Blood Rights [Wicked River 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

“Come scrub my back, and I will.” Moira gripped the hem of her thin sweater and pulled the material up over her head, exposing her small, perky breasts to his hungry gaze. “The three of us are perfect together, baby, but there’s nothing wrong with a little one-on-one time. It’s not only okay, I think it’s important.”

“Huh?” Her upturned nipples pointed in his direction, distracting him until he couldn’t even remember what they’d been arguing about. “Run.”

Moira’s eyes lit up, and she squealed, dodging Koba when he lunged for her. Racing down the hall, he let her make it to the bedroom before pinning her to the wall and sucking one pert nipple into his mouth. Pushing his hand into the waist of her cotton sleep shorts, he traced the crease of her hairless pussy and dipped his middle finger between her slick folds.

His cock throbbed, dripping pre-cum from the slit as her slender fingers popped open the button on his jeans and pushed the denim off his hips. Her hand was soft and warm when it surrounded his shaft, squeezing him rhythmically as she stroked his dick.

Practically shredding her shorts in his need for flesh, Koba removed his fingers from her dripping cunt and lifted them to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits and moaning deep in his chest.

“Let me taste.” Moira took his hand and pulled his fingers toward her, wrapping her plump lips around them and sucking hard.

The act was beyond erotic, and he almost came there and then. Growling possessively, he looped his arm under one of his mate’s knees, lifting her leg and spreading her open. Moira kept a firm suction on his fingers as she climbed his body, positioning the tip of his cock at the entrance of her drenched cunt.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned as he slid into her velvety heat, shuddering when her inner walls clamped down on his dick like a vise. Moira’s slippery tongue curled around his fingers and licked between them, driving him out of his mind with lust and need.

Anchoring his lover to the wall, Koba held tight to her waist, keeping her immobile as he rocked into her body in easy, controlled thrusts, unwilling to do anything to even inadvertently hurt her.

Moira released his fingers and grabbed him by the hair. “I’m a fucking demon, Koba. I’m not made of glass.”

If she could speak, he wasn’t doing his job right. Sliding his palm up the curve of her spine, he wrapped her golden locks around his hand and pulled, causing a sweet, whimpering gasp to huff from his girl’s mouth. Plunging into her tight pussy, he pushed her up the wall with each hard, demanding thrust.

“Yes!” she screamed, eagerly rocking with him, slamming herself down on his cock. “Harder!”

If he fucked her any harder, he’d puncture a kidney and punch a hole in the wall behind her with his dick. If she wanted more, he could give her that, though. Grunting as his fangs elongated, he rolled his hips, searching out that perfect spot to send her flying. Using her hair to pull her head back on her shoulders, he struck hard and fast, embedding his canines in the supple skin at her throat, shuddering as her blood splashed over his tongue.

“Koba!” Her pussy spasmed, milking his cock as she jerked and convulsed in his arms.

Extracting his fangs, he buried his face against the side of her neck and groaned as his orgasm plowed into him, spilling seed into Moira’s moist depths.

“Show off!” Ryah called from across the hall, making Koba chuckle breathlessly.

“Whiner!” Moira yelled back.

“You two are definitely related.”

“Shush, you.” Moira kissed his forehead and wiggled her hips, indicating she wanted down from the wall. Once on her feet, she grabbed the back of Koba’s neck and pulled him into a sweet, tender kiss. “This probably isn’t the right time, but maybe there’s no such thing as a right time.”

“Hey, kitten?”

“I’m about to say something here.”

“I love you, Moira.”

“Ugh! You ruin everything!” Then she rolled her eyes and gave him a half-smile. “I love you, too, Koba.”

“The sun will be coming up soon. Let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed.”

Now that he was feeling more relaxed and less on edge, he had another mate to deal with. Somehow, he didn’t think his conversation with Brock would have quite the same ending. A guy could always hope, though.

He wasn’t hiding. He was…avoiding conflict. That’s what Brock told himself anyway. Though happy for the chance to finally have a relationship with her sister, Moira was still upset with him for going behind her back. That would have been bad enough, but Koba was pissed at him on top of it.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected it, but it had been nearly four days, and they were still giving him attitude. So, he’d resorted to spending a lot of time in the unused barn with his team, contacting the Elders, other team leaders, and anyone else he could think of that might be able to help them.

Damon had come through with some Enforcers from different packs in both Tennessee and Alabama. Joss was working on convincing a few of their own pack members to lend a hand to the cause, but most were hesitant after word had spread about Moira being a demon. At least none of them had joined the other side.

The hardest part was getting everyone close enough to help out on the full moon without alerting their enemies to the presence of a virtual army. They were still lacking information, though. Brute force might get them through the upcoming battle, but it wouldn’t stop it from happening again unless they knew why these assholes were coming after them.

Stepping in through the back door after sunset, Brock dropped to his knees immediately, narrowly missing the dinner plate that shattered just over his head. “What the fuck, Mo?”

“Oh, crap! Brock, I’m sorry!” Moira scrambled across the kitchen and threw her arms around him. “Are you okay?”

“Confused, but otherwise unmarred. What was that all about?”

“Moira learned a new trick.” Leaning his hip against the counter, Koba crossed his arms over his muscular chest and smirked. “Show him, kitten.”

“I’m not a circus freak,” she snapped, but her eyes were bright and excited. Giving Brock a quick peck on the cheek, she spun around and pointed at the kitchen table where there were three other white plates stacked.

Brock didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to be looking at, but he watched with rapt attention. No one was glaring at him, and he’d very much like to keep it that way. Without warning, all three plates rose from the table top. They hovered for a couple of seconds, just floating there, and then amazingly, they turned up on end and began to spin.

“Wow, baby. That’s amazing.”

The plates stopped spinning and very slowly lowered back to the table, stacking themselves one on top of the other. “Yeah, it just kind of happened, and I’m working on controlling it. I really am sorry. You surprised me when you came in, and well, you saw what happened.”

“When did this start?”

“A couple of days ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” What else had he missed?

“You haven’t really been around,” Koba accused. “When you are in the house, your mind is a million miles away. We didn’t want to add to the stress.”

There was that attitude he was used to receiving every time he walked through the door. “Why are you acting like such a dick?”

“Guys,” Moira said beseechingly. “Please don’t. We have enough to deal with right now without you two at each other’s throats.” She stared Brock down with a look that said she meant business. “You. No more secrets.” Then she turned that dagger stare on Koba. “And you. Stop taking everything so goddamn personally.”

“Done.” Brock wanted to come home,
really
come home. He’d tried it his way. All the secrets he’d kept weren’t because he thought his lovers couldn’t handle it. As the alpha, it was his responsibility. Why would he burden other people with his responsibilities, especially people he loved? “What do you want to know?”

“Just like that?”

He didn’t blame Koba for being skeptical after the way he’d acted. “Just like that. I fucked up, and I can admit that.”

“Forgiven.”

“Just like that?” Brock teased, but he knew it wasn’t in Koba’s nature to hold a grudge.
Thank mercy.

“Don’t push it.” There was a smile on Koba’s lips, though, and he looked happier than Brock had seen him in days. “So, spill it. What do you know?”

“We have backup on the way,” Brock answered immediately. He’d promised no more secrets, and to be honest, he could really use their input. “They should be here in a couple of days. We have to make sure no one knows they’re here, though. Any ideas on how to make that happen?”

“Have them wait and come on the day of the full moon,” Moira offered with a shrug.

“No,” Koba said, shooting down the idea. “We need them here in case the Walkers decide to make a surprise move before then.”

That had been Brock’s thought, and he was glad Koba was on the same page. Moira’s idea was a good one if they could trust that nothing would happen until the full moon. He might not know the others involved, but he knew his father, and he didn’t trust the man as far as he could throw him. “I agree. We need them close enough to help when shit hits the fan, but no one can know they’re here until then.”

“Can we have them come in through the back woods a couple at a time?” Hopping up on the counter, Moira folded her hands in her lap and swung her legs back and forth. “If we can have them blend in with the guys already patrolling, maybe we can sneak them into the barn.”

If they sent four guys out and six came back, maybe no one would notice. The problem was getting them across the creek and through the woods without being intercepted. “It might work, but it could be dangerous.”

“Why does it matter if people know they’re here?”

“First, we want the element of surprise.”

“We want them here in case something happens before the full moon,” Koba added. “At the same time, we don’t want to provoke Brock’s dad into making a move early if we can avoid it.”

Damn, he’d been such an idiot to keep this from them. They were both intelligent and far better at problem solving than he was. He could have saved himself a lot of stress if he’d pulled his head out of his ass sooner.

“I don’t think that really matters at this point.” Moira held her hands up, palms out, when Koba and Brock both stared at her. “I think it’s a little naïve to think we can pull some kind of cloak-and-dagger move on them.” She looked directly at Brock as she continued. “Your dad and whoever he’s working with has been two steps ahead of us this whole time. What makes you think he doesn’t have Walkers, lycans, vampires, or whatever scattered around the area and in surrounding towns?”

“She’s got a point,” Koba agreed. “Steven is probably even expecting us to do something like this. We can have the element of surprise, or the protection we need. I don’t think the two can coexist, however.”

Brock didn’t like it, but he knew Koba was right. “Okay, I’ll let Casey know. We’re going to have to feed these guys, though.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Jumping down from the counter, Moira waved her hands around, though her outburst already had their attention. “How many people and how much cooking are we talking here?”

“At least twenty-five lycans, a dozen vampires, and a handful of Gavalots like Damon and Tate.”

“Wow,” Moira breathed. “Impressive. I’m still not cooking.”

Koba chuckled and sauntered over to kiss her cheek. “We’ll figure something out.”

“What we need to figure out is who my dad is working with.” It made sense to know as much about their enemies as possible. Not knowing who the key players were made him twitchy.

Moira raised her hand and waved it a little. “My dad is helping.” She was such a goofball sometimes, but it was good to see her smiling.

“Rip is involved.” Growling under his breath, Koba linked his hands behind his back and began pacing. “It takes a vampire and lycan to produce a Shadow Walker, so I think it’s safe to assume one of the other men is a vampire.”

“Yes and no.” He’d done a lot of digging and asking around since Koba’s kidnapping. “Demon and lycan blood could produce a Walker as well.”

“I don’t get it.” Moira fisted her hands on her hips and wrinkled her nose cutely. “If they already have a demon, a lycan, and a vampire, what the hell do they need me for?”

It was a good question. Brock wished he had an equally good answer for it. “Everyone take a deep breath, and let’s start from the beginning. Moira’s mom has an affair with a demon. Jump ahead a couple of decades and Ryah is born. Shit does down, the alpha kills her parents, and then just vanishes.”

“Wow, that was great, Mr. Sensitivity.” Huffing and rolling her eyes, Moira grumbled for a few more seconds before picking up the story. “Ryah ends up in a fake marriage to a Shadow Walker who was the adopted son of that same alpha who says that she was promised to him.”

“Then his dad reneged on that deal,” Ryah said, entering the kitchen with her mates, “offering you to him in my place. Carson dies, and within months there are Walker attacks left and right.”

“Didn’t you say there were two lycans?” Brock asked Koba while something tickled at his subconscious. “The other didn’t sound like he was from around here.”

“Right.”

“The former alpha of our birth pack,” Moira surmised with a bob of her head. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.” Her brow wrinkled in confusion, and her lips turned down at the corners. “Only a pureblood can produce a Shadow Walker. I’m a hybrid. So, again, what do they want with me?”

“There was a conversation,” Koba said with a growl, “that sounded very much like you had been promised to Rip.”

“Good to know that I’m just being passed around like a community water bottle.”

Yeah, it pissed him off, but it wasn’t going to happen, so Brock saw no reason to dwell on the information. “I’m goaded into leaving. I’m coerced into returning. Why?”

“It all has to center around Moira,” Damon said reasonably. “I think Koba was just an added bonus once they found out he was an omega.”

“I’m not a pureblood!” Moira stomped her foot like a child throwing a tantrum, though the snarl that echoed around the room was anything but childlike. “Why are we just sitting around waiting for them to attack us? We know where they’re staying. Let me shift and go eat them.”