by Kate Douglas
Lisa felt her breath catch, an amazing physical response from merely sitting here in the shadows, comparing the two. Broad chests with well-defined muscles, perfectly sculpted pectorals, light glinting off corded arms held loosely at their sides, off muscular thighs. Tight, sleek buns and thick mats of black pubic hair.
Black on black. Black on white. The contrast was perfect, arousing. Absolutely beautiful. As Lisa watched, their cocks expanded, extended, rose out of their dark nests. Pressed harder, one against the other, without any movement by either man. She wondered what kind of restraint it must take, to stand immobile while the slight pressure of contact aroused them to full tumescence.
There was something utterly fascinating, watching the slow expansion of two absolutely perfect cocks, one almost black, the other a deep, dark red. Light glinted off each man. Veins enlarged, pumping more blood into organs already hard and full.
Rising up now, erections brushed against each other, forming an X when viewed from the side. Neither man had moved, yet their tableau continued to change, slowly, inexorably as their arousal increased. Lisa realized her heart was pounding, knew her sex was wet and swollen. A throbbing deep in her womb matched the pounding rhythm of blood in her chest, the brush of nipples against her soft T-shirt had her rolling her shoulders in response. Her clothing felt uncomfortably tight.
As she watched intently, Lisa noticed a bubble of white slowly forming on the dark crown of Tinker’s cock. Her tongue swept her upper and lower lip, as if she tasted the familiar flavors. The brush of her tongue tickled—her lips were so unbelievably sensitive. Lisa shot a quick glance at Tia. She’d already removed her clothing. Naked, Tia slowly rubbed light circles across her breasts with both hands.
Lisa tugged her shirt over her head and slipped out of her pants. The cool air in the cabin raised goose flesh across her chest, and the muscles between her legs clenched spasmodically. She didn’t touch herself. Chose instead to test her body, to test her limits of arousal.
Luc’s cock was covered now in a stream of pre-cum, flowing slowly from the tip of the broad crown. Lisa wondered if the men could reach climax, standing there like statues while their erections continued to grow and curve upward.
Suddenly, one dark fist and one light slipped out of the shadows. Tinker wrapped his long fingers around Luc while Luc did the same to Tinker. Each man carefully spread the other’s fluids, lubricating the massive, deep-veined cock he held.
Sitting this close, Lisa realized how highly aroused both Luc and Tinker actually were. Their hands trembled. She tried to read their thoughts but discovered solid blocks. Did they communicate mentally on some sort of private band, or was every move, so perfectly duplicated, managed merely by touch?
Her questions fled as Luc and Tinker began to slowly stroke one another. Right hands only, their fingers slipping back and forth over slick, hard flesh. Muscles in thighs and buttocks quivered and clenched, and the golden light played over the changing shadows. They’d held perfectly still until now, but the almost imperceptible rock and sway of hips hinted at increasing desire.
Tia moaned. Lisa bit back her own whimper of need and thought of sitting on her hands to keep from touching herself. She wanted to let the fever build, slowly. Wanted it to grow merely from watching the men.
Tia had no such intention. Lisa glanced regretfully away from Tinker and Luc when Tia groaned, and almost came undone. Tia had hooked one leg over the broad arm of the overstuffed couch and slowly but surely was bringing herself to climax. Her fingers circled her engorged clit; the other hand tugged at the nipple on her right breast.
Lisa squirmed in her seat but kept her hands away from her body. Her skin practically hummed with growing need, but watching was amazingly arousing when she knew she wasn’t going to touch herself. She forced herself to look away from Tia and slowly shifted her focus.
Turned back to the men.
Luc and Tinker appeared on the edge of climax. Muscles across their chests quivered, their legs trembled. Each man had his head thrown back, eyes closed. Sweat covered chests, backs, and legs, and they glistened in the mellow light.
Suddenly, they paused. Luc turned Tinker loose, wrapped his hands around Tink’s hips, and dropped slowly to his knees. He licked the very tip of Tinker’s cock, dipped his tongue into the tiny eye at the end, then wrapped his mouth around the upper third and sucked.
Lisa realized she was holding her breath, watching the dark hollows in Luc’s cheeks when he tilted his head and sucked Tinker deep, so deep he had to swallow in order to take the full length. His throat convulsed with the size of Tinker’s cock; his cheeks hollowed, dark and feral.
She let her breath out with a whoosh when Luc backed away. His lips dragged the full length of Tinker’s massive cock, catching on the ridge just before the crown. Lisa licked her own lips, remembering how Tinker tasted, how it felt to circle the smooth head with her lips and tongue. She practically tasted his fluids, sensing in her mouth the bitter yet somehow addictive taste of his cum.
She swallowed back a whimper. Her breasts ached, her uterus ached, her entire body pulsed with need, and she wondered if she could come, just sitting here watching, not touching. Wondered if the men, with their heightened senses, could smell her arousal. Wondered if they even cared, so caught up were they with each other.
Luc used his hands to control Tinker’s hips, pressing him close as he swallowed his cock, moving him away as he slipped his lips back, almost to the tip. Tinker’s arms stayed at his sides, his hands clenched into tight fists, the veins across the tops of his hands and along his forearms highly distended.
A muffled cry to her right told Lisa that Tia had taken herself over the edge, but Lisa didn’t look away from the men. She couldn’t. Tinker suddenly pulled his cock out of Luc’s mouth. His chest heaved with each deep breath, but he seemed to gain enough control that he didn’t come.
Lisa didn’t think she’d ever seen his cock so big, so hard. Glistening black and shining in the pale light, wet from Luc’s mouth, wet from the fluid flowing slowly from the tip. Luc raised his head and grinned at Tinker, who slowly knelt facing Luc. They embraced, kissing long and deep, their mouths open, their cocks once again rubbing against each other. Now, though, the pre-cum was thicker, more evident, their movements jerky, more frantic.
Suddenly Luc grabbed Tinker in a wrestler’s hold and attempted to throw him. Tinker responded with a defensive move that rolled Luc to his back. Lisa pulled her feet up out of the way when they tumbled closer to the couch.
Tia giggled and raised her fist in the air. “Go get him, Luc. Take him down!”
Still caught in her body’s need for release, Lisa watched, open-mouthed, as the two men wrestled for the superior position. Tinker appeared to have the advantage; then Luc broke his hold and managed to roll Tinker onto his back. Grunting with effort, Tinker used his powerful legs to gain leverage. He lifted Luc and threw him to his belly, then rolled over on top and held him down with his own weight.
Both men were gasping with their efforts, but they appeared more aroused than before. Tinker’s hips rode Luc’s ass, though he’d not penetrated. Still, the threat was there, the power play of one man dominating another.
Lisa realized she had her fist shoved in her mouth to keep from screaming. They weren’t really fighting, were they? It looked deadly serious, but there was no anger in the room, no sense of anything other than unimaginable lust and the male need for conquest.
Luc fought Tinker’s hold, using his hips to try and buck him off his back. Advantage again went to Tinker. He reached beneath Luc and lifted his hips. Their bodies were sweat-covered, their cocks oozed fluid, and hot breath huffed from their lungs. In one swift move, Tinker reached around Luc’s waist and grabbed Luc’s testicles with his left hand. Luc went still just long enough for Tinker to grab his own cock in his right hand, position himself, and drive into Luc’s well-lubricated ass with a single, harsh thrust.
Luc snarled and tried once more to dislodge
Tinker, but there was no question who was victorious in this particular battle. Once Luc accepted defeat, it was obvious he thoroughly enjoyed the consequences of losing. Tinker was breathing as if he’d run a mile, but it didn’t keep him from plowing hard and deep inside his partner.
He’d released his grasp on Luc’s balls and now held him by the cock, both fists wrapped around Luc’s hard length. Tinker fucked him hard and fast. He slid his hands back and forth, matching the steady rhythm of his cock, and his balls hit Luc’s on every downward thrust.
Lisa was trembling, her entire body shaking as she watched the men’s faces, watched the way their muscles stretched and contracted, the way they grunted and groaned with their efforts. She tried once more to read their thoughts and, without warning, stumbled into a blind haze of unimaginable lust.
She was Luc, her ass on fire from the powerful thrusts of Tinker’s huge cock, the pain as exciting as the tight clasp of his hands around her straining erection. She almost climaxed, so sudden was the sensation, so amazing the myriad impressions stuffing her mind, just as Tinker stuffed Luc.
Luc came first, almost without warning. Lisa slipped out of his thoughts just in time and searched for Tinker’s. Luc’s body arched against Tinker’s, and she felt his cock jerk in her own hands. Tinker had one fist covering the top of Luc’s cock, and thick white streams leaked between his fingers with each jerk of Luc’s body.
Lisa felt the hot, wet ejaculate spurting out of the end of Luc’s cock, forced against her palm, leaking out between her fingers. The sharpness of detail, the strength of the sensation took her even higher. Luc’s hand brushed Tinker’s thigh, and she felt the pressure where he touched. Then he wrapped his fingers around Tinker’s sac and squeezed lightly, his gentle grasp at odds with the tension in Tinker’s body. It was all Tinker needed. All Lisa needed.
Tinker threw back his head and cried out. His hips thrust forward, almost driving Luc to the mat. Lisa felt her own muscles flex, so caught up in Tinker’s thoughts that it was as if she drove into Luc, as if her cock were trapped tightly by his clenched muscles.
Tinker seemed to come forever, buried deep inside Luc. Lisa jerked with each thrust, each ripple of flesh as Luc’s muscles contracted tightly around Tinker’s cock. Her fluids ran along her inner thigh. No matter how much she’d not wanted to touch herself, Lisa realized her fingers were jammed deep inside her sex, trapped by her own spasming pussy.
Tia sprawled beside her, limp and grinning broadly. “Well, you wanted to see the guys together. What do you think?”
Lisa had to catch her breath before she could answer. She turned away from Tia, turned her attention back to the men. They had collapsed on the mattress. Tinker still impaled Luc, but he had a strained expression on his face. Luc was grinning like the cat that ate the canary. Lisa looked closely and burst into giggles.
Luc still held on to Tinker’s balls. He glanced at Lisa and winked.
It took her a moment to get her laughter under control. “Luc, you remind me of that cartoon of the frog getting swallowed by the bird, and the frog has his little fists wrapped around the bird’s throat, strangling him.” She glanced at Tia and asked dryly, “Do those two ever give in?”
Luc answered, “Never. Right, bro?”
“Right. Now turn my balls loose before I bust yours.”
Laughing, Luc let go. The two of them disentangled themselves and, slapping each other on the arms like a couple of ornery kids, headed for the bathroom to clean off.
Lisa sat staring at Tia for a moment without saying anything. There really were no words. Her body still thrummed with latent arousal; her breasts were tight, taut peaks, so sensitive they responded to the slight currents of air. She shook her head, laughing quietly. “Are they always like this?”
Tia snorted. “Always. Seriously, they love each other. They make love a lot. It’s never just sex with those two, not like it can be with a lot of Chanku. The drive, the need for sex, is so powerful in our kind, but Tinker and Luc truly have a special relationship.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Like Tinker keeps telling you, we’re family. We all love one another, make love to one another.”
No matter how often she heard this, Lisa wondered if she would ever truly understand or accept it. Family…her own was so splintered. It had always been so, though now there was a chance to reconnect with her brother and sister. She still wasn’t sure how she really felt about that. “Will your marriage to Luc make a difference?”
“I hope not. Just as I hope Tinker’s love for you won’t make a difference.” Tia looked away, as if unable to meet Lisa’s direct stare. “I was so afraid when he came out here looking for you. I thought that if Tinker found someone for himself, he wouldn’t need Luc and me anymore. Lisa, we still need him. We need both of you. I hope things won’t change, other than you becoming another part of our family.”
As much as she loved Tinker, as much as she thought she loved Tia and Luc, Lisa couldn’t answer. She honestly didn’t know yet how she’d feel when all of this finally sunk in. So many changes in one week. Would it ever make sense?
Tia waited for her to say something, but when Lisa didn’t, Tia didn’t push. She merely smiled, leaned close, and kissed Lisa very gently on the mouth. Then she settled back and tucked her feet under herself, waiting for the men to return.
Tinker was the first one out of the shower. He walked straight up to Lisa and kissed her on the mouth, hard. Water from his wet hair sprinkled her, and she pushed him away, laughing. “Cocky, aren’t you? Did Luc let you win?”
“Let me? You’re kidding, right?” Tinker glanced up as Luc walked into the room. “Hey, Luc. Did you let me win?”
“Hell no, and I’ve got the sore ass to prove it. You just got lucky. Next time I’m on top.”
“In your dreams, man.”
Luc sidled up close to Tinker and ran his hand down Tinker’s chest, all the way to his cock. “You got that right.”
“Okay, you two. Cut it out. It’s our turn.” Tia grabbed Luc’s hand and flattened his palm across her breast. “Remember these?”
“Oh yeah…” He squeezed her breast, and Tia arched into his touch. Lisa heard the breath hiss out between her teeth. Tinker grabbed Luc’s arm and pulled him away from Tia.
“Not now. No time. We need a plan if we’re going to figure out what’s going on at the sanctuary.”
“What?” Now it was Lisa’s turn to act indignant. “You get us all wound up and then you decide you need a plan? What happened to winging it? I don’t think so.” She folded her arms over her bare breasts and glared first at Tinker, then at Luc.
Luc grinned, grabbed Tia, and pulled her to her feet for a quick kiss. “Sorry, girls, but we’re going in as wolves. It’s a long run from here, and we’ll need to eat first.”
“Besides,” Tinker added, “a little sexual frustration is good for you. Keeps you on your toes.”
Lisa gave him a long, slow, appraising look. Then she grabbed Tia’s hand and dragged her toward the bedroom to dress. She still wasn’t too crazy about cooking naked. “They’re gonna pay for this. You realize that, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah. It appears great minds think alike.”
The bandage strips fell off the wound on her throat when she shifted. Tinker growled at the four strips lying on the ground, then licked her throat. The slice from Seth’s knife didn’t even sting anymore.
Chanku definitely healed fast. Is it bleeding?
No. I can’t really see it beneath your fur, but it looks as if it’s healed. I should have killed the little bastard.
That would have been difficult to explain. Lisa nipped at Tinker’s shoulder. He’s just a kid who screwed up. He thought he was helping the wolves.
Holding a knife to your throat goes a little beyond screwing up, don’t you think? I didn’t find it at all helpful.
Lisa relaxed at the dry humor in Tinker’s mental voice. At least he didn’t sound as furious as he’d been earlier. She whirled around and headed t
oward the dark band of trees.
Tia raced beside her. Tinker and Luc followed close behind. Tinker was definitely right about one thing: Sexual frustration made her senses sharp. Lisa couldn’t recall the scents of the forest smelling as pure as they did tonight, the sounds as clear. Once again she was struck by the surrealistic nature of the seemingly simple act of racing through the forest on four legs, the way her sharp nails dug into the hard ground, the way the air felt, rushing through her thick, coarse coat.
She felt it, the sense of power, the strength of the pack. Her packmates ran beside her. Behind her. It was all connected, this wolven body, this group of beloved packmates. Family.
After dinner they’d napped. All of them had sprawled together on the mattresses, but there’d been no sex. Now they set a fast pace and reached the series of fenced enclosures in a little over half an hour. Lisa felt ready for just about anything.
Except rounding a corner at a full run, right into the path of three large trucks running without lights. Three long-bed pickup trucks, loaded with men and guns, led by Hal Anderson.
Like ghosts in the dark, the four wolves slipped into the heavy brush alongside the road. Lisa’s heart pounded frantically. Had anyone seen them? The moon was only half full tonight, but the sky was clear, and the silver glimmer of light might have been enough.
It had certainly been enough for wolven eyes.
What do you think? Lisa, did you get a good look at any of them?
Luc didn’t sound the least bit concerned. Maybe everything was okay. Just Hal. He was in the lead truck. Not driving. It might have been one of the new volunteers driving. I couldn’t tell.
I counted at least a dozen men, Tinker said. Two in the cab of each truck, four riding in the back of the second truck, two in the back of the last truck. Rifles visible with a couple of them. Not sure about small arms.
No dogs.
Thanks, Tia. I totally missed looking for dogs.
What now? Tinker sniffed the air.
Luc answered, We follow them. See what’s going on. Lisa, have you seen this kind of activity before? A group this size, armed?