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He repeated his movements, advancing to the same depth another ten

or so times. Each semi-penetration increased her pleasure and

lubricated her hole with pre-cum. When she moaned in demand, he

slowly slipped into her.

By God did his huge cock fill her! As he slid in the farthest it

could advance, he stopped and just let her become accustomed to the

fullness before he moved back and forth.

They remained motionless while Sam slipped his cock into her

pussy. He didn’t follow the number of multitudes of semi-

penetrations Jake had made. He didn’t need to. She knew her pussy

was still very wet from her climax not long ago.

On the fourth thrust, Sam slipped all the way in. She lost her

breath at the feel of having them both at the same time deep inside

her. She felt pressure and tightness in her pelvis, but it was short-

lived. When Sam began to pull out and then push back into her in

slow, steady movements while he stared into her eyes and bent down

to kiss her lips, the tightness disappeared. In its place came the

pleasure that accompanied friction. She was right, the ridges of his

cock felt so good rubbing against her walls.

Jake grabbed her ass cheeks and, cupping and squeezing them to

support her, helped her lift herself and then bring her back onto his

cock. Her asshole stretched more because of the angle and their

movements, but it only enhanced her pleasure.

Each of her love’s movements complemented the other’s. When

Sam came out of her pussy, Jake would push deeper into her asshole,

and vice versa. They moaned and groaned with their mounting

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desires, as did she. She could feel their cocks harden and lengthen

even more as their hearts pumped the new werewolf blood transfused

into them through their veins and arteries and their cocks.

With her acute sense of hearing, she listened to the rhythm of their

heartbeats while she absorbed their pumping movements and

followed them step-by-step in a dance of lovemaking. At that very

moment, it felt like they were one heart, one soul. If ever she had any

doubts about their relationship before this, it disappeared forever,

because she saw then with the depth of her heart and soul they were

indeed one.

And with that revelation, she climaxed at the same time with Sam

and Jake. All proclaiming their satisfaction with grunts, moans, and

words of praises and endearment.

Jake held her from behind while Sam rested his head on her

shoulder. They hadn’t moved their cocks from deep inside her, nor

had their pricks softened. She understood that soon they would need

to make love again, and she closed her eyes to listen to their breathing

and feel their skin touching hers.

No doubt about it, this was where she belonged for the rest of her

life.

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Chapter 25

Thorak knocked and waited with anticipation for someone to

come to the door. He had been so worried and wanted to see with his

own eyes that they were all right.

A few seconds later, the door opened and Triala’s smiling face

greeted him.

“Sire, it is good to see you. Please come in.” She pushed the door

completely open to make way for his entrance. O nce she closed the

door behind him, she bent to hug him.

He hadn’t expected such an affectionate gesture from her. It

hardly reflected her cold, closed character she had shown him and the

world since she was a young child. He had a funny feeling he was

seeing a new Triala emerging. O ne who embraced her emotions and

wasn’t scared to show them to those she loved. He had to thank Sam

and Jake for that.

They had done in less than a week what he had tried to do for so

many years and failed. They had broken through her defenses and

showed her that she could show her emotions and love and not fear

getting hurt because of them. Good. Good. Even though they hadn’t

gotten closer to figuring out what the Rogues were up to, at least one

very good thing had come out of all this. Triala had found the perfect

men who would make her happy.

Reciprocating her hug back, he said, “How are you?”

She let him go and smiled as she pushed a chair out for him to sit.

“I am very well. Thank you for asking.”

He laughed. “Yes, I can see it in your eyes, my dear.” Instead of

sitting down, he leaned on his cane and walked over to Sam and Jake,

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who sat on two chairs as a nurse injected something into Jake’s arm.

Thorak couldn’t tell if she had already given the injection to Sam or if

he were next.

Extending his hand, he shook Sam’s hand, then Jake’s. “It’s good

to see you two. I hear you have crossed over to our walk of life now.

How does it feel being werewolves?”

Sam looked at Jake, grinning, then at Triala. “It feels damn good.”

Thorak tried to hold in his chuckle but couldn’t. He understood

very well what Sam meant by that, but decided not to probe any

further. Details of their sexual escapades should remain for their ears

only, and definitely not for his.

“When will you be leaving The Haven?” he asked as he made his

way back to the chair Triala had offered him. He sat on it slowly so as

not to aggravate his arthritic joints, but his attempt failed because his

left knee cracked and a stab of pain shot up his leg. He was a 510-

year-old werewolf who had seen the world change in many, many

ways.

He didn’t know how many more years he had left on this Earth.

Werewolves weren’t complete immortals as vampires were, but they

did live for several centuries.

Sooner or later, the Grim Reaper would be coming for him. He

hoped it was after the Rogues had been crushed and peace was upon

the world once again. But his fate was not his to control.

Rubbing his knee, he waited for their response. Instead of Sam or

Jake answering his question, the nurse did as she finished up with

Jake and threw the syringe in the biohazard plastic box hanging on the

wall. “They have two more days of hormone injection treatments and

then are done.”

She wrote something on their charts and exited with a farewell

note and grin. “I’ll come back later with the next injection. “

Thorak waited until the door had closed before asking the

question that plagued him with worry all this time. “Do you think

your lives are still in danger?”

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He didn’t risk asking the question while the nurse was there.

They had never figured out who had intercepted the Voyeurs’

warning months ago at The Haven. The Voyeur’s Council had had a

vision of an attempted murder and called in to notify The Haven staff

that the life of Cheryl Brete, a patient there, was in danger. But the

message never got through.

Even though everything worked out at the end and her lovers,

twin Voyeurs Shane and Thomas Bicks, saved her life and killed the

killer before he could hurt her, the reason for the failed delivery of the

warning still remained a mystery.

For all he knew, a Rogue spy walked the corridors of The Haven

working right under their noses.

Triala glanced at Sam and Jake before replying. “We don’t know

if we’re still in danger.”

“You haven’t had any visions since you’ve been here, Triala?”

She shook her head. “No, no visions. Whoever tried to kill us and

killed that Rogue werewolf Theo Overture is still out there.”

“Do you think it was another Rogue who killed him?”

“I honestly don’t know.” She shrugged.

“Do you want us to go back to the Raven’s Nest once they let us

out and continue to probe?” Sam asked.

Thorak lifted his hand up in a stop motion. “No. No. That will be

too dangerous. You’d be walking into the lion’s den right at

dinnertime.”

“Well, Tom is still there, and he could be our eyes and ears for the

place if we want,” Jake said, rubbing his chin.

“Tom?” Thorak didn’t recognize the name.

“We used to work together on the police force. He’s an

undercover detective working the club and that quarter for drug

dealers. He knows our situation and can let us know if he sees

anything fishy.”

“Can we trust him to keep our secret?” Thorak asked, hesitant of

trusting a human he’d never met.

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Triala nodded. “Yes, he was the one who saved us. When he saw

we weren’t at the club, he asked around, and the guy who gave me the

note told him about the message and the address written on it. Tom

called the cops right away and saved our lives.”

“Yeah, we can trust him one hundred percent,” Sam added.

“That is good news. Then yes, ask this Tom if he can keep a

lookout for any clues that will help us to figure out what the Rogues

are up to.”

“Then what would you like us to do?” Triala asked.

“We could look into the black market another way, not necessarily

through the drugs angle. I have a friend at the IRS who investigates

questionable accounts. He does intensive checks on anyone who

suddenly comes into a lot of unexplained money. He investigates if

these mysterious funds came through black marketeering. I can ask

him to give us a list of all his shady people, and we can check them

out to see if they are in or linked with the Rogue clan.”

“That is a good idea. Yes, do that,” Thorak said, lifting his finger

in the air.

“You got it. We’ll get right on it the minute we are out of here.”

Without thinking, lost in his deep thoughts, Thorak let escape,

“Yes, we need to get answers soon before it will be too late.”

“Too late for what, sire? Have you had a vision of something?”

Triala asked, frowning.

Damn, he should be more careful with his loose mouth.

He answered the question as best he could without leaking the

scary details. “Yes, I did. I had a vision of something that if it comes

true would mean the loss of many lives, both human and werewolf.”

He couldn’t exactly blurt out his thoughts on the Yenaldlooshi

being resurrected by the Rogues to cause havoc, chaos, and death on

the world. He wasn’t even sure about that theory.

“Can you be more specific, sire? Maybe I can help with my

visions?” Triala asked.

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“I cannot say. These walls may have ears. All I can say is I think

something big is coming thanks to these evil Rogues’ doings, and if it

does happen, then life as we know it will cease to exist.”

“Are you talking a doomsday weapon?” Jake asked.

“No, something more uncontrollable, but just as deadly.”

“Okay, then we will work on that as soon as we can,” Sam said

with concern in his eyes.

Thorak smiled, trying to reassure them all. Standing up, he stiffly

straightened his knees as pain once again shot up and down his limbs.

“I have to get back to the compound now. I want you all to be careful

and on the lookout. You don’t know if whoever tried to kill you will

be coming back to finish the job.”

Triala nodded. “Don’t worry, sire. We are being careful.”

“Good.” He smiled at Triala and then at the boys. “Then I wish

you both a speedy recovery, and I’ll see you all when you are

released.”

Putting his arm around Triala’s shoulder as she walked him to the

door, he laughed and winked at her before saying to the men, “I know

I’m leaving you in good hands.”

The door closed behind him right after Triala said one last good-

bye.

Thorak began to walk down the corridor to the elevator. When he

passed the door to the room adjacent to theirs, a strange sensation of

coldness passed over him. He stopped and stared at the door for

several moments. He couldn’t quite place the feeling, but curiousness

compelled him to see what was in there. Placing his arthritic, swollen

hand on the knob, he turned it.

Locked.

Shrugging the weirdness and tenseness from his shoulders, he let

go of the handle. His worry and obsession with his vision had him

paranoid.

Checking his watch, he realized he was running late and headed

for the elevator.

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* * * *

“That was close,” Rotan said, waiting on the other side of the

door, gun in hand.

His heart hammered crazily in his chest, making his labored

breath escape his lungs at slow intervals. He couldn’t remember if he

locked the door after he slipped inside or not. When he saw the knob

turn, he freaked. He didn’t want to kill the elder Voyeur, but if he had

come in, he had no choice. He’d shoot Thorak square between his

eyes.

Thank God he had locked it and the Elder continued on his merry

way.

Walking back to the two-way mirror, he stared at Triala and her

lovers while he tapped the silencer on his pistol onto the voice

monitor. He had heard everything they’d spoken about with Thorak