by Kai Andersen
Jake didn’t need his empathic ability to know Jared was mad. Fuming mad. Most likely due to Jake’s absent-minded monosyllabic responses. He had to admit, he hadn’t really been listening. He’d been surprised when he received a call from Jared that afternoon, requesting an urgent meeting at the homestead regarding a recent case Jared was investigating. Jared had never asked for help before, as the cases were confidential, so this made the request for a meeting doubly curious.
They had seen the family off before settling down in the family room to talk; Mom and Tracy were going to take advantage of the last day of the great summer sale, while Dad and Jason were attending the long-planned car show. They had the privacy and peace to talk, but Jake couldn’t concentrate; his thoughts were full of Adrienne.
Admitting defeat, Jake shrugged his shoulders.
“Jake, damn it! Here I am, talking serious business with you --”
Jake reached over to land a light punch on his brother’s arm.
Jared’s chair wobbled. “Hey, watch it!”
“Sorry, Jar. Things are a bit hectic at the office these days and --”
His brother aimed a knowing smirk in his direction. “Who is she?”
Damn! Jared had always been too perceptive for his own good. Jake thought of pretending he didn’t know what Jared was talking about, but knowing Jared, he’d find a way to force it out of him. Literally.
“She’s my assistant manager.”
“Your assistant, huh? Makes things pretty easy for you.”
Something in Jared’s tone caused Jake’s anger to rise, quick and true, within him. He kicked out, aiming a swift, strong and well-aimed foot at one of the precariously-balanced chair legs.
The chair toppled over, and Jared along with it. Jake caught the surprised look on Jared’s face before he fell on his side on the floor.
“Hey!”
Jake jumped up, towering over Jared. “Don’t you dare talk about her like she’s some common whore!”
Jared sprang to his feet. He growled low, the sound issuing from deep in his throat. He crouched into a fighting stance. A feral look dominated his face. His canines started to elongate. His eyes were narrowed and glowing.
Chapter Three
Jake imagined his own eyes were as bright. The sudden fury had caught him by surprise, yet fueled him to the aggressive wolfish behavior of protecting --
He shied away from completing the thought, not certain he wanted to face it.
As quickly as his anger had heated, Jared cooled down. He clapped his hand on Jake’s shoulder. His eyes bled back to gray-brown and were full of sympathy. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
As the alpha male and pack leader of their clan, Jared “ruled” with a firm but understanding hand. The other males were allowed to stand up to him and challenge him, especially when it concerned their own lives. Jared had always maintained that the days when one ruled with an autocratic hand were over and the pack had to grow with the times. However, when pack law was violated, Jared’s decision was upheld over everyone else’s protests and differing opinions.
Jared continued, “Have you told her about our heritage?”
“No,” Jake responded tightly. Fear that Adrienne would reject him for his werewolf blood knotted deep in his gut. Just as Lila, in the final moments, had done. “Why, Jared? Why is it that all these years since the treaty was signed, we’re still treated as if we’re monsters? Weres, vamps. My friends tell me how people still exclude them from gatherings and bar them from organizations. Parents warn their children not to play with our young ones. Hell, I myself daren’t tell my bosses that I’m half were!”
“The time is not long enough, I fear, for people to get over their prejudices.” Jared sighed and squeezed Jake’s shoulder in compassion. “In my opinion, ten or so years is way too short. I think we’re looking at several hundred years before humans stop seeing us as a threat. I guess people are afraid that now we’re openly acknowledged in society, we’ll abuse our powers and wreak havoc in their lives. At least, before, they could ignore us and pretend we didn’t exist.” Jared barked a short laugh. “Like ostriches with their heads in the sand, if they don’t see the threat, the threat doesn’t exist.”
“That’s why The Council was formed, to monitor us and keep us in line --”
“That helps, of course. But you can’t force people to be accepting. Subconsciously, you also know that. That’s why you won’t tell your board of directors that you’re a werewolf, even though you hold a management position, right?”
Jake knew the answer. It was exactly as Jared had said.
“But who knows? Maybe if you get to know this assistant of yours better, you’ll find out she’s one of those rare humans who has a heart big enough to accept us.”
“That’s a very big ‘maybe.’”
“I never said life was more of a certainty for us weres than for humans.” Jared paused. “Is she a virgin?”
Jake shook his head. “She didn’t smell like one.”
“Then --”
Jake walked over to the bar, turning his back on the conversation. He knew what Jared was going to say. Fuck her and get over her. “Why don’t we talk about this case of yours? It certainly sounds more interesting than mine.”
“So interesting that you didn’t hear a word of it.” Jared’s voice was laced with amusement. “Anyway, the gist of it is that my client wanted me to look for his ex-employee, who apparently stole something very important from him.”
Jake poured two measures of Scotch. He gulped it down then placed the glass on the bar. The liquid burned a fiery trail down his throat, but he relished the warmth. He turned to face his brother across the room. “Sounds fishy.”
Jared snorted. “I know. And he wouldn’t give me any more details right now. So, I thought I’d find the lady and get the full story from her, instead.” His lips curled in a fiendish smile. “Or, I can always pick my client’s brains later.”
Jake threw him a sharp look.
“I do have ethics, you know.” Jared’s annoyance showed in the tone of his voice and the curl of his lips. “Most of the time, I don’t get to use my talent at all, more’s the pity.”
On a scale of one to ten, Jared’s “talent” scored an eleven. He had the ability to persuade people to do what he wanted, “persuade” being a very relative word.
“Yes, do remember that you’re the pack leader.” Jake kept a straight face as he teased. “You have the responsibility to uphold the family name and serve as a good example to the younger generation.”
“What younger generation?!”
“Oh, they’ll come when they’ll come. In the meantime, you need the practice.”
“I may be the pack leader --” Jared laughed. “-- but I can never out-say you.”
“So, why are you discussing your case with me?”
“The trail dead-ended at the company where you work.”
Jake’s eyebrows shot up. “Creative Minds?”
“We’re not sure yet whether the lady works there or she knows someone who works there. Can you help?”
Jake hesitated. “The most I can do is to keep my eyes and ears open. But we’ve got hundreds of employees at Creative Minds. Are there any clues to narrow it down?”
“The person that we’re looking for came all the way from the United Kingdom.”
* * * * *
Adrienne couldn’t help it. The moan escaped her lips. “Ahhhh ...”
His magic hands were wonderful on her body, touching all the right places and inducing lethargy. She was lying face down on the bed, and her eyes had closed of their own accord many minutes ago. He was above her, shifting with silent grace from the tips of her shoulders down to her toes. His rigid cock brushed her naked back as he methodically moved southward.
His cool fingers knew just where to pinch and exert the correct pressure to release the tight knots of tension that had collected in her body. Thank God for Lucien. If not for him and his skillful
massage, she would be suffering from blinding headaches by now, brought on by the stress at work and ... from the need to hide her secrets.
God, if Jake would only ...
She hungered for him, yearned for his hands to touch her, to know her body, to cup her breasts and recognize their fullness, to realize that her nipples hardened for him alone. She imagined his mouth closing over the tight nubs ...
She cried out.
She was in pain. She ached for his cock to fill her, for his body to slam against hers ... oh God, this terrible need ...
She moaned, writhing sensuously on the bed. Her juices flowed, readying her for completion, for the moment of penetration.
His hands palmed her buttocks and squeezed them.
Her hips lifted of their own accord, leaning into his touch.
One finger slipped between the crack of her nether cheeks and moved toward the enticing wetness.
She whimpered. Her breath caught and held ...
His finger dipped into the midst of her thick cream and skimmed her craving folds.
Not enough! More ...
Adrienne flipped over onto her back, panting with need and excitement. Her eyes opened, seeing Lucien’s shaggy hair and limpid brown eyes. Her heart plunged in disappointment; for a moment, she had truly believed that it was Jake making love to her.
She spread her legs. “Fuck me, Lucien.”
His huge cock nudged against her thigh. “Gladly.”
Gasping breaths and clumsy fingers accompanied the sheathing of the condom on his straining erection. He positioned himself at her opening.
Adrienne looked up the long line of him, from his condom-encased cock up his flat abdomen to his face, which was ruddy with passion and exertion.
Their eyes held.
He winked. Slowly. Without warning, he plunged into her steaming cunt and slammed his body against her clitoris. Hard.
She screamed. The sensation cut through to the bone; the friction of his cock inside her pussy was sheer heaven and pure madness. She pushed and ground her pelvis against his crotch, hungry for the excruciating pleasure. She arched, her back coming off the bed. She panted. “Lucien ...”
He was buried to the hilt within her. “Relax, baby. I know what you need.” He wrapped her legs around his waist. “Hold on. It’s going to be a rough ride.”
He drew a little bit out of her and thrust into her in a burst of rapid, short, shallow stabs. The series of quick onslaughts rubbed against her clitoris, stimulating and electrifying the tiny nub. The tension swiftly built, increasing with each stroke. She was greedy for release, and yet, she wanted this agonizing pleasure to go on and on ...
A mouth latched on to her nipple and bit. Pleasure-pain combined with the need for satisfaction. Yet, she held on, denying herself, eagerly soaking up each luscious stroke and each stinging smash of their bodies.
This was Jake driving his body into hers, Jake possessing her, stamping his brand on her ...
Harsh breathing reached her ears. But it wasn’t hers nor was it from the man above her.
Driven to the sound, she turned her head blindly.
Her eyes encountered a naked man standing a few feet away, his hand moving briskly on his throbbing cock.
She screamed with urgent, desperate need. “Paul!”
The man walked with rapid strides across the room. Lust flaring in his eyes, he shoved his fat cock into her waiting mouth.
It was the last straw.
She lost control and lifted her hips to meet each of Lucien’s thrusts, the screams blocked in her throat as the waves of pleasure rose and crested in her. Wanton pleasure invaded her entire body, even her mind, as satisfaction rendered her unable to think, unable to focus on anything but the erotic sensation of her pussy walls clamping down on his cock. Her lips moved convulsively around the cock in her mouth, her teeth biting down lightly on the thick appendage. Orgasm after orgasm whammed her.
She screamed again, but the sound was muffled. One hand came up to encircle the stiff rod as she sucked. Her pussy still pulsed, renewed by the carnality of having two cocks in her.
Paul groaned and thrust into her mouth. Lucien continued to plunge into her, the tightness of his breath evidencing the nearness of his own climax.
“I’m going come, baby,” Paul rasped, his voice deep and guttural. He buried his hands in her hair and choreographed her head movements. “Make me come.”
Excitement flared anew within her. Oh God, she would kill for another orgasm. She fought the lethargy invading her limbs. She dipped a hand into her pussy and stroked Lucien’s cock as she smeared her hand generously with the moisture that had gushed out from between their bodies. She took Paul’s engorged dick out of her mouth and pumped it vigorously, licking it and tasting her own juices.
Lucien moved, and Paul’s cock slipped from Adrienne’s hand. She gasped as Lucien staggered back off the bed, bringing her with him. He carried her until they hit the wall. Cradling her by the thighs, he pushed deep into her, causing her to ground down on him. His voice husky, he echoed, “Yes, make me come, too, baby.”
She pressed her lips against Lucien’s in a voracious kiss. His hands moved to her buttocks and squeezed, slowly prying them apart for Paul.
The cold mouth of the lubricant hit her hot anus. She gasped. An excited whimper escaped her lips when Paul squirted the contents of the tube into her. A moment later, his fat cock poised at the entrance of her anus and entered in one hard, determined thrust.
She sobbed. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God ...” Searing lust flashed through her. Her anal muscles adjusted to the invasion, closing around Paul’s hard, fat cock. She rocked against them, wanting both their cocks to move, to fuck her.
Lust permeated the air. The smell of sex heightened the web of intimacy and passion saturating the room.
They settled into their long established rhythm. As Lucien surged into her pussy, Paul withdrew. Their cocks rubbed against each other through the thin tissue separating the two passageways, increasing in tempo as each man found his pace. The resulting friction threw her into a spin, pleasure upon pleasure spiraling up within her until she exploded.
She screamed. She bit down on Lucien’s shoulder. Her pussy convulsed with violent contractions as their cocks erupted within her.
Long moments later, they all slumped on each other against the wall, breathing hard, sweat covering their bodies. Paul’s seed dripped from her ass. They moved to the bed, where Adrienne lay sandwiched between the two men, loving the feeling of warmth and safety the position engendered in her. She sucked on Paul’s nipple, unashamedly speeding up the process for the next bout of wild sex.
Lucien touched Adrienne’s cheek, bringing her attention to him. His eyes were filled with sympathy. It was the last thing she expected to see from him. “Why don’t you go after him, baby?”
She avoided his eyes and leaned forward to place kisses on his chin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do, baby.” He wrapped her in his arms, his hands strangely soothing at her back. He rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m not complaining about the rewards I’m reaping on his behalf, but you should, baby. You should go after him.”
* * * * *
Adrienne woke. One minute, she was asleep, and the next, she was wide awake. She yawned.
God, what a night! The perfect end to a stress-filled day full of fake death threats and unrequited lust. Well, almost perfect. Perfect would have been Jake driving his thick rod into her core and a nameless, faceless someone loving her at the same time.
She quivered at the thought.
Her first sexual experience was a threesome, and now that she thought about it, that encounter rewired her psyche such that it changed her sexual orientation forever. It left so deep an impression on her that although she could still be satisfied sexually with one man (she’d tried it before), she still felt that something was ... missing, as though there was a hole in her that wasn’t filled. She smiled a
t the thought. No pun intended. Several relationships later, she realized that two men could fulfill her in a way that one lover never could.
But while making love with Jake was still a fantasy and not having yet met the other man who could make her heart beat faster, she thanked God for her weekly massages, given by the professional masseur Lucien and his assistant, Paul. They had started out innocently enough, but passion had overridden her once, and they had all become lovers. She had then suggested for all of them to be naked during their weekly sessions; things were thus done with less fuss and everything became more convenient. Lucien and Paul were also good outlets for her intense but unresolved attraction to Jake. Sometimes, she felt twinges of guilt for using them to relieve her physical frustration, but everyone understood theirs was a “no strings attached” arrangement.
But what Lucien had said last night disturbed her. She had never told anyone about her attraction to Jake. Was her unfulfilled desire so apparent? Long after they had left last night -- or, rather, in the wee hours of the morning -- she had lain in bed, thinking about Lucien’s comment. His suggestion made sense, actually. Since Jake was the one who left her frustrated, why not let him scratch her itch? Maybe she wouldn’t need her masseur then. Except for the usual purpose, anyway.
One hour later, she was out the door and on her way to the office. The weather was lovely; cloudy blue skies with a hint of the sun. She had always enjoyed early morning the best.
But since arriving on Tolidet Island, which was one of the small islands in the south Pacific Ocean, fourteen months ago, she hated being outdoors. The air and noise pollution in the city were terrible, so different from the cleanliness and tranquility in Edinburgh! One had to experience both to understand. God, she didn’t know how the locals were able to take the awful stench of garbage left by the roadside and the carbon monoxide emitting from vehicles that clogged up the streets.
However, her experiences on the island were not all bad. For the most part, the locals were a friendly and hospitable group of people, fun-loving and easy to get along with. She never felt like she was a foreigner in their midst, despite her oh-so-English accent and different way of thinking.