Fighting for Julia [Panther Cove 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

“You know. You were about to clench your ass. I need to stretch you out before I impale you. Are you ready for my cock in your ass?”

“Yes.”

The strawberry lube perfumed the air. “I’m sorry this isn’t warm.”

She bet it would heat up fast. “That’s okay.” Daven was amazingly considerate.

He dragged lube around her muscled ring in a slow, even circle, and the rhythm helped relax her. He must have seen her ass cheeks sag because only then did he thread a finger into her hole. With his other hand he lightly pinched her clit, and all thoughts of what was in her ass disappeared. Having both her pussy and her ass stimulated was like nothing she’d experienced before. The only forgotten part of her body was her tits.

It amazed her that in such a short time, she’d become accustomed to having two men take care of her.

When Daven slipped in another finger, her focus shot back to her ass. Already those two digits took up a lot of room.

“You sure your cock can fit back there?”

“Don’t you worry about anything.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. If he’d had a free hand, she bet he’d have moved her hair out of the way and dragged a tongue along her neck.

After he opened and closed his fingers a few times, he withdrew them. More lube filled the air following the snap of a condom.

She tensed.

“Does my kitten need a spanking?”

In a way, she wanted one, but she needed a cock more. “I’ll be good.”

He must have understood her dilemma and agreed with her. “Good choice, because I’m so on edge, I pray I can last long enough to fuck you.”

He had to be kidding. “You better.”

He placed his cock at her rear entrance, reached underneath her, and massaged her breasts. When he twisted each nipple, the needed pressure helped relax her rear.

“Good girl.” With a quick thrust, he popped past her tight ring and held still. “You doing okay?”

The pinch was quick. “Yes.”

With one hand on a swollen nipple, he reached between her legs and plunged a finger into her wet pussy. That set off a series of shocks that cascaded across her whole body. So delighted with what was happening with her pussy, that when he eased farther down her back channel, she didn’t tense.

Between his tender rubbing and his slow pace, wicked flames of desire burned inside her.

“Julia, you feel so damned tight. I could fuck your ass all night long.”

She knew he couldn’t last. To test his resolve, she squeezed her butt cheeks, milking his cock. He tightened his hold on her tit to near painful proportions as he sucked in a breath.

“You okay?” She wanted him to finish entering her before he blasted off.

“Don’t do that,” he said in between breaths.

For now, she’d be good. He pulled out an inch before forging forward. The passage became easier the more he seesawed back and forth. When she finally learned how to relax her muscles, he was able to fully seat himself.

He dropped his head on her back. “What you do to me, kitten.”

“Play with my pussy. I want to come with you.”

“I’ll do more than play. I want to fuck her just as much as you want me inside you. Give me a second to compose myself.”

His definition of composing himself seemed to be driving his cock in to her ass over and over again while he fiddled with her clit with one hand and pulled taut her nipple with the other. Then he drove in three fingers, and the triple assault nearly sent her over the ecstasy edge again. He’d electrified her whole body to a point where she was a quivering mess.

“You promised.” She wanted his cock in her pussy something fierce.

She hoped he understood what she needed. He gave one big thrust and held still for a moment before pulling out.

“Be right back.”

She watched as he raced to the bathroom with a condom in his hand and returned without one. From his pants, he extracted another one. Foil ripped and latex snapped. He climbed behind her and impaled her pussy with one hard thrust.

Her breath caught and her juices exploded. The fire in her body heated to near boiling. She’d never wanted anything more in her life. Her ass still throbbed from being impaled by his big cock and her pussy was contracting and rejoicing from the glorious friction.

She might have been able to last a little longer had he not grabbed her nipple and tugged on it while he reached down and strummed her clit with his thumb.

The combination consumed her. Her body, coiled tight with carnal desire, finally gave way. A climax the size of Panther Cove washed over her, and shudders wracked her body as the heat in her veins spread everywhere.

“Oh, Daven, Daven!”

He moved his grip to her hips and pummeled her pussy until he, too, screamed her name. His hot cum came out of him in powerful bursts, beating against her back wall with a vengeance.

He dropped his head on her back. “Can you doubt you are my mate?”

It must be the testosterone talking. He had pierced her skin with his fangs, but did that mean they were one? Part of her knew she always wanted him in her life, but another part screamed at her to stay away or lose her heart forever.

“No.”

That hadn’t been a lie. She knew they were destined to be together, and that scared her to death.

* * * *

“You okay?” Trish slid in to the booth opposite Julia.

The Black Cat Bar wouldn’t be open for another half hour. Julia should be filling the coffee machine and the condiments, but she hadn’t slept much last night, and her energy level was low.

“It’s nothing. Just a little man problem.”

“I heard you’d hooked up with Daven and Breck Sang.” She whistled. “They are hot.” Trish leaned closer. “If you ever want to move on, send them my way.” She winked.

“That they are.” She propped her elbows on the table and dropped her chin on her palms. “My problem is that I’m falling in love with them.”

Trish whistled. “This is a problem, how? Weren’t you the one who’s been moaning about not finding two men to love?”

“Yes, but I want to fall in love with nice, safe men.”

“So you don’t want anyone who puts his life in danger every day?”

“Yeah. I see you understand.”

Trish leaned back. “Let me tell you something. My sister, Connie, was married five years to a banker. That was about as safe as you could get, right? Well, one of the tellers caught his eye, and he was out of her life as if he’d been run over by a car.”

She did appreciate her friend trying to cheer her up. “Even you have to admit it’s not quite the same thing. Even if you’re right, why put myself through the potential heartache?”

Trish waved a dismissive hand. “You don’t know what you want. It’s the danger surrounding them that makes them so attractive.”

She was missing the point. It was the way they connected with her that made them hot. “I need to give this some more thought.”

Trish grinned and shook her head. “Girlfriend, you are so in love that no matter what you do, you’ll never be able to leave them.”

She prayed that wasn’t true.

After Alexandre hinted to Julia that The Sword were near the boiling point, she took her afternoon break and headed over to Kendis’s place. If Jeremiah or Mario were manning the coffee stand, they might be willing to share some intel, assuming they were still in the loop.

She would have called Breck or Daven, but given the secret nature of their jobs, they couldn’t tell her what was happening even if they wanted to.

When she rushed into the Emporium, neither Mario nor Jeremiah was present. Thankfully, Kendis was at her side of the store. Julia went over and waited in line until it was her turn to order. Since there were still a few customers, she ordered an Earl Grey iced tea. While it wasn’t her first choice of drink, she figured she couldn’t go wrong even though a high-octane blend of coffee would have served her better.

Once the crowd left, she slipped onto her favorite stool.

“Am I converting you to the dark side?” Kendis smiled.

“Tea is hardly dark. Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone see me.” Seeing Kendis’s cheer did improve her mood.

“So what brings you here? I thought you were working at the bar today.”

She worked the day shift one day a week. “I’m on break. I heard a rumor of some uprising.” Kendis would know to whom she was referring.

The color left her face. “You didn’t hear this from me, but apparently there was a small explosion in Philadelphia. The authorities are claiming a malfunction, but I’ve heard
they
are escalating.”

Her stomach tumbled. “Do you know if Derek or Hunter plan to act?” Panther Cove was, after all, the shifter headquarters.

“Let me fix your tea.”

She didn’t like the way her eyes shot to the side. Kendis moved slower than usual, probably trying to decide how much to tell. The fact the uprising happened in Philadelphia had her stomach spinning. Breck and Daven were from there. If The Shield needed to send someone undercover, they’d be the best choice.

“What do you know?”

Her friend delivered the iced tea. “Nothing more than I told you, but you should be prepared for the worst.”

To keep her stomach from heaving, she guzzled her tea. It didn’t help. “I’d call Daven or Breck, but they won’t tell me anything, will they?”

“I doubt it.”

She could call her mom, but even her own mother would keep The Shield’s secrets.
Damn
.

“I need to get back to work.” Julia paid and left with her drink.

Since she only worked two blocks away, she’d walked. The day was overcast and had a chill in the air, but right now she didn’t care. Her world was about to collapse, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

Being morose at work would only draw attention to her problems so she tried to paint on a happy face. She worked her tables but not with her usual joy. When she was at the bar getting her drinks, Alexandre placed a beer on her tray.

“You might want to take the day off tomorrow.”

Her body froze. “Why?”

He shrugged. “Spend some time with your mom.”

He wasn’t making any sense. He might have been a shifter, but he didn’t live at Panther Cove. However, men who owned bars were well connected. “What do you know?”

“Just take some time to see your family.”

Clearly, he wasn’t willing or able to share more than that. “Thanks.”

For the rest of the night, she walked around in a near stupor. How she was able to get the drink orders right and end up not owing money because she forgot to collect someone’s bill was anyone’s guess.

At the end of her shift, she hugged Tricia. “I’ll see you in a few days.” Julia wanted to confide in her friend, but it wouldn’t have been smart to tell a human about shifter secrets.

“Stay safe.”

Her own safety wasn’t the issue. It was the men’s.

As per Alexandre’s suggestion, she called her mom and said she wanted to visit. While her mother sounded happy, Julia could tell things were tense. In case the situation was worse than she thought, she packed a suitcase to stay a few days. She could always have Trish cover for her if needed. Her art teacher wouldn’t care if she skipped a few days. She was, after all, his top student.

The drive up to Panther Cove put her nerves more on edge. The Sword had uprisings all the time. She didn’t know why this time should be any worse than other times, but her gut told that it might be.

Once through the gate, she spotted the bronze statue honoring the slain shifters through the trees as she headed to her parents’ home. She tried not to look at Breck and Daven’s place as she drove by. They’d either be in the gym working out or at central command, working on a plan.

She gripped the wheel tighter, trying to make it to her mom’s without breaking down.

No sooner had she parked than her mother opened the front door, a sure sign she was upset. Julia left her case in the car, thinking she could get it later. At least no one ever had to worry about someone stealing something up here.

Julia gave her mom a hug then kept an arm around her waist as they walked inside together. “Is everything all right? You look troubled about something.”

“Let me fix us some coffee and we can chat.”

The coffee-fixing thing was proof something bad was going down. Julia scooted on to the kitchen stool at the center island and watched her mom buzz around the kitchen. She might as well get to the point. “Have Breck and Daven been sent to Philadelphia?”

Her mom’s hands stilled. “How did you know?”

“The town has enough shifters that keeping secrets is hard.”

She shook her head. “Then yes.”

Julia’s shoulders sagged. “They didn’t call me.”

Her mom poured the water into the coffeemaker. “They weren’t allowed to.”

“How are Charles and Harvey holding up?”