by Cara Adams
“So where are we going?” she asked.
“We thought The Tavern would be a good place. Not quite as noisy as a family restaurant, but there still should be plenty of tourists there so no one will pay attention to us,” replied Piotr. Alex was driving. She guessed they were in Alex’s car.
“That sounds good. I’ve heard the Hungarian goulash there is to die for.”
“Yes, they use lots of paprika and both red and green peppers, so it’s made the right way and therefore tastes excellent,” said Piotr.
“I’m more a steak man, myself, but they do a good steak as well.” Alex grinned at her in the rearview mirror before returning his gaze to the road.
They talked about foods they liked and meals they enjoyed and hated on the short ride into town. Once they pulled up in the parking lot at The Tavern, Tatiana noticed it was Piotr who chose the table where they’d sit, although he was careful to place her between them so she was able to talk to them equally.
“What are your plans for when the summer is over?” Piotr asked her.
“Yeah, good question. I know it’s more than time I got a real job with health insurance and paid vacation time, and superannuation, and all those things, but I love sewing, and I love the mountains. I’m just going to have to apply for jobs all over Europe and take what I can get though.”
“Aren’t there sewing jobs closer to home?” asked Alex. His big hazel eyes seemed puzzled and there was a tiny frown on his forehead.
“Everyday clothing is made in factories in impoverished third-world countries where the workers get paid a couple of dollars a day, barely enough for them to live on. I’d have to get a job with a really high-class designer—which is never going to happen—or work in costuming for a theater company or film production company. And they’re only in capital cities and the very largest towns. So this summer I need to decide if I want to stay near the mountains or not. If I stay I’ll have to find an ordinary office job hopefully somewhere not too far away. But if I choose to follow my desire to work in costuming I’ll have to go to Rome or Paris most likely.”
“But you don’t want to,” said Piotr.
“I’d like to stay near the mountains, and sew costumes, but I need to move out of my parents’ house and start acting like an adult. Unfortunately right now the mountains and a career are incompatible.”
The server came to their table and Tatiana ordered the Hungarian goulash as did Piotr, and Alex ordered a steak.
They talked about the mountains and then travel. “I was always happy staying here. There was the opportunity to study elsewhere and travel. The manager of our company is happy for the young people to do that, but I never wanted to leave and I genuinely like my job,” said Piotr.
“Exactly. It was just the same with me,” said Alex, beaming at Piotr.
Suddenly Tatiana understood that the men, although they’d both grown up together in the pack, didn’t really know each other as fully as she’d assumed they did. They might have known each other all their lives, but they hadn’t been close friends for years like Damask’s men, Jairus and Grigori had been.
They were in a public restaurant and although she didn’t think anyone would be listening to their conversation, she needed to be cautious in what she said just in case. Tatiana looked around but everyone near them was eating and talking, totally focused on the people at their own table. Nevertheless she spoke more quietly. “Since you’ve known for a long time about the standard marriage arrangements in your community, did either of you have a grouping in mind when you were growing up?”
Again it was Piotr who spoke first. “There are so many men and some of them are intensely focused on achieving a future. I decided that jumping through all the necessary hoops of finding the right partners was too hard. If I’d wanted to travel it might have been easier, but as I said before, I was really quite happy staying at home and building up the candy store into a useful part of the corporation.”
Alex nodded. “I turned thirty a little while ago and that’s when I realized likely I needed to start thinking about the future. But I like my job and didn’t have so many opportunities to meet eligible women. We’re very fortunate that some women are coming to us now.”
“What’s your plan now, though? Are you working your way through those eligible women, dating them all one by one?” Tatiana made sure her voice sounded teasing, but she really wanted to know. Were they interested in her, personally, or in the concept of a potential partner?
“This is the first time we’ve ever taken a woman out together. You are the first woman we’ve looked at.” Piotr’s voice was deep, husky, sexy. Tatiana’s breath caught in her throat at his tone and she found her mouth going dry from the scorching look he was giving her.
“We want to get to know you better. To know you intimately,” whispered Alex. The tenor of the word intimately was almost enough to make her come on the spot. He put so much meaning into the word that he might as well have stripped her naked then and there. Not that Tatiana was complaining. Intimate was what she was envisaging, too.
She looked away, and with shaking hands poured herself a glass of water from the carafe on the table. She was still sipping the drink when their meals were served and the conversation became general again. But the undercurrent of heated glances, sexy looks, and carnal thoughts remained. Tatiana was in absolutely no doubt what the men’s plan was for after they’d eaten. She was going to be dessert. And she was totally okay with that plan. She wanted them, too.
* * * *
Alex drove slowly along the narrow road beside the castle and parked at the end of it. From here there was a walking trail for maybe fifty feet up the mountain to where people could take pictures overlooking the castle. It was fully dark now though and there were no other cars here but his. He popped the trunk and took out a blanket he’d placed there after he and Piotr had talked about this evening. He hadn’t dared let himself hope they could have sex yet, but surely she’d let them kiss her. She hadn’t blushed at their glances and some of the looks she’d given them back had been so hot his skin had burned under her gaze.
His dick was as hard as the stones that formed the castle and was standing as straight as any of the towers.
When it had been decided to turn the castle into a tourist attraction the wolves had climbed all around the mountain to see exactly what areas could be overlooked. This particular place had been allowed to stay as an area where tourists could take pictures, because the private, innermost courtyard couldn’t be seen from here. The mountain was in the way. Higher up, trees had been planted to ensure that area remained quite difficult to see into. Of course, anyone who was serious about watching the pack would find a way, but no casual walker or photographer would bother climbing around the mountain to get a view better than was right here. The outer courtyard, barbican, inner courtyard, and north tower all looked camera-worthy at this angle. In the inner courtyard the maze was exposed from here, too, letting tourists plan how to walk through it and take their minds off other, unseen, areas.
He laid the rug on the ground at the edge of the trees where they would be overshadowed by foliage, yet still be able to see if any cars stopped at the end of the road and any people began to hike up the trail. Not that Alex thought anyone would. All the tourists had long since gone back to the little local town to have their evening meal and plan their next day’s sightseeing.
He lay flat on his back and stared up at the sky. Already there were some stars starting to come out. Tatiana came and sat beside him. “It’s so peaceful here. That’s one thing I don’t think I’d like about a large city. Always having noise all night long. Here I can listen to the leaves rustling in the breeze and then there’ll be total silence for a while before the night sounds begin again.”
Piotr sat beside them and tilted his head back. “In the cities no one sees the stars as well as this either. There’s so much other light around that the stars are hard to find among the neon signs.”
“Y
ou’re both very lucky to have a pack to support you and work you enjoy doing. I expect I’ll find all sorts of things to like about the city once I get there, but the mountains will always be home to me.”
Alex remembered something he’d heard other wolves say. “I’ve heard that some of the wolf packs support themselves completely by online businesses. I don’t suppose there’s any way you could make costumes like that, is there?”
“I suppose it’s a possibility. If clothing was made in standard dress sizes. But it’s usually made specifically to fit the people wearing it for the play so dress lengths and pants lengths are exactly right for the shoes the actor wears in that scene and so on. Also, it could take years for an online business to grow big enough to support me.”
Alex sighed. “Oh well, it was a thought. And maybe something the pack could look at in future.”
“Oh!” Tatiana jumped upright. “Kids wear dress-up costumes all the time. And it wouldn’t matter if their pants or dresses were a bit short or long. Their parents could take them up to fit. That’s something the pack could do. Start up a line of kids’ medieval costumes for sale. Just a dress with an apron attached for the girls and pull on pants and a shirt for the boys,” said Tatiana excitedly.
“Would a boy want to dress up?” argued Piotr.
“If we sold some little wooden swords as well, they would. It might even be possible to make a simple bow-and-arrows set out of more-or-less historical things. Wood mostly I expect,” said Alex, sitting up and catching some of Tatiana’s excitement.
“I’ll talk to the other costumers tomorrow about that and see what they think.”
Tatiana lay down beside Alex and stared up at the sky.
Alex wanted to touch her but wasn’t sure if he should. Piotr was the Dom and he wasn’t touching her yet. So Alex stared at the stars instead. “There’s Hercules.” He pointed to the sky, moving a finger to outline the four keystones at the center of the Greek God.
“I see M13.” Piotr drew a circle in the air.
Tatiana shook her long, wavy brown hair, and Alex found himself watching the way it fell on the blanket around her head, instead of looking at the stars anymore.
“I was always hopeless at seeing the constellations the way other people did. I just think the lights against the dark sky are pretty.”
Alex laughed and Piotr moved so his body was leaning over hers. “Alex and I would rather look at you than the stars, anyway. May we?”
“You’re looking at me already.”
“I meant naked. Looking at the real you,” explained Piotr.
Alex picked up the hand nearest him. “I like the way you have colored nail polish on your fingers and toes,” he said, and kissed each finger one at a time. Her hand in his quivered a little, but she definitely seemed to like his touch.
“I’ll undress, but only if you both do too. It’s not fair if you can see me and I don’t get to see you.”
Alex glanced at Piotr.
Piotr nodded. “That sounds reasonable. We’ll all undress now.”
Alex was eager to see beneath the long skirt Tatiana wore. He knew she was reasonably fit. She’d danced up and down the office the other day without ever needing to catch her breath. Judging by the way she moved, she had curves in all the right places, too, which made his wolf side very happy. But he was fast coming to think what she looked like was only secondary to who she was. She was laughing and happy, serious and thoughtful all by turns, each instance of humor revealing more of the woman she was to him, and every aspect of her that he’d seen so far truly appealed to him. He was sure she’d look as good as he’d imagined, but as long as she liked him and wanted to be with him and Piotr, Alex decided it didn’t really matter. It was just one of many facets of who she was.
He pulled his shoes and socks off, tucking the socks inside the shoes, then lifted his shirt over his head, dropping it on top of his footwear. By the time he stood up to remove his pants, Piotr was lying down again, completely naked, and Tatiana was sitting there with the waist of her skirt around her neck and her legs curled up so the skirt was completely hiding her entire body.
Fuck! I should have watched her, not myself. I missed my chance to see her get undressed.
He unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, stepping out of them and sitting down on the rug immediately, not even looking to see where his pants had landed.
Tatiana grinned and extended one foot from under the skirt and unbuckled her sandal. The shoe was a golden color that sparkled in the moonlight and her toenails seemed a deeper purple against the rug. Her leg, however, was satisfactorily bare. She repeated her teasing with the other sandal and then lifted the skirt off, making it plain she’d already shed her underwear as well as her shirt. She was now totally naked and her pale skin gleamed as she sat and stared at them. “May I touch you?” she asked hesitantly.
Alex gulped and nodded. “I’d like you to.”
“Touch whatever you want,” said Piotr.
Tatiana sat perfectly still for so long Alex nearly screamed with nervous tension. Then all she did was swivel around on the rug so she was looking at them both. She still made no move to carry out her wish of touching them. Unless her plan all along had simply been to drive him insane with repressed need and desire. Because lying here, looking at her wonderful body in the moonlight, was making him harder than a rock and so desperate to touch her, kiss her, fuck her, that his body was twitching with nervous energy.
Finally she stretched out her arm and ran a long purple fingernail across Piotr’s chest before flicking one of his nipples. Alex almost swallowed his tongue he gulped so hard watching her. Then she sat back and looked at them both some more. Finally she must have decided it was his turn because she grabbed a handful of her own hair and trailed it over his belly. He’d have sworn an oath that his dick couldn’t get any harder, but as soon as she touched him it did. It also waved at her in the most embarrassing way. But he couldn’t control it. It wanted her too much for him to do anything. He knew if he touched it, or if she did, he’d explode everywhere like a teenager on his first date.
She leaned over him a little more, playing her hair up and down his chest and belly before gently kissing his lips. He forced himself to return the kiss exactly as she’d given it, instead of opening her mouth and thrusting his tongue inside. But damn, it was hard to be a gentleman.
Alex was breathing heavily by the time Tatiana turned back to Piotr and touched each of his nipples in turn. Alex wasn’t surprised to see Piotr’s cock with a glistening coating of pre-cum in the eye. They were both incredibly aroused. But the person he couldn’t take his gaze away from was Tatiana. Every movement she made was so graceful. He knew she danced but he also knew she was human, not wolf, so it’d never occurred to him that her hands, arms, even her neck, would turn with such a languid flowing grace that he was in awe of every breath she took.
Then just when he thought he had control over himself, Tatiana leaned right forward and flicked her tongue over his cock. She savored the taste and then did exactly the same to Piotr.
“Piotr tastes a little salty. Alex you’re more sweet,” she said.
“I think it’s our turn now,” said Piotr huskily, pressing Tatiana back on the rug.
Alex crawled closer to her and lay beside her, leaning up on an elbow so her glorious body was fully in his view. Gently he stroked his hand over her breasts, trying to touch her as lightly and as she’d touched him, not wanting to scare her or disappoint her in any way. She’d aroused him so highly that he was still a bit worried he’d lose control. But if she came, that would be fine. Again and again he drew shapes on her skin, then he bent forward and licked patterns on her, blowing puffs of warm air on the wet places.
Alex looked up and saw Piotr playing with her legs, sucking the tender skin behind her knee. That gave him an idea and he took her hand in his, kissing and sucking the inside of her wrist.
“Would you like an orgasm, Tatiana?” asked Piotr.
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bsp; “Yes,” she whispered.
“With my mouth or my cock?”
“I want you both to fuck me.”
That’s what Alex wanted, too, but she was human and he wasn’t sure quite how she’d cope with it. However, he was certain Piotr would have a plan. All he’d have to do was follow Piotr’s lead. It likely wasn’t a good idea to throw her legs over his shoulders and drive his cock into her just yet the way he’d like to.
“Lie flat on your back, Alex, and Tatiana, you get on all fours over him so he can suck your cunt. I’ll fuck you from behind. That way we’ll all be together for our first time.”
Alex quickly lay down as instructed and looked forward to tasting her flavor. After all, she’d already licked him. He had no idea how experienced she was at giving a man a blow job, but it didn’t matter. She was so arousing with her delightful beauty and grace that touching her would likely be enough to send him over the cliff before she even put her mouth on him.
Gently Alex spread her pussy lips and licked the length of her slit, tasting her flavor. She was fresh and sweet. He let her go as Piotr got into position then drove his cock deep inside her. Now Alex placed his hands on her mound, exposing the tiny bud of her clit. He wiggled down slightly and sucked it into his mouth, tugging on it. Next he licked all around the tiny hot button, flicking his tongue over it and around it again and again. He had to be careful not to interrupt Piotr’s strokes into her. But he soon understood the Dom’s rhythm and worked to the same beat. Everything was going well until a small hand gripped his dick and she began licking the head of his cock. It felt wonderfully good, but his brain could hardly cope with the need to please her, to stay in synchronization with Piotr, and to absorb what Tatiana was doing to him.
Tatiana was wiggling above him and around him, and making happy little noises on his dick. His dick was mighty happy, too, as she licked under the sensitive ridge, then up and down his shaft. She even scraped her teeth across his cockhead with exactly the right amount of pressure. Just enough to add some pain but not so much as to either make him come or make him want to stop. The woman was a natural at pleasuring a man. Well, at pleasuring him.