It was a game, an erotic dance to whet the appetites, a precursor of things to come.
Sabine sat on a grassy verge, watching the interaction between the men and women with fascination. She looked across the clearing to locate her sisters. Ala stood in the circle of her lover Tija’s arms, nibbling on an apple tart. Ishbel, on the other hand, flirted outrageously with several weres. The remaining Silverwolf women dallied with the men or were engaged in earnest conversations.
She let out a loud hiccup.
“You’re tipsy.” Drew’s laughing voice dragged her attention away from the tableau before her.
“Tipsy?”
“Yes, not quite drunk, but close.” Drew dropped down on the grass beside her and pulled her between his thighs.
“Yes, I suppose I am. If I stood up, I’d probably tip to the side.” Sabine rested against Drew’s torso, replete. “But I’m nowhere near being inebriated. I’m, uhmm, let’s say wonderfully relaxed.” She waved her half-empty cup at him.
“Yeah, and it looks good on you.” Drew eased the paper cup from her grip. “But I think you’ve had enough.”
She’d sampled every dish offered and sipped potent liquors with relish. Couldn’t say she regretted doing that. However, she wished she’d saved more room for the desserts. Caramelized fruit encased in flaky pastry, rich with sticky sweet juices dripping from them…custard tarts with cloudlike toppings which melted on the tongue…she wanted it all. Sabine would even have taken a sip from the stone bottle Gustav handed her. Drew had snatched the container from her when it was a millimeter from her lips.
“That’s one experience you don’t need.” He’d scowled at his uncle who took a hearty swig from the jug. Whatever was in that bottle made Gustav cough as if he’d swallowed a hedgehog.
“Do you think the women in my family will take lovers tonight?” Sabine asked idly.
“If they don’t, it’s not from a lack of effort by the weres in my pack.” Drew trailed his fingers over her neck.
“Ala and Tija are lovers,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. Sabine bit her lip.
“Yeah, I picked up on that. They didn’t send out the lure a she-wolf releases if she wants to attract an unmated were.”
“Will they be forced to take male mates?” She heard stories of forced matings, to garner cubs.
“No, I’d never sanction such a thing in my pack.” Drew’s voice hardened disapprovingly.
Ishbel drifted off into the shadows with a pair of men, their arms slung loosely around her waist.
A thought popped into Sabine’s head. “Do you take multiple lovers?”
“Yes, I have. We’re not usually monogamous until we take a mate. And even then, if the mated pair has a taste for sharing, it’s perfectly acceptable to invite a third or a fourth partner to your bed.” His fingers trailed over her breast. “The tradition of appointing a sec to ensure the safety of a mate is still practiced.”
“Logistically, how would that work? All those extra body parts, what would fit into where?” She tried to imagine it and found the images a bit of a muddle.
Sabine felt Drew’s chest shake beneath her head. “What are you laughing about? It’s a perfectly valid question.”
“I’ll get you a book. It will illustrate what fits into where.” He turned her to face him. “Or I could show you.” An arch smile spread across his face.
Sabine should have found his smirk irritating, but she couldn’t manage to work up enough peevishness.
She deliberately sidestepped his offer. “Where can I get my hands on one?” Her ignorance was a source of embarrassment to her. “Maybe I’ll learn something I can show you.”
“I’ll take you up on that. I’ll find a couple books for you. If you see anything that tickles your fancy, I’d be glad to let you try it out on me.” With the moon behind him, his expression was hard to read, but his eyes glowed with amusement in the dimness.
“How generous of you,” Sabine said dryly.
“Nothing altruistic about it, honey. It’s a purely selfish offer on my part.” He pushed her down and started to nibble on her shoulder. Tilting her head back, Sabine offered her neck to him.
Sabine lay back on the night-cooled grass, looked up at the twinkling stars, and gave herself over to the pleasure of Drew’s mouth on her skin. Basking under the moon, without the accoutrements of civilization, she was freer with her responses. After all, she was in her element.
He nipped the pulse point below her ear, moved down to swipe his tongue over her nipple, and then pulled back to study his handiwork. The cool night air hit the damp bud and it furled into a tight nubbin. He grinned with satisfaction at her body’s response to his caresses.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she tried to pull his mouth back to her breast’s aching crest. Drew complied with her silent plea and flicked the nubbin with the pointed tip of his tongue. Unexpectedly, he slid down her body and hooked her leg over his forearm.
He paced his mouth on the back of her knee. An electrified pulse surged up the length of her thigh, which set her core throbbing. Drew nuzzled her skin playfully and stroked his stubbly cheek against the tender flesh.
He sniffed his way to the juncture between her legs. The puffs as he breathed on her flesh were light, but enough to tease her toward arousal.
Drew suddenly sank back on his haunches, cocked his head, and a sensuous smirk spread across his face. He pulled her up by her arms and slung her over his shoulder.
“Oooff, where are we going?” she demanded, a bit put out by the abrupt cessation of his caresses.
“To a spot that will be perfect for what I want to show you.” He trotted up the hill and the world spun woozily.
Drew climbed up to a stone outcropping jutting out of the hill like a knotty fungus. Shaded by a copse of trees, it overlooked the clearing they’d left behind. He gently laid her down on a patch of grass.
“Close your eyes,” Drew enticed. He had that enigmatic smirk on his face again, as if he had a mystery to unfold.
Puzzled she asked, “Why?”
“You said you wanted to know how the bits and pieces fit. I’m going to give you a panoramic view of every way they fit. After this I don’t think you’ll need a book.”
A frown creased her brow. “How can you? We have nothing to use for a demonstration.” She reached for him but he held her arms flat against the ground.
“No touching yet. Listen.”
The night had its own refrain, the incessant clicking of crickets, owl hoots, and the far-away howl of their distant cousins baying at the moon.
Her ears pricked up. She caught whispers and murmurs almost too low to hear. She concentrated and separated the voices to filter the conversations. She smiled at the purring feminine coquetry and gruff masculine appeals.
Sabine picked out unmistakable sounds, palms sliding over skin, pants and harshly drawn breaths. The rasp of tongue against tongue. Sabine drew in a breath at the unmistakable slickly moist sound of cocks sliding into wet female sheaths. The soft undertones soon gave way to guttural moans, husky gasps, and hoarse grunts.
The sounds of sex.
They evoked images of couples locked in carnal embraces. The fevered sensual chants planted erotic images in her mind and caused her body to bloom. The burgeoning tissues in her sheath flexed in response.
“You knew,” she said it almost as an accusation.
“Yes, we are wolves under the skin. What could be more natural? We live, love, fight and die together.” He brushed his fingertips over her hot cheek. “There are very few things that are so primal, which blurs the line between men and were. Sex is one.”
“Oh.” That’s all Sabine could say. Who knew the sound of lovemaking could be this arousing.
* * * *
Drew tilted his head and listened. The sensual symphony stiffened his already erect cock. Yes, what he was going to expose Sabine to was almost at its erotic crescendo.
“You’ve seen the camper
s make love, haven’t you, Sabine?” He ran his hands over the curve of her hips, up the narrow indentation at her waist to cup her breasts.
He felt the ambient heat of her cheeks and stroked a callused thumb over the petal-soft skin.
Sabine shrugged. “Didn’t see much. They were usually in their tents. We got an earful though. I now understand what all the moaning and groaning is about now.” She shot him a taunting grin. “You’re a very vocal lover.”
“Little pot, you’re calling the kettle black. Giving into your begging exhausted me.” The expression on her pretty face was a mixture of indignation and embarrassment.
“You’re lying through your pointy fangs. I do not beg, I asked you to consummate our mating.” She frowned and gave out a groan filled with self-recrimination. “I didn’t beg, did I?”
“Oh yeah, but I loved it.” Yes, he loved her pleading mewls, the memory sent lava-hot longing erupting through his veins. “I think you liked listening to the humans. I think it aroused you.”
“How can you tell?”
“The first time you mentioned your little bout of voyeurism, I could smell your excitement. It has a tangy sweetness to it. Now we’re going to watch together.”
Drew rolled over, sat down a moss-covered rock, and winced. Hell, he was getting too old for this shit. He didn’t remember the ground being this icy on his ass when he was younger. If he wasn’t careful, he’d freeze his balls off. No matter, he’d be burning up soon enough.
Drew pulled Sabine up and settled her across his lap, facing away from him. His cock nestled between the full mounds of her ass. He let out a groan. If she wiggled even the slightest bit, he might embarrass himself.
“Am I too heavy? You sound like you’re in pain.”
Sabine’s innocent concern made him snort. Hell, yes he ached.
“No, you’re not a burden,” Drew murmured. His answer came out in a gruff growl. He brushed her hair aside to expose her back and placed his open mouth on her nape. He worked his hands under her arms, cradled her breasts, and fondled them gently.
Sabine twisted her head to look up at him. “Shouldn’t we be face to face for what you have in mind?”
“Oh, just what do you think I have in mind?”
She tilted her head to the side to look at him, pursed her lips and gave him a level I-know-what-you’re-thinking glare.
He grinned at Sabine. Hell, she was so easy to tease.
Drew released one breast and slid his hand down her stomach to cup her crotch. The gossamer-fine hair on her mons was silky to the touch. Sabine did a sexy little wiggle on his lap. He spread his legs to splay her thighs even more. Dipping his finger into the fluid pooling within her slit, Drew took her clit between his fore finger and thumb. Applying a little pressure, the slippery bud emerged from its hood and it hardened under his manipulation.
Sabine hissed. The rise in her phermonal lure filled the air, telling him it wouldn’t take much to make her have an orgasm. Her head fell back on his shoulder and the breast resting in his hand quivered under his touch. In the centre of her desire-crinkled areola, her nipple tightened to a hard pebble under his fingertips.
Sabine pressed her groin against his hand.
He sank a finger into her. Her sheath gripped and released him. He added a second digit. She sagged against him and her hands tightened on his thighs above the knees.
“Open your eyes, Sabine.” His fingers danced in and out of her. To prolong her pleasure, he paused whenever her breath hitched in her throat.
“Don’t want to, right there. Ohh.”
He stopped moving his fingers completely. “Sure you do. You’ll miss the show.”
She looked up into the sky. “What are you talking about? I’ve seen a shooting star before.”
“Just do as I ask and look down into the clearing.” He angled his chin in the direction he wanted her to look. He could hardly point since his hands were deliciously occupied.
Drew fixed his gaze down into the valley, and with his preternatural night vision, he easily separated the silhouettes from the shadows. The longer he stared the clearer the images became.
Sabine stopped squirming when she saw what he drew to her attention and let out a shocked gasp.
Below them, Rafe lay with one she-wolf straddled across his hips, another crouched on his face. Both women writhed in ecstasy over him, with their mouths fused together. They caressed each other’s breasts. One of the she-wolves ended the kiss and took the other woman’s nipple into her mouth. Her lover responded and slipped tactile fingers into her shadowed cleft above Rafe’s mouth.
Farther on, a woman was sandwiched between two men, her long legs wrapped around one man’s hips. His member was clearly buried deeply into her vagina as she rode him. Her second partner stroked his shaft skillfully in and out of her anal cavity. She encouraged him by arching her back slightly. Her husky exhortations for more rose with each inward thrust of the men pumping their hips in unison. Scattered around the vale, couples and trios were engaged in every manner of loveplay.
Sabine writhed on his hips. “I feel like a peeping tom.”
“Or in this case a Thomasina.” Liquid spurted over his already wet fingers.
To his relief, what she saw didn’t turn her off. In fact, her secretions flowed like a spring. The satiny muscles he toyed with undulated around his fingers in strong pulses. Drew flicked her pearl with his thumb, and her nails bit into his flesh. He welcomed the pain. It diffused his hair-trigger arousal a little.
“Should we be watching like this?” Sabine asked, but she didn’t drag her eyes away from the sexual tableaux being played out below them.
Sabine reached back and took his shaft in her hand. A pervading ache spread from the head of his straining cock down to his sac and his clenched anus.
The pad on her thumb slid over the crown. His viscous pre-cum enabled her fingers to slide easily over the susceptive nerve endings. She repeated the motion several times, pulling him closer and closer to the edge of mindlessness.
“If they wanted privacy, they would’ve sought out their private dens. A little voyeurism and exhibitionism can’t hurt anyone. We’ve all watched from time to time.”
“I don’t think I’ll need that book after all,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Oh, I don’t know. So much to try out, so little time.” He reluctantly halted fondling Sabine. He needed to be inside her.
Gripping Sabine’s hips, he lifted her to let the tip of his erect cock separate her folds and glide over the damp tissues.
“Position me, Sabine.” His request came out as a harsh growl.
She braced one hand on his thigh, leaned forward, and placed the knob at her sheath’s entrance.
Drew let out a whimper like an untried cub. The head slipped through the snug muscles at Sabine’s entrance. In slow, short increments, she eased back onto his aching shaft. Her hips trembled in his grip. He heaved up to sink deeper into the warm haven of her pussy.
Fingers wet with their juices, Sabine caressed the base of his cock and cradled his tight balls. Pure euphoric eroticism spread through him.
“The fragrance we make together muddles my mind. Feeling you inside me stirs a hunger that makes me want you more,” Sabine husked out and pushed back. She took him to the hilt, enclosing him in her moist, tight undulating core.
Christ on a stick. It could not get any better, had never been any better.
The muscles in his abs strained with a blissful kind of burn, which rippled through to his groin.
Shit, he was going to lose it.
She started to ride him with a delicate greed. Did he say it couldn’t get better? Well it had.
Man and wolf coalesced with a single thought, need, and Drew took action.
He wrapped an arm around Sabine’s waist to support her and eased her up and down his shaft. Sabine’s channel rippled and spasmed over his cock, her husky cries filled the air. Their blended spoor enclosed them in a cloud of lust-driven haze.
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br /> Drew’s pelvis bucked like an untamed bronco. A fine layer of sweat coated his body. The jackhammer pounding in his chest mixed with Sabine’s soft moans and the slap of his pelvis against her butt.
Curling his hand around her neck, he nipped the knotty muscles on her shoulder, inches from her neck. Not as satisfying as the spot where he would place his mate’s mark on her, but the taste of her skin on his tongue would have to do for now. Soon, Drew promised himself, with a dark possessive anticipation.
He ran his eyes down her taut back, his attention gripped by her full quivering butt. Drew watched his cock disappear into Sabine, then reappear when she slid off him, the shaft glistening in the moonlight as if it were coated with liquid silver.
Drew gritted his teeth, giving in to the bliss racking his body. He was about to come, but he wasn’t finding his release alone.
He placed two fingers on either side of Sabine’s labia; his straining shaft had the fleshy folds spread to the max. The rocking motion of their bodies sent his digits sliding over the nerve-filled wings. The lush nub of her clit notched into the vee created by his digits, each time she slid forward, the contact sent her into a frenzied spate of shudders.
“Ohh.” Sabine ground her pussy against his fingers.
With his mouth on her skin, his manhood in her sheath, and his fingers at the essence of his mate, they achieved total rapture, and they came together. He found his release in one long bone-liquefying discharge.
Slumped back on the ground, their breaths intermingled. Drew removed his sated cock from Sabine, and he stroked her back until their heartbeats regulated.
She lifted her head from his chest. “So what else have you got to show me?”
“Greedy brat.” He pulled her head back into the crook of his neck.
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