Wild Threesome: (Paranormal MMF Menage Romance) (Wolves on the Prowl Book 2) (4 page)

“
I
THINK
SHE’S
our mate.” Leo sighed, loosening his grip on Chris’s cock.

“She’s human,” said Chris, wishing he could let it go and get back to the business of fucking. But damn, Leo had lost his mind. He wanted to mate with the chick who’d tried to kill him.

“We’ll bring her to Leona.”

Chris’s cock was totally flaccid now, and the mood had all but fizzled. Why had he opened his fat mouth? “Leona has the bite?”

“It’s not common knowledge,” said Leo. “Not many wolves have the ability, and females are almost never born with the gift.”

“So. You want to track down our would-be murderer. Talk her into mating with both of us. Then take her to Looney Leona and turn her into a werewolf.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. That about sums it up.”

Chris stared at him for so long, he made Leo uncomfortable enough to look away. His lover’s gaze flickered toward the window; his eyes widened and he flattened against Chris.

“Hey!” With Leo’s full weight on him it was hard to take a breath.

“It’s her,” Leo whispered. “She’s unlocking that green car a few spaces away.” He lifted his head and peered out the window again. “It’s a Prius.”

“Quit digging your elbows into my chest.” Chris paused. “Prius? One of those hybrid cars? Our killer has an eco-conscience?”

“Apparently.” Leo looked down at Chris. “We’ll go out on the left, circle our car from the back, and surprise her.”

Chris was all in. He hoped they were able to freak her the way she’d freaked them. He was a trained warrior, a fucking werewolf, and it chapped his fur that a human female had gotten the drop on him. Frankly, if Leo hadn’t been so caught up in his own emotional angst, he would’ve never let Chris distract him. Chris was awesome in battle so long as someone else took the lead, and Leo was a born leader.

Leo quietly popped open the door and slid out to the ground, crouching as he used the SUV for cover. Chris followed, shutting the door, and meeting Leo at the bumper. They peered around. Three spaces down he saw the back end of the Prius. Only one car was parked between theirs and hers. It was a rusted Toyota, and not exactly big enough to hide them.

“What’s she doing?”

Leo shot an annoyed look over his shoulder. “Putting on lipstick? Shining her silver daggers? How the fuck do I know?”

Chris rolled his eyes. “She should’ve taken off by now.”

“Let’s take advantage of it. We’ll go in fast,” said Leo. “I’ll take the back. You take the front.”

“She has a gun,” warned Chris. “Probably silver bullets, too.”

“Noted.” Leo sent Chris one last look. “Go!”

They took off. Leo ran behind the parked cars, and Chris rounded the Toyota, and skidded to the side of the Prius. The woman looked up at him, her mouth rounded in an “O” of surprise.

Naturally the doors were locked, so he bashed in the window. Glass shattered; his knuckles bloodied. He bared his teeth and growled. “Remember me?”

He reached in and unlocked the passenger side door. He moved to restrain her, but she wasn’t trying to fight. He realized then something was wrong. Her face was gray. Her shaking hand clenched a prescription bottle.

“Chris!” Leo waited on the driver’s side, his gaze impatient. Chris unlocked the door. Leo threw it open, reached in and pulled out the woman.

“What the hell is wrong with her?” asked Chris. This wasn’t the way he’d expected for things to go down.

“I don’t know.” Leo pried the bottle from her hand and read the label. Then he opened the cap and poured out a pill, sticking it between the woman’s blue lips.

“Swallow,” commanded Leo.

Her eyes went wide, rolling into the back of her head, and she convulsed once before going limp.

“That went well.” Chris exited the car. “Is she dead?” He squatted on the other side of her and looked down, more surprised than worried. He hadn’t forgotten she’d stabbed Leo and tried to slice open his own throat.

“Unconscious.” Leo pried her mouth open and looked inside. “She managed to swallow the meds before she passed out.”

“What now?”

“I’ll put her in the SUV. You follow me back to the motel in the Prius.”

“Why do I have to drive the pussy car?”

Leo slanted him a look, but obviously decided the insult was too easy. He scooped up the girl and stood. “Get going, princess. Your sparkly green chariot awaits.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

* * *

Raven felt like she was swimming in black gelatin. From far away, she heard voices. Snatches of conversation filtered through the viscous darkness.

“We should drop her off at the emergency room.”

“This is our woman, Chris. The gods won’t take her from us.”

“Come on!” A pause. “How bad can Hannah be?”

“Shut up.”

R
AVEN AWOKE IN
a cave
. What the hell? She felt strange, as if she were as substantive as shadows. Lounging by the pit fire were two wolves. One was big and black, its dark eyes serious. The other was gray, its blue eyes filled with mischief.

“They are yours,” intoned an elderly female voice. It bounced off the craggy walls, straight into Raven. Of course, she thought, I’ve been waiting for them.

The wolves got up and padded to her, one settling on each side of her. She lay with them, their soft fur tickling her naked flesh. She sank her hands into their luxurious coats. Her body rippled with sensual awareness.

Then each wolf gave a low, possessive growl, and licked her breasts.

“No,” said Raven. But they wouldn’t be denied. The black one put his paw on her rib cage, and his companion followed suit.

Their broad, flat tongues tortured her breasts and nipples, making her tingle and ache.

Then she felt a tongue lick up her neck, to her ear, and a male voice said, “You’re beautiful.”

The black wolf was no more. Deliciously naked, the man’s long, thick cock pressed against her thigh. His skin was the color of coffee with too much cream, and his tousled hair was black, as dark as his eyes.

“Hmm,” said another male voice. “She tastes good, too.”

This man, as corded with muscle as his friend, had the mischievous gaze of the gray wolf.

They took turns kissing her, their hands stroking every inch of her heated skin. And when one of them parted the slick inner folds of her pussy and stroked her clit, she moaned, and closed her eyes, and fell down, down, down
…

R
AVEN SUCKED IN
a breath
, and tried to shake off the miasma. “W-what happened?”

“She survived,” said a male voice, laden with sarcasm. “Yay.”

She pried open her eyes and had barely realized she was laying in the middle of a comfortable bed when she felt the mattress dip. She looked at the man sitting inches from her.

Fuck.

It was Hottie No. 1, the dude she’d tried to off. Her gaze flicked beyond him, to the guy leaning against the hotel room wall. His glare clearly indicated that he wished she’d explode. Yeah. He’d been the one attempting to track her. Hard to do when she was in the trees with the battering rain washing away her scent and masking her movements.

She smirked.

He pushed himself off the wall and stalked toward the bed.

“Relax, Chris.”

Blue Eyes stopped, pivoted, and threw himself into a chair tucked into the corner of the room. He crossed his arms and glared at her some more. Nice.

“I’m Leo.” He studied her face. “We’ve got you. So cooperate.”

“Or what?” Her voice sounded like rusty hinges. She tried to clear her throat, but the effort hurt. It felt like she’d swallowed a whole bag of cotton balls. Leo helped her to a sitting position and handed her a glass of water. It had the metallic taste of tap water. What? She didn’t rate the ten-dollar bottled water? Still, she sucked down every drop. She toyed with the idea of slamming the glass against Leo’s gorgeous head, but he plucked it out of her hands. Oh well, it wasn’t like she could take them both down, not without weapons or in her weakened state.

Her traitorous heart beat steadily, not revealing its weakness. She’d been so close to getting on that beach. Now, she was gonna bite it in a hotel room. Heh. Bite it. Yeah, that was probably the literal interpretation of how she would breathe her last. What a way to end an otherwise stellar career.

“Thanks for the water.” Her voice sounded normal, and she was feeling a smidge better. She looked down at herself, and her lips quirked. “And thanks for leaving on my bra and panties. I usually like to get to know my killers personally before going nude.”

“You must be naked a lot,” Chris said.

“No one’s ever gotten the drop on me,” she replied. “How about you?”

Leo chuckled, but it wasn’t a nice sound. “You have the distinction of nearly besting werewolves of the two strongest warrior clans.”

“Had you not been so busy,” she said, “you might have noticed.”

Leo’s eyes shuttered and he got up. She knew it wasn’t the idea she’d seen him macking on the boy over there. It was that she’d wounded him and his pride. Warrior werewolves? Like the regular kind weren’t badass enough. Wow. She sure could pick ‘em.

Raven sat up. Then she heard a rattle and something flew at her. She snatched the prescription bottle out of mid-air.

“What are they for?” asked Leo.

She stared at the label. Leo had given her the meds. He could’ve let her die, right there in the parking lot, and gotten his revenge. Why had he saved her? So he could kill her himself? If that was true, the dude’s ego was way too big. She didn’t get that vibe, though. What a waste of energy and resources. If a target died of a heart attack instead of a bullet headache so much the better.

She put the bottle on the nightstand. She was gonna die. What was the point of lying? “My name is Raven. And before you ask, yeah, it’s just Raven. I’m twenty-six. I’ve been a paid assassin, trained by my father, since I was seventeen. I’m dying. My heart’s giving out, and I have maybe a couple months to live.”

“Why were you at the residence of March Wilmont?”

Raven absorbed this information, and realized these guys hadn’t been protecting the house. “March’s the wolfie. And you’re not his friends, are you?”

Leo and Chris exchanged a glance. Then Leo said, “As a matter of fact, we are.”

“Yeah. Sure.” She shrugged. “I was there to take out Theo Lowder. The vampire queen offered to change me if I killed her cousin.” She laughed, a bitter sound. “I wanted to live so bad.” Sighing, she flopped back to the bed and stared up at the ceiling. “I wonder if that’s what people think right before I put a bullet in their skulls.
I want to live
.”

“These people you killed,” said Leo. “They deserved it?”

“Yeah. I choose my jobs carefully. All but this one.” She turned her head. Leo was leaning against the wall now, his eyes on her. Chris’s baby blues glittered with an emotion she couldn’t define, but at least he looked less hostile. “So what’s going on here, boys? ‘Cause if you ain’t gonna do me, then I have a beach chair and a mai tai with my name on it.”

“
Do
you?” asked Leo with a sexy growl that made her scramble off the other side of the bed.

“Whoa there.
Do
. As in kill.” Raven had nowhere to go. She’d fight like a rabid bitch, but she knew her odds. They’d get what they wanted. She planted her hands on her hips and glared at them. Her heart skipped a beat then started fluttering like a trapped bird.

“I prefer the alternative definition,” said Leo.

“You saved me so you could fuck me?” Her voice was a mixture of outrage and astonishment.

“Not quite.” He hadn’t moved, but she got the distinct impression that both he and Chris were fully prepared to leap from their positions. The energy of the room had changed. Tension was so thick that she was nearly breathing it.

“I swear to God if you touch me, at least one of you will die.”

Both men’s expressions turned to shock.

“You think we would force you?” Chris rose from the chair and stared at her. The fury was back, although for a different reason. “It’s not like we need you.”

“Chris,” said Leo softly. His gaze hadn’t left Raven’s face, and he was making her nervous.

“I’m a prisoner,” she pointed out, feeling unaccountably defensive. “You could’ve let me die, but you didn’t. And apparently, you’re not trying to kill me. What am I supposed to think?”

“We have a proposal,” said Leo.

Chris snorted and plopped back into the chair. He crossed his arms and took a supreme interest in the ceiling.

“I’m listening.” Raven stayed where she was, between the wall and the king-sized bed. Wary didn’t begin to cover how she was feeling. What the hell did these guys want?

“We were sent by our pack to kill March.”

“Your friend?” Raven was horrified. “You’d do that?”

“That’s what I’m sayin’,” muttered Chris.

“March refused to breed with our females, and left the pack. Because March comes from a respected bloodline, the Elders ignored his… rebellion.” Leo sighed. “Then March met Theo Lowder and Victoria—a human female. March is the third in their relationship. It is his child that Victoria carries in her womb.”

“Vampires can’t have kids,” she said slowly. The woman was pregnant. And if Leo was right, this Victoria wasn’t the vampire’s pet. She was in a threesome with a werewolf and a vampire. Hmm. Maybe she was a little crazy. Well, she would’ve been safe from Raven. No kids. Ever. And that included pregnant women.

But maybe the werewolves didn’t have the same policy. Her gaze flicked over Leo, who looked as stoic as a statue. She didn’t understand werewolf politics any better than she did the machinations of the vampire court. “So, you’re gonna kill March for knocking up a girl? That’s harsh.”

“She’s a human,” said Chris. “Apparently not fit to carry our spawn.” Chris sounded disgusted with the whole enterprise. Her respect for him went up a notch. Then she realized what he was implying.

“You’re supposed to kill her, too?”