Chapter Six
“So, what is it like?” Sienna asked. “Between you and Grady?”
“He’s an alpha, my alpha, and he’s also…”
“What?”
“You saw us, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“In the shower.”
She pressed her lips into a tight line and looked down at her feet.
He cupped his hand over his left ear and leaned closer to her. “I have very acute hearing, even as a human it’s pretty awesome compared to yours. I heard you come in. I heard your breath hitch when I took Grady’s cock in my hand. Hell, at one point I thought I could hear your heart beating, fast, when he came.”
Sienna felt her cheeks heat. “So why didn’t you stop? Shut the door, tell me to fuck off?” She folded her arms over her chest and glared up at him.
“Because I didn’t mind, and Grady wouldn’t care. He just wanted to release some tension.”
“And you were the man for the job.”
“Sienna.” He reached for her but she stepped away. “Please,” he said. “I can explain.”
“I’m not stupid. You’re a couple, hell, you even finish each other’s sentences.”
Tarl ran his hand through his hair and narrowed his eyes. “Okay, we are a couple, a committed couple, but that doesn’t mean I cheated on him with you, and it doesn’t mean I—we—don’t have room for you in our lives.” He paused. “You’re not just beautiful and intelligent and kind, you’ve done something for us direwolves that is so selfless. Of course we’re drawn to you, of course we want you.”
He reached for her again and this time she let his hands rest on her shoulders.
“Sienna, you are part of the pack now, part of us. There is no changing that.”
“Part of the pack?”
“Yes.” He leaned closer and pressed his forehead on hers.
The scent of shower gel filled her nose and his breath was warm on her lips. She felt surrounded by his strength and conviction and for a moment the serious situation she was in almost faded away. She wasn’t alone.
“I still want you,” he said. “If we didn’t have to leave soon, I’d be stripping you naked and making us both come until we’re exhausted.”
“Tarl,” she managed. “But…?”
“And Grady would watch, hell, no, he’d join in. He wouldn’t be able to resist you.”
She stared into his eyes. She’d never had a threesome but that certainly sounded what Tarl was suggesting could happen.
“When we’re at Kochi,” he murmured then brushed his lips over hers. “You’ll see how it can be between the three of us.”
“The three of us?” In the name of the Lord, when she’d hooked up with Tarl the night before, she thought it would be for a night of fun with a sexy twenty-something, she never could have predicted he’d be talking about their life together.
Their life with Grady! In Canada. Living with a pack of direwolves.
She let out a sigh. “This is all so much to get my head around.”
“I know.” He slipped his arms from her shoulders and around her body, pulling her close. “It is for us too. One minute we were in Montana, then New York, and now the secret of our existence is out. And now … now we’ve met you, now we are more than two.”
Sienna slid her arms around him and held him tight, the way he was holding her. There was something about him that made her feel like she could be completely herself, show her fears and hopes.
“Your family will miss you. Your friends,” he murmured. “They’ll be shocked.”
“I don’t have much family, a few distant aunts and uncles, that’s it. I was adopted, my adoptive parents died a few years ago, both of cancer.”
“I’m sorry.” He stroked her hair. “That’s rough.”
She swallowed and closed her eyes. “Yes, it was, they were my parents, I never even thought of the ones who gave me up.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Friends?”
“My friends are at the zoo, I am—was—a bit of an all-work-and-no-play kind of girl. And now when they find out I released a dangerous predator into the city, they’ll hate me.”
At that moment Grady let out a particularly loud snore.
Sienna looked his way and giggled. “Dangerous predator?”
Tarl also laughed quietly. “As the saying goes, let sleeping dogs lie.”
****
A few hours later Sienna locked her apartment door for what she believed would be the last time. The most likely scenario was in a few hours the NYPD would be knocking on it, looking for her, the most wanted zookeeper of all time.
“Come on,” Grady said, looking up at the sky. “The sun will be rising soon.”
Tarl hitched his rucksack on and then checked a strap on Sienna’s. “You okay?”
“I’ve got to be.” She gave him a half smile.
“You’re gonna be great.” He took her hand. “And if you wobble, we’ve got you.”
Soon they were hurrying toward Penn Station. It was a lengthy walk but it had been decided it was best to keep Sienna’s identity as low-key as possible.
When they finally got there, she pulled down her cap as the tickets were checked and then averted her face from a few other passengers as they made their way to their sleeper carriage.
“This should do,” Tarl said, stepping in and shucking off his rucksack into a corner.
“It’s cozy,” Sienna said, looking at the small space that really was just a bed and a tiny table. There was a note on the bed saying to ring the bell to have it turned into two sofas.
Grady looked left and right along the corridor then stepped in and shut the door, clicked the lock. He checked a door to his right. “Ah, a tiny bathroom, well, a toilet and sink at least.”
“That’s good.” Tarl nodded. “It means we can keep Sienna hidden right to the border.”
She sighed, removed her cap and winter coat, then sat on the bed, which was softer than she’d anticipated. “I am quite tired.” She hadn’t slept all night.
“Then close your eyes,” Tarl said. “I’m going to go to the canteen carriage as soon as this thing starts moving. Get us some food.”
She kicked off her boots and lay down.
Grady pulled the curtain so anyone walking on the platform wouldn’t see in.
Her phone buzzed from her coat pocket.
“What’s that?” Grady asked.
“A message?”
“Should we look?” Tarl pulled it out.
Sienna supressed a yawn and took it. “It’s from Bethany.”
“Who is Bethany?”
“She is a junior member of staff on the canine team.” As she’d spoken her mouth dried and she opened the message: What the hell? The direwolf is gone and they are saying you were the last one with him. Everyone is going mad around here. Call me. Call someone.
Her heart skipped a beat. “Oh, fuck.”
“What?” Tarl asked.
“It’s started. They know you’re gone.” She looked at Grady and passed him the phone.
His jaw tensed and his eyes flashed. “We knew they’d discover my disappearance at some point. We have to be grateful we got this far. The chances of them looking here before we pull out of the station are slim.”
“Let’s hope so.” She squeezed the bridge of her nose.
“They’ll be searching the park, then going to your place,” Tarl said. He glanced at a round brass clock on the wall. “And we’ll be on our way in ten minutes with luck.”
Her phone buzzed again, then again. More messages, all work colleagues.
She turned it facedown on the bed. Then it started to ring. She glanced at the number, not one she recognized, and then ended the call.
“Turn it off,” Grady said. “Can’t they trace you with those things?”
“Fuck, you’re right, I think they might be able to.” Quickly she turned her phone off. The dark screen was better than the flashing and buzzing.
“Want me to get rid of it?” Tarl asked.
“Er, no, not for now.”
“But…”
“It’s got photographs on it, of animals I’ve cared for, studied … I have sentimental attachment to them.”
“But you can’t look at them if you have your phone off.”
“I know, but I also can’t throw them away.”
“Fair enough.” Tarl shrugged and sat on one of the small chairs that had been stowed under the table.
Sienna lay back down and rested her forearm over her eyes. She was a fugitive, a runaway, a criminal, not descriptions she would have ever labeled herself with, but it was the truth. And it was a truth she was happy with … sort of. Ultimately, she’d saved a direwolf from starving to death, saved a life, and that was the bottom line.
Soon the train began to move, slowly at first, the clunk of the tracks a lazy sound beneath her, but as they got out of the city and the golden glow of dawn lit their cabin, it sped up.
She’d slept for some time, feeling watched over and safe, and when she woke there was a scattering of food wrappers on the table. Tarl had obviously been true to his word and gone in search of sustenance.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said, crawling onto the bed next to her. “Feeling better?”
“Yes, how long was I out for?”
“About three hours.”
“Or one hundred and sixty miles from New York, depending on which way you look at it.” Grady stood from where he’d been hunched on a small chair and stretched, his fingers touching the ceiling of their cabin. He dropped his arms with a sigh. “Always good to put distance between yourself and the hunters.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” She smiled up at Tarl whose face was hovering over hers. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m all good, I have a full stomach and Grady and you with me, I need little else in this world.”
The truth in his eyes had her heart swelling and she touched his stubbled cheek. “Is it really that simple for you?”
“You better believe it.” He set his mouth over hers and kissed her.
It was a lovely lazy kiss that combined with the rocking of the train was almost hypnotic. She sighed into it and ran her fingers through his thick strands of hair.
As he leaned closer, his body heat radiating onto hers, a shot of lust went into her bloodstream. Tarl was sexy, and he felt and smelled amazing. She wanted him closer, closer still, and she arched up so their chests connected.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he murmured then kissed over her cheek to her ear.
“So are you.” She smiled and closed her eyes as he dipped his hand to her waist and then ran it over the curve of her hip, over her pants.
“I think you both are sexy as fuck.”
The bed sank a little as Grady crawled onto it and settled on her opposite side.
“You ever had a threesome?” he whispered against her ear.
“No.” A kernel of excitement popped in her stomach.
“So, you haven’t been fucked by two guys, one after the other, or at the same time?”
“No.”
“She’s not ready for that,” Tarl said stiffly.
“You don’t call the shots.” Grady frowned at him.
“I know her better than you.” Tarl stroked the back of his thumb down her cheek then traced her lips. He stared into her eyes. “Not yet, she’s not ready for you, Grady.”
Grady made a huffing sound and then cupped her cheek and turned her to face him. “My beta might be right so we can wait, but it will happen.” His eyes were like chips of ice off a glacier.
“Don’t I get a choice?”
“Sure, honey, but I know you’ll want it.” He chuckled and instantly the darkness went from him. “You’ll be begging for it, the way Tarl does.”
“I can’t deny that,” Tarl said, undoing the zipper on her hoodie. “Or that I want you naked, now.”
“Naked?”
“We’ve got time to pass, and I can see desire in your eyes, Sienna, hell, I can smell it coming off you.” He breathed deep and closed his eyes.
“You cannot.”
He twitched his eyebrows and set to work undoing the buttons on her pants. “Do you want to me to make you come again? You know I’m good for it.”
For a moment she was lulled by the sound of the train on the tracks and then she nodded. She was surrounded by hot, hard, horny men, an orgasm seemed like the best plan, not least in case the police boarded and she was arrested and spent the rest of her life wearing orange.
“Hey, don’t worry about anything, we’re here.” Grady’s voice was softer as he reached down to remove her pants.
She pushed thoughts of a train raid from her mind and suddenly realized she was utterly naked. The guys were still fully clothed.
“How did…?”
“So fucking sexy…” Grady blew out a breath and took her right nipple between his thumb and index finger and tweaked and tugged. “Been years since I was with a woman … and I don’t think ever one as sweet and delicate as you.”
Her belly quivered and she curled her toes. What he was doing to her nipple was on the point of discomfort but the sensation went straight to her pussy and her clit was twitching with need.
“You ready to be adored?” Tarl asked against her lips.
She nodded.
He smiled at her then ducked his head to kiss her neck, peppering her flesh with hot caresses of his lips.
Grady switched his attention to her other nipple then tipped forward and kissed her on the lips. Unlike Tarl there was no gentle probing. He was kissing her and he took full control. She gave herself up to it, to him, and gripped the ball of his solid shoulder.
“You taste of a spring day in the forest,” he said, breaking the kiss and brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Beautiful.”
Before she could answer he was kissing her again and his palm roaming over her chest, exploring the shape of her breasts.
Tarl’s touch dipped lower. He circled her navel and then fluffed his fingertips through her small patch of pubic hair.
She canted her hips, wanting to feel more, needing to start a climb to the orgasm he’d promised. She was so turned on. Having two sexy guys worshiping her body was even better than she’d imagined.
“Are you wet?” Tarl whispered into her ear. “Have we made you wet for us yet?”
“I want you,” she said, parting her legs until they butted up with theirs. “I want you to touch me … there.”
“What, here?” Tarl said, stroking over her clit with a firm touch.
“Oh! Yes, there.” She curled her toes and fisted his sweater. “Please, Tarl.”
“You don’t have to say please, we’re going to give you what you need,” Grady said pulling back a fraction to look down at her body. “We’re always going to give you everything you need.”
She nodded and watched as Grady trailed his finger over her flat stomach, over her pubic hair, and then overtook Tarl’s finger on her clit. He then slid through her damp folds and found her entrance.
“This where you need me?” he asked in a maddeningly calm voice.
She nodded and her breath hitched.
He smiled, just a little, a tilt of the right side of his mouth. And then he pushed into her entrance with two big fingers.
She moaned and arched her back, pressing down onto him.
Tarl circled her clit with the pads of his fingers, a slow firm caress that instantly had a pressure beginning to build.
“So fucking responsive,” Tarl murmured. “Hell, yeah.”
Sienna canted her hips, lost to the feel of their hands on her. She lifted her head and looked down between her legs. Two large male hands working her, hair-coated forearms with tendons taut, her skin pale and delicate in comparison. “Oh, fuck…” she gasped, the erotic sight imprinting itself on her brain. “Fuck, yes.”
“Come like this,” Grady said and added another finger to the two he was already fucking her with. “Come for us.”
The new denser, thicker invasion had her body turning to steel and getting ready to explode. Tarl sped up, the stimulation on her clit fast and resolute. He would not stop until she came, that was a certain.
“Squirt for us, show Grady how you come,” Tarl said.
“Oh, fuck, I don’t know … I don’t want…” The gush that wet her thighs and the bed when she’d come before was embarrassing.
“Don’t say you don’t want to, it’s fucking awesome,” Tarl said. “So damn satisfying for me to know you’re experiencing such pleasure.”
“But…”
“No buts … squirt,” Grady said. “Or we’ll keep making you come until you do.”
“As threats go, that’s not … very … compelling,” she managed. The pressure was reaching tipping point. There was so much pleasure stored up in her, and it was about to release in an almighty climax.
She held her breath, gripped both Tarl and Grady, and forced her eyes to stay open, watching their hands on her, their fingers driving her to the most wonderful type of insanity.
“Yes, yes, come…” Tarl said.
A flush of red rushed up her chest and prickled her cheeks. Her heart clattered against her sternum and then she let it release—a huge rush of ecstasy that had her crying out and bucking from the bed.
They stayed with her, the wet sounds of flesh on flesh clicking around the room. Soft heat, wetness, basted her thighs, she’d squirted again, the release of fluid adding to her pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Grady stared down at her. “My hand is soaked, you just flooded it.”
“I … I…” She was struggling for breath. Her pussy was clamping and releasing around his fingers. Over and over. Each spasm a new wave of bliss that fluttered its way around her body.
“God, yeah.” Tarl captured her mouth and kissed her, his breaths coming fast too. “You did it again.”
Sienna had no idea why this had started happening to her, though the orgasms Tarl had given her, and now this one, were very intense, very powerful. Perhaps that was the difference to her previous nothing-to-write-home-about lovers.
“When we fuck it will feel even better,” Grady said against her temple. “You’ll forget what damn planet you live on.”