Starr, Ellen - Wolf's Passion [The Joined] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (22 page)

“Relax,
mon amour
, you will take us both.” He took a deep breath. “After all, this is where babies come from.”

“Fuck. Oh gods, that’s tight.” Wolf groaned as Jean-Paul slid further in.

Jean-Paul began to move slowly. “You feel very good inside my Cora,
cher
.”

Cora couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe. She thought she might split apart with her two lovers filling her.

“Dale,
cher
, yes.” She heard the strain in Jean-Paul’s whisper and shattered at last.

Chapter Thirty-Three:

A Time to Reflect

Jean-Paul walked toward him. Rafe stuck the pitchfork he held into the dirt floor of the barn. “You know, I have been chased a few times with one of those things.” The Vampire motioned to the worn farm tool.

“I bet.” Rafe waited.

“I have come to get to know you.” Jean-Paul tilted his head to one side and smiled. “Do you have another? I have mucked out a few stalls in my time.”

“Over there on the wall.” Rafe watched Jean-Paul get the other pitchfork. He went over to one of the stalls and began work without asking or being told what to do. Impressed in spite of his effort to stay neutral, Rafe went back to his own work in silence.

They cleaned the barn without speaking. Jean-Paul slipped his shirt off somewhere around the third stall. Rafe watched the Vampire’s muscles flexing under the sweat-glistening skin. His breath caught, and he realized he wanted Jean-Paul as much as he’d ever wanted anyone.

Jean-Paul turned to look at him, and Rafe’s cock twitched. “Oh hell,
cher
. Shall we stop playing this game of pretend?” He leaned the pitchfork he held against the barn wall and came toward Rafe. He held his arms out, pulling Rafe into them when he was close enough.

Their lips met in a rough, demanding kiss that tasted of salt and hard work. Rafe allowed himself to be pushed against the stall gate behind him. He wound his arms around Jean-Paul, holding him tight against his body. Their stiff cocks pressed together. Jean-Paul groaned, his hand going to Rafe’s belt buckle.

Buttons popped, zippers opened, and jeans loosened enough to free them. Their cocks touched, rubbing together. A sharp jab to Rafe’s ass made him jerk. “Shit. Splinter.” He urged Jean-Paul back. Jean-Paul stopped kissing Rafe’s shoulder long enough to give a short breathless laugh before turning them until he took Rafe’s place against the gate.

Rafe shook his head. He pulled a horse blanket over and shoved it behind Jean-Paul. The Vampire’s hand pushed between Rafe’s legs and cupped his balls. Rafe moaned and tried to get closer. Jean-Paul urged him upward. Rafe climbed his lover’s body, his cock rubbing against Jean-Paul’s belly, up to his chest. Then Jean-Paul was inside him. With a curse Jean-Paul began to move, hard, fast thrusts that had Rafe’s entire body burning.

Rafe swore. “Coming,” he groaned. “Can’t stop.”

Jean-Paul gripped Rafe’s hips harder, shuddering. “Yes,
cher
.”

They came, Rafe spilling himself over Jean-Paul’s chest, Jean-Paul flooding him with fire.

Rafe pulled away, surprised to find his cock still hard. Jean-Paul nodded. He turned, shoving his jeans down. “Hard,
cher
.” He bent and braced himself against the stall.

Rafe positioned himself. He brushed his hands over Jean-Paul’s hips. He took a deep breath, parted Jean-Paul’s ass, and drove himself into the Vampire’s body. Jean-Paul hissed and rocked back. Rafe pounded into him until they were both gasping for breath and clawing for a release that was just out of reach. Then it was there, and they shattered together.

* * * *

Wolf stared out the front window at the huge black SUV rolling to a stop a few feet from the porch. He growled softly when Micah Holliday got out. The part-time hand had a lot of explaining to do. Wolf’s eyes widened when another man in a suit got out of the SUV and followed Micah to the house. He sent out a mental call for the rest of the Pack then opened the front door.

“Wolf.” Micah stepped up onto the porch. “This is Agent Daniels. Can we talk?”

“The others will be here in a minute.” Wolf gestured them inside.
Agent? What the hell is going on here?
Wolf followed the men into the living room. Somehow Wolf was not surprised to find Dale already there. He had a knack for knowing when something was going on that needed the whole Pack.

Rafe walked in from the kitchen, followed by Jean-Paul. They both had wet hair and flushed faces. It didn’t take much imagination to know why. Wolf was pleased. It looked like they were all compatible enough to make this unconventional Joining work. “Do we need Cora for this? She’s had a pretty rough time the last few days, and she’s still asleep. I’d rather not wake her unless we have to.”

“Please. She should be here.” Agent Daniels gave him a brief nod. Wolf signaled Dale, and they sat back to wait for the young Werewolf to get Cora.

Cora came down the stairs before Dale returned. Dressed in one of the lace robes Jean-Paul had brought her, she took Wolf’s breath away. From the sound of it, everyone else in the room had the same reaction.

“Micah, I’m glad to see you’re not hurt.” Cora smiled and came to sit beside Wolf. He tried to gauge Jean-Paul’s reaction and got nothing but a bland smile.

“Ma’am. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it.”

“So, what the hell was all that last night?” Wolf redirected the conversation. He didn’t want to have to adopt a human man as well as a Vampire. That was pushing things too far. He would already be able to boast at having the most culturally diverse Pack west of the Mississippi, if the council approved their status. Not many Packs included a human and a Vampire.

“Last night. Well, we’re still not quite sure why Dolores’s Pack involved you. We were hoping you would explain that.” Agent Daniels looked hopeful.

Wolf grimaced. “Dolores couldn’t take no for an answer. She wanted me to, uh, have sex with her. Joining together as mates would make us a powerful Pack. Dolores is all about power. I wasn’t interested. She figured she could force me.”

“Ah. Then it’s safe to say you were not part of her plans with the Pack from Mexico?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Wolf studied the agent with unblinking eyes. “You still haven’t answered our questions, though. What the hell was going on last night, and what the hell were those
things
?”

“We work for a small government agency, Wolf. We monitor the activities of the various non-human groups in the world.” Micah leaned forward, his hands clasped together and resting on his knees.

Wolf caught a brief glimpse of a Celtic knot tattoo on Micah’s right wrist. If the light had been at a different angle or brighter, he would never have seen it. Micah noticed him looking and shifted position, hiding the mark. Wolf heard Cora’s soft inhalation.

“You work for Division 9. I’ve read about you in the Lone Gunman. You regulate the paranormal subculture.” Cora leaned forward and took Micah’s hand, brushing her fingers over the nearly invisible tattoo. She smiled at him. “I knew there was something mysterious about you.”

“That’s not for public knowledge.” Micah gently pulled his hand away.

“Please. As if we have not been hiding our own secrets. I think you have nothing to fear from us. Quite the opposite, it appears to me.” Jean-Paul’s carefree smile didn’t fool Wolf for a second. He could see the tension in the Vampire’s manner. Apparently Micah and his friend could see it as well. They tensed.

Agent Daniels held up a hand in a placating gesture. “You have nothing to fear from us. Our job is to watch and to keep things like last night from getting out to the public.” Wolf sighed. He’d heard these weird government agencies existed. Typical. First it was denial of extraterrestrials, now it was federal watch groups to police the whole paranormal community. Wolf shot Jean-Paul a guarded look. The Vampire was amused.

“Speaking about last night?” Wolf prompted the Agent.

“Ah, last night.” The Agent looked uncomfortable.

“Last night was the reason I’m here in Dead Man.” Micah sighed. “We believe there’s a new group out to destroy any paranormal creature they find. They call themselves The Reapers.”

“I have dealt with these Reapers. Delusional humans who have watched too much television.” Jean-Paul gave a disgusted snort.

“Not all of them. We believe they’re being led by a paranormal.” Micah narrowed his eyes at Jean-Paul. “What sort of dealings have you had?”

Jean-Paul smiled, allowing his fangs to show. “Permanent ones.”

Micah looked away and took a deep breath. “Well, anyway, the Reapers are tied to the Zombies. We’re just not sure where the connection is.”

“Ask Dolores. She brought them last night.” Wolf shook his head. This was getting on his nerves. It meant his small Pack would be in serious danger, and Cora was the most at risk. He glanced her way. Precious human, lover,
chienne
of the Pack. He had to protect her at all costs. Around him the others shifted in their seats, picking up his restless thoughts, feeling his protective aura surround them.

“We would ask her, but your Pack are the only survivors aside from my team. Everyone else is ashes.” Micah sighed.

“No, we aren’t.” Micah’s head rose, and Wolf saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “I saw Dolores slip out the side door a little after the fighting started. She had blood on her, but I couldn’t tell if it was hers or someone else’s.”

A slow smile spread over Micah’s face. “That is good news. If we can find her and she wasn’t bitten by a zombie. The woman was a fool to think for one minute she could control them.”

“Well, Dolores never claimed to be a rocket scientist,” Rafe said. “She wants power. It’s like a drug for her, and she’s willing to try anything to get control of the western grid.”

Wolf watched the Division 9 agents leave in silence. When they finally drove away, Wolf turned and looked at his Pack family. “I don’t think Dolores is much of a threat without Pack backing, but we should still be careful.”

“As long as the walking dead are involved, we should all be very careful,
cher
. Once they bite you, if you survive the bite, you become one of them.” Jean-Paul pushed himself out of his chair. He looked at each of them in turn. “If I should be bitten, I will trust you to kill me. I will do the same for you.”

“How do we know if they’re around?” Cora’s voice sounded small.

“They smell like what they are,
mon amour
. They smell dead.”

“I’ve smelled them.” Dale’s face was pale.

“Last night—” Rafe began.

Dale cut him off with a shake of his head. “No, before.”

“When?” Wolf had a sinking feeling he knew already. A glance at Rafe told him his Beta had the same thought.

“The sheep,” they said together, and Dale nodded.

Wolf frowned at Jean-Paul. “You know more about these things than we do. Do animals turn into Zombies if they’re bitten?”

Jean-Paul looked puzzled for a moment. Rafe quickly told him about the sheep they’d lost. “Ah, no. Only if one survives the bite. Fortunately, most don’t. Still, it is a horrific thing.”

Wolf nodded. Cora looked frightened. He didn’t blame her. He was himself. An image of the thing that had gotten too close for comfort at the Ice House came to mind, and he shivered. “For now, we go in pairs and Cora is never alone.” It was the best they could do for the moment.

Chapter Thirty-Four:

Sorting Everything Out

Cora sat on the foot of her bed watching Jean-Paul pace in front of her bedroom window. They were private for the moment. Her stomach tied itself in a knot. “I’m sorry.”