Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (6 page)

Keelan kicked his briefs off and rolled a condom over a most impressive erection. Actually Wynn’s cock had been long and thick as well. Did she want Keelan to fuck her now? Could she come again? Hell yes to both of those questions.

Gently Keelan turned her onto her hands and knees, then he leaned over her back and drove his cock deep inside her. Oh, hell, she was very tight, swollen from her orgasm, but he pushed hard and deep yet patiently to work his way in, and filled her once again. Keelan brushed her braid off her shoulders and kissed the back of her neck with gentle arousing touches that made her pussy quiver around his cock. Instantly Quintana knew she’d climax again and soon. Keelan hadn’t even pumped into her once yet, and already her body was demanding more from him.

Wynn wiggled under her body and grabbed her breasts with both hands, sending a spike of lust roaring through her and making her gasp with delight. She gasped even harder when he began pinching and stretching her nipples, while licking her rounded globes. Then Keelan gripped her hips firmly and started to thrust in and out of her cunt. He tilted her ass up and penetrated her impossibly deep, sending fire through every nerve in her channel while Wynn drove her higher with his touching of her breasts.

Quintana had to bite her bottom lip to stop herself screaming with need. Even though she’d just had an amazing orgasm, the urgency in her belly, the desperation to come again, was intense. Her entire body was on fire and she wanted to slam back onto Keelan’s cock, but that might have made Wynn lose his grip on her breasts. He was giving her too much pleasure to risk it ending any time soon.

Quintana rested on her hands and knees, dropping her chest a little lower into Wynn’s hands, stretching her spine back to keep her cunt under Keelan’s control.

From out of nowhere, Keelan’s fingers appeared on her clit, rubbing the hot little bud, and tears filled Quintana’s eyes. Oh hell she needed to come so bad she was about to explode from need.

In a way she was beginning to recognize as a sign the men really were closely bonded to each other. Keelan pinched her clit at exactly the same time as Wynn pinched her nipples. Quintana screamed and exploded, the climax hitting her like a runaway train. Her limbs were so weak if Keelan hadn’t had a hand on her hip likely she’d have melted into the sheets in a puddle of lust. He pumped into her again and again, until finally she felt the burst of heat that proved he’d come. Meanwhile her cunt was still rippling and quaking all around him. Her arms and legs wobbled with the release and Wynn slid to the side, stroking her spine as she collapsed flat on the bed.

“That was one hell of an orgasm and you are a hell of a team,” she mumbled, her face flat on the bed.

“Sweetheart, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” said Keelan kissing her ear.

“We promise to improve every time,” added Wynn.

“Better might kill me, but what a way to go.”

* * * *

Wynn paced the floor only vaguely aware that likely his actions would be irritating Keelan. Well too bad. He needed to think and he thought better, faster, more efficiently on his feet. Then he nodded to himself, having come to a conclusion. “I think you and Quintana should come with Georgia and me to interview the Simon pack.”

“That means it’ll have to be at night after the mall closes. Quintana will never leave the mall for more than a few minutes when it’s open and even I can’t leave Vaughan alone for too long.”

“Sunday afternoon Hanson Mall closes at four instead of six. It’ll take us a good hour to get to the farm so I’ll make the appointment for five thirty and that should give us plenty of time to talk to the leaders and decide who we ought to interview.”

“I think you should check with Quintana first that she’s okay to go back to the farm. Sometimes going back into the past can be very difficult,” warned Keelan.

“Yes, I expect it’s her past that makes her so driven to succeed now. But I think the interviews will go better if she’s there to introduce me and Georgia. I always try to have a local Alpha or other person with me the first time I go to a new pack. Plus it means we get to spend more time with her.”

“Okay then,” said Keelan.

Wynn pulled out his cell phone and called Georgia first. He liked her. She was a wolf the same as him, and they’d worked together on the family history project for over a year now, although often leading different teams rather than being together in interviews. But he liked her only as a friend. He’d never felt the least bit attracted to her in a sexual kind of way although she was pretty with strawberry blonde hair and pale blue eyes.

But Quintana was the woman he wanted, the one who made his heart beat faster and his dick grow longer. Quintana’s dark beauty turned him on so fast he had to restrain himself from grabbing her and kissing her until they both couldn’t breathe, every time he saw her.

“Hey, Georgia, it’s Wynn.”

“Hi, Wynn. How’re you doing?”

“Yeah, I’m not bad. Listen, I was hoping to set up the interviews with the Simon pack on Sunday afternoon and evening. Does that work for you?”

“Oh, sure, right. You just want an excuse to spend time with Quintana.”

Wynn laughed. She knew him and his weaknesses. “Of course. So does that time work for you?”

“Yes. Let me know when you have the details.”

“She’s good with that so I’ll call Quintana,” he told Keelan.

This time he set his cell phone to speakerphone so Keelan could hear the conversation.

“Hi, Quintana, I was hoping you would come with Keelan, Georgia, and me to the farm to meet with your relatives for the first interview about the family history project.”

“Why would you want me? I can’t tell them anything about it that you don’t know much better.”

“I always like to have someone the pack knows and trusts with me for the first interview. Someone who can introduce me, so to speak.”

“You do understand that my family has no respect for me at all because I’m human and my father’s daughter?”

“But you’re family. They know you. And they accepted your mother back didn’t they?”

Wynn waited while she took a breath and likely thought some about her answer. She’d made a success of her business. Surely that outweighed any dislike the wolves felt of her father?

“All right. But not during business hours.”

Wynn grinned. That was so typical of Quintana. Her business came first. “Not in business hours, no. I was thinking we could leave the mall right after it closes on Sunday, so arriving at the farm maybe five thirty?”

“Okay. I’ll meet you in the level five parking lot about twenty-five after four. But don’t get your hopes up too high. The Simon family has a very low opinion of my branch of the family.”

“The Simon family could be in for a shock then when we tell them just how much esteem the Hanson Mall Werewolf pack has for Quintana,” said Keelan firmly.

“You plan to tell them?” he asked.

“Hell yes.”

* * * *

Keelan sat in the backseat of the SUV with Quintana, while Georgia sat up front with Wynn and they ran through some of the questions they wanted to ask the leaders of the Simon pack.

Keelan longed to hold her hand, to massage her tense shoulders, to stroke her thigh, but he instinctively knew she wouldn’t appreciate him touching her, even though Georgia was intent on her conversation and not watching them.

Just looking at Quintana made him positive her relatives would have to respect her. The clothing she wore was clearly expensive, the fabrics of high quality, and the colors suited her perfectly. Her pants were bottle green and her shirt just a couple of shades lighter. Her shiny brown hair was in an intricate braid, the same one she’d worn when they went to the movies together. Her shoes were black and had low heels. He supposed that was because she had to stand and walk around for a good part of her working day, whereas he tended to sit mostly. He was either on a stool in the back room working on jewelry repairs, or sitting behind the counter doing bookwork. Vaughan did most of the customer service, only referring to him if it was a difficult question. Keelan was really going to miss him once he started school and was only working part-time.

Quintana jumped out of the car when they reached the farm gate, opening it for them and closing it again behind them. The SUV bounced up a rutted track around the side of a hill and behind a stand of trees to a large, somewhat dilapidated farmhouse, a mass of outbuildings, and a small lake to the side of the property.

It sure doesn’t look like a prosperous farm, but looks can be deceiving.

Keelan got out of the car and stretched, using the opportunity to look around some more, but he could see neither crops nor animals. Oh well, it wasn’t his business. He was simply here as a support for Quintana and Wynn.

A couple of middle-school-aged boys came out of one of the barns and stared at them. Keelan stood back and let the others do the talking, but it was Quintana who spoke first. “Good heavens. Are you Jordan’s son? You look just like I remember him.”

“Jordan’s my dad. Who are you?” said one of the boys rather rudely, Keelan thought.

“Quintana Simon. We’re here to meet with the elders. Are they in the front room?”

“The Alpha is,” answered the other boy.

“Thank you.” Quintana turned and marched into the house, Wynn and Georgia on her heels, and Keelan followed them.

There were maybe a dozen people in the front room. Keelan assumed the Alpha was the one with thinning gray hair sitting in a big armchair. Quintana went straight across to an older woman and gave her a hug. “Hi, Mom.”

Quintana’s mom was shorter than her daughter and looked thin and frail. In fact, all the people in the room seemed underweight to Keelan. Not that he expected them to be obese or anything, but wolves were naturally muscular with large appetites because they expended a lot of energy in their daily lives. Everyone in this room looked as if they’d been on a diet for too long and were overdue for a decent meal.

Keelan brushed his thoughts aside. It was none of his business what these people ate. He was here to support Quintana.

“Quintana,” said the Alpha.

Quintana went over to him and shook his hand, then turned and said, “Alpha, may I introduce Wynn Evans, Georgia Edwards, and Keelan Griffith from the Hanson Mall pack.”

“Tell me about the genealogical project,” ordered the Alpha.

Keelan tuned out as Wynn explained about what he and Georgia were doing. Keelan thought it was strange that the Alpha hadn’t given them his own name, or the names of anyone else in the room. Of course, many Alphas were simply called “Alpha,” but that wasn’t an excuse for not introducing anyone else. It’d be very interesting to see if the Alpha permitted his people to participate in the project.

“Will you pay us to give you this information?”

Keelan had to force himself not to show surprise at the question, but Wynn answered smoothly. “No, sir, no one has been paid to be interviewed, but we are careful to talk to people out of work hours so they aren’t losing any income by helping us.”

“If we aren’t getting any money out of this, why should we help?”

This time it was Georgia who answered. “Werewolves will disappear within a couple of generations at the present rate of lack of females. It’s in every werewolf’s interest to find out if there is a solution to the problem.”

“That’s just nonsense. Some of my men have found a mate in another pack. Just because my pack has very few females, and apparently yours does as well, that doesn’t mean wolves will die out. There’ll be werewolf women somewhere else to mate.”

“No, sir, there aren’t. There’s a worldwide shortage of werewolf females. Actually all shape-shifters are breeding fewer females unless they mate with a human. The only solution that has been found so far is for male wolves to mate human females. They then seem to give birth to some girls once more,” said Wynn.

Keelan found himself glancing at Quintana. Her face was bland but her shoulders were tense. Of course, both her parents were human, but she was descended from wolves as well.

“I call bullshit on that. I expect you’re all really working for the CIA, or the IRS, or some government agency wanting to pry into our lives. Well it’s not going to happen. You can go right back where you came from,” said the Alpha.

“We have nothing to do with the government. We work only for the werewolf community. You’re welcome to check with the Supreme Alpha of North America. He has given his support to this project,” said Wynn.

“As if he’d listen to me,” scoffed the Alpha.

“I can assure you Mr. Vukic will take your call.” Georgia pulled her business card out of her pocket and wrote on the back of it. “My number is on the front of the card and the Supreme’s is on the back. Thank you for allowing us to visit you today.”

Keelan followed Wynn, Georgia, and Quintana out of the house and back to the car. This time, when they got to the gate, he climbed out to open and close it. Only when they were several miles down the road did he turn to Quintana and ask, “What the fuck is biting the Alpha? And why is everyone so thin?”

“Yeah, I’d like to know that as well,” said Georgia.

Quintana sighed and turned side-on in her seat so she could look at Keelan beside her and Wynn and Georgia in the front seat of the SUV.

“You need to remember I left the farm when I was a teenager, and of course a kid sees things differently from an adult. But my feeling has been for a long time that there are far too many people living there for the farm to support them all. I don’t believe they’ve tried to find new crops or specialty crops that will bring in a higher income. I think they’re wedded to tradition and the old ways of doing things and it’s not working for them.”

“Why did the Alpha think the Supreme wouldn’t take his call?” asked Keelan.

“The Alpha wouldn’t break his oath to the Supreme, so it wouldn’t be out of guilt. Maybe it’s just the whole tradition thing. He thinks the Supreme is too important to bother with him. I’m sure he ignores requests from people in the pack he considers unimportant.”