Fated for Mikayla [Wolves of River's Bend 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Suzette Rose Cauler

  “No. Not yet.” She ran her hands up and down his bare chest. “Just a little longer.”

  Jack just grinned down at her. “It’s safer inside. Warmer, too. Come on, let’s go.”

  “Don’t want to.”

  Hunter backed off and took her by the shoulders. “Don’t worry. We’ll finish later.” His deep voice held such promise that she could almost forgive him for not taking her right then and there.

  Jack bent down to pick up the little purple backpack. “Here. This is for you.”

  Mikayla lifted her eyebrows in question as she watched him walk over to one of the benches in the yard, grab a beat-up pair of shorts, and pull them on. “What is it?” She only asked out of habit, already going for the zipper.

  One of Hunter’s big hands closed over hers, halting her progress. “Not yet. Wait until we’re inside, and alone.”

  “What? Why?” Now she was beyond curious. “It smells…rather…interesting.” She’d gotten a whiff of the bag when Jack first approached, but now that she held the thing in her hand, she realized it literally reeked of men’s cologne. Most wolf shifters didn’t wear cologne since it messed with the sense of smell. She never wore perfume. It gave her a major headache. When Hunter let go, she proceeded to poke at the backpack, wondering what was inside that she had to open in private.

  “No poking, either.” Jack opened the door and stepped inside.

  She followed him, with Hunter bringing up the rear. The nasty smell inside the house mixed with the pungent cologne, and she took very shallow breaths. Mikayla wasn’t one to be overly dramatic, but it was nauseating.

  They walked toward the room that led to the underground shelter. “Hurry,” she said. The faster they did their signals and knocks, the sooner she could get out of the stench. The air in the shelter was a little stale, but a hundred times better than the smell of whatever dead things had been brought to rot inside the house.

  * * * *

  She’d been impatient to see what Jack had brought her, but she’d had to wait while he talked with Gavin. The little purple backpack caused many a wrinkled nose and almost as many questions. Hunter fielded them all, saying it was a surprise for Mikayla. Finally, her men led her back to the men’s bedroom, which was empty at the moment, and closed the door the moment she stepped inside.

  A slow smile lit her face. “Oh, I get it. You picked up a sex toy?” She shrugged. “I’ve never used one, but hey, I’m open-minded.”

  Both men laughed. “Come here, Mikayla.” Jack sat on what she guessed was his pallet and patted his lap.

  She wasted no time in walking over to take her place on it. “Coming, Hunter?” The three of them hadn’t been together like this since they’d arrived at the shelter. To say she was excited was an understatement.

  Hunter leaned back against the door. “Nope. I’m the lookout.”

  “Lookout? For what?”

  Jack grinned at her like he had some fabulous secret. “The door doesn’t lock, and I only have enough for you. Go on. Open it.”

  Okay. So we use the toy while Hunter watches? Maybe they’ll just switch places then? It wasn’t what she expected, but she could work with it. She quickly unzipped the bag, only to find a tightly sealed plastic bag inside. She tossed the purple bag away, more than ready to be rid of its scent, then looked up at Jack. “You’re kidding me, right?”

  “I know you aren’t into the deer meat.”

  “I was thinking a sex toy.” She tore open the plastic bag, and the scent hit her nose like freight train. Her surprise wasn’t a dildo, but a huge burger and an equally large serving of fries. “This is amazing.” It took Mikayla a moment to register the bottle of water. She was already slathering ketchup all over the fries. “What? No soda?” she joked.

  “They’re full of chemicals,” Jack said, sounding very serious.

  “And you think French fries are better?”

  His face fell as if he hadn’t thought of that.

  “I’m just kidding. Totally kidding. This is absolutely perfect, and I’m not much for soda, anyway.” She took a big bite, savoring the juicy meat and the cheese. She chewed, took another bite, and chewed some more. Then she wolfed down some fries, not even trying to appear delicate. “You know, I knew fate had it right when it sent you both to me. You’re about as perfect as they come.”

  “We’re just glad you’re happy,” Hunter said.

  It was a few more bites before Mikayla remembered that she’d been raised by wolves but did have at least some manners. “Want some?” she asked, sheepishly realizing she didn’t actually have much left to offer.

  Jack shook his head. “Nope, it’s all yours.”

  “Enjoy yourself,” Hunter added.

  And she did. She tried to savor the last few bites of burger and fries, but it was gone before she knew it. She did manage to recover her manners enough to use a napkin on her greasy fingers rather than licking them. It was a near thing. “That was so good. Almost as good as sex. Wait, who am I kidding? Not even close…but it was good, very good. Thank you both.”

  “You’re welcome.” Jack reached over to wipe something off her lips, his touch making them tingle.

  “This was great, but why all the secrecy?”

  Hunter answered from his perch against the door. “We have to conserve funds to keep things running on our missions, so we couldn’t get enough for everyone.”

  “Besides, Gavin and Gabe would have thrown a fit. They’re the health nuts of the shifter world. If it’s not fresh, it’s the enemy.”

  “But you don’t agree?”

  Jack shrugged. “He’s right. We prefer fresh, but we’ll grab a burger from time to time. It’s not always practical to hunt down your food. But, you’ll notice I didn’t just hit any old fast food place. I tried to get the freshest burger possible, and those fries were cooked in canola oil.”

  “You did well.”

  Jack grinned. “So the second surprise is—”

  She laughed, interrupting. “There’s something else? Watch out. You’re spoiling me?”

  “Yeah, I went back to your car and got your phone.”

  “You brought it here?”

  Jack stretched and looked over at Hunter, then back at her. “No, I’m not breaking that rule. It’s an important one. But I texted the friends you told me about. Nikki and Robyn? Their names were in your contact list, so I let them know you’re okay. We don’t usually make contact this way, but for you…”

  “Anything,” Hunter said, finishing the thought for him.

  Mikayla was silent for a moment. These were little things they’d done for her, yet they meant so much. “Well,” she said crawling over to straddle Jack’s lap. “That deserves a reward.”

  She kissed his chest, his neck, his lips, drawing him in until their tongues danced and glided over each other and his cock rose in his shorts. Grinding herself against his cock, Mikayla breathed deeply, inhaling him. It hadn’t been so long since she’d had him. Not long at all, but her desire for him felt like the first time.

  Hunter growled loudly from across the room. “I’ll be right back,” she told Jack, who reluctantly let her go. She hadn’t fucked Hunter since they’d arrived at the shelter, so it was only fair that he got a little attention first. “Feeling a little neglected?” she asked, standing up and nipping at his lips. “I can fix that.”

  He stared at her as if she were the only meal he’d ever want to eat again. And she’d make sure he got to that later. Just then, she wanted to please him, and please him well. Holding his gaze, she dropped to her knees in front of him and set to unbuttoning his jeans. When she slid his zipper down and pulled his jeans down over his ass, his cock sprang out at her, hard and ready. She reached for it, taking its swollen splendor in her hand and sticking out her tongue to taste the tempting bead of pre-cum that already graced the head. Hunter groaned loudly, reaching out to weave his hands in her hair as she licked the head in slow circles, then licked up and down the shaft.

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bsp; The next groan came from Jack, and she paused her efforts just long enough to reassure him. “You’re next, big guy.”

  Mikayla turned back to her task, enjoying the smell of Hunter’s need for her. She licked him until his fingers clenched in her hair, then opened wide and took as much of him as she could fit to the back of her throat. His groan was even louder than before. The next time she pulled back, she dragged her tongue along the length of his shaft, then pushed forward again, taking him just as deeply as before. When she pulled back the next time, she almost let the tip fall from her mouth, twirling her tongue around the taut mushroom head. Back and forth, she moved on his cock, applying more sucking pressure with each pass until he was moving with her, his fingers tight in her hair, guiding her retreats and advances.

  “Baby, that feels…so…damned…good.” Hunter’s voice was husky with pleasure.

  She smiled against him, unable to speak with his dick shoved in her mouth, so she hummed her acknowledgement. He gave a ragged gasp then and picked up his pace, so she did it again, eliciting a throaty, rumbly groan each time his cock pushed to the back of her throat. Giving him pleasure turned her on beyond belief, and her pussy had soaked the crotch of her jeans by that point. But she wasn’t worried about herself just then. All that mattered was Hunter.

  Mikayla had been bracing herself against his thighs and realized his balls hadn’t received any attention. Her first touch produced another of the deep groans that seemed to move straight through her body, right to her already throbbing clit. She’d just begun to knead them when she felt a hand snake between her legs to rub her pussy through her jeans.

  “Is she wet?” Hunter asked, his voice thick with arousal.

  “She’s soaked.” Jack used his knee to spread her legs further apart. “Baby, your cream has soaked straight through your jeans.

  Hunter let out a long, hard breath. “I can smell it. Fuck, I won’t last much longer.”

  Mikayla rocked back against Jack’s hand as he stroked her pussy through her jeans, alternating a two-fingered caressed with a squeezing of her mound that almost rendered her cross-eyed.

  “Get her ready for me, Jack. I’ve got to fuck her pussy.”

  Jack just grunted back, continuing to caress her pussy for a moment before setting his hands to the task of unbuttoning her jeans. She whimpered at the loss of friction and wriggled her hips impatiently as he pushed them down to her knees. When she felt his face push back between her legs and his tongue reach out to meet her sensitive flesh, she cried out against Hunter’s cock. That seemed to set him off and soon he was surging faster and faster into her mouth.

  Jack licked and sucked at her pussy, then ventured a finger inside her. She tightened her pussy around his finger needing more.

  “Fuck,” Jack said, pulling his finger out of her. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”

  The next thing she knew, she had a pussy full of cock as Jack apparently forgot he was only supposed to get her ready for Hunter. She stiffened at the initial shock of entry, then moaned and pushed back against him, more than ready for this, more than ready for him to make her come again. And he warmed to his task, fucking in and out of her as if his life depended on it. This was no slow, gentle lovemaking. He took her hard and fast, taking her along with him toward orgasm.

  It was as much the feel of his huge cock as it was the way he reached between her legs to squeeze her pussy that drove her toward climax. It was as much the salty taste of Hunter on her tongue that pushed her toward the edge. And the sounds they made as they filled two of her holes, the groans and growls so raw, so animalistic, pushed her further until she balanced precariously on the edge. But when Hunter came with a muffled shout, spurting his load of hot cum down her throat, it was the last straw. That and the two fingers Jack chose that moment to press against her clit. That incredible sensation, as much as the sinful feel of the cum that dripped down her chin hurled her over the edge into a blistering climax. Blindly digging her nails into Hunter’s thighs, she arched her back to accept more of Jack’s pounding thrusts, even as her legs threatened to give up on supporting her weight.

  Hunter pulled out of her mouth seconds before someone pounded loudly on the door and they all froze. “What?” he barked at intruder, managing to inject a world of impatience and annoyance into that one word.

  “Sorry, dude.” Whoever it was did sound genuinely apologetic. “Gavin needs you and Jack.”

  The panther who’d stolen her friend’s heart had god-awful timing.

  “Leave.” It was one word, growled more than spoken, but it seemed to get Jack’s point across.

  Whoever the male on the other side of the door was didn’t stick around to ask questions, and Mikayla sighed with relief as she heard his footsteps retreat.

  Jack began moving inside her again and all thought fled. All that mattered were Hunter’s tender kisses, as he tasted the lips that were swollen from sucking his cock, and Jack’s steady thrusting into her pussy from behind. Hunter took over the task of massaging her clit and she clung to him for support. When she came the second time, as Jack’s thrusts grew more frantic and less controlled, she sank her canines into Hunter’s chest to keep from crying out. Moments later, Jack let loose with a half-growl, emptying himself inside her pussy.

  * * * *

  Being with her mates this way was strange. All wolves had a heatlike period, that time when the urge to couple over and over again just didn’t seem to end, and usually mates were in a position to take good advantage of it. Not so with Mikayla and her mates. The close quarters in the shelter meant they had to steal time together as they could. And they didn’t even have the guarantee of nights together to look forward to. As Liz had explained to her, it was safe house rules to segregate the men and women. Trying to sleep surrounded by the scent of fucking would be too much of a stressor for the unattached, which accounted for most of the residents, temporary and otherwise.

  With Gavin as the group’s unofficial leader, he and Liz cheated a bit, and Liz typically shared his pallet, though she insisted they only held each other. Their coupling, Liz claimed, happened elsewhere and at other times. In fact, Mikayla learned that her little tryst with her mates in the men’s room was against the rules, as the scent of mating would linger there. Although, her men weren’t punished for the act, they were apparently reminded of the promises they’d made when they joined the group, and they’d been given the task of cleaning the room with some strangely scented liquid solution to ensure that room didn’t still reek by the time the other men went to bed.

  “I’m sorry you had to get all domestic,” she said to Jack and Hunter when they emerged from the men’s bedroom smelling pine fresh. She’d spent some time in the bathroom, washing up with sink water and changing into black legging and a long black shirt, the only other clothes she’d brought with her. Both items of clothing had fit rolled up in her purse.

  Jack kissed her neck. “It was worth it.”

  When he let go, she turned into Hunter’s arms. “What about you? Agree with him?”

  Hunter leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss. “Can’t believe you have to ask.”

  “Good answer, but now that I know there’s a rule against it, I have no intention of helping you two get into trouble again.”

  “It wasn’t a big deal.” Hunter trailed little kisses from her neck to her shoulder. “Not really.”

  “We only agreed to clean up to avoid torturing everyone else who has to sleep in there tonight,” Jack said.

  Mikayla could imagine how irritating the mating musk might be to a male without a partner. “It’s probably a better example if you actually follow the rules.” Hunter gave her an exaggeratedly dejected look that made her laugh. “Besides, there’s always the kitchen. Tonight? After everyone is asleep?”

  “We’re on duty tonight.” Hunter walked toward the aforementioned room, cleaning supplies in hand and Jack followed him inside.

  Mikayla waited for them to remerge without the rags and bottles before
she asked her question. “Again?”

  “We volunteered to work nights when we first arrived here,” Jack said, shrugging. “We’re night owls.”

  It was her turn to look dejected, though there was nothing fake or exaggerated about her expression. Her disappointment was all too real.

  Hunter closed the distance between them and took her chin in his hand. “If we could get out of it, believe me, we would. But this is more than just breaking a little rule. We made a commitment to be a part of this.”

  Jack sighed. “Look, I know it’s not what every pup dreams of, but it won’t always be this way. Once the Ulric threat is eliminated and the vampires aren’t a concern anymore, we’ll spend every minute making it up to you.”

  As if either thing would happen anytime soon, Mikayla thought. What they were doing was brave and noble. She was already proud of them, but that didn’t stop her from wishing she could crawl under the covers with them that night, and every night. “It’s okay. I can’t say I love it, but I do understand. Anyway, things will get a little easier once we get back to River’s Bend. We’ll have a real bed and plenty of time alone together.”

  Hunter and Jack exchanged a look, and she caught a snatch of a thought from Jack. It sounded a lot like tell her, but before she could ask what they needed to tell her, two of the men came barreling past, carrying a huge bear carcass, bloody and not long dead from the smell of it.

  Liz strolled up in their wake, accompanied by Brooke who looked bright-eyed and eager. “It’s my turn to butcher the meat.” Liz didn’t sound the slightest bit disgusted by what she was saying. “Brooke offered to help. Want to join in?”

  “Um. How about…no?” Mikayla wasn’t at all interested in butchering the poor animal. Sure, she liked meat well enough, but that was when it looked like a product rather than a being. She’d almost rather convert to vegetarianism than have to butcher their kill. “I’ll tell you what. How about you make that look less like a poor dead furry creature and more like a burger or steak waiting to happen. Then come and get me. I’ll cook it up, serve it up…anything but butcher it.”