Under a Raging Moon: Part Two

by Chambers, V. J.

  It happened more than once, them taking me from each other. At first, there was real aggression in it. A few times, they pulled me from one to the other, and they were a little bit rough, their fingers bruising my skin. They were rougher with each other. Kale got an elbow to the face. Hudson got kneed the stomach.

  But they didn’t let up. As it went on, as the two of them got more and more turned on, it became almost playful. They were grinning, they were gasping, and they were enjoying themselves.

  I found myself liking it too. They were so different. What they created within me was unbridled passion. Both sides of it—the gentle and warm and the edgy and cold. I felt incredibly lucky to be able to experience both of those things at once. So I gave myself over to them completely.

  As I rode Hudson’s cock, I reached over and ran my hands over Kale’s chest. Then I grabbed his cock and pumped it.

  When they switched, I did the same thing to Hudson. At one point, I leaned over and kissed him. Kale’s cock was deep inside my pussy, rubbing right against the core of my pleasure, and my tongue was in Hudson’s mouth, massaging his tongue. I’d never felt anything so forbiddenly delicious in my life. I came again. Around Kale. Against Hudson.

  And then Hudson had me again, and I was kissing Kale. I kissed him everywhere. I kissed his lips his chin, his jaw, his chest. His chest was so smooth and sleek. At that point, I had reached this amazing plateau of pleasure. I’d never been this high on sensation before. It was very easy for me to climax. Just the slightest bit of sensation drove me over the edge. I came again around Hudson’s cock.

  He passed me back to Kale. Kale was groaning, his eyes closed.

  Hudson kissed me again. Hudson kissed me. He initiated it. Not me. I realized that he was accepting the fact that I was having sex with another man, and he was participating. He rubbed my nipples. I climaxed again. Threw my head back and screamed it out.

  Kale grasped my hips and held me in place. He pushed all the way into me, and I felt him come as well. And at the same moment, Hudson’s cock began spurting all over my hands.

  We all three had found release at the same moment. It was heady and powerful. I kissed them both, going back and forth between their lips. We were all moaning, all gasping. My hands were on both of them, and both of their hands were on me.

  It felt the same way as it had felt the night before when we all licked each other and curled up on the bed together. As if we had forged some threefold bond. I was overwhelmed with the feeling of rightness. And that strange, sweet wolf-love feeling returned.

  But it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be love.

  CHAPTER NINE

  After it was all over, I sank down between the two of them, sandwiched between their bodies on the couch. I felt pleasantly tired. They seem to as well. Their hands roamed drowsily over my curves. Their mouths sought mine, and I kissed them back. Sleepy, sloppy kisses. They kissed me until I drifted off.

  I wasn’t sure how long we napped. It couldn’t have been too long, because when I woke up, the sun was still high in the sky.

  Kale was already awake, and he was sitting on the edge of the couch, his face buried in his hands.

  I sat up. I touched his shoulder. After what had transpired between us, that bit of intimacy seemed warranted and natural.

  But he recoiled from me as if I’d burned him.

  I sat back, feeling hurt. “Are you okay?”

  He wouldn’t look at me.

  I made my voice quiet and gentle. “Kale, talk to me.”

  He shook his head.

  Beside me, Hudson began to stir. He stretched, yawning. And then he opened his eyes. He took both of us in. In the course of everything that had happened, both of the men had shed their clothes. So we were all completely naked. Not that I thought that really made any difference. After all, we had to take off our clothes to shift into wolves. We’d all seen each other’s nude bodies more times than I could even count at this point. But Hudson blushed anyway.

  Kale had heard his movements. He turned slightly. His gaze met Hudson’s for just a second, and then he looked away.

  Hudson rubbed his face. He hadn’t shaved since the electricity went out, and he was getting a growth of fine stubble on his chin. Like all of the other hair on his body, it was soft instead of coarse. When he rubbed it, it stood straight up.

  Kale cleared his throat. “Listen, Hudson…”

  Hudson turned to me. He raised his eyebrows. “So? Which of us is better?”

  Kale sighed.

  I felt disgusted. Was he really going to boil it all down to that? I lifted my chin and regarded him coolly. “Are you really asking me that?”

  Kale turned around and looked at me too.

  Hudson just shrugged.

  I looked down at my hands. “That was probably the most arousing thing that I’ve ever experienced. But it was because of both of you.”

  They both turned away from me.

  I got up off the couch. I crossed the room and found my robe. I put it on. “I’m not getting in the middle of this between you guys. I can’t.”

  When neither of them said anything, I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. My clothes were dry now. But the dew had made them a little bit stiff. I didn’t care. I put them on anyway. I sat down on the bed, feeling incredibly confused and unsure of myself.

  I didn’t know how to feel about what had happened between all three of us. It had felt to me, at the end, as if it wasn’t about the men’s aggression towards each other, but rather about some shared experience that we were all having.

  But I guess I was being an idiot to think that they’d admit that. It didn’t make sense, after all.

  I was fooling myself. Men didn’t enjoy sharing a woman. Why would they?

  Of course, I’d liked it. Any woman on earth would feel like a queen being passed back and forth like that, being fought over like that. It wasn’t that I wanted them to actually hurt each other, but it did make me feel significant. And when they’d taken turns in me that way, I’d felt adored, both of them focused on me. So, it was obvious that I would like it.

  But why on earth would I think that they would like it? They’d hated that. I was sure that both of them wanted me to themselves.

  I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

  Was the electricity ever going to come back on?

  It was quiet. So very quiet in this house, especially now that there was no power. I didn’t notice how much noise that electronic gadgets made—the refrigerator humming or the quiet buzz of a television, even if the sound was turned down.

  The refrigerator.

  I got up off the bed and went back out into the living room. Both of the men were dressed now, but they weren’t looking at each other. Kale was at the unbroken side of the sliding doors. staring outside. Hudson was sorting through the tools he’d brought in.

  I went straight for the kitchen and threw open the freezer door. Yup, that was what I thought. I had remembered that there was ground meat in here. It had been nearly two days since the power went out. It was defrosting.

  There wasn’t anything else in the freezer except ice, which was melting.

  I set the meat on the counter. “We’re going to have to cook this if we don’t want it to spoil.”

  They both turned to look at me.

  “Isn’t the stove a gas stove?” I said. “We can cook, right?”

  Hudson stood up and came over to the kitchen. “What are you going to make with ground beef?”

  I had already thought of this. I reached into the counter and got out two things. A can of crushed tomatoes and a can of beans. “Chili.”

  “Chili?” said Kale, who was suddenly peering over Hudson’s shoulder. “She’s a good cook, you know.”

  “It’s just going to go to waste otherwise,” I said.

  Hudson shrugged. “Well, okay.”

  Kale grinned. “Real food sounds awesome.”

  I smiled back at him.

  “Do you,
um, need help?” said Hudson.

  I surveyed my ingredients. “There’s not a lot to this, actually. It’s mostly browning meat and dumping in cans.” I sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for an onion, though.”

  The guys both made sympathetic faces at me.

  * * *

  Later, we all sat around the kitchen table, eating bowls of chili. I had worried a little bit about there being leftovers that we couldn’t store, but I shouldn’t have. The men were both putting it away quickly. They were each on their second bowl.

  At first, they seemed stiff around each other, but as they continued to eat, they seemed to loosen up, and conversation even began.

  “You were right,” said Hudson. “She’s a good cook.”

  They both beamed at me over their bowls.

  “Trust me,” I said. “I could make a better chili than this. I was limited, though. I had very little in the way of ingredients.”

  “Well, that makes you an even better cook, because it’s really awesome,” said Kale. He ran his spoon through his bowl. “This is like that chili we had at that chili cook-off senior year.” He turned to Hudson. “You remember that?”

  “Which chili?” said Hudson. “There were like ten of them.”

  “The really good one.”

  “Oh,” said Hudson. “Yeah, the one that was really meaty?”

  Kale nodded. “That one.”

  “You’re right, it’s similar.” Hudson grinned. To me, “Who knew you were so talented?”

  I laughed a little. “You guys are going to make me blush.”

  “Oh man,” said Kale. “That was the night we got in that fight with Jimmy and his guys.”

  “We got in a fight?” Hudson laughed.

  Kale laughed too. “Okay, well, I helped you taunt those guys, and then I stood back while you mopped the floor with them.”

  Hudson punched him playfully on the arm. “Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. They started it, as I remember. They were taunting us.”

  “Taunting me,” said Kale, pointing at himself. “No one taunted you. They were afraid of you.” He turned to me. “See, in high school, Hudson was this big, bad football player—”

  “I was not big and bad.” But Hudson was grinning.

  “And I was this skinny little nerdy kid who liked geometry,” said Kale. “But Hudson was my best friend.”

  They gazed at each other for a minute. Then, sharply, they both turned back to their chili.

  They ate in silence.

  Shit. I’d never seen them the way they’d been a moment ago, so open and easy with each other. It made me realize how close the two of them had been once. I fiddled with my spoon. “Best friends, huh?”

  Hudson looked up at me. “We grew up together.”

  “I wouldn’t have made it through high school without Hudson,” said Kale. “He fought all my battles.”

  “I didn’t,” said Hudson. “I just had your back. You had mine too. It’s what friends do.”

  “I wouldn’t have been any good having your back,” said Kale, “not even if anyone had a beef with you, which no one did.” He looked up at me. “I’m telling you, he was kind of scary. He’s looked like Wolverine since he was fourteen.”

  Hudson made a face at him. “I don’t look like Wolverine.”

  Kale shrugged.

  “Well, if I’m Wolverine, who are you?”

  “Cyclops,” I said. It seemed to fit. They always seemed to be fighting over a girl, after all. Right now, it was me, but I knew that I wasn’t their Jean Grey.

  “I kind of see myself more as Gambit,” said Kale.

  “Whatever, you don’t have the accent.”

  “Gambit is more than an accent, my friend.”

  Hudson laughed. “Man, you are such a dork.” Then he cocked his head and looked at me. “You know X-Men characters?”

  “I watched those old movies,” I said.

  They surveyed me.

  I cleared my throat. “So, um, what happened?”

  The both of them became very interested in their chili.

  “It was Lila, wasn’t it?” I said. “When I was in town at the diner, one of the waitresses told me that all three of you used to be inseparable.”

  Hudson set down his spoon. “I don’t think that we can talk about that right now.”

  “It’s obviously the thing that’s pulling you apart,” I said. “And I don’t understand it. Maybe you could just explain it to me?”

  Kale had started eating even quicker. He shoveled spoonfuls of chili into his mouth, one after the other.

  We both watched until he was eventually done with his bowl.

  He wiped his mouth. “Fine. Let’s talk about it.”

  Hudson stiffened.

  Kale ignored him. “When we were in school, we were all just friends. Well, that’s what I thought, anyway.”

  “The waitress said she was your girlfriend,” I said.

  Kale snorted. “In high school? No way. No girl thought of me as boyfriend material in high school, not even Lila. Hudson was drowning in pussy, but I—”

  “That is not what it was like.” Hudson sat forward and glared at him.

  I bit my lip. Maybe it was a bad idea to push this. They were going to get in a fight again, and it was going to be my fault.

  “Well, you were fucking Lila,” said Kale. “I thought we were all friends, and you were fucking her.”

  Hudson looked away. “It was just the one time.”

  Kale fiddled with his now-empty bowl. “They never told me about it. Not for years. Lila went off to college. I grew up a little bit, and when she came back, well, things were different.”

  “Then you started dating her,” I said.

  Kale nodded. “She was like my dream girl. I thought about her all the time. I wanted her in high school, but I knew she wasn’t interested—”

  “Stop it with the sob story,” said Hudson. “The truth is she played us. She played us both.”

  Kale’s jaw twitched. “She didn’t do that.”

  “She slept with me in high school, and then she said it was too weird because we were friends, and she didn’t want to do it again. And that drove me insane. I wanted her too. She knew that we both…”

  Kale rubbed his face.

  “She used us,” Hudson muttered.

  “No,” said Kale. “When she and I were together, it was real. I loved her. She loved me. We were going to have a baby, and then you—”

  “I didn’t know that.” Hudson got up. He gripped the back of his chair. “She came to me, okay?”

  “You knew we were together.”

  “I didn’t know she was pregnant.”

  Kale got up too. “You let her move in with you.”

  Hudson turned around, burying his hands in his hair. “It was her idea. I could never say no to her.”

  “You said no to her when she tried to suggest that we share her. That argument’s what sent her out in that car the night she died.”

  “Hey, you weren’t exactly on board with that idea either.”

  “I was willing to try it out.”

  “Oh, come on, I was not the only participant in that argument.”

  They were both silent.

  Kale shook his head. “Well, she’s gone now. And I can’t believe that you’d talk about her like that.”

  Hudson massaged the bridge of his nose. “I loved her, Kale, but I knew who she was. I don’t think you ever did. That’s why you blame me. That’s why you hate me.”

  “You hate me too,” said Kale.

  “No.” Hudson’s shoulders slumped. “No, I don’t.”

  It was quiet. Totally quiet.

  I didn’t know what to say or do. I finally understood what had transpired between them, at least a little bit better.

  Hudson sat back down at the table. He took another bite of his chili.

  Kale sat down too, but his bowl was empty.

  “Um,” I said, “do you want some more?”

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sp; They both fixed their gazes on me, as if they’d just remembered that I existed.

  “You,” said Hudson. “What the hell are we doing with you?”

  I squirmed. I didn’t like the way they were both looking at me.

  “The conclave made us do this,” said Kale.

  Hudson shook his head. “The conclave is making us fuck her at the same time?”

  I was sitting right in front of them, and they were talking about me like I wasn’t even there.

  Kale laughed a little bit. “Well, we always did used to do everything together. Lila was the first thing we tried to do on our own.”

  “Right,” muttered Hudson. “Look how well that turned out.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  After dinner, the atmosphere settled somehow. The tension seemed to have drained out of the air. The guys helped clean up the dishes, even trekking out into the woods to a stream we’d found to fill up a few buckets of water. We still had a bit of drinking water, but if the electricity didn’t come on soon, we’d be screwed.

  We all worked together to get everything cleared and cleaned, and then we sat together in the living room. The guys talked easily amongst themselves about things I didn’t know about—people in their town, gossip, etc. But whenever I asked a question, they were happy to explain it to me.

  After a while, I started yawning. I got up and announced that I was going to bed.

  But Kale was adamant that we needed to address the bed situation. He didn’t think it was fair that I should get the whole bed to myself.

  I sighed. “Well, there’s only one way to make it fair. We’ll just all have to sleep there together.”

  “Fine,” said Kale.

  “Fine,” said Hudson. “But only if you sleep in the middle.”

  I was astonished. I hadn’t expected them to agree to that. I had mostly been proposing it jokingly.

  But within several minutes, it was a reality. I was lying in the middle of the bed with two extremely hot guys on either side of me. I was afraid to snuggle up to either one of them for fear of making them jealous.

  But I shouldn’t have worried, because they both rolled over with their backs to me, and soon all I could hear was the sound of their even, sleeping breath.