Were-Devils' Revenge [Were-Devils of Tasmania 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

“Maybe she isn’t ready yet,” Mac teased, moving his hands down to her calves.

“Oh yes,” Gabriella said, thinking if they didn’t hurry up she might have to jump them.

“Are you sure?” said Mitch, hand now cupping a buttock and finger getting dangerously close to her asshole.

“Yes,” said Gabriella, wriggling all the more, though Mitch pulled her to him so she wasn’t about to move anywhere fast. The brothers were clearly enjoying teasing her, and Gabriella felt torn between the tantalizing anticipation and desire to have them in her. Each time Mac pulled back she could feel more juices running down her leg. They seemed to know her better than she did herself.

Mac leant down and licked her belly button again and then worked his tongue down to the edge of her thong, pulling on the material with his teeth. With Mitch working on the sides, the thong now exposed the reddish hair of her mound. Mac sat back and looked at her, hands this time tracing over the mound and then ever so slightly beneath it to the edge of her slit. The other hand slipped under the side of her thong and caressed a lip of her cunt. Gabriella thought she would come, so intense was the feeling that waved through her entire body.

But there was much more to come. Mac put a finger on either side of the thong and began pulling it down, slowly, in stages, pausing and taking in her body each time he moved it a little lower. Both men seemed mesmerized, as turned on as she was if the hardness of their cocks she could feel behind her and see in front of her was anything to go on.

Mac finally shuffled backward so he could remove her underwear entirely then knelt back between Gabriella’s knees and gently pushed her legs farther apart. She knew she was totally exposed and fought the need to pull her legs together, the idea vanishing as soon as Mac leant forward, his hands opening her up and his tongue parting her lips and circling around her clit before pushing inside her.

Gabriella found her pelvis rocking, partly as she was desperate for him to come deeper, partly because Mac was pulling her to him with Mitch’s hands on her ass from behind, lifting her up in the process. When Mitch’s finger went over her asshole, the feeling intensified, and without warning Gabriella felt her body shiver and shake as an intense orgasm swept over her.

Mac and Mitch set her back down on the sandy floor as Mitch pulled off her dress and both men dropped their shorts. Getting her breath back, Gabriella leant against Mac’s legs, which provided a cushion for her, her head now only inches from his cock that glistened in its desire for her. Mitch beside her pushed a leg between hers and, pulling her uppermost leg toward him, guided his cock, now covered with a condom, from behind over the opening to her cunt.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in her ear.

Gabriella could feel the tip of his cock against her, and as he pushed inside from behind she gasped, her legs clasping around his and drawing his cock deeper into her pussy. Mac from the front leaned down, one hand finding her clit and rubbing firmly as his lips drew her nipple into his mouth. Gabriella, reveling in the pleasure of being filled, turned her own mouth to Mac’s cock, licking the pre-cum before taking the head into her mouth. All three moaned as they enjoyed the pleasures that coursed through them. Gabriella was amazed that the sensations blurred into one, blissful feeling of being as one with not just one, but two men. The intensity of her cunt being filled and Mitch’s thrusts seemed to merge with the sensation of her mouth also being filled. It was as if her body was on fire, an electricity coursing through her that kept her just on the edge until as she felt Mitch pulling her pelvis into him she clamped harder, sucking, too, as she did, and all three let themselves give in to a pleasure that felt like it would ensure they would never be apart.

* * * *

Whitby, England, 1940

“Are you sure this is the right place?”

Charles looked around dubiously. In the moonlight there were no signs of anyone or anything. As there was a curfew and no lights were allowed, it was hardly surprising everyone else was indoors. In October the night was cold and the fog was coming in rapidly off the water.

Adam stepped out of the shadows of the cathedral ruin and looked down to the water and the town in the darkness.

“He’ll come.”

Adam was certain because he knew a good deal more than he was telling his brother. Arranging the meeting hadn’t been without difficulty and risk. Quite aside from the time pressures—they were being deployed to Europe in two days—there was not much good will between them and their distant cousins. The details of how they had parted, the vampires and the ghosts, more than a century earlier, had been lost in time. But enough animosity was left that it was generally believed that the former should stay in the Northern Hemisphere and their kind in the Southern. Adam was banking on the mutual dislike of the were-creatures as being a uniting force.

It was after midnight. Charles was on edge. Adam fought to remain cool. It wouldn’t do to show fear to the vampires when they were on their territory.

They both felt the temperature drop, just seconds before the men appeared from nowhere. Two cadaverously thin men in black, faces gaunt in the moonlight. One had a hooked nose and thin lips, the other sharp eyes and long, black hair. Unlike the ghosts they were neither fair, nor green eyed.

“Greetings, cousins,” said the hook-nosed man. “How…interesting…to have you here.”

Adam didn’t like how he said the word
interesting
and knew Charles was ready to pounce. He sent his brother a message and hoped these creatures could not read it.
Not now.

“We are most humbly your servants,” said Adam, bowing, “and expect to leave soon your fine land.”

“You are going to the humans’ war,” said hook nose disparagingly.

“We are,” Adam agreed. “But we have business back in Tasmania that we must deal with.”

“And you think we will help?” Long, black hair sneered.

“Perhaps we might be able to help each other,” said Adam evenly, hoping his research would prove accurate.

“What,” said hook nose, folding his arms, “makes you think there is anything you can help us with?”

Adam took a breath. “We have a little problem with some were-devils. I believe you have a problem with a vampire breakaway group in the north of
our
country.”

Charles looked at Adam in surprise. Whatever was his brother referring to? But the vampires knew. Slowly as they looked at each other a smile formed on their faces.

“Shall we adjourn somewhere more comfortable to do business?” Hook nose smiled.

Queensland, Present Day

“You seem very happy,” Angel said to her granddaughter.

Gabriella smiled. “I am. Well, mostly.” She frowned. She had come to her grandmother for advice but wasn’t quite sure if she could ask about anything more than Lena. Her grandmother was a formidable woman. She had studied law at a time when there were few women at university and with two young daughters. Most women couldn’t manage that in modern times.

“But?”

“I worry about Lena.”

Angel sighed and shook her head. “I know, I worry, too. Adam doesn’t seem to realize how much his anger is hurting everyone. If we miss this chance for an end to the feud, who’s to say how many more generations we might have to wait?” She looked closer at Gabriella. “You’re in love.”

Gabriella blushed.

Angel smiled and patted her granddaughter’s hand. “Love is good. Don’t get confused by the family issues. Your mother and I have been very happy.”

This was true, but then they only had
one
partner. Gabriella guessed she’d work it out in time. Perhaps Mac would be the true love, and Mitch? She wasn’t sure though she sensed he was a good deal more committed than he had been to anyone before.

“I wish Lena could find happiness, too,” said Gabriella. As children Lena had been more sister than cousin.

Angel sighed. “She has a lot to deal with.”

Gabriella wondered what her grandmother meant, but the older woman was a master at blocking thoughts, and on this she was giving nothing away.

“Do you think the were-devils have found a virus to infect us with?” asked Gabriella

Adam had been adamant there was a dangerous virus targeting them.

“I don’t know,” admitted Angel. “My senses are not so good these days. But the timing is right if the prophecy is to be believed. But my brother has never told me exactly…well, I’m not sure what exactly was meant to happen after two generations. I prefer to focus on the chance for redemption.”

“Which is what?”

Angel shook her head. “I don’t know. But I’ve always believed that it would be one of my girls that would be fundamental in fulfilling it.” She smiled at Gabriella. “But given it is a second-generation issue maybe it’s not my girls but…”

Gabriella stared at her grandmother and finished the sentence in her head.
Her—or Lena.

“Why us?”

“Because there is a debt to be paid,” said Angel. “And it will be paid by love or in blood.”

But later Gabriella still couldn’t make sense of this. Why her or Lena and not Adam’s grandchildren, or Charles’s for that matter? Hadn’t it been the male ghosts that had been responsible for bringing the virus? She sensed something made her and Lena special—but what?

* * * *

“Gabriella?”

Gabriella picked up the phone and recognized Zachary’s voice immediately.

“Yes? Is anything wrong?”

There was a pause. “No,” said Zachary. “But we’re out sailing down farther south than normal.”

“So you are dropping in?”

“Yes,” said Zachary curtly. “But there could be trouble.”

Gabriella gripped the phone tighter. “What do you mean?”

“We’ve been getting feelings about a stronger were-devil presence, and since Lena met you in Airlie Beach the other day we’ve managed to pinpoint where and when we most get the signals.”

“And?”

“We’ve also just got a signal from Wilson.”

“Wilson? That’s great,” said Gabriella, relieved.

There was a pause. “Gabriella, the signal is from Dream-maker.”

* * * *

They were going to arrive late that night. Probably better, all things considered. She didn’t need her guests wondering about strange noises or seeing things that couldn’t be explained. At least at night most things could be put down to the fruit bats or other nocturnal animals. She thought about ringing her grandmother but there wasn’t much she could do, and it would only worry her. Maybe they would just find Wilson and nothing else.

It was hard to not jump to the conclusion that somehow his disappearance was linked to the were-devils when her cousins insisted that they had felt an increasing presence. It must have been what had distracted Lena when they had had breakfast together. Clearly Gabriella was not sensitive to whatever it was that the were-devils radiated.

She thought back to the last time she saw Wilson and could no longer ignore the obvious. What if his reaction to the Richards boys had not been merely jealousy? Wilson was full-blood ghost. He would have easily recognized a were-devil from across the room. She recalled the looks on the Richards brothers’ faces and remembered how intense the look was. Yes, they were protective of her, but had it been more than that? She groaned out loud. Was it possible that out of all the men in the world, she had fallen in love with two were-devils? She thought of how it would rip her family apart and then stopped herself.

Her mother and father would understand. Her grandmother thought…Gabriella took a deep breath. This was meant to be. She was being cast as her great-aunt, who had fallen in love with a were-devil and died of a broken heart. Was history about to repeat itself?

* * * *

“We should check him again,” said Mitch. The brothers had been arguing for the last half hour. Not over Gabriella, but how to tell her. Mitch knew deep down that Mac was afraid of losing her. Mitch worried for him. As strong as Mac was physically, Mitch wasn’t sure he’d survive losing a second love. “I’ll go.”

“We can both go,” said Mac.

They went in silence, taking food with them. They had decided that tonight they would tell Gabriella, but they were no closer to deciding how they would go about it. Throwing the food into the cave, they felt the cold more intensely. “He’s not so weak,” said Mac. They both knew this might spell danger.

“You know she’ll never forgive us if we kill her cousins,” said Mitch.

“Melody is dying, in case you didn’t understand what we were told this morning.”

Mitch winced. The conversation had been painful. He knew Mac was torn. Loyalty to two people was pulling them both in opposite directions. This love was even more doomed than that of his grandfather.

* * * *

Gabriella followed the brothers from a safe distance. She had to know who they really were, and whatever the answer to that was, disappearing with a sack into the rainforest at dusk was not normal behavior. She saw them stop at a cave she hadn’t known existed and considered confronting them, but as they left, without the sack, she knew she had to find out more about the cave first. She watched them leave then scrambled through the dense scrub to the cave mouth. She felt Wilson instantly.