OUT TODAY!!“Doubly Protected” (MFM) Werewolves of Hanson Mall” book 2
Willow and Hawthorne Cunliffe decide it’s time to sell their parents’ house and reclaim their lives. But someone still wants to find them. How can this be happening? Bailey Hamilton is in jail.
Werewolves Maelor Powell and Dylan Upjohn are determined to protect Hawthorne until the problem is resolved and the safest place for her is in their bed. But could the trouble be connected to Bailey’s brother Jackson and his well-being center? The center does seem to be most unusual. No one ever seems to leave it, though new people constantly arrive.
Dylan and Maelor are determined to keep Hawthorne safe inside Hanson Mall, and they spend every possible moment with her, but she hates being confined and refuses to believe she should hide away indefinitely. This problem has to be solved before the men explode with repressed desire.
STORY EXCERPT
Dylan and Maelor had planned the walk carefully, wanting to show Hawthorne the highlights of the neighborhood, but without taking her anywhere near any areas that might be even the slightest bit unsavory. Not that anywhere around the mall was bad, or even particularly unsafe. There were no gangs here. But still, it wasn’t the top end of town either, nor was it like the apartment building the wolf pack owned, where every person living there was known to the others and held accountable for any guests they invited.
They chose the restaurant where they’d eat with the same attention to detail. It was a tiny pizza and pasta bar, with red and white checked tablecloths and the maître d’ was the owner himself. His wife cooked the pasta, and their children were the servers. It was like something from a previous century, but the food was amazing and the service outstanding. Dylan was sure Hawthorne would enjoy visiting there.
And after that. Ah, after the pasta he hoped Hawthorne would agree to come home with them and this time they’d fuck her properly. They’d give her so many orgasms she’d want to stay with them forever.
Their walk began just the way Dylan had imagined it, with Hawthorne tucked between him and Maelor, setting the pace, and them all talking easily about the things they saw. Unfortunately it went off the rails within the first ten minutes. They came to an intersection and the men led the way to turn right.
“Why are we turning right? I can see stores and a tall building down this way?” she asked.
“There are big houses with nice gardens this way though,” said Maelor.
Dylan took one look at her determined chin and knew she wasn’t going to follow their plan. Just then the lights turned green for them to go the way Hawthorne wanted to, and she took off. He glanced at Maelor and they both shrugged, before catching up with her, and keeping her between them again.
But that set the pattern for their walk. Dylan’s careful plan was discarded and Hawthorne chose where she wanted to go. At least with the two of them to protect her she was safe, but he’d have much preferred her to stay on the path he and Maelor had chosen.
When they eventually worked their way around to the restaurant, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. She liked it. She laughed and chatted with their server, she read the menu carefully before choosing her preferred dish, and then she complimented them and the staff on the meal. Dylan’s heart beat faster. She was so lovely to look at and a delight to be near. He and Maelor could talk to her about the need to stay out of danger later. Only one thing remained. To convince her to come home with them.
As they left the restaurant, Dylan asked, “Will you please come home with us now?”
“Back to the mall?”
“Yes, but specifically to my apartment in the mall.”
“Your apartment?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“We’d really like the chance to make love to you properly,” added Maelor.
“What made you choose your apartment, Dylan, instead of Maelor’s?”
“We can go to Maelor’s if you’d prefer, but my apartment is next to Rhion’s, which is vacant now, apart from all their stored things, until the new closets are finished, so we thought it’d be more peaceful for you.”
Hawthorne giggled. “In case I scream when I come?”
“I’d really like you to scream when you come. Scream loudly. But the neighbors might knock on the door to check you’re okay and that could spoil the mood,” said Dylan, hoping she was just teasing them.
It seemed she was teasing because she laughed again but made no more comments.
It was really nice walking the streets, now quite dark, with Hawthorne between them still looking around at everything they passed. It was hard to remember she’d been kept inside for weeks to be safe from Bailey Hamilton. Well, now he was in jail and she could start to enjoy her life again. In freedom and safety. Surely it wouldn’t be too hard for them to find an apartment together not too far from the mall. One that Hawthorne would like.
“You’ve made quite a few comments about the gardens, Hawthorne. Would you like an apartment with a garden? Some of them have shared gardens where you can grow things,” said Maelor.
“It’s strange. I do like plants very much. But I don’t have the patience to grow them myself. I either overwater them, or forget to water them at all. Either way I don’t have a very good record with growing things. Even potted plants on the balcony don’t survive well under my care.”
Dylan had the feeling she was about to say something more, when she frowned and pulled her cell phone out of her jeans pocket. “Willow wants us to go up to her apartment as soon as we get back to the mall. She said to text her when we reach the building and Rhion will come down to swipe us up to their floor.”
“Something’s wrong,” said Maelor.
“I agree.” Unconsciously Dylan began walking faster as did Maelor. Hawthorne lengthened her stride to keep up with them.
What the fuck has happened?
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