“Sit up,” I instructed, hurriedly, and Colt complied, yanking his underwear off the rest of the way and tossing the shorts aside.
As he sat back on the couch, I clambered astride him, tugging his head forward with one rough hand to kiss me, while with the other I beat hard on his overexcited organ. I had already put his cock to the test – how much would it have left to give? One way to find out.
I leapt up and turned around to stand in front of Colt with my back to him. His wide, heated eyes consumed my body with desire, lingering on the cheeks of my ass. He reached forward to stroke between my legs, and my body seemed to melt at his touch.
I sat back, positioning myself between his widely spread legs, grabbing hold of his heavy, thick cock and guiding it to where I needed it. For a few moments, I teased both him and myself, swiping the swollen head across my wet seam. But I no longer had the patience for such games and, in the next instant, I impaled myself on Colt’s unyielding length and sank down it with a moan of deep satisfaction. I had not realized how badly I wanted and needed him until that instant of penetration.
Despite his beautiful size, my wetness meant I took Colt with ease and he pulled lightly on my hips till my ass was tight up against him, his whole length embedded inside me so I could feel every throb of its muscular strength. I stayed in that position a minute, balanced on the edge of coming again just from the sensation of having him inside me. But I wasn’t ready yet, I wanted that edge of frustration to add frisson to what was now to follow, I wanted to need him more with every stroke.
I relaxed down against Colt, my back against the broad expanse of his powerful chest, and craned around to kiss him. He smiled up at me.
“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
He kissed me again before I could respond and I felt a surge of pure joy.
Planting my feet in the carpet, I began to rotate my hips as we continued to kiss, stirring myself and grinding at his strong but sensitive shaft. He groaned into my mouth as I worked him. I wondered again how long this could last, but I didn’t really care, I was already on the verge of coming again. I ground myself in hot, tight circles against Colt’s hips until he grabbed my ass and began to lift me up and down on his straining cock. I caught the rhythm and joined in, bracing myself by grabbing the sturdy muscles of his thighs to either side of me.
I gasped and moaned as I travelled up and down him, his thick shaft going right to my guts, stretching every tender spot in the most beautiful way. Behind me, Colt kissed my undulating back, gasping himself as pent up pleasure threatened to boil over. It took all his strength to stop it, but Colt was a strong man.
Now, I started to bounce, my ass slapping against Colt’s hips. I wasn’t sure if I was testing him to see what he could take or if I was just done waiting, but this new pace soon had us both gasping. Still, Colt stayed with me. His hands reached around to play with my bouncing breasts, while my nails dug into his thighs. Sweat ran down me as the effort began to tell, but I kept going, harder and harder, pounding myself into Colt as his cock flexed eagerly within me, enjoying every moment as much as I was.
Abandoning my breasts, Colt’s hands now settled on my ass, gently at first, then harder, caressing, pinching and even slapping. I felt a stray finger brush my asshole and perhaps Colt heard my moan of arousal, as seconds later his thumb pressed hard against that tight entrance, then popped in. I loved a bit of ass play, and moaned my pleasure as Colt’s delightful intrusion sent me over the edge.
As I came, my channel rippled up and down Colt’s length, squeezing and releasing, milking him until he could hold back no longer.
“Oh, Bailey…” It was strange to hear my name moaned like that, I seldom tell my partners my name. I liked it.
A lot.
We came together and he spurted into me in a hot rush, his orgasm seeming to intensify mine and vice versa, pleasure feeding pleasure, so our climaxes rolled on and on until we flopped to the couch, unable to move.
“Holy hell,” breathed Colt, after awhile.
“I think that covers it.”
As with Jackson, I would never have imagined a human could fuck me like that. It had also been such fun, and tired as I was, I was rather unwilling to let go of that. The sharp thrills of the evening still crackled in me, needing a lightning rod to control them. And Colt had the rod I needed.
“Bedroom?” I suggested.
“Bedroom.”
I was up and running for the door in seconds, but Colt caught me halfway across the room, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me the rest of the way. He dropped me on the bed and then proceeded, with tongue, lips, teeth and fingers, to take my body to the heights of pleasure over and over until I thought the world was ending. From the soles of my feet to my ears, no part of my body went unkissed, licked or stroked. He nibbled gently at my nipples, sucked on my fingers and toes, and stroked me to climax after climax.
Through it all, he paid regular visits to bottom, his tongue swirling inside, fingers burrowing deep. Perhaps he had realized how much I relished attention paid to that forbidden entrance, or perhaps it revealed a preference of his own. Either way, when I reached out and found his cock fully restored to its former glory, I knew what was going to happen next.
I rolled over onto my front, thrust my ass in the air and wiggled it invitingly. Colt was not slow to respond, kneeling behind me and lining up with my needy pussy.
“No.” I reached back to grab his throbbing cock and redirected it to the road less travelled.
“Are you sure?” For all his obvious arousal, Colt remained a gentleman.
I grinned. “Don’t pretend this isn’t what you want. Turns out, I want it, too.”
Colt’s eyes went molten hot and his nostrils flared at the very thought as he moved into place.
I gritted my teeth as I felt the pressure against my asshole, burying my face in my hands. But the discomfort was momentary as Colt’s broad head passed my tight entrance and thrust on into my bottom.
“Mmmrrr,” I purred in delight. I had always enjoyed a man in my ass, but the difference between one who knows what he is doing and one who treats it as just another hole is a gulf. Colt knew exactly what he was doing and my body sang with pleasure as his rock-hard cock sawed in and out of me.
Colt’s breath came in long drawn-out gasps in time with his stroking rhythm, as my tight ass skinned his thick member. He seemed to get control of himself and the strokes became smoother and more fluid, as he relaxed into a pleasure that was, for us both, simultaneously, intense and blissful. The best ass-fucking walks that fine line between suffusing satisfaction and needle-sharp intensity. As I rocked my hips back and forth in time with Colt’s movements, I felt his hands move from my ass. One stroked along the line of my back, down my side to toy with my breasts, before moving on to my head. I allowed him to tilt my head back and I met him as he stretched forward to kiss me, never breaking the luscious rhythm of his cock in my backside. His other hand slid around my hip, across my palpitating belly and delved between my legs, I stiffened and choked a gasp as he located my clit and began to excite it.
Now, it felt as if pleasure was coming at me from three directions at once, from Colt’s kiss on my mouth, from his fingers working my delicate clit, and from his cock still sawing in and out of me. It was glorious.
This was no fast and furious race. Colt took me with the confidence of a strong, experienced lover, and made it last. More than that, he made it loving. I had never felt closer to a man than I felt with Colt at that moment. Our eyes met as we approached the point of no return, pressure building. They remained open and locked as I reached my climax and he followed behind with a growl, emptying himself into my ass.
“That was lovely,” I gasped when he pulled out gently a few moments later. I had never used that word about that act before. It was meant to be forbidden, but then, so was sex with humans. Forbidden did not preclude emotion and, for all that I was despe
rately trying to resist it, the emotions rising in me now went far beyond the sexual
“I-I need a shower.” I was reluctant to leave him but I needed to clear my head.
Standing under the rushing water, I asked myself what I was doing. Was I just having fun? It had certainly been fun but I knew it didn’t end there. I had had lots of fun with lots of men and it had never felt like this. So what the hell did I do now? It probably didn’t matter. As with Jackson, this was just a one off.
Wasn’t it?
But when the shower cubicle opened a few minutes later and Colt stood before me, still naked, all coherent thought fled. My eyes dipped lower to find his cock hard and at the ready again.
“Care to join me?” I asked, holding out a hand to him. Technically, this was all one session. After this, we wouldn’t do it again.
I put my arms around Colt’s neck to kiss him. His hands found my ass and lifted me up off the floor of the shower, making me giggle in delight. It was always fun with Colt.
But as I wrapped my legs about him and sank gratefully back onto his strong, pounding cock, I was forced to admit that it was more than mere fun.
I was in deep.
Chapter 10
I was just getting out of the shower when Jackson and Clarke arrived back, and I couldn’t help wondering what their reaction might have been if they had gotten back a little earlier.
Clarke would surely have been exasperated, once again, to find his friend sleeping with the enemy – or at least banging the enemy against the wall of a shower cubicle. But what might Jackson have thought? What he and I had shared had been rough, spur of the moment, and absolutely not to be repeated, but I still didn’t think he’d have been happy to find that I had quickly moved on to one of his friends.
No man would.
Plus, for all that it had been rough and spur of the moment, it had also been… special. I didn’t want it to have been, but something in the back of my mind insisted upon it. I wanted to believe that it was just awesome sex, and nothing more, but even as I looked at Jackson now, I felt a flutter of something that I did not feel when I looked at most men. More worryingly, it was the exact same flutter I got when I looked at Colt. I had to stop doing this or it was not going to end well for anyone – werewolves might be cool with the whole multi-partner thing, but I was pretty sure that humans weren’t.
All that flashed through my mind pretty quickly, which was good, as Jackson had more important information to share.
“Did it work?” I asked, almost breathless with anticipation. “Did my plan work?”
“Our plan,” Colt put in – the latter part had been his, so fair enough.
Jackson sighed. “It worked well. Better than we could have hoped.”
“And yet, you’re not smiling.”
Jackson grimaced. “You know how you might go to a doctor and he says, ‘The good news is we have a machine that can tell you exactly what’s wrong with you’. It’s good that he knows what’s wrong with you, but it still may not be news you want to hear.”
I sat down, folding my robe over my bare legs, feeling suddenly vulnerable. “Guess I’d better hear the lot.”
“We followed the wolves,” said Clarke. “You were right, they headed straight back to a Brotherhood hideout – a basement underneath an abandoned church.”
“Nice.”
“I know, right,” Clarke acknowledged. “They know how to do cool hideouts.”
“We gave them a minute then followed them in,” Jackson took up the story. “There was a pair of angled skylights low to the ground that looked down into a crypt and we climbed in through them. We could hear the wolves talking in the adjoining room but couldn’t make out a lot of what was being said. They didn’t meet for long – seems like they must have told the heads of their local chapter that they had important information and needed a meet. We were able to watch them leave through the skylight, but didn’t get a good look at anyone’s face. Once they were gone, we went into the main room where they were meeting, another part of the crypt, where all the really expensive burials are.” He shook his head. “People must have paid so much money to get a good spot in the crypt, someplace where God is going to know you were worth something, now, the whole place is falling down around them. In a few years, those people’s posh graves are going to be buried in rubble.”
“Is that strictly relevant?” I asked.
“No,” Jackson admitted. “But it might help you put things in perspective. There were a couple of other side rooms and we searched them. The first one was old church stuff – candles and so on – but the second had been used by The Brotherhood to store stuff.”
I sat forward eagerly. “Was there anything to tie them to the MacKenzie Pack? Or to any other pack for that matter?”
Jackson shook his head. “Nothing like that. Mostly it was weirdly boring stuff – admin stuff. I guess even secret societies have bills to pay. We found a few notes between members but nothing really pertinent. The one thing we found…” He looked at Clarke, and the younger Wolf Taker reached into his pocket and produced two sheets of paper stapled together. They were badly creased, as if they had been crumpled up.
“They were in the trash,” Clarke explained. “It’s a photocopy. Our best guess is that copies got sent out to all the local Brotherhood chapters and they were told to memorize and destroy, but someone got lazy with the destruction.”
I took the sheet of paper from him. It was a daily schedule, a list of dates and places and times. Someone had highlighted some of the lines in either yellow, green or red, which presumably denoted some level of priority. I began to read; ‘9.30am, Pack Lodge for ascension ceremony; 12 noon, Lunch at Lodge or apartment with HJ’. It went on but I didn’t have to read any more to know what it was and to know why the guys had been so concerned.
“This is my schedule,” I said, quietly. “They know where I am at any time.”
“So, running off without telling anyone was probably a pretty good call,” pointed out Colt, trying to lighten the mood a little.
But Jackson wasn’t smiling. “Do you understand what this means, Bailey?” It was the first time he had called me by my given name.
“It means we still don’t have anything to link The Brotherhood to any pack.”
“Not exactly,” said Jackson, grimly. “We don’t have anything to tie The Brotherhood to the MacKenzie. But this schedule is privileged information. There’s no way they could have gotten hold of it without having someone on the inside in your father’s pack. There is a traitor, somewhere near the top of the Hokkai.”
The words landed like lead in my mind with a heavy clang. A traitor amongst my father’s court? Amongst the people around whom I had grown up? How long had they hated me? All my life? Was this part of some larger plot to destabilize my father and take control of the pack? Or was it all about me? Had someone watched me grow up, seen me transform from carefree young girl into taboo-breaking wild child and hated what they saw? Were they repelled by the adult I had grown into? Did they feel that my behavior was a disgrace to the name Hokkai and to the honor of my father’s name and the reputation of our pack? I knew that there were people who felt that way, but the idea that any of them might have been this close to me all my life was a horrifying one. Someone I saw on a daily basis had done this to me. That was going to take a little time to sink in.
But I was not destined to be given that time. As I sat, staring at the floor with the guys around me, for once in complete sympathy with my position, the silence was shattered by a loud banging at the door of the apartment.
“Open up!”
The guys were instantly in fight mode. They seemed to physically grow, rising up on their toes, ready to take on whatever might be thrown at them.
“You’ve got the wrong room!” Clarke yelled back.
“Open this door now.”
“Why should we?”
“Open this door in the name of MacKenzie Sean and the MacKenzie Pack. You are harboring
an interloper from another pack. We know that Hokkai Bailey is in there, if she does not come with us peacefully, then you will all die.”
Clarke took a long hunting knife from his bag. “Well, we won’t be the only ones.”
Chapter 11
“Stop!” I yelled at Clarke and the other guys, who were also reaching for weapons. I turned to the door. “Just a second.”
“What do you mean; ‘Just a second’?” the voice from outside the door parroted in disbelief. “This isn’t a negotiation. Open the damn door or we break it down.”
“You do and you’ll have a fight on your hands. Give me a moment and you won’t.” That seemed to shut them up, at least for long enough for me to talk to the guys. “I have to go with them.”
“No way.” Jackson shook his head. “We’re your protection.”
“If you lay a hand on a MacKenzie guard while you’re working for my dad then you’ll start a war,” I replied. “We have to go quietly or more people are going to die. A lot more. It’ll all work out. I’m not important enough to start a major incident but I’m too important for the MacKenzie to kill me.”
I could see in the guys’ eyes and in the tight clench of their fists that this went against everything that they believed. They did not back down from a fight and certainly not when they were protecting someone. Say what you liked about the Wolf Takers, and I wasn’t generally a big fan, they brought up their children with courage and loyalty. But they also brought them up to be smart and they knew that I was right, that if they resisted now they could start a war by throwing a single punch.
Clarke laid down his knife.
“I’m waiting,” came the irate voice from outside the door. “This isn’t how it’s usually done, you know.”
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