by Cara Adams
“Yes, ma’am.”
“We’d really like the chance to make love to you properly,” added Maelor.
“What made you choose your apartment, Dylan, instead of Maelor’s?”
“We can go to Maelor’s if you’d prefer, but my apartment is next to Rhion’s, which is vacant now, apart from all their stored things, until the new closets are finished, so we thought it’d be more peaceful for you.”
Hawthorne giggled. “In case I scream when I come?”
“I’d really like you to scream when you come. Scream loudly. But the neighbors might knock on the door to check you’re okay and that could spoil the mood,” said Dylan, hoping she was just teasing them.
It seemed she was teasing because she laughed again but made no more comments.
It was really nice walking the streets, now quite dark, with Hawthorne between them still looking around at everything they passed. It was hard to remember she’d been kept inside for weeks to be safe from Bailey Hamilton. Well, now he was in jail and she could start to enjoy her life again. In freedom and safety. Surely it wouldn’t be too hard for them to find an apartment together not too far from the mall. One that Hawthorne would like.
“You’ve made quite a few comments about the gardens, Hawthorne. Would you like an apartment with a garden? Some of them have shared gardens where you can grow things,” said Maelor.
“It’s strange. I do like plants very much. But I don’t have the patience to grow them myself. I either overwater them, or forget to water them at all. Either way I don’t have a very good record with growing things. Even potted plants on the balcony don’t survive well under my care.”
Dylan had the feeling she was about to say something more, when she frowned and pulled her cell phone out of her jeans pocket. “Willow wants us to go up to her apartment as soon as we get back to the mall. She said to text her when we reach the building and Rhion will come down to swipe us up to their floor.”
“Something’s wrong,” said Maelor.
“I agree.” Unconsciously Dylan began walking faster as did Maelor. Hawthorne lengthened her stride to keep up with them.
What the fuck has happened?
* * * *
Hawthorne paced the floor in Cadfael’s apartment, which was where Willow lived now with him and Rhion. “So what you’re saying is that Bailey’s brother Jackson is also doing something wrong. Something that involves his wellness, no, well-being—what a stupid name—center. Like, he’s killing people off, or keeping them trapped there or something?”
“Harry doesn’t know for certain. But that’s what he’s thinking right now,” said Cadfael.
“And he could still be looking for Hawthorne and Willow to lock them up,” added Maelor.
“Yes. Which means both women are still at risk,” said Rhion, pulling Willow closer to himself.
“What a fucking nuisance. Just when I thought my life was my own again.”
“You’re safe inside the mall, but I don’t know how safe you are outside where anyone could see and recognize you. We don’t know if he has people looking for those he wants or not,” said Cadfael.
“You mean he could have a list of people to be captured?” Hawthorne’s heart beat even faster but she wasn’t afraid. She was angry. She was sick and tired of Bailey trying to control her life and she was absolutely not going to submit to him or his brother again.
“Yes.”
“What about that wolf I saw? Whatever happened about him? Is he a clue?” Hawthorne asked.
“Harry wasn’t looking into that for me. Someone else was. And it’s rather difficult. It’s not like I could paste a sign up on a store window telling him to contact me.”
Hawthorne couldn’t help smiling. No, likely that wouldn’t work. “Well if you do find anything out, please tell me. Meanwhile, I’ll ask Helena at the beauty parlor to make my hair brown again. There are a whole lot more brunettes in the world than redheads.”
“Ugh. I’ll come with you and get mine redone, too. Or maybe we could go blonde,” said Willow.
By the time Hawthorne left Willow’s apartment with Maelor and Dylan, all thoughts of sex had faded from her mind. When Dylan pushed open the door to his apartment, she sat down on his couch and asked, “What do you think about whether or not Jackson is collecting people and locking them up? Why would he do that? Do you think rich people are paying him to keep their troublesome or drug-addicted kids safely out of the gossip magazines? Or could there be something else behind his actions?”
“It could be wealthy people getting rid of troublesome family members. Maybe someone who has a mental impairment or an addiction. But because of the shape-shifter you saw, I’d be inclined to think Hamilton’s center is being used to get either people who believe in shape-shifters out of the way, or else to lock up shape-shifters themselves. That would be my worry. Not that it’s fair to lock up people just because they have a mental health issue. Plenty of people live useful and happy lives while dealing with such issues,” said Maelor.
Deep down Hawthorne knew he was right. The wolf she’d seen was the trigger that had started this whole problem off. And getting Bailey out of her life hadn’t solved the underlying problem at all.
“Well, fuck. That’s a real hassle then.”
“It’s nothing we can solve right now. Cadfael has people working on it, and we just need to be patient and keep you safe until the issue is resolved,” said Maelor.
“But fucking would be good. It’s something we’d very much like to do with you,” said Dylan.
Both men were standing in front of her now. Dylan stretched out his hand and pulled her to her feet. She liked the way he did that. Maelor had done it before, too. It was them exerting their control over her, but in a gentle and helpful way. It didn’t make her feel helpless or subservient, just protected and cared for.
Fucking. Yes. She’d been looking forward to it all day. It was something she wanted. She was ready to do that with these men. She liked them both very much. Not that she was ready to commit to being with them or anything, but she was more than ready to spend time with them and get to know them better. Right now, getting to know them in bed sounded good to her.
“All right. I agree. Have you got condoms?”
Like matching bookends both men reached into their pants and pulled out a box of chocolate-flavored edible condoms. “I don’t think we’ll need quite that many.” She giggled.
“Oh, you never know,” said Dylan.
“Great minds think alike,” added Maelor.
The men led her into Dylan’s bedroom. His apartment was just an ordinary one, the room an average size, but the bed was big and the quilt on it was in multiple shades of brown all swirling around together. It was manly, but welcoming. Hawthorne looked all around and absorbed the atmosphere. It was really strange, but she felt at home here, as if she belonged in this place.
Dylan pulled the quilt down to the end of the bed, and Hawthorne caught a glimpse of deep gold sheets and tan pillowcases, and then Maelor was quickly stripping her clothes from her. She unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down his hips. It seemed like she’d been waiting for a very long time to see these two cocks. Already she thought of them as hers, but first she needed to look at them properly. And to taste them. Hell yes. What flavors would they be? Would she even like their taste? What if she didn’t? Oh well, the chocolate condoms would work she supposed.
As soon as Maelor’s pants had dropped she kneeled in front of him and lifted his cock out of his boxers. He was thick and long with a broad head. His skin was still darker than hers or Dylan’s, even on his shaft, which meant he was naturally olive toned. She flicked her tongue over his cockhead then dipped the tip of it into the little eye. There was just the tiniest bead of pre-cum sitting in the slit. She savored his flavor. Mostly salty, but the tiniest hint of almonds. Very nice. She licked up and down his shaft, sucked his head into her mouth again, and then scraped her teeth over the top of him before rolling his balls in
her hand.
She was just about to stand up, when Maelor pulled her upright. “We’re supposed to be teasing you, not you teasing us.”
“But I haven’t tasted Dylan yet.”
“In a little while. First let’s finish undressing you.”
She was naked and on the bed in a flash, but just had time to grab hold of Dylan’s arm and drag him down with her. Quickly she scrambled on top of him, unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, and pushing them down. Like Maelor, he was wearing boxers, but his were a sober dark blue whereas Maelor’s had skulls and crossbones all over them.
Hawthorne concentrated on releasing Dylan’s cock and getting to know it. It was just as long as Maelor’s but probably not quite as wide. But then, Maelor was muscular all over, so it was logical his cock would be bigger, too. Now for a taste. She sucked Dylan’s cockhead into her mouth and sucked. He was already leaking pre-cum and had a rich, spicy taste.
“Very nice.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
Maelor’s hands were on her ass. “Have you been fucked here before?”
“No.”
“May we introduce you to ass-fucking? We’ll be very gentle and prepare you properly,” said Maelor.
Suddenly that was what she wanted. More than anything she wanted both of them to fuck her. One in her cunt and the other in her ass. Her cream was coating her inner thighs she was so aroused. “Yes,” she whispered.
Maelor rolled off the bed and grabbed his pants, pulling a small tube of lube from his pocket.
“You’re quite the Boy Scout, aren’t you? Always prepared,” she said.
Maelor looked right into her eyes and said, “I’ve been waiting for tonight ever since I met you. I want to show you how I’ll love you,” he said.
Once again guilt rolled through Hawthorne. What was it about her and this man? He was kind, gentle, considerate, yet she was always saying cruel things to him. Something about his goodness brought out the very worst in her. “I’m sorry. That was rude. I’m glad you’re being thoughtful.”
“Let me distract you, while Maelor prepares you,” said Dylan, using both his legs to push hers wide apart, and wrapping his arms around her back so her body was pressed tight to his.
“I could suck your cock. That way I couldn’t say anything at all.”
“Yes, but your sexy naked body is enough to drive me crazy. If you put your mouth on my cock I might not be able to wait for the main event and that would be sad.”
“Hmm. I suppose so.”
Hawthorne relaxed into his arms and waited to see what these two wolves would do. Maelor was a big man all over, so she expected his finger in her ass to feel huge and intrusive. But he was smarter than that. First he teased around the outer rim, coating it with lube and only very gradually inserting the tip of a finger inside to rub the slippery gel around the opening of her rear channel. By the time his finger was inside her, she was trying to divide her attention between his hands on her ass and Dylan’s mouth trailing wet kisses up over her collarbone and along her neck. Several times she tried to turn her head to capture Dylan’s lips with hers, but he wouldn’t let her, constantly moving his mouth elsewhere in a sensuous slide that nearly drove her mad with the need for something more.
Hawthorne also became very gradually aware of an unexpected scent. It was something floral, yet there were no flowers in the room. No, not floral exactly but…“Cinnamon. I can smell cinnamon.”
“It’s the lube. I thought cinnamon would blend nicely with chocolate. After all, people often put cinnamon on their hot chocolate drinks.”
Hawthorne giggled. “Very true.”
But soon she couldn’t think at all. The fingers teasing her ass were driving her wild, and Dylan’s gentle sucking and licking had detoured into nibbling on her ear and neck, making her cunt drip cream and her head dizzy with desire.
“I’m ready. Can we fuck now?”
“Are you sure?” Maelor pressed two fingers deep into her ass, twirling them around and lighting a fire in every nerve ending there.
“Yes!”
Dylan reached for the condoms and Hawthorne sat up straight over his body. “Let me.”
Carefully she rolled it down his length before turning to Maelor. “Now you.”
He lay on the bed beside her, his cock standing up like a soldier about to salute. Once she’d sheathed him in latex she pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. She flicked her tongue over the condom some more. “Hmm. It does taste of chocolate. But I can’t imagine it’d be the same as actually eating candy.”
“We can test that out later if you like. Right now I’m dying here. Are you ready?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Good, because I really don’t want to wait any longer,” said Dylan.
She deliberately teased him by rubbing her wet pussy over his thighs before wiggling a little higher on his body and placing his cock at her pussy entry. Hawthorne stared into his attractive face. Dylan’s jaw was strong and square, his eyes bright blue, and his hair a soft light brown. He was a hell of an attractive man. He also had a mighty fine cock that stretched her cunt wide as she slid down over him. He filled her completely, before wiggling another inch deeper until his balls were pressed tight against her skin.
“Mmm, so good.”
“It feels mighty fine from down here, too,” said Dylan, flexing his cock in her cunt, causing shivers of lust to run up and down her spine. Dylan gripped her tightly, forcing her completely flat on his body, as Maelor held her ass cheeks open and brushed his cock over her rear entry.
A completely different shiver raced through her senses this time. This was one of yearning. Every dark and naughty desire she’d ever imagined was about to be fulfilled. Up until now the sex she’d experienced had been vanilla. She’d never even had anal sex although she’d contemplated it a few times, just as she’d thought about whether or not she’d like to have her ass spanked. But her relationship with Bailey hadn’t been a sexual one, and now, looking back, she suspected something about him had caused her to remain a little aloof from him. She’d never fully trusted him. And that was just as well.
However, she did trust Maelor and Dylan. Over and over they’d shown themselves caring and trustworthy, the type of men she could relax with and be herself. Her relationship with them was one where commitment was possible, because she understood them, and they accepted her as she was, even when she spoke before thinking. Right now, thinking wasn’t going to happen, though. The cock pushing into her ass was far too arousing. There was pressure, and fullness, but mostly there was a driving need for more. More penetration, more pressure, more fullness, and most of all, more movement.
“More,” she demanded.
“I’m trying to take this slowly.” She could hear the tension in Maelor’s voice.
“I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.” Hawthorne tried to lunge backward onto Maelor’s cock but Dylan kept his grip on her.
“Not yet, petal. Soon, though.”
Hawthorne licked Dylan’s chest and tasted his sweat. Hah. This was hard for him as well. He’d been very good, not trying to fuck her or take control, just holding her still, waiting for Maelor to be ready. It was another sign of how united these men were. They might not be best friends, but they were a powerfully effective team and seemed to understand each other completely. Life with them would be good, she knew. Not that she was signing up for a relationship just yet. But sex, yes. She was so ready for this brand-new experience.
Maelor wiggled and she knew he was as deep as he could get inside her. Full didn’t explain how she felt. Her tissues had stretched wide and expanded to such an extent she was surprised it hadn’t hurt. But her body had accommodated itself around the two cocks, enfolding them in her warmth and wetness, holding them snug and tight, yet accepting every inch of both men. Amazing.
The men wiggled a bit and then both pulled out of her until only the heads of their cocks remained in her cunt and ass. Hawthorne opened her m
outh to complain, then shut it with a snap. Of course they had to pull out. They couldn’t pump into her when they were already in. But it felt weird, almost as if there was a sense of loss. One moment she’d been full, totally possessed by her men, and then they were gone. Fortunately it was only a few brief heartbeats before they began pressing back inside her again, stretching her once more, but filling, completing, and possessing her as well. Hawthorne rubbed her aching nipples on Dylan’s chest. Oh yes it felt so good. She was wrapped around with hot men, their hard bodies covering her completely, their cocks filling her, their skin plastered to hers.
Instinctively she sensed it could always be like this for her, if she wanted it to be. Her, and Dylan, and Maelor. But now was not the time for thinking. Right now she needed to be fucked. Tentatively Hawthorne twisted her hips, feeling Dylan’s cock twitch deep inside her. Then she pushed back onto Maelor’s cock, enjoying his little gasp as she did so. Dylan was still gripping her firmly, but as he pumped in and out of her in tandem with Maelor, Hawthorne was able to stroke her foot on someone’s leg, to pet the bodies surrounding her with one hand, and to luxuriate in the intense sense of possession. This was so good she might never appreciate vanilla sex ever again.
The men’s thrusts became deeper, more powerful, and Hawthorne could only hold onto Dylan’s shoulders and revel in the extreme sensations roaring through her body. Every part of her tingled with nervous energy from her toes right up to the top of her head. The orgasm building deep in her belly was growing fast, but still she held onto Dylan, tried to push back onto Maelor’s cock, and rejoiced in every stroke as the men pumped in and out of her.
Then the spell broke and Hawthorne’s climax exploded in her core, causing her to grip both cocks with all her strength as her body shook in release. More sensations raced up her spine, shaking her arms and legs, causing her toes and fingers to curl, and fireworks to sparkle behind her eyelids.
Her body was still riding the wave of the best orgasm she’d ever had, when both men began jackhammering into her cunt and ass again. Hawthorne was so satiated her body was completely limp, but feeling the heat and passion as the men came within her made her nerves tingle once again as Maelor pressed kisses to the back of her neck, and Dylan held her hands, twining his fingers through hers.
