He groaned softly at the sound of his name and slipped the thumbs of both hands along her lower lips, spread them gently apart. The movement revealed the opening of her moist cave to his gaze and to his mouth.
She dragged in a breath as Jie’s touch invaded her. He slipped his thumbs easily inside her, filling her, and massaged the inner walls with careful, skilled strokes.
Energy swirled freely through her entire body now, as it always did when he did these amazing things to her. She slid her hands into his sleek hair and tilted her pelvis, silently begging him for his mouth. The first swipe of his hot tongue across her clit nearly sent her over the edge. Lightly she grasped his hair, but it was too short to grip so she splayed her fingers over his skull, caressed his head in small circles, matching the rhythm of his tongue and fingers on her most sensitive spots.
One hand slid to his cheek and down and she could feel the tiny muscles working in his jaw as he licked and suckled her. Each tug of his tongue and lips on her yin pearl coaxed her body closer and closer to the release she craved so badly.
She heard him murmur, felt the small vibration against her clit. She touched his throat, felt the muscles working as if he were swallowing. Jie was drinking in her yin dew. She sensed it filling his mouth, sliding down his throat, making him stronger.
She tilted her hips upward, giving him as complete access as she was able in the tiny space. He pulled once on her buttocks, pulled her open sex more tightly against his face. He tugged her pearl between his lips and tongue and suckled several times in rapid succession. Her entire body clenched and the orgasm spilled through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her consciousness trapped in those few moments of bliss as all the tension drained, leaving a languid satisfaction in its place.
Jie held her in place so she wouldn’t fall back in her weakened state. He pressed his cheek to her abdomen, breathing heavily. She felt the tension of need still coiled in his hands as he held her. The scent of her sex permeated the air.
When some of her strength had seeped back in, she caressed Jie’s hair and cheeks, traced his lips, moist and slick from her juices. She thought of what Auntie Yee had told her long ago, that the act of sexual love between a man and a woman was a give and take of yin and yang. That the woman gave the man her yin and then in turn, received the man’s yang. That way both partners fulfilled each other, strengthened their qi, their life force and achieved harmony.
Now it was her turn to receive Jie’s masculine force as well as to pleasure him. She smiled down at him, feeling relaxed, harmonious and free of the cares she’d had when she boarded the plane. With her fingertips under his jaw, she tilted his face up and smiled at him. “It’s your turn,” she said, just loudly enough to be heard over the engine.
Jie returned her smile and rose to his feet. He embraced her, pulled her close, then pressed a kiss to her lips, sharing with her the muskiness from her sex that clung to his lips. Jie’s kiss was as deeply intimate as everything they did together. She loved the feel and taste of his lips and tongue and the way he conveyed to her how much he loved her through his kiss. He was a good man and she loved his soul, the essence of which came through when their mouths joined.
While they kissed, she tugged on his belt buckle. By feel only she worked it open and then undid the button and zipper. His erection sprang free, jutted out towards her. Still swirling her tongue against his, she pushed his jeans past his hips and cupped his cock. She caressed it, soft gentle strokes that allowed her to appreciate the velvety texture of the skin and hard, veined muscle. Jie moaned softly into her mouth and pushed his hips forward, pressed his cock more snugly against her palm.
He rested his hands on her upper arms and maneuvered her so that she could sit where he’d been. When they were turned around, he pulled away from their kiss and bid her to sit. He was panting heavily and his erection jutted close to her face as if demanding her mouth.
She reached out and touched it, slid her fingertips up the smooth veined shaft. Jie groaned softly and his cock twitched as if it had a life of its own. She felt his tension, the restrained hunger in his body that told her he, too, was now desperate for relief from the buildup of his yang force.
She pulled her mouth from their kiss and sank down, drew his body to her with a light grip on his narrow hips. As he’d done to her, she pressed her lips to his tight stomach, breathed in his feral scent, which pervaded her soul. She closed her eyes, reveling in Jie’s hot maleness.
She parted her lips and tasted the bare flesh of his taut stomach. Jie’s smooth golden skin pleased her taste buds with its tangy warmth. She slid her hands around his lower back, her fingertips skimming the ridges of muscle, and massaged the sleek skin of his hips as she took his velvety shaft into her mouth.
Mmm... Gently she tasted him, taking his length deeper, bit by bit, delighted in his musky flavor against her tongue and the sounds of his quiet groans as she moved her mouth. One of her hands rested on his hip while the other gently cupped his balls. Tenderly she squeezed them as she sucked him.
She took him in as deeply as she could, then pulled back, swirled her tongue over the hard lobes of the head. A drop of seed beaded at the tiny opening and she suckled it off, savored the salty-sweet tang of Jie’s essence.
Jie groaned. “Meg, yes,” he rasped in a tight whisper.
His obvious appreciation spurred her on and she wanted to give every ounce of pleasure she could to the man who’d come into her life, shared all her burdens with her, become a dear friend and lover, and made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
She sucked his hard dragon tighter in her mouth, increased the speed and depth of her movements. His cock pulsed in her mouth, pressed deliciously on her tongue. She knew his body so well now, she felt his release only moments away. She pulled back, slid her lips almost to the very tip and then pushed forward, took him deep into her mouth in one hard slide.
Jie groaned and erupted, tiny pulsations that released his seed inside her mouth.
She accepted his yang offering, swallowed his delicious essence, her hands now anchored on his buttocks as she took him deep inside.
Jie’s fingers tightened in her hair. He groaned softly with each spurt of his climax.
She loved the sounds he made and kept the light suction of her lips on his cock until he was empty.
“Oh, Meg,” he whispered again. Gently he pulled back. His dragon slipped from her mouth and she looked up, unable to suppress a smile.
He leaned his sagging weight against the tiny counter, breathing heavily.
She gazed at his flushed skin and heavy lids, the way he panted, and felt ridiculously pleased, knowing she’d brought him to this state. She rose from her seat and kissed him. Their intimate flavors mingled in the moist warmth of their mouths.
Jie wrapped her in his strong arms and rested his cheek against hers. “Thank you, Meg,” he whispered.
The tang of his seed remained on her tongue while they hugged. She closed her eyes and rested against him, his hard muscles warm. The heat from their loving radiated through his clothing onto her breasts, still bared from when he’d unlatched her bra.
Only then did she become aware again of their surroundings. The motors hummed and vibrated through the small space, reminding her they’d been in the plane lavatory. She couldn’t help smiling to herself. Before Jie, something this wonderful, this erotic would never have happened to her.
Finally, when they were rested, they maneuvered in the tiny space, worked around each other to do up their clothing. When they were dressed, Jie took her in his arms again and nuzzled her hair. “Now,” he said softly, “we should both try and get some sleep.” His hand slipped into her hair, cradling her head. “As soon as we get to the hotel and settle in, I have to contact Su Lin.”
Meg sighed. “I know.” She wished she could just enjoy the languorous aftermath of their lovemaking without the specter of meeting Jie’s ex-wife hovering. She was tempted to ask Jie to just let it go, not to b
other defending himself. But she knew how guilty he felt and how important it was that he was cleared of Su Lin’s accusation.
She let her thoughts wander to the stranger whom Su Lin thought was Jie. A strange tingle shimmered down her spine. Who was this man who looked so much like Jie that Su Lin thought he was her ex-husband? As a woman, she felt she would know Jie anywhere, even if he’d changed physically and she hadn’t seen him in a long time. She had taken Jie into her body and heart. He was imprinted on her very soul, as no doubt, he was on Su Lin’s. That thought made jealousy simmer deep in her gut, relieved only by Jie’s tender adoration.
Jealousy aside, the truth remained. There was something strange going on – though it couldn’t possibly be more bizarre than the fact that the man she loved changed from a man into a wolf-like beast at every full moon. They would obviously have to see this mysterious stranger and Jie would need to identify him while they were in Beijing in order to prove to Su Lin and to the authorities that he had been in the United States at the time of the stranger’s arrest.
“What are you thinking, Meg?” Jie’s gentle tenor cut through her musings.
She looked at him. Guilt snaked through her for all her private thoughts. She searched her heart for the words she really wanted to say. Now was no time to express fear and jealousy. “I was thinking how much I want everything to work out.”
He rested his hands on her shoulders and nodded. “Me too,” he murmured.
Jie left the lavatory first and she followed him after washing her face and smoothing and repinning her mussed hair. Then she went out and took her seat next to Jie, trying to get some rest with her hand laced in his.
Chapter Three
Moscow, Russia
“In local news tonight, the search for missing mafia leader Ivan Schenko has ended. The body of Moscow’s most notorious gangster and the owner of Club Sascha, a favorite nightspot, was found early this morning in a field outside the city. Autopsy reports claim a wolf attack as cause of death. Piotr Yelin has replaced Schenko as the leader of the -- ”
Blind anger roared in Boris’s ears, drowning out the rest of the news report.
“Hey, Schenko,” a fellow prisoner called from his seat in the recreation room, “Sorry about your brother.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Ivan had not been popular.
Another prisoner guffawed. “Yeah, my condolences.”
Boris growled at both of them. Had they not been in prison he would have Changed and ripped the guys limb from limb. He scowled at the screen, which now showed an image of that slimy little Ukrainian bastard. No way that little wimp had defeated his brother in a fight for the Moscow alpha seat. Even from this prison rec room, Boris smelled a major, putrid rat.
Had his parole not been coming up in three days’ time, he would have ripped the television set off the wall and thrown it to the floor. Now he understood why Ivan hadn’t come to visit him since he’d told Boris he was going on an errand in the United States. Ivan hadn’t given him details, but if he had, Boris would certainly have railed against Ivan’s having anything to do with that little ass sucker, Yelin. Sometimes the ones who were physically the weakest were the craftiest and the most dangerous.
Boris forced himself to calm down. He lit a cigarette and puffed it while he planned his first activity when he got out of prison. No one took Ivan’s seat as alpha and got away with it. Especially not the fucker who’d killed Boris’ twin, his last living relative in the world...
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Jie opened his eyes sometime later to find Meg’s cheek resting against his shoulder. Through the window, the first hints of dawn were beginning to lighten the night sky. The plane was quiet, cutting smoothly through the night and most of the passengers were snoozing or sitting quietly reading, some with headphones for music or the movie.
The feel of Meg against him sent a surge of pleasure and possessiveness through him as it always did. Not wanting to disturb her rest, he resisted the urge to lean down and kiss her head. He was more grateful than words could ever express for her company. The fact that she’d been willing to overcome a life-long fear just to come on this trip with him was an honor, especially when he knew that years ago, she’d not been able to do that for her boyfriend of years ago who’d moved from Boston to San Francisco.
The truth was, he needed Meg with him so very badly, especially because he was returning to Beijing, the city where his parents had been murdered. Meg’s soft comfort and her faith in him went a long way toward soothing the horrid ache he experienced from his memories. No doubt, once he laid eyes on the city where so much suffering had befallen him, he’d need Meg’s comfort more than he’d ever needed anything else in his life, aside from his godfather’s love.
How he’d been able to attend medical school in that city and to live there with Su Lin he couldn’t begin to understand. It was as if by remaining in hell, he’d been punishing himself for a crime he’d committed; his crimes of anger, envy and arrogance. For the crime of hating his parents for leaving him so many times alone up in Xiahe, for making their students more important than they’d made him, only to die before he’d had a chance to love them.
And now, because of this crazy accusation Su Lin was making, he not only had to return to Beijing, but he’d have to spend time there, walk the achingly familiar streets, face a woman who hated him. Granted, he’d not been as tender and loving with Su Lin as he was with Meg. Meg brought something out in him no other woman ever had. Yet he’d tried to be the best husband possible, and because he’d wanted to treat Tibetans equally with Han Chinese in their joint practice, she’d ended up hating him anyway.
The flight attendants moved down the aisles, serving a small breakfast. The scent of coffee wafted through the cabin, rousing his appetite. Meg stirred and raised her head.
He smiled at her, loving even the sleepiness in her almond-shaped green eyes. “Did you sleep well, ai ren?”
She returned his smile and nodded, straightening up in her seat just as the flight attendant approached their row. “I think so.” She leaned into him and kissed him on the lips. Lifting one hand to his cheek, she stroked it, her fingertips rasping over the light stubble on his jaw. “How are you?”
The tension in his gut eased a bit from her gentle concern. Before he’d met her, he hadn’t known anyone so gentle, with the exception of his godfather. Entering Meg’s world and meeting her and her friend, Danny, had been like finding a wondrous haven of people who valued kindness and friendship above everything else. Getting on this plane to return to China, even to fetch Master Li, had been one of the most difficult things he’d done in a very long time, more difficult even than fighting the Russian lang ren. “With you here, I’m fine,” he said softly.
They spent the remainder of the thirteen and a half hour flight discussing over breakfast what was going to happen when they arrived in Beijing and then sitting quietly together, reading, holding hands.
It was already past six in the evening when the 747 touched down. They retrieved their luggage, went through customs and got into a cab to take them the forty-minute drive to the hotel.
Jie was content to watch Meg observe her new surroundings as the taxi left the airport and took the expressway toward the main part of the city. He needed so much to see Beijing through her eyes, through the eyes of someone who loved him and for whom the place was new and exciting.
Meg remained quiet. Although her gaze seemed captured by the endless blocks of stores, new shiny office and apartment buildings that had replaced many of the historical neighborhoods and marketplaces, her enthusiasm was obviously tempered. She didn’t ooh and ahh or even comment. She just silently watched the city pass by the car windows and he sensed that her reserve was out of respect for his emotions.
Moved by her thoughtfulness, he squeezed her hand. “What do you think of Beijing, Meg?”
She looked at him, her eyes appearing strained from travel and emotional tension. A tiny smile curved her lips and she returned the gentle squ
eeze of his hand. “I don’t know yet,” she said softly.
Fair enough. He, himself, wasn’t crazy about what the city had become. Much of its historical and community-oriented flavor was now lost in the maze of shiny new high-rise office and apartment buildings. His old neighborhood, too, had been razed before he left, in the name of technology. He’d been to cities like Paris and Venice whose unique character remained intact despite progress, finding them absolutely enchanting. Silently, he promised to himself that when all their problems were ironed out, or at least most of them, he would take Meg to those romantic places.
By the time the taxi pulled up in front of the Shangri-La Hotel, they were both travel-weary and in need of supper. It was well after eight in the evening and Jie decided that he could wait at least until they’d settled in and had something to eat before he tried to call Su Lin. He hoped she hadn’t moved in the five years since their divorce because the phone number to their old apartment was the only one he had for her. He’d left her everything in the divorce, the apartment and their practice, taking only his own savings that had gotten him through the last five years and had enabled him to help his godfather.
Jie tipped the driver and carried his and Meg’s one suitcase into the hotel. She stayed at his side while they checked in and then went up the elevator to their room. The room itself was beautifully decorated, modern and clean, with a small seating area by the window and a huge king-sized bed all in neutral tones.
Meg set down her travel bag and sank onto the mattress, looking tired.
Glad that they were finally alone, Jie sat close beside her, wildly pleased when she rested her cheek on his shoulder.
“Danny and Dave were very kind to give us this gift,” he said. “When you speak to Danny, please thank him for me.”
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