Doubly Protected [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

He was pacing around the parking lot, checking that no one was just sitting in a car, or that there were no unattended parcels left against the concrete support pillars, or adolescents loitering with cans of spray paint. But today everything was quiet and peaceful and the only person sitting alone in a car was an elderly man in the passenger seat reading a newspaper. Likely waiting while his wife had her hair done or something. Nonetheless he’d keep an eye on the man just to be sure.

His cell phone beeped and he snatched it out of his pocket. “Yes, Sophie?”

“Man in a uniform with a parcel. Entering now.”

“On my way.”

Maelor ran through the parking lot to the fourth-floor entry doors, then walked briskly across to the professional suite. A man in a courier uniform was holding out paperwork to Sophie.

“Need any help, Sophie?” he asked.

“This gentleman has a parcel that has to be signed for by the recipient only, and they must show photo ID. Would you be able to ask Willow or Hawthorne Cunliffe to come downstairs please?”

Now what the fuck?

He swiped his card to enter the elevator and swiped again for the seventh floor, but called Hawthorne as well.

“I’m coming up. There’s a parcel downstairs in the lobby only you or Willow can sign for. You need photo ID.”

By the time he’d finished talking he was at the apartment, and Willow was saying, “I’ll go. It’s best if only one of us does. I’ll have to go back upstairs for my purse first though.”

“My wallet is right here. I’ll go.”

Maelor was torn. He wanted to protect Hawthorne, but logic said it would be faster and easier for her to go, so he turned to Dakota. “Don’t let anyone through that door for any reason at all until I get back. No one. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Hawthorne came back into the room, sliding her wallet into her jeans pocket, and Maelor pushed her behind him until he’d reconnoitered the hallway before letting her out of the room. He heard Dakota checking the door was locked behind them as he gripped Hawthorne’s hand and walked swiftly to the elevator.

He held her behind him as the elevator doors opened, and again before they left the elevator at the fourth floor. He heard her sigh and felt her shaking her head behind his back as he did so, but she was his and he needed to keep her safe.

Sophie was chatting to the courier, who was talking about his kitten as they returned. Surely a man with a kitten couldn’t be a bad guy.

The courier showed Hawthorne the form, and Maelor read it over her shoulder, but it was simply an acknowledgment that she was the addressee of the parcel. She showed her driver’s license to the courier, who copied her license number onto his copy of the form. Hawthorne signed it, he handed over the parcel, and they were done.

Again Maelor was torn. He would have liked to walk the courier out, to ensure he got into a courier van or onto a courier motorcycle, but he couldn’t leave Hawthorne. He had to take her safely back to the apartment. She was his top priority.

Back in the hallway outside the apartment, when he went to swipe open the door it was blocked. “Who is it?” asked Willow.

“Let me.” Hawthorne pushed in front of him and hammered a knock onto the door, which opened immediately.

“What the fuck?”

“It’s our secret knock,” explained Hawthorne.

Willow and Dakota were both standing at the doorway. Both of them must have been leaning against the door to prevent him from opening it. Lewis was still sitting at the table, his eyes wide with fear. Or perhaps apprehension and lack of understanding of what was happening. Yes, he wished he knew what the fucking hell was going on as well.

“What’s in the parcel?” asked Willow.

The others went back to the table while he checked the door was locked again before walking across the room. Inside the courier bag was a large fat envelope, which Willow opened. And inside that was a bundle of documents.

“It’s about the house,” said Hawthorne.

“Of course. Why didn’t I think of that? We suggested the paperwork had to be signed for. Why didn’t I remember?” said Willow.

“A hell of a lot has been happening lately. Who’s the buyer? Is it a legitimate buyer?” he asked, remembering their main concern.

“It’s a person, not a corporation,” said Willow.

“If you get your laptop, likely we can check them out,” said Dakota.

Which reminded him that he was supposed to be on duty. The women were clustered around the papers, Lewis was sitting silent and still on his chair, just watching them.

Maelor opened the door and let himself out, checking the door was locked behind him. First he’d take another walk around the parking lot. Later he’d check in with the women to ensure everything was going all right.

* * * *

Dylan found it dreadfully hard to concentrate all day long. He wanted to know what was happening with Lewis. He needed to be reassured that Hawthorne was dealing with everything all right, that she didn’t need him to be there. On the one hand he knew she was a strong and competent person, but on the other he longed to be there just to see for himself that she was all right.

When Sophie told him about the parcel that had arrived for Willow and Hawthorne, that was just another thing for him to worry about. Finally he gave in to his nerves and texted Hawthorne to see if she was fine. Hawthorne rang him back and chattered happily about the paperwork for the sale of the house and how Dakota was helping them check information about the buyer. Instead of being relieved he just found more things to worry about. It was stupid but he couldn’t relax. He knew he was overthinking everything but she was his and he loved her. Finally he gave up and called Maelor.

“I can’t relax, Maelor. We have to claim Hawthorne. I’m a nervous wreck. All I’ve done all day is thought and worried about her.”

“I agree we need to mate Hawthorne and make her officially ours, but I don’t see how that will stop you from worrying. I’m pretty sure I’ll still worry until Jackson Hamilton is behind bars like his brother.”

“Fuck, yes. That will be the happiest day of my life. But in the meantime, tonight we mate her. I know she’ll agree. At least, I think she will.”

What if she refused? What if she didn’t want to take the formal step of mating them after all? Oh shit, that was just one more thing to worry himself sick about.

* * * *

Hawthorne was excited. The men hadn’t said anything to her, but she knew they’d planned something special because they were both nervous, especially Dylan. Also, the bedroom door to his apartment was shut, and it’d always been open in the past. So that was a giant clue.

The men brought food from The Dragon Palace, and Dylan had set the table nicely, even putting flowers in the center of it, which was sweet. After they finished eating both men enveloped her in a hug, in a way she was coming to adore, one pressing to her front, the other covering her back like a warm, sexy blanket, and both of them wrapping their arms around her.

Being hugged like this gave her the most wonderful feeling of security, protection, and love. Her entire body was encompassed in their protection, their hard-muscled strength walling her in, and she treasured the feeling of love that flowed from both men as they cuddled her.

Tonight though there was no attempt to undress her or hurry her into the bedroom. Instead they pulled her around to face them both, and Maelor said, “Hawthorne, you know we both love you very much, don’t you?”

“Of course. And I love you, too.”

“And you know we want you to mate us. To be our woman forever,” said Dylan.

Hawthorne’s breath caught in her throat. She swallowed down her emotions and replied, “I want that as well.”

“So you will mate us? You’ll be our woman?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Tonight?” Dylan pressed her for an answer.

“Yes, tonight.”

“Thank you. We’ll love you forever, with all our being,” said Maelor.

“I promise you’ll never regret your decision,” added Dylan.

This time she was swept off her feet and carried into the bedroom. Maelor held her in his arms at the door, as Dylan slipped into the room, closing the door behind him for a few brief minutes. When he opened it again dozens of tiny candles flickered throughout the room, providing the only light. A new set of sheets was on the bed. They were bloodred silk, and when she was laid on them, the sensation of luxury was incredibly decadent. She stroked her hand over the silk. “Wow, these are amazing. Wherever did you get them?”

“The adult shop of course. I think I’m their new best friend,” said Dylan.

Hawthorne grinned. “What else did you buy?”

“That’s for you to find out later. Right now we need you naked.”

“Listen to who’s talking.” She pointed to both of them. She loved seeing their naked bodies. They were mighty fine eye candy, both of them, and their cocks were highly addictive. She could look at them for hours, but she preferred to touch and taste them as well as look.

Four hands descended on her clothing, scattering it all over the room. Two mouths attacked her breasts. She threaded her own fingers through their two heads, one so dark and the other light brown, and held them to her breasts, thrusting her ribs up so their mouths took in all of her. Then hands were on her again, this time rolling her onto her side so Dylan could tease and touch her pussy while Maelor began to open her ass to accept his cock.

Dylan pulled more things from the nightstand—a box of textured condoms, a jar of aromatic oil, and warming lube.

“You did have a lot of fun in the adult shop, didn’t you?”

“Let me put some of the warming lube on your breasts to see if it works.”

“But you won’t be able to kiss me there if you do.”

“I’ll just put it on one side then.”

Hawthorne laughed, and then gasped as Maelor’s fingers in her ass began to tease and touch her in a way that demanded her attention.

“If you keep doing that I’ll come,” she warned him.

“That’s fine. It’ll just be the first of many orgasms we plan for you tonight,” said Dylan.

She reached for the box of condoms, tipping them out beside her on the bed and stroking her fingers over them. “I really like this one. The bumps are very sexy,” she said, handing it to Dylan.

“Now choose one for Maelor,” he said, rolling her first choice down his shaft.

Hawthorne sifted her hands through the condoms. So many to choose from, but she isolated one that seemed more special than the others and handed it to Maelor.

Both men lay on the bed beside her, holding her upper leg in the air and pushing their legs under her lower leg. By the time they were organized she didn’t know where her body ended and theirs began, they were such a tangle of interwoven limbs. But it didn’t matter. Everything felt so fucking good. She just wanted them to move.

“Come on.” She pulled Dylan’s arm and he wiggled closer, teasing her with his cock at her pussy entry.

Both men penetrated her together, pushing in at the same time. They’d never done that before and it was incredibly carnal. Both cocks were opening her up together, stretching her tissues wide and wider still, wiggling their way deeper inside her until her men were pressed up tight against her body and she was completely full and stretched as far as she could go to accept them. Inside she was full of cock. Outside she had a man plastered to her front and her back, their arms surrounding her, their legs wrapping around her. “Heaven,” she whispered.

As they gradually pulled out, then pushed in again, setting an excruciatingly slow pace at first, Hawthorne breathed deep, imprinting their scents on her memory, loving the smell of the oil, the candles, and the men all mixed together. Soon the main scent would be one of sex, and that would be good too, but for now she relished the variety.

She petted Dylan’s side, then Maelor’s. Lying like this meant she could only move one arm, but at least she could touch both of them.

Soon, she was unable to think any more. The men pumped into her faster and harder, working together in the devastating way they had as a team to bring her higher and higher until all she could think of was the overwhelming need to come. But as if they’d read her mind, before Hawthorne could demand to come, Maelor gripped her hips and Dylan her shoulders and they slammed into her together. Hawthorne screamed as her climax raced through her body, harder and higher than ever before. Her toes curled, her fingers dug into Dylan’s skin, and her body shook with the massive orgasm that powered though her. She was aware of both men pouring cum into their condoms, and then two heads leaned over her simultaneously as they each bit her shoulder, one on either side of her head. A second orgasm ripped through her with their bites. Hawthorne was too replete to scream again, but not too fulfilled to shiver through a second massive orgasm.

“Momma Mia. I never expected that.”

“The bites?” Dylan sounded worried.

“No, I knew about them. It’s just I didn’t realize I’d come again when you bit me.”

“Hmm. Perhaps we ought to bite you more often then,” teased Maelor.

She giggled lightly as they cuddled together until her underneath arm began to feel stiff. As they untangled themselves Maelor said, “I know this doesn’t solve the problem of your safety, but all werewolves will know that you are ours now.”

“I’m proud to belong to you and Dylan. But Dakota has a plan to reveal Jackson as a criminal. She’s going undercover into the well-being center with the help of the information Lewis has given us.”

“Dakota? Undercover?”

“Holy shit.”

“If anyone can find out what Willow and I need to free us from him forever, it’s Dakota,” said Hawthorne, happily snuggling between her two mates.

THE END

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Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.