Lindsey’s Wolves(81)

His lips smashed onto hers and he devoured her until Alex pushed him aside and did the same.

“You did great, mi amor. I’m so proud of you.”

Her smile spread a mile wide, until her cheeks ached, and then she sobered. “Did they get Pastor Stone?”

Heads nodded. “Oh, yeah. He never had a chance. The bastard was incredibly cocky,” Ryan stated.

“And the woman? Will she be arrested?”

“Probably, but she won’t be held too long. She ‘knows not what she does,’” he added sarcastically.

“Oh, no. Where’s Jess?” How could she forget Jess?

“The cops took her to the hospital to check her out. She looked good though. I don’t think they hurt her, cariña.”

“I’d like to see her.” Lindsey stared both men in the eye, daring them to contradict her. “And then, we go home. I need a long bath, some fierce loving, and two day’s sleep.”

“Of course. Let’s go.” Ryan took her hand in his, threaded his fingers with hers. “After all, two days without sex right after a claiming is brutal torture to us wolves.”

“I second that.” Alex clasped her other hand and kissed her knuckles.

“It’s not pleasant for us humans either. What are we waiting for? Time’s a wastin’.”

Side-by-side they walked to the car, away from the danger haunting her past, toward the future waiting to be filled with new memories to replace the nightmares.





Epilogue





Lindsey stared in awe out the tiny, round window. From this vantage point, several miles in the air, the lush Spanish landscape took her breath away. Miles and miles of rolling hills covered with what she now knew were vineyards and olive groves.

She’d spent most of the flight between her two men, but when they’d gotten closer to landing, she’d booted Ryan and taken his spot by the window.

It was his warm hand spread across her shoulder blades right now. He leaned forward and peered around her to catch a glimpse for himself. His hair tickled her chin where they nearly touched. The heat of his skin surrounded her, comforting her somewhat nervous state.

Alejandro chuckled behind them and added a second hand to her lower back. “You seem to be enjoying my country.” His proud deep voice radiated up Lindsey’s spine.

“So beautiful.” She turned back to face him over her shoulder. “Are you sure your family is going to be okay with this?” No matter how much reassurance she’d received, she couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea that others would find this arrangement normal or acceptable.

Alex lowered his voice and whispered for their ears only, “We are wolves, cariña. This is not so unusual for our species. Relax. My parents will love you to pieces and my siblings will not be able to stop jabbering at you. We are a close family, like Ryan’s.”

Lindsey jolted when Ryan laid a hand on her jean-clad thigh and squeezed, a bit higher than socially acceptable. In fact, his fingers grazed over her sex as he did so, sending heat to her cheeks and causing her to glance around at the other passengers in mortification.

Ryan’s chuckle vibrated his palm against her and pushed a delicate squeak from her lips. “I love how innocent you are. It never ceases to amaze me how you blush when we touch you. Sexy as hell.”

“There are people all around us, Ryan,” she mumbled under her breath, sending him a glare inches from his face.

“And they can’t see a thing, hon. Now if I were to do this…” His hand jerked up and landed directly over her crotch. He bore down hard with his palm and a rush of wetness leaked into her panties.

She gasped, and then moaned when he flicked his fingers across her slit. Even through the denim, she became hyper-aroused. Her forehead fell against his while she became putty in his hands.

“God, she is hot.” Alejandro’s voice jerked her attention back to the present. “I can smell her arousal.”

She grabbed Ryan’s hand with both of hers and pushed. “Stop it. You’re going to make me embarrass myself.” She fought against him to no avail. He wasn’t to be dissuaded so easily. “You promised me—not on the plane. You swore.” She glared daggers at Ryan and then at Alex, hoping for some support from her other mate.

“Okay, okay,” he finally conceded, “but as soon as we get someplace private, I want these jeans off. This pussy is mine.” He released her, physically. Mentally he still controlled her arousal with his damn words.

A low growl emitted from her other wolf. “I might want a part in that party myself, you know. It’s been a long flight.” Alejandro adjusted himself right before her eyes.