Breaking Into Love (Alpha Enforcer Squad Book 3) Read online

  Talk about a glutton for punishment! I needed to get my head back in control and push other thoughts away. Tor and Webb weren’t for me. Hell, they wouldn’t be good for any woman. At least, not long term, and I was smart enough to know I couldn’t keep my heart from engaging once sex was involved. For some reason, I just wasn’t built that way. That was the real reason I was still a virgin. I wanted more than a good time. I wanted what I’d read in the antiquated fairytale books I’d discovered as a teen. I wanted happily ever after.

  “Mandriella?” Webb called, making me realize I’d yet to answer his question.

  “Don’t call me that. I go by Mandy.”

  “But Mandriella is so much more…” He paused, and I held my breath, almost expecting him to say it was sexier. “Interesting.”

  “It’s Mandy,” I snapped, and he grinned as if he knew what I’d been thinking.

  “Do you understand what I said, Mandy?”

  “I’ve got it. Stay here or go back to the front. Is there a viewing room where I can see where we’re traveling?”

  Most shuttles came equipped with them, and I had a fondness for looking out into the open space around me. It was humbling to realize how small we were in the vast expanse of space around us. I’d once dreamed of visiting other galaxies or even returning to look at some of the other places our civilizations had once called home. It would be interesting to walk on firm ground with only sky above me. To see and feel the crystal-clear fluid our ancestors had once bathed in. There was so much I longed to experience, but I’d come to accept my job was in intelligence. I’d always be the one left behind to man the computer systems others depended on.

  Webb shook his head. “Not unless one of us is with you.”

  I opened my mouth to offer a scathing comment but slammed it shut at his lifted brow. Soon enough he’d learn what it meant to have an intelligence officer on his shuttle.

  He seemed to like keeping his head free of hair. Maybe, I should see how he’d like a phase one cleaning during his next shower to help rid him of all the hair on his body. I almost let my grin slip free at that thought. Now, what could I cook up for Tor? Oh, this would be an interesting trip after all.

  “No questions?” he probed when I stayed silent.

  “Do you mind if I get ready for bed then? I’m actually pretty tired.”

  “Go ahead.” He waved his hand toward the bed. “Tor and I will be a while before we turn in.”

  I didn’t think he wanted me to keep them company, so I wasn’t sure why he was sharing that tidbit with me. I didn’t care when they turned in. Maybe, the later they stayed up, the later they’d sleep. That would give me plenty of time to do a little hacking into their systems.

  My lips twitched to release the grin I held back. I couldn’t wait to start working in the morning. Maybe, I’d let them have access to the bathing room and their room, wherever it was, and only allow access to the rest of the shuttle if they were with me.

  “No comment?” Webb asked.

  I shook my head. I was already plotting. Webb grinned at me, and it softened his face, making him look younger and sexier. That grin rocked me to my core. I shouldn’t want him the way I did. He and Tor shouldn’t turn me on at all. They were all wrong. I should know. I’d done the research that proved it. Maybe, a good night’s sleep would help me remember that.

  I’d make the control room my first stop in the morning and contact Liege Commander Diamato. That way I could make sure he’d sanctioned this little kidnapping then find out exactly why. Maybe, he knew something more about the code I was working on. That thought made me realize I’d left my handheld on the couch.

  “I left my device in the entryway on the couch,” I told him.

  “I’ll drop it by after I talk to Tor.”

  “You can leave it. I’ll get it in the morning.” I wasn’t keen on the idea of Webb walking in once I was in bed for the night.

  He gave me a inquiring look but didn’t say anything. I got the impression he was trying to figure something out about me. I wouldn’t help him, whatever it was.

  “Goodnight, Webb,” I said and nodded toward the door.

  That wicked grin appeared. Then he laughed aloud.

  “You do realize…?” He stopped, stared at me then shook his head.

  “What?” I questioned.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” he promised then turned and left the room.

  His words were ominous, making me apprehensive. I hated cryptic comments. Then I thought of just how much he and Tor would find out about me tomorrow. I had plans for my two alpha captors, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

  Chapter Three

  I’d just stepped into the sleeping quarters after making use of the cleansing unit when the door opened and Tor and Webb stepped in.

  “What the hell!” I screeched, mortified at being caught naked. I’d been planning to crawl between the sheets and crash for the night. With the rate my heart pumped at the moment, sleep was a long way from happening. I frantically looked around for something to wrap myself in. I had two choices. Run across to the bed and dive in or bolt back to the bathroom. Webb’s words stopped me.

  “Nice to see you sleep naked. I do, too. Hate to be constricted while I’m sleeping.” He sauntered in as if I weren’t frozen in place and tugged his shirt over his head. I would not lick my lips at all that exposed flesh.

  Tor made no attempt to look anywhere but at me. His gaze ate me up, and I had the distinct feeling he was close to pouncing. I finally got my tongue unglued from the roof of my mouth.

  “I thought this was my room.”

  Webb shook his head where he sat on the side of the bed, removing his boots. “I told you you’d find out soon enough. There’s only one bedroom. We’ll share for the duration of the trip.” He glanced up, and I saw the heat in his eyes as he his gaze skimmed over me, his stare snagging and holding on my breasts. I felt my nipples tightening under his scrutiny and did my best to ignore the groan I heard from Tor. “Ever shared a bed with an animal, Mandriella?”

  Hell, I’d never shared a bed with anyone, at least not since I was a little girl and Soph, Emma and I had piled in together. Somehow, I didn’t think it was wise to admit that to them. My virginity wouldn’t be a topic of conversation.

  “I’ll sleep somewhere else then,” I announced and crossed my arms over my chest, doing my best to cover my mutinous nipples. I resisted the urge to fidget in an attempt to cross my legs. All they could see was my bare mons. The rest was hidden, and I planned to keep it that way.

  “Nowhere else to sleep, sweetheart,” Webb crowed. “It’s this bed or a blanket on the floor. Ship’s locked up tight for the night, and that includes this room. You’ll stay with us, so we can keep an eye on you. After all, it’s our job to see to your safety. I recall reading somewhere that we should get better at following orders. Isn’t that right, Tor?”

  Tor finally tore his stare from me and glanced at Webb. They stared for a minute until Tor nodded.

  I dropped my gaze and glimpsed the huge bulge in Tor’s pants. The man was long and thick and appeared ready to burst through the material. I bit into my bottom lip to hold in a moan. No need to add more fuel to this inferno.

  “I’ll take the blanket,” I stated. Now, please, I added in my head. Knowing they were here to stay meant I couldn’t just step back in the cleansing room and wait for them to leave. I really wanted something to hide my nudity.

  “Don’t cover up on our account,” Tor said, finding his tongue while I completely lost mine.

  With little concern to the fact I stood there, Webb stripped to the skin, his erection jutting out. The head was wide, crowning over the shaft, and a drop of fluid beaded at the tip. He absently reached down and gave the stalk a hard rub with his palm, his thumb brushing the pearl of liquid and smearing it over the top. My mouth watered with a need I’d never felt before. I wanted to taste him, to lick that smear and savor it on my tongue.

  “See somethi
ng you like?” Webb questioned as he crossed to me.

  I didn’t realize I was backing away until I hit the wall. He stopped inches from me. I’d dropped my hands so they lay flat on the surface behind me. His avid stare caressed my flesh, making me throb and ache between my thighs. Why, of all the men I’d met in my life, was it these two who turned my insides out and made me crave sex for the first time in my life? It wasn’t fair.

  I forced my gaze over to Tor and did moan. He was just as naked now and looked every inch as delicious as Webb. Tor didn’t touch himself, but his expression invited me to do that for him. His abs rippled with muscle. Where Webb had hair on his chest that thickened into a trail leading to his groin, Tor was as smooth and hairless as I was. His cock rose toward his belly, the head blending with the shaft, not as thick as Webb’s but maybe a shade longer.

  Please don’t let me be drooling! I’d give anything for one of Soph’s witty comments to spring into my head. Or even one of Emma’s acerbic ones. Instead, all I could think was how good they looked.

  Webb dropped his hand, brushing the skin just below my breast. If anything, it made the globe grow heavier, made my ache deeper. He skimmed down over my trembling stomach, bypassed the juncture between my thighs and moved over my left hip instead. He barely brushed along the curve of my buttock then moved in, fingertips caressing my inner thigh. Holding my gaze, he brought those glistening digits to his lips and sucked one into his mouth.

  “You taste good, Mandriella. Say the word, and I’ll feast on that sweet pussy until you pass out from exhaustion.”

  Oh fuck! I was wet. That was my desire he licked from his fingers. I should be mortified, but instead, I was turned on.

  I started to shake my head, more of a reminder for me than any form of denial, but he silenced me with a finger on my lip, smearing some of my essence along the lower curve. I automatically flicked out my tongue to lick at it, and Webb groaned. He loomed over me now, one big arm braced on the wall above my head, the other very close to touching me again.

  Tor had joined us.

  “It’s my turn to taste,” he whispered then bent and took my lips, his tongue licking the surface before slipping inside at my gasp and taking my breath as well as my willpower with him.

  Someone was lifting me, and I didn’t care who it was. This was wrong, or it should be. There would be no happily ever after here, but I wanted it, wanted them, and I was tired of never being touched. I craved it like a visceral need.

  I’d just met them. Yes, I knew of them. Hell, I had their files memorized, which should be the first reason I ran from the room screaming. They took impossible risks, placed themselves in situations other Enforcers wouldn’t. They were adrenaline junkies, tempting death at every turn. There was no future for me here, and I wanted one. I wanted my damn happily ever after. But maybe, just maybe, I wanted this moment more. At least, for now.

  My back hit the cool silk of the covers. Before I could talk myself out of what was happening, Tor took my lips again, pulling me into another kiss that left my mind muddled and my body steeped in desire. My legs were pushed apart, and I gasped, jerking back from Tor’s kiss. We both looked down my body to where Webb settled his broad shoulders between my thighs, pressing them wide. He used one hand to spread my pink lips to his gaze, not allowing me to hide anything from him. Then with a groan, he consumed me. Not easily. Not gently. He claimed and conquered, and I cried out with shock and pleasure.

  Tor nibbled along my arched neck, skimmed across the tops of my breasts then selected one nipple, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. I pressed up into him. My body came undone as I struggled to press my hips harder against the bed while shoving my breasts higher toward Tor’s enticing mouth.

  I lifted my knees, bracketing Webb’s shoulders. My fingers clenched in the covers as I lifted slightly on my elbows. This was so wrong but exactly what I’d waited for, why I’d held onto my virginity for so long. I hadn’t wanted a quick romp with a boy who’d fumble his way through things. I’d wanted a man who knew how to bring the ultimate in pleasure. Tor and Webb were doing that. I felt my orgasm approaching, and knew it promised to be better than any I’d had before.

  Tor plucked my other nipple with his fingers while sucking greedily on the one in his mouth. Webb wrapped his lips around my swollen clitoris. He thrust a finger inside me then grunted. I glanced down and met his gaze. He didn’t say anything, but something in his eyes made me think he knew I was a virgin. I had no hymen. I’d had it removed years ago during a physical checkup. Why keep something that promised pain when broken naturally? No, a quick pass of the wand, and it was gone.

  “I’m going to make you come, honey,” Webb vowed. “And when I do, I want to shove my dick inside you and feel your pussy contracting around it. I want…” He paused as if he’d changed his mind about what he’d planned say. “I want to fuck you. Then I want to watch while Tor fucks you.”

  He hadn’t asked me anything. He’d merely told me what he wanted. But his finger worked magic as it moved in and out, and I could only imagine how much more intense it would feel with his cock instead. I’d come too far to back out now. Right or wrong, we were here, and I was ready to experience what I’d only imagined.

  “Yes,” I whispered, sealing my fate.

  Webb lowered his head again while Tor lifted his.

  “I want to watch you come,” Tor said, easing to my side, one hand still plucking at my swollen nipple. “I’m going to watch Webb take you. See if you enjoy his cock as much as I do.”

  My eyes widened. Holy Nova! That was something I hadn’t known, hadn’t anticipated. Webb and Tor were lovers? It made sense, and damn if the thought of seeing them together didn’t make me even hotter. I gave in to need and jerked Tor’s mouth down to mine, screaming my pleasure into his mouth as I came over and over again.

  Chapter Four

  I might have passed out for a few seconds, but I came screaming back when Webb surged over me, his swollen cock nudging my opening. A trickle of doubt found its way inside my head. Suddenly, hymen or no hymen, I wasn’t so sure there wouldn’t be pain my first time.

  “You can take him,” Tor assured me then reached down between my legs. I couldn’t see everything, but I felt him grasp Webb’s cock, saw the pleasure on Webb’s face. Tor ran the head along my slit, coating it with my need, then he bent down, and I caught my breath as he ran his tongue over Webb and me.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” Webb stated with a grunt and caught Tor by the back of the neck on his way up, pulling him in and kissing him.

  Webb pressed in so the head of his cock pushed past my opening and lodged there. I gasped at the sensations. My body already struggled to accommodate his size, and he wasn’t even all the way inside yet. Maybe, I should just watch the two of them and get off vicariously.

  Tor pulled away from Webb with a chuckle. “You can watch, baby, but you’ll be a part of it.”

  Shit! I had a really bad habit of saying things aloud when I thought them. It was something Soph and Emma did on occasion, as well, though they were better at holding in comments.

  “I didn’t know you two were lovers,” I blurted, not sure if I was trying to prolong the moment before Webb surged inside me or if curiosity had gotten the best of me.

  “What do you think happens when you spend every moment of your life with one person?” Tor asked. “We’re not allowed to form attachments to anyone but each other.”

  “Then when you think you have a chance to change that, someone who doesn’t know anything about you snatches it away with a few words on a data tablet,” Webb said.

  My breath caught again, but there was no pleasure behind it this time. I jerked away from Webb, scooting back until I hit the headboard. I’d forgotten. How could I have forgotten I’d proclaimed these two unsuitable for the Alpha Enforcer Squad program? It was obvious they hadn’t. Was that what this was? A way to teach me a lesson? To show me what they could have brought to another woman if I’d just given
them the chance?

  I felt dirty and worse, between my legs, I throbbed with unfulfilled need. I blinked to keep the tears from spilling over my eyelids. I was way out of my league here. I didn’t know how to shut off my emotions and let his words not matter.

  “Fuck!” Webb muttered and pulled away, heading toward the cleansing unit.

  “Mandy,” Tor began, but I shook my head. I didn’t want to hear any excuse he might make. Webb was right. I’d decided their fate and the fates of countless other Enforcers without really knowing any of them. What gave me the right to judge them? For the first time in my life, I hated my job, or at least the analysis aspect of it.

  “I’d like a blanket, please.” I forced the words past a tight throat.

  “Fuck that,” Tor growled out. “Take the bed.”

  I shook my head, glancing on the spot where Webb had been sprawled between my thighs. I couldn’t stay here. Not now. Not with what hung in the air between us.

  “I want a blanket,” I whispered, and the first tear fell.

  “Shit,” Tor growled, reaching out to brush the tear from my cheek. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Webb’s just an asshole.”

  “He’s right. I don’t know anything about you other than what I’ve read in the reports I was given.”

  “I saw those reports. Anyone would have said we weren’t fit for the program.”

  I wiped my cheeks and pulled the slick sheet up to cover me, not feeling so comfortable in my nudity anymore. I wasn’t sure what to say. There was no excuse I could make. I’d analyzed the material I’d been given and made a call based on it. They weren’t the only ones I’d judged unsuitable for the program. But Webb was right. I’d made all the calls based on data written by others and none based on my own judgment since I’d met none of the candidates.

  “Here’s something you should know about Webb and me. We’ve been together for the last ten years, and yeah, we’ve formed a close bond. Hell, all we’ve had is each other. I know you work in intelligence. I’m sure you know about the Fifth Quadrant, but…” He stopped and shook his head, flexing and rolling his shoulders. “You can’t really know it until you go there and see if firsthand. Experience it. The violence. The drugs. The forced…” He glanced up at me. “Sex. It’s not pretty. People die. Webb and I go into places others won’t. But it’s not because we have a death wish. It’s because we’ve seen firsthand the hell the women taken to the Fifth live in. The women are kidnapped then drugged just so they won’t put up much of a fight when they’re taken. We’ve seen their broken, lifeless bodies cast out like trash. And we’ve done everything we can to get them out before that happens.”