Mikayla woke up in a darkened room, wondering two things. One was where the hell she was, because she didn’t think she was in her bed. The other was why her head felt so strange. Then it came back to her. The twinges she felt were because she’d been attacked, and oh shit, she was likely in her attacker’s bed, except she no longer felt like a raging nympho in the grip of a sex-starved heat. That was very clearly because the Prince Charming from hell wasn’t around. The room held only a twin-sized bed, a dresser that looked like it had been around since the dawn of time, and a rickety nightstand. She didn’t see a phone nor her purse, which held her cell phone and her weapons. Mr. Awful must have that as well as her jacket and her shoes, though she remained fully clothed.
Hearing voices in the distance, she crept out of bed, fighting against the dizziness that threatened to claim her and slowly making her way to the room’s only window. It was barred, so she couldn’t climb out. Mikayla tested the bars. She was stronger than a human woman, but she couldn’t just yank them off. Fitting her hands between the bars, she tried the window and was surprised but gratified to find that she could lift it a few inches. Cold air rushed in and she kneeled down to see if she could spot anyone on the street. Damn. No such luck.
It was dark outside, but from what she could see, the window either faced the back of the building or the side. The cement construction that served as the room’s view was most likely another building. Screaming would only alert her attacker to the fact that she was up, as it seemed extremely unlikely that anyone would hear her and come to her rescue.
Mikayla quietly shut the window. She’d have to find another escape. The door to the room had been left slightly open, so she crept toward it to peer out. There was a light on in the hall, but she couldn’t see very far, not without opening the door all the way. What she could do was hear people talking, including the one who had attacked her. Her mate.
Both voices were male, deep, and angry. “Why the fuck did you let her get hurt?”
Her mate’s voice growled. “What else was I supposed to do? Let her scream and bring them all running?”
“What does she weigh? A buck twenty?” the other voice snarled.
“Let’s just decide what to do next. Okay? Standing here arguing won’t help.”
“So what’s your brilliant plan for getting our mate to trust us after you attacked her like that?” the other man asked. “Damn, you’re such a bonehead.”
Mikayla needed to sit down. Our mate? Their mate? Both of them? She was glad they weren’t in scenting range. If they came too close, she couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t simply strip for them instead of trying to get away. She’d always fantasized about the day she would meet her fated, and it was an incredible letdown to discover they were criminals. At least they hadn’t taken her clothes off. One of them had knocked her out cold and put her to bed, but he apparently hadn’t wanted to take things that far.
“Easy for you to criticize. You weren’t the one fighting her. She bit me!”
“Big deal. The big scary she-wolf bit you. What did you expect? She probably thought you were some maniac planning to take her home and chop her into little pieces or something.”
“I could have let her scream and blow our whole operation. Maybe you’d rather our mate end up in Ulric’s hands instead. You should be thanking me, dickhead.”
“Shh… Shut up. I think she’s listening,” dickhead said.
How did he know? Mikayla was sure she hadn’t made a sound. What should she do? Should she try to run? She had no idea where she was or how to get out of there. And to top that off, she didn’t feel too steady on her feet. No, she’d get back in the bed and wait for her chance grab a weapon and escape.
Mikayla had barely made it back to the bed when the door creaked open. She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. If she was lucky, they’d think Dickhead had been wrong and she hadn’t been up after all. Her breathing, though. She could only hope it didn’t give her away.
The nearness of her mates immediately threw her body back into overdrive, whether they were criminals or not. Her wolf wanted to present herself to them, and an image of her on the bed with her bare ass pointed toward the ceiling flitted through her mind. She hadn’t even gotten a good look at them, knew nothing about them except that they were probably worst type of men, yet her clit throbbed so much she had to stop herself from reaching down to touch it.
Damn fate and biology to twin boiling hells because her body didn’t care what kind of men they were. It only cared that her mates were in the room. One of them inhaled deeply and noisily, and she knew he’d scented her arousal. Holy fucking hell.
Mikayla’s shower had washed away some of the female musk Jack loved so much. But it was still there, just under the scent of soap and whatever body lotion she’d decided to apply. His nostrils flared, trying to draw more of it in as he grabbed her ass cheeks and pushed his head between her legs.
His wolf wanted him to fuck her and fuck her hard. The man inside needed that, too, but first he wanted to taste her pussy, freshly shaved just for him and Hunter. He growled in need and felt her tremble under his touch, spreading her legs a little wider on the bed. Her need must be just as great as his.
At the first touch of his tongue to her pussy, the fingers she’d been rubbing along her slit stilled and she gasped. Jack smiled at the sound. He planned to hear much more of that, all through the night. He licked at her fingers, which were wet with her cream, until her hand fell away and he had full, unfettered access.
Mikayla bucked when his tongue touched her clit, and he squeezed her tight, holding her steady while he flicked at the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. Then he flattened his tongue and licked the length of her clit back down to her entrance, savoring the cream that spread out onto his tongue, before licking his way back to her clit.
Jack loved the sound of her gasps and groans as he laved her pussy back and forth from the entryway waiting for his dick to her hardened clit. He loved the way she whimpered when he scraped her lightly with his teeth and the way she begged him to fuck her when he sucked on her pussy lips.
For as much as he pleasured his woman, though, he angered his wolf with every second he spent licking and sucking at her cunt when he could be stretching it with his cock. Still, he continued, wanting to bring her over at least once before he let the beast have his way. It wouldn’t prove a long wait. Her cream, her scent, her movements told him she was close as she bucked and pushed back against his mouth. When he stiffened his tongue and pushed it inside her pussy, her cries grew louder and longer, and his dick jumped in response. Jack clutched at it, gripping it tightly, willing the wolf to just hold on, then stroking firmly up and down as he pushed his tongue in and out of her harder and faster.
“Oh, yes, Jack. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.” Her body tensed with her words, and he let go of his cock to thrust two fingers inside her as he fastened his lips her over clit again. She came, yelling his name as her pussy clenched hard against his fingers. He smiled against her, stroking her inner walls through the last flutters of her climax. He smiled because that was only the first of the climaxes he intended to give her throughout the night. But most of all, he smiled because now it was time to let the wolf have its way.
Jack withdrew his fingers from her pussy and sucked off the juices that soaked his digits. He pushed his face hard against her pussy then, rubbing his face roughly between her legs, in her scent, in her cream. He didn’t stop, the animal wouldn’t let him, until he’d coated his face with her juices, then he quickly moved to kneel behind her, pushing hard into her pussy with a growl. She took him, that tight, wet fucking mouth squeezed him so hard he closed his eyes and held his breath, fighting against spilling his seed too soon. It was a very near thing. Only once he got himself under control again did he fuck in and out of her, slowly at first. He pushed deep, balls deep, and pulled out to the tip, then buried himself inside her again. And she pushed back against him, taking every inch with soft little groans. But it wasn’t enough. His wolf wouldn’t just fuck her. The beast wanted to plunder her pussy, so Jack gave up the fight and let him.