Zoe's Blockade (Destiny's Trinities Book 5) (8 page)

Diego considered this. “The Grimoré are moving south?”

The shifter nodded. “I would work with you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I can help you defeat them. And I know others, too.”

“Other shifters?”

He nodded.

“What’s your name?” Diego demanded.

Something in the man’s face roiled. “I was called Gilbert, once.”

Diego steeled himself against the empathy that wanted to form. He remembered that sense of desolation and loneliness only too well. He put the safety on the Glock and put it away. “I’m going to have you taken somewhere safe, Gilbert. Seaveth will put you to work and you will work your paws off. Understand that no one will trust you completely, not ever, not even while you work beside them.”

Gilbert sighed. “I do not blame you for that.”

“If you turn on us, if your animal gets loose, I will be the first to put a bullet in your brain and I will not hesitate.”

Gilbert nodded.

“If you truly want to stop these fuckers, then I welcome you to the fight,” Diego told him. He pulled out his phone and dialed. “We can use all the help we can get.”

* * * * *

Cole came right up behind Zoe and put his arms around her. He was still wearing only the pajama bottoms and his chest against her back was hot. She snuggled, closing her eyes. He often came up behind her in this way, wherever she happened to be around the house. Sometimes he would only kiss the nape of her neck. Sometimes, though, his hands would slide up to cup her breasts and tweak the nipples. Or he would strip her jeans down to her ankles, shove her panties down her legs and bend her over and slide into her, making her nerves leap to high, silvered alert.

He did none of those things now. Instead his hands settled on her hips. “It seems to me that we need an ice-breaker, so Zoe can relax.”

“I don’t think Declan can drink,” Zoe murmured. It was a miracle he could touch anything at all. Ghosts were supposed to be wisps of spirit left behind and were usually beneath a hunter’s horizon of interest. “Although nothing would surprise me now.”

Declan grinned. “Cole isn’t talking about alcohol,” he told her. His gaze met Cole’s over her head. “Right?”

“Right.” Cole’s voice rumbled against her shoulders. “Can you take your clothes off at all? Or are you like every ghost I’ve ever seen in the movies, stuck the way you are?”

Declan frowned. “Good question. Let’s find out.” He reached for the hem of the tee shirt and lifted it. “So far, so good,” he murmured. “So….” He pulled it up over his head and dropped it.

The tee shirt disappeared.

“Did I just see…did it vanish?” Cole asked.

“It was never really here,” Zoe breathed. “Just as Declan isn’t really here. Only his spirit is solid enough to touch, because of the bonding.”

Declan looked down at his bare chest. “It’s my body,” he said.

“You’ve even got the same mole there, just under your pecs,” Cole said.

Declan touched the little mark. “It feels normal to me. It feels just as it used to. If you two hadn’t fallen apart the way you did when I arrived in the kitchen and if I didn’t have a blank spot in my mind after the avalanche, I’d say you were both lying and I’m as real as you are.” His hands dropped to the button of his jeans. His jeans rode low on his hips and were loose enough to slide a hand inside. Zoe suddenly itched to do just that, only she was very aware of Cole standing right behind her, his chest rubbing her back with maddening little touches, making her nerves twitch and stirring her arousal.

Instead, she fisted her hands and watched as Declan opened the button. His long, clever fingers picked up the tab of the zipper and lowered it.

“The look on your face…” he breathed.

Zoe swallowed. “I’m—”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Cole said quickly. “Declan, we really need to cure her of that.”

“Agreed.” He pushed his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them, sliding his sneakers off at the same time. Then he straightened up, utterly naked.

Zoe caught her breath. She loved Cole’s physical perfection. He had spent his years in the military and since he had left the Army, honing his body, working it hard and sculpting the muscles. Declan, on the other hand, used his intellect for his profession and although he had sometimes worked out with Cole, he wasn’t nearly as interested in pushing his body and gaining every scrap of strength the way Cole was.

Even so, Declan had a well-shaped body, with plenty of muscle, just not huge amounts of it. There was absolutely no spare fat on him. His belly was flat and rippled over the muscles. His arms and shoulders were rounded and looked strong.

Zoe looked down. She couldn’t help herself. Her gaze was drawn there, as if it was on rails. His cock was fully erect and beating with life. It was thick, the flared head darker on the edges.

Her heart leapt.

“You haven’t changed an inch,” Cole breathed. His chest was rising and falling more rapidly and she could feel
his
heart, too, beating against her.

Declan smiled. “If I’m really a ghost, then maybe I can change how I appear. Another inch might be useful.”

“No,” Zoe and Cole said together.

Declan looked at her. “You like what you see, then.”

She cleared her throat softly. “Yes.” It still came out almost hoarse.

Cole’s fingers squeezed her hips. “Touch him,” he said in her ear.

Her heart was slamming against her chest and her fingers felt thick and awkward as she lifted them up toward him. Her whole body felt as though it was pulsing with aching need.

It didn’t surprise her to see her hand was shaking. She laid it against Declan’s chest.

“You’re not hot,” she breathed. “Not like Cole.”

“He’s not cold, either,” Cole said.

Declan curled his fingers around her wrist and drew her hand down, so the tips of her fingers trailed over his flesh. “Take what you
really
want,” he told her and pressed her palm against his cock.

Shuddering with overwhelming excitement, she gripped him. Declan gasped, his eyes narrowing even farther. “Feels good,” he muttered. “Your hand is almost scalding.”

Cole let out a ragged breath. “Just watching is overwhelming.” Although, he wasn’t just watching. His fingers were stroking her hips. Their movements had lifted the hem of her shirt and the tips were gliding over her flesh beneath. Wherever his hands touched, little sparks seemed to jump, making her nerves scream. The position of his fingers, toying with the band of her jeans, was suggestive.

Then, almost as if he was reading her mind, Cole pushed his hand underneath her jeans.

Zoe gave a raw gasp, her hips jerking forward in reaction. Her hand moved, sliding up Declan’s shaft, coming up against the head and he made a strangled sound in his throat.

“Undo her jeans,” he whispered.

Cole’s spare hand snagged the button and flicked it undone. Because of the pressure of his hand beneath the zipper, he only had to lift the tab up and the zipper opened almost by itself.

He spread his fingers over her lower belly, the ends resting over her panties.

“I might come just from watching you do that,” Declan said roughly. His hands were at his sides, the knuckles white, the tendons in his wrists straining.

“This?” Cole pushed his fingers under her panties and curved them around to cup her
mons
. The middle finger slipped between her lips, up against her soaked and slippery clit.

Just that light touch was enough to send a shudder of pleasure through her. She was starting to shake with it. She had to concentrate to slide her own hand the length of Declan’s cock, teasing the head with her fingers. Her heart gave an extra squeeze as he moaned and his pelvis thrust.

Cole gripped the hem of her shirt with his other hand and pulled it up, until her bare breasts were revealed, the shirt rucked up over the top of the slope. She had small breasts, yet once Cole had found out how sensitive the nipples were, he rarely left them alone.

Her nipples crinkled and tightened at the touch of the air and she let her head roll back against his shoulder as Cole caught a nipple between his fingers and teased. There seemed to be a single line of nerves between her breasts and her clit, a direct connection that made any touch of her nipples extraordinarily arousing. She could feel the slickness of her pussy, the throb of her clit and the growing need to be fucked as hard as possible.

Cole lifted her off her feet, his hands around her waist. “Take her jeans,” he said, his voice low.

Declan tugged on the hems and her jeans slithered off. Her socks were removed and then her panties.

“Soaked,” Declan said, letting them sit on his fingers, then dropping them to the floor.

Cole’s hands were pulling at the hem of her shirt again. This time, he drew it all the way off, while Declan watched, his dark eyes hot and brooding.

Cole picked her up again, this time lifting her up in his arms. He carried her over to the bed and laid her on the cover. He slithered onto the bed beside her and rested his hand on her belly.

“Declan, get your ass over here,” he said, his green eyes holding Zoe’s gaze.

She shivered.

Declan climbed onto the bed, on the other side from Cole. His cock jutted up from his thighs and Zoe couldn’t tear her gaze away.

“Break the ice,” Cole said softly.

“Finally,” Declan added. He moved between her thighs and Zoe’s heart tried to climb out of her chest when he picked up her knee and lifted her thigh, separating her legs.

Then he leaned over her, resting on one arm so that barely any of his weight was on her. She felt his cock against the entrance to her pussy, which pulsed in response.

“Look at me,” Declan said. His voice was strained.

She met his gaze and that was when he pushed inside her. There was no resistance. She was so moist he slid all the way in and his pelvis kissed hers.

Zoe tried to breathe. Her breath shook.

Declan paused, studying her. “Wow….” He said it softly.

“Now I think I’m the one who will come just from watching,” Cole murmured softly.

Zoe glanced at him. He had pushed his pajama pants down his hips, exposing his rigid cock. He was stroking it and the sight of his shaft in his own big hand made her gasp again.

“He always was a voyeur at heart,” Declan said. He pulled out of her, almost the full length of his cock, then speared her again, driving himself with a power that made him groan.

Zoe tried to keep her eyes open. She wanted to watch all of it. She wanted to watch Cole and what he was doing to himself. She wanted to watch Declan’s body flexing over hers, the strain in his tendons as he fought to stave off his growing climax.

The pleasure was too intense. She thought she might fall apart with the intensity of it. It was spiraling up…and up….

She came with cry that tore at the back of her throat and for a heartbeat or two her hearing and sight faded under the power of the orgasm.

Almost before she could catch her breath, Declan rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. It drove his stiff cock deeper inside her and she gasped again.

Declan brushed the longer locks of her hair out of her eyes. “That’s better,” he said. He was breathing hard.

“You didn’t come,” she whispered.

“Not part of the agenda right now,” he said. “Hold still.” His hands settled on her hips.

Cole’s bigger, warmer hands cupped her ass and she sucked in yet another breath of surprise.

“I do love your ass,” Cole murmured.

“You said you loved mine,” Declan pointed out. He didn’t sound upset.

“Zoe’s is better.”

“Rounder, mmm….”

She looked over her shoulder. Cole had stripped off his pajamas and finally was fully naked. He was looking down at her rear, sitting between Declan’s legs and hers.

As she looked around, he ran his fingers through her cleft and pressed one up against her ass.

Zoe moaned. Cole had taught her to love anal sex. She couldn’t imagine how it would feel with Declan in her at the same time. She couldn’t wait to find out. “Hurry,” she breathed.

Cole had in his hand one of the tubes of lubricant they kept in the nightstand. “Kiss Declan,” he told her. “His tongue always made me relax. See if he can do the same for you.”

She looked back down at Declan, who was smiling. “He’s exaggerating. He’s the one who was always up for it.”

“Still is,” she breathed and kissed him, anyway. She moaned into his mouth as Cole’s fingers spread the gel over her and into her. He pushed inside, easing the muscle and coaxing it open and her whole body responded to his touch, tightening up in anticipation. She clenched around Declan’s cock and he groaned softly, his lips tearing away from hers.

Cole’s fingers were replaced by his cock. The size of him was familiar to her and Zoe could almost relax, because he had taken her this way so often before. Only, Declan was beneath her this time and that made it far, far different.

Cole stroked her ass. “Let me in,” he coaxed.

She deliberately drew in a deep breath and let it out and Cole pushed inside.

Zoe knew immediately that this was the perfect arrangement—the two of them inside her at once. Even before Cole eased completely into her, she could feel how wonderful it was.

She stared down at Declan, shaking with the overwhelming
rightness
of it.

“Is there anything better than this?” Declan whispered.

Zoe shook her head.

Then they both began to thrust and she knew that there was something better, after all.

She didn’t get a chance to control her climax, or stretch out her pleasure. It leapt, clawing like a beast for the peak, tearing through her body as if it was a mere conduit. It blasted through her, stealing her breath and her strength.

This time, she didn’t just cry out, she screamed, the guttural sound pulling from deep inside her.

Even as she shook and trembled, the climax beating at her in successive waves, she felt Cole’s pace quicken and his hips to twitch as they did when he came.

Declan was straining beneath her, the tendons in his thick neck working hard. He climaxed with a groan that sounded as deep and gut wrenching as her own.