Doubly Protected [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

Hawthorne also became very gradually aware of an unexpected scent. It was something floral, yet there were no flowers in the room. No, not floral exactly but…“Cinnamon. I can smell cinnamon.”

“It’s the lube. I thought cinnamon would blend nicely with chocolate. After all, people often put cinnamon on their hot chocolate drinks.”

Hawthorne giggled. “Very true.”

But soon she couldn’t think at all. The fingers teasing her ass were driving her wild, and Dylan’s gentle sucking and licking had detoured into nibbling on her ear and neck, making her cunt drip cream and her head dizzy with desire.

“I’m ready. Can we fuck now?”

“Are you sure?” Maelor pressed two fingers deep into her ass, twirling them around and lighting a fire in every nerve ending there.

“Yes!”

Dylan reached for the condoms and Hawthorne sat up straight over his body. “Let me.”

Carefully she rolled it down his length before turning to Maelor. “Now you.”

He lay on the bed beside her, his cock standing up like a soldier about to salute. Once she’d sheathed him in latex she pressed a kiss to the head of his cock. She flicked her tongue over the condom some more. “Hmm. It does taste of chocolate. But I can’t imagine it’d be the same as actually eating candy.”

“We can test that out later if you like. Right now I’m dying here. Are you ready?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good, because I really don’t want to wait any longer,” said Dylan.

She deliberately teased him by rubbing her wet pussy over his thighs before wiggling a little higher on his body and placing his cock at her pussy entry. Hawthorne stared into his attractive face. Dylan’s jaw was strong and square, his eyes bright blue, and his hair a soft light brown. He was a hell of an attractive man. He also had a mighty fine cock that stretched her cunt wide as she slid down over him. He filled her completely, before wiggling another inch deeper until his balls were pressed tight against her skin.

“Mmm, so good.”

“It feels mighty fine from down here, too,” said Dylan, flexing his cock in her cunt, causing shivers of lust to run up and down her spine. Dylan gripped her tightly, forcing her completely flat on his body, as Maelor held her ass cheeks open and brushed his cock over her rear entry.

A completely different shiver raced through her senses this time. This was one of yearning. Every dark and naughty desire she’d ever imagined was about to be fulfilled. Up until now the sex she’d experienced had been vanilla. She’d never even had anal sex although she’d contemplated it a few times, just as she’d thought about whether or not she’d like to have her ass spanked. But her relationship with Bailey hadn’t been a sexual one, and now, looking back, she suspected something about him had caused her to remain a little aloof from him. She’d never fully trusted him. And that was just as well.

However, she did trust Maelor and Dylan. Over and over they’d shown themselves caring and trustworthy, the type of men she could relax with and be herself. Her relationship with them was one where commitment was possible, because she understood them, and they accepted her as she was, even when she spoke before thinking. Right now, thinking wasn’t going to happen, though. The cock pushing into her ass was far too arousing. There was pressure, and fullness, but mostly there was a driving need for more. More penetration, more pressure, more fullness, and most of all, more movement.

“More,” she demanded.

“I’m trying to take this slowly.” She could hear the tension in Maelor’s voice.

“I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.” Hawthorne tried to lunge backward onto Maelor’s cock but Dylan kept his grip on her.

“Not yet, petal. Soon, though.”

Hawthorne licked Dylan’s chest and tasted his sweat. Hah. This was hard for him as well. He’d been very good, not trying to fuck her or take control, just holding her still, waiting for Maelor to be ready. It was another sign of how united these men were. They might not be best friends, but they were a powerfully effective team and seemed to understand each other completely. Life with them would be good, she knew. Not that she was signing up for a relationship just yet. But sex, yes. She was so ready for this brand-new experience.

Maelor wiggled and she knew he was as deep as he could get inside her. Full didn’t explain how she felt. Her tissues had stretched wide and expanded to such an extent she was surprised it hadn’t hurt. But her body had accommodated itself around the two cocks, enfolding them in her warmth and wetness, holding them snug and tight, yet accepting every inch of both men. Amazing.

The men wiggled a bit and then both pulled out of her until only the heads of their cocks remained in her cunt and ass. Hawthorne opened her mouth to complain, then shut it with a snap. Of course they had to pull out. They couldn’t pump into her when they were already in. But it felt weird, almost as if there was a sense of loss. One moment she’d been full, totally possessed by her men, and then they were gone. Fortunately it was only a few brief heartbeats before they began pressing back inside her again, stretching her once more, but filling, completing, and possessing her as well. Hawthorne rubbed her aching nipples on Dylan’s chest. Oh yes it felt so good. She was wrapped around with hot men, their hard bodies covering her completely, their cocks filling her, their skin plastered to hers.

Instinctively she sensed it could always be like this for her, if she wanted it to be. Her, and Dylan, and Maelor. But now was not the time for thinking. Right now she needed to be fucked. Tentatively Hawthorne twisted her hips, feeling Dylan’s cock twitch deep inside her. Then she pushed back onto Maelor’s cock, enjoying his little gasp as she did so. Dylan was still gripping her firmly, but as he pumped in and out of her in tandem with Maelor, Hawthorne was able to stroke her foot on someone’s leg, to pet the bodies surrounding her with one hand, and to luxuriate in the intense sense of possession. This was so good she might never appreciate vanilla sex ever again.

The men’s thrusts became deeper, more powerful, and Hawthorne could only hold onto Dylan’s shoulders and revel in the extreme sensations roaring through her body. Every part of her tingled with nervous energy from her toes right up to the top of her head. The orgasm building deep in her belly was growing fast, but still she held onto Dylan, tried to push back onto Maelor’s cock, and rejoiced in every stroke as the men pumped in and out of her.

Then the spell broke and Hawthorne’s climax exploded in her core, causing her to grip both cocks with all her strength as her body shook in release. More sensations raced up her spine, shaking her arms and legs, causing her toes and fingers to curl, and fireworks to sparkle behind her eyelids.

Her body was still riding the wave of the best orgasm she’d ever had, when both men began jackhammering into her cunt and ass again. Hawthorne was so satiated her body was completely limp, but feeling the heat and passion as the men came within her made her nerves tingle once again as Maelor pressed kisses to the back of her neck, and Dylan held her hands, twining his fingers through hers.

It seemed like a long time later that Hawthorne became aware of the scent of sex surrounding them, of sweat sliding all over her skin, and of the weight of Maelor pressing onto her back. Almost as if he’d read her mind, Maelor rolled them onto their sides. Both men still held her, but now she was being cuddled, rather than controlled. Hawthorne savored the sensation of being cherished, and opened her eyes so she could kiss both men. “Thank you. That was awesome.”

“What? No ‘Momma Mias’ this time?” teased Dylan.

“Hell no. My brain was on vacation long before we finished.”

“I hope that’s a good thing,” said Maelor.

“It was a very good thing. I’ve never come so hard in my life before.”

“Excellent. Now we have a standard to beat next time. But right now we need a shower,” said Dylan.

“I don’t know that I can walk.”

“Walking isn’t needed.” Maelor lifted her into his arms like a baby, and carried her into the bathroom while Dylan turned on the water and laid a pile of towels on the edge of the sink.

Likely Hawthorne could have washed herself properly, but the men took turns at soaping her, shampooing her hair, and then toweling her dry. Finally Dylan filled her ass with gel to prevent any soreness. Hawthorne wouldn’t have minded some residual ache to remind her of the amazing sex they’d just had together, but she was too replete and limp to do anything but agree with them both right now. Besides, it was amazing to be so thoroughly protected and cared for.

The men took her in the elevator down one floor to her apartment. As they stood in the hallway at her front door, Maelor turned her into his arms. Hawthorne raised her face, expecting a kiss. Instead Dylan said, “You know we want to get to know you much better.”

“You’re ours, Hawthorne. We want to demonstrate that to you in ways you can’t ignore.”

“Since getting an apartment outside the mall isn’t possible until the situation with Jackson Hamilton is sorted out, we want you to move in with us.”

Maelor held her hands. “We can stay in Dylan’s apartment or in mine. Whichever you prefer. But we want you to sleep with us every night. You can set the ground rules but we need you to be with us as much as possible.”

Hawthorne leaned back against the wall. “But what about your job, Maelor? You work insane, constantly changing shifts. And how can we fit all our things into one apartment? It’s not going to work.”

“It has to work so we’ll make it work. Maybe keep our possessions in one apartment and live in the other. We’ll figure it out as we go along. But say you’ll move in with us, please?”

Hawthorne was filled with doubts and questions. She liked them both. A lot. But move in with them? That was a whole different equation. “It’s all too soon. I need to think through the problem. We’ll talk about it later.”

Quickly she swiped her door open and slipped inside.

Wow. She hadn’t seen that coming at all. But was it a game changer or did she just need to think and plan?

“What I really need to do right now is sleep. Maybe I’ll talk to Willow tomorrow.”

Maelor spent a lot of the night thinking, and knocked on Dylan’s apartment door at seven the next morning. He knew Dylan was usually in his office before eight when he officially started work, and when the mall opened, so he figured by seven his friend would be awake, if not dressed and breakfasted.

“Hi, Maelor. I guess you’ve been trying to plan a way forward with Hawthorne just like I have.”

“Yeah. You look tired.”

“Same goes.”

Maelor shrugged. He was often tired. It came from working shifts that changed constantly. Which brought him to the point of his thoughts. “The only solution I can see to spending time as a threesome, all together when we’re all awake that is, would be if I take myself off the roster and become an eight-to-five worker like you. Of course, since I’m in charge, I’d still be on call twenty-four-seven, but it’d mean mostly I’m free of an evening.”

“From my point of view as center manager I think it’s a good decision. You’ve been more than fair these past few years working all the shifts and partnering whoever comes up on the roster. But the fact is, you’re the head of security, and most department heads work eight to five and pick their teams. So it’s a reasonable step to take.”

“I plan to make Dakota my deputy and give her more responsibility, too. She’s far and away the best security guard I’ve got. She thinks fast and reacts fast. I can rely on her to make good decisions. I’ll go talk to Cadfael, today, but that’s where I’m coming from.”

Dylan walked over to his coffeepot, poured them each a mug of coffee, and handed one to him. Maelor sipped it carefully. It was hot and strong and just what he needed right now.

“It sounds as though you’re all organized. Thank you for telling me,” said Dylan.

Maelor leaned against the wall, taking another sip of coffee. “Well, I’m not quite organized.” He watched Dylan’s face as he spoke. “Have you thought anymore about where we can all live?”

Dylan sidestepped the question. “I don’t think Hawthorne is ready to commit to us as yet.”

“Yeah, I know. But have you come up with any thoughts on the situation? You don’t look like you slept any more than I did.”

“The thing is, our apartments were designed for a single person. The apartments for families and the kind of facilities a family needs are all in the family apartment block. Besides, the commute for Hawthorne would not be a good thing. And anyway there’s no vacant apartments there,” said Dylan.

“But there is a vacant apartment here, right next door to you.” Maelor hid a grin at the confused look on Dylan’s face. This idea had only come to him a couple of hours ago, but he’d thought it through and figured it just might work.

“Huh? Do you mean Rhion’s apartment? It’s not really vacant because all his stuff is still there. But it will be cleared out soon, I suppose.”

“And when it is, we can knock a hole in the wall between his bedroom and your living room. Then we turn his apartment into one large living room with a fully equipped kitchen and space for a table where we can invite friends to eat with us. And your apartment will become a private retreat and our bedroom. Maybe we could even embiggen the bathroom,” said Maelor.

“Embiggen?”

“Yeah. Push the wall back into the living area some and put in a bigger shower or something.”

Dylan smiled at him then punched his arm, almost making him spill his coffee. “I like the way you think. That could work.”

“So, are you okay if I talk to Cadfael about that as well today?”

“Absolutely. Then all we’ll have to do is convince Hawthorne to join with us.”

Maelor’s heart dropped again. “A bit of a hurdle, I admit. But we’ll think of a way to convince her.”

“It’s hard if we can’t take her places on a real date. That fucking Zumba class almost killed me but I foresee a lot of Zumba classes in our future if that’s the only time we can spend with our woman.”

“Hell, no. We’ll have to do better than that. Meanwhile we need to think about Jackson Hamilton. Maybe there’s some way we can get a lever on him. I wish I knew some psychiatrists or mental health professionals.” Maelor had spent the last half hour this morning going through his old military friends and the jobs they were doing now in his mind, without coming up with any leads.