Three’s a Clan (22 page)

Chapter Thirty-Five

Rick

This was a ridiculous, utterly stupid, and horrible idea. We were bending. We were showing weakness. Shelly was our mate.
Ours.
She should come to us.

She took off. She left. Trevor and I shared the pain in knowing that even the two of us weren’t enough to keep her here.

Trevor even chased after her. The worst part? He’d failed. I felt his frustration. I had a better bond with my Beta. Wonderful. He was nearby. Fabulous. Too bad he wasn’t the one I needed to sink inside of with every breath that left my body. I ached for Shelly.

She wouldn’t have been the type of woman I’d have gravitated toward when I was human. She was slight of frame, stunningly beautiful, and shut off from everyone. She was strong. She was hard, and for a few incredible moments, I had seen inside all of that. For those moments that she didn’t have a mission, she let go of it all, and I saw her inner tenacity.

Shelly could overcome any obstacle, and make the tough decisions no one was willing to make.

My wolf claimed her because of that strength. He demanded her hard edges. He liked the way she made me bleed when she cut me deep. I loved that she cared enough to make my blood run even as she made it boil. And I needed Trevor by my side. He was the one who let in the outside world. He brought us both full circle and I doubted I would be able to turn off the fight if it weren’t for him.

I sniffed the hallway. The scent of the entire Hart Clan lingered here. Amber was all around me. This wasn’t going to work. Getting an erection with my kid’s scent nearby would be damn near impossible.

“We are meeting in the attic, Rick.” Trevor pushed my shoulder. “Head upstairs.”

“I thought we were here for dinner?” Although what I was hungry for couldn’t be eaten with a spoon.

Trevor nodded to the bedroom we passed on the second floor. “Amber lives here. She doesn’t get into the attic.” He pointed to the door. “And they did a lot more than Febreze the place up here. Only human maids have been this far. No scents for your wolf to war with.”

Doc was right. That was my main problem. My wolf didn’t like being on another Alpha’s territory. The fact that the Alpha in residence was my daughter just added another level of discomfort. I wasn’t sure I bought it until I felt my animal side relax the second I stepped across the threshold into the attic.

I took a sniff to confirm, and suddenly,
relaxed
was no longer in my vocabulary. My mate was already here. She wasn’t breathing, but her body was close. Trevor scented her a fraction of a second after me. His body went on alert just as mine had. We were hard in an instant. And if Trevor was in half as much agony without her, we both needed some relief.

She walked forward without fanfare and sat on a small window seat. The glass behind her was double paned and incredibly thick. Our own sounds were muffled, and the steps we took were sucked into the walls instead of bouncing off them. It was as if the house was holding its breath and only our two thundering heartbeats blasted in the silence.

I could only hope that Shelly was willing to stop running. Even though she looked so stoic, I knew she wasn’t impervious to what was happening. The scent of her arousal was a drug I couldn’t ignore. She was readying herself. She wanted to be taken just as much as we wanted to take her.

Trevor made the move to touch her, and my hands burned with the same desire, but instead of reaching with him for that sleek body with the flawless strong as steel skin, I pulled at his bicep and held him back.

“You came here. Don’t you want to touch me?” She was so confident. She was so smug.

“No. Not until we talk.” I pushed my voice out hard at her. My penis was about to jump off my body and run into her sweet wet pussy, but I could control the rest of me.

Shelly’s shoulders slumped and I had to push the Alpha power over Trevor to keep him from shattering with impatience and frustration.

“I am tied to my Family. Brandon claimed the Matheo’s spot. I can’t leave. We should get used to this torture if you are never going to touch me again.”

“I said no to just sex. You are our mate.” I held onto Trevor, willing him to understand. “This will never be a simple physiological itch. You bear our marks. You feel the pull, but that is just skin. We run far deeper. You are too afraid to admit it. Until you do, sex is pointless.”

“I respectfully disagree.” Trevor flung my arm off. “We can talk about all this later, right now, not one of us has a clear head. We all need this, Rick.”

I let a low rumble go through my chest.

“I also agree that sex is not pointless.” Shelly stood and with strong sure hands began to take off her clothes. Her eyes went from mine to Trevor’s. Those silver sparks flashed as the two buttons of her polo shirt slipped through their holdings. Then, instead of pulling the shirt over her head, she gripped the lapels and pulled. Each thread that ripped was torture to my control. The individual snap of fibers raced over my skin. I felt the tear like a heated wave that seemed to endlessly torture my control.

It wasn’t just my control either. I had to push my will over my Beta. Then the slender fingers Shelly used to torture our sanity continued the strip tease. The bra went next. Her pert breasts bounced when she tossed the garment aside. I wanted to touch them. Her nipples peaked under my gaze. Then her hands flattened over her belly and those same fingers ran up over her ribs and tweaked the tips. I refocused on her face, and her eyes taunted me.

She wanted me watching her. She wanted me tempted. But I needed so much more than her body. I
had
her body. I wanted my mate.

“Now the skirt.” My words caused her hands to stop their sensual slide around her exposed skin.

“What?” Her brow furrowed.

Trevor had felt my intentions, and instead of a struggle, I now had the backing of an ally. “Your mate wants you naked. If we are going to have a chat, I agree with him that we should enjoy the body we get to ravage. If he wants to talk first, he can. I will be busy working through all the ways I can devastate you.”

Seeing Shelly speechless was a wonderful thing. Her little mouth fell open. She didn’t know how to handle both of us when we weren’t fighting with each other. Coming together needed to happen.

Our mate had a sharp bite, but with both of us here now, we could help her soften. It was time we helped her get over her fears.

“I said the skirt needed to go.” I repeated.

Shelly bristled. She had been all ready to get naked when it put her in charge. I wanted her to listen to herself as much as me. I was trying to help her admit what she wanted and, she balked. I hiked my chin up at Trevor and nodded over to Shelly.

The wordless communication I had blocked for so long was finally coming in handy. But opening my desires to Doc also opened them up to the other corner of our triangle. Whatever I’d been infected with in the mansion was gone. I’d sweated it out beating the bag. I didn’t want it now anyway. I had to be open if this was going to work.

“If you think he is going to restrain me, you have another thing coming. Nothing happens here without my say.” But Shelly did nothing to push Trevor away as his hands slid softly along the slight curve of her waist.

She couldn’t keep an eye on both of us then. So she turned to me. I had taken over. She didn’t want to give up control, but as the scent of her arousal enveloped every sense I had, it was painfully obvious she needed to. Her pupils widened as Doc’s hands began to climb. His palms rode the sides of her breasts and then he held them up for me. Shelly’s hips bumped forward slightly and I could tell that Trevor was grinding against her ass. A moan left her throat, but she tried to stifle it.

“Shelly, it’s time to come home. It’s time to rejoin your mates.” I stepped forward slowly. The mating pheromones were bouncing off the walls, but I had to get this out. If she was going to run, it was going to be after she knew what we needed. Then it wouldn’t be a chase. It would be a hunt. I had taken down many prey in these woods over the years. Hunting this little vampire would prove my best catch ever.

I hoped it would be a lot less bloody, but with a vampire who needed a strong hand in bed, I was grateful for the healing abilities my wolf afforded me.

“I am a Protector. I can’t just abandon my Family. I…oh.” Shelly’s words trailed off as I reached out and began rolling the peaks of her breasts between a thumb and forefinger.

“You can come home with us.” I told her. “You need this just as much as we do.”

“I am doing just fine,” she lied. “Oh, gods.”

I pinched harder and held the pressure for that fib. Her body began to writhe under mine. Her hips gyrated faster against Trevor. She was so wet. Every contrary word had another flood of arousal coming from our vampire. So she needed to fight a bit? Fine. It was a battle I would enjoy winning.

“I want the skirt off.” I didn’t let up the pressure on her nipples. Trevor held the pert orbs in place despite her squirming, and I pinched harder to keep the blood pooled in the tips. “Since your hands are the only ones that aren’t busy, I suggest you take care of that zipper for us.”

Shelly’s fingers didn’t shake as she lowered the zipper. The sound proofing up here had an eerie quiet around us. Though I suspect even if it hadn’t been silent, I would have been oblivious to any outside noise. There was nothing more important than the feel of her skin beneath my fingers. I needed them to be somewhere else, but I was waiting. My dick was ready to sink inside her. Her slim pencil skirt folded at her feet, and her scent let me know she was ready for it too.

I looked over her shoulder when the blaze of gold hit me. Trevor was ready for more. This was moving way too slow for him, but he wanted perfection so he waited. You would think that of all the people in this world, he would learn that nothing was perfect. We weren’t perfect, this situation wasn’t perfect, but in this moment, we could all have what we wanted.

“I think there is a pussy that is begging for attention. Touch her, but no penetration.”

“You can stop talking about me like I am not even here. I am not some damn wilting flower of a plaything. I can get fucked however I see fit. Shit.” She built up steam in her violent cursing as Trevor did exactly what I knew he would.

Shelly bucked Trevor’s forearms against my hips as she tried with no success to get his fingers to push down on her clit. He was circling that little bud until we had built this up where it needed to be.

“I will talk about my mate, because she is too stubborn to come ask for what she needs.”

“Fuck you. I want your dick inside my pussy.” Her eyes rolled for a second before she nodded behind her. “I want Trevor’s dick in my ass, and I want to be violently fucked until I can’t see straight because the thrusts have such power that they scramble my damn brains. I want to kneel in front of both of you and have a cock in each hand and pull the come from you with my mouth. I can ask for what I want. I can
take
what I want.”

“You want to come home with us.” Then in sync, I released the swollen nipples and let the blood rush back through and Trevor throttled her clit.

Shelly was right. She wasn’t a wilting flower. She never closed her eyes and I watched the gun metal orbs dilate as she orgasmed. Her mouth formed a beautiful little ‘o’ that I wanted to fill up for her. Her hips were still thrusting against Trevor’s hand when I grabbed her thong and used an extended claw to tear the tiny string. It was soaking wet after Trevor had worked his magic.

“You told us what you want sexually. Now if you came to our house, we could actually give you your sexual wishes whenever you desire.”

“Don’t you mean whenever
we
desire, Rick?” Trevor released her sweet pussy and licked his fingers clean as he came around to stand beside me. He knew as well as I did that the flare of anger our mate had at being ganged up on, was also something that she desired.

Women were confusing.

“He means that you both think that bringing me home like some cave creatures would somehow solve the problems. Do we remember what happened last time a Protector was taken from the Meyers Family?” She inhaled to grab more air for her voice, but her retort’s intensity fizzled on her tongue when I pulled my shirt up over my head. Trevor followed my lead. “I can’t just abandon the Family. They need stability.”

“You just told us they have a new Matheo. They have leadership.” I unbuttoned my jeans and tugged the zipper down slowly. I did this because I was hard as a rock and I didn’t want to risk pinching anything, and because her eyes were glued to the tiny teeth unleashing what she needed. I would have continued talking and going slowly, but she licked her lips. Those luscious little lips were wet and when her tongue darted out again, all I could think of was getting my cock down her throat.

Her eyes darted to my left, and at her expression, and the heady scent in the air, I knew my Beta was just as naked as I was. This was enough play. I reached up and grabbed Shelly’s hair. The nape of her neck sizzled against my hand. I’d pull her to my will. My wolf demanded her submission, but we both wanted her to be there because she needed it just as much as we did.

I pulled her close and licked her neck. I licked the mark I’d made. I grazed my teeth against her skin, but I didn’t clamp down. Instead, I turned her body toward my Beta. The man deserved a treat for putting up with me these past few months. Her mouth was all I could think of at the moment, and I wanted to see it as it wrapped around one of the cocks that belonged to her.

“Suck your mate. You need it just as much as he does.” And I knew for certain I was right as she didn’t struggle. She leaned forward and took his cock to the back of her throat.

Trevor’s hand pulled her hair from my grasp and he began to control the rhythm he wanted. Shelly moaned around his shaft, and I couldn’t be an inactive participant. Her body began to soften. The high shoulders relaxed, and I knew she felt the warmth of the mating pheromones wrap around her.

We weren’t whole anymore unless we were together. This joining was what would make us feel right.