Westmore Wolves Series: Shapesifter Collection Bks 1-5 Page 11

  Stop it!

  “As I was saying, we need to give the lady her space. Let’s take this into the den where we can talk about things a bit further.”

  Finally, some sense. “Thank you.” Nervously, she ran her hand through her hair. The heat slid beneath her skin, fogging her thoughts. Grayson backed off, but she could feel his eyes on her like a caress.

  “Both of you, follow me to the den, now.” His eyes snapped with a fierce green light and she found herself hypnotized by their luminescence.

  “You first.”

  Medina clamped her lips together and marched forward, her eyes locked on the svelte movement of the man in front of her. Graceful like a cat, he carried himself with a commanding but guarded air. Thomas opened a door down the hall pausing just inside to let them pass before locking it behind him.

  “You locked the door.”

  “I did.” He fixed her with an unyielding glance. “Explain to me now what this is about before it goes any further.”

  The accusation in his gaze pained her but she held up her chin and stared him down. “I don’t have to tell you anything. I came here for a job to be a tutor to your daughter. If you find that I’m unqualified I’ll leave.”

  “Before or after you get a good look at my home and my work? Is that it?” Thomas’s eyes flashed again behind his glasses, the wholesome good looks a mask to what lay beneath.

  “I didn’t…” Medina turned away.

  “Look at me.” His voice brooked no argument and Medina complied.

  “I’m leaving. You can just say I was never here. I didn’t touch anything. All I did was fall asleep in your guest room for a couple of hours.” A wild flash of grief ripped through her. This had been her chance and even that was ruined now. Damn her sisters and their insistence on “one more score.” Let them try it now without her and her girls and see how far they got into a museum.

  Her gaze passed from one man to the other and she longed to have just one moment of bliss before she went. Surely she could keep her wits about her long enough?

  She swallowed, her eyes captured by Grayson’s heated gaze. Nervously, she moistened her dry lips.

  “Thomas. I think we may have a complication.” Grayson watched her with troubled eyes, then sought out the other male. “What happened between us today was the start of something, but…did you sense anything else just now?”

  “I don’t think so.” Thomas removed his glasses, setting them on a side table. “What do you mean?” He drew his lips in thoughtfully.

  “Look at her. I went to her door and the second we were in close quarters I knew.” Grayson approached and held out his hand. Medina went to him, her skin electric fire when she touched him. “I think she’s our third. Our mate.”

  Why did she just run to him? She wasn’t a dog needing his approval. But as her eyes met his and she found the recognition there, something sparked between them that couldn’t be denied. And what did he mean by a third?

  “I don’t understand.” She fought to tear her eyes away from Grayson long enough to search out Thomas. “Did you just say I was your mate?”

  Thomas gazed at them with a troubled expression.

  “If you don’t believe me, touch her.”

  “Are you a siren? Here to lure men to their deaths with your beauty?” He slowly edged his way toward them and took her hand in his.

  A siren?

  How could anyone confuse her with a siren?

  “No,” she gave a breathless sigh. “I’m not a siren.” She started to laugh but he tugged her into his embrace for a searing kiss. His rigid arousal betrayed his attraction and she moaned, trying in vain to push against him, but the arms around her were as immovable as stone.

  “God. You feel it too.” Grayson gazed at them both in wonder. “I thought I was losing my mind.”

  Thomas nodded, confusion in his eyes. “You and I are so new. I thought that it might be…but it is, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. Can you smell her arousal?”

  “I can.” His eyes narrowed on Medina. “Are they on their way?”

  “Who?”

  “Your sisters? Are you here as a plant?”

  What? The? Hell?

  “No, they’re not. I answered your ad so I could get away from them.” She didn’t want to have to explain and it wasn’t any of their business. She pushed against him but he held her arms at the shoulders.

  “Tell us.”

  “I don’t owe you anything. Look, I don’t expect you to believe me. I can’t even believe what it is they’ve done.” Thomas released her and she faced them both. “I came here for a new start. It’s true what you said. I just want to leave it behind me.”

  Thomas gazed at her, his face a mask, eyes glittering. “Fine. Then you won’t mind a change in your job description then.” His smile was without humor and she took a step back.

  She tried to focus on what he was saying, but all she wanted to do was feel them against her and feel their teeth on her throat and their hands on her body.

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I…we… don’t need a tutor. We need a wife.”

  The blood left Medina’s face. “I don’t understand.” Medina looked from Thomas to Grayson, disbelief rolling through her in waves. “The position I came here to fill was to help your daughter. Nothing more.”

  Her rational brain fought against what he was saying, but her body was fast overtaking her will to refuse. Her snakes danced beneath her skin and her belly gave a nice little flip.

  They wanted her?

  No…not if they knew.

  “The rules of the game have just changed.” Thomas moved forward, a determined glint in his eyes. “I believe we were sorely misled in the initial arrangement. You have only two choices as I see it. Please, Grayson, correct me if you think I’m wrong here.”

  The other man’s eyebrow arched upward. “Go on.”

  “Your options are these. You remain here with us as our wife or I’ll have Grayson contact the proper authorities.”

  Medina blanched, her stomach twisted in protest. “You wouldn’t.”

  “My stone beast feels you belong here, Ms. Argos. I have cause to support my mate feels the same way.”

  “I do.” Grayson stepped forward, a wry smile on his face. “You were excited when you saw us this afternoon, weren’t you?”

  “I…” Heat infused her cheeks and her body reacted. She nodded, her eyes lowered to the floor.

  “I thought so. Your arousal gives you away.”

  “No…” She backed away, disbelief sliding through her. This couldn’t be happening. “You can’t just do this. I’m leaving. Now.”

  “Try it and see what happens. I didn’t say we would call the human authorities. We follow pack justice and what you’d have to face would be a much uglier fate than mere humans could ever offer you.” Grayson growled, his form changing right in front of her to that of a great stone beast with wings that could easily span the room.

  Stone.

  He wasn’t human. Her eyes shot from one to the other. From the chiseled muscular lines of the stone god before her or the intense man at his side. Was he the same, this Thomas? Could he be of stone too?

  What was already stone couldn’t be effected by her curse could it?

  She couldn’t dare to hope.

  Medina backed away toward the glass, desire and fear at war within her. These men were different, she felt it in her bones. They meant what they said. About the authorities and about the heat that pulsed between her thighs. She was afraid of what would happen if she said yes, but exhilarated at the same time. Could they really want her?

  No. Not if they knew what and who she was. The thought left her with an inexplicable feeling of emptiness.

  “I need to protect my daughter and I’m going to make sure I do just that. If you stay here you will be our mate in no uncertain terms. If not, the authorities will be contacted within the hour.”

  “I can’t.” Her voice bro
ke and tears slid down her cheeks. In this life she’d never touched a man. Not after the nightmares inflicted their pain and horror on her. It was as if with every dream, she relived the event of her past life over and over again. She’d never wanted anyone. Not in centuries. Life after life lived alone until she looked into Grayson and Thomas’s eyes and found a glimmer of hope.

  She wrapped her arms around herself and sank down onto the floor. “You don’t understand.” And now that she finally wanted to, the goddess’s curse was even more bluntly thrown in her face. If she took a chance and gave in to her desires, she may very well end up being the new owner of two very studly looking statues and that she couldn’t do. Not when she found herself looking into two pairs of eyes that burned with the same desire that flooded her veins.

  “You may want to rethink that. You’re wanted on at least three continents. You and your sisters. What I don’t understand is the whole Gorgon thing and what the hell you did to the last museum guard to turn him to stone. Are you a witch? Is that it?”

  “No.” Her response was barely audible, but both men seemed to hear her. “I’m not a witch. I can’t be arrested. People would die.” She swallowed and shook her head, eyes pleading. “Please. Don’t make me do this. I can be gone in the morning. You’ll never hear from me again.” The last words felt like ash on her tongue but she meant them. Every word. Anything to protect the world from the vile curse that tainted her.

  Thomas knelt down in front of her and captured her lips with his. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  Chapter Five

  Thomas cringed at the tone he took with his little mate, but she needed to see reason. He glanced at Grayson and he felt an agreement pass between them. This was what they had both been searching for but neither had known or even understood. The last piece of the puzzle. It was just mind numbing that everything was falling into place so quickly. He didn’t know what sort of shifter she was, but he thought he caught the hint of serpents.

  “You’ll go back to your room and think things over. But know this. We won’t hesitate to call the authorities should you decide to leave in the night. Carrick’s wolves are known for their tenaciousness and so, for that matter, am I.” Grayson held out his hand and Medina took it, her eyes downcast. Her lip trembled at his touch and for a moment Thomas actually believed she was afraid.

  Good.

  He’d hate to see her led off in cuffs should her sisters make an appearance. But then again, the idea of her in cuffs, bent over the back of his couch while he claimed her just about tested the limits of his endurance.

  “Dinner will be in an hour. We expect you to dress and talk with Gabby as if you were here under normal circumstances. I don’t honestly know how a three person mating works, but I can tell you this, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

  “Then give me a month to take it all in. Please.” Her chin was set and he could read the stubborn stance of her shoulders. He would allow her this one thing, but no more. Not when all he wanted was to taste the sweet nectar of her lips once more and bury his aching cock in her sweet pussy.

  He couldn’t take it anymore. This was a mating and he would lay claim on her. Now. Then she could have all the time she wanted.

  “You’ll have your month but not before we claim you.” He met Grayson’s eyes and his mate nodded. They hadn’t had time to finish what they started and he hungered to feel him against his skin.

  “No.” She pulled free of Grayson’s grip on her and backed toward the door. “You promised. One month.”

  “I didn’t say we wouldn’t take what is ours.” Thomas stalked forward, the curvy female’s arousal rallying his beast to a frenzy beneath his skin.

  She sucked in a breath, emotions playing across her face. Her lips parted in desire but she shook her head.

  ****

  They were watching her, their nostrils flared, desire darkening their eyes. Her pulse pounded in her veins and her pussy slickened. Did they mean to mate her? Now?

  Oh goddess. What if something went wrong? She tried to fiddle with the lock but hands were on her, stopping her before she ever even got started.

  “Oh, no. Not so fast.” Thomas caught her wrist and tugged her forward, the force of the movement sending her tumbling into his arms. He edged her toward the couch, spinning her around so she fell on her stomach, her ass in the air.

  “So hot.” Thomas moved behind her, his erection pressing at her entrance through her jeans. Only the thin fabric of their clothes kept him from entering her body and easing the torture they were putting her through.

  “Please…”she whimpered. She couldn’t weaken but the lust streaming through her was a siren song impossible to resist. The harsh handling of her body should have pushed her into panic mode, but in these men’s capable hands all she wanted to do was spread her legs and take them inside her.

  “Look at me, Medina.” She raised her head to find Grayson in front of her on the other side of the couch, his hands wrapped around his cock. His skin lifelike, but gray as stone, he was beautiful. His hair swept down the sides of his face but as she watched his transformation was complete. Full gargoyle, Thomas watched her, his eyes filled with unearthly fire.

  Her snakes shivered and preened. He was stone. Delicious stone. They wanted to wrap themselves around him and lick along his flesh to see if it indeed felt as hard as it looked.

  Her mouth went dry and she didn’t protest as she was lifted from the back of the couch and her own jeans unfastened and tugged down her ankles. Her soaked panties joined them seconds later in a pile on the floor. He slid his hands around to her breasts and pinched them through the lace of her bra. She moaned, and wiggled against him, eager for his touch and hating him at the same time.

  “You’re a bastard,” she hissed, wriggling against his hardness. Why was he still wearing clothes and she was naked?

  Thomas jerked the shirt over her head and threw it with the other clothes and had her bra off in a quick snap of the wrist. “I know. What I really want to do is spank that round white ass but that will have to wait till later. Now, bend over the couch.”

  The authority in Thomas’s voice sent ripples through her and she obeyed. Her eyes rested on Grayson as he freed his cock from its confines and began to stroke its length.

  “You want this inside of you, don’t you, girl?” He watched her with heat in his gaze as his member grew longer and thicker with each thrust against his palm.

  She did. The fact that he was something other than human had her senses in a whirl.

  “I…” She started to speak but her words halted in a squeak as Thomas moved behind her, his thick cockhead teasing the entrance to her pussy.

  “You’re wet for me already. Such a good girl.” He gripped her by her hair and jerked her head back, her breasts bouncing with the movement.

  Nipples taut with excitement, she cried out as he released her hair and gripped her hips, entering her with one soul rending thrust.

  Medina cried out as her body struggled to accommodate him, stretched beyond anything she’d ever felt before. So full, so…oh goddess. There was no way to know where she ended and he began. Panting, she kept her eyes on Grayson, the intimate moment more intense than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.

  “Tell me what you want.” Thomas pulled out, leaving her empty, her pussy clenching around nothing at all. He slid his hands along her sides, his fingers mapping out her skin as if he could read her secrets just by touching her.

  “I want…” She blushed and turned her eyes away from Grayson.

  “Tell him. Tell me.” Grayson growled, his eyes glowing with savage fire.

  “Fuck me.” It was a whisper, but when Thomas grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to bear her neck, she moaned. “Fuck me!”

  He released her hair and slammed into her body, filling her more deeply than the first time, all the way to the hilt. His balls slapped at her as he took her, grinding his hips with each brutal thrust.


  Thomas reached beneath her and found her clit, teasing her toward completion. He pounded inside of her, a piston of animal lust that made her body sing. She was grateful for the couch beneath her as his movement sent her soaring and her knees went weak.

  Sparks shot off behind her eyes and she felt the snakes dance underneath her skin. No. Oh goddess, not now. She shut her eyes as the first tremor of her passion spasmed through her, opening them to reveal Grayson as his cock erupted in his hand.

  She hadn’t…wait. He was stone. There was no danger with him. Relief flooded through her at the same time as Thomas plunged deep with his thick, hard cock.

  Thomas jerked inside of her, reaching once more for her clit. “Come now, little mate.” His voice was strained, like he was holding back until she found her bliss.

  She didn’t want to wait. Not anymore.

  With a cry, she succumbed to the pleasures he inflicted on her body, letting the whirlwind of sensations from inside her and along her skin melding into one perfect moment of earth shattering happiness.

  Thomas stroked her and she cried out, her pussy spasming as she came all over his cock. With a roar, he shuddered against her, hot seed splashing the inside of her womb. He wrapped his arms around her, burying his teeth into the skin of her neck.

  The pain blended with the reverberations sliding through her body and she ground herself against him, trying to get as close to him as she could, his cool flesh soothing against the heat thrumming through her.

  She was claimed. By one of them, at least. Sagging against the couch, she let out a gasp as he moved within her once again, sliding free, his arms reaching around to gather her close.

  “Well, then.” He placed a kiss along the back of her neck. “I think we should all retire to our rooms to clean up and join Gabby and Mrs. Talbot downstairs for dinner.”

  Grayson looked on her body with hunger in his eyes. “I second that.” He moved forward around the couch and ran his fingers down the side of her face. “Now go get changed before I finish what he started.”