Wolves' Bite [PUP Squad Alpha 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (2 page)

Considering that her younger sister’s absence left a gaping emotional hole in her chest, she couldn’t even describe what missing Thomas and Adam was doing to her.

“Babe,” Thomas said as he pulled her closer. “We miss you, too.”

“I don’t understand why I feel this way. I barely know you.”

Adam sighed, pulled her away from Thomas, and wrapped her in his warm embrace. “It’s because we’re mates. We can deny the attraction all we like, but it won’t change the fact that we were meant to be together.”

“We talked about this,” Thomas said with a low growl.

“Maybe it’s time to talk about it again,” Adam said angrily. He hugged Jennifer to him as if he were afraid she’d disappear. Considering she felt the same way, she tightened her grip as well. “Denying the connection is making us all miserable.”

“Loving us could get her killed.”

“We can protect her. We have choices. Fuck, if it can work for Alex and Ronan with Kali, and Brody and Nathan with Ava, surely we can find a way to keep Jennifer close without putting her in danger.”

“So we should…what? Ignore the fact that her first time meeting us almost got her killed?”

“No,” Adam said in a voice that betrayed the anger he felt toward Thomas at that moment. “Do you really think I’d put my mate at risk like that? I’d die before I let that happen. Hell, I’ve been considering retiring from the PUP squad for years. Maybe now is the time to consider going home to the pack.”

“Fine,” Thomas said, sounding suddenly very tired. “We’ll discuss this once our current assignment is complete.”

“You will?” Jennifer asked with far more excitement than she knew was healthy. This was just a dream for heaven’s sake.

“We will,” Adam said, emphasizing the word
we
. “All three of us will discuss this as soon as we wrap up our current mission.” Jennifer smiled, clinging to her men, dreaming of a future together, willing to overlook the fact that this was just a fantasy.

* * * *

It felt like heaven to have her in his arms again. Thomas had grown up with the knowledge that mating dreams felt completely real, but until this moment he’d never truly believed it. He was almost certain that when he woke this memory would be as clear and as cherished as their brief time together four months ago.

He was a little surprised to realize they were all naked. He wasn’t sure who managed to change that part of the dream, but his cock reacted swiftly to the touch of his mate’s naked body. She moaned, pressing her soft belly against his rock-hard erection.

Unable to stop himself, he ran his hands all over her back, dipping lower to caress the soft flesh at the top of her ass. She leaned up, pressing kisses to his throat and nibbling little bites to his jaw. Adam moved closer, sweeping aside the strawberry-blonde curtain of her hair to press kisses to the back of her neck.

“Last time we saw you this was red,” Adam said curiously as he let her long, straight hair filter through his fingers.

“After meeting a vampire who preferred to murder redheads,” she said, turning in Thomas’s embrace, “I decided that the occasional blonde joke wasn’t so bad.” She wrapped her arms around Adam’s neck and pressed her delectable bottom against Thomas’s thighs. “But I don’t want to think about that at the moment. I want you to make love to me. Both of you.”

Thomas’s cock grew so hard that his eyes almost crossed, but she needed to understand what she was asking. If they made love inside the mating dream, their connection would only grow stronger, their obsession, their need, their want for one another would grow and expand and make it damn hard to move out of range when the time came for their assignment to take them elsewhere. A quick glance at Adam suggested he was thinking the same sort of things.

“Not tonight,” Adam said, his voice sounding as strained as Thomas was feeling, “but maybe we can do something to help you sleep better.”

“Oh,” she said, seeming both disappointed and intrigued.

* * * *

Confusion was Jennifer’s biggest emotion at that moment. It was her dream. Shouldn’t she be the one deciding when, where, and how they’d have sex? It seemed absurd to be turning herself down, yet that’s essentially what she’d just done.

But then Adam leaned forward, sealed his lips to hers, and kissed her savagely. She tried to wrap her hands around the hard cock bobbing in front of her, but Thomas grabbed her arms and secured them behind her, moving them higher when she managed to brush her fingertips over the head of his hard cock.

Thomas laughed quietly. “Behave, vixen. Let us give you what you need.”

“Oh,” she said against Adam’s lips, not entirely surprised by the direction her imagination had taken this time. She’d always dreamed of having a man in her life who was strong enough to take charge but not so overbearing that she would lose her own identity.

But all thought flew from her mind when Adam dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing warm kisses to her belly and then moving lower. He used his hands to widen her stance, her balance off kilter, her weight falling against Thomas. He wrapped an arm around her upper body, his hand caressing her collarbone, yet holding her securely, keeping her safe.

Adam slid his hands up the back of her thighs, kneading the tense muscles as he traced over her mound with his tongue, spearing through her folds, finding her clit, and caressing over the taut bud.

She cried out, the sensation too much, too fast, too soon, but Adam laughed quietly, the reverberation going right through her, her body tingling all the way to her toes, her pussy clenching against nothing, her breath gasping from her throat as arousal took hold.

She whimpered as thick fingers pushed up into her pussy, Adam’s warm lips and tongue still tormenting her tumescent flesh as she shook all over. Thomas’s hand moved lower, caressing her aching breasts, soothing her need, but inflaming her senses. He pinched her nipple, his hold tightening when she moaned her delight.

“Please,” she said on another breathy gasp.

For a moment both men stilled, almost like they were conferring silently, and then suddenly everything happened at once. Thomas let go of her arms, trapping her hands between his stomach and her back, and then lifted her up by the thighs, his strong grip pushing her legs open wide, his hard cock pressed against her buttocks.

Adam forced another finger into her pussy, stretching her wider, finger-fucking her faster, sucking her clit at the same time, his lips and tongue driving her wild, overwhelming her senses, pushing her need higher and higher and higher.

“Come for us,” Thomas growled in her ear.

The room spun wildly, her dreamscape losing cohesion as every nerve ending sang with climax. Jennifer shook hard, her orgasm going on and on and on, filling her senses, rolling over her again and again as completion slithered through her veins and exhaustion finally claimed her.

Adam rose to stand in front of her, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and then helped her to stand on her unsteady legs. Thomas held her up, helping her to turn in his arms so he could cradle her close. Every inch of her was buzzing, the strange fizzing feeling of being finally where she belonged unable to override the desperate need for sleep.

She startled as the alarm buzzed in her ear, waking her from the warmth she’d felt holding her men in her dream. Angry at the world for interrupting the first happy moment she’d had since Adam and Thomas left town, she picked up the offensive technology and threw it against the wall. The clock smashed into tiny pieces, bits of plastic flying in every direction—a visual expression of the emotions she was feeling right now. Even though she’d known in the dream that she was dreaming, disappointment swelled through her heart. She pulled the pillow over her head, the tears overflowing, spilling onto the sheets as she cried for everything she couldn’t have.

“We have a security breach. Three hours ago Hannah Long was killed by a pixie assassin. I’ve had reports of two more pixie attacks on houses that were supposedly safe. As of the end of this call I want everyone off the grid. Dump the technology, assume the safe houses are all compromised, and protect your charge. Report in to me—only me—at headquarters every forty-eight hours. Do not—repeat—do not advise your location to anyone. Avoid all contact with other paranormals, PUP squad members, and Deeks Security personnel.”

It had been three weeks since Thomas’s CO, Benjamin, had issued that order. Three long, lonely, and so far uneventful weeks since the simultaneous attacks on three safe houses—including the one where they’d been protecting Kristen.

Thomas and Adam had been suspicious of their mission partners for all of five minutes. It had been very obvious that Angus and Dyson had no intention of harming Kristen almost from the moment they’d plucked her from her car and taken her into protective custody.

It had taken Angus and Dyson a little longer to drop their suspicions of each other and their werewolf teammates, but in the end they’d fallen back on their years working side by side. After fifty years together Thomas, Adam, and Dyson knew each member of their squad very well. They’d relied on each other in life-and-death situations. It seemed inconceivable that one of the ten permanent members of PUP Squad Alpha could be involved in a security leak. So they’d gone on instinct and chosen to trust each other.

Trusting Angus had been a little harder—they’d worked with the Deeks Security employee on and off over the last decade or so—but it had been obvious almost from the start that the ice demon truly cared for Kristen.

They’d taken turns reporting in to Benjamin every second day, but so far nobody had been able to identify the traitor. The worst part was waiting for those forty-eight hours to roll around. PUP Squad Alpha could literally catch the traitor five minutes after Thomas, Adam, Angus, and Dyson reported in, but it would be a whole forty-eight hours later before they knew what was happening. Working blind was something Thomas had never been comfortable with. He liked modern technology. He enjoyed the near-instant relay of information. He hated going back to the limited communication of a world before cell phones.

But it was what they’d been ordered to do, so just like the way he coped with modern transport, he ground his teeth and reminded himself it was a necessary part of his mission.

“Hey,” Adam mumbled in greeting as he headed for the coffeepot. They’d been sharing six-hour shifts between four of them, but since Dyson and Angus had insisted on staying close enough to Kristen to drag her through a slip path if an enemy attacked, it left Adam and Thomas patrolling the outside of their hideouts. It was usually something they both enjoyed, but they’d chosen to stay in a number of different tourist accommodations filled with innocent humans, so wandering around outside in furry form wasn’t an option.

A few moments later Kristen came into the room with Angus close behind her. Thomas almost laughed at the annoyance on Dyson’s face. The only relief to the boredom of this assignment had been the interplay between the two demons and the woman they were protecting. Kristen seemed a genuinely nice person, perhaps bewildered by the attentions of a fire demon and an ice demon, but she seemed to have things under control. Considering she was literally dealing with the demonic version of opposites, she was coping quite well.

“Good morning,” she said with a bright smile. “Give me a few minutes to grab a coffee and I’ll get breakfast started.”

“I’ve already told you, Kristen, that you don’t have to cook. These slobs can take care of themselves.” Dyson’s words were filled with annoyance. Thomas managed to hide his smirk as Dyson crossed his arms over his broad chest as if that somehow ended the conversation. Fortunately, Kristen wasn’t intimidated in the slightest. That worked well for Thomas and Adam because Kristen was one hell of a cook.

She gave Dyson a happy smile. “And I’ve told you,” she said in a far friendlier tone than Dyson had used, “that I enjoy cooking and am happy to do it.”

Angus grinned widely, managing to annoy Dyson even more. He looked like he might argue, but when Kristen held her ground, obviously ready for whatever complaint Dyson had next, he harrumphed and stayed quiet.

“Eggs Benedict it is,” she said with a cheerful voice as if Dyson had somehow made a choice. Thomas salivated at the thought. He’d never been the chauvinistic type, had never expected a woman to cook for him, but with the mating dream he’d experienced with Jennifer last night his mind was beginning to wander in a more domestic direction. Of course, he’d be willing to cook as well, if it was what Jennifer wanted, but since a bright happy future for the three of them was unlikely, he tried not to think about it too much.

He glanced at Adam. They’d been working side by side for fifty years, and he’d never mentioned retirement before last night’s dream. They were closer than most brothers, so Thomas found himself wondering why Adam hadn’t said anything to him. He’d always assumed that Adam enjoyed the job as much as he did.

“We should probably move on today,” Adam said as he took a seat at the table. They’d rented a self-contained apartment in a town not far from Jennifer’s home, which unfortunately explained the mating dream. The closer they got to her in a geographical sense, the more intense and frequent the dreams would become. Maybe it would have been better for all three of them if their work hadn’t brought them back close to her hometown.