by Cara Adams
Then her body was soaring through the air as Mike grabbed her and threw her to the left, away from the building and out of the direct line of Adam’s missile. Ellie didn’t even have time to hope she landed on something relatively soft, like a garden bed, before a huge body caught her midair and was running with her farther away from the building.
By the time they stopped, she was as breathless as the man holding her. He placed her on the ground and held her steady. “Are you okay, ma’am?”
Too breathless to answer she just nodded, pushed her glasses up higher on her nose, grateful they hadn’t come off, then turned around to face the clinic. Harry had wrestled Adam onto the tiles and was tying him up with what appeared to be zip ties. He must have run out of handcuffs. She almost giggled then wondered if she was hysterical with fear.
Rowan and Mike surrounded her, stroking her body, patting her shoulders, and thanking the burly man who still had hold of her arm.
“Mike, did you just throw me through the air like…like…like a football?”
“Yup. Lucky you’re such a little thing, isn’t it? It was the only way to get you away from those spiders.”
“Thank you for catching me. I’m Ellie Roth.”
“Jayden Powell, ma’am. I haven’t had so much fun since I played college football.”
This time Ellie really did giggle.
They all turned and watched the drama outside the clinic. On the roof Harry slung Adam over his shoulder and disappeared inside the roof space again, while Oscar was dropping smashed tiles on the ground and piling other tiles into a neat heap on the roof.
On the ground several men were collecting the spiders into what looked to Ellie like a professional bug-catching container. Still other people were spraying and stomping on spiders that were running away. There was smashed glass scattered over a wide area, so Ellie guessed a lot of spiders would have gotten away, although she saw some other women she didn’t know with scoops and Ziploc bags on the grass, presumably trying to catch them. She wondered if one of the women was Karen, Rowan’s sister.
The raucous sound of police sirens filled the air, and Jayden left them to go open the gate. Of course, he was the man who’d opened the clinic gate when she and Mike had arrived. It could only have been a matter of minutes ago, but so much had happened it seemed more like hours.
Right behind the police cars was a candy-apple-red sports car. That would be Sierra Bond, the attorney.
Ellie was conflicted. It was time, more than time that Adam was made to pay for all the trouble he’d caused over the years. He wasn’t a child any longer. He was her eldest sibling and would be thirty next January, yet here he was still acting like an adolescent. His round face, bright-blue eyes, and innocent, boyish looks helped him, she supposed. Then a thought came to her. If the young men with the spiders were his gang, were they the same people who’d put the tire shredders on the road outside the clinic? And if they were, was Adam the one who’d driven them there and left them to their fate, not coming back to help them escape? It would be exactly the sort of thing Adam would do. Even as a child, he’d plan things and leave her brother and sister to carry them out and get caught if things went wrong, which they so often did with Adam’s ideas.
She’d heard he was running a gang, so that information and his nature would fit with this activity.
Was it because of her? Was all this trouble because her brother hated her? Had she brought down devastation on the clinic simply by working there? Oh God, how could she ever forgive herself for doing this to Oscar and the shape-shifters? She would never be able to look any of them in the face again, not Oscar, nor Ambrielle, and certainly not Rowan and Mike.
All this trouble because of her. Because she wasn’t a cat shape-shifter. Because her brother hated her.
Ellie felt so weak and horrified her knees wobbled and she knew she was going to throw up. She staggered over to a tree and vomited, shaking hard, throwing up again and again until there was nothing left.
Sobs shuddered through her body as she began to think more about what she’d done by coming here and ruining the lives of so many people. I must go. Far away. Likely Tennessee would do as she’d already thought of going there.
Then Mike was picking her up, pulling her into his arms, and Rowan was pressing soft kisses to the back of her neck.
“Aw, honey, it’s all right. Everything will be fine. No one was hurt. Everyone’s safe,” said Mike.
“And I will personally make damn fucking sure that fucking little pervert never comes near you again,” added Rowan.
“You don’t understand. He’s my brother. This is all my fault. He’s attacking me, and I’ve caused all this trouble.”
Rowan held her head, forcing her to look at him. She blinked the tears from her eyes and rubbed her shirt sleeve across her face.
“So, what you’re saying is, you asked your brother to bring a bunch of friends and a shitload of spiders here to terrorize the clinic. That’s what you did?”
“Don’t be obtuse, Rowan. Of course not. But because he hates me—”
“Hate is not an excuse. It’s perfectly normal to hate someone, even a sister. Not that I’ve got a sister, but I know it happens. But most people don’t attack their sister’s workplace with spiders. That’s not normal. Even putting a spider in your sister’s bed isn’t normal for anyone older than about twelve. And you said he was thirty? So isn’t it time he grew a brain?” asked Mike.
Ellie wiggled free and stood on her own two feet. Ambrielle came over and handed her a bottle of water and some baby wipes. Ellie smiled gratefully and cleaned herself up. “Thank you, Ambrielle. I’m so sorry to have caused all this trouble. It’s—”
“If you say it’s your fault once more, I’ll spank you. You aren’t responsible for the idiotic actions of your brother,” interrupted Rowan.
“He’s right, Ellie. Every person is responsible for their own actions and mistakes. Your brother chose to come here. I wonder if George Thorne paid them to do it.”
“Adam’s always very interested in making some easy money. Even living with our father hasn’t cured him of that characteristic.”
“Well, there you go then. I bet George paid him. I must go tell Oscar.”
“Something else, Ambrielle,” said Ellie as another thought came into her mind.
“Yes?”
“Unless one of the teenagers collects spiders, where did all those spiders come from? It would be just like Adam to have stolen them.”
“Ohhh, nice idea.” Ambrielle turned around and hurried back to Oscar, who had now come down off the roof and was talking to the police officers.
“Good idea, Ellie.” Mike pressed gentle kisses to her forehead.
“I had another thought, too. I was wondering if the teenagers were Adam’s gang and he was the one who drove them to put the metal on the road, then ran away and left them to be caught.”
“We need to tell that to the police. If Adam is a bit light-fingered, maybe he even stole the caltrops. They’re not nearly as easy to find as the tacks and other metal the kids scattered everywhere.” Rowan took her hand, and the three of them walked across to where the police were talking to the staff.
People were scattered across the grass still looking for spiders, and Danny Davies, the carpenter, was up on the roof repairing the hole Adam had smashed in it.
Ellie sighed. This was going to take forever, and she loathed the thought of betraying Adam, but she refused to protect a man who had deliberately endangered so many people. And so stupidly. He hated her. She knew that and stayed away from him, so why was he pursuing her and tormenting her? Why couldn’t he just leave her alone?
* * * *
Mike kept his arm around Ellie the whole time the police were interviewing people. He’d come so close to losing her. When that idiot—her brother as it turned out—had thrown the bottle at her, he’d had no time to think, just time to react. He’d seen Jayden standing there maybe five yards away, picked her up, a
nd hurled her at the security guard, hoping his build was telling the truth and he’d played football in college. The man had run forward and caught her like a pro, getting her away from the spiders.
Mike hadn’t even stopped to watch the bottle smash to the ground, he’d been too busy running to Ellie, needing to hold her in his arms again. He still needed her now. And that feeling wasn’t going to leave him anytime soon. They had to make her see she belonged to them forever. Mike wasn’t sure where the emotion had come from, but seeing her in danger had made it perfectly plain to him that if she was hurt he’d die inside. He couldn’t bear it if anything happened to her. He’d been created for one reason only and that was to protect her forever. And if that meant from her father and brother, so be it.
When the police turned Adam to take him away, he stopped and faced Ellie. Mike was horrified at the venom in his face. How could a man look at his sister like that?
“A thousand dollars. George Thorne promised me a thousand dollars if I could scare a woman worker away from the clinic. And another two hundred each for any other people who left as well. You always run away. Why didn’t you run away this time? You cost me a thousand dollars, you worthless little bitch.”
Mike wrapped his arms even tighter around Ellie. Sierra Bond pressed a few buttons on her cell phone. “Thank you for that confession, Adam Roth. I’ll see you in court.”
“Oscar, I’m taking Ellie home. She’s had enough to deal with today already.”
“Rowan, you go with them. There are plenty of people still here to catch the rest of the spiders. Although if they’ve got any sense they’ll be setting up home in the trees already and be no trouble for us anymore,” said Oscar.
Rowan stood on the other side of Ellie. “I need to get a few hours sleep, and likely a nap would be good for you after the stress this morning. Then we’ll hire a dungeon and play a scene. After that, we’ll talk some more about you agreeing to belong to both of us.”
Mike’s cock hardened. A dungeon scene sounded excellent. Ellie agreeing to belong to both of them would be even better. She was a part of him, buried deep in his heart. She knew that. Hopefully her inhibitions would have been erased by now and she’d agree. Or maybe he and Rowan would fuck her until she screamed for mercy.
Whatever works.
* * * *
Once again Ellie’s arms were chained above her head, but this time it was in a dungeon and she was standing facing the blank stone wall. She was desperate to come, but Rowan had explicitly forbidden her from climaxing, ordering her to wait.
Her breasts were hot and aching from the clothespins on her nipples. There were more clothespins on the lips of her pussy, each one exerting just enough pressure to keep her on edge and needy.
Her ass was stuffed full with a butt plug. A much bigger butt plug this time, one so huge she was surprised Rowan could even fit it inside her. Her shoulders, upper thighs, and ass were burning hot from having been flogged, and now she was watching Rowan flog Mike. This was even more erotic than him punishing her because she could see everything. She could empathize with Mike as each stroke landed on his skin, could watch his face as he bit his lip or closed his mouth tightly against the sting of the strands. But she could also see Rowan’s muscles gleaming with sweat as he laid the strokes on with great intent and precision.
Ellie’d never thought of that before, but of course each strike had to be placed accurately so that the sub’s skin was warmed fully without one area being cut or damaged. Also, she could see now how much effort Rowan put into the actual beating. His arms moved swiftly and with force, sweat beading his face, neck, and shoulders as he laid the flogger exactly where it needed to be.
Both men’s cocks were hugely red and engorged, and cream was running down the inside of her own thighs. Damn but she needed to come. Needed these two men. Men who, she had finally accepted in her mind, she cared about, loved, wanted, desired.
No one had ever been as accepting of her as a person before. No one had taken the time to understand her wants and needs, to listen to her desires, as Mike and Rowan had done. And no one had loved and cared for and protected her as they did every moment of the day.
How could she not love two such kind, generous, thoughtful, and exciting people as them?
Yes, her family was a disaster area. Yes, her grandmother was a cat, she was a human, and Mike and Rowan were wolves. But finally she’d come to understand that if they wanted their relationship to be a success, they’d find a way to make it happen. She was even starting to anticipate how she could be of service to them, helping them in their work and their lives, getting to know their werewolf friends, perhaps even helping the pack in its work as it had so unselfishly helped her.
But right now, all she could think of was that she wanted to come.
Rowan laid down his flogger and stood behind her.
At last. Is he going to fuck me from behind? Or fuck my ass now?
His hand grabbed her hair, pulling her head backward until she was looking up in his face. She enjoyed the bite of pain on her head, but mostly she enjoyed looking into his warm hazel eyes that were filled with love and care for her.
“Are you ready to commit to Mike and me now, to be our woman forever?” asked Rowan, tugging on her hair until her head could go no farther back.
“Yes.”
Rowan kept one hand firmly on her hair and the other hand he laid over her pussy, then he drove three fingers deep into her cunt. “Say it again. Say you freely choose to commit to being with Mike and me forever.”
“I agree of my own freewill to join with Rowan and Mike forever.”
Rowan twisted his fingers deep inside her pussy, curved them up, and dragged them across her G-spot. Instantly Ellie splintered into an orgasm, her body shaking and her legs wobbling with the power of her release.
Rowan kissed her lips then let her hair go so she could straighten her neck. Quickly he moved over to Mike and uncuffed him, then the two of them uncuffed her, and carried her over to the bed.
Mike unclipped all the clothespins from her nipples and pussy, then sucked the flesh into his mouth. As soon as he was done, Rowan pulled her over his body and drove his cock deep into her still-quivering pussy. Mike kneeled behind her, removed the butt plug, and pushed into her ass.
“I will love you and care for you always,” Mike said, panting a little as he drove his cock right into her until his balls were hard against her burning-hot ass.
“We both will. Forever and always.” Rowan twisted his cock in her cunt, dragging it across her walls, stretching her sensitive tissues as wide as they would go to accommodate him.
Then the men began tandem fucking her, moving in and out together, slowly and steadily increasing her craving for them as she felt a second orgasm begin to build in her core.
But this time Ellie’s hands were free, and she was able to stroke their arms, to run her fingers through their hair, to move her toes over their legs, and to wiggle her hips to let them know she planned to be an active and contributing partner in their lives.
Gradually their pace increased until they were slamming into her, rocking the bed noisily against the stone floor, their damp, sweaty skin sliding against each other, the smell of sex heavy in the air.
Finally her orgasm burst through her, shattering her body, making her heart pound and her hands and feet shake. Her inner pussy and ass muscles gripped their two cocks with all her strength, and the men exploded inside her together, filling her with cum fore and aft, claiming her, possessing her, covering her with their love.
As Rowan wrapped his legs around the three of them and rolled them onto their sides, Ellie reached out to grip an arm of each man. “I love you both and am looking forward to be a family with you.”
“About fucking time. I’ve been waiting for you to say that since the day we met. I love you so much it hurts,” grumbled Mike, kissing her lips.
“I know we’ll be happy together whatever might happen, because we can solve our probl
ems together. I love you, Ellie, with all my heart,” said Rowan.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?”
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
About the Author
