Were She Belongs (15 page)

“I’m waiting for that to happen. The night’s still young.”

Lexi stood up and excused herself. She immediately noticed the guards Ron and Emmitt watching her. They weren’t as intimidating as Saber, but they definitely fit the role of bodyguard. They looked like two linebackers ready to tackle her if she went too far.

The farther she walked from the room, the more she had the urge to look for Andre and Paul. She searched the dining area, where she saw Paul and Andre speaking with Valco and two other men she met earlier. She forgot their names, but now she understood why Paul and Andre must have stopped talking. She headed toward the back room where a small bathroom and sitting area were located. Two French doors stood closed and were the one entrance in and out of the room.

Ron and Emmitt were on her heels.

“Miss, is there something you need?” the tall one, Emmitt, asked.

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She smiled wide, then placed her hands on her hips. “Nope.

Thanks.”

They stared at her, and she stared at them as if saying,
What do
you want?
Ron looked nervous, but Emmitt held his ground.

“They’ll be looking for you.”

“Then you can tell them I went to the ladies’ room. Thanks,” she stated, then entered the room, closing the double French doors behind her. She released an annoyed sigh. All the bodyguards, mansions, pack protocol, and werewolf stuff were overwhelming. She was used to coming and going as she pleased. Hopefully, Andre and Paul wouldn’t get upset that she left their guests for a breather. Saber probably would. She swallowed the instant lump in her throat and felt heaviness in her chest. Could being away from them actually hurt?

She dismissed the idea and looked around the room. It was just as large as the living room except decorated more like a study, with wall-to-wall books and three different sitting areas to choose from.

The main long couch with ottomans on either side sat directly in front of a lovely stone-faced fireplace. She was envious of the triplets and, of course, Sierra. The Sinclair pack was wealthy. Anyone could see that. In her younger years, she had actually thought that money could solve her problems. You can’t spend money, purchase airfare, and escape to another country if you didn’t have identification. Then, of course, identification, even fake, was costly, and she didn’t know anyone who did that, nor did she trust anyone. Lexi had tried to figure out a way to be free, but that was too difficult since she didn’t know who was after her.

She walked around the room noting the Tiffany lamps and elaborate paintings on the wall. The triple sliding-glass doors appeared to lead out to what looked like a balcony through the glass.

Curious, she pulled one open to peek outside. It had felt like weeks since she smelled fresh air. Her week at the triplets’ mansion had been spent inside the bedroom. Not that it wasn’t memorable, the
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triplets were compassionate men. She felt her body heat at thoughts of the triplets.

Slowly, she opened the door anticipating a view to match the exquisite room. Just as she thought, the view was breathtaking. Night had fallen, and the Texas sky was illuminated in bright, bold stars.

She moved toward the railing, wanting a better look at the landscape, but there was nothing but darkness beyond the depth that the house lights illuminated over the property.

She thought about the rooftop back at VALERIE’S and the skyscrapers all lined up before her. She had found peace in that view, but this, this view was breathtaking. In the distance she heard howling, and her heart picked up pace.

She wondered if the men ran through the woods in wolf form. She couldn’t even imagine such a feeling of freedom, at least not in her lifetime. For some insane reason, tears stung her eyes.

The howling grew closer and then a sense of foreboding. At the thought, large arms swooped around her, one wrapping around her waist and one covering her hand that lay over the railing.

She couldn’t move. He was huge and powerful. She panicked a moment until her senses kicked in.

“Thinking about fleeing?” Saber asked, and when she tried to turn her head back and up to look at him, he pressed against her. Now her body was wedged up between the railing and Saber’s body.

“Why would you think that?” she asked, annoyed at the hesitancy and rattle in her voice.

“It’s your MO, isn’t it?” His statement was forceful and unexpected.

She needed to gather her thoughts and calm her tone. “Why don’t you tell me, Saber?”

He nuzzled his face close to her neck and whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, feeling herself press against him in retreat. Her body may be weak around Saber, but not her mind. The hand that
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wrapped around her waist slowly moved over her ribs and up to her breast.

“I think this sweater is a little tight. Are you trying to get a wolf killed?” He pulled her against him, cupping her breast firmly through the sweater, then letting his other hand travel over her thigh to the
V

between her legs.

Lexi jumped, surprised at Saber’s brazenness and both turned on and irritated that he felt he had every right to touch her there.

“Answer me, mate,” he growled low and deep.

“Paul picked out the sweater,” she panted as he rubbed and tapped the material between her legs.

Moisture leaked from her core, and Saber inhaled her scent. An instant later he turned her toward him, pressing her body against his own with one hand flush against her backside and the other gently cupping a handful of hair beneath her head.

He pulled slowly so she was forced to look into his eyes. “Whose choice was it to wear the sweater?” he asked, eyes fierce and holding her own gaze.

What was his problem? Was it really the damn sweater?

“What does it matter?”

He growled low. “It matters to me…You matter to me, mate.” He bent lower, bringing his lips inches away from her own.

“Why are you so angry? It can’t possibly be the sweater?” she challenged him, and he tightened his hold.

“Who are you running from?”

She didn’t expect that one, and boy did she freak out. She tried to escape his grasp, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“Let go of me, Saber. Let me go,” she demanded.

“No!” he growled, then lifted her in his arms.

The sounds of wolves howling in the distance didn’t go unheard.

She felt him walk away from the balcony, but suddenly she was wedged up against the house in a dark corner. She couldn’t see
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anything until Saber pressed his body against hers and looked into her eyes. The yellow and green pigment glowed in the dark.

“You will tell me, mate, so I can protect you.”

“No…I don’t know.”

He covered her lips with his own and devoured her tongue. He pulled, sucked, and played with her mouth until she could hardly catch a breath. She felt him undo the button on her dress pants. His nimble fingers pressed the material down her hips, along with the string bikini underwear she wore.

She protested as the cold air collided with her warm skin. “Saber,”

she begged, then felt his hand cup her mound and a finger push into her hole.

He was fierce in his attack while he sucked on her neck over her collarbone and down to the cleavage of her breast, inhaling along the way.

“Mine,” he stated, before nipping her breast, making her jump.

She felt the need to have him inside her, as well as the need to fight his control. She reached down and pulled open the button on his pants, forced her fingers inside, and grabbed his cock.

That set him off, because the next thing she felt was him step on her pants to remove them from her leg, then him lift her by the globes of her ass and plunge into her depths.

Her back hit the siding of the house, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was Saber scratching that itch she was beginning to feel more often. He rocked his hips against her, and she counter-rocked against him, causing Saber to plunge deeply inside of her. She felt it to her womb and lost her breath.

She felt the coldness of the wall against her back and ass cheeks, but the feel of his cock plunging repeatedly inside her blocked out the discomfort. She knew he was a man, a beast staking his claim and making his demands known. She not only accepted it freely, but actually enjoyed it. Her body clenched him tightly, wanting more than
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it seemed her body was getting. There was a pull inside her, and Saber tightened his hold and thrust his cock harder and deeper into her core.

She moaned with pleasure, pressing the back of her head against the wall. She absorbed the feel of Saber’s large hands cupping her ass cheeks as he tried to penetrate deeper.

She felt him move his hand, then swipe a finger along her back slit, between where his cock pounded into her pussy and her cream dripped. Then he pressed forward until his finger reached the puckered hole.

He increased his speed, pumping faster and faster into her, then pushing his finger into her forbidden hole. She screamed his name, and he muffled her mouth with his own as they both came together.

They panted and gasped for air, and she held on tight. When Saber tried to dislodge himself from Lexi, she squeezed him. He got the message and held her there against the wall.

“I will find out what or whom you’re running from, Lexi. I won’t accept ‘no’ again,” he growled next to her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.

Lexi controlled her breathing and locked gazes with Saber. “And what about you, alpha? What or whom are you running from?”

He held her gaze as if her question had astonished him, and then he thrust his hips forward, his cock still hard and erect.

Lexi’s body jerked with need as she closed her eyes.

“Are you challenging me, mate?” he growled low next to her neck, before biting the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder.

Lexi refocused, gaining her breathing and then sensing Paul and Andre. “Paul and Andre,” she whispered, wiggling her hips, wanting Saber to put her back down. Saber held her in position against the wall, not even glancing over his shoulder as the doors opened behind them. Lexi tried to move, but Saber wouldn’t budge.

The doors creaked open, and both Paul and Andre emerged. Saber crinkled his eyes at her, and she hoped he didn’t realize she could hear him and his brothers.

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“Dessert comes after dinner, Saber,” Paul teased, moving toward Lexi.

“She looked too delicious to wait so long,” Saber replied, thrusting his cock inside her one more time.

Lexi blushed with embarrassment. “Saber, please.” She whispered her plea, caressing his cheek with the palm of her hand in hopes that he would let her down.

He kissed her lips as he unhurriedly pulled his throbbing cock from her body. Lexi’s legs wobbled as they slowly made contact with the ground. Glancing up to Saber, she was glad she wore high heels and that her face was more level with his chest than his stomach.

Saber began tucking his shirt back into his dress pants.

Paul walked closer toward her. “You look so fucking hot, Lex, standing here naked from the waist down and wearing high heels.” He pulled her toward him.

Lexi attempted to grab her pants off the ground, but Paul stopped her.

“I think dessert should come first for all three of us tonight,”

Andre added in a deep voice over Paul’s shoulder.

“I can’t argue with that,” Paul replied before kissing her lips and caressing her backside.

Lexi snuggled closer to Paul. His warmth was welcome against the cold air.

He reached down and cupped her mound, rubbing it gently. “Just one taste before dinner, Lex, it’s only fair,” Paul teased, bending down and placing her foot on his knee.

She instantly balanced herself by placing her good hand on his shoulder. Her vagina wept at being exposed to the men. He touched the folds and stared at what his fingers did to her body. Andre moved in behind her, cupping her breasts and acting as a support board to Paul’s invading hands.

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She felt Paul blow warm air over her folds, then push his finger inside of her. She panted for air, once again her body ready and in need of more.

In and out, in and out, he pushed one digit into her, then added another. Andre pulled her lips to his and ravished her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts through the sweater.

She felt a series of emotions and pull toward the triplets, and her body exploded. Paul scooted lower, licking and sucking away her juices, then slowly placing her foot back onto the floor.

“Delicious,” he stated, rising to stand before her, then placing a kiss on her lips. Paul switched places with Andre, and it began all over again.

Andre bent down, not even bothering to kneel and lay her foot on his thigh as Paul had. Instead he placed it over his shoulder and dove right in with his tongue. He did wicked things, and she could have sworn she felt his tongue elongate and thicken, going deeper to her core. He sucked and slurped, then licked and teased her folds before plunging deep into her depths again. But then he did something insanely erotic, and whatever it was, she nearly shot through the air as she exploded in pure ecstasy.

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It took a while for Lexi to re-dress and walk without wobbling.

The men had had their wicked way with her on the balcony, and she was ready for bed.

As the three of them entered the dining room, all heads turned toward them. It appeared to her as everyone seemed to sniff the air that they knew precisely what she and their alphas were up to.

Lexi held her chin firm and walked toward Sierra. The others began to take their seats at the dining room table.

“Your cheeks are especially rosy, Lex. Where did the four of you disappear to?” she teased, taking Lexi by the arm and escorting her to the table.