“And we could move quickly, much quicker than if I was walking.You guys can ride with me or shift and move in the shadows.”I am hopeful.
Branson nods.“Yes, that’s a plan.Can you get hold of him?”
“I’ll try.”Elias pulls out his phone and steps away.
“Are you sure?”Branson draws me close.His chest is bare though he wears sweats and I rest my hands on his hard firm pecs.“You could just stay here.”
“I told you, I want to help and I want to be near you.”
“I understand.”He kisses me.It’s a soft peck at first but then it deepens and he tips his head, his tongue poking in to find mine.
I moan softly and relish the way he’s holding me close.His kisses are delicate yet firm and he makes me feel desired and special and alive.My heart rate picks up and I am aware of his cock hardening against my body.The man has a healthy appetite for sex, that much is clear, and I wonder if we’ll go again before heading outside.
“Cut it out.”Elias’s gruff voice interrupts us.“Time for that later, when we’ve put an end to these attacks.”
Branson pulls away though I can sense his reluctance.
“Later,” I say, “When this is over, will you’ll fuck me?”
“Yes.”He nods.“We’ll all fuck ...together.”
A shiver of desire rushes through me and I snatch in my breath.
“That’s a promise.”Elias slips his arms around us both.He kisses first my brow and then Branson’s.“We are a three now.Nothing will change that.”
“So you won’t hide our relationship going forward?”Branson asks.I can see the hesitation in his eyes, the need to be recognized as Elias’s mate is a deep one.Being kept a secret for so long was clearly painful as was the heartbreak of their split.
“I’m going to work on it,” Elias says.“Perhaps some of the judgement was mine.Or the fear of the judgement at least.”
“The alpha males saw you together earlier,” I point out.“All of us.”
“Yes.”Elias nods.“And if there is no comeback on that, we’ll take it as a good sign.”He nods at the door.“Harvey is expecting us by The Plaza.Let’s go.”
“Wait.”Branson goes to the kitchen drawer.He takes out a big steak knife.
“What is that for?”I ask.
“We have teeth and claws for protection, you have nothing.Take this.”
“But I—”
“Just in case.”Elias nods.“It’s a good idea.”
I see there is no point arguing so slip the knife into my coat pocket.It feels strange there, menacing and hard.I don’t like it but I understand why they want me to take it.
The Plaza is lit up in red and gold with a huge Christmas tree at the entrance.It is no longer snowing so I’m not surprised to see a line of carriages giving tourists fur-blanketed rides around the twinkling lights of the park.
“We have less than twenty minutes of daylight left,” Branson says.He looks around.“The other horses will have to stop then and go to their stables, though Harvey says he’ll keep going even after dark.”
“Where is he?”I ask.
“Over there.”Elias points up the street.
A magnificent black horse, sturdier and stockier than the others, stands by a shiny two-wheeled carriage.Its mane is flowing and its leathers polished.Harvey, dressed in a thick black coat, sits on the driver’s seat, long reins loosely held.
We walk up to him.
“Elias,” Harvey says and looks at first Branson and then me.“Is this her?”
