Morgan (17 page)

He pushed his cock a little deeper to make his point. “We made love, Morgan. And we’d be doing it again if I didn’t think it would make you sore.” He withdrew his cock, knowing she needed a bath and some time to heal. Their mating bites would make her naturally rapid healing powers work even faster, but she still needed time to recover from having made love for the first time.

He wrapped his arms around her and sat up, holding her close and caressing down her back to her small ass. “Let’s get you in a bath. It will soothe your aching pussy.”

“Ben.” She slapped his butt, then kissed him softly on the lips. “A bath does sound good.”

Eamon felt the truck begin to slow and finally stop. He hated the shudder that ran through him. He loathed the weakness his feelings of dread and helplessness signified. As soon as they stopped, the bastard would come.

He tugged again at the chains binding his hands to the chair. He was just too weak to break them. Despite the fact he’d been trying for over two days, he continued his futile attempts at freedom.

“
I won
’t ever make it easy for you, you sick bastard.”

He tried to block the mad scientist’s thoughts as he approached the truck bearing Eamon’s cage. However, even Eamon’s mental powers were weak from his blood loss and it made his ability to filter out specific thoughts erratic. Instead he heard everyone within range. The cacophony of noise was a constant deafening roar that only added to the pain in his entire body.

The door at the side of the huge truck creaked open and Eamon was blinded by the bright sunlight that blazed into the dark interior. He scented the evil fuck, Parran, as he slid into the truck and closed the door, plunging Eamon back into darkness.

The truck was refrigerated, its seals airtight. It would be soundproof to any humans but not to the shifters assembled outside. Eamon heard their thoughts and he physically gagged at their collective depravity.

“Getting excited for our time together, pretty one,” Parran crooned.

Eamon heard the rustle of the man’s clothes as he rapidly stripped and let them fell to the floor of the truck. He knew from the doctor’s thoughts that he hungered for more than just Eamon’s
blood.

He had not touched Eamon on the flight to this country and Eamon’s wounds had only just finished healing. Being kept so poorly nourished made Eamon’s mind dull and his thoughts hazy. His
bones ache
d constantly as they attempted to produce his life-sustain
ing blood
.

His healing was delayed and his nerve endings were overly sensitive, making even the lightest touch cause him agonizing pain. The German bastard never used a light touch.

Eamon knew why they were here. He knew what the doctor had planned for Petrov’s spawn, and knew he could only hope that the bastard went too far and bled him dry one day. He had no desire to play the sick fuck’s games any longer. He desired only for a release from the pain.

“It feels like so long since you’ve screamed for me. Perhaps I will let you feed from Thierry if you show me how much you enjoy our time together.

Eamon gritted his teeth as Parran’s mind played over what he had planned for his ‘
entertainment
’
. The cage door opened and Eamon
’s body stiffened in a Pavlovian response. Eamon saw it as further evidence of his weakness and tried to numb his mind and take his consciousness somewhere else. Anywhere else but here in this moment.

He heard Parran grunt as he injected himself with morphine, then felt the pain as the doctor’s sharp teeth sank into the side of his neck. He scented the man’s arousal heighten as his vampire blood reacted with the drug.

Petrov was a stain on humanity but he at least took his drugs and then drank Eamon’s blood from a glass before fucking his little shifter friends through his ensuing high. Not Parran. He enjoyed the added thrill he got from torturing Eamon’s mind and body.

When Parran’s teeth withdrew he was panting with desire. Using his shifter speed and strength, it took Parran only seconds to unchain Eamon from the chair and secure his shackles to metal hooks welded to the floor of the truck.

As Eamon lay facedown and naked on the cold steel, the small disgusting shifter stretched over his back. While the doctor tortured his body, Eamon tortured his own mind with impossible thoughts of feeding and finally being able to end Parran’s and Petrov’
s miserable lives
.

“No more, Ben, please. I’m full.” Morgan had eaten until she thought her stomach would burst. She moaned and leaned back against Ben’s warm, hard chest. He pushed the plate of eggs and bacon away and lifted her to sit on the table in front of him.

“You’ve eaten virtually nothing. How can you be full?” He scowled at her, but she saw the way his eyes darkened with his pupils dilated as his gaze roamed over her body. She was wearing one of his T-shirts and it was like a dress on her.

After her long soak in the hot bath, Morgan had come out to find the bedroom empty and the bed neatly made with fresh linen. The T-shirt she was now wearing was folded neatly on the corner of the bed. She liked that her men knew how to keep house and cook, things she knew little about.

“I’m not as big as you, so
I don
’t need a dozen eggs and half a pig to fill me up.”

Her eyes roamed over his naked torso and she felt unfamiliar tingles of pleasure in her pussy and clitoris. Ben’s eyes began to change, the deep green morphing to amber and glowing faintly in the bright light of the kitchen.

“What are you feeling?” she asked. She hoped it was lust for her, because she was definitely feeling that for him. Her pussy clenched and ached.

“I’m feeling that I’d like to have some dessert after eating half a pig.” Ben released her clenched fingers from the table’s edge and cleared the table behind her with a sweep of his hand. He lowered her back to the table and sat on the chair, drawing it up close and lifting first one foot, and then the other to rest on his shoulders.

“But what about the others?” Morgan whispered, unsure that Bethany or one of her husbands wouldn’t come into the kitchen at any moment.

“There will be times when my brothers and I will take you together.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered.

“And times each of us will make love to you alone, as we will now. There is no jealousy when we all love you so much. We all want nothing but your happiness.”

She could felt the absolute truth of his words. These men loved her and would never demand anything of her. They just wanted her to be happy. Wanted her to be theirs, and she was.

She shook her head and tried to and focus her thoughts. “That’s wonderful, Ben. I mean, that’s good, but I meant Bethany and her husbands.”

“Jason is at the clinic in town with Bethany, and Samson is on patrol with Cameron and Evan. Michael has taken the rest of the trainees on a wide patrol in the forest. We’re all alone, little tiger.”

Ben’s voice rumbled with a growl as he lowered his mouth to her thigh, licking and kissing his way up her leg. His hands pushed up his T-shirt, exposing her breasts to his exploring fingers. He circled her nipples, then plucked at them, his breath washing over her excited clitoris and making her squirm. She never imagined she’d enjoy being touched this much.

“I love your hands on me,” she said. “I love the way my skin sends tingles through me when you stroke me. It makes my nipples ache and my …”

She stopped, unfamiliar with talking about sex. “I’ve never talked like this with anyone,” she said honestly, hoping he understood how she felt.

“Morgan, you’re so fucking sexy that I’m about to come in my pants.” Ben licked over her clitoris and she screamed his name as a small release rocked her body.

“Fuck.” Ben licked over her pussy and moaned loudly. “You taste like heaven.”

She didn’t want sweet words. She wanted him, and she felt her chest rumble with a growl. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, making her cry out at the empty feeling. “Ben, please.”

“Morgan.” Was all she heard as he then roared loudly, making the table shake beneath her. He moved so fast she couldn’t see him and he was suddenly between her legs with his fatigues gone. H
is cock
was hard and red, the end weeping as it reached for her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her skin beginning to burn with her desperate need for him.

He pushed his cock inside her with one slow continuous thrust until his balls pushed against her ass. As his cock touched a place deep inside her, she gasped at the foreign feeling, and he pulled back immediately.

“No, it didn’
t hurt,
” she reassured him. He pushed back inside her more slowly and she held him tight with her legs, not wanting him to ever stop. He stroked faster and faster, his eyes boring into hers.

“Touch yourself, little tiger,” Ben said, a wicked smile on his handsome face. She closed her eyes, too embarrassed to do it, even though her clitoris throbbed with the need to be stimulated. Ben plumped her breasts in his hands, caressing the globes and moving his fingers to gently pull and twist her nipples. “Please, Morgan. I’m so close.”

Her eyes snapped open at the pain in his voice. She saw his gaze fixed on the spot their bodies met and she lifted her head to see his cock plunge into her pussy over and over again. Her pussy leaked in reaction to the erotic image and she reached up a hand to run her fingers over the clenching muscles of his stomach. He was beautiful. The fingers of her other hand circled her clitoris and Ben growled deep in his chest, the rumble vibrating through her.

“
So sexy, Morgan. I
’
m coming.
” As Ben stilled inside her, she felt the heat of his semen shooting into her with the pulsing of his cock. She pinched her clit, her orgasm making her entire body shudder with pleasure. Ben stroked into her slowly, teasing her nipples until her orgasm finally ended.

“I love you, Ben.” She wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up and carried her upstairs, their bodies still intimately connected.

She couldn’t imagine life without him, without any of her men. She could feel the love Ben felt for her seep into her as he held her close. The guilt she harbored for bringing her father close to Bethany warred with her happiness. She was so confused.

“I’m still sorry for all this mess I’ve caused.”

“I know, honey, and I understand. But I can’t lose you now and I can’t be sorry I’ve found you. Don’t ask that of me. Don’t ask it of any of us. Do you think Bethany is sorry you found her and told her about her mother? That you told her who she is after her lifetime of wondering?”

“She might be sorry if she discovers we had sex on her kitchen table.” Ben’s chuckle made his cock slip from her and she moaned at the loss.

Ben walked them into the bathroom and started the shower. She could see how happy Bethany was that they had found each other, but if anything happened to Bethany or her baby then Morgan would never be able to live with herself. She would do everything in her power to keep her sister safe.

* * * *

Evan ran beside Samson, their cats stretching out as they ran easily over the dry leaves of the forest floor. They were thirty miles from Samson’s home now and Samson had said he wanted to show him something before they returned to their mates.

Samson stopped on a rocky outcrop that looked out over a small valley between two hills. The valley was secluded with a solitary dirt road winding through it to a log cabin that sat nestled in a grove of tall spruce trees.

“This cabin belonged to our grandfather. It hasn’t been used in over a hundred years,”
Samson said through their pack link.

“It’s nice and quiet here,”
Evan said. He wondered if Samson thought Petrov might come here.
“It’s defensible. Do you think it’s a possible hideout for Petrov or his men?”

Samson snarled softly.
“If you like the valley, you can build a home here so that you and your brothers can
live
permanently here in Eminence with Morgan.”

Evan looked at the picturesque valley again. It was perfect. A small stream ran through the bottom of the valley and the woods were thick. His cat growled at the thought of being free to run in such a place whenever it liked. He’d served for more than a decade in the navy and been forced to cage his cat for extended periods. Living here with his mate would be like living in heaven.

“I know it’s not much, but if you built a new house ...”

Evan didn
’t know what to say, how to begin to thank Samson and his brothers for such a gift.
“It’s beautiful, Samson. I have no words.”

“Don’t get all gushy and shit. I had Bethany in my arms half the night crying about Morgan going to Pine Falls to live with you three. I’m being a manipulative prick and trying to get you to stay so she’ll be happy again.”

“Can I call you ‘bro’ when we marry Morgan?”
Ben chuffed at Samson
’s answering growl.

“I’ll take the house, and say thank you. But we’d already decided to stay in Eminence. Morgan shouldn’t be parted from her sister after only just finding her. We were going to ask Morgan’s father to come visit. Maybe even move here.”

Samson turned and started running back toward his home, Evan had to push himself to catch up to the huge cat.
“That was nice of you,”
Samson said.
“To move here for Bethany. T
hanks.
”

“So I do get to call you ‘bro’?”

* * * *

Jordanna shrieked as a huge, cold hand suddenly enclosed her wrist. She pulled, but wasn’t able to dislodge the hand. The touch was unfamiliar, the size and feel completely different than any of her mates’. Fear sizzled through her in an instant, her feelings of safety immediately charged with a need to flee.
She swung
with her free hand and it bounced painfully off a muscled back.