Logan's Company [Soldiers of Passion 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dace Everan

  Farron tightened his grip on her arm. He wouldn’t harm the man. Not after confirming his own suspicions. He’d felt it weeks ago. The pull to the little community snuggled into the valley. He’d been circling the place ever since trying to find a moment to get the man alone. He studied Celeste’s face, his gaze finally clashing with hers. “Dear Celeste. You and I are too much the same.” He released her and stepped away from her. “Sit,” he ordered, taking one side of the man. “What is his name?” he asked, looking over the gash on his neck. He reached out, touching the wound lightly.

  Celeste took to her knees across him, concern in her eyes. “Logan,” she whispered her gaze drifting over Logan’s face.

  Jealousy struck Farron. One day he wanted her to look upon him like that. “Our parents have made a mistake in not allowing us to have contact,” he murmured, leaning closer to Logan, sniffing him over. His eyes closed and his cock hardened. Yes, this was the scent he had picked up on. This was what had been pulling him here. “We should have been given time to get used to each other. To learn each other.”

  Celeste looked at Farron. “Mother had wanted that. Father said you were too busy.”

  Farron laughed. It was short and empty. “No, I requested a courtship. I do not like the idea of taking a mate I do not know.”

  Celeste was confused. This was not the Farron she had heard about. “You were busy with your bitches,” she argued.

  Farron shook his head. “No. I do not have any bitches Celeste. My people do not believe in fucking bitches, trying to get seed from an original. I save that for the woman who will give me children and take pride in becoming one of us.” He looked at her. “My future mate. You. I have saved myself for you. Can you say the same for me?”

  Celeste wanted to slap him. “I didn’t fuck him!” she uttered. How dare he assume she would do that without first getting consent from her parents, from him? Her heart ached. She knew deep down she would not have taken this man without Farron’s consent. She was promised to him. She had honor and would save herself for him.

  Farron nodded. “I know. I would smell you all over him. Your scent. It has not been embedded on him yet.”

  Celeste shook her head. “I had to.” She whispered. Could Farron understand the hunger that had compelled her to bite this human? To make him a part of her life? To change him?

  Farron nodded, knowing full well what she spoke of. Either way, had Celeste not changed Logan, he would have. Having his blood seep through Logan’s veins would have been better, but having Celeste’s scent on Logan made Logan even more delectable to him. He caressed Logan’s jaw. “Something about this man,” he murmured, his fingers feathering over his wound. “It looks like someone had tried to help him.” He didn’t look over his shoulder at the clearing of a throat. He’d known the other man was there. “Who is your friend?” he asked Celeste.

  Celeste shook her head. “He won’t leave Logan alone with me.”

  Farron stood and put himself between the man hunched in the trees and Celeste and Logan. Logan, his name was Logan. He liked that name, and just knowing his name sent shivers of want through him. “I am Farron Weldering of the northern pack.” He introduced himself to the man hiding in the trees.

  Ben stood and held up a hand. “I know who you are, Farron. I have had dealings with your father.”

  Farron nodded. “Then you know you can leave him with us. We need to heal his wound and you may think we are hurting him. He will need us to help him through his transformation,” He paused and looked to the sky through the tall evergreens. “The moon is near full. You know to stay away from us during that time. Logan will need Celeste and myself for his change.”

  Ben didn’t like any of this but he trusted Farron. He gave a nod. “When are we able to see him?” he asked.

  Farron smiled. “We will bring him two days after the full moon.”

  Ben nodded, looking at Celeste keeping his gaze to her face. He opened his mouth to reprimand her but then shut his mouth. He supposed she would be reprimanded by the proper people when it came down to it. He knew they didn’t change just any human and not without the human’s consent. They had not had Logan’s consent to do this to him.

  Chapter Six

  Celeste watched as Farron knelt next to Logan’s body. “What are you going to do?” she asked, watching as he looked over her bite mark.

  Farron smiled, glancing back at the beauty that would give him his children. “We will change and lick him. Our saliva will help heal him.” Celeste rolled her eyes. Duh, as if that wasn’t her plan already. “Or should I say you will and I will wait here and try not to morph.” Celeste furrowed her brow. Why would he not morph and help her?

  Farron’s smile widened at the confused look on her face. He rose and stood close to her, his hands cupping her face. “We need to get to know each other, little wolf. I would fuck you right here and now if I were to change. I do not have that right until your father hands you over.” His thumb stroked her lower plump lip. “You not only feel attraction to Logan, you feel it for me as well. I can smell it. When we mate it will be rough and scary for you.”

  Celeste notched her chin. “I ain’t afraid of you,” she uttered in defiance. Trying to hide the tremble in her jaw as she realized this man could indeed hurt her in their first mating. Already she could feel his sexual hunger for her. She had heard of first mates being carried away with gashing open wounds from their mates accidently clawing them. Biting them.

  Farron howled out in laughter, cupping the back of her head and pulling her close. His lips whispered over her, “It’s not just me you have to worry about now, little wolf. You just made yourself another mate. There will be two of us that will want to fuck you, and fuck you we will.”

  Celeste’s pussy wept at the words. Her tongue darted out and licked her suddenly dry lips as she tasted Farron’s musky flavor explode on her tongue. Her eyes met his. “I can take you both,” she assured arrogantly. Her heart pounded in her ears and god damn she hoped to the spirits above that she did have the strength to take these two men on.

  Farron tightened his grip on her neck. “As men you can. As wolves… We may bite and nip you until you are bleeding. We may fuck you over and over until we have had our fill. Logan is a newborn. He won’t have control.” His hand grasped her hair and pulled.

  Celeste arched to him. “Maybe I want it over and over,” she replied snidely. She could feel liquid seep from her pussy and slowly slide down her naked thigh.

  Farron shook his head. “I would be a lucky wolf if that were the case. Logan would be lucky.” He loosened his grip on her hair. His heart cringed at the thought of hurting this woman, but if he’d learned one thing about the oldest sister of the pack it was that she knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. He hoped he and Logan would not be too violent on her. He’d heard horror stories of mates losing control. His own father had scarred up his mother.

  * * * *

  Logan groaned as the sun burned though his eyelids. He lifted his arm and rested his thick arm, blocking out the brightness. “What the fuck happened?” he moaned, wishing he had a drink of water. He peeked through his eyelids and closed his eyes just as quickly. What the hell was going on? He was sure he saw trees. Why would they leave him in the woods? He was sure Deni and Rachel had been cleaning him up. Ben had carried him back to the compound. Fucking wolf! “Ben, where the fuck is the gun? Gonna go hunting.” He growled slowly, coming to a sitting position. He kept his eyes closed and rubbed his temples. His ears perked at the soft sound of moss being crushed. No, footsteps in the moss deep in the woods. He could smell dank, musty moss. He turned his head and in another direction he could hear the squeal of an eagle. Hear its wings flap and the wind flow under them. His eyes shot open and he jumped back at the sight of the two people in front of him. He crouched and positioned himself for hand-to-hand combat. “Who are you?” he demanded, looking the two over, his gaze falling on the dark haired beauty sitting next to the dark thick handsome
man. One set of bright green eyes and another of clear blue met his and his breath caught in his throat. Did he know these two? He felt he knew them. “Angel,” he whispered.

  Celeste smiled, shaking her head. Crawling to him, she reached out, touching his neck. “No, I am Celeste.” She searched his face. “I am the one you want to hunt down and shoot,” she whispered, shame filling her that she had given into her craving and changed him before he could say yes or no.

  Logan furrowed his brow. “What?”

  Celeste glanced back at Farron and found him looking at her ass. “He doesn’t know what we are.”

  Logan shook his head. “No, I didn’t say I didn’t know what you were. I said ‘what,’ and for fuck’s sake you cannot be real.” He pulled away from her and tried to stand, only to get dizzy and fall to his side. When the woman named Celeste reached out for him, he pushed her hand away and felt regret at the hurt look on her face. “Look, lady. You need to back off,” he ordered, pulling himself away from her. He did a quick assessment of his own body. The ache he had felt in his neck no longer was there. He felt strong, really strong. Thirsty. And fuck was his dick hard! Err, what the hell was going on. His nose twitched at a sweet scent in the air. His gaze darted to Celeste. His teeth clenched and he cringed as his gums burned, and what the hell was happening? His tongue slid over his upper teeth and snagged on long ones. His canines! What the fuck. He narrowed his eyes on Celeste. “What did you do to me?” he asked in a cold tone.

  Celeste settled in front of him on her bum, crossing her legs. “I bit you. Claimed you,” she said simply.

  Logan rolled his eyes. “Well, great. Thanks for doing that. What in the fuck does it mean!” Anxiety reared through him. Was he a werewolf? Was that what this crazy, beautiful bitch was telling him?

  Farron took a seat next to Celeste. “We have scented you since you came here, and Celeste took it upon herself to claim you.” He wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug his new mate. Wait, soon-to-be mate. “You are one of us now. We will help you through your change. It will hurt the first few—”

  “Whoa! Wait just a goddamn minute. Change? One of you? What the fuck are we talking here?”

  Celeste let out an annoyed breath. “You are a werewolf. You will change on a full moon. You can change into a furry beast at your beck and call. You are one of us.” She said the last sentence real slow and boorishly, feeding off of his anger.

  Logan stared at the two. Okay, werewolf. Change on the full moon, and stuck with these two very fuckable people helping him through it. “Why?” he asked. He settled down and sat across from them. There was no sense getting all pissy. These two knew more than he did at this point.

  Celeste looked at him. “I wanted you.” She glanced at the man next to him. “I didn’t want Farron. I could smell you and craved you.” She bit her lower lip. “I felt something and thought if I had you, Farron wouldn’t want me.” She hung her head in shame. She should have known better.

  Logan studied the two. Okay, it was obvious these two were connected and she wanted nothing to do with him or hadn’t wanted anything to do with him. He narrowed his eyes. “What changed?” he asked, looking at her then Farron.

  Celeste glanced at Farron. “He wasn’t what I thought he was,” she answered simply.

  Logan released a breath. “So you took it upon yourself to change me to stay away from this guy?”

  Celeste nodded.

  “And you are meant to be with him?”

  Again Celeste nodded.

  Logan returned the nod with a thoughtful look. “Now where does that put me?”

  Farron’s face lit with a smile and Logan was sure the man’s dark eyes smiled. “It puts you with the two of us,” he answered.

  Logan guffawed. “And what if I don’t want to be with either of you?” Not that that was a problem. He would take them both right here, right now if he didn’t feel so goddamn weak.

  Celeste shook her head. “Surely you feel it now?” she asked, rising to her knees moving closer to him.

  Logan backed away as a shiver of white hot lust shot through him at the sight of her on her knees, her hair falling over her shoulders. The feel of her just being closer made his dick throb to life.

  Celeste halted, looking to Farron for help. “Stay back, Celeste. Give him a minute to adjust,” he replied calmly.

  Logan glared at the man. “Adjust to what?” he demanded. Anger and annoyance filled him. He rubbed his temples in confusion. He didn’t like this chaotic feeling whirling through him. Years he’d spent training himself to be calm, to keep his cool. Not to let the chaos take over. He ran his hand through his hair. His gaze darted to Celeste. Beautiful bronze-skinned goddess. She knelt next to Farron, her chest heaving, her nipples—fuck, he could see her nipples hard and poking underneath her T-shirt. He licked his dry lips and glanced at Farron. Wavy chestnut brown hair lay over his broad shoulders. His blue eyes dark and set on his own. Lust poured through him, and his dick strained against his pants.

  Celeste slowly crawled to him, her mouth taking his hesitantly, whispering over his at first. The softest feeling Logan had ever felt. “Kiss me, Logan,” she whispered against his lips. A plea from the look in her soft green eyes.

  Logan’s mouth took Celeste’s in a hungry kiss. His hands dug into her hair and held her in place. Soft moans escaped her and before Logan knew it, he was on his knees. Celeste’s body plastered against his. His hand slid down her back and cupped her ass. He pulled her close, rubbing his straining hard erection against her pelvis. His tongue thrust fiercely in her mouth. Her taste exploded in him. He pushed her to the ground with a grunt and shoved his hand crudely down her pants, humming at the welcoming heat, at the wetness that his fingers buried into.

  “Mmmm, please. Logan,” she panted breathlessly. Her hips rolled against his fingers, urging him to sink one in. To ease the ache building deep within her. She shuddered with pleasure as one digit sunk into her cunt. As Farron took one side of her his mouth claimed hers hungrily. Her back arched as Logan bit at her nipple through her shirt. She struggled to lift the shirt, to expose herself to him, to give him her body. “Now!” She cried, her hips grinding fiercely against Logan’s hand, her mouth taking Farron’s mouth with eagerness. She heard the zipper of pants, and her lust heightened. Farron’s mouth left hers and in its place was his thick, protruding cock. Her gaze darted to his and her tongue slid over her glistening lips.

  “Suck it, Celeste,” he ordered, his hand gripping his dick. His finger hooked over the tip, spreading his glistening cum over his bulbous head. “Let’s see if you want what you say you want,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with laughter.

  Chapter Seven

  Celeste narrowed her eyes in challenge and tongued the tip of his dick, her tongue flicking his slit. Logan all but stopped his every move at the sight of Celeste tonguing Farron’s dick. He wanted some of that. His hand left her pants and he took the other side of Celeste and freed his dick, poking her cheek. Pure glory sliced through him when she took hold of both his dick and Farron’s and moved them closer so she could take turns licking the both of them. He grasped her hair as she sucked him deep into her mouth. Slow to release his dick from her hot mouth. She repeated the move on Farron as her delicate hand stroked him. When his grip tightened on her hair she held both dicks in front of her mouth, her tongue flicking back and forth between the two while her hand vigorously stroked both of them. He came with a roar, his cum spurting over her mouth, mixing with Farron’s as Farron’s jetted out, coating her mouth, chin and sliding down her neck.

  Logan slumped forward, panting heavily, glancing at Farron who took the same stance. “I think it’s the beautiful lady’s turn now,” he drawled, reaching for Celeste’s pants. Celeste released a low growl filled with lust. Logan made quick work of her button and zipper and pulled her pants from her. He reached out and ran a finger through her glistening pussy, a small smile appearing at the dark bush that hid the treasure he so desired. “Shirt
off.” He ordered. He wanted to see if her nipples were copper as he envisioned. He watched as she took no time removing the garment and leaned back on her elbows, tits out and nipples hard and copper just as he imagined. He reached out, tweaking one while Farron tweaked the other. Logan grinned as she arched her back. “Feel her cunt, man. Fucking sweetness,” he drawled, his finger slowly stroking in and out of the sweetness she leaked.

  Farron caressed his way up her naked muscled thigh. His hand skimmed over her bush, inducing a giggle from her. He grinned, following Logan’s lead and coating his finger in Celeste’s juices and slowly inserting his finger into her softness. Sweet bliss. He leaned close, inhaling her scent and looking at her. “Sweetest scent, my love,” he declared.

  Celeste looked at him in shock. He called her love. Not bitch, not pet. Love. Her heart thudded and her gaze darted to Logan. Would he call her bitch? She knew that’s what her mate was supposed to call her, but… It wasn’t what she wanted with her mates. She was more than just a bitch to breed and fuck. She was a woman, too. One who wanted to be loved and honored. Her gaze darted back to Farron. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Farron looked at Logan. “She is our bitch. I will call her my love,” he declared. He looked at her. “In front of our people you are my bitch. When it is the three of us”—he offered her a loving smile—“you are my love.”

  Logan looked at the two and his heart raced, yearning to be more with these two. He had other things in mind though. As soon as he had the opportunity, he was out of here. Had to. He had a mission to finish and unfortunately these two were not a part of that plan. He needed to get back to Deni, Rachel, and Ben and convince them to go to Harley and find safety. His finger hooked in her and her eyes widened at the sensation it sent rearing through her. Her breath ripped from her and she rode their hands at an even pace. He guided Farron’s oddly unsure hand. He glanced at the man and saw that he watched his every move with precision. Logan furrowed his brow. Did this man not know how to pleasure a woman? “Eat her out,” he ordered Farron.