“Whose turn is it to unload the supplies?” Gideon asked, bringing him out of his musings.
“I don’t know.” Granger shrugged.
“What if it’s ours?” Garth asked.
“Someone will let us know.” Granger slugged down the last of his beer, rose, and strode toward the front door. He glanced and nodded at Darian, Deacon, and Deklon Blythe as they jogged passed on their way to the airport. “That answer your question?” Granger asked just before he headed back inside. It was his turn to cook lunch. While he usually liked cooking, right now he just couldn’t be bothered. In fact, nothing seemed to be able to hold his interest for long. That had him wondering if he and his sabear were sickening for something. He snorted at that thought. He was a shifter just as his brothers and friends were. None of them had to worry about combatting illnesses or any sort. They were immune to them all.
Gideon and Garth came inside just as he’d finished preparing the vegetables and seasoning the ten steaks to cook when Deacon spoke through their pack link.
“Granger, Gideon, Garth, you need to get over here, now!”
“What’s up?” Granger asked.
“We’ve found a battered woman in one of the crates. Bring your medical kit.”
“Shit. On it.” Granger and his brothers exploded into action. Garth and Gideon raced through the house for additional supplies. Granger always kept his bag full of the necessary items he needed to treat someone, but he was glad his brothers were getting extra stuff just in case it was necessary. His heart was hammering in his chest with adrenaline, and even his sabear was moaning and chuffing excitedly. Even though he had no idea why his flight or fight instincts were kicking in, he didn’t have time to question it. Someone was hurt and needed his and his brothers’ medical expertise. It was times like this that Granger was glad he was a fully trained surgeon and his younger brothers were medics. He’d gotten his degree while serving in the SEALs. His brothers had opted to be paramedics rather than becoming doctors.
“Let’s go.” Granger yanked the front door open before racing down the steps and sprinting toward the airport. He had no idea what he was about to face, but whatever it was had his sabear in a spin. Anger surged through his body and his blood, pumping up his muscles until they were so taut his neck and shoulders began to ache. While he’d seen a lot of shit in the SEALs, he’d never get used to how evil one person could be to another. He hoped the woman wasn’t too badly hurt, but he prepared himself for the worst. What possessed a person to hurt a woman or child, he’d never be able to fathom. Those weaker should be protected not abused.
He slowed back to a jog as he entered the hangar. While he couldn’t see whoever Deacon had found, when Granger saw him, Darian, and Deklon standing around an opened crate, he hurried over. The aroma of oranges and a light floral scent drifted to his nose, making his mouth water. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth just as his sabear leapt forward, trying to take over. Granger shoved his beast back onto his ass as he inhaled again. His cock twitched as if rapidly filled with blood, his breathing escalated, and his heart beat out an excited, rapid tattoo in his chest.
He knew before he even got to the open crate that the woman inside of it was his mate. Gideon and Garth voiced his discovery simultaneously. “Mate.”
Deacon moved aside to let him get closer to the box, and when he saw the swollen bruised face of the woman the fates had created just for him and his brothers, he let loose an angry roar. His brothers’ growls echoed his fury.
“Get a hold of yourselves,” Darian ordered in a hard voice. “You’re going to end up scaring her if she wakes up.”
Granger nodded as he sucked in several deep breaths. When he was sure he had his ire and his sabear under control, he met Darian’s, Deacon’s, and Deklon’s gazes one after the other. “Why the hell didn’t you get her out of there?”
“We aren’t medics or doctors, Granger,” Deklon said. “We don’t know if she has a neck or spinal injuries. She could have broken bones.”
“Sorry.” He nodded at his friends, silently thanking them for being cautious. “We need to pull this crate apart so I can examine her.”
“I’ll shift,” Garth said.
“You can’t.” Deacon sighed. “She might not be fully cognizant, but she’s moaned a couple of times. What if she surfaces and sees you?”
Granger ignored the conversation as he gazed about the hanger. When he spied the cordless electric drill sitting on a bench off to the side, he hurried over, grabbed it, and raced back. Kneeling down he got to work removing the screws until one by one they were lifted out of the way. Garth, Gideon, and Granger gently brushed away as many of the foam pellets covering her as they could.
Gideon ran his hands up and down her legs while Garth did the same to her arms, checking for breaks and fractures. Granger knelt next to her shoulders, carefully running his fingers over the back and sides of her head, looking for lumps and contusions. While her face was bruised and swollen, it was the finger marks around her neck that had his anger ratcheting up a notch. Some fucker had tried to strangle their mate.
Garth broke the kiss, licking and nibbling his way down her neck, pausing to give attention to the sweet spot under her ear, before moving on, moving lower.
She held her breath when Granger hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the sweats and gasped when he pulled them and the boxers down over her hips, thighs, and off.
“Sexy as fuck,” he said hoarsely.
She gazed at him but he wasn’t looking at her. Following the direction of her eyes, she blushed when she realized he was staring at her trimmed hair-covered mound. Her eyelids grew heavy when Gideon and Garth both drew her nipples into their mouths, and she cried out when they started suckling firmly on the peaks. Each pull of their mouths, each lap of their tongues sent electrical bolts of pleasure straight down to her copiously weeping cunt.
She jerked when Granger placed his large, warm hands on her shins, smoothing them up until he reached her knees. He nudged her knees apart, splaying her thighs wider as he caressed his way up toward her pussy. Excited tension wove into her muscles, causing them to tauten the higher he got. Air she hadn’t noticed she’d been holding in her lungs whooshed out when he caressed his thumbs along the join of her thigh and pussy. It tickled, but it also turned her on more.
She didn’t realize she’d moved until her fingers threaded into Garth’s and Gideon’s hair. She was about to pull her hands away, but ended up gripping their short tresses instead. Whether that was to hold them in place or pull them back, she wasn’t sure. No. That’s a lie. You don’t want them to stop. Having their mouths on my breasts is the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt.
All thoughts fled when Granger caressed the tip of his finger up through her folds, starting by dipping into her creamy well, then sliding up and up. When he caressed a light circle over her clit, she bucked her hips up and cried out. That whisper of a touch had almost blown the top of her head off. She was breathing too hard to catch her breath, and her heart was thudding rapidly against her ribs.
Keisha felt as if she was about to explode, and they’d only just gotten started.
The mattress between her legs dipped as Granger dropped to his belly, his warm, moist breath puffing against her mound, caressing the short pubes. He glanced up her body until he was staring into her eyes, and then he lowered his head, his gaze still locked with hers from beneath his lowered lashes.
And then he licked her.
She jolted, her taut muscles quivering at the pleasure shooting deep into her pussy, her womb.
Gideon lifted his mouth from her nipple, kissing and licking his way up toward her ear. His panting breaths against such a sensitive place caused goose bumps to pebble all over her skin. “Easy, honey. Just relax and feel. You’re so fucking responsive. So sexy.” He nipped her earlobe before sucking it into his mouth.
Keisha closed her eyes, not able to keep the passion-heavy lids up.
She moaned when Granger swirled his tongue around her engorged nub, arching up into him, silently begging for more.
He must have heard her voiceless plea, because he wrapped his arms around her upper thighs, spreading her wider, and then he covered her clit with his mouth. She groaned as he lashed her sensitive pearl with the tip of his tongue and rimmed her pussy hole with his fingertip.
Keisha felt as if she was melting from the inside out. Her body was a blaze of hungry need that just seemed to get stronger and stronger with each passing second.
If she got any hotter, she was going to go up in flames.
Just as Gideon began to ravish her mouth, their tongue dancing, dueling, and gliding together, Granger pressed his finger into her drenched pussy.
Her internal muscles clenched as if trying to draw his finger in deeper. When he retreated slightly, Keisha bowed her hips up, trying to follow him.
Garth released her other nipple with a pop, placed his hand on her lower belly to hold her down. “Stay still, gorgeous. Granger will give you what you need. You just have to be patient.”
“Patient?” she asked stridently. She cringed when she heard the high pitch of her voice and sucked in a deep breath. “I can’t wait.”
Granger lifted his mouth from her pussy. “I’m going to take my time with you, baby. There’s no way in hell I’m rushing this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t think you can,” she panted out. “I’m not feeling any pain at all.”
“That’s good, mate.” Gideon nipped her earlobe before soothing the sting by lapping at her flesh.
“Hold her still,” Granger commanded hoarsely.
Garth and Gideon both clasped one of her wrists in her hand, lifted them above her head, and pinned them to the mattress. Gideon then splayed and hand on her ribs just under her breasts while Garth placed his widespread hand low on her belly.
Granger blew a breath of moist air over her clit, causing it to throb, just before he began to lick and lap at the aching bundle of nerves. He also began to glide his finger in and out of her wet pussy. Nerve endings came to the surface of her cunt, lighting up with pleasure as they fired to life.
Pressure began to grow in her belly as tension invaded her muscles. The coil inside of her grew tighter and tighter until she felt as if she was going to shatter. When Granger twisted his finger inside of her before retreating and stroking back in, she moaned. The pad of his finger rubbed over a hot spot inside of her, making her jolt.
And then he added a second finger.