His suspicion was confirmed when Brock joined him in the elevator, Francesca wailing and hitting his back as she slumped over his shoulders. He stepped behind Brock so that he could see Francesca's face and searched it for any signs of real fear. He hadn't forgotten what she'd been through and didn't want their tactics to actually make her afraid of them. What he saw in her face was the furthest from fear. Her eyes were bright and shining with defiance. Her cheeks flushed. She licked her bottom lip, clearly finding it difficult to not be turned on. Kai could smell her lusty scent growing stronger by the second.
"You are going to pay for this," she spat the moment she could see his face. "My brothers are going to tear you apart!"
He didn't doubt they would do something like that, but didn't want to let it show, so he shrugged. "They know you are ours and before this night is over, you will admit it as well. You'll also agree to listen to us as I've asked you to."
"I'll agree to shove my foot up your—"
Brock chose that moment to re-adjust his grip on her, positioning her lower on his shoulder. Her body went stiff and Kai had a few ideas as to where Brock's hand had landed.
"Your night doesn't have to be difficult, it can be very easy. Just admit you are ours, tell me what we are to you and then tell me what it is you have planned in that clever brain of yours."
"Nothing. I have nothing."
"Have it your way." Kai led the three of them to their apartment door. If anyone had happened to come out just then, they might have been an interesting sight, but the hallway stayed empty until the three of them were locked inside.
Chapter Twenty-eight
Kai
Brock dropped her off on the couch and predictably, she jumped up and shot to the door. Kai caught her gently around the middle, checking her again for signs of fear or stress. Like in the elevator, she was all frustration and desire. If she knew what was good for her, she would take a moment to relax, maybe do a breathing exercise. He should teach her the same one he taught Brock.
As it was, the frustration and anger would only fuel her mating heat, and Kai could smell it building, more so in the closed space. Despite the supplements and compounds that Felix had created to try and help curb her need, they did nothing in an instance like this, where she wor
ked herself up to a frenzy.
He saw it in the way she moved, not so much pushing him away as she was grabbing his clothes and rubbing. "Who am I?" he whispered in her ear.
"Kai," she moaned.
"Wrong." He stepped away so that she could no longer pretend to push him away while pulling him closer.
Brock stepped into the space he had vacated and she clung to his front like a survivor would cling to a life raft. "Who am I?" he asked her.
"Brock," she said on a groan, sliding her body up and down his.
"Wrong, baby," Brock said, going to Kai's side.
Francesca pushed her fingers through her hair. "Why are you guys doing this?"
"Because you're hiding things from us. You hid that phone call and you hid what you discovered back in Victor's office about Cynthia."
"I'm not hiding these things, I'm just not telling you. You don't need to concern yourself with it."
"And if you remembered who we were to you, you would remember why saying something like that isn't acceptable." He stepped up to her again, letting his palm land on her shoulders and drift down her arm. She leaned into the touch. "Who am I?"
She sucked her lips into her mouth, biting the bottom one. Kai dipped his hand down, teasing her thigh. He knew she would be dripping wet. Not only could he smell her arousal, but he swore he could feel her heat against his palm. He slid his hand up, nearing her center. She sucked in a breath. "Fuck, yes, please."
"You don't have to beg, baby," Kai murmured. "You just have to tell me who I am."
She sucked in a breath between clenched teeth as Kai pushed her panties aside and teased her wet opening with the tip of his finger. Brock slid behind her, gently pulling her dress up and over her head so that she stood before the two of them in only her black bra and panties.
"Who am I?" Brock murmured as if in a trance. He was on his knees now behind her, swiping a finger down her crack as he worshipped her ass.
"You're mine," she said finally.
"Close," Kai replied, sliding another finger in. He hooked them forward in a come-hither motion and she wailed.
"Oh, yes, please, right there."
Kai caught Brock's gaze and the two of them retreated from Francesca's body at the exact same moment. Brock approached him, turned on and pumped full of possessive need, he grabbed the sides of Kai's face and kissed him like it was their first—or their last. Kai had been holding so much back with Francesca, trying to lure her into admitting they belonged to each other, that when he was finally able to go all out, he held nothing back. He moaned, returning the kiss as good as he was getting it.
They broke the kiss and turned their heads in unison toward Francesca who stood where they left her, just in front of the door. Kai and Brock held out their hands.
"Who are we?" Kai asked deathly quiet. If she rejected them now, he wasn't sure what he would do.
Her shoulders rose and dropped as she breathed deeply with her lips parted ever so slightly as if she was scenting them. Her hair was a wild frame around her face and her eyes were darker than he'd ever seen them.
She took that first step toward them and he thought his heart would explode from relief. Brock may have found her, but Kai had claimed her from the moment he'd set eyes on her beautiful curvy frame.
She grabbed each of their hands and stepped into their waiting embrace. "You are my mates, you're mine."
Kai lifted her easily and carried her to the bedroom. The whole time, she arched toward Brock, kissing him noisily. He set her down on the mattress. She lay back on the bed, her butt nearly hanging off the end. She was propped up on her elbows, watching the two of them undress and approach her like the predators they were. Kai slid into the space between her legs and she immediately tried wrapping her limbs around him as if she was afraid he would move from that spot. The truth was, save for her request, nothing in the world could make him budge. His cock stretched out from his body like it could sense its mate was near, perhaps it could. He slid into her wetness in the space of a few thrusts, relishing in her warmth.
Francesca's hands moved nonstop over her own body, rubbing her breasts and teasing her nipples. He loved watching her pinch at the tender buds, his mouth salivating for the chance to do the same thing.
He thrust harder, reaching deep inside of her and she moaned lustily. Kai remained there as her inner muscles contracted on his cock.
"What a sweet pussy, baby. I'm never going to leave it," he murmured. Then, he felt Brock's familiar warmth behind him. His huge mate stood there silently, full of purpose, naked and erect. Kai was suddenly reminded of a promise Brock had given him, one that included the three of them. It seemed as if Brock was ready to make good on that promise.
Brock rested his hand against the back of Kai's neck, as if announcing his presence officially. Francesca saw him looming over them and bit her lip, her skin already flush with desire. She could not take her eyes off of Brock as he slid his hand down Kai's spine, following the bumpy trail down to his ass. He spread Kai's ass cheeks and then disappeared from Francesca's sight.
Kai could still feel him though, Brock's mouth breathed hotly on Kai's puckered hole. He swiped his tongue against the spot and Kai bucked forward into Francesca, the two of them making matching sounds of shocked pleasure.
Kai continued his thrusting, determined not to be the first of the three of them to orgasm. Brock seemed just as motivated to have the opposite happen, his mouth relentless at its goal, licking Kai into a frenzy. When Brock pushed his tongue inside, Kai strained back, needing more. He made a frustrated noise and Brock laughed.
"My tongue not enough for you, mate?" he asked against Kai's ear. "What do you say, Francesca?"
Dirty, underhanded...Kai was at once sorry for taking such a hard hand with her earlier. If he didn't get Brock's cock in him soon, he wasn't sure what he'd do. He drove forward, faster and firmer than before. Francesca keened with pleasure.
At a pause, she giggled. "I think he wants me unable to speak," she said between thrusts.
She was right.
"But I am a loving mate, give it to him, Brock. Make him come inside of me."
Holy fuck. Brock and Kai growled at that and then Brock pushed his massive cock head up against Kai's hole. He waited a moment to allow his pre-cum to coat the area, rubbing it around with his tip. Then, he pushed in, stuffing Kai to his limit.
Kai hated the cliché, but it was true, stars popped in his vision. He'd never felt such pleasure in his entire life, filling his mate, while being filled, it was the ultimate in sensations and he would never be able to think about this moment without instantly getting hard.
Brock slid all the way in as Kai thrust forward. For an indeterminate amount of time, the three of them remained locked together before animal instinct took over. The dance was as old as the world, and yet new to everyone in that room. The three of them devolved into a series of grunts and moans, groans coupled with skin slapping against skin as they all received as well as they got, thrusting up as they reached for each other, frenzied and driven by lust. Sweat-slicked skin making their motions smooth.
"I won't last," Francesca said on a whimper. "Please, I need to come."
Kai was so fucking happy that she'd said what she had because he was on that edge as well. Brock remained silent, but his thrusts grew more frantic, he was close. "Come for your mates, Francesca," Kai demanded.
It was all the permission she needed. Her body tensed and then her inner muscles clenched and rippled around his dick. That last muscle massage pushed him over the cliff. He exploded with a masculine holler at the exact same time as Brock drove into him, hunched over, biting Kai's neck throughout their simultaneous climax.
The next thing Kai knew, he and Brock were falling like dominoes onto the bed. The three of them spooned against each other, too exhausted and satisfied to speak.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Frannie
Frannie clutched her e-reader and morning cup of coffee and sat down on the
couch beside Brock, who had the television on, catching up on that week's sports highlights. He draped his arm around her without looking away from the screen. Kai reclined back on the gray Lazy Boy with the morning paper, his glasses had slid nearly to the tip of his nose.
They were closer now more than ever after last night. Not that the three of them had sat down and spoken about it, but she felt it. So much that she didn't want to ruin that new bond by talking about it. They still expected something from her, though; what she'd been thinking since the failed author event from the day before. Only those two sexy men could have pushed that thought from her mind.
"Do you dress up for these two as well?"
From the outside it had seemed like more ranting from the mouth of a woman driven to insane lengths from jealousy, but to Frannie, it had been an admission.
Last night, Kai had demanded she tell them what she suspected. Somehow, that had transformed into a demand that she declare just how much they meant to her. She half expected him to go into it again first thing in the morning but so far, they'd had a lazy day. It was an odd, lucky day and neither Brock nor Kai had to go into work. The three of them had gotten up slowly, showered together, and made a breakfast of French toast and bacon. Throughout the whole thing the three of them had been quiet, giving each other small, loving kisses throughout, but no one had asked any further questions.
But that calm was about to be shattered. They weren't going to like what she had to say.
When Frannie looked up from the dark screen of her e-reader—realizing she had never even turned it on—she was met with two patient faces. They would wait until she was ready, but they would demand her honesty.
Her heart swelled looking into their kind eyes. It seemed like the three of them were always one moment from ripping one or both of their clothes off, but they had become more than just lovers last night. As Kai had so thoroughly put it, they were mates, knotting or not. Frannie could finally accept that. She didn't need to be able to provide them with a child to belong. She belonged to them already. And they deserved to know her thoughts, even if they wouldn't like them.
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