Lorelei (10 page)

“Get out. Thank you, but everyone out.” This time her words
were
a whisper, but it was as if she’d threatened their lives. The healing Wardens reached for Miles and Holden, helping them to their feet, and she had a few other things to say. “They don’t search alone. They don’t go anywhere near Paisley alone.”

“It’s best if—” Miles was the first to object.

“I felt your emotions. Every. Single. One. You won’t go near her alone.” She shook her head.

“That was a mistake.” Holden grimaced. “We’re sorry.”

“What did they do?” Dylan’s low question was much calmer than Zeke’s snarl. Though she knew, of the two men, it was Dylan she’d have to worry about.

When both men paled and swallowed hard, she knew they were aware of the size of their mistake.

“We’ll discuss it after they find Paisley.” She tilted her head back to meet first Zeke’s gaze and then Dylan’s. “And after we mate.” She refocused on the two chagrinned males. “Leave. You have enough to find her. You know where to start looking.”

Both men nodded and eased past them, giving their fivesome a wide berth. She knew Emmett and Levy were still near. Otherwise her mates would have gone after the two Wardens.

Lorelei pushed to her feet, swaying slightly as she stood. Damn. The pain was gone, but she was the tiniest bit lightheaded. She shook her head, brushing off the feeling and finally looked to the four men. Zeke and Dylan’s faces were peppered with gray fur, their cheeks more pronounced and fangs pressed against their lower lips.

“You can let them go now.” She focused on Emmett and Levy. “I’ll be safe with Dylan and Zeke.”

And she realized she truly would. No matter what, she would be safe with Zeke and Dylan. They were, after all, her mates.

Zeke held onto his control by a thread and he knew his partner was just as stressed by the events that’d unfolded before them.

Lorelei had to use her magic to repel the two Wardens and he hadn’t missed the catch in her voice when she demanded Miles and Holden be monitored. Everything in him commanded he chase the two wolves down and cut their throats for upsetting her.

Excessive? Probably.

Necessary? Absolutely.

As if reading his thoughts, she reached up and patted his hand with her trembling palm. “Hush, I’m fine.”

It was then he realized he was growling and he forced the wolf to back off. No sense in snarling now. Not when the men were gone and hunting for Paisley.

That left him with Dylan and Lorelei.

His partner and his mate. A mate he was more than ready to claim.

His wolf howled in anticipation while his skin buzzed with his power, the energy skating over his flesh as it prepared to twine and sink into his mate. His cock throbbed and pulsed, aching to be free but he held onto his control. Barely. They’d warned her of their desires—that after others put their mouths on her, Zeke and Dylan would need to replace their scent. Replace it and change it with their own bites.

Everyone needed to know she was claimed.

“You’re not fine.” Dylan did growl and he shot his friend a harsh look. Getting angry with her for helping her sister would not help things along.

“I am.” She tilted her head back, gaze shifting from Dylan to Zeke and back again. “I’d be better if my mates fulfilled their promise.”

Zeke eased around the chair and perched on the wide arm, knowing it’d easily take his weight. All of the furniture in the hotel was made for werewolves—solid and sturdy.

“What promise is that, baby?” Zeke brushed strands of hair away from her eyes.

“You know,” she whispered, her pale face flushing pink.

“Oh, I think you do.” Dylan mirrored Zeke’s position. “Tell us, sweet.”

She licked her lips, and his dick twitched. He wanted to follow that pink tongue and lap at her tastes. Even more, he wanted her tracing his shaft before suckling the head of his cock.

Damn.

“I want…” Her attention bounced between them. “I want to be your mate. You said you’d be out of control, but it doesn’t seem—”

Zeke couldn’t have stopped himself had he tried. Not when worry and disappointment filled the air. Her worry and disappointment. His attempt at control made her doubt them.

That was unacceptable.

Zeke swooped in and captured her lips, cupping her face and tilting her head as he desired. The small twist gave him deeper access, allowed him to thrust his tongue deep and dominate their meeting. He wanted to brand her with his mouth, take control and show her who she belonged to.

She moaned and clutched his shoulders, small nails digging into his flesh, but not piercing his skin. When he sucked on her tongue, she whined anew, pushing closer to him and pulling him toward her. Her arousal replaced her unease and he drew in the heady scent of her need. Sweet and musky and he couldn’t wait to taste her. She would be so delicious, flowing over his tongue with each orgasm. She’d come at least a dozen times before the night was through.

Maybe two.

Something else reached his nose, something other than her desire and the hints of Dylan’s aching desperation for Lorelei.

It was them.
Them
on her skin and it reminded him of the mouths that’d touched her so recently.

Zeke pulled from the kiss, tearing his mouth away as his wolf rushed forward. His teeth elongated and sharpened, ready to put his mouth to her skin. It wanted to bite her, replace the marks that’d been left.

He tugged her arms from around his neck and stared at the wounds. No, there was no physical reminder of the spell. Her skin was unmarred and part of him relaxed at that fact. But blood still coated her. The wolves had been tossed from her in a blinding rush of power, leaving her to bleed freely for several moments before the healing Wardens were able to repair the damage.

That left remnants of the injuries evident against her paleness. There were also invisible signs of another’s touch.

The disgusting hint of Miles and Holden coated her as well.

“We gotta get you in the shower.” Zeke’s words were hardly audible to himself and he prayed Lorelei understood.

“Z?” Dylan furrowed his brow.

“She smells like them, D. We’ll claim her, but…” He focused on Lorelei. “I need their scent off you.”

Lorelei nodded, giving him a small smile. “If you’ll carry me, we can do whatever you want.”

Dylan chuckled. “Don’t give us a blanket offer like that, sweet. Because we’ll take you up on it.”

Her smile turned wicked. “I trust you to do your worst. Or best.”

His partner shook his head. “Help her and I’ll get the water started.” Dylan stroked her cheek. “We’ll get you clean and then we’ll get you dirty again.”

“Sounds like a plan.” This time Lorelei winked.

Yes, it sounded like a very, very good plan.

Zeke stood and reached for Lorelei, helping her stand. The moment she was vertical, he swept her into his arms, enjoying the feel of her curves against his body. She sighed and placed her head against his shoulder and arm across his chest. She snuggled in and he nuzzled the top of her head. That part of her was pure Lorelei. The two Wardens were never near her hair and he relished the heavenly scent of her. Those flavors served two purposes: it let his wolf forget about the intruding males while also urging him to claim her. Now. Right this second she needed to belong to them before anyone could take her from them.

The word repeated in his mind with every step.

Now. Now. Now…

The splatter of water on tile reached him, the sounds vibrating the air and telling him that Dylan had done as they’d planned. The cool liquid was now warming for them.

Them. If Lorelei thought they’d leave her alone, she was in for a big surprise. Now that anger was leaving him, overwhelming need was sliding into its place. The wolf scratched and scraped at Zeke’s skin, demanding he dispense with the sweet words and soft touches.

Now. Now. Now…

The heat of the shower reached out to them the moment he and Lorelei crossed the threshold. Crossed it and were met with a bare-chested Dylan. The man’s pants were tented, telling him that his friend was in the same shape as Zeke. At least he wasn’t the only one hurting.

Dylan approached and brushed his lips over Lorelei’s mouth, returning to deepen their kiss for a moment before he backed away. “Let’s get you undressed, sweet. Can’t wait to peel away all these layers and taste your skin.” His partner kissed her again. “And that delicious pussy. You’ve been teasing us with that scent and I want to lap you up.”

Lorelei shuddered and Zeke smiled. It seemed their sexy mate got off on a little dirty talk as well. If she enjoyed hearing about everything they wanted to do to her, he was more than happy to share.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s get you stripped and into the shower,” he murmured, and padded to the counter.

After gently placing her on the counter, he reached for the buttons on her shirt. A flush turned her pale skin pink and he sensed her embarrassment.

One button gave way to two, which gave way to three and four, exposing more of her lush body with each movement.

“Damn,” he sucked in a harsh breath and fought off his own release. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at these pretties.” He undid a few more fasteners and then her lace covered breasts were bared to him. “Do you see how hard her little nipples are, D?”

Zeke reached into her shirt, cupping the mounds and squeezing gently. Her nips were firm against his palms and he shifted his touch to lightly pinch the nubs. At her moan, he knew his little mate enjoyed that tiny bite.

“See how much she wants this, D.”

“Damn, sweet.” Dylan’s voice was husky.

“Please?” she whimpered.

“She wants more, Z. Give our mate what she wants.” With Dylan’s words, Lorelei shuddered anew.

“Gladly.” Zeke grinned. “What do you want, baby? Do you want me to suck these nipples, strip you bare and eat that pussy?”

Another whimper and she finally spoke. “Wanna see you both. Want you to touch me. Want to touch you.”

“Oh, we’re always happy to do that.” Zeke got back to her buttons. “D, finish stripping for our mate while I get my taste.”

He noted his friend’s movements and the fact that Dylan was putting on a show for Lorelei. While his partner gave her visual stimulation, Zeke went for a more physical approach. He finally parted her shirt, brushing the sides aside giving him full view of her.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered and reached for her. It was easy work to divest her of her bra, the silk and lace falling away to reveal the pale globes.

Zeke let his attention drift to her face, and he was floored by the trust and need written in her features. “We’re gonna take care of you so good, baby.”

It was a promise to both her and himself.

He didn’t hesitate to love on her breasts. He licked and nipped, enjoying each sound that escaped her mouth. When he sucked hard, she rocked her hips as if searching for more stimulation. She’d get plenty and hopefully sooner rather than later. Especially considering his cock was ready to burst.

He nibbled the nub and he smiled when she fisted his strands, holding him steady while she arched closer. Yes, their mate was a sensual, sexy woman.

Zeke stroked her as he continued worshipping the mounds. He petted her back, slid over her sides and finally reached for the button of her shorts. He flicked the button and lowered the zipper in a single move. He’d accept any objection she voiced, but he wanted to strip her before she thought too much.

He released her nipple with a soft pop and met her gaze. “Lift those hips, baby. Let me get rid of your shorts and then we’ll make you feel so good. Make you scream.”

Lorelei nibbled on her lower lip and did as he asked, letting him tug the material past her hips and down her legs.

“Wanna see you, too,” she whispered, her attention bouncing between him and Dylan.

“On one condition.” Her eyebrows raised in question. “I get my turn to eat this pussy before the night is through.”

Her nod was quick and immediate, her hair brushing forward and sliding over the mounds of her breast. Damn. He couldn’t wait to fist those strands as she sucked his cock.

Baby steps. Slow. He had to remind himself that they couldn’t do everything in round one. Maybe round two.

“Dylan? Why don’t you taste our sweet mate while I strip for her?” Zeke stepped back and gave his now nude partner room so he could kneel between Lorelei’s spread thighs.

Fuck, those short brown curls glistened with her arousal. Her pussy practically screamed to be licked and tasted. Maybe he should haul Dylan away from her so he could get the first taste. Zeke closed his eyes and growled at himself. There would be plenty of years ahead of him.

Instead of staring at his partner push his tongue between her sex lips, he reached back and grabbed the fabric of his shirt. One long tug had the material sliding up and over his shoulders until he was free. The steamy air moistened his chest and he didn’t miss the way Lorelei’s breath caught.

Because she saw him. Not because of Dylan’s ministrations, but him and him alone.

He could live with that.

*

Lorelei was gonna die. Between her mates being naked and the sexual promise in their eyes… Yup, deader than dead. With any luck, she’d come a time or ten before all was said and done.

Dylan knelt between her thighs, his wide shoulders forcing her legs even wider as he made room for himself. Yes, his shoulders were wide, his chest was strong and those abs were solid and carved. He was a gorgeous package of strength, and she sensed an inner softness in him that she didn’t think he showed many people.

She hoped she’d someday be one of those people.

When Zeke tore his shirt from his body, she nearly swallowed her tongue. Yes, they were both gorgeous, but in different ways, and she ached to discover them.

Zeke stroked his chest, running his hand down his body and then toyed with the button of his jeans.

“See something you like?” Dylan’s warm breath fanned her pussy and she moaned, anxious for him to touch her, stroke her. He needed to do something.