Dire Wolves of London Box Set

by Carina Wilder

  “I am so ready I can taste it. Aren’t you?”

  “Oh yes, I am. I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you in that green dress a few days back.”

  “The green dress,” she repeated. “Wow. It seems like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?”

  “A lifetime of knowing you. Yet we need many, many more years with you, Mir,” said Cad, stepping up beside his companion.

  “Maybe tonight can last a lifetime,” Mir replied. She looked around nervously, the flickering candle flames dancing against the dark walls. “I wanted a night with you both before…before whatever tomorrow brings. I wanted to show you both what you mean to me.” Tears welled up in her eyes now, her emotions working their way to the surface. “Everything you’ve done for me, for Bry—it’s overwhelming.”

  “If we’ve done anything for her—for you,” said Phair, “it’s only because we adore you. You deserve to be free and happy. You deserve the best things in the world.”

  “Then maybe I’m lucky enough to deserve you. Maybe we deserve each other.”

  With that, Mir pulled the dress’s straps down over her shoulders. The delicate garment tumbled to the ground, revealing her naked body, the warm candlelight highlighting every curve, every dip. She raised her eyes to the men’s and spoke slowly. “I’m yours, now and forever. I want you to be mine, too.”

  Phair took a step towards her, but she held up a hand.

  “Nuh-uh,” she said, laughing softly. “If you want to kiss me, I want those clothes of yours off, gentlemen. No fair otherwise.”

  “Fair enough,” said Cad, who was already pulling off his jacket. He tossed it aside and ripped at the tie around his neck before unbuttoning his shirt. Within seconds, his torso was bare, his muscular arms and shoulders on full display for the first time. Not to mention his very impressive eight-pack. It was all Mir could do not to drool, to get down on her knees, to run her tongue over those muscles to see if they felt as hard as they looked.

  Phair moved more slowly, deliberately, sensually. When Mir looked at him, his eyes locked on hers, glowing golden-brown under the candlelight. A reminder of the incredible creature inside him, of his strength, his quiet dignity.

  He pulled his jacket and tie away, then slowly eased his shirt off. Not surprisingly, his body was far broader than Cad’s. Sexy in an entirely different way. His arms were massive, swollen with strength, and Mir remembered when she eyed them why she always felt so safe in his presence.

  Together the two of them were like an army. A wall of defiance against evil, against cruelty. They were her shield against the world.

  “Well, this is a very good start,” she said, her voice a sensual purr. “Now I want your trousers.”

  The men obeyed, pulling their shoes off first before they each slipped their black garments to the floor.

  Phair now wore nothing but a pair of thin blue boxers. Cad wore something closer to boxer-briefs. But Mir was hard-pressed to gauge which was sexier.

  The easy answer was neither. They were both the sexiest, most delectable men she’d ever seen in her life. To think they were all hers made her feel like she could walk on air.

  But it wasn’t their undergarments that were arousing her now, making her insides heat with impossible fire. It was what lay underneath.

  The head of Phair’s swollen cock stuck out above the waist of his boxers, while Cad’s erection was outlined in beautiful detail against the cotton that tried in vain to contain it. Like the men themselves, their hard-ons were exquisitely large, not to mention just plain irresistible.

  “I’m sorry for the unladylike nature of what I’m about to do,” Mir said, smiling, before she dropped to her knees between them. She pulled her head up to meet their gazes, her hands reaching out to edge their undergarments down.

  Not surprisingly, neither man objected in the least. Cad looked down at her with a smile, while Phair shut his eyes, absorbing the sensation of her touch.

  Yes, lovers, Mir thought, I’m going to enjoy this.

  Greedily, she wrapped her hands around both their thick, marbled shafts. It was Phair’s that she tasted first, her lips wrapping around the engorged head, her tongue exploring the tip until a deep moan slipped past his lips.

  When she did the same to Cad, she could feel the low growls rattling up in his chest as she pleasured him slowly, relishing every bit of him. She moved back and forth between them, never lingering too long on one man before pulling away. Not too much, boys, she spoke silently. I don’t want you coming, not yet.

  After a few minutes, a warning whimper from Cad brought her to her feet, telling her it was time for the men to have a turn of their own.

  “We want you,” he whispered. “Are you ready for us?”

  She nodded. “I wanted you both last night,” she said. “In the tunnel. I wanted to finish what we’d started.”

  “As did we,” said Phair, his eyes exploring her body. “You’re not an easy woman to walk away from, Mir.”

  “So don’t walk away,” she replied, slipping a hand around his neck and kissing him on the lips. When his tongue found hers she felt herself falling again, that sense of weightlessness, of escape, of out-of-body wonder taking over her mind.

  She pulled away and turned to Cad, pressing her lips to his, her tongue thriving on the taste of his own.

  Her only wish was that she could kiss them both at once. Her lovers were so close to her now, their hard shafts hot against her waist, that she could almost feel what was coming.

  “Lift me up,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to Phair’s chest when she’d pulled away from Cad. “You know what to do.”

  The big man lifted her gently, turning her to face him. She wrapped her thighs around his broad ribcage, staring into his eyes, telling him silently exactly what it was that she wanted.

  A flash of understanding in his incredible, otherworldly eyes, and slowly he slid her downwards, his swollen cock head teasing her opening.

  “Soon,” he said as she moaned against him, asking him to let her slip down further. “So soon.”

  Cad moved in close behind her, his hands on her backside as he kissed her neck gently. After a moment she felt a wonderful sort of pressure against the second sensitive opening.

  She’d experienced a great deal in this awful club of Barton’s—too much—but never had she felt the pure bliss of an erotic waking dream like this. As Phair lowered her gently, slowly, she cried out at the sensation of both men entering her at once, stretching her beyond her imagining.

  Her body tensed with pure, feral pleasure, her legs tightening their grip around Phair as Cad reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple with his fingertips.

  “How is this happening?” she moaned. It seemed impossible that both men could fit inside her at once. Yet there they were.

  She never wanted them to leave.

  “Is it okay?” asked Phair, his forehead pressed against hers.

  “So much better than okay,” she replied, her eyes shut as she took in the feeling of them both. “I didn’t know it would be this good…I didn’t know anything could…”

  He lifted her a little, then slid her back down again. Cad, too, moved in rhythm, driving slowly into her from behind, her body taking all of him in.

  The Béorn shifter’s movements were slow at first, drawing out their three-way pleasure. He slipped a hand down to stroke Mir’s bud as he and Cad moved in and out, revelling in her tightness. With the pad of his thumb he began to draw tiny circles on her clit, driving her to near madness as fire burned through her torso.

  “Oh, damn,” she gasped, a blast of erotic pleasure exploding inside her in slow motion. “I’m not going to last long like this…”

  A sly smile pulled the corners of Phair’s lips upwards, and he drove into her harder, faster easily holding her up with only one arm as he brought her ever closer to the brink.

  “I never thought…” Mir moaned.

  “Never th
ought what?” breathed Cad, kissing her shoulder from behind, his lips trailing along her flesh as he buried himself inside her with increasing frenzy.

  “Never thought I’d fall in love with any man in this life.”

  “And now?” asked Phair.

  “Now…I love two of them.”

  With that, the men slammed into her, driving hard and fast, a sensual madness taking them over even as she let herself fall over the edge, her body pulsing around their own.

  It was enough to drive them over the precipice, too, and she felt a burst of heat explode inside her, a flash of white light stealing her vision away for a moment of pure bliss.

  This was it, she knew. This was the culmination of the Ritual. The moment when they’d joined body and soul, when the three of them had given everything they had to one another.

  Whatever happened tomorrow, Mir knew that she would never feel alone again.

  Chapter 21

  It was two a.m. when Phair found himself awake next to his new mates.

  Most of the candles in the room had burned down to flickering embers, and the Blue Room felt still and peaceful. Hard to believe in this moment that it had served for so long as a prison, when a few hours ago this chamber had been such a blissful oasis away from the world.

  For a moment he allowed himself the pleasure of lying still, listening to Mir’s quiet breaths. He was all too aware of how much their lives had changed, and all too aware that the day and night ahead would prove a challenge. Best to allow himself a moment of calm before the storm.

  But if they could make it through—if they could succeed at their task, he and Cad would take Mir away from this place once and for all. Barton would be punished for his transgressions, and all would be well.

  An outcome, unfortunately, that relied on a lot of ifs.

  He pulled himself up to a sitting position and swung his legs off the bed, taking care not to disturb Mir. Much as he wanted to, it probably wasn’t a great idea to spend the entire night in the Blue Room. If Barton got the impression that he and Cad had gotten too close to her—if he knew that she’d told the men she loved them—he might take measures to punish her. Knowing Barton, that could mean locking her away in some secret place.

  “Cad!” he hissed across the bed at his companion.

  “Mmm?” Cad hummed from his side. He was only half-covered, his right leg hanging over his side of the bed.

  “We should go,” Phair said. “Big day coming up.”

  By now, Mir was stirring too. When she saw the men getting up, she stretched her arms over her head and asked, “What? Are you leaving so soon?”

  “We have to,” Cad replied. “The poker game is tomorrow night—rather, tonight. We need to figure out how we’re going to get ourselves into Barton’s office. It’s time to end his reign of terror.”

  “I can help,” said Mir, her voice suddenly alert as she pulled herself to a seated position and tugged the covers around her. “Tell me what you need.”

  Phair slipped back onto the bed when he’d pulled on his boxers and shirt. He reached a long arm over and cupped her cheek, drawing something close to a purr out of her. “We want you to stay out of it,” he said softly. “Barton can’t hurt us. He can hurt you, though.”

  “His men have guns,” she protested. “Surely bullets can hurt you.”

  Phair could see the concern in her eyes. She was genuinely afraid that something bad would happen to them. He told himself that he should heed her warnings—the Ritual might have brought out instincts in her; it was possible that she sensed danger before he even did. Even if she was no shifter, she would feel herself growing more attuned to the world around her. Her senses heightened, her understanding of human nature honed.

  “It won’t come to that,” he replied. “We’ll be clever, I promise. At least we’ll try.”

  “If we can access his computer while he’s in his poker game, the whole process should take all of three minutes,” Cad said. “I just need to get in, hack his system and get out. Knowing Barton, he’s too cocky and foolish to have a particularly clever password protecting his business. He doesn’t expect anyone to infiltrate his private world, because in his arrogant mind, they’re afraid to. But he hasn’t dealt with our kind enough to know how little we fear him.”

  “I hope you’re right,” said Mir. “I really do. Still, I wish you’d let me help…”

  Phair shook his head, leaned in and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Listen, we’ll be here at seven. The plan is to come see you in this room, then when the poker game’s begun, one of us will move to his office while the other stands guard. In the meantime, you still have the phone, yes?”

  Mir nodded. “I’ll make sure it’s charged—just in case.”

  “Good. Now, get some rest. The Ritual will change you, Mir. You may find yourself feeling out of sorts for a few hours at least. It can have funny effects on people.”

  “And after those few hours are over?” she asked.

  “After a few hours are over, I hope you feel very, very good.” He pressed forward and kissed her lips. “When I received the injections that brought out the Béorn inside me, I felt very strong. Surprisingly so. Perhaps you’ll find yourself similarly gifted.”

  “At the very least, you’ll likely find your eyes and nose very keen,” Cad added. “It can be a little overwhelming, I hear.”

  “If it means I can smell you two better, then it’s all good,” Mir said, smiling. She reached a hand out to Cad and he took it and squeezed gently.

  “You and your sister will be free soon,” he said. “Free of all of this.”

  “I really hope you’re right. But I can’t help but think it would be better if your Alpha was on board—and the Dragons. I wish they weren’t so opposed to our relationship.”

  “In a strange way,” said Phair, “It’s probably better like this. If a whole army of shifters descended on this place tonight, it would immediately alert them to what we’re doing. Our plan is to access Barton’s files quietly, acquire the information we need and high-tail it out of here. Whether our Alpha is happy with us or not, we’ll give the information to the Guild and the Pack to ensure the safety of everyone on Barton’s hit list.”

  “And if anything goes wrong?”

  “Nothing will go wrong.”

  “Phair…” said Mir, throwing him a stern look.

  “Fine. If anything goes wrong,” he said, “call Bert. Tell her what’s happened. But the important thing is to keep yourself safe. That’s all that matters to us in this world.”

  Chapter 22

  Monday,

  Seven p.m.

  The club was its usual busy self when Cad and Phair arrived. Men in tuxedos gathered around tables draped in pristine cloth, scantily-clad women sitting on their laps, chirping with fake giggles at their terrible jokes while hiding their disgust at the constant odour of cigars and inebriated-man stink.

  The shifters advanced through the main room as they’d done many times by now. They were already making their way down the hall, the door to the Blue Room in their sights, when Barton stepped out of his office and called out to them.

  “Gentlemen!” he bellowed, holding his arms out in a gesture of welcome. “Come talk to me for a moment.”

  As they moved towards him, Cad eyed his office door, assessing its locking mechanism. The good news was that it looked as though Barton didn’t use anything more than a deadbolt to lock it.

  Perfect.

  “How are things, Mr. Barton?” Phair asked politely, though he probably wasn’t entirely successful at masking his disdain.

  “I’m fine,” Barton replied, “but I’m afraid I have to tell you that your little friend is indisposed this evening.”

  “Excuse me?” said Cad. “What does that mean, exactly?” It was possible that he wasn’t lying; the after-effects of the Ritual might have taken a toll on Mir. It wasn’t uncommon for humans to develop flu-like symptoms for a time after the rite had taken place.

 
; “She was feeling unwell this afternoon,” Barton replied, “so I sent her to bed. Some sort of mild cold, I suppose. At any rate, she won’t be able to see you for your usual tryst this evening, I’m afraid.”

  Tryst, thought Cad. If he knew what an understatement that was to describe what they’d experienced together. He and Phair exchanged a quick glance that communicated everything they were feeling: disappointment, frustration, a sense of failure. How the bloody hell were they going to get into Barton’s office if they had no excuse to even be in the building?

  “You look disappointed,” Barton said in a mock-sympathetic tone. “But listen, I would be honoured if you two would join me in a game of poker. Two of our usual players have dropped out at the last second—I suppose they have the same ailment as Miranda—so we could really use you.”

  Cad made every effort not to narrow his eyes suspiciously. Something about this strangely amicable offer didn’t feel right.

  Did Barton know what they were up to, somehow?

  The one thing he was sure of was that Mir hadn’t betrayed them. She was their mate now. There was no way she’d put them in danger. So if he knew, it was through some other means.

  “We’re not really poker players,” he said. “I’m afraid we’d lose all our money to you.”

  “Better and better,” Barton replied. “I love money.”

  “I think it’s a great idea,” said Phair, raising his eyebrows towards Cad as though to say Come on, mate, this is our only damned chance. “Where’s the game?”

  “The Red Room. It’s in a wing I don’t believe you two have seen before. Ivan will be only too happy to guide you there in a few minutes. Meanwhile please, help yourselves to a drink.” Barton gestured towards the main room, and the men had little choice but to head back.

  “What the hell was that?” asked Cad under his breath as they walked. “We’re going to play poker with that rat bastard? Seriously?”