Playing Lycan Games

by Anh Leod

  “Can you drive?” Jem asked Catee.

  “We’ll leave,” she said, hoping the kid would move his flashlight completely away so she could get off Jem’s lap without exposing either of them.

  “Cool,” the kid said. “We open early. I’d better not catch you here in the parking lot.”

  “You won’t,” she promised, not moving a muscle until the cashier was gone.

  Jem rolled the window up and Catee moved back. The skin on her thighs caught his and it hurt to pull away.

  “Sorry,” she said. “We’re kind of glued together.”

  “August is hot,” he agreed, slowly pushing back against the seat so she could peel her limbs away.

  “October is cooler.”

  “Yes,” she agreed. October sex was crisp and under blankets. Sometimes she could even turn on the gas fireplace in the hotel room and watch the dancing light of the fire.

  She smoothed her skirt as best she could, feeling moisture trickle down her thigh. Jem tossed debris into the food bag. The car roared to life when she rotated the key in the ignition.

  The kid was putting trash into the bin on the side of the building. She waved as they drove away.

  As the car moved down the dark street, the giggles began.

  “What are you laughing at?” he asked.

  She glanced at Jem. The corners of his lips were beginning to twitch too. It was contagious.

  “Just life, I guess,” she said between giggles.

  “We’ve definitely given in to our urges tonight,” he agreed.

  “Wine and food and sex and sleep,” she sighed.

  “It was wonderful, but now it’s time to find a bed. The nice thing about small towns is everything’s close. Here’s the road to the hotel.”

  The gravel drive leading to the Damview was steep and windy, making her head spin by the time she pulled into a parking space in front of her door.

  Despite the warm night, she hadn’t had anything to drink since the wine. After she pulled her camera equipment from the trunk and back seat, they went to her room.

  The first thing she noticed was the large picture window facing the river. Catee had been running late for the shoot when she’d checked in and hadn’t stopped to take in the surroundings. Just enough light came from the area to see the river. The view would be amazing during the day.

  She glanced around the rest of the room. Two cozy chairs flanked the fireplace, but this was airconditioning season. She found the machine and dialed the controls on the unit to cool. Eighty-five degrees and a good night’s sleep didn’t go together.

  “Want to go out tomorrow?” she asked.

  “Out where?” Jem faced the window and peered out.

  “On the water. I bet we could rent a skiff.”

  “Okay,” he said, sounding skeptical.

  “It will be fun if we bring enough water and sunscreen. I’m going to take a shower,” she said.

  “Get comfortable.”

  “How about I join you?”

  Not a bad idea. She stepped into the bathroom and took a look at the tub. “I don’t think you’ll fit.”

  He grinned. “I’m quite flexible.”

  Somehow, they made it through the motions of splashing water on their bodies and soaping up.

  Catee checked out his form as she shampooed her hair. He was a powerfully built man, strongly muscled but not too highly defined. He had a workman’s body rather than a showy gym body. As her gaze drifted across his crotch, she saw his cock swell.

  “You enjoy my attention, don’t you?” she asked, brushing suds off her breasts.

  He raised an eyebrow. “I like looking at you. Would you like help?”

  “I can wash my own breasts.” She leaned her head back into the water, smiling. “Men are such visual creatures.”

  He snaked an arm around her back and lowered his mouth to her breast. The feel of his teeth at her nipple sent a thrill to her pussy, dampening it far more than the shower spray.

  “Is the soap out of your hair?” he asked.

  “I think so.”

  “Good.” He picked her up so her legs straddled his waist and stepped out of the tub.

  She leaned over to turn off the water and they dripped their way to the bedroom, kissing and clutching at each other. Her fingers found the strap of her purse on the chest of drawers as he walked by and, when he tossed her on the bed, she found another condom. He was so luscious standing above, his cock jutting proudly over her.

  Her mouth had been craving a taste of him all evening. She pushed up on her elbows and sheathed his velvet thickness. His cock head slid soft and smooth against her tongue, until she found the little bumps at the edge. She nibbled at him, feeling his entire body come to attention.

  He groaned as she took him more completely, swallowing him down. Jem’s length was more than she could manage, so she wrapped her fist around his root and moved her mouth and hand in tandem.

  His warm cock swelled further, stretching her lips.

  He tasted sweet. She licked his head before swallowing him down again. His hips pistoned toward her face as he became lost in her embrace.

  She felt his fingers lightly stroking her damp hair. It felt wonderful, soothing the muscles strained by the awkward position of her nap in the car.

  She heard a howl and tilted her head just enough to realize it was Jem making that inhuman noise. He looked down, realizing she had stopped moving.

  Leaning back, she popped his cock from her mouth. They stared at each other, both breathing hard.

  “It’s the first night,” he said. “I’m still more animal than man.”

  She didn’t know about that. They’d only had sex twice so far, and she was pretty sure there had been conversation in between. Yes, he’d thrown her on the bed, but all-in-all he’d been fairly civilized. She glanced at the clock. “It’s Saturday morning, just barely.”

  “There’s plenty of time yet. When do you go back?”

  “Monday.” She bent her knees and spread her legs, showing him her pussy. Idly, she dipped her finger into the moist heat and spread her juices up to her clit, fingering herself and arching into her own touch. With all the stimulation she’d received, her body was ready for more pleasure.

  His eyes went black. “I want to do that.” He dropped to his knees and pulled her legs over his broad shoulders, then leaned down to tease her damp folds. Slowly, he played with her outer lips, then worked his way in until the tip of his tongue was close to her clit.

  Now she was the one begging, howling. “Jem,” she cried, “Jem!”

  He swirled his tongue through her heat, then found the hood hiding her pleasure button. His lips pursed around the tender skin and he suckled her clit. Every atom of her being focused on the exquisite magic he created along her nerve endings.

  “More,” she demanded, then begged. “Like that, yes, like that.” The orgasm took over and she thrashed against the sheets. Her ears filled with a hissing sound, like she was too close to the dam in the river below. Dimly, she heard tearing sounds then Jem moved between her legs and slammed his sheathed cock into her. Catee took every inch, holding him with her feet pressed against his ass.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he said, pulling back as far as she’d let him before slamming into her channel again, pounding her flesh.

  She was ready for more pleasure, unwilling to resist what he offered. Her body took it all, while her mind floated above, as if in the middle of one long orgasm. Together, they cried and begged and gasped and sighed and moaned—bodies exhausted from the long day but still so hungry for each other.

  She sat up, clutching Jem’s back to keep upright, changing positions and clawing his back with her nails. He didn’t notice, just kept pumping his cock inside her moist depths. His back was damp with sweat, making her feet slippery on his ass.

  Time stretched out endlessly. Catee felt boneless, yet still tense.

  “I never stop wanting you,” he said. “No matter how far I
roam.”

  “Yes, you’re impossible to forget,” she agreed.

  She felt his muscles tensing. Her body readied in response, drawing him in, pussy clutching his cock.

  His orgasm washed over him and she was mashed into the bed, bouncing a little as the hard motel mattress resisted. His solid weight followed, keeping her down. She bit at his shoulder, made dents in his biceps with her fingernails, and ground against his pelvis until the waves shattered over her body again. They breathed hard with their exertions, their chests touching with each exhalation. Now she felt better, good even, and not quite so hungry for him. She lifted her hands over her head and stretched, spine clicking into place. A little further down, her clit pulsed slowly.

  “You are one hell of a good fuck,” she murmured.

  “Such unladylike language,” he said.

  “That was an unladylike fuck.” She grinned. “I love August.”

  He moved away, disposed of the condom, then dropped on the mattress beside her. She saw red scratches as he stretched out.

  “I’m sorry I scratched your back.”

  His massive shoulders shrugged. “I didn’t even notice.”

  She held up her hands. “My nails are pretty long.”

  He took one arm by the wrist. “Talons,” he agreed. “Why are they yellow?”

  She turned over and wrapped one leg around his. “Why not yellow?”

  “It’s the color of old bruises.”

  “Then my nails will match my hips tomorrow,” she said on a yawn. “You have one tight grip, buddy.”

  “Mmmm.” He pulled her closest arm around his waist.

  She reached up and played with his nipples.

  “Ever thought about getting them pierced?”

  “That wouldn’t work,” he said.

  “I have a tattoo, but I never could stand the idea of being punctured. Even my ears aren’t pierced.”

  “I never noticed the tattoo.”

  “I’ll point it out later.” She yawned again. “Let’s get some sleep.”

  —

  Catee rolled over in the king-size bed later that morning. Instead of finding fresh, cool sheets, she bumped into a warm solid mass. A man-shaped, man-scented mass. She closed her eyes and smiled.

  It was August and she still had more time to spend with him.

  “Let’s get out on the water,” she urged, tugging at Jem’s arm. “Wake up!”

  His face turned toward her, eyelashes fluttering.

  She started to sit up, then, without warning, found herself flat on her back, his haunches embracing her thighs.

  “Wha—” was all she managed to get out of her mouth before his lips took hers in a searing kiss, almost as hot as the sunshine coming through the windows that faced the river.

  After a moment, he released her.

  “Good morning, world,” she said and stroked his face.

  Though he’d had a shadow the night before, his beard hadn’t grown in any more. He also looked astonishingly awake for someone who’d been dead to the world two minutes ago. Not only that, she sensed something was rising. Her blood thickened in response and she felt a quiver in her pussy.

  “Where’s that tattoo?” he asked, his eyes sparkling and alive in the morning sun. “I was trying to examine you earlier, but couldn’t find it.”

  She grinned and reached to the bedside table for her purse, then tossed him a strip of condoms.

  He caught them in a raised fist, so the strip waved like a banner over her face. “Where is it?”

  Catee pointed at her hip then bit one condom away from the others. Jem tossed the rest to the other side of the room.

  With one hand, she pushed him off her legs and used the other to hold the packet to her mouth to tear it open. He took the condom and sheathed himself as she watched, practically drooling at the sight of that thick gorgeous cock. He flipped her over to her stomach before she could protest.

  Eagerly, she lowered her head and wriggled her ass in the air. Incredible, how she felt so clearheaded and full of life this morning—senses alert, her body on fire, and her pussy drenched with excitement.

  “A wolf?” he asked in a surprised tone when he found her tattoo.

  “Siberian Husky. We had two growing up. I got the tattoo when the last one died.”

  She felt his light touch on the small tattoo, then his weight moved over her body. He nuzzled her neck as he covered her like a warm blanket. His chest hair tickled her back while his cock probed her channel and slid in, stretching her into full awareness.

  “Wow,” she moaned, amazed by the perfect fit of his cock. “I need to wake up with a man beside me more often.”

  His teeth worried the skin at her neck, but he didn’t react. She winced, feeling stupid. Jem wouldn’t respond to that kind of comment and she usually ended up upset since she wanted him to.

  This experience needed to be enjoyed for what it was—hot, amazing, animal sex. For years, she’d focused on her career, traveling the country in search of the perfect shot. Relationships hadn’t been her focus. She pushed back, spearing herself on his cock as she resolved to enjoy the moment. The movement brought her blood to a boil. Her clit was awake and swollen.

  “Put your hand on me,” she urged. “Rub me. Don’t be gentle.”

  He bit her earlobe and complied. With only one arm to steady himself, she took even more of his weight.

  “Harder!” she ordered. “C’mon, Jem, I need this.” She needed to simply feel.

  “And I need this,” he grunted, slamming into her with the full force of his powerful thighs.

  She stretched out her arms and grabbed at the sheets, her fingers sliding on the fabric as she attempted to anchor herself. Finally, she found the edge of the bed and gripped it. With each inch she drifted, he thrust again, moving her closer to the edge. She was hot, dizzy, crazy with lust.

  “Hurry, I need to come.” It was either orgasm or faint. But she trusted him to give her what she needed.

  He slammed against her. Her channel took him in and held him tight, her clit a tight pearl at the top of her entrance. He was grinding into her. Catee could feel Jem deep inside as her belly began to flutter and her legs shook. She felt a moment of panic.

  “I can’t hold on,” she said. “I’m going to fall.”

  At her words, he used his strength to flip them over so he was on his back. She sat up with her back to him, his cock impaling her deeper than ever. Was he more than she could take? Gasping breaths tore from her throat as pleasure/pain wracked her insides.

  Her body released moisture, lubricating his movements as she struggled to find a position that offered her as much ecstasy as it did him. He grabbed her hips and held her in place.

  “Don’t wiggle so much,” he gasped.

  His shaky movements told her he was close. She had to get there too. Catee’s fingers found her clit and matched the rhythm he set inside her. Her body relaxed and opened to accommodate his cock in this new, deep position as she touched herself.

  “Yes,” they said together as they perfected their movement, suspended in pure pleasure for endless moments.

  “Let’s go forever,” she cried.

  “Can’t,” he growled, pulling her hips against him.

  She sank down on him, milking his cock to completion. Now they were again a perfect fit. Her body broke into a spiral of pleasure as he relaxed.

  “Oh, yes,” she breathed, as the blood pulsed through her body. “That was it.”

  When she finally caught her breath, she crawled away from him, feeling like she was losing a part of herself as his cock left her. “I think I need a nap.”

  “I thought you wanted to get out on the river.”

  She smiled. “In a minute.”

  He touched her hair, then the mattress moved as he stood. “I’ll find the phone book and organize a boat rental.”

  “You sound so sure of yourself today.”

  He flashed his large white teeth at her. “A good night’s sle
ep works wonders.”

  She rolled over to watch him as he bent down to find the phone book. Jem was a strange man, but she’d become very attached to him, despite the short time they’d shared together. And no one made love like he did. She was still floating on the shivers from her orgasm.

  If only the fun didn’t have to end so soon.

  Chapter Three

  Three hours later, they had finished breakfast, done some shopping, and boarded their rented skiff.

  The river glistened around them, looking more crystalline than blue. The golden hills above were an unexpected sight for Catee, used to Pacific Northwest green. At first, she thought it looked like Arizona, then Egypt. She could see how the nineteenth century travelers on the Oregon Trail would get discouraged as they traveled through this barren landscape, yet Native Americans had thrived here for thousands of years, fishing and trapping.

  “We won’t want to be out too long,” Jem said.

  “Even with that hat, your lily white skin is going to get burned.”

  “I know.” Catee leaned against the side of the boat and enjoyed the sun beating against her sunglasses. “But it’s glorious for now.”

  “Yes.” He shook back his head, fluffing out his thick dark hair.

  He wore newly purchased elongated sunglasses with very dark lenses, so it was hard to gauge his expression, but he looked a little uncomfortable.

  Maybe he wasn’t a big fan of water. The bulky life jacket he wore didn’t quite fit his large frame. It appeared confining, but since he’d confessed he didn’t know how to swim, it was necessary. She wore one too, over a long, summer dress made of thin yellow jersey, but her lifejacket fit.

  “Did you know the river wasn’t always so calm around here? There were falls before the dam raised the water level.” Catee had done a little internet research.

  “Celilo Falls,” Jem said.

  Catee pursed her lips. “I wouldn’t have expected you to know that. Are you from around here originally?”

  He flashed his teeth but didn’t answer her question. “I know what Celilo means, do you?”

  She shook her head.

  “Cleft in the rock.”