Denver Pack Twelve 1/2 (4 page)

Chapter Four

“I swear,” Shea said holding up her hand to her mates as they stood over her glaring. “I mean it, when we go out again, I promise I will not use the Fae powers, you can have someone put a ward on me!”

“You got that right,” Lev ground out and then handed his mate a glass of juice. When she arrived back to the compound last night, they had struggled to get her to the room they were now occupying until the end of the year. Quin was pissed last night, and pronounced their mates under lock and key until the Enforcers calmed down.

“I had these nice little handcuffs made for all of you,” Griff grinned and held out the gold looking wristbands. They looked nothing like handcuffs. Shea sipped her water and looked closely and the cuffs, they had magic on them, she could see it glistening from the metal.

“What is on them?” Shea asked suspiciously.
Gosh, they were taking shit too seriously.

“Just a spell, that will let us know where you are,” and held out his hand for the glass.

“Are you serious?” She said incredulously.

“Of course, the Enforcers are banning you right now. We have to keep you and the little ones safe. As it is, you are going to have to stay in the confines of the compound until the New Year,” Griff said seriously.

Shea rolled her eyes, “I am waving the bullshit flag on that one, they totally over-exaggerated. We had a serious situation going on, did you hear about Jo?”

“Don’t try to distract us, you are grounded!” Lev roared and they heard the babies through the intercom beginning to laugh.

“Really? Now you have involved the children,” Shea scoffed and threw off the covers and stood up, grabbing her head and waiting for the dizziness to pass. She hated that. Shea was going to have to talk to Lacy about making a hangover spell for them.

The twins laughed again and she muttered as she stomped down the hallway. The twins were in their room, Malia and Tamera were both grinning at her from their playpen. Since they were born, she knew they were going to be special, and they had not disappointed. With the other children showing the same increased abilities, Shea wasn’t surprised when their girls developed quicker.

Her mates had been busy. Lev was the Chief of Police in Milliken, Griff made jewelry, and Shea finally had her office set up. She was going to be the face of the Magical Community. They, of course, were waiting to ‘come out’ to the humans, but first they had to get the Rogues under control. It would be useless to reveal themselves if the Rogues were going to create a battle, and that was what would happen. Roarke sent word when the New Council and Chosen united, that if they revealed themselves to the humans, they would raise their army and kill leaders of the human world, one by one, until they controlled everything, or until the humans grew so angry with the magical community, they would ban them.

The Rogues didn’t want to be revealed, and the threat really made no sense, but until they got Roarke under control, they had to be patient. He was planning something, and better to play their war in secret than in front of the humans. It would not make them accept the idea of shifters and vampires easily.

Therefore, for now, Shea planned, gathered her lists, and spoke to the humans who did know they existed. That was her job, and she was constantly on the phone.

“Hey, you have to put these on,” Griff argued as her mates followed her, she rolled her eyes where they couldn’t see, and for a brief moment wanted to snap her fingers again. However, her mates had proven what would happen if she used her powers against them. Oh, what a fun night that had been. Of course, she thought that was when the babies were conceived.

“Fine, if you want to chain me in front of the children, go ahead,” Shea sighed and held out her hands with a sad look on her face.

Lev leaned against the door jam and snorted, “Not gonna work, baby doll.”

Shea stomped her foot and glared. “Fine.”

Griff grinned, snapped the cuffs around her wrist, and winked at the babies, as they made small chuckling noises. Shea was sighing loudly, and shifting from foot to foot. When her mate was done, she rolled her eyes and held up her arms.

“Happy now?” she asked.

“Now that you mention it,” Lev said and walked to where his two mates were standing and pulled them each in for a kiss. The babies began to clap and the men chuckled, as each grabbed a daughter and held them high.

“Let’s get them breakfast then,” Shea said. “I hope Cook is ready for all of us. Lev, when are your father and the rest of the family coming?”

“They’ll be here by the end of the day for the lockdown. Cabins have been assigned.”

Shea nodded and went to the door and laughed when she opened the door and heard the yelling from all of her friends coming down the hallway. Shea turned and grinned at her mates.

Bama was walking around their room waving her hands and swearing in Spanish. Trace and Shane stood watching her laughing. She was pissed off about her cuffs. The men were smart and did it when she was asleep.

Had she been awake, there would have been a battle. As it was, she was pissed and ready to kill them. “You are chaining a Princess, in my country you would have your heads cut off.”

“Please!” Shane said and rolled his eyes. “I have talked to your mom, so who do
you
think told us to do it when you were sleeping. Getting wasted and helping torture the Enforcers is no longer appropriate.”

Bama halted her rant and narrowed her eyes at her mates. They both laughed, over the last year they had become accustom to her dramatic rants. They always contained Spanish, and cussing. That was why their children were in the playroom with the other children, currently under watch.

When Shane and Trace woke up on the couches this morning and their necks had kinks in them that, of course, made it easy to justify their cuffing Bama before she woke. They also knew what her reaction was going to be, so they fed the children and took them to the playroom.

“Where are my babies?” she yelled at them. “Samuel and Andrew need their breakfast.”

Trace stood slowly and then put his hands on his hips. “They are in the playroom. I think we are perfectly capable of getting them ready for the day. Besides, we have some things we need to talk about and get straight.”

Though the last year had been amazing, they still needed to put their foot down with Bama every once in a while. She was very dominate, and although they respected her place in her country, and she was a Harpy Eagle, she was their mate and she was going to behave if they had to spank her. Well, that would be fun, but still it would get the point across.

“Oh really?” Bama challenged and Shane stood up next to his friend and grinned.

Trace grinned and said, “Yea, really. We have been so busy setting up the Old Council meetings that I think we have neglected our mate’s discipline. Don’t you, Shane?” Trace was in charge of setting up the Old Council board, which would serve as an advisory board for the New Council, there was still so much they needed to learn from each other.

Bama looked at them with a glare and watched as they moved around her, one on each side. She should be worried, but she wasn’t. Her mates would flex, she would amuse herself with their ideas of being in control, and then it would be back to normal.

Shane ran his hand down her back and she shivered. “Of course, we may have to make sure this makes an impact on our lovely mate, Trace. She looks like she is going to put up a fight this time.”

Bama turned, her short blonde hair standing up straight. She needed a shower before they even thought about this. It sucked, she was hung over, but she refused to admit it to her mates.

“I can see the doubt in her eyes.” Trace sighed.

“No, you see the need for you two assholes to take off this jewelry so I can take a shower and get busy. We have a lot of planning for my mother and father’s arrival. They have certain needs,” Bama said folding her arms over her chest.

“No worries, we have that all taken care of. The Queen was excited about having a cabin on the compound grounds. She is fully prepared.” Shane whispered, “However, a shower sounds like it would be beneficial to all of us.”

“I agree, Shane, let’s take our little wife, and get her cleaned up. I think we should be able to make our point in the shower,” Trace drawled and finally Bama laughed at her men and shook her head. They loved this little game of dominance, and it was something she needed in the bedroom.

“Catch me if you can,” she squealed and ran from the room, forgetting that her mates would have been prepared. Shane caught her before she made it to the door.

“Caught you,” he muttered in her ear and then whipped her around and kissed her passionately. She loved it when they got all commanding on her. Bama sank into his embrace, and savored the feel of his tongue as it pushed into her mouth masterfully.

She could feel Trace as he walked behind her and kissed her neck.
Oh, her mates were going to drive her crazy.
She leaned back a little and sighed. They were amazing. She could feel their hands as they eased off her pajamas, which were completely unsexy. Shane bent and lifted her into his arms and Trace led the way to the large bathroom and began to run the water for them. Thank goodness, the Alphas added extra-large bathrooms for the Pack house.

They quickly got undressed and pushed Bama in the shower first, the warm water cascaded down her slightly tan body, and she sighed. Winter was a cold time for their species. She loved the warm tropical heat, but she also had come to love the fun they had in the cold weather. Their tall house had fireplaces in each room, all with a large rug in front of the fireplace, with nice fluffy blankets in the corner. She was always prepared.

Trace reached up, trailed his finger down her neck to her breast, and circled the areola. Her nipple stood at attention as he teased her. Shane leaned in and licked her other straining nipple, and she had to fight the urge to grab the back of their heads, putting them where she wanted them. The moisture was flowing between her legs, and she rubbed her thighs together with the shower cleaning her as she allowed her men to take control.

Shane let his hand drift down her stomach and then to her mound. He cupped it gently, playing with the soft and neatly trimmed hair that was there. She was certainly glad she had groomed before they started this. Finally, both of them latched on to her nipples at the same time and she threw her head back and moaned. The dual sensations were enough to drive her wild, but add to the difference in their mouths, and she was wiggling with pent-up need.

"I'm gonna have my afternoon snack," Shane murmured against her now peaked nipple and kissed his way down her stomach. She felt his hot breath on her mound and wanted to beg him to hurry.

Trace palmed the breast that Shane just left and continued to suck and nip at her, making her writhe under him. "I love your breasts. They're perfect, just like you. Darlin', I need you to touch me," he whispered.

She moved her good hand between them, trailed her hand down his taunt stomach, and finally grasped his thick, hard cock. It was weepy with pre-cum already. She smoothed the thick liquid around the tip of his head then sat down slowly on the seat in the shower, allowing the men’s backs to take the majority of the pelting water. The seat was a corner seat, so it allowed the men to position her so they both could have access to her.

Shane kneeled on one side of the shower, while Trace stepped closer to Bama’s head on the other. She was ginning when she licked the tip of Trace’s cock, teasing him and trailing her tongue around just the tip.

Trace wrapped a hand in her short hair and tugged. “Come on baby, you are killing me,” he said and then pulled her head toward him.

Shane smiled at the adjusted space and pulled both of her legs over his shoulders. She almost screamed when Shane swiped her pussy lips the first time. She’d been so focused on the job at hand, that she forgot where Shane was.

Shane had settled her thighs over his shoulders and used his fingers to hold her open for him, while spearing her with his tongue and then licking up to her clit in a fast and relentless rhythm, driving her mad. Bama clutched Trace's cock a little firmer and began to stroke him in the same rhythm that Shane set. Only sucking on the tip and swirling her tongue around him, teasing him mercilessly.

The teasing ended quickly when Shane sucked her clit into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. She almost shot off the bench. Finally, she could take no more and with a small push, she moved her men a little, so she could position them where she wanted.

Trace groaned and then moved quicker, pushing his cock into her mouth a little farther. She grinned around his cock, grabbed one of his legs, and moved him until he was leaning against the shower with one leg on the bench. Shane helped position her standing but bent over, so Shane could take her from behind, while she sucked Trace off.

Once they were in place, she grinned and looked up at Trace, who was looking as if he was in a little pain. The waiting only made his cock harder, causing it to stand up level with her mouth, so all she had to do was lean forward and lick it. Which she did, and Trace grabbed her head again.

"Oh, poor baby, does he need some attention?" she muttered and leaned in a little and licked his head again while he guided her.

"He is feeling a little lonely," Trace said jokingly and then grabbed his cock by the base and waved it at her.

"What the fuck?” Shane said lifting his head from where he had still been licking her pussy from behind.

"Wow, you are in a mood?" She giggled and rested her head on his thigh, while trying to catch her breath.

He nodded and she giggled a little more, but then the laugh quickly turned into a moan as she felt Trace tweak both of her nipples as she rose and Shane used two fingers to spear her pussy hard and fast. She was so wet. His fingers just slid in with no resistance and she began to feel her wetness gather again.

"Yeah, sweetheart, cream for me," Shane said and continued to pump his fingers in and out of her while she tried to concentrate on Trace, who was holding his cock in front of her lips. Thank goodness, the Pack compound had a huge hot water tank. They were going to take a while. Shane had moved the showerhead so it was beating against her back, massaging it while they worked her over.

Licking around the head, making sure she cleaned the weepy head. She sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the top. Trace groaned as she took him in a little further and teased the backside of his head, just under the top fold—it was a sensitive area for a man.

"Fuckin' A, honey, where the hell did you learn that?” Trace yelled when she swept her tongue over the sensitive area again and sucked hard.

Bama sat back smiled at him. “This is why you shouldn’t complain about girls’ night out, we talk.”

Shane chuckled and said, "Give me a minute, and she won't be teasing anymore."

Shane pulled his fingers out of her and then lined up his cock with her pussy. "You ready, baby? You're gonna be stuffed with our cocks," Shane said and grasped her hips and she groaned around Trace's cock.

Trace wrapped a hand in her hair and she lowered her mouth slowly down his shaft until it hit the back of her throat.
Shit, she was only half way down
. Bama grasped the base of his cock with one hand and began working it in time with her mouth.

Shane pushed slowly inside her tight pussy and he panted. "Holy shit, you're so tight. Man, she fits me like a glove, taking you each time is like the first."

"I love this fuckin’ mouth, she has learned a few new tricks that you are gonna want her to show you, man."

She wanted to smile as they talked about her. They had no idea what those words did to her. She and the guys had slipped into each other's lives like they had always belonged there. She was reveling in the feeling of closeness around them. Each man she had tried to let this close had let her down. Looking back over the last few years, Bama realized they would not be the same. These men were so different from the men she’d usually been drawn too.

When Shane was finally seated in her to the hilt, she took a deep breath around Trace's cock and then swallowed. Trace moaned again and the hand on her hair tightened. Shane pulled back and she naturally pulled back with him, allowing Trace's cock to slide out to the tip. Then Shane pushed back quickly and Trace's cock slid down her throat again, stopping where her hand had been stroking.

Bama closed her eyes and turned her body over to them. Shane directed the symphony of movements, while Trace encouraged both of them and talked about what he was seeing and feeling.

"That is so sexy, watching Shane pumping in and out of you. I can see your juices running down your thighs, I can't wait to get a taste of that, baby. Oh man, and your mouth, every time you hit that spot, I feel like I'm going to shoot my load right then."

Moving faster, Trace had to stop talking because the feelings were becoming intense. They could all feel the passion building, getting ready to flow over them. It was a glorious feeling to be between these two men. She thought about what they had talked about before and her pussy began to quiver at the thought of both of them fucking her at the same time. Shane shifted a little and with each of his strokes he hit her clit and she knew it wasn't going to be long before she exploded. Trace cried out that he was getting ready.

Shane reached around her easily, held her up, and then said loudly, "Come," and all three of them released the tension and felt their release flow through them. Bama swallowed every drop before collapsing in a quivering mess on the floor of the shower, with Trace sitting down on the bench, she leaned her head against his thigh. Shane was kneeling also, and kinda folding over on her back.

"I can't move," Bama said and then felt Shane move to the side, and pulled her up with him, moving her under the showerhead, washing her hair for her, and then all remnants of their lovemaking. Trace stood up, helped, and soon they had her now clean pink body snuggled in the bed with a large fluffy blanket covering all of them.

"Nap time, we have an hour before we have to get cleaned up again."

"Ohhh, sounds nice," she said sleepily, then snuggled between them, and quickly fell asleep.