Werewolf Mates [Pack Law 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“Oh yeah, darlin’, that feels so good,” Chet groaned.

She moaned around Chet’s dick when Justin lifted her slightly from his lap and thrust his rod up into her cunt. As he withdrew again, Roan slid from her ass then surged back in. With every pump of their hips she bobbed her head, keeping in time with them while sucking on Chet’s penis.

Every time they advanced and retreated, sending shards of pleasure coursing through her body, they increased the pace. She kept up with them and hollowed out her cheeks with every pass over Chet’s cock and slurped back down over his flesh, trying to take him to the back of her throat.

“You don’t need to do that, darlin’,” Chet moaned. “Don’t go too far. What you’re doing so far feels like heaven.”

She mewled around his dick as Justin and Roan ramped up the speed of their cocks, shuttling in and out of her ass and pussy. Never had she felt such exquisite friction or such a deep connection to three people in her life. Her heart filled with joy as they made love with her tenderly and gave her hope for the future. Tears of emotion pricked her eyeballs, and her breath hitched in her chest when she inhaled through her nose. A lump of happiness formed in her heart, and she gasped around Chet’s penis. The emptiness she had carried around for so long slowly dissipated until she was so full her emotions began to bubble over. Warmth permeated her pussy and womb, travelling up to her chest and filling her soul.

Justin shifted a hand from her hips, tweaked a nipple between his finger and thumb, then caressed all the way down to her slit. He tapped lightly on her clit, sending waves of molten lava through her extremities, and then he gently squeezed her little nubbin and sent her over the edge into bliss.

Sam screamed, the sound muffled by Chet’s cock still in her mouth, shaking and jerking uncontrollably as she climaxed.

“Get ready, Sam. I’m gonna come,” Chet rumbled.

His cock swelled and jerked in her mouth, and she swallowed rapidly as his cum spewed from the tip of his penis, onto her tongue, and down her throat. Just as he pulled away, Roan and Justin began pounding in and out of her holes, their skin making slapping sounds as their bodies connected with hers. Justin squeezed a little more firmly on her clit. Throwing her head back, she screamed long and loud as another wave of nirvana swept over her, sending her into another climax. Roan yelled as he thrust his cock into her ass, his motion freezing as he held her hip firmly in one hand. Feeling his penis pulsing deep inside her only enhanced her own pleasure. Justin followed a moment later, shouting out as he spilled his seed into her cunt.

Spasms continued to rock her body, her pussy and ass quaking until finally the last wave died. Slumping against Justin, she closed her eyes and sighed with satiation.

“I love you, honey.” Sam heard Justin’s declaration, and then his two brothers repeated his words, but she was already sinking into the land of Nod and could only smile in return.

Finished with collecting dirty glass and other dishes, Sam headed back to the kitchen. The whole back end of the Aztec Club was spotlessly clean, and the kitchen was a chef’s dream. She had just found out that the club had been rebuilt only recently. Keira’s brother had tried to kill her to get ahold of her money and had set the club on fire and then kidnapped her.

Trouble seemed to follow the women who were fated to be mates of the men of the Friess Pack. She’d heard Michelle’s and Talia’s stories as well, and even though it made her feel a little better to know she wasn’t the only one to bring trouble to town, she still wasn’t comfortable knowing she was putting others in danger.

Roan gave her a smile and wink as he passed by, and a few moments later, Chet following after his brother, caught her eye, and grinned at her. Sam loaded the dishwasher, washed her hands, and went back to cook the next order up. At the moment the menu offered only the usual fare such as burgers and fries, but she had plans to offer much healthier and more appetizing food. She would have to run it by her mates and probably the Alphas as well, but she had big plans for this place now that her men had relented and let her return.

It had been nearly four weeks since Gerard had attacked her in the pack house. It had taken a lot of persuasion on her part to get back in this kitchen. Now that she was comfortable with the men in her life being werewolves, the rest of the pack had relaxed, too, and she didn’t jump or startle when a wolf came across her path any longer. She had actually gone to watch her mates and pack members shift on the night of a full moon, and even though she had been embarrassed at first, forgetting everyone would have to remove their clothes, the sight of a nude body now no longer made her cheeks turn pink.

Ringing the bell to let the other waitstaff know the order was up, she looked for the next one, but the hooks were empty. Glancing at her watch, she realized it was now after ten p.m. and no more food orders would be taken, so she set about cleaning up.

It took Sam just under an hour to clean the kitchen until it was sparkling, and since she had been working from midday, her feet were aching. She grabbed a bottle of water and made her way toward the back door. She just needed a quiet moment to breathe in some fresh country air. Slipping through the rear door, she sat down on the step and sipped at her beverage.

Hearing a shuffle of feet against the concrete in the alley, she looked intently into the darkness. Her eyesight was a lot better since she had been claimed by her mates, and even though she couldn’t see who it was, she could make out the silhouette of a tall male walking toward her. Sam stood and reached out behind her, feeling for the door handle as she stepped back into the door. Just as her hand met the cool metal of the knob, the male leapt toward her and pulled her against him. Squeaking with fright, she looked up into the demonic, evil eyes of Gerard Long. She opened her mouth to scream. No more than a squeak emerged before it was muffled by his large hand covering her mouth and nose.

Dropping the bottle, she twisted and pushed against him, using all the strength she could muster, but he was much larger and stronger than she was, so her efforts were futile. Spreading her legs to regain her balance, she lifted her knee, aiming for his crotch, but he moved quickly and she only connected with his thigh.

“Nice try, you little bitch. You’ll pay for that,” he said coldly.

Sam fought against him, but nothing she did seemed to make a difference. She was beginning to feel lightheaded and brought her hands up to claw at the hand covering her mouth and nose. Just as stars began to form before her eyes, she used her mind and called to her mates.

“Roan, Chet, Justin, help me,”
she screamed into their mind link as a prick stabbed into her neck, just before her body slumped and she passed out.

* * * *

“Sam, where are you?”
Justin asked frantically.
“Sam?”

“Fuck! What the hell is going on? Where is she?”
Roan said through their link.

Justin and his brothers hurried out from behind the bar, heedless of the fact they had customers to serve.

“She’s not in the kitchen?”
Chet asked as he passed.

“She’s not in the office either,”
Roan said.
“Where the hell could she be?”

“For fuck’s sake. Both of you calm down and use your wolf senses. She’s outside.”
Justin urgently followed their mate’s scent.

“What the hell is she doing outside? We told her not to go anywhere without letting us know first. I am going to paddle her ass when we find her,”
Chet said vehemently.

“We have to find her first.”
Justin desperately sniffed the air near the back door to the club.
“I can smell human male mixed with her, and the scent is familiar. It’s the same smell she had on her after she was stabbed.”

“It has to be that motherfucker, Long.”

“I’m going to change and see if my wolf can get a fix on Sam.”
Justin quickly began to remove his clothes.
“Keep a watch out, and if anyone comes near, make sure they don’t see me.”

“Sam, can you hear me, darlin’?”
Chet called to their mate through their mental link.
“Fucking hell. Nothing. What has that bastard done to her?”

“Take it easy, Chet. You have to get ahold of yourself. We need to keep cool heads if we are going to find our mate and have her back in our arms,”
Roan said quietly.

“I have her scent, and I can smell a chemical of some sort. I think he’s drugged her. I’m going to see which way they went.”
Justin leapt away and disappeared out of the alley. He followed the trail to where a car had been parked. Sniffing the ground, he chuffed with frustration, knowing he wouldn’t be able to track any further. He looked around, making sure no one saw him in his wolf form, and headed back to his brothers.

“Should we call for backup?”
Chet snarled.
“Did you find anything?”

“No. He had a car waiting,”
Justin explained.
“Her scent’s gone, and yes, call Greg, Jake, and Devon. We need someone to take over the bar. Not that I care, our mate is more important than the club.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the bar. We could just kick everyone out and close up.”

“Yes, I’ll get everyone out. Shit. I’d better get back in there before someone starts a riot,”
Chet snapped, heading back inside.

“I’ll call in Greg, Jake, and Devon. They can help us track our mate. It won’t be long before they get here.”
Roan sighed with frustration.

“Wait! Get Greg to run a check on Long. We need to know what his license plate number is.”
Justin’s bones began to pop, his muscles contorting as he changed back to his human form.
“See if he can get Jarrod to find him through the police database. Since he’s the sheriff and a
were
as well as a pack member, he won’t hesitate to help out. Just get Jake and Devon here, ASAP,”
Justin snarled, pulling his clothes back on as Roan handed them to him one piece at a time.

“Jarrod, I need your help,”
Roan called to Jarrod through the common pack mind link.
“I want you to run a Gerard Long through the system. He has our mate. If you can find his registration details, I want you to put an APB out on him.”

“Sure, I’ll get back to you as soon as I have something,”
Jarrod replied.

“Jake and Devon are here,”
Chet informed his brothers from inside the bar.
“We can head to the sheriff’s office and be on hand as soon as Jarrod has any information.”

“Okay, let’s meet at the truck. I want the vehicle close so we can head out as soon as Jarrod gets a reading on the fucker.”
Justin headed out front.

Chet was already in the driver’s seat with the engine running when Justin and Roan converged on the vehicle. He took off before they had their doors closed. Moments later the truck screeched to a halt outside the sheriff’s office. All three of them were out of the truck and inside seconds later.

“Have you got anything?” Justin called out as soon as he stepped inside.

“Yeah,” his cousin Jarrod answered. “He’s driving a silver late-model sedan. I’ve already put out an APB on him. If he’s anywhere close, one of my deputies will spot him and call in.”

“Fuck! I can’t stand the thought of Sam being with that bastard. She has to be so scared. I’ll rip his fucking head off his shoulders when I find him,” Justin snarled.

“Hang on a minute,” Jarrod said and turned to the radio. “Go ahead, Malcolm, what have you got?”

“I just spotted the car you put an alert on. It’s heading south on 550 toward Nageezi. There was a woman in the passenger seat. I’m following from a distance, awaiting further instructions,” Malcolm stated.

“Just keep them in sight. Do not apprehend, repeat, do not apprehend. I’ll let you know what’s happening soon,” Jarrod said and signed off. Turning toward Justin and his brothers, he pinned them with a look.

“You know we can’t let him get away with taking our mate, Jarrod. If it was your mate, you’d want to get to her and keep her safe. We’ll let you and your brothers be backup, but we are the ones going in to rescue her,” Justin said vehemently.

“We don’t even know for sure where this guy is taking your woman. He may decide to drive through the night,” Jarrod suggested.

“No, I don’t think he will. He’s been after Sam for six months already. I think he’ll stop the first opportunity he can. He’s probably got someplace all set up in preparation,” Roan said.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me about this shit before? I could have had this Long guy watched before now,” Jarrod snapped.

“First of all, Sam didn’t want anyone to know what was going on. She had a conniption when she found out that we told Jonah, Mikhail, and Brock that she was on the run.” Justin took a breath when his wolf made itself known in his garbled voice. “Secondly, you know as well as everyone else in the pack that we have been working our way up to the rank of Beta. We are going to handle this alone so that our Alphas know we can handle more responsibility.”

“Jonah already knows you and your brothers are Betas,” Jarrod said. “He was going to announce it on the next full moon. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone. I understand your need to rescue your mate, but don’t go in half-cocked and put her in even more jeopardy. We are trained to handle this sort of thing. I want you to promise to call out if you need any help. You can’t risk the life of your mate with your stubborn ass.”