Jessica's Wolves(23)

She ducked her head and muttered, "The idea of sleeping with Reese or  Charles, or even both of them, to avoid my previous fate was enough to  propel me to beg."

Jessica stood. "Will they follow you here? Someone from your pack?"

"I don't know. Those bastards, Alfred and Judas, are evil. They are the  ones who killed your parents. They came back the next day and told the  pack they'd killed all three of you. Those chickens didn't have the  balls to admit you'd gotten away. Instead they lied and said you'd  accidentally been shot in the fray. They'd been supposed to return with  you in tow. Apparently they decided the fallout from killing you was  easier to swallow than having to admit you'd escaped their wrath."

Jessica shook with fury. She'd recognize those two anywhere. She'd  stared out that window at them for a long time, memorizing every curve,  every nuance to their steps. If they ever dared show their faces  anywhere near her again, she'd rip their throats out.

Kara took Jessica's arm, shaking her out of a near trance. "You okay,  hon?" She wrapped her in a hug. "You're okay now. You have a huge,  loving family, two mates who adore you, and even a cousin to get  reacquainted with."

"I can't stay here." Alyssa shook her head and backed away from Jess'  side. "I have to go." She glanced around frantically. "If they find me,  they'll kill all of you."

Lindsey grabbed her as she raced for the door. "Alyssa, sweetie, stop. You're not going anywhere."

The girl sobbed and gulped for breath. "I won't endanger your family,"  she wailed. "It was different before I knew you all. I didn't think. I  just acted to save myself. But now  …  now I know what a kind and loving  family you guys are … " She sucked in a deep breath. "I can't stand the  thought of them coming after me and one of you-"

"You have some other option?" Lindsey held her fast. "You must stay.  Nothing will happen to you under Nancy's roof, and I'm curtain she will  insist you move in with her and Richard. They are the best parents in  the world. You will love it here. And no one is going to force you to do  anything you don't want, especially mate. Come on. Let's take you  home."                       
       
           



       

Alyssa's shoulders sagged. She was tired and defeated. Jessica knew that look. She'd experienced it enough times in her life.

They needed to take Alyssa back to Nancy and Richard's house and let her sleep.

But more importantly, Jess needed to talk to her mates. She had so much to say she'd be hoarse before the day was over.





Chapter 12



Fredrick sat in the lavish chair behind his desk and leaned back. The  two imbeciles he employed as his right-hand men stood near the door,  heads bowed. He doubted they were staring at their shoes as a sign of  respect. Probably more out of shame. Fucking failures. "I need you to  find this woman." He held out a recent photo of Alyssa Franklin.

Everyone knew she was missing. It wasn't new information to Alfred and Judas, but it couldn't hurt to give them a photo.

"Do we know where she went, sir?" Judas looked up after staring at the  picture. He held his hat in one hand and gripped the photo with the  other, nearly wrinkling it with his trembling fingers.

"No, but I have a license plate number of the men she left the truck  stop with." Fredrick held the scrap of paper in the air, a slip of a  receipt with numbers scribbled on the back. Thank God that kid Leslie  had thought to write the digits. As he stared at the two grown men,  Fredrick wondered who had more sense: the kid or his hired help.

Alfred stepped forward to take the paper with a smile. The man was  clearly relieved they weren't being sent on a random wild goose chase  with no details.

"Do you two think perhaps you could find a way to trace the plate and  find the runaway girl?" He was mocking them. And they deserved it after  the last time he'd sent them on a mission like this. They'd come back  empty handed, having killed the girl they'd been sent to retrieve.  "Would that be asking too much?" He couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his  voice.

"Yes, sir." Judas finally mumbled his assent. "We'll get right on that."

"Let's, shall we? Huh?" Fredrick cocked his head and twirled a pencil  between his fingers. "I want her back here. Immediately. And  unblemished. You hear? Not accidentally shot. Not fucked by some other  pack of wolves. Virginal and intact. Got it?" His voice rose with each  word. He stood, planted his hands on the desk, and leaned forward. "Go.  What are you waiting for?"

The men scrambled backward out of the room and shut the door with a snick.

* * * *

Several hours later, and after countless questions and answers, Alyssa  headed to a guest room to sleep, exhausted beyond belief from the fear  and stress she'd been carrying with her for most of her life. Charles  felt sorry for her but was relieved she was here in his parents' house  where people would love her and help straighten out her life.

Jessica was no less tired, and truth be told, she'd suffered almost the  same emotional highs and lows in the last twenty-two years as her  cousin. Her exhaustion was written on her face in the form of worry  lines. However, she now had two men standing behind her, guiding her  away from the gathered throng of family members. Without a word, they  eased her down the hall and into a room Charles had occupied for several  years.

It was more of a suite, like all the rooms in the house. A huge,  masculine space with a king-sized bed as the focal point in the center.  He was glad for that detail.

"Sorry for the mess." Charles charged past her to grab the clothes and shoes scattered all over the floor. "I'm a slob."

"That's the truth," Reese muttered under his breath. He grabbed Jessica  and half dragged her over to sit her on the bed. "You should have seen  the hotel rooms we stayed in for the last several months. Couldn't even  find the floor most of the time."

Charles swatted Reese on the back of the head. "As if you're any better.  Never heard a word out of you until now. Don't be a showoff for the  woman."

"Guys?" Jessica looked into both their faces. Charles lorded over her,  crowding her space. He and Reese inched closer, bumping into her on both  sides. "It would seem I'm a sure thing, so you can stop posturing now  and just fuck me, because afterward I could really use a good night's  sleep."

Stunned-they hadn't really expected her to consent so easily-both men wasted no time stripping off their clothes and then hers.

She barely had time to blink before they had her naked and spread out on the huge bed between them.

Chest pounding, Charles gazed into the deep brown eyes of his woman. Her  irises were even darker when she was aroused, and she was most  definitely aroused. He could smell her pussy from across the room  earlier. The woman was insatiable, and Charles was a lucky man.

Jessica's hair fanned out around her head, creating a brown halo. She  was anything but angelic right now though. Her gaze bore into him with  devilish intent.

Remembering what they'd done to her that morning, Charles reached  between her legs. When his hand landed on the base of the plug, she  squirmed. "You left it in." He'd only really expected her to put up with  their antics until about five minutes after they'd left the house.

"You told me too." Her eyes were wide.

"We did. And you weren't too pleased either," Reese said. "We want you to understand something."

Jessica's gaze moved from Charles to Reese.

"We know you're a strong, independent woman. Hell, you have proven  yourself time and again, growing up without your parents, hiding  yourself from society, graduating from college, and landing a job  without blinking an eye. We were talking earlier, and we want you to  know we respect that about you. Admire it even. We wouldn't want a woman  to be mousy, quiet, reserved  …  someone who doesn't speak her mind and  make us pay attention."

Charles cleared his throat and nudged Reese's arm. "What he's trying to  say is we realize we can be pushy and dominant. Hell, it makes my dick  hard just thinking about mastering your body, but that relationship  between us only extends to the bedroom. When we are having sex, your ass  is ours  …  literally." He smiled at his pun. "Outside the bedroom, you  can be as bossy as you want. We expect it. But in private, we're hoping  you'll submit to us."

Charles kissed her lips quickly and leaned back. "Is she going to balk?"

"God, let's hope not," Reese communicated.

The sexy woman spread out like a feast beneath him had the reddest  cheeks he'd ever seen. And her blush was as sexy as ever. His cock  lengthened and nudged her thigh.

When she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, he thought he'd come on the spot.