Rhion Jones looked at the text message on his cell phone.
They’re victims not perpetrators. Taking them to First Aid.
“Well thank you, Maelor, that doesn’t tell me anything.” As Cadfael’s second-in-command, Rhion was used to jumping into situations where he had absolutely no clue what was going on, hoping someone would help him out before he made a total idiot of himself. This looked like yet another one of those days. He considered knocking on Cadfael’s door and asking for some information, then shrugged and ran down the stairs to level four. Four was the top level of the mall itself, the highest floor where customers were welcome to walk around unsupervised. Opposite the movie theater and three restaurants was a double glass door into the professional suite. Immediately inside that area was a desk where Sophie the receptionist sat, fielding phone calls and visitors.
In truth, the “professional offices” were for the management of the mall, and the general running of the pack. On higher floors several pack members had their own apartments. The list of businesses on the signboard was just for show and no floor levels were listed. The only way to use the elevator in this area was with a swipe card and to know which floor button to press. Of course, someone could steal a swipe card then press each button until one activated the elevator, but it hadn’t ever happened. Besides, the intruder would still have to break into the apartment he reached on the level he’d accessed anyway. It wasn’t a perfect system, but it was unobtrusive and reasonably secure.
Rhion smiled at Sophie, pleased he’d arrived before Maelor Powell and whoever he was with, and stepped into the office designated for the center manager, who was Dylan Upjohn. “What’s going on?”
“Fuck if I know. Cadfael saw two women running and thought they might be shoplifters. Maelor and Dakota went to investigate and Dakota’s asked the nurse to make up beds for them.”
Just then he heard Dakota speaking to Sophie, and he and Dylan walked to Dylan’s doorway. The nurse came bustling out of the First Aid room.
“Oh, you poor babies. You do look exhausted. Come with me and have a nice nap.” She ushered the two women into the room and shut the door with a snap.
Rhion felt the urge to giggle but managed not to. No one ever upset the nurse. He rather thought they’d find their balls nailed to the wall if they attempted it.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Come into my office,” added Dylan.
Yeah. That was a better idea. An innocent customer could walk through the doors into this area at any moment, and Sophie would find out everything from the nurse sooner or later anyway.
Dylan poured them all a cup of coffee from his personal machine, but even that didn’t clear his brain much as Dakota told them what she knew.
“An abusive boyfriend. Oh well I expect Nurse Eilidh will get the story from them. Thanks, Dakota and Maelor.”
The two guards left the office and Rhion sat down to wait. He knew the nurse would be able to give them a fuller picture when the time was right. It wasn’t much more than twenty minutes later when she tiptoed into the room.
“They’re both asleep, poor mites.”
Mentally Rhion shook his head. “Babies” and “mites” didn’t really apply to the two women. They were young and tired-looking, yes, but adults not children.
“So what’s the story?” he asked.
“You might want to Google Bailey Hamilton and see what you can find out about him. He’s been abusing the younger one. She had a dream or some such that she told him about, and he’s been using that to try to have her declared mentally incompetent. It made me wonder if she’s the heir to some wealth, or some property he wants to take from her, although surely she’d have willed it to her sister, not to a mere boyfriend. Anyway he’s chased her halfway across the state. I’d like them to stay here for a few days until they get their strength back. They’re both totally exhausted.”
Rhion thought. They did have a couple of vacant apartments. They used them for when guests visited. But letting two human women stay in the heart of a mostly male wolf pack was a bit unusual. “If I let them use 7C would you be prepared to stay with them?” he asked.
“Of course. There’s nothing wrong with Hawthorne’s mental faculties. She asked me how my name was spelled and what it meant, and then Willow commented that Maelor’s name was Welsh as well.”
“So what did you say?” asked Dylan.
“What we always say. My name is spelled E-I-L-I-D-H, pronounced Aylee, and means light. And the reason for the Welsh names is that this area was settled by Welsh immigrants a couple hundred years ago and the names have stayed. I also told her that she’d likely meet more people with the last name Jones, none of whom were related to the others, here, than on the Welsh rugby team.”
The time half of the fifteen Welsh rugby players were named Jones, none of them related to any of the others, had gone down in history. Laughing, Rhion chanted, “Adam Rhys Jones, Dafydd Jones, Ryan Jones, Stephen Jones, Mark Jones, Adam M. Jones, Alun Wyn Jones, and Duncan Jones.”
Eilidh bustled away again, and Rhion stood. “Okay put them in 7C. I’d better get back to my own job.”
“We can talk about that later. Right now, something else has come up,” said Cadfael.
Willow giggled. Something had indeed come up. It was thick and hard and was trying to find its way into her pussy. She wiggled until his cock was properly at her entry then sank down over him, absorbing his erection into her cunt. He was just as good as Rhion, stretching and filling her completely. Cadfael bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth licking and sucking on it, making her gasp with the intense sensations roaring through her body.
Rhion sat behind her rubbing her back, stroking her spine, gradually petting her skin lower and lower until he’d parted her ass cheeks and was teasing her rosette.
Willow gulped. Damn that felt good. It had been a very long time since anyone had touched her there. But then, it’d been a long time since she’d been in a relationship. Her parents’ deaths had totally absorbed her in the need to deal with their estate. She’d had to be the adult in the family to care for Hawthorne. Suddenly there’d been no time for anything but the house, Hawthorne, and her job.
Now, however, with two men touching and teasing her skin, she was more than willing to think about sex again. And despite the two orgasms she’d already delighted in tonight, she was willing to go for a third.
Deliberately she pushed back on Rhion’s finger, letting him know she was onboard with his thoughts. There was splashing behind her, but she couldn’t turn around to look, as Cadfael was holding both her breasts, licking and sucking the nipples, the areolas, and a whole lot of her flesh into his mouth. The suction was almost making her scream with desire. She wanted him to move his cock, to pound into her, but she understood that Rhion was about to join them and she had to wait for him.
“I’ve never had two men at once,” she said.
“It’s the best sex a woman can have. It’s extreme. Two men filling her until she can’t take anything more. I promise you the biggest orgasm ever,” said Rhion, licking the back of her neck. Then Cadfael lifted her out of the water, and balanced them on the side of the hot tub. Cadfael spread his legs wide apart, so Rhion could open her ass cheeks. He inserted a slippery finger inside her and began opening her up for his cock. He stroked the inside walls of her rear channel, teasing every nerve ending, until she couldn’t keep quiet.
“Shit, Rhion. I need you in there. It’s too much. I’ll come before you even fuck me.”
“I like the way you keep coating my cock with your hot cream,” said Cadfael, kissing her lips.
“Are you hot, little one? Needy?” asked Cadfael, rubbing his finger on her clit.
“Yes.” Willow wanted to push forward and force him to press harder on her clit, but if she did that she wouldn’t have as much pressure on her ass, and she desperately needed Rhion in there right now.
“In that case, I believe we can get two more orgasms out of you. One now, and one when we fuck you.”
Cadfael lowered his mouth to her breast again, licking, sucking, then biting her nipple, but his finger on her clit never stopped circling and tugging her hot little button.
Behind her Rhion was driving his cock into her ass, forcing her channel to open for him, and burning like fire over a million hypersensitive nerve endings.
Willow exploded into release, her cunt and ass grabbing hold of the two huge cocks filling her. She sagged between the two men, her body limp and shaking, yet still incredibly aroused.
Her body was still completely relaxed when the men gripped her hips and Cadfael withdrew his cock from her. She opened her mouth to complain, then he began to push back inside and Rhion started to withdraw. She was fulfilled from her latest release, but even so, it only took her a few moments to work out that this was how they’d fuck her. One pushing in as the other withdrew. So there was always someone inside her, yet always movement as well. It was a strange feeling, but most definitely arousing, and her orgasm had never totally died down. It was still flickering deep in her core.
Before long she was tightening her inner muscles pushing back onto Rhion and forward onto Cadfael. She threaded her fingers through Cadfael’s blue-black hair and gripped his scalp to give herself a little more leverage as she wiggled her hips and pushed down on the cocks. Faster and faster the men pounded into her but it wasn’t fast enough. The orgasm was teasing her. It was right there. Right there. Right—