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He was hot and ready but when she bucked up against him
he chuckled and held still. He kissed her, his mouth like hot silk before he
began nibbling at her neck. Kyle leaned down beside them and began sucking on
her nipples until she was moaning. “Please,” she begged.
    “So impatient.” Jake gave her a soft, rolling
thrust and she let out a groan.
    “Gods, I love it when you do that.” He did it
again. The third time, she had her nails dug into his ass and was trying to
force him faster with her ankles around him.
    “Share the love, Jake.” Kyle nipped at
Ellie’s neck and teased at her breasts. “My turn to drive her crazy.”
    “Go wash off then. I need to make her come
first.”
    Kyle grumbled and went to the bathroom. Jake
kept up the slow rolling thrust but wouldn’t let her get over the edge. She needed
hard, ramming strokes and he was making her mewl in need.
    Ellie jumped at the sound of one of their
cell phones ringing.
    Kyle muttered an oath, shutting off the water
and moving to the dresser. “It’s the Batphone,” he said. The ringtone was for the
phone they kept for shifter emergencies which meant bad news. “What?” Kyle
growled into the mouthpiece. Then, “Shit. Ok.” He hung up.
    “Tell me it’s not a metaphysical emergency,”
Ellie said, panting at Jake’s slow rocking movement.
    “Yes,” Kyle groaned, leaning back against the
dresser. “Fuck.”
    “How much time do we have?” Jake asked,
looking down into Ellie’s eyes and giving her a soft smile. “I can get you
there fast.”
    “None. It’s Taggert. He’s one of us, Uruz
pack. He’s on the porch. He called because we didn’t hear him knocking. He
needs immediate shelter.”
    “Dammit.” Jake withdrew from Ellie and she
shuddered, curling around herself. “Sorry, baby.”
    “I know, I know.”
    “Why don’t you hop in the shower. We’ll see
what’s up.”
    Kyle hauled on jeans and went to the door,
Jake not far behind him. Ellie noticed his muffled grunt as he stuffed his cock
in so he could zip the fly.
     

 
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    “Taggert, your timing blows,” Kyle stated as
he opened the door. Jake rolled his eyes at Kyle and then caught the injured werewolf
before he collapsed into the vestibule.
    “How bad are you injured?” Jake asked,
hauling Taggert’s arm over his shoulder.
    “Bleeding…pretty badly right now.”
    Kyle moved to support Taggert from the other
side. “How did you even get here?”
    “Wolf form….” Taggert passed out, sagging in
their arms.
    “Come on, let’s get him to the couch.” Jake
and Kyle hauled the large redheaded shifter to the couch. Jake examined the
wound while Kyle got the first aid kit out of the hallway closet. They had
disinfected and bandaged the wound to Taggert’s stomach when Ellie peeked out
of the bathroom in her bathrobe.
    “Everything ok?” she asked.
    “Taggert.” Jake slapped the man’s cheeks. “Were
you followed? Are we in danger here?”
    “No,” he grunted as Jake finished off the bandage.
“I killed the Hagalaz who did this.”
    “You’re sure?” Kyle asked.
    Jake shook Taggert awake again. “Taggert!” If
Taggert had led one of the Hagalaz werewolves to them, they’d be in danger.
Especially Ellie. Last year when she had mated them, the Hagalaz had tried to
kill all three of them. She was mated to them and thus they shared some of
their strength and ability to heal with her, but she was still more vulnerable.
And even though they had reached a truce with the Hagalaz wolf who had a beef
with Kyle, Jake knew that the Hagalaz pack did not forgive insults easily.
    “Yeah…yeah I’m sure.” Taggert shook his head
dizzily and took in the spread of fruits and desserts on the coffee table. “The
three of you reek of sex.”
    Ellie went crimson and retreated into the
bedroom.
    “Well, your timing on getting clawed in the
gut was not fantastic,” Jake said.
    “We did have a weekend planned with our
mate.” Kyle stood, folding his