Hiding His Wolf [Urban Affairs 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) (15 page)

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Levi asked. “You don’t have to prove anything. Not to us.”

“Not about that. I need you, this, us. I want to be with someone who cares about me—”

Levi gripped his arms. “You’re with two someones who love you.” He looked over at Simon.

Simon leaned toward Noah and brushed his lips over Noah’s. “And don’t ever forget it.”

Noah opened his mouth, wanting more but Levi’s hands started playing over his chest, distracting him. One finger rubbed a nipple, and then pinched it, making him groan. Noah wanted more, ached for it. He wanted to suck and be sucked, to touch, to taste. He reached for Levi’s hard cock. Knowing it might be in his ass later scared him just a little, but it excited him, too.

“Noah.” Simon’s voice cut through the haze of arousal that surrounded him.

It took all his willpower to release Levi and keep still.

“Levi wants me to fuck him. Don’t you, Levi?”

“Yes, Simon.” There was an edge of excitement in the shifter’s voice.

“And you’re going to suck Noah, aren’t you, Levi?”

Noah moaned at Levi’s enthusiastic yes.

“Lie back.” Simon gave Levi a nudge. Then he grabbed a tube of lubricant and tossed it to Noah. “Get us ready, Noah.”

Noah rested his head on Levi’s hairy thigh and drew the wolf’s heady musk into his lungs. When his breathing calmed a bit, he knelt between Levi’s legs. The wolf raised his hips to allow Noah better access. Noah squeezed lube on his hand and greased Levi’s hole. When he slid a finger past the tight muscle, Levi’s eyes rolled back in his head. Knowing how much he aroused his lover took him higher. He added another finger.

“My turn, Noah.”

Moving aside reluctantly, he let Simon take his place. Noah wrapped his slippery hands around Simon’s shaft and stroked lightly.

“It won’t break.” Simon grinned at him.

Noah pumped harder. He felt Levi’s hot eyes watching them.

Simon groaned. “Enough.”

Noah straddled Levi’s chest and brought his cock to the wolf’s lips, but Levi nuzzled him and went for his balls instead. Noah shifted position, and Levi lapped and sucked until Noah’s head spun and his breathing came in pants. Then a wet heat engulfed his cock, as Levi swallowed his length. “Oh, God,” he moaned.

Suddenly the wolf tensed and growled around Noah’s cock. Simon had penetrated him and now the big man’s hard thrusts shoved Levi’s body further up the bed. Noah gripped the headboard and picked up Simon’s rhythm, thrusting into Levi’s mouth in tandem. The scent of their combined musk took Noah to the edge of a climax.

“So close.” Noah’s hips jerked and he came with a loud cry. Levi sucked him dry and then released him. He rolled off and nestled against Levi’s side, wanting to retain the closeness.

Simon thrust inside Levi. “Work him, Noah.”

Noah wrapped a hand around Levi’s stiff prick and pumped. Levi groaned loudly.

“Kiss me, Noah,” Levi begged.

Happy to oblige, Noah lowered his head until his lips hovered over Levi’s.

“Don’t tease me, baby.”

Noah felt a wild surge of pleasure as he lowered his mouth over Levi’s. He would never get tired of kissing him. Swallowing his lover’s moans as he stroked his cock, Noah felt Levi’s body tense and knew he was close. He lifted his head, wanting to watch his lovers come.
Noah’s gaze followed the drops of sweat crawling down Simon’s chest.
Simon’s rippling muscles as he thrust into Levi’s body fascinated him.
Noah loved watching them, loved the sound of flesh pounding on flesh, the noises they made. His hand moved faster…

“Oh, fuck.” Levi’s body arched as he cried out, spraying his chest and Noah’s.

Noah caught Simon’s eye as he lapped at Levi’s chest.

Simon groaned, plunged deep and stilled. Soon after he pulled out of Levi’s body and collapsed alongside him, panting. He lifted his head and managed a grin. “That was amazing.”

Noah wormed his way between the two big warm bodies. He lay on his stomach and looked from Simon to Levi. “I don’t ever want to lose this.”

“You won’t, baby,” Levi promised. “I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you again.”

“Levi’s right.” Simon added. “We’re in this for the long haul”

* * * *

Simon was sitting at the desk in the small spare bedroom that served as his office. Noah and Levi were out cold, but sleep eluded him. He’d been thinking where they could go from here. Different scenarios came and went, but only one could work. He looked up and caught Levi watching him from the door.
Where the hell did he come from?
Simon prided himself on his instincts, especially knowing when he was being watched, but Levi hadn’t made a sound. The man moved more like a cat than a dog. The half-breed came up behind him and looked over his shoulder. Simon closed his laptop immediately.

Levi snarled. “Noah trusts you.”

“I thought you did, too.”

“Up to a point. You promised there’d be no secrets. Now you’re shutting me out.”

“Where it concerns you and Noah, there are no secrets. But other DSA business is off-limits. I’m sorry, but it has to be that way. Innocent people could get hurt if you leak something, even inadvertently.”

“I’ll buy that. For now.”

Levi sat on Simon’s thinking chair, the recliner he used when he needed to formulate a plan in his mind. Earlier, when he first came in here, he’d sat at that chair until he knew what he had to do. It wasn’t an ideal plan. It was rudimentary and it was only a beginning, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.

“I have a plan.”

Levi looked at him expectantly.

“I can buy time for Noah. The director of the DSA believes that I’m making Noah my slave in order to use him as bait to catch you.” He paused to maneuver his thoughts.

“Go on.”

“I will be showing off my new slave, but you on the other hand have to stay out of sight.”

“If you think you’re going to lock me up in that closet again, forget it.”

“I know that’s not doable, and for more than one reason. I expect the DSA will be making a stronger effort to monitor my apartment and my activities. Here’s one option. I can get papers made up for you and send you overseas—”

“You want me out of the picture so you can have Noah to yourself. No way!”

Simon sighed. He’d been expecting that reaction. “Do you really believe that, Levi? I care for both of you. I wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”

Levi’s expression softened. “It’s been a long time since anyone cared about what happened to me—besides Noah, that is. It takes some getting used to.”

“For me, too. There was a time when the thought of being responsible for someone else was out of the question. Now I find myself wanting to protect both of you. So, yeah, I care, very much. Do you believe me?”

Levi’s lips twitched. It was a bleak, tightlipped smile. “I don’t have much choice.”

Simon nodded. “There’s one place where you’ll be safe and still close enough that we can see each other.” Simon let his words hang in the air for a minute. “Dogtown.”

Levi drew in a deep breath. “There are Resistance members living in Dogtown.”

“So?”

“I don’t trust them.”

* * * *

“Neither do I,” Noah said as he entered the room. “I trust you.” He bent and placed a gentle kiss on Simon’s lips, and then he walked over to Levi and sat on his lap. “And I trust you. No one else.”

“We don’t have many options,” Simon protested.

Noah felt betrayed. “You promised me that we would stay together. All of us. I won’t lose Levi again.”

“You won’t, baby.” The shifter’s arms tightened around him. “Maybe we should leave. If Simon can get us both some fake ID we can go abroad. Make a new life.”

Noah’s heart sank further at the thought of losing Simon. When he looked over at the other man, he saw the same despair on Simon’s face. Levi must have seen it, too. “You know that’s not what I really want, Simon, but I don’t know what else to do.”

“Maybe I do,” Simon said softly. He looked at Noah. “How do you feel about bald men?”

“What?”

“I’ve needed an aide for a long time, and now more than ever. Graham will recognize the need for a security guard. After all, someone has to watch the slave while I’m working. Of course, Levi will need a makeover—a new identity and a new look. Maybe skin grafts for the tattoo.”

Levi’s jaw dropped. “How long do you think we can keep up a charade like that?”

“Long enough to come up with something else. My days at the DSA are numbered.” He held up a hand when Noah tried to protest. “I’m okay with that. I chose the job because I thought it was what my father wanted for me. At the time I thought I wanted it, too, and the job became my life. Now I realize it wasn’t much of a life. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I kept working for the bad guys.”

“Okay,” Levi said. “So what’s our next move?”

Simon let out a breath. “We move to a more secure building. It’s not a stretch, since I now have a slave and an aide under my roof. I keep my job with the DSA, for a little while, anyway. Maybe I can do some good from inside the agency.”

Noah shook his head. “It’ll put you in too much danger.”

“It puts us all in danger, sweetheart. If Graham finds out I’m working both sides, we’re all dead. That’s why we have to be in complete agreement.”

Noah’s mind spun. He knew one thing for sure. He would not give up Levi or Simon. Not now. Not ever. “I always had a thing for bald men and tattoos. A skin graft is too obvious. What Levi needs is a few more. What do you think, Levi?”

“I think you’re pretty damn smart. Maybe you should play the aide and I’ll play the slave.”

Noah grinned at him. “I think you’ll be playing the slave anyway. At least in the bedroom.”

Simon got up and walked over to them. He got on his knees and laid his head on Noah’s lap. “If things get too hot, we book out of town. I promise I’ll take care of you, both of you.”

Noah put a hand on Simon’s head. Levi laid his hand on top of Noah’s. Noah instantly felt the stress of their situation melt away in the warmth emanating from his two lovers. He felt a real sense of peace and security for the first time in years. A man’s future was always uncertain, but if he had love in his life he could look ahead with hope. And Noah was sure of one thing, he’d never been loved by anyone the way these two men loved him. If love really did conquer all, they would have their happy ending.

THE END

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