Wild Threesome: (Paranormal MMF Menage Romance) (Wolves on the Prowl Book 2) (5 page)

“She carries a half-werewolf,” said Leo. He didn’t sound too sure about this part of the plan.

“And I thought the vampires were fucked up.”

“We’re not doing it.” Leo’s sudden, fierce declaration made Chris’s gaze swing toward him.

“Leo? Are you screwing with me?”

“Our true purpose has been accomplished,” said Leo. “We found her.”

Raven’s eyebrows went up, but the men weren’t paying attention to her. Chris stood up and put his hand on Leo’s arm. “What about the Elders? They’re gonna be pissed.”

“We’ll warn March. He can take his lovers somewhere safe. We’ll tell the Elders they were gone when we arrived.”

“They’ll be in hiding forever.” Chris’s expression wavered between relief and worry. “And with the half-breed alive, the Elders will never stop looking for them.”

“Unless Theo kills the vampire queen.”

Both men turned to her. Raven realized she should’ve kept her trap shut. Even though she’d been plotting to kill Theo, she’d never met the guy. She had no investment in his life or the lives of those he loved. Still, she couldn’t stop herself from outlining the idea.

“Queen Fiona is freaking crazy and she’s surrounded herself with a bunch of blood-sucking psychos. It’s probably why so many vampires like Theo just stay out of her way. No one defies her because she’s vicious and vengeful.” Raven shrugged. The room was cold, and her nipples poked through the thin material of her bra. Leo’s eyes dipped to her breasts. She crossed her arms over her chest. “If Theo gets rid of his cousin, he’ll be king. March and Victoria would have protection out the wazoo. No way would your Elders risk an all-out war with the vampires. And the vampires would probably be stoked to get a leader who wasn’t nutso.”

“That may solve our problem,” said Leo. He took Chris by the shoulders. “If we return to the pack and the Elders discover our treachery, at the worst, we’ll lose our lives, and the least, our home.”

“I don’t care if we’re banned. As long as I’m with you,” said Chris, “I am home.”

Raven felt a catch in her throat. She’d never been in love. In brief relationships, sure, and maybe a crush or two as a teenager before her first kill, but she’d never had the opportunity to fall in stars-in-the-eyes love. Just another regret she added to the “wish I had done this” list.

“Well, if we’ve decided everyone’s going to live,” she said, “then I’d like my clothes.” She paused. “And my gun.”

“
Y
OU HAVE
N’T HEARD
our proposal.” Leo looked at her, his expression suddenly thoughtful. “You’d already decided not to kill Theo. That’s why you left after you attacked us.”

“I decided it was time to listen to fate. I’d rather go have some fun before the ol’ ticker gives out.” She tapped her wrist as if it held a watch. “And now, you’re wasting what little time I have left. So… clothes?”

“I like you better without them on,” Leo said. He put his arm around Chris, who leaned against his shoulder and studied her.

Once again, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The tension was there, but it was definitely the lustful kind. Raven felt vulnerable. And though she’d spent every waking second being decisive, she found herself waffling. Were they offering a night in their bed? Was she insane for even thinking about how awesome fucking two werewolves would be?

“If we openly help March and his friends,” said Chris, “then the Elders
will
ban us.” He sounded uncertain. “If they do, they cannot force us to take a female.”

Leo looked down at his lover, a frown marring his handsome face. “You don’t want this?”

Chris’s gaze flicked to Raven, who watched the byplay with narrowed eyes. Then he sighed. “I want her,” he admitted. “I want the one who can make us better warriors, men, wolves. She won’t put up with shit. She’s fast and strong.” He grunted. “And, you know, pretty.”

“Yeah. Um… hello? I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m not afraid to walk outta this hotel in my bra.”

“You said you’d decided to follow fate,” said Leo. “So have we. You don’t have to die, Raven. We can make you werewolf.”

Raven looked at Leo, at the desire glittering in his eyes. Apprehension warred with hope. “What’s the price of this gift?”

“You must agree to be our mate.”

“Mate?” asked Raven, flabbergasted. “Is that wolf talk for wife?”

“Yeah,” said Chris. “But not in a human sense. There is no divorce. If a mate dies, the surviving spouse can marry again, but other than that… it’s practically forever.”

“So, I’d be married to both of you? Forever?”

“Yes,” said Leo.

“Will I be expected to do housework or cook? Because I don’t do that kind of crap. Or knit. Or garden. Or grocery shop.”

“It’s not a subservient role,” said Leo. “You would be our partner in all ways.”

Raven couldn’t believe she was even considering this crazy proposal. She shook her head. “I guess being a werewolf is better than being a bloodsucker, but I was sorta resolved to the whole dying thing.”

“Give us a chance. Maybe you’ll find we’re a better alternative to death.” Leo took Chris’s hand and led him to the bed.

Raven’s eyes widened. “You want me to sleep with you?”

“Not sleep,” said Chris. “Fuck.”

Leo let out a long-suffering sigh. “Stay the night. Willingly. In the morning, if you decide not to mate with us, we’ll let you go.”

“What, exactly, does mating involve?”

“You have to be a werewolf for it to count,” said Chris. He shucked his Nikes and socks, and then pulled off his shirt. “So, right now, it’s just fucking.”

Raven got a gander at his body, which she’d seen in the darkened forest, and in the glare of the hotel room lights it was even better. Her gaze flipped to Leo. He, too, was getting undressed. He was broader in the shoulders and chest than Chris, and probably a couple inches taller. Both of them were handsome and muscled. And when she mentally put herself in the middle of that particularly tasty sandwich, her body went hot and tingly.

Hoo-boy.

“What about your heart?” asked Leo. “Will it fail if we… um, push it?”

“I exercise all the time and it’s held so far. And if it fails during --” Aw, crap. Had she just admitted she was gonna do the Night thing with them? “-- er, during, you know, then hey, what a way to go.”

“We go gentle,” he told Chris. “After she becomes werewolf, we’ll play hard.”

Raven’s stomach flipped. Play hard? Ooooh. These were her kind of boys. But she hadn’t necessarily decided to hitch herself to them for all eternity. So, they’d just have to play hard now, while she could enjoy it.

They took off their jeans and both climbed onto the bed.

Without another word of protest, she wiggled off her panties and unsnapped her bra. Then, naked, she crawled into the bed between them. Leo was the first to skim his palm down her side, splaying his long fingers over her abdomen. His hand was warm, and her skin contracted from the light contact.

Chris was obviously the impatient one. He kissed her. He was aggressive, plundering her mouth with his tongue and nipping at her lips. She cupped his face and gave back as good as she got, sucking on his lower lip before ravaging his throat. And when she found that vulnerable spot beneath his throat, she bit him.

The low growl sent chills straight through her. Excitement coiled. Oh, he was gonna hold back until Leo let him loose. She raked her nails down his back and licked the bruised skin. She turned more fully toward Chris, pressing against him, while Leo stroked the skin of her back, buttocks, thighs.

Chris’s fingers tangled in her hair and he drew her up for another brutal kiss. She loved it. Heat streaked through her, leaving her flushed and yearning.

And when he put his teeth against her throat and growled, her womb contracted.

“God, you’re wet,” said Leo as he slipped his hand over her hips and delved into her swollen pussy. “She likes it.”

Chris reached across her to touch Leo, and she turned, giving Chris her backside, and kissed Leo. Chris shifted so that his thick cock slid between her ass cheeks. She wrapped a leg around Leo, and he teased her weeping pussy with his sizable cock.

He bent to lave at her aching nipples, lightly biting the distended peaks. Pleasure shuddered through her.

Her senses whirled as the men worshipped her with hands and mouths. She could barely breathe. Barely think. She rolled again to face Chris and slid between his thighs so she could taste his cock.

He moaned, grabbing the bed covers in his fists, his eyes closing as she sucked his length into her mouth. She relaxed her throat, and took him all the way down to his balls.

“Damn,” he managed. “Damn.”

And as she sucked and licked on Chris’s yummy cock, Leo positioned himself behind her, lifting her hips until she was kneeling with her ass up, and he -- thank the ever-loving gods -- pierced her swollen cunt. His penis filled her, stretching her to the limit.

“Oh, hell,” she murmured.

It was an interesting rhythm. Leo plunging into her from behind, and Chris thrusting into her mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good. It was like she’d been searching for a place to belong her whole life, and she’d found it. Here, with them.

“I’m going to come,” cried Chris. “Raven, baby. Please.”

She grabbed his shaft at the base and suckled his quivering head. Then he was groaning, shouting, and shooting hot seed down her throat. She swallowed and swallowed, and sucked on him until he was dry.

And still Leo pounded into her. He’d forgotten gentle, thank heavens. Chris scooted out from underneath her, and she planted her hands on the bed, and closed her eyes.

Sparkling pleasure coiled in her womb. She could hardly draw in a breath. Then Leo cried out, and pierced her deeply. Damn. She felt his spasms as his come filled her.

Sweat dripped from her neck and splashed the coverlet. As Leo withdrew from her she collapsed to the bed, and rolled over. Before she could even complain --
hello, where’s my orgasm
-- Chris slid on top of her. He was as hard as a fucking steel rod.

Her surprised gaze met his smug one.

“Werewolves are a lusty bunch,” he said. “Doesn’t take long to recover. Plus, seeing Leo plow you really turned me on.”

“Yeah, me, too,” she said, yanking on his shoulders. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

He wasted no time slipping inside her and stroking her into a frenzied rhythm. He tugged a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, and pleasure made her gasp. She dug her nails into his ass and met his thrusts, and then stars exploded, and she felt like the whole world was spinning.

And then it was.

She felt her heart stall as her body seized.

Chris’s face went white and then Leo was there, too, and she couldn’t tell them thank you because it was getting dark.

Then there was nothing.

“
S
HE’S ALIVE
,” SAID
Theo, “but her heart has an irregular beat.”

“She’s gonna die unless you change her,” said Chris. He looked at Leo. They were both standing next to the dusty old couch, staring down at their mate. She was breathing erratically, her skin gray, and her lips tinged blue. He might not have wanted her in the beginning, but he did now.

“If I change her, she will lose the baby.”

“And if you don’t, she’ll--” Chris gaped at the vampire. When Raven had collapsed they could think of nothing else to do but go to Theo and March and admit their duplicity. March had expected the Elders to come after him eventually, but he seemed less worried about their confession than he did about protecting Victoria. She was upstairs packing. Chris and Leo had not told them about Raven or the vampire queen’s assassination plot. First, they had to save Raven. Then they would figure out what to do next.

“She’s with child?”

“Very recent,” said the vampire, giving Leo a pointed look.

“That’s impossible. It’s too soon to know.”

“Trust me,” said March. “He speaks the truth.”

“I will give her the bite.” Another werewolf strode into the living room, flipping shut a cell phone. “My grandmother Leona says I must do this for you.”

They’d smelled another werewolf around the perimeter, but hadn’t seen him. Chris didn’t know him at all. And neither, apparently, did Leo.

“You’re Leona’s grandson?”

He nodded, but offered no other information. “My magic gets its strength from sex.”

“You’re not having sex with her,” said Chris, moving to block the wolf.

“It doesn’t have to be with her,” he responded. “And I’m not particularly attracted to females.” He let his black gaze slide over Chris.

Leo growled.

“Stop,” said Chris. He reached back and took Leo’s hand. “Look, I’ll suck your dick if it means you can save her.”

“What about the baby?” asked Leo. Chris could tell Leo wasn’t in the sharing mood. He’d claimed his mates, and watching Chris suck another werewolf’s cock while he bit Raven wasn’t setting well with his alpha tendencies.

The werewolf shrugged. “Werewolves are strong, there is a good chance the baby will survive the change. But I cannot guarantee it.”

“I suggest y’all do something,” said a honeyed voice from the doorway. The blonde practically glowed with vitality. And she was nearly full term. Her small hands rested on her rounded tummy. “C’mon,” she said to Theo and March. “Let’s give them their privacy.”

The werewolf undid the buttons to his jeans and pulled out his cock. Chris looked at him. “You mind if I know your name before I suck your dick?”

“Rolf,” he said. “And your woman is dying.”

Leo lifted Raven to a seated position. Rolf sat on the edge of the couch and brought her close, so that his mouth rested on the point between her neck and shoulder blade. Chris got to his knees and sucked on the flaccid penis protruding from Rolf’s jeans.

It hardened in his mouth, and Rolf moaned, shifting so Chris could take even more. Chris worked his shaft with hands and mouth, using every damned skill he had.

As Rolf ejaculated, he glowed Wilmont. Sparks danced in the air, the man’s face elongated into a snout, and then he sprouted sharp teeth. He leaned down and bit Raven.

The magic flowed between Rolf and Raven, and when Rolf finally let her go, her skin was bleeding and bruised. And she was still gray and limp.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” yelled Leo.

“Now, we wait,” said Rolf, as if the two males weren’t pissed off at him. Chris moved away, sitting near Leo, who put a hand on his shoulder.

Rolf rose and straightened himself up, re-buttoning his jeans. He slanted a look at Chris. “Thanks for the blow job. You’re really good.”

“And you’re really an asshole.”

Rolf laughed and sauntered out of the room.

W
HEN RAVEN WOKE
up
, she was pinned between two men on a really comfortable bed. Chris and Leo held her as though she was fragile, but she felt the opposite. She felt strong. Wonderful. Something felt different about her.

She could smell them. Her boys. Not unpleasant scents. Leo was sandalwood, and Chris… his scent was a little like pine.

“Hey,” she said. She couldn’t move, and she was starving. “Hey! Is there an IHOP or what around here?”

“Raven.” Chris’s blue gaze caressed her face. “You’re okay.”

He put a hand against her heart, and she realized it was beating strong and steady. She felt healthy. That was the difference. Holy shit.

“Raven.” Leo put his hand over Chris’s and Raven felt some serious warm fuzzies.

“What happened?”

“You’re werewolf now,” said Leo. “We made the choice because…”

“We didn’t want to lose you.”

“Okay,” she said. “I guess it worked.”

“Yes. And it appears that you are with child.”

She stared at Leo for so long, he blushed. “Excuse me?”

“Preggers,” confirmed Chris. “But not mated. Not yet. Unless you want to.”

Raven couldn’t even think for a minute. Then it hit. She was gonna be a freaking mommy. And these two men wanted her. She had love blossoming right here, right now. From death to second chance… damn, she was lucky. “Well, I’m not raising a baby alone,” she said primly. “So we’re doing the mating thing.”

Their relief was palpable. “There’s more to talk about,” said Leo. “We must tell Theo about Queen Fiona.”

“And decide if we should return to the pack or stand with March,” added Chris.

She grabbed their chins. “First, we mate. Then, we eat. And then, we plot.”

Leo kissed her. When he was done turning her to Jell-O, Chris took his turn. As they made love to her, Raven thought about the future, a real future with two men, and a baby, and… well, werewolf stuff.