Matched to the Wolves [Werewolf Brides 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  Zoan concentrated on always being in the fastest moving lane—which wasn’t always the fast lane—and made sure he took the least possible time on his journey, aware that he could scarcely support his Alpha if he were ten miles away. But as he pulled into the parking lot he saw Cooper just entering the building, so he’d timed it perfectly. He idled where he was, watching the door, but no one was hurrying after Cooper so that was a good thing. Zoan drove slowly around the lot until he saw where Cooper had parked. He went two rows farther back but in a direct line with Cooper’s car and parked where he could not only see the car, but also had a straight route to the exit.

  Zoan switched off the engine and leaned back in the seat thinking about Yaro and Shakina. He could plan a hot little scene for Shakina. Something involving handcuffs and maybe a vibrator in her ass. Hmm, that idea had potential. After about half an hour he was happy with his thoughts and plans but he was starting to get hungry. It’d been a long time since he ate breakfast and he’d been working hard for most of the morning. He was used to eating by about now. Even a bottle of water would be appreciated. It was a damn shame the Hightower didn’t do takeout. He’d have been willing to pay top dollar for some hot spicy noodles and a beer. He sighed. Well, damn. I suppose I should be grateful to be just sitting here and not actually working. It’s not like I could even read a book if I had one with me, because I ought to keep checking the door every few minutes. I don’t expect they’ll be finished for another thirty or forty minutes, but I have to be prepared anyway.

  Zoan got out of the pickup to stretch his back and legs. He walked around the truck and leaned a hip on the fender so he could watch the door while he stood there, then paced a few parking spaces to the right and the left, but that was tricky because he didn’t want his back to the door for more than a few seconds. “It’s never this boring on the movies. And they never get hungry unless they’re outside a diner either.”

  He watched as a blue minivan pulled into the parking lot. But instead of a soccer mom with a bunch of kids getting out, the van just stayed in the two-minute express-parking-only space right by the door. Zoan stared hard at the front of the van, expecting to see a delivery man grabbing up a parcel, or a person on crutches slowly exiting the vehicle, but nothing. Time passed and the van remained there. “I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all.”

  Zoan climbed back into the pickup and hoped he wasn’t about to get egg on his face. He texted Cooper.

  Don’t leave the building. Don’t go anywhere with anyone inside it either.

  He wished he’d looked at the license plate, but he couldn’t see it from where he was, and didn’t want to go walking around right now. Just then his cell phone beeped.

  Drive to the loading dock. Don’t turn off your engine.

  Well, that was quite clear. He turned on the ignition and drove slowly through the parking lot, passing the blue minivan just one aisle over and keeping his speed right down so he could see and memorize the license plate. He recited it to himself as he negotiated the turns until he was at the back of the Hightower. He parked right outside the door to the loading area and left the motor running as instructed. Only a few minutes later the door opened a crack, then, after a pause, it opened wider and Cooper and Tom Moore came out and climbed in his truck.

  Zoan didn’t say anything, just drove out through the nearest exit and headed back toward Coopersville. He glanced into the rearview mirror several times but both his passengers were watching out the back window. They were almost back to the turn off to Cooper’s Farm when he asked, “Where would you like to go, sir?”

  “You can drop me at the driveway into the farm. Where do you want to go, Tom?”

  “I, er, um. I wish I knew what this was all about.”

  “What did you see, Zoan?”

  “A blue minivan, sir. It stopped right outside the main entry to the Hightower but no one got out of it.” Zoan glanced into the rearview mirror as he spoke and the manager’s face paled.

  “A blue minivan?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “But how did he know where I was? I didn’t tell anyone.”

  “Where did you make the phone call choosing the venue?” asked Cooper.

  “In my office, but I used my cell phone, not the landline. He always seems to know what I say on the landline.”

  “It sounds to me like your office is bugged.”

  That’s what it sounded like to Zoan, too, and what was more, when Okapi escaped from the kidnappers he was naked because he’d worked out they’d put some kind of tracking device in his clothes. This was starting to look more and more like it might be the same people were involved and that meant they were after Cooper.

  “He can’t stop me selling. I already offered it to him first and he said he couldn’t raise the money needed to buy me out.”

  Zoan pulled into the driveway of the farm. He wondered if he should drive all the way to the office building, but Cooper opened the door.

  “I’m interested, Tom, but my accountant will have to give me the go-ahead, and my legal team will be checking the contract very carefully to ensure there are no tricks. I trust you, but I don’t know anything about this partner of yours, and since you won’t tell me who it is, my first responsibility is to protect any potential investment the farm will make.”

  “Oh, no. You don’t need to worry about that. I use a big New York company. I didn’t want to risk offending anyone if I chose a Coopersville lawyer or accountant. That might even be why he’s become a bit difficult lately. Likely he thought he would have more control over the club than he’s actually gotten.”

  Cooper climbed out and shut the door. Zoan waited in silence for Tom to tell him where to go. Finally he said, “Where to, sir?”

  “Take me to the outlet mall. I need to do some shopping.”

  Zoan hoped there’d be a takeout food place there as well. He was really quite hungry and he didn’t care what kind of food they had as long as he got to eat soon.

  He stopped at the main entrance to the mall and his passenger climbed out. “I should only be ten minutes. I’ll stand right here when I’m done.”

  “Yes, sir,” said Zoan respectfully, but he was looking everywhere for food. He pulled back into the access road and drove around the outside of the mall until he saw a burger franchise. Instantly he got in line in the drive-through. Less than ten minutes later he was stopped where he could see the mall entry and munching on his lunch. His passenger timed it perfectly, exiting the mall just as he shoved the last bite of burger into his mouth. Hastily he wiped his hands on the napkin as he remembered he should have washed them before eating. Oh well, he’d left the burger in its wrapper so he shouldn’t have gotten much dirt on his meal.

  “Now take me back to the club, please.”

  Feeling rather like a taxi driver, Zoan obeyed. Scarcely had he pulled away from the curb when the truck engine shuddered, coughed, and died. He angled the nose of the truck back into the curb and it glided to a stop.

  “Come on,” he said turning the key, but nothing happened. He checked the gas gauge but he had plenty of fuel. He stomped on the accelerator before turning the ignition key but that didn’t help. Finally he climbed out and lifted the hood. Zoan knew the basics about most everyday machines, but he was no mechanic. He did all the usual things then tried the engine again. Still no deal. He pulled out his cell phone to tell Okapi where he was but his eyes caught a flash of blue in the rearview mirror. Zoan watched as a blue minivan stopped out front of the BDSM club. When a man got out of it, Zoan took his picture but it wasn’t very good. His face was only partially visible. He also took a picture of the license plate in case he had memorized it incorrectly.

  The van drove away and Zoan phoned Okapi, sending the two pictures as well as explaining about the truck. “You call a tow truck. I’ll get Katungi and Rafiki to go back to the Hightower and get Cooper’s car and then one of them can pick you up at the mechanic’s. You’re right. It looks like someone still
wants to kidnap Cooper. But why the fuck do they want to do that? Is it just for ransom or is there a deeper reason?”

  Zoan knew the question was rhetorical but he wanted to know the answer as well. And what was Cooper doing lunching with the manager of the BDSM club? What was that all about?

  * * * *

  Once again Zoan and Yaro had arrived at Shakina’s Styling just as it was time for her to close the store for the day. This time Mailiki, Qwera, and Siyandra had arrived before them to take Tanisha out to a movie. It was opening night for the latest Pixar movie and the women all wanted to see it. Yaro didn’t understand what the appeal in that movie was, but he was more than happy for the women to go off and do their thing, leaving him and Zoan to take Shakina out to dinner.

  “Where would you like to go?” he asked her.

  “I don’t mind. I like most foods. Just choose somewhere.”

  Instead he drove them to a popular eating area where there were half a dozen restaurants on one side of the parking lot, and half a dozen furniture stores on the other side. “Now, you choose,” he said, watching her face as she looked along the line and back again.

  “I don’t recall ever having eaten Greek food,” she said slowly.

  “Would you like to try it tonight?” asked Zoan.

  “Yes, I would.”

  Once inside, Yaro was content to sit and watch as Shakina read through the menu. “Wow. It’s so hard to choose. What are you men having?”

  “The moussaka. It’s traditional, after all,” said Zoan.

  “Rich red wine and fresh tomato beef mince, layered with slices of eggplant and potato, oven-baked with a Greek-style white sauce,” she read off the menu. “That does sound good. What about you, Yaro?”

  “Octapothi souvlaki. Char-grilled octopus, served with wild rocket, cherry tomatoes, and red onion.” He teased her by reading the menu straight back at her. But Shakina didn’t seem to notice. She buried her head behind her own menu and looked some more.

  The server arrived and Zoan asked her, “Have you made up your mind yet?”

  “The kolokitho salata please. Roasted pumpkin, green beans, feta, rocket, and flaked almonds, dressed with lemon and olive oil. It sounds really yummy.”

  “It is, ma’am. I’m sure you’ll like it,” said the server.

  For the rest of the evening they talked generally about all sorts of things. Yaro loved spending time together like this, just like a real family. But he had the faint sense that there was something Zoan wasn’t telling them. Not that it was any big deal, just that he was holding something back. Well, once they got in the car to return to the farm they’d be able to talk more.

  But in the car, again the conversation remained light and general. The only undercurrent now was one of sexual need and desire, cranking up higher and higher. By the time they reached their house, all Yaro could think about was undressing Shakina and fucking her. His dick was as hard as a rock and almost bursting to get out of his jeans. He wondered if she’d be able to have anal sex. It was only a couple of days since last time, but they’d been very careful to lube her properly both before and after the sex, so maybe she wasn’t sore anymore.

  Zoan walked them into the main bedroom and said, “I want to play a mild BDSM game tonight. Do you agree, Shakina?”

  “I don’t think I’m ready to be whipped,” she said.

  Yaro shuddered. After what she’d seen at the BDSM club, he wasn’t surprised.

  “No whipping, but what about some mild spanking? I want you to see the difference between what happened at the club and what true punishment feels like.”

  “All right,” said Shakina after a moment’s thought.

  Yaro stepped behind her and asked, “Shall I help you get undressed?”

  She laughed. “Because my maid always dresses me, and I don’t know how to do it myself.”

  He loved the way she turned things into fun or a joke. But as long as he got his hands on her silky soft skin he didn’t care what subterfuge he had to use.

  And she felt wonderful. He ran his palms down her back as he unsnapped her bra. Then he couldn’t resist stroking them up and down her legs as he removed her shoes and her panties. But all too soon she was naked and he had no more excuse to touch her just now.

  “Lie on your front on the bed, Shakina,” ordered Zoan.

  She wiggled herself into a comfortable position, and Zoan locked handcuffs around her wrists and the headboard of the bed.

  Zoan waited to let the expectation inside Shakina build up. That was her first lesson about BDSM. Her own thoughts about what might happen or what had happened were half the power of the scene.

  Then he stepped forward and spanked her ass hard using the flat of his hand to imprint his palm across the roundness of her ass cheeks. Right, left, higher, lower, never spanking the same place twice, making her skin darken to pink as the blood flowed through the spanked area. He knew his first stroke had caught her by surprise as he’d planned, and he watched her body carefully, but there was no revulsion or fear, just acceptance and, he was sure, appreciation.

  Good. She’d liked it. That was what he’d aimed for. Now to move on quickly, before her excitement diminished.

  Zoan handed Yaro a tube of lube and he scrambled up onto the bed between Shakina’s legs. He petted and massaged her ass for a long time, kissing its rounded softness and licking a line along her lower back, before he parted her ass cheeks and drizzled lube all around her rosette. She didn’t pull away from him or flinch at all, so he took that as acceptance. He coated a finger thickly with lube and pressed it inside her rich heat. Gently he twirled his finger inside her, pressing it into her walls and spreading the lube. Again and again he slid just one digit into her rear channel until he was certain all the area near the entry was softened and ready. Only then did Yaro begin to scissor and widen her opening using two fingers. Soon she was pushing back on his fingers, wanting more, but he grit his teeth and persevered until he was certain she was quite ready to accept a cock.

  Zoan gestured to him, so he slid off the bed and got undressed. Zoan was already naked except for a condom, so Yaro made himself ready as well.

  He kept looking over to the bed as he did though, because Zoan was playing with a vibrator in her ass, inserting it until she moaned and demanded more, then withdrawing it completely.

  “Dammit, you’re a fucking tease,” she complained.

  Yaro stood beside her, and Zoan left the vibrator buzzing in her ass as they uncuffed her and turned her over. She immediately went to sit up, but Zoan pushed her back down, and they recuffed her wrists.

  “This game isn’t finished yet,” said Zoan.

  “I may not be able to prevent myself from coming.”

  “That’s all right. It’ll just be the first of your orgasms for the night.”

  Yaro watched as she closed her lips tightly. She obviously had expected them to remove the vibrator when she threatened to come. He loved watching her. She was so smart and willing but he was certain she’d think of something else to try soon.

  Zoan opened the nightstand and took out a second vibrator. Yaro had to work hard to hide the huge grin trying to split his face in two as Zoan slid it into her cunt and switched it on.

  “Shit!” gasped Shakina.

  Zoan handed him the remote to the vibrator in her ass and together they played with them for a while, watching as she tried to control her responses and then wiggled around madly on the bed trying to escape from them, and finally lay still and let release flow over herself. Seeing the arousal rising ever higher in her, her face starting to shine and her eyes become heavy lidded in passion, was a giant turn-on for him. She always looked beautiful, but as she rode the waves of passion and climax she was more stunning than ever.

  This time when they removed the handcuffs she didn’t move and Yaro had to lower her arm and place it down by her side so he could massage her shoulders and wrists.

  “Holy shit. That was something else,” Shakina said.
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br />   Yaro kissed her gently. “It might have been something else, but it wasn’t enough to stop you talking for more than ten seconds.”

  “Twenty actually.” Zoan joined in, teasing her.

  “You’ll just have to try a little harder if you want me to be quiet for longer than that.”

  Yaro thought she was doing pretty well even being able to form a sentence as yet.

  They removed the vibrators and Zoan lay on his back, sitting her across his hips. “Ready?” he asked.

  “Fuck yes.”

  But she teased and tormented Zoan for a long time, dragging her cunt over his hips and thighs, and then just pushing his cockhead into her entry, not taking him any deeper. Now Yaro watched the sweat break out on Zoan’s forehead, and had to admire his strength of mind in not simply grabbing her and shoving his dick deep inside her. But eventually Shakina did relent and snuggle down on his chest with her cunt full of his cock.

  Now it was Yaro’s turn. His dick was hard and aching with the need to end all this playing and get onto the fucking. Not that the playing hadn’t been fun. It surely had been. But he was ready for fulfillment now.

  Yaro kneeled behind her and parted her ass cheeks, laying aside the vibrator before putting the head of his cock at her dark channel’s entry. He only had to push once and the head popped through her muscle ring and slid inside. He’d taken the time to coat his sheathed cock with lube, but the vibrator had opened her and made her ready for him. It’d made him ready for her, too.

  She gripped him so tightly his eyes almost crossed. Her cunt had been hot and tight but her ass was just as hot and even tighter. It was all he could do not to slam into her and bring them both to release as fast as possible. But that was not what tonight was all about. Tonight was a fun night. A time of sharing and enjoyment for all of them equally. So he had to go slowly, dammit.