“They aren’t even mine.” At least she didn’t think she had anything that ugly in her drawers.
“Yes they are. I told you I would replace the ones from last night.”
She squinted and glared. “And you bought granny panties?”
He nodded.
“Jackson…”
Reign stepped out of the bathroom rubbing his hair dry with a towel. Another towel hung low around his waist, leaving his chest bare and so delectable she wanted to run her tongue across the distinct lines of his muscles. Heat swelled into her pussy and she pressed her lips together to crush a groan.
“You’re supposed to be getting dressed.”
Surely Reign would be an ally in this.
“Reign, you decide. Jackson wants me to wear those—” She pointed to the frumpy yellow underpants. “When we go out tonight.” Knowing she had to tip the scales in her favor, she picked up the pair of panties she’d been planning to wear. “I want to wear these.” She stretched the waistband and showed the sexy lace confection. Barely there, the panties hung on her hips and were cut high, leaving large amounts of skin uncovered.
Reign’s eyes tightened and he looked at both pairs of underwear. Then he looked at her. “Are you planning on showing anyone your panties tonight?”
She scoffed. “No.”
The eyebrows on both men rose and they stared pointedly at her.
“Well, except for you two.”
“And we already know that your pussy is gorgeous. Wear those.” He nodded to the pair Jackson was holding. Dani felt her mouth drop open. “If something does happen and your skirt gets flipped up, no one can see your pretty cunt.”
Jackson didn’t say anything but he nodded and held out the panties—not giving them to her, but opening them. With a sigh, she leaned one hand on his shoulder and lifted her right foot, stepping into the silky material. He supported her while she put her leg through the other hole but she never got a chance to pull the waistband up. He did that, sliding them up until the high band slid around her waist.
Warmth followed the path of his hands as he ran his palms over the whole area covered by the silk—down her ass, across her stomach and down between her legs, cupping her pussy. He placed a kiss on her neck.
“This belongs to us, baby.” She shivered at the possessive tone. She wasn’t sure if he even recognized that he’d claimed her pussy for both men. “Only we get to see it.”
He stroked his fingers along the top of her mound, sliding down until he held her in his palm. Heat rushed into her sex.
“Jax, get your hand off her pussy,” Reign said as he dragged his trousers on.
Jackson just raised his eyebrows.
“Why?”
“Because if you don’t, you two will end up fucking again and we’ll never get out of here.”
Dani giggled. It was insane. She’d just done wild, sexy things with two guys, neither whom she knew very well. And she was going to a party to point out a murderer.
She should be completely freaked out. Instead, she felt like laughing. Somehow with Jackson’s strength and Reign’s power around her, she felt safe. And sexy. She didn’t let herself imagine for a moment that this was a permanent thing—somehow she couldn’t imagine either man accepting both men in her bed—but it had been fun, sexual and she liked the idea that, at least for tonight, they belonged to her.
“Get dressed, baby. We’ve got to go.”
Jackson’s prodding sent her into action. She spun out of his arms and grabbed the dress she planned to wear. With the high panties on, she couldn’t feel any of the silky skirt against her skin. That had been one of her favorite things about this outfit. Well, that and the reactions she got when she wore it.
Knowing that she wasn’t going to win this battle and she was the one who’d asked Reign to decide, she turned her back to Reign and Jackson and let the robe fall to the ground. Both men continued to get dressed themselves but she knew they watched. She grabbed her top and slipped the thin strap around her neck, adjusting the front over her breasts. The tight peaks of her nipples immediately appeared, pressing against the silk.
Her guys would to love that. She reached behind her and tied the straps that kept the front panel in place. She bent forward, feeling her skirt pull up, hoping the granny panties didn’t show, and slipped her feet into her red four-inch heels. With the added height, she’d be almost as tall as Reign and Jackson. Their cocks would fit perfectly against her pussy.
A new rush of moisture flooded her sex and her pussy clenched. Her fingers fluttered with the need to reach into her panties and touch herself. She drew in a long slow inhale and released it.
Finally she turned around. Jackson and Reign stood side by side—light and dark.
Her knees weakened at the hunger she recognized in their eyes. She also felt a surge of power. These two men—strong, powerful, sexual animals—were captivated by her. As a unit, they started forward, stalking her. Her pussy trembled with the need to be fucked but she knew it couldn’t happen.
“Wait.” She held up one hand. Both men jerked to a stop, heat flashing in their eyes. Neither man responded well to commands. “Isn’t it getting late?”
They paused and for a moment it looked like they were going to ignore her. Reign nodded, his eyes going dark.
“She’s right. Let’s go.” The words came out hard and crisp. All cop.
The three of them headed downstairs.
“I’ve called for a car,” Reign warned as they approached Dani’s front door. “From the minute we get inside the limo, we’ll be observed.” Dani nodded then followed Reign’s stare. His focus was trained on Jackson. Jackson grimaced and nodded as well.
“I get it.”
“These people aren’t going to like having you there in the first place so don’t do anything that gives them the idea we aren’t lovers.”
“I got it.”
The delicious sexual tension from moments ago had evaporated in a heartbeat and pure tension remained. Would she be able to recognize this guy if she saw him again? Maybe that was why she hadn’t been able to help the sketch artist. What if we went to all this trouble and I don’t recognize him?
“Then we’ll have had a night of really hot sex,” Reign whispered against her ear.
She jerked and looked at Reign. He smiled. Oops, she’d said that out loud.
“Don’t worry, kitten, you’ll be fine.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips. “Just remember, when we get there, stay by me or Jackson and under no circumstances approach this guy. And don’t drink—”
“She gets it, Reign. Chill.” Jackson grabbed her hand and pulled her out the open door. She breathed deep, not realizing how claustrophobic she’d been feeling. Jackson was right. She was starting to panic just a little.
Jackson locked the door behind them and led the way down the path to the parking lot and the waiting limousine. The driver nodded as he came around to open the back door. Trying to keep her breath steady, hoping it would calm her heart, which had decided to start racing, she focused on the sleek lines of the limo, the discreet black shine of the paint.
The door opened and she bent forward, raising one leg to climb into the back of the car, knowing there was no elegant way to get into a limo.
A low, snarling growl rumbled from behind her and she froze, pausing for just a heartbeat before she looked over her shoulder. Jackson stood almost behind her, his eyes glowing red as he stared at her ass.
And she realized her skirt had ridden up.
Needing something to break the tension, to ease the strain in her chest, she wiggled, sliding her skirt a little higher until the elastic edge of her granny panties showed.
The growl deepened until Jackson’s words were almost unrecognizable.
“Get in the car.”
Fighting a giggle, she climbed inside and crawled to the far side of the cabin. Jackson entered after her, his face a dark glower. Wow, where had the gentleman who opened her car door gone? He’d disapp
eared and been replaced by this powerful, dominant lover. But somehow the sense of safety remained.
Reign climbed in, nudging Jackson over. Dani sat in the corner, stretching her legs out in front of her, letting her skirt sit high on her thighs.
Jackson growled and she could have sworn she heard Reign snarl.
She chuckled quietly to herself. Oh, this was going to be a fun evening.
The drive across town was mainly silent. On Jackson’s part, that was because if he said anything it would be to tell the driver to turn around so they could drag Dani’s ass back into the house and fuck her until she knew better than to tease a wolf. And a Cat.
Remembering what Reign had said about them being observed from the time they climbed into the car, Jackson slid his hand around Dani’s hip and pulled her close, shifting her so her knee rested on his and her ass was in his hand. Teasing her just a bit, he slipped his finger under her skirt and scraped his fingernail across the elastic of her panties.
Dani’s eyes flashed with irritation and Jackson chuckled. Reign reached over and lifted Dani’s hand off Jackson’s and carried it to his lips, biting down on the tip of her finger before sucking it into his mouth.
Hmm. Reign and Dani. Lovers. This was something he needed to consider. He’d never heard of a werewolf who shared his mate. He glanced at the woman next to him, her smile making him want to kiss the smirk off her lips. She would be a good mate. Strong, sexual. Loving.
His family was going to love her. Well, once they got over the fact that he’d taken Max’s woman. That thought put a bit of a damper on his future plans but before he could think about it too long, the car pulled to a stop.
“We’re here,” Reign announced quietly.
Jackson pushed away all the shit going through his head—the future and mates and why he considered Dani his mate yet accepted Reign fucking her—that would all have to wait. Now he needed to focus on Dani and protecting her.
The driver came around and opened the door. Reign climbed out, Jackson followed and they both turned to help Dani from the car. She slid across the bench seat until her feet hung out the door, the hem of her tight skirt riding up, high. Pale yellow panties appeared beneath the glittering red material that was supposed to be covering her ass. She paused, as if giving them a moment to look.
Dani put one foot on the ground and eased herself to standing, taking their arms and stopping between them.
“Oops.” Her eyes widened and were as innocent as a Siren’s.
Reign growled.
She patted his chest, like a woman calming a big dog—or Cat as it were. “Good thing I’m wearing those granny panties,” she said, her voice lazy and teasing.
“Good thing.” Jackson couldn’t stop his laughter. She might have conceded to wearing the panties but she was clearly letting them know it had been her decision in the end.
“Let’s go,” Reign commanded, taking Dani’s hand and leading her forward.
Jackson followed, scanning the building entrance as he walked forward. This was it. He was entering a Clowder. He’d never known a wolf to attend one of these Cat gatherings. Too dangerous. Rumors abounded in the wolf world. The tales always ended with the wolf disappearing and a warning to young wolves to stay away from the Cats.
Reign nodded to the doorman standing in the elevator lobby. The guy seemed to recognize Reign and pressed the call button. A line of humans waited extending around the lobby, all eager to be allowed access to the club. Jackson shook his head. No daughter of his would ever end up at a Cat party.
The thought created a flurry in his brain. First that he would have a daughter. He looked at Dani. They hadn’t discussed anything so forward thinking as children. Hell, she didn’t even know she was sleeping with a werewolf. And a Cat. And God knew what their children would be.
Fuck. Jackson clenched his fingers into a fist. None of it made sense and really he didn’t have time for this now. It was times like these he wished he was more like Max. Max was great at focusing on the present.
Reign turned and looked at Jackson as he approached. He raised his eyebrows as if to ask if everything was cool. Jackson nodded. Everything was fine. He just needed to pay attention to tonight and later, tomorrow or the next day he’d worry about the future.
He moved in close, standing a little behind and between Dani and Reign. Heat radiated from the Cat’s body and the wolf’s nature was to snuggle up to anything warm.
Jackson didn’t want to cage the wolf in his brain. He needed the animal’s instincts but he also needed to be able to think. He mentally nudged the wolf and waited for the elevator to open.
Dani looked around, her eyes hopping from the bouncer to the crowd. She started to turn. Jackson grabbed her arm and stopped her, pulling her close. Reign crowded in as well.
“Everything’s okay,” Jackson whispered. He pressed his lips against her ear hoping to muffle the sound so the Cat working the door didn’t hear. “Reign and I have it covered. Trust us.”
She gave a slow nod and licked her lips. Reign moaned beside them and Jackson understood the sound.
The elevators opened and the bouncer waved them onboard.
Dani took one bracing breath which Jackson didn’t think anyone would notice and stepped inside.
Reign followed and Jackson went in last. They formed a little group in the corner.
The elevator closed and Reign turned, curling his body toward Jackson’s. Even knowing he needed to keep up the pretense, Jackson resisted for just a moment then he relaxed into the embrace leaning in, clamping his lips down on Reign’s, taking the opportunity to control the kiss. He could feel Reign’s urge to fight, but after a tense moment, he opened his mouth and accepted Jackson’s tongue. Their groans became real as they moved closer, hips pressing against each other.
The elevator rose smoothly, taking them closer to danger. Jackson lifted his head, fighting the lust and fog that threatened. Reign’s eyes burned with a matching need. Jackson glanced at Dani. She stood, locked against Reign’s body, her eyes focused on their lips.
“Feeling left out, baby?” he asked, bending down and taking her mouth in a long drugging kiss, amazed at the way her taste blended with Reign’s perfectly, making it a powerful temptation. Addictive.
It was like hot chocolate and whipped cream. Each good alone. Incredible when mixed together.
The door chime announced their arrival and Jackson forced himself to leave the seduction of Dani’s mouth, pleased to see she looked a little unfocused when he pulled away. Good. He liked knowing he wasn’t the only one on the edge.
“Let’s go, boys and girls.”
* * * * *
Reign took a deep breath and stepped off the elevator. He didn’t much like being in the lead, preferred to take up the rear, watch for covert attacks but tonight he’d have to leave that to Jackson. The first scent off that elevator had to be Cat, particularly when a wolf was accompanying him.
The club manager was there to greet him. He smiled when he saw Reign, greed glittering in his eyes as he bowed his head in welcome.
It wasn’t often Reign hit the clubs. And usually those nights when he did appear, he was in need, heavy need, of entertainment. He’d been willing to pay well for PussyCats able to take his cock for the night.
The manager sniffed the air and the edges of his mouth bent down and his nostrils stretched long, as if something foul had been left to die at his feet.
“Good evening, sir.” He looked over Reign’s shoulder. “I see you’ve brought…guests—” The word was more curse than welcome. “With you tonight.”
Reign tipped his head back and looked down. “Yes. Friends. Good friends.” He didn’t look away, drilling the manager with every ounce of menace he possessed. “I wouldn’t be happy if anything happened to them.”
The threat was more than implied and definitely received. He could see the manager’s throat work as he gulped.
“Of course, sir. Any friend of yours is welcome.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” He glanced around the room. “Table?”
“Yes, sir. We have one in the front.” He waved toward the dance floor. Reign didn’t even bother to react. “Or we have a lovely place right over there along the wall.”
“Better. We’ll go there.”
He didn’t even look to see if Jackson and Dani followed. He had to trust that Jax understood Cat politics. The Cat led, others followed. A low rumble spread through the room as they wove through the tables. It would be common knowledge within moments that a wolf was in their midst. Reign would be ostracized for fucking a dog for a while but Cats had short memories. Hell, they’d probably never know he was doing it to save them from addiction and death.
The mocking voice in his head that might have been called his conscience, if he thought Cats had a conscience, laughed. Right. He’d fucked Jackson because of the case. For no other reason. Not because of the delicious smell that coated his skin or the sleek muscles stretching and straining. Even the hot ass open and spread before him. His cock twitched in the tight leather pants and Reign groaned. Fuck. He needed to focus, think like a cop but his dick had other plans.
The club manager stepped out of the way and opened his hand toward the table, situated against the wall. It was a booth and blocked a little too much of the entrance for Reign’s comfort but he didn’t think he could be that picky. That would cause too much suspicion in his direction and having the wolf with him was dangerous enough.
“Can I get you—” The manager sniffed. “And your friends anything?”
“Tanqueray and tonic,” Jackson announced, his voice hard and just a little snide.
Reign nodded. “I’ll have the same. Dani?”
“Wine.” Her hand fluttered. “White wine. Uhm, pinot grigio. Anything is fine.”
Jackson grabbed her hand and pulled her down onto the bench, putting her between them.
The manager bowed and walked away.
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