The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

He caught it and held it up to his nose, drawing her scent deep into his lungs. “Now throw me your panties,” he suggested.

“Why don’t you take them off yourself?”

Rainer almost choked on his tongue. He grasped her underwear and drew it down her pale legs and off over her slender feet. Dropping her bra onto the bed, he clutched her panties to his nose. They were damp with her honey right in the center. She smelled intoxicating. He flicked his tongue over her underwear and licked the damp patch, keeping his gaze on her face. Her eyes hooded and became glazed with lust. Yeah, lust was what he was feeling, too. If he didn’t get undressed soon his cock would break through his pants all by itself.

Quinn handed him the lube. Rainer blinked. He hadn’t noticed Quinn walking into the room. But then again, he wouldn’t have noticed a marching band in the room right now either. He was too busy watching Wynter. His woman. The woman he loved and wanted.

“It’s your turn for her ass. You’d better get her ready,” said Quinn.

Rainer nodded. His mouth was so dry there was no way he could talk right now. Hell, he’d be lucky if he could even swallow.

Wynter stared at him for a long moment then turned onto her side, hitching her hip up a little to make accessing her ass easier. Oh, her ass looked just absolutely perfect. Round and lush but not flabby. She was in truth a shark, her body pale and sleek, but not skinny. She was far more beautiful than skinny could ever be, with her smoothly curved lines and fullness in all the right places. Especially her ass. God, he’d be lucky if her didn’t disgrace himself and come in his pants before he even got his cock into her ass.

Rainer bent over and squirted some lube onto his fingers then gently massaged the rim of her pucker. The muscles were tight but the surrounding skin was soft. He easily got two fingers inside her, and she was so hot and ready for him he had to stop and force himself to be controlled. He was preparing her. His focus was to be on her. This was all about making everything good for her. Except that just touching her was driving him insane with desire.

Rainer made himself stop touching her with his fingers and kneeled on the floor beside the bed. Then he kissed a line down her spine to her ass. Only then did he permit himself to touch her again, to continue making her ass ready for his cock.

Not until he was quite sure she was open and ready for him did he allow himself to step back and strip off his clothing. Quinn was already naked and lying on the bed in front of Wynter, sucking her breasts. He raised his head and said, “Slide on in, Rainer, then I’ll join you.”

Rainer carefully pressed his cock at her back door, but he popped through the opening easily and quickly was deep inside her. He arranged his legs under hers so he could use his hips properly, making sure her bad knee was on the top of the pile, then he looked at Quinn over her head. Quinn nodded then entered Wynter’s cunt while Rainer held her hips firmly in place. He could feel Quinn’s cock sliding against his just the other side of the thin panel of tissue. Of course, he’d felt that this afternoon as well, but this time he was in better control of his mind, able to think as well as feel.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to last though. He wasn’t in that much control of himself. Being here with Wynter was enough to fry his brain cells completely.

As before, they began very slowly. Rainer pressed soft kisses along her shoulders, concentrating on making a row of them from right to left, then up her neck to her hair and from left to right on the other shoulder. It helped him maintain the deliberate pace and made him keep his focus on her, not himself.

Soon they were pumping into her faster and faster, and she was doing totally wicked things with her hips and her internal muscles. For a moment Rainer was convinced he would spoil everything and come, but then she exploded around him, gripping his cock so hard he thought it might break, before it, too, erupted inside her. He rested his face on her back, wanting to hold her and love her forever. Wishing she could belong to him and Quinn just like this for all eternity. As soon as she was well he was going to talk to Quinn, demand they claim her as their own.

He refused to think about George Thorne and his attacks, or about the surgery Wynter was about to face, or even about whether or not she’d agree to partner with them both. Everything would be all right. It had to be. He couldn’t bear it if anything went wrong.

* * * *

Wynter had intended to set her alarm for six so she could swim before breakfast, but she fell instantly and deeply asleep after the men made love to her. When she finally woke both men were gone, but by the time she opened her bleary eyes to read the clock it was only a quarter after, so she had a very quick shower, knowing she’d shower again after swimming anyway.

Both men were dressed for travel, so she slipped her bikini off and dived into the swimming pool, dropping straight to the bottom to transform and swim laps. She’d spent plenty of time in the water yesterday, and her skin wasn’t at all itchy, so as long as she swam for fifteen or twenty minutes she should be fine until they arrived at the clinic. Wynter tried to remember what Dr. Thorne had told her about his lake. It was ten feet deep in the center, she remembered that, and it’d be great to swim at that depth again. She also thought it was longer than a swimming pool, but that may have just been wishful thinking.

By the time she was showered and dressed, their breakfast had been delivered. She was stunned at the kindness of these people. They’d even asked her what her favorite foods were, so she wasn’t at all surprised to see a big bowl of fruit and yogurt on the table.

There was a notepad and pen by the telephone on the table so she wrote a thank you note as she ate. Quinn loaded the car with their things, Rainer stacked the used dishes back on the food trolley, and all she had to do was walk out to her car.

It was going to be dreadfully hard to say good-bye to these wonderful men when she left the clinic. She was going to miss them terribly.

Wynter forced herself to straighten her shoulders and sit tall in her seat.
I should be grateful for all the wonderful gifts I’ve been given, not pine over what I can’t have. And I am grateful, truly I am.

As Quinn started the engine, a motorcycle rolled to a stop beside the car. “I’ll be your escort for the first ten miles or so, sir, just to ensure there’s no problems. After I leave you, that phone number will bring you help. Be sure to call it at even the slightest hint of a problem.”

Panic raced through Wynter.
I’ve been living in fairy land. George Thorne still doesn’t want me to go to the clinic. Why me? Why has he chosen to threaten me?

At first she was very tense watching out the windows all the time, expecting trouble. When the motorcyclist waved good-bye and turned around to head back to his home, Wynter became even more vigilant, scanning every bush looking for someone intent on harming her. But after a while common sense seeped back into her brain and the tension left her body. The Alpha had said the truck the three men were in was stolen, so they wouldn’t be a problem to her, and surely George didn’t have that many friends in this area. Any trouble would happen much closer to the clinic. The time to worry was just before they arrived.

As the day passed she drifted into their casual travel mode, talking happily to the men about everything and anything, serving them meals from the food provided—delicious burritos—and before she was aware of it, they were in Ohio, only twenty miles from the clinic.

Quinn and Rainer both pointed out things to her as they drove along, both of them relaxed and on home ground now. But Wynter became worried and tense. Was this where George would attack? Would someone try to force them off the road? Would a sniper come up and shoot at Quinn? She couldn’t cope with the guilt if one of the men was hurt protecting her. Almost she begged them to be careful, but she knew they would be. Both men were checking outside the car quite regularly, and Rainer was holding his cell phone in his hands, and not because he needed to look at the maps either.

They turned onto a minor road, and Wynter almost screamed as a truck pulled out behind them.

“I wonder what Danny’s doing here?” asked Rainer.

Danny? Has George Thorne found someone they know to hurt us?
she wanted to ask, but was scared to distract them. If someone was going to try to push them off the road, she wanted Quinn concentrating on driving, not on her.

The truck stopped at a gate and pulled to the side so Quinn could be directly in front of the gate. A man was right there, and he opened the gate. As Quinn drove through, the truck followed immediately behind them.
Protection. He’s protecting us. But from what?

The truck moved in front of them again, and Quinn followed it around to the back of the building to a large barn. Quinn wound down his window as the man got out of the truck and walked over to them.

“What was that all about, Danny?” asked Quinn.

“One of the wolves saw some teenagers hanging around when he went for a run so I stopped by in case you needed an escort. It looks like they were just kids, not a problem at all. I’ve made space in the storeroom for Ms. Hall’s property so you can unload the trailer and return it tomorrow. No need to do anything tonight though, just park in the barn.”

“Thanks, Danny.”

Wynter sank back against the seat. She was here. She was safe. Well, safe so far.

Quinn drove into the barn and turned the engine off, then he swiveled in his seat to look at her. “Wynter?”

“Thank you for getting me here safely.”

“There’s something I wanted to say last night, but you went to sleep so fast, and I didn’t want to wake you knowing we had a long journey today.”

“Yes?” She blinked. Whatever could he mean? Surely he hadn’t intended to tell her not to worry? They were very alert themselves. Maybe not as worried as her, but definitely on their guard for trouble.

“Rainer and I both love you. We want you to go into this operation knowing we love you, and that when you’re better, fully healed, we want to form a partnership with you. The three of us. I will be your Dom and both of us will love you.”

Quinn turned and nodded at Rainer, then looked back to focus on her. “I want you and Rainer to both come live with me on the farm. It’s nothing special, but there’s plenty of space and I do have a lake for you to swim in. The first thing we’ll do is make it deeper for you.”

“You love me?” She sank back against her seat. They loved her? They loved her? She leaned forward again and grabbed Quinn’s head, pulling his face to hers, and kissed him full on the lips. She didn’t even have to grab Rainer, he leaned toward her as soon as she let go of Quinn. “I love you both so much. I was devastated thinking we’d have to part. Are you sure you really care for me? It’s not just that you feel sorry for me?”

“Sweetie, I’m crazy about you. I can’t keep my hands off you. And I want Quinn to be my Dom. Our Dom.”

“What if the operation doesn’t work? What if I’m not healed? What if George—”

“Of course you’ll be healed. Oscar is the best shape-shifter doctor in the world, and I’m your personal care attendant.”

“And as for George Thorne, I won’t let him—or anyone else—spoil our love,” added Quinn, sounding very much the Dom.

Wynter smiled. They loved her. She loved them. Anything else was just icing on the cake of happiness.

* * * *

George Thorne stared at the punk.
I hope this one is smarter than the last one.

“The last kid I hired is in jail. He not only failed to stop the woman coming to the clinic, but he was identified by the wolf pack and caught by the police driving a stolen truck. He was stupid!”

George let all the anger and frustration building up in him show in his voice.
That stupid, stupid kid. He was right there in the Supreme’s pack. He would have been invaluable to me, the information he could have given me. But no. He had to get caught. The fucking little prick!

“Find a woman staff member. A weak, helpless human woman. Scare the shit out of her, but don’t kill her and don’t get caught. I’ll give you a thousand dollars when she stops working at the clinic as long as she tells all her friends to leave as well. For every extra person who leaves the clinic because of your work you get another two hundred dollars. Do not fail me.”

The young man nodded vigorously and went back to his car. They were in the parking lot at a mall. George wasn’t going to be anywhere anyone could overhear him.
I want that damn property and I’ll get it. It’s mine! Mine! And I won’t waste its assets on a stupid clinic either. I’ve got much bigger plans for it than that.

THE END

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