by Kate Douglas
She felt the unexpected brush of stiff hair on her inner thigh. The tongue that swept from her ass to her navel almost took Lisa over the top. Her eyes blinked open of their own accord just as a heavy paw pressed down on her upper right thigh. It was Tia, but not as Lisa expected her. Tia’s dark brown coat sparkled in the pale light from the bathroom, her reddish highlights giving her an otherworldly appearance.
Her amber eyes glowed with feral delight, and her long, pink tongue snaked out and wrapped partially around her muzzle. Then she tilted her wolven head and disappeared once more between Lisa’s legs.
Tinker had taken her this very same way, but it was different now: This was Tia. She knew instinctively where to lick, how deep to penetrate with her amazing tongue, licking and lapping at Lisa’s flowing juices, running the coarse flat of her tongue not so gently across Lisa’s exposed clit.
There was hardly any warning. Lisa’s orgasm slammed into her trembling body. Shocked by its power, she arched her back and screamed, pulling at the hands holding her wrists, writhing beneath the unbelievable sensations of tongue and sharp canine teeth, of cold nose and whiskered muzzle.
It was wrong and delightful, bestial and Tia, and beyond every fantasy Lisa had ever imagined. Two beautiful men held her captive. Their fingers plucked at her taut nipples, pinching and rolling them in perfect sync, one with the other.
Lisa felt the solid pressure of their cocks; hot, silky skin covering ironlike shafts, smooth and powerful pressing against her shoulder on one side, her arm on the other.
She wanted to taste, to compare first one and then the other, to move from Tinker’s cock to Luc’s and back to her mate’s, but the beast between her legs held Lisa’s full attention. The woman who pleasured her had complete control.
Tia gentled her sensual assault, licking and nuzzling between Lisa’s legs, sweeping her tongue along the tight crease between her buttocks, taking Lisa closer and closer to another mind-blowing climax.
Her legs trembled, her inner muscles clenching with each penetration of that amazing tongue. Lisa hovered at the peak, once more riding the wave of sensation, so close to orgasm that she cried out when the fingers left her breasts, whimpered when, without warning, the men lifted her up and away from that amazing tongue. Her body tensed, searching for the myriad sensations that had taken her higher with each swirling lick, each sharp-toothed nip. The men turned Lisa completely over, moving her effortlessly to lie atop the pillows, her ass in the air, her arms once more securely held in position.
Lisa giggled as the air returned to her lungs. Luc and Tinker moved to her sides and each grabbed an ankle along with her wrist. She was well and truly trapped, stretched out, helpless, in the grasp of two beautiful men. Her heart raced, and her sex convulsed as Tia entered her again, licking and stabbing her with that long, mobile tongue. She licked Lisa from clit to ass and back again, concentrating now on the sensitive ring of her anus, licking, probing, harder, deeper until the sensations seemed to roll over Lisa in a tidal wave of need for more.
The men released her hands and ankles, and she lay there on her stomach, her ass in the air, trembling, waiting to see what they would do next. No one had said a word, no one whispered or opened their thoughts. Had the other three been communicating all along? Discussing each move outside of Lisa’s consciousness, each separate act they chose leading to a single spear of need? Lisa realized she’d been so caught up in her own arousal, she’d not even searched.
Now she did, opening her mind and finding more than she’d expected, a convoluted mental overload of sensation and sex, of immeasurable arousal and powerful desire. All of them, caught up in the extreme, overtly sexual cravings of Chanku after shifting, each one of them seething with adrenaline and hormones and desperate, overwhelming need.
The combined sexual desires of Luc, Tia, and Tinker slammed into Lisa, ramped her already heightened senses into overdrive. She began to shake, violent tremors, a desperate need for more sensation, more touch, more sex.
Something cool and moist was spread across her buttocks. She jumped at the contact and then shivered again as the fingers moved deep along the seam between her cheeks, spreading a cool, sweet-smelling cream. In her heightened state, Lisa moaned and pressed against the thick finger that slowly circled and probed her ass. Not enough, not nearly enough as it pressed slowly but surely inside. Was it Luc? Was he the one making her breath catch in her throat, making her heart slam against her ribs? Mind whirling, body a seething mass of sensation, she struggled to identify the one who would take her this way.
Tinker! She caught his thoughts with hers and felt tears behind her eyelids. When the tears slipped free, they scalded her cheeks, left trails of cool fire to her chin, but she was glad, more pleased than she might have expected. It seemed only fitting that Tinker take her one remaining bit of virginity. She loved him, though Lisa realized that, through Tinker, she loved Tia and Luc every bit as much.
She was worrying her way through that concept when Tinker added another finger and pumped slowly in and out. The image of his erect cock, his massive size made her squirm. Desire or fear? She didn’t know. Couldn’t tell, beyond the fact that his fingers weren’t enough, beyond the fact that she wanted more, wanted it deeper, harder.
Would anything ever be enough? She pressed back against Tinker’s fingers as he slowly stretched her and knew she could take more, could take all of him. Then Luc lifted Lisa and draped her over his body. She felt the hard, hot length of his cock stretching long beneath her belly, the hot brush of his lips on her throat and chin. Tia was there as well, sitting close beside Lisa and stroking her shoulder, offering her silent encouragement.
Tinker knelt behind her, settled himself between her legs and Luc’s, and stroked her back with one broad palm while he continued slowly thrusting in and out of her ass with two fingers. Luc touched her breasts and shoulders as he settled her on top of him.
Lisa almost laughed out loud. It was so unreal, to picture herself sandwiched between two of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen, but the solid pressure of Tinker’s cock against her ass, the heat of Luc’s against her belly, made it all too real.
Tinker entered her first. Slowly, with whispered words of encouragement, he stretched her tight muscle with the broad head of his cock. It burned like fire, and Lisa’s first instinct was to fight him, but his thoughts were in her head, and he was telling her to push back, to relax, and she felt his broad crown slip past her sphincter, slip deep inside her passage.
It was amazing, like nothing she’d ever experienced in her life—somehow dark and forbidden, unbelievable pleasure verging on indescribable pain. She moaned and pressed harder against Tinker, forced him deeper inside that final virgin passage, until she felt his silky pubic hair rubbing against her buttocks, felt the weight of his sac lying heavy and hot against her perineum.
He was inside her. All the way inside, and she knew this was just the beginning, knew that every sexual fantasy she’d ever had was about to come true. Practically quivering with expectation, she waited…waited while Tinker seemed to gather control, waited for more.
After a few moments of slow, steady breaths, Tinker reached around Lisa and grabbed Luc’s cock in his fist. In what seemed like a surrealistic part of an amazingly vivid sexual dream, Lisa lifted herself enough to allow Tinker to guide Luc inside her sex.
She was swollen and wet and impossibly turned on, but the thought uppermost in Lisa’s mind was that there couldn’t possibly be room, not for two men as big as these guys. Very quickly, though, it was obvious they’d had more than enough practice. In fact, from the answering thought in Tinker’s mind, she knew they’d done it many times.
She turned her head and looked at Tia, tried to picture her slim, bronze body between Luc’s light skin and Tinker’s dark. They would look beautiful, the three of them, all graduated color and slim, healthy bodies. Then Lisa wondered briefly why there was no jealousy in this room. Tia had been Tinker’s lover, had shared her bed with
both men on a regular basis. Had given herself to others within the pack, all with Luc’s encouragement.
Now she encouraged Lisa, with both her smile and the love in her amber eyes. Beautiful eyes. The eyes of a wolf. A brief shiver crawled along Lisa’s spine. Tia had the eyes of a wolf. Eyes just like Lisa’s. Like Luc’s and Tinker’s. All of them alike.
Packmates.
Lisa sensed the differences between the men who surrounded her, who filled her. Their size and shape and the way they moved, their scent, the way they touched her, kissed her skin, held her and encouraged her. Still, no matter how different they might be, they still managed to enter her together, slowly and carefully, until she felt as if she might either burst or fly.
It seemed awkward at first, getting all their parts in sync, but they found a rhythm with Luc’s cock slipping past Tinker’s, in and out in opposing strides. Tinker invited Lisa into his mind, into the sensations of wet heat and tight muscles and unbelievable arousal, the feel of Luc’s cock slipping along his, the fact that he could feel every bit of Luc’s shape and texture through the thin wall between her rectum and her vaginal wall.
Experiencing what Tinker felt, knowing how much he loved both her and Luc, took Lisa higher, closer to the edge. Each time Luc slipped inside, each time he drew back, the top of his cock rubbed against her clit. When Tinker thrust forward, he pushed Lisa closer to Luc, and their bodies slipped over one another, wet with their own sweat and each other’s.
Hot and wet and so turned on, Lisa thought she might explode, but the ultimate climax eluded her. So caught up in the magic of three bodies fucking, three lovers sharing, it took a moment to realize Tia was no longer part of the mix.
Lisa turned her head and looked directly into Tia’s amber eyes. Propped against the headboard with her long, blond hair cascading wildly about her shoulders and her legs spread wide, Tia slowly thrust her fingers in and out of her swollen sex. Her nether lips were dark red and clung greedily to her fingers. Her bare mound glistened with moisture as she pleasured herself, rubbing slow circles around her clit, then pressing deep inside in a steady rhythm. Lips parted, she watched her three packmates through hooded eyes.
Watching, Lisa heard the wet sounds Tia made and imagined her taste, earthy and fresh, and wanted her mouth where the fingers of Tia’s right hand now traveled. Luc reached out and took Tia’s left hand tightly in his, and Lisa knew his strong grip kept his mate physically connected to Tinker, Lisa, and himself. Now it truly was the four of them, each growing closer to the edge of release, each one linked through touch as well as love.
This time when Lisa scanned the thoughts of the others, she found them all open and waiting for her, maintaining control until she reached for them, joined with them in the most intimate sex of all, the sex they shared in their minds.
Bombarded with sensation, she felt her climax rushing forward, felt her body rising up from Luc, from Tia, and most especially from Tinker. His was the love that bonded the four of them, his was the emotion that grounded them, made them whole.
His love was the power that sent them flying into tiny pieces as orgasm claimed each of them as one. Tinker drove deep inside Lisa at the same time Luc filled her. Tia arched, her fingers deep inside herself. Lisa wanted to watch, couldn’t help but want to see another woman in the throes of orgasm, but she was shaking and crying, and still the pleasure continued to build. Hotter, higher, clasped in Tinker’s arms, held close by Luc, Lisa reached her peak with a scream, and then slid effortlessly over the top.
She lay sprawled across Luc’s chest, aware of his pulsing cock still deep inside her sex. Tinker covered both of them, clasped tightly by her spasming body. Tia lay sprawled just as limp against the headboard, still holding on to Luc’s hand. The only sound was the chuffing of deeply drawn breaths, the rapid beat of Lisa’s own heart echoing in her ears.
The fantasy peeled quickly away as people walked by just outside their door, talking and laughing, and their voices came through the thin walls as if the sound passed through cardboard.
“Oh. My. God.” Lisa tried to raise her head and couldn’t. How noisy had the four of them been? Had there been an audience while they moaned and screamed and groaned in ecstasy? She tried to imagine a stranger walking in on them about now, and the visual of tangled, sated bodies twisted and sprawling atop the big bed was too much. She started to giggle. She slapped her hand over her mouth and tried desperately to stop, but she only laughed harder.
Her arms felt like rubber, and Luc’s chest was beginning to bounce beneath her as he tried to hold back and couldn’t. Tinker snorted into her ear, and that set Lisa off again.
Tia had managed to slap a pillow over her mouth, but even though she rolled over and buried her face in the fluff, it didn’t muffle all the sound.
Tia’s antics set Luc off once more, and Lisa, still squashed between Tinker and Luc, laughed even harder. By the time they got the giggles under control, the four of them had managed to disentangle themselves, but none of them seemed able to move beyond the big bed.
“That was fun,” Luc said, deadpan.
And of course, that set them off again. Finally Tinker crawled off the bed and dragged Lisa with him toward the shower. She followed behind on rubbery legs. Tinker had to help her into the shower, but it felt wonderful to wash all the stickiness and sweat off her body and the ejaculate from two men from between her legs.
She didn’t really think about what she’d just done, that she’d had sex with two men while another woman watched. It had been wonderful, and she sensed that it was so right and knew they were going to do it again. And again.
But Lisa wasn’t quite ready to think about it. It was as if she’d lost that part of her brain that should be telling her what they’d done was wrong. Maybe that was part of being Chanku. Maybe all the rules changed along with that ugly looking capsule she swallowed every day.
Would the rules reverse if she stopped taking it? Lisa tilted her face toward the hot spray and smiled. No way in hell would she ever want to go back to her life before Tinker.
Before Luc and Tia.
Tinker took great care with her, treating Lisa as if she were made of spun glass. He bathed her gently, kissed her shoulder, her cheek, the indentation on her lower back. Once he’d soaped and rinsed her, he washed himself, but he was quick about it. It was all Lisa could do not to tumble to the tile floor, but at least Tinker had propped her against the wall of the shower so she wouldn’t fall over.
This time when they went back into their room, Tia and Luc were gone and the bed put back to rights. Lisa crawled between the sheets and Tinker followed. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed the top of her head. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so loved before. Or so tired.
“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really sleepy tonight.” Tinker’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. Lisa snuggled her butt up against his belly.
“Tomorrow what?” She really had no idea what he was talking about.
“Luc and me. You girls wanted to watch. Tomorrow, okay? Before we head back to the sanctuary. Your bed at the cabin’s too small. We’re big boys. We need big beds.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up close against him. Lisa had been ready to fall asleep. Now she lay there in Tinker’s embrace, picturing the two men she’d fallen so desperately in love with making love to each other.
Odd, she thought, how she now included Luc in her feelings of love. Tia as well. She’d always been so terribly monogamous in her relationships, even if it was serial monogamy. Tinker was right. The changes in her body and mind since becoming Chanku really did extend to her basic sense of relationships, her physical reaction to sex, to love.
Tinker’s cock rose up to fill the crease between her buttocks. Pondering the entire concept of packmates and more than one sexual partner at a time, Lisa finally fell asleep with her mate tucked up close against her, holding on as if he’d never let her go.
Luc woke them before it was even light. He was
already dressed, and Tinker heard the shower running when Luc opened the connecting door between their rooms.
“Ulrich just called. There’s a raid planned at the sanctuary at dawn, all part of the hit on Dunlop’s hunting preserve last night. It more than got ugly. According to Ulrich, the senator took a couple potshots at the cops. Guess they’d been drinking and decided to do a night hunt. That’s why we heard them out after dark. Got the attention of a whole lot more folks than it might have otherwise. It’s a little after four right now. If we hurry, we can be there when the authorities arrive. I really want Lisa on hand in case anything comes up.” He leaned over and kissed Lisa fully on the lips. “Good morning, sleepyhead. Hope you slept well.”
She blinked owlishly and kissed him back. Tinker swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Looks like that guy-on-guy sex gets put off a bit longer. Damn.” He grinned at Luc. “I was really looking forward to that, too. Sorry, sweets.” Tinker leaned back over and kissed Lisa, then laid one on Luc for good measure. “I’m going to take a quick shower.”
Laughing, Luc headed back to his room, but he paused in the doorway. “Lisa, if anything comes up, you’re an employee of Pack Dynamics. You’ve been working undercover for almost two years at the sanctuary. Got it? Ulrich already has the books adjusted.”
He closed the door behind him. Lisa flopped back down on the bed. Tinker turned on the shower and wondered how much of the conversation she’d even remember, as sleepy as she looked.
Tinker finished his shower in record time. Lisa took hers while he gathered their few things together. Luc had saved the deli sandwiches he’d bought the night before but never got around to eating. They bundled into the car, stopped for coffee to go, and headed back to the sanctuary with Tinker at the wheel. They’d only had a few hours’ sleep, but he was buzzing with an adrenaline rush. One look at Lisa, sipping her coffee, munching on a sandwich and staring thoughtfully at the road ahead told him she worried about the repercussions of Dunlop’s arrest.