Pack of Lies

by Lucy Felthouse

  He was thrown firmly out of the weird sensation by his orgasm. His entire body tingled and his balls drew sharply up toward his body, then shot cum that felt like molten lava up his shaft into the condom. Despite the fact he and Sally had been fucking frequently, and multiple times since she’d been around, it felt as if he hadn’t come for months. Jet after jet of spunk flew up his cock until he was worried he’d overflow the damn rubber. He had barely enough presence of mind to pull out and check—which resulted in a whimper from Sally.

  “Shhh,” he said, sounding slurred to his ears, as though he were drunk. Lust-drunk, perhaps. “It’s okay. Just making sure we’re all good in the protection department.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” she said, her hand creeping down to touch her clit.

  Immediately, having satisfied himself that his cum was all where it was supposed to be, he slapped her hand away and replaced it with his own. “Hey, you. You want another orgasm, that’s fine by me. But I’ll be the one to give it to you.” He gave her a mock-glare and received a dopey smile in response. She shrugged and let her arms fall to her sides.

  Centering in on her massively swollen bud, he made sure it was well lubricated with her juices and rubbed it until she came again. It didn’t take long—it seemed she’d had so many orgasms that she’d be on the knife edge of another one for as long as they fooled around. And given the fact that his cock was already rising again, he suspected it would probably be another all-nighter.

  He’d give her a rest first. She was only human. Snapping off the condom and tossing it into the nearby bin, he scooted up beside her. “Hey, sweetie,” he said, pulling her gently into his arms. “You all right?”

  She nodded, still dopey, and snuggled into his embrace. The fingers of one hand brushed through his chest hair, tugging it lightly as she draped the other arm over his waist, her hand resting on his buttock. She was spent, wrung out, and it made him feel both happy and guilty at the same time. He thought she’d had a good time, but had he gone too far?

  Brushing damp hair away from her face, he kissed the top of her head, then murmured, “You sure? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I know I was a little rougher than normal. It’s just that you drive me crazy. In the good way.” Great, he was babbling now.

  With what seemed like a supreme effort, she tilted her head back to look at him. “I’m fine, honestly. I just feel as though I’ve been thoroughly fucked. Fucked into oblivion, actually, which is what you promised. So you have nothing to worry about. Except maybe topping that experience.”

  “T-topping it? You liked it, then?”

  She frowned and landed a slap on his arse cheek. “Since when did you get all paranoid and need your ego massaging? That was, Matthew Adams, the single most amazing sexual experience of my life. Honestly. I have no reason to lie to you, do I?”

  He shook his head. “I guess not. Thank you, I guess. It was mind-blowingly incredible for me too. Thank you.” Pressing a playful kiss to the tip of her nose, he was overtaken by an urge to kiss her lips. He wanted her all over again, so badly it felt as if he’d never had her before, and certainly not as if they’d literally just finished fucking.

  “Christ,” he muttered to himself. “I’m insatiable.”

  “You are, Matthew, but that’s another thing I really like about you. You make me feel very desirable and, more importantly, you follow through on that desire. Each time we fuck, even though it’s utterly satisfying, it makes me want more. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but sex with you is totally addictive!” She giggled, then cupped his jaw and stretched up to kiss him.

  He growled, pulling her body against his once more, his erection nestling against her tummy. “You are very desirable, Sally. The most desirable woman I’ve ever met. And I feel the same—about being addicted to sex with you. And I’m not just saying that because you did either. Seriously, feel how hard my cock is!”

  “Oh, I can feel it all right,” she said, slipping her hand between their bodies and fisting his shaft. “And I think I’ve got somewhere nice and wet for it to go and play. Make sure he’s got a raincoat on, then he can play to his heart’s desire.”

  “Really? So soon?”

  She rolled over and plucked another condom from the bedside drawer, then tossed it to him. “Really. Now stop waffling and get on with it.”

  He raised a brow. God, she was just as insatiable as he was.

  Carefully, he tore open the condom wrapper and sheathed his cock. Then he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Her beautiful breasts tipped with their perfect, pert nipples soon mesmerized him, and he watched them bounce as she began to ride his cock. Her wetness had dried up a tad in the little break they’d had between bouts of fucking, but it soon came back with a vengeance. Before long she was saturated again, her juices making his rubber-clad cock shine and his lower stomach and groin sticky. He didn’t mind, though. Far from it—knowing she wanted him just as much as he wanted her was the biggest turn-on ever.

  Reaching up to play with her jiggling tits, he quickly decided he didn’t want to use his fingers. He wanted to use his mouth. Sitting up, he changed their position so his hands cupped her delectable arse cheeks, assisting her slide up and down his shaft, and his mouth was free to tease her nipples. Talk about the best of both worlds. All three, including the tight glove that gripped his dick.

  As he sucked, licked and nibbled on the pebbled tips of her breasts, he couldn’t resist the temptation to explore the one place he hadn’t yet attempted on Sally’s body. Swiping his fingers through the juices that saturated their skin, he wet his index finger, then tentatively inched it closer to her arsehole. Swirling it around in that vague area, he figured she didn’t mind, as she just carried on riding him regardless. So he moved closer until the pad of his finger touched the crinkled skin of her back hole. Still no reaction. Seemed she was open to the idea.

  Collecting more juices, he returned to her rear hole and wiped them over the tight pucker, circling it again and again before venturing to push a finger inside. Sally groaned and tightened her grip around his shaft, wrenching a grunt from his throat. Pushing deeper inside, he began to slowly, gently, finger-fuck her bottom, enjoying the reactions it garnered from her. The more he did it, the more she relaxed. Her back arched, her breasts thrust into his face and she bounced harder on him, grinding her pubic bone against his, clearly in search of her next climax.

  Soon he pulled out, gathered more of her natural lubricant, this time wetting two fingers and entering her once more. Still he encountered no resistance, just a yowling, writhing, pre-orgasmic woman. Once he was in her bottom to the hilt, he got into a delicious rhythm, fucking both her holes at once, stroking her insides, setting off sparks in her nerve endings.

  Before long it seemed the extra stimulation was too much for her. Freezing mid-bounce, Sally threw her head back and moaned, long and low, then exploded. Both her holes contracted powerfully around his cock and his fingers, unexpectedly ripping his own climax out of him.

  Collapsing to the mattress together, a mass of tangled limbs, they panted. Then, just before he dozed off, Matthew was sure he heard Sally say, “Next time, you can fuck my arse with your cock, not your fingers.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Isaac awoke with a groan, his emotions seemingly ahead of his consciousness on what the plans were for the day. Breakfast, shower, work, then a meeting at the church ahead of that night’s full moon. It wasn’t that he was dreading the meeting, more that he was dreading that it would all be a terrible waste of time and they still wouldn’t catch whoever was doing this. He, his brother, Richard and the other villagers in the know had searched tirelessly and kept their eyes and ears open for anything that might point them in the right direction, and had so far come up with nothing. Whoever the perpetrator was, they were incredibly smart—smart enough to keep slaughtering sheep without leaving a speck of evidence or behaving oddly and arousing suspicion.

  As he thought about sheep, Isa
ac’s brain provided an idea. It was much too late to implement it for that evening but if, God forbid, the night’s plan didn’t work, then next month, maybe the farmer could put all his sheep in barns. All the villagers should be on some kind of curfew—they’d have to come up with some excuse for those not in the know—and then he and Matthew could go up to the moor and turn, like in the old days. They’d only tell a select few that last part, as if it reached the ears of their enemy, they’d just steer clear. He or she might be a match for a determined group of humans, but they wouldn’t have a chance against him and his brother in wolf form. Knowing the sheep and the villagers were well out of the way, they could use their supernatural senses to track down the sheep killer and bring him or her to justice, once and for all.

  He wasn’t happy about waiting another month. Every time a sheep was slaughtered, they ran the risk of someone looking too closely at the village, asking too many questions. A mixture of secrecy, loyalty and fake documentation had kept them hidden for over four hundred years—some being tricks they’d learned from their parents and others that had developed over the decades out of necessity. It would have been easier, of course, to become reclusive or travel around a lot as their parents had done, but as they’d stayed in the village when the boys were young, Matthew and Isaac had grown used to it, had put down roots and therefore had not wanted to leave.

  It had been heartbreaking when they’d had to make a choice. Thomas and Lily Middleton, as their surname had been back then, had had wanderlust just as much as Matthew and Isaac were homebodies. So when Isaac had turned eighteen, they’d given the boys a choice—go on the road with them or stay in Eyam. They’d promised to come back and visit every now and again, so it wasn’t as though it would be a permanent goodbye.

  After much deliberation, the boys had decided to stay in the village. It was awful to have their parents leave, but they knew they weren’t cut out for that kind of life. Equally, they could understand why their parents weren’t cut out for their kind of life—it was a miracle they’d managed to stay in Eyam for so long, bringing up a family, and they were grateful for that, for having been given the best possible start in life. Or as good as it ever got when you changed into a wolf once a month.

  They’d all changed together on the moor one last time, running wild and letting off steam. Then, when morning came, Thomas and Lily had left Eyam. They’d never come back. Word had reached them some months later that Lily had died of a broken heart, having left her children behind, and Thomas, unwilling and unable to live without her, had followed soon afterward. The boys had been mortified, naturally, as they’d expected to have their parents around—albeit not physically—for hundreds more years, with their paths crossing as often as it was safe.

  But they’d coped, not least due to Matthew’s strength and determination and Isaac’s brains and resourcefulness. They’d made a good team for hundreds of years, and he was sure they would continue to do so despite their occasional disagreements. There was no way that they were going to risk exposure—allow exposure. Soon, very damn soon, they’d get to the bottom of this, then get on with their lives.

  He knew that whatever happened and whenever it happened, something was going to change. It had caused so many arguments between them over the past few months but it was important. Very important. During their ordeal, both of them had clung to someone other than his brother, someone who could provide comfort and distraction without even knowing it, helping the brothers through one of the toughest times in their long lives.

  Right at that moment, Matthew was getting comfort and distraction from Sally as she prepared to leave the village and go back to her normal life, leaving him behind. He wasn’t going to be a happy man, Isaac knew, especially since he’d gotten very fond of her.

  Isaac had kept quiet about it because he didn’t want to start another fight between them and because he didn’t want his brother to turn the conversation around on him, because he was having the same trouble with Nathaniel. Except, to the best of his knowledge, Nathaniel was going nowhere, and he wasn’t quite ready to address what would happen next.

  But he knew it had to happen. He knew that he and his brother had to address things properly and find a way to happiness without sacrificing everything else. Years of one-night stands, loneliness and missed opportunities had well and truly come to a head. It wouldn’t be easy, but they had to figure something out before they lost the will to live. Literally.

  The depressing and worrying thoughts forced Isaac out of bed. He couldn’t lie there and wallow in sorrow any longer. He had things to do.

  Later he headed straight from the doctor’s surgery to the church, behaving as nonchalantly as possible. He didn’t want to draw attention from the wrong people. Pushing open the heavy door, he strode in, nodding and smiling at people with an intense feeling of déjà vu as he made his way up to the front where Matthew and Richard stood. They exchanged tentative smiles and shook hands.

  “Have you got all our, uh, stuff, for later?” Isaac asked his brother, referring to the backpack where they stashed their clothes, shoes, food and anything else they might need for their night in the caves.

  “Yeah,” Matthew replied with a nod, “I’ve shoved it in the vestry for now, out of the way.”

  “Cool, thanks. We might have to go straight down there, depending on how long this meeting takes.”

  “I know. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.”

  “I hope you’re right,” he replied, unable to stop the bitterness from seeping into his tone. This should not be happening.

  They waited while the rest of the involved villagers turned up, most of them arriving straight from work too. The gathering was much smaller than last time but much more involved. They had to figure out exactly who was going to be where and when, ensure all the equipment was set up and working correctly and, most importantly, that everyone was going to be safe.

  “I’ll check the cameras out,” Isaac piped up once everyone was assembled and being given tasks. It made sense given that he was the technology whizz. It also meant he could move away from the group a little bit and try to have some peace and quiet. He tinkered and pressed buttons, making sure the cameras were set up correctly and ready to go. They were an incredibly important piece of the puzzle, so he didn’t want them going wrong. All the batteries were charged, thankfully, as he’d asked the respective owners to take care of that part.

  Satisfied, he fiddled around a bit longer, just to delay heading back into the heated conversation taking place a few feet away. He could hear it, of course, and it seemed there was some disagreement as to who should be accompanying the boys to the caves and who should be up on the moor. Isaac stifled a sigh. If they couldn’t even figure this bit out, what hope did they have when he and his brother were in wolf form and some bastard was skulking around up on the moor, trying to frame them for something they hadn’t done?

  Collecting the cameras, he stood, then strode into the thick of the voices, thrusting the devices out in front of him. “Right, these are all checked and ready to go. Shall we get sorted and get going? Otherwise you’re going to have two large wolves running around in here.” He glanced at his watch to make a point, even though it wasn’t quite that late yet.

  Richard cleared his throat. “Yes, yes, Isaac, great idea.” He then quickly assigned people to positions whether they liked it or not. There were a few black looks and mutters, but the brothers glared at anyone who dared to disagree. It soon made them shut up. “Right, now here’s the plan…”

  The ever-efficient vicar had plotted on an Ordinance Survey map where the dead sheep had been found, showing the area that the perpetrator favored and how they’d be most likely to get to and from that area. “There’s no way they’re going to be trying to get through all the underbrush. It’d be incredibly hard work and impossible for them to be quiet whilst doing that. So if we keep watch along the path, especially at the entrances on each end of the moor, our sheep slaughte
rer should be easy enough to spot. As soon as we see him or her grab an animal, we’ve got enough evidence to get them convicted, okay? So for goodness’ sake, don’t alert them to your presence too early, or we’ve got nothing that would hold up in a court of law.”

  Isaac couldn’t help but admire the vicar’s optimism, and hoped like hell he was right. If he was, this would be all be over—

  No, he couldn’t let his brain wander onto that track yet again. He’d been disappointed too many times and it was messing with his mind.

  There was another outbreak of babble and Isaac pasted an interested expression onto his face but actually zoned out. It almost seemed pointless to listen—he and his brother would be stuck in the Stoney Middleton caves, unable to do a damn thing to help.

  After a while, it seemed everyone was satisfied, knew what they were doing, where and when. And not a moment too soon, because it was getting pretty damn close to the time he and Matthew needed to leave to head down to the caves. Richard was aware of this and he made sure nobody had any final questions, then got everyone loaded up with their respective equipment and on their way.

  The vicar was going with the boys, a fact they both agreed and disagreed with. They agreed he should be there, right there where they changed to be one of the villagers who captured the irrefutable proof that they were not doing anything wrong. But on the other hand, they would have felt better had he been going with the group up onto the moor, organizing folks and being his usual incredibly capable self. They knew how much the proof meant to him, however, so they kept quiet.