Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  The elevator zoomed them up to the tenth floor silently and so fast they didn’t have time to talk. Keelan hadn’t booked a suite as they had no luggage. But he had booked a large room with a hot tub. Since shower sex had gone well, he rather thought hot tub sex should be even better. And he’d made certain he had condoms and lube in his pocket. As long as Quintana was happy with that plan, of course.

  Keelan opened the door to their room and put the keycard in the slot so the lights came on. Holding the door open with one hand, he indicated to Quintana to enter with the other. Wynn followed her inside and he brought up the rear. “Nice,” said Quintana appreciatively.

  He walked straight through into the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief when he saw the hot tub there with a row of little bottles of shampoo and bubble bath along the ledge beside it. Quickly he closed the drain and turned the hot water full on. Such a large tub would take a while to fill. He’d come back later to add some cold water.

  Wynn had picked up the hotel folder and was asking Quintana, “Do you want anything? They have just about everything you could imagine here. Massages, laundry services, even an MC if you want to host a party.”

  “You two are all the party I need.”

  “I feel the same,” said Keelan crossing the room to kiss her nose.

  “Would you like to talk about the trip to the pack? You didn’t show it at all, but I sensed that old man’s questions upset you,” said Wynn.

  Quintana sat in one of the chairs. “Not upset exactly. More, he reminded me of the reasons why I left and didn’t return after my father died. There I was a second-class citizen, or even lower than that. Female, not an all-powerful male, and not even a shape-shifter. Whereas, out in the world, women still haven’t achieved complete equality, but we aren’t disrespected too much either. Or, at least, perhaps I should say at Hanson Mall we aren’t disrespected.”

  “It’s those exact attitudes which are holding the pack back, preventing it from being a success. They need women, which means human women, to mate with their men, or the pack will get weaker and weaker and eventually die out,” said Wynn.

  “I think the Alpha knows that. He didn’t believe the Supreme would listen to him or take a call from him at first if you remember. Once he understood he could ask questions and get advice from someone he truly esteemed, he took the first step toward improving the pack’s life and future. I’ve got a lot of respect for him in having the guts to make that move. It must have been very hard for him,” said Keelan.

  Keelan tried to understand how the Alpha must have felt. He had to take a stand against the reactionary elements in his own pack, men like Samson who he had probably worked alongside companionably for many years. Taking a new path was always dangerous for a leader because of the risk the pack wouldn’t follow him there.

  “Until I began this job I hadn’t realized how many werewolf packs there are. It never occurred to me there could be another one only an hour’s drive away, even though it’s a very small pack,” said Wynn.

  “Most packs are very small. I think it was originally that way so they could stay hidden and not let humans know they were around, although a few locals will always either find out or guess.”

  Keelan rested his gaze on Quintana. She didn’t seem nervous now, just relaxed and joining in the conversation. If she had been upset she seemed to have gotten over it. And, as always, what she said was correct.

  “One of the packs organized a week-long interspecies mating party with the support of the Supreme last year. The information they collected from the participants is what we used to begin this project,” said Wynn.

  Keelan nodded. He remembered Wynn telling him about it before.

  “A mating party?” asked Quintana. “How did that work?”

  “They hired an entire convention center on the outskirts of a city. The people who wanted to go had to pass all sorts of personality tests and be recommended by their Alpha and there was a limit on how many could come from each pack. It sounded like a hell of a lot of work, but it was very successful. There were a lot of matings out of it,” said Wynn.

  “But where did they get the women from?” asked Quintana.

  “Some were wolves who hadn’t found a mate in their own pack. A lot of them were human women who knew about and accepted shape-shifters. A couple of them were other species shifters. I know one woman was a panther.”

  “I think it’s an excellent idea. I believe there’s going to be another one again this year,” said Keelan.

  He walked back into the bathroom. The tub was filling nicely and the room was steamy. He dipped a hand in the water and it was a little bit too hot, but not terrible. He turned the faucet down a little and added some cold water. Now the water running into the tub would be still warm, but no longer hot. In a few minutes they’d be able to get in and the fun would begin.

  He took the condoms and lube out of his pocket and laid them on the side of the tub with the bubble bath and other supplies then returned to the main room.

  Both Quintana and Wynn looked at him. “It’s time to get undressed and move into the bathroom.”

  Quintana jumped up. “Is there something you’re not telling us?” She went into the bathroom and Wynn followed her.

  “Oh wow. I like, I like, I like,” she said.

  “Me, too. Good plan, cuz.”

  “In that case it’s time to get undressed,” he said, pulling his shirt off.

  Chapter Seven

  Quintana felt her honey dampening her panties. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sat in a hot tub. The fitness center didn’t have one, and she didn’t spend nearly as much time exercising as she should anyway. An aerobics class each week, and maybe half an hour on an exercise bike, and that was about all she did in the way of formal exercising. Fortunately her job involved her in enough standing and walking that she wasn’t getting fat. Yet.

  But this was pure carnal delight. Two naked yummy lovers and hot water. Life didn’t get much better than that.

  She returned to the bedroom and undressed, placing her clothes neatly on a chair. She had to wear them home and even if Wynn did throw his all over the room, that wasn’t her style.

  She fished through her purse until she found half a dozen hair clips, then wound her braid into a knot on the top of her head and pinned it there. Likely her hair would still get wet, but she hoped it wouldn’t become a completely tangled mess.

  Wynn was already in the hot tub, his legs spread wide apart and his cock standing up hopefully. Quintana noticed there was lube and condoms on the side of the tub along with a row of little bottles. She stepped into the water, the heat from it soaking deep into her muscles. “Oh, that feels so good.”

  She kneeled in the water and riffled through all the bottles, picking up each one and reading the label then sorting them into rows. She upended two bottles of bubble bath into the tub, watching happily as a lemon-scented froth started to build up on the top of the water almost immediately. She put aside the bath gel to use later, and picked up the lube, noticing it was “suitable to use in water.” That would be Keelan. He was always prepared.

  Only then did she sit down and lean back to let the heat penetrate her back and shoulders. Her muscles were tight. She wasn’t used to people implying she was worthless. She’d been in charge of her life for too long now to adjust easily to that kind of thinking. But at least the Alpha was changing things. That was good. She’d hated seeing her mother pretending she wasn’t interested in the ice cream and only taking the smallest of scoops when she knew her mom would have liked to eat an entire bowlful of the treat.

  “Will you come back to the farm next Sunday with us please, Quintana?” asked Wynn.

  “I don’t think so. You know the people now and the Alpha knows you. I think you and Georgia can handle everything, although if Keelan wants to go with you that’s fine as well.”

  “Is it too painful for you?” asked Keelan, concern in his voice.

  “It’s not pa
inful. Annoying perhaps, that some people still see me as an insignificant human female. I guess that’s just my own arrogance. I see myself as a successful small businesswoman, but really, compared to most retailers I’m a tiny negligible speck.”

  “You aren’t insignificant to us,” said Keelan, lowering himself into the water.

  “Fuck no.”

  Quintana smiled at their kindness and closed her eyes. The water was so very good. She just wanted to lay here and enjoy it for a little while.

  Both men must have guessed that’s what she wanted because there was no more talking for several minutes until there were waves across her body and Wynn was pressed up beside her. She didn’t need to open her eyes to know which of them was which. Wynn moved more quickly, was less controlled in all his movements. She wasn’t sure whether it was because he was younger, or because Keelan was a jeweler used to doing very intricate and precise work.

  Only moments later, but with less water movement, Keelan was snuggled up against her other side. Okay, it appeared the party was about to begin. She remained still with her eyes closed, waiting to see what they’d do.

  Her legs were stretched out in front of her, her arms slack at her sides, her neck rested on the edge of the tub, and most of her body was underwater, with a layer of bubbles popping lemon foam on her shoulders and neck.

  Quintana was very well aware her senses weren’t as sharp as those of the wolves. Their hearing, vision, smell, all their senses were heightened in wolf form. The lemon bubbles, while providing a lovely aroma and a romantic highlight to the hot tub, dulled her responses even more. The white noise they made would hide any small movements from the men.

  So she remained still, breathing shallowly and listened intently. Four hands touched her simultaneously, petting and stroking her skin. Keelan was massaging the bubbles into her arm and Wynn stroking her breasts underwater. Their hands moved up and down her body, petting and stroking as they went. There was a bit of splashing at one stage and Quintana wondered if one of them had slipped, but then she understood Wynn had reached for the condoms and lube as she was lifted up and onto the side of the tub.

  She opened her eyes and stared at them. “I might catch a chill out here.”

  “Judging by all the steam in this room you’re more likely to get heatstroke,” Wynn replied.

  She giggled. The mirror was completely covered in steam and moisture gleamed from the tiles on all the walls. She felt guilty that none of them had turned on the extractor fans, but the noise now would be annoying. They could do it later.

  Wynn lifted her onto his lap and she held his cock as she slid down over him. As always he filled and completed her perfectly, stretching her wide making her shiver with lust. Wynn wrapped his arms around her and she rubbed her nipples against his chest. Now he was the one shivering and groaning.

  “Damn that’s sexy,” he whispered into her ear, biting gently at the edge of it.

  She wrapped her legs around his butt, tucking them tightly against his skin, and leaned on his hard body. Yes, he was five years younger than her, but she scarcely noticed the age difference anymore. He was fully adult in mind and attitude. Cadfael Hanson, their Alpha, had given him a lot of responsibility in his job, which he was carrying out very well. She had nothing but admiration for the way he’d handled the interviews, never rising to provocation or giving a terse reply, but gently guiding the interviewees when they went offtrack. In fact, he and Georgia were a damn good team. They complemented each other, one taking over when the other wasn’t making progress, changing direction, and offering fresh suggestions.

  “Why didn’t you want to mate Georgia?”

  He spoke slowly, obviously thinking as he answered her. “Georgia? I don’t know. Well, I mean she never appealed to me at all in that way, but I think perhaps we’re too much alike. We think exactly the same on so many things. I guess we’d bore each other to death inside a week. It’s good we’ve got the job to talk about because otherwise some days we’d just grunt at each other.”

  She giggled, rocking on his cock, letting him sink even deeper inside her. Behind her Keelan’s fingers were deep in her ass, stretching and smoothing around her opening. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. There was a ring of bubbles across his shoulders that was slowly dripping down his chest.

  “How is this going to work?” she asked.

  “I think if I kneel up behind you the height should be good. If all else fails there’s a bed in other room. But I like the idea of sliding back into the water afterward.”

  “And sleeping in a nice clean bed all nice and clean ourselves. I like that, too,” said Wynn.

  It sounded good to her, too.

  Wynn held her ass cheeks open for Keelan and finally she could feel Keelan’s cock pressing at her back door. She relaxed with her head against Wynn’s chest, listening to his heart beat steadily underneath her ear as Keelan gradually pushed his way inside her.

  Both men were large, so it was necessarily a slow process as the second one wiggled his way inside, but her body always accommodated them. Her passageways opened up, welcoming her lovers inside, then molding themselves around the giant cocks, gripping them firmly and making her feel totally possessed and cherished.

  Keelan straightened up behind her, his chest resting against her back, and she, in turn straightened more on Wynn so her head was on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him.

  Then the men began a seesaw motion in and out of her. As one pushed in the other withdrew, so there was always one cock inside her and constant movement and tension heightening her responses and driving her need up and up.

  Quintana took one arm off Wynn and wrapped it backward to hold Keelan pressed to her body. She liked the idea of being sandwiched between them, completely encompassed around by them both, as well as totally full with them both. It was as if they’d taken her over, filling and surrounding her, and yet she was the one with the power because they needed her to be a trinity. But it wasn’t just a power trip for her, it was the overriding sense of union that made her feel so happy in their arms.

  In and out they seesawed, rocking her body and her world with their steady, measured pace. She pushed back onto Keelan, and then forward onto Wynn again and again as they so tormentingly slowly increased the pace, moving a microscopic fraction of a second faster each time until she was ready to scream at them.

  Instead she dug her nails into their flesh and thrust harder herself, wanting more of them, all of them, deeper, harder, faster. Until finally they were pounding into her, still in the same contrapuntal movement, but so much faster now she couldn’t keep up, could only rock with their movements and hang on tightly as the orgasm grew closer and spiraled tighter in her belly.

  “So close,” she groaned, then resolutely closed her mouth and pressed her face against Wynn’s shoulder, not wanting to make too much noise in a hotel even if it was a much nicer than usual one, and likely to have much better soundproofing in the walls.

  “Let it out, sweetheart. Come for both of us,” said Keelan.

  And just like that she did. The climax roared out from her belly, driving through her body and making her fingers and toes curl in ecstasy. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids and her body shook. While all this was happening she felt the bursts of heat in her cunt and her ass that demonstrated both men had just been waiting for her to come so they would allow themselves their own releases. They were so good like that. They never just left her to find her own fulfillment. They always waited for her, taking as long as she needed and giving her all their attention until she had an orgasm, sometimes several orgasms, before they permitted themselves to come.

  Like a television cartoon Quintana almost saw the little thought bubble above her head with a light bulb in it and “I love them” written as the caption. I do love them. It’s not just desire or lust. It’s love.

  * * * *

  When all three of them stopped shaking with aftershocks, Keelan lifted the woman he l
oved off Wynn’s knee and settled her into the water, stretching her out so the warmth covered her skin. She didn’t feel cold to him but warm and sweaty, but that might have been their sweat and body heat, not hers. He wouldn’t take any chances with her health.

  As so often happened, Wynn was thinking similar thoughts, and flipped the faucet open running hot water only into the tub, to warm the water even more.

  The two of them cuddled her and let the heat seep through them again. After a while Wynn stopped the water and Quintana sat up, sorting through the little bottles until she found the ones she wanted.

  Wynn held out his hand. “Let us wash you.”

  Keelan watched the edges of her lips tilt up in the way that was purely Quintana. “No thank you. I’d like to get out of this tub before my skin is so wrinkled up it never straightens out again.”

  He watched her wash herself and then step out of the tub and wrap her body in one of the luxurious towels from the heated towel rack. Sighing he opened the drain and then he and Wynn moved to opposite sides of the tub to wash and get out themselves. Keelan wasn’t interested in taking a long time or fussing around. He wanted to be in that big bed with Quintana as soon as possible. They’d never slept the entire night together yet and this was something he’d been looking forward to doing ever since she’d accepted the first date. He couldn’t wait to snuggle beside her and hold her all night long.

  She was sitting on the side of the bed setting the alarm clock when he walked into the bedroom. That made sense he supposed. “What time do we need to get up?”

  “Five.”

  “Five?” Wynn’s response was almost a screech, but it was exactly what he was thinking.

  “I have to go home, shower, dress, and get everything ready for tomorrow. Five,” said Quintana firmly.

  “Fucking hell,” moaned Wynn.

  “It’ll be worth it to spend the night with you,” Keelan said just as firmly, and he meant it, too.