Under a Raging Moon: Part Three

by Chambers, V. J.

  The guys sighed above me, surrendering to my ministrations.

  I peered up at them. Kale had his eyes closed, just enjoying it, but Hudson was watching me, his eyes half-lidded, taking me in. He liked what he saw. I could tell.

  That only turned me on more. I could feel that my sex was swollen and wet. I was clenching as I sucked them, and it was starting to be torture. I didn’t want them inside me, but I didn’t know how else I was going to get the release that I so desperately needed.

  As if he could read my mind, Hudson spoke up. “Not that this isn’t great,” he breathed, “but what about you, Piper?”

  Kale opened his eyes. “Yeah, what about you?”

  I let go of Hudson’s cock, still keeping Kale’s in my hand. I let my other hand travel down my body slowly, pausing to caress my own breasts.

  The guys both groaned.

  And then I sank my fingers between my own lips to touch myself. I groaned. I was so wet and hot down there, and it felt wonderful to have some relief.

  I lowered my mouth completely over Hudson’s cock and sucked him. Now I had Hudson in my mouth and Kale in my hand.

  We continued this way for a while, until I switched hands, holding Hudson in my hand and putting Kale completely in my mouth.

  All the while, I touched myself.

  I came close to coming a few times, but I held off on it. I wanted our releases to happen all at the same time, like they had at the cabin, and it was much more pleasurable to give head to the guys when I was really turned on.

  They were getting close, and I was trying to be mindful of where my mouth was. I knew that last time, Hudson had come in my hand, and I didn’t want him to be the one spurting in my hand this time. I was worried about jealousy, and—

  And then I had a crazy idea, one that turned me on like crazy, almost making me climax thinking about it.

  I thought about how sexy it would be to have both of them coming in my mouth at the same time—two hard, thick cocks.

  The only problem was whether or not they’d fit….

  I tried it. I currently had Hudson in my mouth, so I eased back and urged Kale’s cock closer. I opened my mouth wide, as wide as I could. And then…

  Yes.

  Both of them snug between my lips, both of them nudging into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the underside of them, used my free hand to hold their shafts together. I pumped them at the same time, and then I moved my mouth over them as well.

  It was incredibly sexy, all that silken male flesh in me at once. I moaned around their hardness, doubling my speed, sucking and stroking them even faster and harder.

  I was oblivious to the rest of the guys’ bodies—only focused on their glorious cocks. My eyes were shut against the world, my fingers busy on my own clit, which was getting closer and closer to a release that I didn’t think I’d be able to stop this time.

  My pleasure tightened and grew, expanding outward through my pelvis, like the beginning of a supernova. I pumped the guys harder.

  And I was rewarded by the first spurt of come—I couldn’t tell who it was, but it hardly mattered, because within a second, they were both coming, and I could feel both of them twitching in my mouth.

  That sent me over the edge, and my own orgasm overtook me. It was powerful and intense, wracking my body with shock after luscious shock. It was all I could do to keep myself upright. I held onto the guys’ shafts for balance as my pleasure ripped through me, and I swallowed what they put in me until I could give voice to my scream of ecstasy.

  * * *

  Later, we all lay naked on one of the beds, me in between them. We weren’t speaking much, just cuddling. It reminded me of the way we all curled up after a hunt when we were in wolf form. Hudson was dozing lightly, his head on my shoulder, his leg thrown over mine. Kale was awake, but lazily tracing patterns around my belly button, occasionally pressing his lips into my temple. It felt wonderful and perfect, all of us together like this. Maybe this was the way that we belonged.

  Of course, then Kale had to ruin it. His hand started to travel lower than my belly button. At first, I let him. His casual, soft brushes felt nice, and I was floating in a drowsy state myself.

  But then he got low enough to tease the lips of my sex, and I reached down and pushed him away.

  “Not yet,” I murmured. “I’m recovering.”

  “Recovering from what?” His voice was deep, but quiet. It boomed at my ear. “I haven’t even had a chance to touch you here.”

  I grinned, remembering. “I came like crazy, Kale. It really turned me on to have my mouth on you.”

  “You know what would turn me on?” he said. “I want my cock in you.”

  “No,” I said. “I already told you—”

  “What’s going on?” Hudson raised his head sleepily.

  Kale made a sour face. “Great, you had to be loud like that and wake him up.”

  Hudson gave him a funny look. “You don’t want me awake?”

  “Maybe I want her to myself for a little bit, yeah,” said Kale. “Maybe I don’t want to always have to be in competition with your dick.”

  Hudson furrowed his brow.

  “There’s no competition,” I said, rubbing my face. “I like that both of you are here. I like both of your dicks.”

  Hudson propped himself up with his elbows. “Well, I guess if we’re going to make this work, then… maybe we will need one-on-one time with her?” He looked at me. “What do you think, Piper?”

  “Make what work?” I said. “You mean, all of us being… together like this?”

  Hudson nodded. “Yeah.”

  Kale shook his head. “That’s not happening.”

  “Why not?” said Hudson. “I don’t know about you, but I thought it was incredibly hot both of us being in her mouth like that. The friction of her lips and tongue plus rubbing against you…” He let out a breath and cast his gaze upward, remembering.

  That made me feel good. It had been so erotic and sweet for me too. I was glad that it had been pleasurable for them.

  “No, it was weird,” said Kale quietly.

  Oh, I didn’t want him to feel like that about it. I reached out to comfort him. “Oh, Kale, I’m sorry. I thought—”

  “Don’t,” said Kale, evading my touch.

  “I didn’t think it was weird,” said Hudson.

  “Well, I don’t want to rub my dick against yours,” said Kale. “I mean, I’m not into you that way.”

  Hudson shrugged. “I know. But it felt good, right?”

  Kale didn’t answer.

  “You can’t tell me it didn’t feel good,” said Hudson.

  “I just kept thinking about the fact it was weird.” Kale got up off the bed and found his jeans. He began to pull them on.

  Oh, no. I didn’t want Kale to feel that way, and I didn’t know what to do.

  Hudson flopped back on the bed. “You’re giving me whiplash, dude. When we were back at the cabin, all you did was talk about how I didn’t want to share Lila, and now that I’m on board with this, you’re being an idiot.”

  “Don’t talk about Lila,” muttered Kale, buttoning and zipping his pants. “It’s not about Lila. It’s about Piper. And she’s not Lila. She’s a thief and a liar, and she used us.”

  That hurt. I drew my knees up to my chest.

  “Yeah, but she came back to us,” said Hudson. “She’s doing what she can to make it right. And you can’t deny that after we locked her up in that cabin—”

  “Oh, whatever. She’s been screwing with our heads since the first day we each set eyes on her.”

  I rested my forehead on my knees. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that it would turn out this way.”

  Hudson rubbed my back. “Hey, it’s okay. Kale’s going to come around.”

  I thought of the way he’d been lying next to me, kissing my temple just a few minutes ago. I hoped Hudson was right.

  And then I shook myself. What was I thinking?

  I got up off the
bed too, finding my clothes and starting to yank them on. “No, Kale’s right. This is weird.”

  Hudson, now the only naked one, rubbed his hands over his face. “What? You totally dig fucking us, and don’t say you don’t.”

  “I do.” I looked at Kale too, who was standing with his hands in his pockets. I wanted to include him in that statement. “Being with you guys is absolutely amazing. It’s the sexiest thing on earth, and I care about both of you, but…” I took a deep breath. “I can’t be with you, because when I am, I feel so much closer to the wolf inside me. And I hate that. I want that part of me gone.”

  “What?” said Kale, turning to me sharply.

  “Seriously?” said Hudson.

  “It’s caused me nothing but pain,” I said. “It’s ruined my life, and it just makes me feel out of control. I hate it.”

  “Being a wolf is who you are,” said Kale. “You can’t hate it. Hating it would mean you hate yourself.”

  I shook my head. “No, that’s not how it is. I like me—the real me. The wolf is just this thing that lives in my body. And if you two think that I will ever consent to the idea of bringing a child into the world—a child that would have to deal with this curse—well, you’re insane.”

  Hudson’s eyes were wide. “Piper, being a wolf is the best part of us. It’s pure joy, and I know you can’t really hate it. I’ve seen how much you enjoy it.”

  “It’s being a killer,” I said. “When I’m a wolf, I can hardly distinguish between humans and prey. I don’t have a conscience. I feel free and happy, but it’s because I’ve lost my humanity. I don’t want that for myself.”

  Both of the guys looked stunned.

  I sighed. “I’m going to take a shower.” I swept past them into the bathroom.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  After my shower, none of us seemed to want to discuss the subject of a relationship or of the intimacy between us. That was fine with me. It made things easier if we all stopped getting it on together and pretended that there wasn’t some crazy connection between us.

  There were so many reasons why it would never work anyway, and my disdain for the wolf was only part of it. The truth was that the guys would never be any good at sharing me. There was too much rivalry hardwired into them, and I didn’t think they’d ever be okay with it.

  I decided it would be best if we got down to business, so I suggested that we do what we’d come here to do, which was to get in touch with the Belmann Museum and tell them we’d be interested in negotiating about the necklace.

  The guys decided I should be the one to make the call. Neither of them were sure what to say.

  Honestly, I’d never called a museum to try to sell them a rare necklace either, but I didn’t mind being nominated to do the talking. We all crowded together around the table in the hotel room, and I dialed the number on my phone. I had the phone on speaker so that we could all hear what was going on.

  It took a bit of time, being transferred from the main switchboard to the acquisitions department, and then being transferred again, but eventually, we were on the phone with David March, Acquisitions.

  “The secretary tells me you think you have the Petraclovna necklace.” He sounded a little bored.

  “Well, yes,” I said. “We have reason to think that it’s authentic. There has been interest from other… less savory sectors, if you know what I mean.”

  “Hmm…” said David, sounding a bit more engaged than before. “I’ll be honest with you. I’ve had two or three people get in touch who didn’t have anything like the genuine artifact. We’d need proof it was real before we could enter into negotiations.”

  I hadn’t really thought that far into it. “Proof? Well, I guess I could take a picture of it and send it to you.”

  “No good,” he said. “You’ll just pull one of the pictures off the internet.”

  “I assure you, I won’t,” I said. “Heck, I’ll put a picture of today’s newspaper in the picture or something so that you know I’m really taking it.”

  “That might work,” said David. “But don’t just send one picture. Take it from as many angles as you can and get as close up on the necklace as possible. In particular, if we could get a very close-up shot of the stone, that would be great.”

  “Well, I only have the camera on my phone,” I said. “I’ll do my best.”

  “You do that,” he said. “Send me the pictures, and I’ll get back to you if we’re interested.” He told me how to send the photographs to him, and discussed how soon he’d get them, and then we hung up.

  I set the phone down on the table.

  “He doesn’t believe us,” said Hudson. “I thought he would.”

  “I guess I can understand that,” I said. “But it does make things more complicated. Who knows how long it will take him to decide that he’s interested. I was really hoping that we could get this taken care of fairly quickly.” I was used to stealing things, and that always happened on my own timetable. Working with other people made things much more time consuming.

  “Maybe it still will,” said Kale. “Maybe he’ll be back in touch with us tonight. We should start taking those photos.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Well, we need a copy of today’s newspaper.”

  “On it,” said Hudson, getting up from the table. He left the hotel room, and it was just Kale and me.

  “Look, Kale,” I said, “I know you’re angry with me, and I know it’s not easy for you to forgive—”

  “Let’s focus on the necklace, okay?” he said.

  And from then on, he wouldn’t talk about anything but arranging it. We discussed whether or not we should put a fancy background behind it. I said we shouldn’t set up the picture too much, because that would make it look faked. But Kale said that we needed some contrast to help set the necklace off, so that it would be easily distinguishable from the background.

  And when we set it against the wood grain of the table, it was true that it did kind of get lost.

  So, we settled on using a sheet from one of the beds.

  By that time, Hudson had come back with the newspaper, so we set up the shots and took as many pictures of the necklace as we could. I took special care to try to get a close-up of the stone, as David had requested. When I examined the picture, I was puzzled. “Look,” I said. “There’s an imperfection in the stone. Can you see it?”

  “Crap,” said Hudson. “Does that mean we broke it or something?”

  “It’s probably why he wanted the close-up,” said Kale. “It’s a way to identify the necklace. I think it means that we’ve got the real McCoy here.”

  I grinned. “I think you’re right, Kale.”

  “Nice,” said Hudson. “We are going to be rich.”

  I opened my arms to hug them both, and we all pressed our bodies up against each other.

  But then we pulled back, seeming to realize it was awkward.

  * * *

  It got even more awkward when it came to sleeping arrangements, just as I’d predicted. My suggestion that the guys share a bed didn’t go over well, not on the heels of Kale being uncomfortable with his penis having touched Hudson’s in my mouth.

  We ended up all three on one bed, because it was the only compromise that we could work out. Neither of them were willing to allow me to sleep in bed with the other. It was cramped and a little uncomfortable, especially since neither of them wanted to snuggle close to me. It was as if our conversation earlier had somehow stripped all of the comfort that we’d had with each other. We might as well have been strangers in that bed.

  And things didn’t get much better, because we didn’t hear back from David the next day.

  We all waited anxiously by the phone, but he never got back to us. Finally, I decided to call him, but he wouldn’t take our call. He told the secretary to inform us that he was still deliberating, and that he’d be in touch as soon as he could.

  I didn’t like staying put in the hotel for too long, but we didn’t have anywh
ere to go, so we re-upped for another night.

  We spent the afternoon and evening watching bad TV, eating delivery pizza, and doing our best not to talk very much.

  By the time the next morning rolled around, I was getting antsy. Not only that, but I’d spent the night in an incredibly uncomfortable sleeping position, because the two guys had taken up far too much of the bed, and I’d been left with a sliver of space to myself.

  Yet another reason that a relationship like this could never work.

  I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to stay put like this. Sal and his network of people had a far reach. I didn’t know what kind of territory they controlled or anything like that, but I did know that they were connected to all kinds of people all over the country. Heck, that was how they’d found me in the first place. They were in touch.

  Anyway, we weren’t being flashy or anything, but we weren’t buried so deep that no one could find us either. I was beginning to worry that the longer we stayed here, the more likely we might be in danger.

  Since we didn’t need to be here in order to get a phone call, I advocated leaving that day.

  The guys thought I was being paranoid.

  “And go where?” said Hudson.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “Somewhere else. I don’t think we should stay in one place for too long.”

  “Is this the way it’s going to be?” said Kale. “Are we going to be on the run forever?”

  “Once we’ve sold the necklace, and the Belmann Museum has publicized that fact, we’ll be fine,” I said.

  “Unless they come and kill us for revenge,” said Kale.

  “That would be a waste of resources,” I said.

  “How would they even know where we are?” said Hudson.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “But it’s better safe than sorry.”

  “Well, I already paid for another night,” said Kale, “so we’re staying.”

  “What? When?” I said.

  “Last night before bed,” said Kale. “This David guy seems like he’s dragging his feet, so I thought we might as well stay here again.”

  “Sounds good to me,” said Hudson.