Catching Her Mates

by Rebecca Airies

  She ground downward. Her clenching heat tightened around him. He moaned. Her palm slid over his neck as she cupped the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

  “Ride him, Leslie. When you come, we’re going to lift you up and take you to the bedroom. Archer and I are going to fuck you together.” Judge’s voice rumbled from somewhere nearby.

  John gazed up at Leslie. Her muscles tightened and pulled at him. Leslie jerked and plunged down on his shaft. He groaned. Fuck, yes, that’s what he needed. Fire speared through him. He ground her against him.

  A tremor ran through her. She rocked on him, her pace quickening. Kisses and nips spread over his lips and along the side of his jaw. The stings jolted through him. He arched upward. Her hips swirled on the down stroke, pressing against him.

  He returned the little nips. She jerked, and a tremor ran down her body. He arched upward, driving into her. She gasped, and her body bowed. He pulled her down against him. Have to hold on a little longer for her. She strained against him.

  A flush pinkened her skin, and sweat slicked it. She had to be close. He lifted one of his hands and slipped it between them as she rose. Slick moisture coated his fingers. He stroked her clit.

  She tensed and cried out. Her hips rocked against his. Tremors shook her. Her inner muscles rippled and pulled at him. Fuck, now. He pulled his hand free and gripped her hips, guiding her in a harder rhythm.

  Fierce sensation tore at him. He tensed and pressed his mouth against her shoulder. His hips jerked upward. Electricity slammed through him. His body bowed as he came. Blazing heat pulsed through him as he pumped into her. Oh, yes.

  She leaned against him. Her soft breasts mashed against him. He held her close. Her breath feathered over his chest. She lifted her head and smiled at him as she stroked his shoulder.

  “I liked riding you very much.” She plastered a soft kiss to his lips. “And now I get to do it again and again.”

  Chapter Twenty

  “And I am very much looking forward to riding you!” Archer lifted her from John’s arms.

  She’d been sexy as hell rocking those hips and riding his brother. It wasn’t enough though. It wouldn’t be until she was grinding against him as she was pressed between him and his brother. An ache throbbed through him. Now, he and Judge could play with her and tease her until she was moaning and clawing at them.

  Judge strode in front of them to the bedroom. He tossed a couple of the pillows off the bed. They hit the wall and fell to the floor. He took off his shirt.

  Archer’s gaze locked on the expanse of the bed. Soft and wide enough for all of them, exactly what they needed. Leslie wrapped her arm around him. She kissed his shoulder.

  “Kitten, I’m going to put you down, and then I’m going to take off my clothes. I want to be as naked as you are.” Archer took the final steps to the bed and laid her in the middle of it.

  She snuggled into the covers a little, before turning her head to watch him. Her tongue swiped out and slicked over her lips. Heat flared through him. Those glistening lips begged for his. The reddened nipples stood out, stiff and hard. He’d pluck and tease them before he took her.

  “Why don’t you spread those legs and slip your hand down there to show us how you like to touch yourself while we get ready?” Judge unbuckled his belt.

  That was a good idea. Archer nodded. He began working on his pants, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sleek cat sprawled on their bed.

  She slid her hand down her stomach and between her splayed legs. The rich scent of her arousal swirled around the room. She pressed her fingers between the pink folds. His heart pounded, and the ache in his cock tripled. Slender digits swirled over the delicate tissue. So damn hot.

  “Is that what you like? Do you like slow circles?” Archer tilted his head, pausing in stripping out of his clothes to admire the view.

  “It depends on what I want. Am I looking for a slow climb as I imagine a seduction, or am I looking for hot and fast as I relive something that makes me burn?” She bit her lip. Her legs moved restlessly.

  “I think you should go for fast.” Judge nudged Archer. “Get moving, or she might go off without us.”

  “But then you and Archer wouldn’t get to play.” She looked up at them through her lashes.

  “Oh, we’ll definitely play, but I don’t think you realize how sexy you were with the color rising in your cheeks and breasts bouncing as you rode John. I wished that it was me.” Judge strode over to the bedside table and pulled out a tube. He tossed it on the bed.

  “Sexy, hmm.” She tilted her head. “I like the thought of being with both of you even though this is going to be a new experience for me.”

  “We’ll make sure you enjoy it. We never want to hurt you.” Archer finally wrenched out of the last of his clothes. He took a step forward. His toe caught on the waistband of his pants, and he stumbled forward. Fucking hell. “You’ll like taking both of us.”

  “I’ve definitely given it a lot of thought.” She reached out as he crawled onto the bed.

  He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “We’re going to touch and tease you, angel. You’ve got to be ready. Then when you’re almost there, Judge is going to work some lube into your tight ass.”

  She wriggled. His eyes fell to her pink folds. A pulse of hunger surged through him. He took a deep breath, trying not to give in. Not before he had a chance to lick and nibble at her.

  “I’m ready.” She slid her hand over her stomach.

  “No, angel, no more touching right now. That’s our job.” Judge grabbed her wrist and drew it away from her folds. “We’ll see if you’re ready.”

  Archer leaned down and drew his tongue over the tight bud of her nipple. She shivered. Her slightly sweet taste burst over his tongue. He leaned down and drew the bud into his mouth. She arched upward pressing her breast against his lips. So delicious and responsive.

  “Kiss me, touch me.” She gripped his hair.

  He glanced up. Judge leaned over her and kissed her. Archer slid his hand down her stomach. He could take care of the touching. The warmth of her skin drew him to explore. He traced circles on her stomach, before easing down to her thighs. She squirmed. Her thighs widened.

  He took the invitation and skimmed his fingertips between the pink folds. Slick moisture coated his fingers. Good. Soon, she’d be ready. He curled his fingers upward, flicking at the nub of her clit. A shudder ripped over her body.

  The scent of her arousal filled him with every breath. Fuck, he could happily drown in that scent. He took her nipple back into his mouth and drew hard on it. A moan ripped from her and her hips lifted.

  “Take us both, angel,” Judge whispered.

  “Yes.” Her feet slid on the blankets.

  Archer sprawled on his back and then drew her over him. She straddled him. His cock brushed against her slick mound. He drew in a hissing breath. His muscles tightened. He grasped her by the hips.

  “Guide me into you.” He stared at her.

  She reached down and grasped his shaft. Her soft skin glided over him and clasped him loosely. Heat shot through him. He lifted his hips. Too slow.

  “Inside, angel, I need to be inside.” He slid one of his hands up her hip and over her abdomen.

  He plucked at her nipple. She shivered, and her eyes closed. The hardened bud reddened. He tugged at it again.

  She lowered onto him. Her inner muscles tightened around him. A shiver ripped down his spine as she rocked. It felt too good. He wasn’t going to last long.

  “Lean forward, angel.” He slipped an arm around her. “Judge is going to move in behind you and prepare you.”

  He glanced back. Judge eased in close to her. Her inner muscles tightened on him.

  “Just relax. Tell me if it hurts.” He stroked her back.

  She took a deep breath. “It doesn’t hurt. Feels a little strange. I might need a little extra to stay ready.”

  He laughed. “I’ll give you something to keep you on
edge. How are you doing, Judge?”

  “She’s tight. I’m stretching her. I’m going to take my time here.” Judge poured more lube.

  Archer glided a hand between them and curled his finger upward. She drew in a shivering breath. Her channel clenched around him. He closed his eyes. Fuck, she was going to drive him right out of his head.

  “Don’t mean to rush you, but she’s going to send me over.” Archer pulled her tighter to him.

  “Almost there.” Judge squeezed some more gel on her.

  Judge moved in closer behind her. She tensed. Archer rubbed at her clit.

  “Relax, angel. Don’t tense up.” Judge stroked her shoulder.

  Archer grazed her clit. She swirled her hips down, taking him a little deeper. Heat seared through him. He lifted against her. She moaned.

  “That’s good.” Judge groaned. “I’m in.”

  She pressed down against him. Her channel rippled around him. The pulsing energy raced through him. He thrust up into her.

  Archer gripped her hips, guiding her up and then down. Judge’s surge pushed her down onto him. Her legs tightened, and she ground down against him. Archer kissed her, nipping at her lips.

  His body tightened. Clenching his teeth, he tried to hold on. She gripped his hair, holding on as her tongue thrust against his. The fever raged over him. He drove upward. So good.

  “Fuck, she’s going to drive me over with that tightening.” Judge pulled her back against him. “Make her climax.”

  Archer flicked her clit. She stiffened and arched. The gripping pull of her sheath tore away the last of his restraint. He pumped up into her as he held her tight. Theirs. Always theirs.

  His hips thrust up. The coiled tension burst. He came, lifting into her, even as he pulled her close. Judge’s thrust pushed her against him. Judge groaned and rocked against her.

  “You’re so beautiful.” Archer kissed her cheek. “As soon as Judge can move, we’ll take you into the bathroom and clean you up. Then we’ll all go to bed.”

  He held her close. In their arms, she was safe, but she had classes and a life. They couldn’t lock her away. Could they protect her when they had no idea who was behind the attacks?

  Chapter Twenty-One

  John bolted up. He glanced around, frowning. Near stygian black cloaked the room. His phone skittered across the nightstand and shrilled. He glanced over at the crimson numbers on the clock. Five in the fucking a.m., and unfortunately, the lascivious meanderings of his mate’s hands hadn’t woken him. He rolled out of the sumptuous, fluffy bed with a muffled groan. This had better be important. He wasn’t due in until later.

  He grabbed his phone and padded out into the hallway, flipping on the light. Leslie needed her sleep and hopefully would get through the night without worrying. He glanced back. Archer pulled her into his arms and cuddled against her. Her-blonde head nestled against his brother’s shoulder as she wriggled closer. He smiled. Regardless of whatever came at them, his brothers would stand between her and danger.

  John closed the door and swiped his finger across the screen accepting the call. “Dark here.”

  “Chief, we need you at 413 Crown Ave.” The husky voice of the night dispatcher came over the phone.

  At the lack of the normal joke from Thelma, John stiffened. This was more than a call for him to come check something out as the chief. A breath later the address clicked. The mayor’s house.

  “Tell me what’s happening, Thelma.” John headed back into the room, grabbed his clothing, and the keys lying next to them on the nightstand.

  “The mayor’s been attacked. He was bussed to the hospital already, and the officers are at the home, but the medics say he’s in serious condition,” Thelma reported.

  “I’ll go to the scene and check it out first. Then I’ll go to the hospital. I don’t want the mayor left alone. He’s to be guarded at all times.” John took a final glance back at the bed.

  If he could kiss her without waking her, he would, but even speaking quietly was a risk. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and left the room. He’d be back, and he could kiss her then.

  “I’ll give them the orders, sir,” Thelma responded.

  John hung up and finished putting on his clothes. Hurrying, he grabbed his service weapon from the gun safe. He checked that he had everything and headed for the door.

  John locked up the house, hopped in his SUV, and drove to the crime scene. What the hell happened? On the way there, he received a short update. The mayor would live. Someone beat and stabbed him. He had a concussion and was in need of more than a few stitches, but the injuries weren’t life-threatening. John exhaled and rolled his shoulders. Hell, the mayor probably wouldn’t miss much more than a day of work. The man was a workaholic.

  John got out of his car and walked across the street. His officers stood just inside the yellow tape that surrounded the green lawn in front of the large brick house. He stopped beside them, well away from the area of the crime scene. The crime scene techs swabbed at stains on the slate-gray pavers on the driveway and collected something from the red brick fence next to it.

  “Tell me what happened.” John glanced over at the officer.

  Cal Bryant straightened and grimaced. “The mayor was attacked by three men. He said foxes, and we certainly smell foxes. We tracked the fleeing men to the end of the street. We could smell a fourth who must have stayed in the car while they committed the assault.”

  “How was he attacked so damn early in the morning?” John frowned.

  The mayor knew to be careful. Hell, it was a general announcement at this point. That especially applied to anyone in a position of power the foxes might covet. And they tried for the mayor’s position every time it came open.

  “He runs every day at this time, apparently. I guess he didn’t think anything would happen here.” Cal sighed.

  John gave a single nod. It was too easy to fall into routines when nothing had happened in a while. “Did he get an ID on any of them?”

  “Not really. He was kind of out of it. He said that it looked like a much younger Fred George. The only problem is that Fred doesn’t have any children yet, and as far as other family members go, none of them have children old enough to even go to middle school, much less be among the men who attacked him.” Cal looked back at the group of techs.

  “We’ll have to question him again. Maybe that wasn’t who he meant.” John tried to envision what happened here, but all he could tell was that there had been a big scuffle here.

  Ripped pieces of reflective clothing scattered on the ground. Maybe part of a vest. A glint of glass sparkled on the drive. A gunmetal-gray bottle lay on the driveway. It had hit something. A dent caved in the side. Hopefully, the mayor had left a few marks on the bastards.

  “Did he give you anything about the sequence of events?” John glanced at his officer.

  “The mayor said that he’d gotten almost to the end of the driveway when two of them appeared around the end of the fence.” Cal gestured to the red brick structure. “He turned to go back to the house because he didn’t want to get into anything and he was half afraid they were going to dart him like they’d done to others. When he turned around, there was another man behind him. One of those behind him hit him, briefly disorienting him. He came back fighting though. Smashed one of them with that metal water bottle.”

  Three against one in human form would be hard odds to overcome, especially when they didn’t seem to want to fight one on one. They hadn’t used that advantage and killed him though. John frowned. Why hadn’t they? That would have caused some chaos, at least for a short while.

  “Did he say if they tried to kill him? If they meant to beat him to death?” John clenched his fist. Maybe he was borrowing trouble, but whoever was behind it had caused trouble on a huge scale.

  “He was stabbed once. One of the others tackled that one and tore the knife away, saying that he hadn’t signed on to murder anyone.” Cal gestured to a dark spot on the dr
iveway.

  So they’d kept some of the players in this drama unaware of the true goal of the night’s work. John exhaled.

  That slipup might work in their favor. They’d already received one tip from someone involved even if they hadn’t tracked down who did it yet. The man behind this round of trouble was losing his grip on his minions. With any luck, more of them would walk away from him.

  “Did they leave after that?” John took a deep breath. It could have stopped the attack.

  “Not immediately. They beat on him a little more, but left when a car pulled down the street. Peeling out as they went, but because they were here so long, we did get a make and model for the car as well as a partial plate from the man who drove by them. He knew that car didn’t belong in this neighborhood.” Cal pulled out his slim tablet and input his passcode. He flicked through to get to his notes and turned it to John.

  A gray Chevy Equinox with silver rims and a plate that read K6R---. John frowned and raised a brow. Cal had probably had a check run for that plate.

  “The plate’s local and stolen from a white Ford. It actually belongs to a human’s car. Either they were using a car that belongs to one of them or a stolen car. The place that the plate was stolen from does reinforce our suspicions.” Cal closed the program and powered down his tablet. “They stole it from Tennison Gas and Snacks.”

  A fox haven. The gas station was located on the edge of town and was owned and staffed exclusively by foxes. They’d taken down a couple of young foxes earlier this year for credit card fraud. The owner had insisted that he’d had nothing to do with it. Unfortunately, John hadn’t found any evidence to connect him.

  “All right, I’m going to the hospital to check on the mayor. Call me if you need me.” John nodded, turned, and left.

  He drove to the hospital. As he navigated through the streets, he glanced at the dash time display. Still too early to call and say good morning to Leslie. If he woke her up now, he might have to sleep alone for the next few days. That would be a damn shame when it was so nice to cuddle up next to her.