Fox, Morgan - Craving Silence [Cowboys and Werewolves] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (19 page)

“Wicked little vixen,” he said breathlessly. “Do that again.”

She did, but this time when she bit him, she sucked him to the back of her throat then released him and did it all over again, repeating this act several times until Lance’s large cock penetrated deep inside her cunt, drawing away her concentration.

Seated deep inside her, she marveled at the feel of both men and how their bodies completed hers. The power of the lycan was one thing, but the power of their passions and desires for one another was something else completely.

Lance moved inside her, tunneling deep, gliding sensually over the spot that was soon to have her coming in a blaze of glory. As she sucked Walker into her mouth over and over again, she bucked her hips back, showing Lance the pace that was sure to have her screaming with pleasure.

She wanted it harder, needed to feel their beasts clawing to the surface in unison. “Fuck me harder, Lance. Take me like you did that night in the clinic.”

A deep growl ripped from his throat as he gripped hold of her shoulders and drove himself deep inside her, slamming to the hilt over and over again. His thrusts were wild and untamed. She loved it, craved it, and needed it more than she’d ever needed anything in her life.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good.” She was trembling from sensations she’d never experienced before. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” she cried out, bucking back to keep pace with Lance.

Walker roared as she nibbled the head of his cock once more, sucking him in just as he exploded into her mouth. The wild taste of him flooded her senses and had every nerve ending in her body firing at once. The magic inside him shot out of him and into everything else in the room.

“Do you have lubricant, Silence?” Lance huskily asked.

Inclining her head in his direction, she told him, “Top drawer.” Lance quickly reached in and pulled out the bottle.

Then before she could even catch her breath, Walker was beneath her, his hands repositioning her over top of him. He eased inside her once more, seating himself to the hilt. Lance smeared the cool lubricant between her cheeks and slowly massaged her sensitive anus. At first she was a bit hesitant, but the flood of power soaring between them had her craving everything she could from her lovers.

The tight feel of his finger pressing inside her ass had her gasping for breath. The thrill and shock both had her wondering if she could do this, but when Walker caressed the side of her face and held her gaze, she knew it was exactly what she wanted and more.

“Relax, Silence,” he whispered. “Lance won’t hurt you. I would never allow that. It will only feel wonderful.” He kissed her, and a flood of energy washed over her.

Lance’s cock slowly slid inside her anus, and she felt herself instinctively push back against him, helping him fit inside her tight body. Their cocks filled her. Never in her life had she felt so overwhelmed by passions and lust. Together, they completed her and aroused something so raw and primal. This was what she’d always wanted and needed, her wolf lovers possessing her body together. They ruled over her, fucking her slow and easy, riding her as she rode them. Her chest was so full of emotions, while her mind was overflowing with wicked thoughts. They did this to her and she loved it.

In that instant, she came hard, an earth-shattering orgasm that had all of them crying out at the top of their lungs as they reached a high never experienced before.

Lance collapsed onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. Gently, he kissed her lips and rolled to his back. Walker leaned in beside her and took her hand in his. He kissed each of her fingers as if it were the most precious thing he’d ever held.

“How do you feel?” Walker asked.

She smiled at him, feeling boneless and satisfied, but as the sensations slowly drifted away and her breathing returned to normal, she wasn’t sure how she felt. There was still so much going on in Silent Falls that she couldn’t just brush it under the rug while she had amazing sex with her two lovers. Worst of all, they didn’t even have a clue what they were going to do about their town menace.

Gazing up at Walker, she told him, “I’m worried.”

“About what?” Lance asked, resting on his elbows.

She nervously nibbled her bottom lip. “Verrick can read my thoughts. I don’t think I can block him, and that means he’s going to know how much you two mean to me.” She grabbed both their hands, squeezing gently. “I fear he’ll use that against us if we confront him.”

Walker stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “I think Nana and I can help with that. I’m sure she knows a spell we can use, something that will give us a stronger wall to keep him out of our heads.”

“You think it will work?” Lance asked.

Walker’s face became expressionless as he said, “I hope so.”

Walker stood, leaving her side. A cold chill replaced the spot where he had been. Scooting from the bed to follow him, she gently placed her fingers around his bicep, drawing his attention back to her. “There’s something else I need to ask you.”

He looked at her curiously. “What is it?”

“When Verrick was here, before you arrived, he said your father was a lycan. I thought you said he was a human witch.”

Walker stared at her, his expression void of emotions. “You’re sure he said that?”

Swallowing hard, she said, “Well, technically he said that your father was a total asshole, a cheating, incompetent, weak lycan, and an alcoholic.”

Walker paced the floor. Pausing, he took a moment to stare out the window. Suddenly, her skin tingled and pulsed. The power moving out of him was like a blast of electricity.

Gazing past him, she breathed hard and realized night was falling fast. They were running out of time.

Turning, he met her gaze. “Looks like we have a few more things to discuss with Nana.”

Chapter Thirteen

Darkness was upon them, and Walker didn’t hesitate to enter his grandmother’s home without knocking. Now that he was a witch, he knew she was already aware that he was there to see her.

“Nana, where are you? I need your help.”

“Walker, it really is a blessing that you’ve embraced your gifts, but would it be too much to ask that when you visit you don’t traipse all over the carpet without wiping your feet first?” He gazed down and saw a dark smudge of dirt in each spot he’d stepped.

Walker stroked his grandmother’s arm and told her, “I’ll buy you all new carpets, Nana, but right now we really need your help.”

Silence and Lance moved to stand beside him. His grandmother surveyed them curiously. Narrowing her eyes, she said matter-of-factly, “All three of you share the same signature energy.” Grinning, Nana leaned in toward Silence and lowered her voice. “My girl, how did you get so lucky?”

“Nana!” Walker growled.

“I’m sorry, my boy, but it’s obvious that she’s in love with both of you, and you are in love with her. The magic’s all right here for everyone to see.” She waved her hand over the three of them, and a soft blue and green glow followed her hand and then quickly faded.

Walker locked gazes with Silence. The feelings of jealousy he had expected would arise because of Lance didn’t surface, and it left him a little curious as to why. Shaking his head, he had to stay focused. He’d find out later why he seemed willing to accept this three-way affair without any kind of reservation.

He looked back at his grandmother. “Nana, we need your help.”

“I know, I know. I felt it when you had your little run-in with Verrick Marshall earlier today.”

“You did?” he asked.

“Yes, Walker. Now that you have embraced your powers, we are linked more closely through the magical realm. Should you ever need me, all you have to do is call for me.” She turned around, walked into the living room, and sat in the soft-blue, high-back chair. “Please, everyone have a seat. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

Just as Walker was about to take the open seat next to Silence, he felt a presence he hadn’t felt in a handful of years. The rising power made his gut churn, and the hair on his body suddenly stood on end. He looked over at his grandmother, whose face was a blank slate.

“Don’t be angry, Walker. Just wait and hear what he has to say.”

Walker was speechless. He couldn’t believe what he was feeling, let alone that his grandmother had known about it. His chest hurt, as every emotion he’d ever had in regards to his father slammed into him with the force of a hurricane.

With his salt-and-pepper hair, Decker Reed stood in the entryway to the kitchen. His shoulders were braced back, and his dark-brown eyes locked on Walker’s. “Hello, son,” he said in a voice that Walker never conceived he’d hear again, especially since he believed his father to be dead.

“Mr. Reed?” Silence gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

Nana moved toward Decker, but the fierce growl that rolled out of Walker halted her actions. “Don’t,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Walker, please give your father a chance to explain.”

“Explain what? That it was no big deal that I was forced to attend a funeral and grieve for a man, no, a monster, who wasn’t even fucking dead!”

“Walker!” his grandmother shouted. Her power slammed against him, freezing his body in place.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The soft-gray eyes he’d stared into during bedtime stories now looked at him with fierce blackness. Damn, she was a powerful witch.

“Your father had good reason for faking his death, and you are going to listen to everything he has to say, or by all the power inside me—”

“Mom,” Decker calmly called out. “Please, I don’t want things to be like this between us anymore. I messed up with him, and it’s going to take a lot more than family magic to make Walker listen me.”

His grandmother’s shoulders slouched forward as if she could no longer support the weight she’d carried all her life. “I don’t want there to be hatred in our family anymore. He needs to know the truth, Decker.”

“Release him, Mom, please,” her son pleaded, and it was strange to hear him talk to her in such a caring way. Walker only remembered the days when his father was yelling or too drunk to even make sense of what was coming out of his mouth.

Suddenly, Walker could move again, but he held his tongue. He’d give his old man a chance to explain, and when he finished, if he didn’t like what he had to say, Walker planned to simply kick his ass.

“Walker, I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t make up for everything I’ve done to you over the years. Lord knows I was a horrible father to you, but I never meant to hurt you. I was a lost soul, and it wasn’t until your mother died that I realized what a horrible mess I’d made of my life.”

Silence reached up and took Walker by the hand. The connection he felt from her was exactly what he needed to keep himself grounded. Standing in the same room as the man he despised more than anything was the hardest and most challenging thing he’d ever had to do. It wasn’t fair that he couldn’t be with his mother anymore, but for whatever sick reason, he was able to talk to a man who never even held him as a child.

“As you now know, you and I were born into a lycan-witch family. I struggled daily with the powers I’d received from both the wolf and witch sides of the family, but when I met your mother, I thought I could finally accept what I was.” He briefly closed his eyes. “I was wrong. During my first transition in front of Evelyn, I saw the fear in her eyes. I watched how she wanted to run away from me. The woman I had come to love thought I was a monster.” He swallowed hard. His eyes watered with unspent tears. “I couldn’t stand the rejection I felt every time I reached out to touch her and she cringed away, so we used magic to keep my wolf contained. I thought it was the only way we could be happy.”

A single tear slid from his eye. “After that, we began to grow apart. I thought that she was never comfortable with who I truly was. After all, she hadn’t chosen to be with me. We didn’t fall in love and get married like most normal couples do. The coven decided we would be a good match for one another. I began drinking even before I got your mother pregnant. She felt betrayed by me, and it wasn’t until Verrick Marshall came into our lives that I realized your mother wasn’t afraid of my wolf, but more so afraid of the man I had become.” He stepped closer to Walker. “I allowed my anger over what I believed others thought of me to keep me from being the man and father I should have been, and rather than embrace those powers, I drank them into submission. While I was getting drunk on my self-pity, your mother was being seduced by an evil bastard who only took advantage of her kindness and her need to feel loved.”