Overwhelmingly Precious [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

“How did you do that?”

She laughed. “I’ll show you in slow motion one day.”

When Keelan had finished showering, Wynn climbed back in to wash himself properly, and then joined them in the bedroom. Quintana was sitting on the bed still wrapped in both towels, whereas Keelan was stretched out beside her talking to her about gemstones.

His breath hitched. Now they’d fuck.

Keelan took two condoms off the nightstand, rolling one down his erection and handing the other to Wynn. As Wynn sheathed himself Keelan slathered lube over his condom. Okay, that meant he had her cunt.

Wynn lay down on the bed and opened his arms. “Lay on me, Quintana, please.”

* * * *

Quintana had to force her mouth shut and swallow hard when Wynn addressed her and held out his arms to her like that. She wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms, their arms, and never climb out of them again. But sadly, that wasn’t possible. She wasn’t able to commit to an ongoing relationship. Anyway, likely they’d both get tired of her soon. She lacked experience. She had no “tricks of the trade” to use to bind them to her with erotic charms. She was ready to have both of them inside her though. She really wanted the satisfaction of having them both at once. To be genuinely at one with them both. It’d been good fucking them both a few days ago, but together would be ten times better.

She slid over Wynn, rubbing her wet pussy across his hips and then sat up on his thighs and stroked his cock. It was long and thick, the head red with his need, and a drop of pre-cum pressing against the condom from inside. She wished she could taste him, but protection was a much better idea at this stage of their relationship.

She placed his cockhead at the entry to her cunt, and then took him just a tiny way inside herself. She wiggled from side to side, letting him touch the walls of her channel, reveling in the faint scraping his cock made against her walls, and loving the way her pussy creamed even more from the touch of him inside her.

Quintana held his shaft still with one hand, and teased his balls with the other, scraping her nail gently over each testicle and across the soft inner flesh of his thighs. She watched, hiding her smile, as he shivered with need and grit his teeth as she tormented him.

“Fuck, Quintana, you’re a sexy witch.”

“As long as you’re not calling me a bitch it’s all good.”

But she took him an inch deeper inside her cunt and waggled her hips from side to side again as she spoke.

Quintana longed to feel him deep inside her, stretching her to the limit, but she also wanted this time to last. She had the power here, and needed to test his boundaries and his willingness to do things her way. She knew that either of these men could hold her down and have her do their bidding. She was strong, but only a woman and a human compared to them being both male and shape-shifters. Either of them could also choose to turn the tables and tease her to desperation. But for the moment, they were letting her have her way and play with them. And she truly appreciated that. It showed they cared about her, and wanted to please her, not just to bed her.

Having satisfied herself about their motives, Quintana pushed down over Wynn’s cock until he was where they all wanted him, filling her cunt completely, stretching her tissues wide, and making her shiver with desire for him and Keelan.

Only then did Keelan rest his hand on her lower back, urging her to lie flat on Wynn’s body. Wynn helpfully gripped her around the waist and licked over her nose. She giggled and began kissing him back. As they did that, behind her, Keelan parted her ass cheeks and began pushing his cock at her tight sphincter. Quintana rested her arms on the bed beside Wynn and nibbled on his earlobe. The men had done that to her and it was outrageously sexy. She hoped Wynn liked it, too. Then Keelan breached her ass and began rocking his way deeper inside her. Quintana’s eyebrows went up and she stopped moving, concentrating instead on the amazing feeling of a second cock working its way inside her.

She was full. No, well beyond full. Stretched tight and held open. But it was a sensation of pressure and possession not one of pain. It was a good feeling, one that aroused her and made her want more. But she knew not to move yet. Keelan was still sliding deeper inside her ass. Somehow her body knew what to do, letting him in and rearranging her walls around the second cock, gripping him firmly yet allowing him entry. It was definitely the most erotic feeling she’d ever experienced.

When Keelan stopped moving she was breathless, her back coated with sweat, and her body limp with the need for completion. But she knew Wynn was the one really suffering. His cock was full and rigid inside her pussy and she knew he badly wanted to begin moving. She also guessed that it would take very little to set both Wynn and herself off, and it was grossly unfair to begin without Keelan being ready to participate fully.

“I’m ready now, sweetheart. Shall we begin?” asked Keelan.

“About fucking time. I’m dying here,” she replied. But she kept her voice light so they’d know she wasn’t really complaining.

“You’re dying? I’m the one on the bottom of this pile of bodies,” teased Wynn.

She was giggling as the two men pulled out of her, very slowly, and then she caught her breath as they pushed back in. It’d been totally carnal when they’d entered her one at a time. But when they did it together her entire body broke out in sweat. It was almost too intense an experience to bear.

Quintana was leaning so hard on the bedding as they drove into her and withdrew only to push in again, that she thought her handprints would be permanently marking the bed linen. But she couldn’t help herself. The passion and intensity of the men was overwhelming her senses. The room was full of the smells of man, of sex, of sweat, and more faintly, of strawberry shampoo.

It seemed to her as if every nerve ending in her body was a flame, a torch, a fire of all-consuming need. Combustion was only a heartbeat away.

But then she realized she had power, too. Quintana lifted her head from Wynn’s chest and licked a line on his jaw. Already his chin was prickly with the start of his beard and the prickles were overlaid with a hint of salt from his sweat. She kissed his nose and tasted salt again. She lifted her right leg off the sheets, and dragged her toes up and down Keelan’s leg, hiding her delight as he groaned behind her.

The men were pumping faster now, still in perfect unity with each other, drawing out and thrusting in. That’s when Quintana knew she had another weapon in her repertoire. She waited until they were fully inside her and gripped their cocks with her internal muscles, using all her strength.

“Fucking hell, woman, what are you doing?” asked Wynn.

Keelan just groaned even louder.

Wynn dug his fingers into her shoulders and Keelan grabbed her hips tightly. They pulled out and slammed into her. The force of their stroke moved all their bodies several inches up the bed, and it caused an explosion deep inside her. The fires she’d been holding at bay grew to wildfire proportions and exploded through her body, sending her flying off the cliff into the strongest orgasm she’d ever known.

Quintana went limp under its power, letting wave after wave of release roll through her. Mentally she pictured the waves as the ocean putting out the fire in her body, but it didn’t work like that, as everything still sparked and tingled inside her. Never had she experienced anything like that before. She wanted to say something but couldn’t frame the words, and anyway both men were holding her tightly their cocks releasing jets of cum into their condoms.

Quintana relaxed. She’d think of something to say later, when her body recovered. If it ever did.

* * * *

Quintana had refused to go out with Keelan and Wynn for the next few days, insisting she had to put some serious time in at her stores. Wynn was back to pacing the floor again, so Keelan said to him, “I made something at the store. I’d like to show it to you.”

Actually,
like
wasn’t the right word. He’d designed and made the ring himself, and would be devastated if Wynn or, more particularly, Quintana, didn’t like it. But he knew it was time to show it to Wynn. And besides, Wynn’s pacing was driving him insane and this was a good way to stop him.

Wynn gave him a strange look, but nevertheless came with him out of the professional suites and down the mall stairs to the third level. The moving walkways didn’t operate after the mall was closed and it seemed silly to walk to the glass-walled elevator just to go down one level.

Keelan unlocked the metal gate, and Wynn waited outside the store as he hurried around back to reset the security panel. Wynn came into the store and Keelan locked the metal gate again, turning on one bank of lights and taking him out to the workroom where what he was doing wouldn’t be visible to anyone passing by. If any of the security guards came past they’d call out to him, noticing that the lights were on, and he had a password to give them to show them he was here of his own free will, and not under duress. It was the best kind of password in that if he had been coerced to come, all he had to do was answer the guards’ questions without using his password. That should be enough to keep him safe from his attacker until help could arrive.

In the backroom he blocked Wynn’s view of the safe while he opened it and took out the ring, locking the safe again immediately. That was one thing he’d had impressed on him as a young jeweler. Never leave anything unlocked even for a second as he might be distracted and forget to do it until it was too late. It could be a real nuisance locking and unlocking a cabinet a dozen times for a customer who couldn’t make up their mind, but it was worth it in not having anything get dropped, lost, or stolen.

Wynn was staring at the floor, making it clear he wasn’t attempting to see anything he shouldn’t. Once again Keelan sent a mental smile of gratitude to Wynn. The man might have a horrible habit of pacing but he really was a good friend.
I could have done a lot worse than the cousin I ended up with.

Keelan set the tiny box on his worktable and switched on his bright working lamp. “Look,” he said, and stepped back so Wynn could see the ring.

“May I touch it?”

“Of course.”

Keelan kept his body completely still and silent as Wynn picked up the ring and held it under the light turning it slightly to look at the engraving.

“It’s for Quintana, that’s why there are five spirals. It’s us, that’s why there are three hearts. It’s beautiful. Keelan, you’re amazingly talented. You did this yourself?”

“I wanted something unique, something that was just about the three of us.” Keelan spoke softly but he was pleased Wynn had seen what he was aiming at, and had approved of it. Now, if only Quintana liked it as well. And agreed to wear it of course.

Carefully he packed away the ring and locked it back up, setting the security alarm again and locking the store. They were just leaving when Berian and Dakota, two security guards, arrived.

“Oh, it’s you, Keelan and Wynn. We saw the light and thought we’d say hi to you. How’s your day been?”

“My day’s been good, thanks. I was just showing something to Wynn. And what about you, Dakota. How has your day been?”

Dakota and Berian both smiled and relaxed when he used Dakota’s name. That was his password. To answer the person who questioned him by name. It meant he didn’t have to remember some convoluted formula, or try to fit some inappropriate word into the conversation.

“How’s the roof garden coming along?” Wynn asked. One of Dakota’s mates, Lewis, was in charge of building the project.

“It’s progressing really well. It looks amazing,” answered Berian.

“It really does. You should come up and look at it one day,” added Dakota.

“We will,” replied Wynn.

Keelan stopped and watched as the guards returned to their rounds, and then walked up the stairs again and back to the professional suites. “Let’s take the stairs. It’s only four floors,” he said, pushing the stairwell door open.

“
Only
.
Only
four floors,” groaned Wynn.

“You’re the one who has to pace and can’t sit still.”

“It’s how I think.”

“That means you’ll be thinking extra well when we get back to my apartment.” Keelan set a fast pace up the stairs. The truth was, he needed the exercise as much as Wynn. He really ought to go to the fitness center more often. And when the roof garden was finished he really would go there to run at least once a week. He’d put a set time in his cell phone so he didn’t forget.

Back in the apartment he went to his coffeepot and turned it on, while Wynn pulled some leftover snow peas out of the refrigerator and dropped the open bag on the counter beside them, crunching one of the delicious morsels as he did so.

“Normal wolves snack on hot dogs and fries,” he said as he took a couple of snow peas himself.

“I would, but I don’t like them cold. Now snow peas are perfect cold.”

They sat at the counter with their coffee, crunching a pea now and then, until Wynn said, “What’s your plan with the ring? When are we going to ask Quintana to mate us?”

“Yes, well, I haven’t quite worked that bit out yet,” Keelan confessed, feeling his face pinken with embarrassment.

Wynn had made as much progress as he could from the information Quintana had given him about the Simon pack. He had a list of questions he needed to ask other pack members. He suspected humans hadn’t been included in that pack until her human grandmother because there was such a heavy preponderance of males. However, it was possible that some of the men who’d found their mates in other packs had inadvertently brought back a werewolf bride who was only part werewolf. In other words, these women had been born female because of a human in their family tree. A grandmother, like Quintana’s cousins had, perhaps.

But this was all idle speculation. He really needed an older pack member to interview. He’d learned that older people had good memories for genealogies, and the very best records the researchers had collected had been from when a small group of senior citizens had been interviewed together, sparking each other’s memories and stories of pack members long departed.