Doubly Protected [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

Maelor led them back to his room, and when they were all in his bedroom he opened the nightstand and pulled out a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. Hawthorne’s knees went weak and her cunt dripped cream when he said, “Dylan, tonight it’s time to demonstrate to our woman that we can take care of her needs even when she does nothing.”

“I like that idea. In particular, I like having her unable to derail our plans. Have you got a gag as well?”

“A gag? Hey, that’s not fair. You both get to talk.”

A football scarf was wrapped around her face and tied at the back of her head, before Hawthorne could even mention that red really wasn’t her color. She wasn’t overly fond of that team either. Her sweater was pulled off and her jeans tugged down, her wrists cuffed and the handcuffs tied to the bedpost with another football scarf. How many football scarves did Maelor have? He’d never even mentioned football to her. Was he a fan or did he just have a lot of woolen scarves?

If her mouth hadn’t been full of woolen fabric she’d have giggled when the men struggled to take her bra off with her hands locked together. In the end they left her bra dangling around her wrists. Not a perfect solution, but a workable one, she acknowledged.

The two men moved much more smoothly to pull her panties off. Dylan raised them to his nose and breathed in deeply. She saw his chest swell as he filled his lungs with her feminine musk. She’d been creaming with desire for them both, and knew her aroma would be strong, but fortunately he seemed to like it. From the way his cock leaped and grew, he more than liked her scent. When he followed that up by sucking the crotch of her underwear into his mouth, she almost came on the spot.
Momma Mia, that was so damn carnal.
She’d never ever imagined a man would do that with her panties.

She hadn’t noticed when they’d taken their own clothes off, but with them both wearing only sweat pants and T-shirts, it evidently hadn’t taken them long, and they were both naked now.

She wished she could lick her lips and suck their cocks. They looked so delicious standing there, their cocks as stiff and straight as soldiers on parade. Or flagpoles. Oh yes, she wouldn’t mind saluting them with her mouth and tongue right now. Except her mouth was full of football scarf instead of cock.

Hawthorne wiggled on the bed. She was ready for some action but Dylan and Maelor seemed more interested in watching her. She was certain they had to know how very aroused she was. Being wolves, no doubt they could smell the cream on her inner thighs and her pussy lips. But she wasn’t sure how else to tell them to get a move on. She was ready for the main event. For fuck’s sake, what were they waiting for?

Maelor sat on one corner of the end of the bed and Dylan on the other. Maelor picked up her foot and said, “Are you ticklish, Hawthorne? If I do this, what will you do?”

He tickled the arch and she tried to pull her foot out of his hand, but although he held it lightly, he didn’t let go.

“Well, well, well, so you are ticklish. I think we might have some fun in that case.”

He stroked the sole of her foot and then the sides, petting every inch carefully, before moving up to the toes. She’d relaxed and was enjoying his touch when he tickled her again, this time extending his teasing up the back of her leg to the underside of her knee.

Maelor bent and began kissing her knee as Dylan tickled her other foot. Before long she was wiggling madly, trying to pull her legs away from two fiends determined to tease her to death.

Behind her gag she giggled and laughed, trying to drag more air into her lungs and only getting a mouthful of wooly fluff. And still they tickled her feet and legs. She had to admit it was sexy though. Her pussy was wet with desire, and when Dylan sucked a toe and treated it as if it were nipple, the heady eroticism almost caused her to come right then and there.

Finally Dylan pulled the gag off her mouth. She coughed and breathed heavily, but before she could say anything he rested his cock against her lips. Hell yes, she was ready to suck him. She loved his rich, spicy flavor. But she loved Maelor’s taste just as much. Again, they were very different and that just made oral sex even better in her mind.

She licked all around Dylan’s cockhead before taking him into her mouth and sucking him deep. But before she had a real chance to relax and enjoy his cock, she was startled out of her reverie by both men sucking her toes. Her legs were bent in crazy directions right now and Maelor had one hand stroking her pussy lips as well. Flat on her back like this, her arms still locked into the fluffy pink handcuffs, she couldn’t lift her upper body enough to see exactly what was happening, but her toes, feet, legs, and cunt were all highly aroused by the men’s touch.

Hawthorne decided to concentrate on her own task, bringing Dylan to a screaming orgasm. It would have been easier if she could hold his balls, but her mouth was working fine. She bent her head and licked down the side of his shaft until she reached his balls and sucked first one, then the other one, into her mouth. Careful not to bite him, she used her lips to roll his testicles, loving their slightly different taste from the rest of him.

Pushing her tongue flat, she then licked a long line up his erection to his head, and gently scraped her teeth over the mushroom crown, aiming to tease and tantalize but not hurt.

Only then did she take the head into her mouth, hollow her cheeks, and suck hard. She was rewarded with a burst of his essence.
It’s good to know I haven’t lost my skill.

But before she could do anything more, Maelor licked along her pussy lips and sucked her clit, giving a sharp little bite to it after he’d sucked hard.
Damn. He hasn’t lost his touch either.

This was going to be a race to see who could bring their target to orgasm before succumbing themselves. Hawthorne concentrated on pleasing Dylan, licking, sucking, nibbling, teasing, and using every skill she had. His cock was enormous, the head red and his pre-cum bursting into her mouth all the time, now, but he also had very good control and she didn’t have her hands to help her make him lose it.

Besides, Maelor was devilishly clever in the way he fucked her with his tongue, nibbled along her labia, sucked her clit, and painted wet patches on her body then puffed hot air on them to drive her arousal ever higher.

Dylan moved closer to her, and she dropped her head a little lower, now able to take more of him into her mouth. She concentrated on swallowing as much of him as she could manage, then biting lightly at the loose skin on the side of his erection, only to repeat the process again. After a few times, she focused on the sensitive ridge where his head and shaft joined. She tickled along it with the tip of her tongue, then pushed her tongue into the slit of his cock to catch all his pre-cum.

Her own orgasm was building higher and it was very hard to keep her mind on Dylan. Everything Maelor did, every place he touched, was alight with nervous tension and the blazing need for her to come. When he sucked her clit hard and twisted three fingers deep in her cunt, scraping over her G-spot, Hawthorne gasped, only prevented from screaming because she knew the neighbors would hear. That and the hot cock completely filling her mouth.

The orgasm she’d been holding at bay exploded through her body, and within seconds her mouth filled with the hot cum spurting from Dylan’s cock. With delight she saw Maelor lean over her, his hand pumping his own cock as he spurted his essence onto her belly.

Hawthorne swallowed, then sucked and licked Dylan, making sure she’d taken all of him, even while still trying to draw deeper breaths from the orgasm shaking her body. Talk about multitasking. Having two men make love to her at once was enough to fry her brain any day of the week.

Both men undid the handcuffs then sat her up and rubbed her shoulders and back, making sure her muscles weren’t stiff. They led her into the shower and soaped her gently, always keeping her under the hot spray. They were so generous and considerate like that. Even though there were two of them and both were considerably bigger than her, they never took the larger share of the water, but always cared for her first.

She stepped out of the shower, giving them more space, and toweled herself dry. “What food have you got, Maelor? I’ll go make us something to eat.”

“That explains why I’m so hungry. We never did eat, did we?” said Dylan.

Hawthorne laughed, and then went out into the bedroom to get dressed.

* * * *

Dylan was stacking the used dishes in the sink, trying not to laugh at Maelor’s expression as Hawthorne lectured him on the shopping he needed to do before they ate at his apartment again.

“The cream in your refrigerator was best before two days ago. Haven’t you heard of long-life dairy products? I don’t like my coffee black,” she said.

“Yes, ma’am. No, ma’am,” chanted Maelor.

This time Dylan really did laugh, as did Hawthorne and Maelor, before Maelor jumped up and reached into his jeans pocket, pulling out his cell phone.

“Hi, Harry. Yes. Yes. Hell, yes. Okay. What did Cadfael say? And Mr. Vukic? Okay. I’ll come down to the level four parking lot entry door to let you in. Twenty minutes? No worries, see you then.”

Dylan wasn’t laughing anymore and he was hoping this was going to be good news not bad. Harry Harrison was the private investigator looking into the well-being center and Jackson Hamilton.

“Harry’s learned a few things about the well-being center and wants to talk to us. Cadfael suggested we all meet in the level six conference room. I’ve got to go open the door for Harry in a few minutes.”

Dylan looked down at his sweat pants and shook his head. “You said twenty minutes, didn’t you? Give me five to go back to my apartment and put on some proper clothes, please.”

“No more than ten minutes, okay?”

“Five is all I need. I’ll just grab stuff and get changed back here if I have to.”

Maelor nodded and Dylan raced out of the apartment, not even stopping to wipe his hands. He snatched up jeans and a button-down shirt, socks, and shoes from his apartment, and ran back down the hallway to Maelor’s room. Of course, his room was at the very end of the building. Mostly that was a good thing. When he was in a hurry, as now though, it wasn’t so much. Still, he really didn’t think he’d taken more than five minutes.

Dylan knocked on the door and Maelor opened it immediately, leaving as Dylan arrived. “I’ll see you and Hawthorne in the sixth-floor conference room in ten minutes.”

Dylan nodded. Hawthorne was tidying the kitchen still as he went into the bedroom and got changed. He dropped his sweats into the laundry hamper and then added the bed linens. There should be time to put clean sheets on the bed so they could sleep in comfort when they got back from this meeting.

Hawthorne stood in the doorway as he remade the bed. “What do you think this is all about?” she asked.

“Well, we know it’s to do with the investigation into Jackson Hamilton. But apart from that, either Maelor doesn’t know or else he wasn’t giving away any clues. Unless he said something to you?”

“No. I’ve met chattier clams.”

“Huh? Oh, silent as a clam. Is that a saying? No, hang on, it’s ‘clam up,’ isn’t it?”

“Whatever, he wasn’t talking.”

“We’ll know in a minute anyway. Let’s go.”

Dylan held her hand as they waited for the elevator and went down two levels. As they walked into the conference room he noticed the furniture had been pushed back against the sidewall, much as it had been for the Zumba class. For a moment he had a horrible feeling Marbella would arrive and start yelling at him to exercise, but then he got his head back together and took Hawthorne to sit on one of the chairs that had been placed at one end of the room. He stood behind her chair as her sister Willow arrived with Rhion. Willow sat beside Hawthorne, and Rhion copied him, standing behind Willow’s chair with his hands on her shoulders.

Dakota arrived next, in her security guard uniform, and remained standing, and finally Maelor and Cadfael came into the room with a huge man. Maelor was a big man, bigger than Cadfael, who was six foot, but Harry weighed more and was a good three or four inches taller than either of them. And Dylan was certain every ounce on the bear shape-shifter would be solid muscle. He was an imposing figure indeed.

Harry pulled the door almost, but not quite, shut behind him. Dylan sensed that his action was intentional, but couldn’t think why he’d do it.

“Thanks for letting me interrupt your evening. This is Harry Harrison, the private investigator who was instrumental in sending Bailey Hamilton to jail and who’s been looking into Jackson Hamilton’s well-being center for us.” Cadfael stepped to the side, leaving everyone’s gaze fixed on Harry Harrison.

Dylan wanted to touch Hawthorne, to reassure her he was here and would protect her, but that was stupid. Harry was on their team. That was a damn good thing. A man that huge, and a bear shape-shifter as well, wouldn’t be anyone a sane person would argue with.

“My people have been keeping the well-being center under surveillance for a while and we have a few other investigations going on as well, off-site. As you all know I work mostly within the shape-shifter community, and someone else asked us to check out a situation related to your request. All my work is confidential. The success of my business relies totally on the fact my clients can trust my associates and myself.”

Harry’s gaze swept the room and Dylan stroked Hawthorne’s shoulders to reassure her he was here. Damn, the man looked fierce. Surely he didn’t think anyone had stolen his secrets? Dylan had no information at all about the investigation and he lived—well, more or less anyway—with Maelor. Surely only Cadfael and Maelor would have been told any news? Unless Hawthorne…No, she wouldn’t have mentioned anything secret to anyone either. She was as eager as any of them to have Hamilton leave her alone to get on with her life.

Harry cleared his throat and Dylan inched closer to Hawthorne, leaving both his hands on her shoulders. She was a little bit tense under his touch, but she wasn’t giving off an odor of fear. He thought it was more that she was keen to hear whatever Harry would reveal, rather than that she was concerned about what he’d said. Good. Dylan loved her so much. He hated the thought of her being worried. Well, more worried than she already was by her disrupted life.