Let the Wild Out (8 page)

Douglas, now abandoned from her heat, stretched out on his
side next to them breathing hard. Seeing his long, lean body, so sleek with
sweat and muscles, ready to be taken, she reached for him. She raked her nails
down his chest and he moved to lie on his back. He didn’t touch William, but
lay close to him.

Rachel fisted his cock, hoping to give him a little
pleasure. She stroked Douglas as William fucked her, hard and wild, his hips
bucking her up and down. Tension built and she threw her head back. Douglas’s
hand covered hers, keeping her stroking him when her rhythm faltered.

William grabbed her hips. His words came in short bursts,
“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Rachel’s body jerked as she came. It felt so good she nearly
cried with the pleasure. Douglas continued to move her hand, and she felt a
tremor wash over him. She watched their faces, seeing their pleasure, their
desire. Suddenly, Douglas released her. He hadn’t finished and she felt bad for
it. William found release, coming inside her. She was so wet, almost sticky now
that he’d found his climax.

Breathing hard, she felt weak and powerful at the same time.
Douglas had pushed up on his elbows, as if to get up, but seeing his hard
erection, she moved to straddle him. Her pussy was already wet. She’d come
hard, but the idea of making Douglas join their climax excited her. She
instantly reached for him, taking him in her slick hot pussy. He slid easily
and she rode him, giving as much effort as she’d given the man before him.

William watched, licking his lips as he eyed her breasts. He
knelt beside her, leaning forward to suck a peaked nipple. A shockwave passed
from her chest down to her pussy and back up again.

“That’s it, lass,” Douglas urged. “Let me have you.”

She tried to hold off, waiting for him to come, but his
accented words were too much. She came, shaking violently. Seconds later, he
let loose, coming inside her. She was too far gone to care where they spilled
their seed. Shifters did not impregnate easily, and they didn’t have the same
sexual concerns as humans.

She fell forward against his chest. His heart beat hard
against her. William fell to the bed, lazily smiling as if he’d managed to
recuperate as she took Douglas. He reached for his cock, stroking the flaccid
length, encouraging its interest. When she looked down his body and saw what he
was doing, she moaned weakly. “My turn again,” he said, his words gruff. “We’re
not done with you.”

Douglas stroked her back gently. He was still embedded
inside her.

“Come,” William urged. “Give me that mouth. I want to feel
your lips.” His eyes flashed, drawing her forward like a magnet. He was
inviting the animal in her out to play and the animal accepted. She licked her
lips and pushed off Douglas’s body. She surged forward, every thought gone but
the primal, violent urges inside her.

She took his cock in her mouth, sucking it deep. There was
something animalistic to the way his body moved and tensed—potent, raw, male. He
groaned, pressing his hand into her head. Moaning, she adjusted onto her hands
and knees. Douglas came up behind her, and she felt his mouth on her ass cheek.
William hardened to full capacity in her mouth. She sucked harder. He tasted
good, salty and sweet.

Douglas drew his body up, taking full advantage of her
position. He shoved his cock into her hard, not testing the depths as he
controlled her hips. He seemed to grow inside her. Her nails dug into William’s
thighs. He jerked, finding release.

Rachel gasped for breath. Douglas pumped into her from
behind, and they soon met with trembling climax. She collapsed on William’s
chest, hearing his heart pound beneath her cheek. Douglas stretched behind her,
touching her hip. She reached for his hand, holding it lightly as she closed
her eyes. William’s even breaths lulled her to sleep.

As worldly as she wished to appear, Rachel found herself feeling
quite the opposite. She blushed in embarrassment as she tried to untangle her
limbs from a sleeping Douglas. William was gone, but the imprint of his body
was still visible on the covers. And even as she told herself she wouldn’t
spend all day thinking,
what have I done?
, that was exactly the thought
that ran through her brain.

Her inner ears popped, and she looked towards the small
window. The plane was descending. Douglas moaned and sleepily reached for her.
He tried to pull her back down.

“We’re landing,” Rachel said, evading his hold. When she
swung her legs over the side, her foot landed in a wet puddle. The beer bottle
and sandwich were gone, but the floor was still wet from the spill. She reached
for her clothes and began to tug them on. “Where exactly are we landing?”

“UK,” Douglas answered with a yawn. She stumbled a little,
trying to keep balance as the plane angled. “Someplace safe until…” He didn’t
finish as he reached for his clothes.

“Until?” she prompted. She’d never been to Europe, and this
wasn’t exactly the way she envisioned taking such a trip. Considering much of
what she owned was now burnt to the ground, including her passport, credit
cards and driver’s license, she wasn’t sure how exactly they planned on
sneaking her through UK customs. And how exactly was she going to get back into
the US when the time came for her to go home?

“Damn,” he cursed, bracing himself. “They should have told
us to prepare for landing.”

Rachel leaned against the wall, holding on to a ledge. She closed
her eyes tight, hating the turbulent feeling of descent as it jarred her body.
She much preferred to be in control. Thinking of Douglas and William, she knew
she had never been more out of control in her life.

William stepped off the plane. The private runway was
surrounded by English countryside, thick trees and dense shrubs that gave way
to an open meadow. The tall grasses were green and spotted with random flowers.
He’d missed the smell of home, the fresh air and nature. America hadn’t been
bad, but it smelled differently. This was home. It was part of him. He glanced
at the plane. And he was going to share it with Rachel.

He jogged across the landing strip towards Magda. She stood,
holding a briefcase. Her stern face gave nothing away, well, nothing to an
outsider. William could see her concern. She looked past him, as if waiting to
get a glimpse of the American woman under his protection.

While Rachel slept, he’d had a long talk with Douglas. They
would share her, so long as she would have them, and if she would have them,
they would offer her everything. Neither of them could imagine a more perfect
match to two chiefs. A surge of protectiveness washed over him. With her strong
blood, the people would accept her, or would come to in time.

“Well?” Magda asked, handing him the briefcase.

“We’re safe. Chief Douglas is in the plane with Rachel.” He
glanced down to the case, unable to shake the feeling of being a kid about to
be scolded. Magda was the only person who had that affect on him.

“Rachel?” She gave him a pointed look, knowing full well the
influence she had on the younger shifter.

“Do not pretend you haven’t already looked up everything
there is to know about her.” William lifted the case. “I assume the fruits of
your research are in here?”

“It is,” Magda nodded. “She is American. Her family—”

“I don’t care about that,” William said. “I know what I need
to know.”

“Your clan cares. Her ancestral bloodline is strong. That
will please them. But she has not mingled with the shifter kind. In fact, I’m
sure her blood is diluted. It is not known if she can even shift. She might
even be human. Her family, that Elvie…” Magda frowned. “Her aunt was known to
be flighty. She was best placed exactly where she was in the woods, away from
society.”

“Rachel is not Elvie, Magda.”

“Elvie raised her after she was orphaned.” Magda didn’t look
so sure.

“And she can shift,” William told her.

“Oh? Into?” Magda prompted.

William hesitated, unwilling to break Rachel’s confidence
and feeling only slightly less guilty about lying to Magda. “I believe she is a
trout or something like that?”

“Fish?” Magda arched a brow and gave a small shiver. She
refused to say more, but her lack of comment spoke volumes. “I have your car
ready. There are instructions in the case. The driver doesn’t know where he’s
taking you.”

“We’re to go into hiding?” William glanced back towards the
plane. “Have you told the Duncanis?”

“Trust the Duncanis with a secret? No. Let them worry about
their own. Send the Duncanis chief away if you like, but I will not advise you
to involve his clan. For all we know, it is his people who hired the mountain
lion to come after you.”

“You still don’t know?” William asked in surprise. “You have
had three days to look into it.”

That should have been two and a half days longer than the
old shifter needed to discover the plot. Magda frowned.

“I’m teasing you,” he said to lighten the full force of his
shock.

Her frown deepened. “She looks…rough.”

William felt Rachel before he saw her. The woman stepped
onto the private runway, shading her eyes from the sun. “She is recovering from
her injuries. They were severe and we did not have time to let her run. Once
we’re in the forest, she should be able to heal herself.”

“Hm.” Magda did not look convinced. “Don’t you mean swim?”

“I’ll be in touch,” William said, turning to go. Part of him
had hoped for Magda’s blessing, or a kind word, but he was not surprised by the
cold reception towards the American shifter.

“Not before you are safe to do so,” Magda ordered. She
pointed meaningfully at the briefcase. No doubt it was full of specific
instructions that he would not exactly follow.

Douglas watched the trees passing by the limo window. He
didn’t like being out of control, but William was insistent that this place
would be safe. Hearing a soft sigh, he glanced at William. The man stared at a
file pulled from the briefcase Magda had given him.

“What?” Douglas asked. At the sound of his voice, Rachel
looked at William’s lap. William handed the file to Douglas. Taking it, he
discovered a bridal prospectus of eligible women in Europe. It was written in
the old language.

“What is that?” Rachel asked, frowning as if she stared hard
enough at the words, she’d suddenly understand them.

“Clan concerns,” Douglas said. It wasn’t exactly a lie.
Everyone was concerned with the future mate of the chiefs. For some reason, he
didn’t want to tell her that.

“Does this have something to do with the fire?” she asked.

“No.” William reached for the file. “Some people wish for us
to find a wife in Europe. This is a list of candidates.”

Douglas cringed.

“Wife?” Rachel asked. “You’re getting married?”

“Of course,” William said. “We both are. It is our duty to
choose a chieftess.”

“So you’re not engaged, though, are you?” She seemed to pull
back from them.

“Not yet,” William said.

“And you?” She looked at Douglas. Her eyes were slightly
rounded, the pupils large. He wanted to kiss the expression off her face.
Actually, he wanted to throw the inept, young chief out of the moving car and
then kiss the expression off her face. He swallowed his jealousy, knowing that
he’d have to get over it soon. A very male part of him wanted Rachel to choose
him above all others, but he didn’t live in a fairytale world where a man and
woman got a monogamous happily-ever-after. No, his world demanded sacrifices of
him. All he could hope for, all he could ask for was to be one of the two loves
of her life. To have otherwise would be to set the clans at war. He would not
rip his world apart because he couldn’t share.

“We will marry the same woman,” William said, clearly
surprised. “Don’t you know of our ways?”

Rachel looked blankly from one to another.

“The two chiefs must share a bride,” Douglas explained. He
glanced towards the front divider, listening briefly to the singing driver.
Somehow hearing a big, beefy lion shifter’s rendition of a teenage pop song was
disconcerting. He turned his attention back to Rachel. “It has been our way
since the old clan battles. One bride to two chiefs. She is the intermediary
between the clans.”

“And children?” she inquired.

“The oldest goes to the oldest chief to be raised in the
traditions of that clan,” Douglas explained. “The second child to the youngest
chief, back and forth, repeating until there are no more children.”

“Wait.” Rachel glanced between the two men. “That would make
you two…”

It was easy to see what she what thinking—that two brothers
had been in the same bed as her.

“No,” William said. “I was adopted. We are not bound by
blood.”

She sighed with relief. “Good, because that was going to be
a little much for me.”

“What happened between us is not the usual custom,” Douglas
said. “It would be best if we did not speak of it.”