Light strokes from his tongue ran behind her ear and down the curve of her neck. Bite me. Oh, God. Bite me.
* * * *
THE FIRST TASTE OF BLOOD as a wolf is always the most memorable.
Tyler returned from his Army deployment haunted. When Janie saw him, doubt hovered like a shadow over the encounter. Black crescent-shaped bags under his eyes gave him a hollow appearance. He’d always experienced life more poignantly than others, and he failed to shed the darkness from his psyche as easily. Even music no longer chased away the ghosts.
Only Janie understood. In graduate school, she studied the history of the wolf population in the San Bernardino Mountains. For nearly one hundred years, the animals had been thought to be extinct in California. More recently, a lone male wolf had been seen on the Oregon border, and Janie strived to fuel the expansion. She volunteered with the zoo in Big Bear, and everyone said she was a natural with the animals. Little did they know how natural.
Every now and then, someone reported seeing a wolf in the wild, but aside from word of mouth, they never found tangible evidence.
More than Tyler’s personality had changed in the six years since Janie had seen him. He came to visit her up on the mountain. He sat next to her on a bench in the park, picking at the edge of a rip in the knee of his jeans. The smell of pine trees filled the air, and Janie scratched in the dirt with a long stick. The seeping sap made her fingers all sticky. She waited for him to say something.
Finally, not able to take it any longer, she placed her hand on top of his. “You’re driving me batty.”
“Sorry,” he said. “Since I got back, it’s hard to be still. I’m used to doing. Going. Being sedentary kills me.”
“You need to find something else to do with your time.”
“The only thing that kept me sane during deployment was you.” He stroked the side of her face, drinking her in as if he’d been parched for a long time.
“But we didn’t see each other, didn’t even talk,” she protested. The fact he thought of her the same way was gratifying. She’d hoped, but didn’t know what to expect.
“Doesn’t matter. Just knowing that you were out there, living, experiencing life, fueled me.”
The years spent apart evaporated like the morning mist on a hot day. A shuffle in the dry foliage drew Janie’s attention, and she cocked her head to the side to better listen. She searched the tree line, looking for the sign, and finally finding the wisdom of the pack watching them. With a barely discernable nod, she gave consent. It was time.
“There’s something I have to tell you,” she said, pausing to take a deep breath. “So much has changed since you’ve been gone.”
“Shhh.” He angled his face toward hers. The moment stretched out as he gazed into her eyes. He was going to kiss her. “It can’t stay the same, but how I feel about you never changed.”
“Then why did you leave?”
“Because if I would have stayed, then you never would have done all the things you have, right?” Sighing, he sat back, the moment between them broken. He rubbed his palm over his short hair. They’d cut off his beautiful locks. It would grow back. “Oh, you can tell me you’d go to college, find freedom to do everything you wanted, but we both know I would have held you back. No, this way, both of us got to live a bit, and learn.”
First one wolf, then two, then three, stepped out from the forest. Beside her, Tyler froze and his breathing sped up. “Don’t make any sudden movements.” He turned his upper body, placing himself between her and the perceived danger, shielding her.
“It’s all right,” she said, standing. “They’re friends.”
Holding out a hand, she approached the threesome. The lead wolf nuzzled her palm, and Janie dropped to her knees to scratch behind its ears.
“When you said you’ve been working with them, I had no idea,” Tyler said.
The fire of the wolf inside her sparked, and her senses came on full alert. She wanted to give Tyler the option of joining the pack, but feared his rejection. The plan was to get to know him as a man first, but seeing his internal pain moved up the timetable. He wasn’t adjusting well to civilian life.
“It’s a small pack, but growing,” she explained, turning to take him in her arms. “What we need now is a leader to guide and protect the resurgence. We need a strong male.”
“We, as in the conservation effort?” he asked.
“Something like that.”
* * * *
A SHARP PAIN CENTRALIZED on the back of her shoulder as he sucked deep and hard. The flare washed away the memories of his turn, and brought a flash of pleasure between her legs. That’s going to leave a mark.
“Go sink yourself on that big, ol’ cock,” Tyler whispered into her ear. “You know you want it.”
She never stripped nude and engaged in physical activities with a man she didn’t know. Let alone two men together. Sure, she’d fantasized about it over the years. What hot-blooded woman hadn’t? And if she said anything differently, then, well, maybe she ought not to be believed.
She didn’t often play that game: If she could be with her favorite celebrity of all time, no strings attached, and she had total permission from everyone involved? Would she do it? Throughout the generations: From Elvis to the Beatles to both guys from Wham at the same time. She knew women daydreamed about Harry – even with his baby face and too-long hair hanging over his eyes.
“Here,” Tyler said, slipping something into her hand. “In case he doesn’t have protection.”
Awww, he cares. She palmed the foil packet and approached the DJ icon. He focused his eyes on her, and stroked, stroked, stroked his cock to the rhythm of the music.
“See what you do to me?” he said. “You are so fucking hot.”
At the moment, it looked like he was doing it all to himself, but Janie wasn’t going to argue semantics. Not now, for sure.
“Let me help you with that.” She sank to her knees, grasping his cock and planting her mouth over the tip in one, swift movement.
“Mmmm, baby.” He wrapped his hands through her hair, and held her head in place, thrusting upward and bumping against the back of her throat. “I knew those plump lips would feel so good the moment I spied them.”
Ass out, bent over, she slurped over the smooth skin, reveling in his forceful nature. What he wanted, he took. There was no pussy-footing around. No questions asked. No, “would you like to?” It was full-force fuck her face, if that’s what he wanted.
Behind her, she sensed Tyler’s movements, and a minute later, he dropped his jeans on the floor. Here she was with two totally hot, naked men. How in the world did she end up in such a steamy position?
Tyler reached around her body, sliding one hand around her side to cup her breast. He thumbed her nipple. With the other hand, he dipped between her legs. “Give me access,” he ordered. In the position she was in, it was much easier said than done, but she shifted her thighs apart until he found the wetness between her legs.
“That’s my girl,” he said. He pressed two fingers into her, thrusting surely. She grunted from the invasion.
In her hands, Knife’s cock thrummed, pulsating and she slowed down the pace and managed to pull back. She didn’t want him coming too soon before the fun was over.
“Oh, baby, why did you stop?” he asked. “You know I could have come inside of that sweet mouth of yours.” Gently, he rubbed his hand against her cheek, brushing her lower lip with his thumb.
“No worries, there will be much more where that came from.”
She ripped open the foil packet, and rolled it down, gripping him hard.
“You going to sink your sexiness down on me?” He smiled, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a Billy Idol sneer.
“I’d like nothing better.” She straddled his lap, noticing the chill of the black vinyl, and the squeak of her skin against the material. Holding the thick cock, she lowered slow, relishing the feel of him filling her up inch by inch. As she reached
the base, she stopped and repositioned. Janie looped her arms around his neck and sucked on his lower lip until he growled with arousal. He gripped her ass, and encouraged her to rise up, and pushed her down again.
“Want more?” she asked. Up and down, and back and forth, she varied the rhythm. Oh, how she loved a good romp. The muscles of her thighs burned, and she ignored the heat for the one building in her core.
“You. Feel. So. Good.” Each of Knife’s words punctuated by her bouncing on his cock.
“Mmmm, you too.”
He leaned over and tongued her nipples, before biting the tip. The extra spike of sensation sent her over the edge. Her thighs trembled and her pussy tightened as the orgasm struck.
“Oh, yes, yes.” She rested her forehead against the back of the couch. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I intend to,” Tyler said from behind.
Nerve endings already on fire, she felt a warm tingling at her rear entry. She stilled, sensing that he was going to virgin territory. Beneath her, Knife groaned in protest.
“I can feel your pussy spasming around me. Don’t stop now.”
“Patience, my friend,” Tyler said, all the while, rimming his lubed finger around her ass. “I’ve got to have me a piece of this.”
Knife looked around her, and must have realized what was happening. “Fuck yeah.”
“Hey Ty,” she started to protest, and then the liquid he was using started to do something else. It got hotter, his finger slipped past the tight outer rim and the intrusion cranked up her excitement level. “Ohh, ohh.”
“Dude, whatever you’re doing back there, keep it up,” Knife said. “It’s making her grip me like a motherfucker.”
She swore his cock swelled thicker inside, sending another wave of pleasure through her.
“Plan on it.” Tyler leaned over her back, whispering in her ear. “Are you ready for more?
She bit her lip, and murmured her agreement, “Mmmm-hmmm.”
“I want to hear you say it,” Tyler said, pushing a second finger inside her, and letting it slip back out. “Tell me you want me.”
“Yes,” she said, a pleading edge in her voice. “Yes, I’m ready for more.”
“Good.” A delightful second finger found entry. “Push yourself down on me. Show me how hungry you are for it, that you want me to fuck your ass.”
“Oh, God.” She flexed the muscles around the rim, inadvertently. Just the thought of him taking her in a spot that had never been breached before exited her even more. It didn’t matter that she’d only come minutes before, her body ratcheted up, ready for more.
The telltale crinkle of another condom packet opening put her on alert, and the bottle of lubricant gurgled as Tyler slicked up. It was going to happen, and soon.
“Stay with me here,” Mr. DJ said, thrusting upward. “Don’t think too much about what he’s doing. Just enjoy it.”
Much easier said than done when something that big is probing the backdoor. Much more than a gentle knock-knock-knock. He’d soon be banging his way in. The moment Ty removed his fingers and replaced it with the head of his cock, Janie tensed.
“It’s only going to be harder on you if you flex those muscles,” he said. “Come on. Let me tap that ass.”
They were walking pick-up lines. She drew in a long breath, and willed herself to relax. On exhalation, Tyler used that moment to push his way in a few more inches. A brief flash of pain cut through the pleasurable sensations. DJ Knife reached between them and rubbed the sensitive nub of her clit, adding another level of distraction.
When one lover thrust, the other retreated, starting a push-and-pull pace that alternated delicious sensations that frayed Janie’s nerves. The rhythm sped up, until both orifices lit on fire from the friction. Then, as was bound to happen, they both pulled out at the same time, only to plunge full-hilt, stretching her to capacity. Her tits bounced happily, rubbing against the DJ’s chest.
“Oh, my, I don’t know if I can take it,” she sputtered and they pounded into her.
“You are and you will,” Tyler said, punctuating his words with the movement of his hips.
DJ Knife cupped her breasts, using them as leverage as she rode him hard. “I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned.
“Won’t hold it against you buddy.”
The music shifted, and the pulse of blood flow in DJ Knife’s neck throbbed. She attempted to concentrate on the physical sensations, the complete overload of pleasure overriding other desires.
Throb-throb-throb.
The blood within his veins called to her, as powerful as the full moon during a hunt. She averted her eyes, focusing on the wall above his shoulder. But the Ansel Adams print did nothing to hold her attention. If she was alone with him, without Tyler as a witness, she’d take him. Bite his neck, and feast on his life force. She could easily control one man, but two would be more difficult.
“I will if you will,” Tyler whispered in her ear.
She stilled, which didn’t do much as both men continued to thrust into her, and she banged from one to the other like a pinball on tilt.
He couldn’t mean that, could he?
Pulse-pulse-pulse.
“You know you want to,” Tyler said. “Listen to the blood pumping through his veins. You know how quick it would burst out with how hard his heart is pounding? And you know blood in the heat of the moment, right at orgasm, is the tastiest meal around.”
As a werewolf, she didn’t need to feed on human blood like other paranormal creatures such as the vampire, but oh, it tasted so good. She didn't experience her first shift until after she graduated high school. Call her a late bloomer. As a half-breed, there had been a chance she’d never undergo the change. Fortunately that hadn’t been the case.
Now, she appreciated her otherworld dynamics and continued youth. Back then, as a teenager, it sucked to be different. Living for an extended period of time, and getting even more wacky during that time of the month (full moon) made finding a mate difficult.
How did he know that’s what I’m thinking about? It’s not like she could stop the action for a private tête-à-tête.
Almost as good as biting another in the throes of climax? Add on being bitten by a mate simultaneously. Both brought another level to the pleasure. The fine line between pleasure and pain blended until the edges completely disappeared.
“I will if you will,” Tyler repeated.
Tyler possessed a few secrets of his own. If good ol’ DJ Knife only knew the Other-beings he’d invited into his sound booth lair. She licked her lips, thinking of the lifeblood flowing through his veins, and the call of the moon outside.
The power of the lunar cycle coupled with the sensual pleasure fueled her desire for sustenance of another kind. Tyler read all her desires way too well.
“What’s going on with your eyes?” the DJ asked. “They’re glowing.”
“Contacts,” she said. No stopping now. Her eyeteeth elongated, and Janie leaned over, sinking them into the unsuspecting victim’s neck. Warm sustenance flowed over her tongue, spicy.
Beneath Janie, DJ Knife’s body shuddered and his cock spurted inside her. At that moment, Tyler struck, sinking his teeth into the flesh on the back of her shoulder. She arched into him, pleasure sending spikes of dancing electricity through her body. He moaned around his mouthful and shot his load.
Together, they licked the wounds shut. DJ Knife lay with his head against the back of the couch, with his eyes shut. Tyler pulled out, grabbing some tissues from a side table, and wiping himself off. Janie followed. Her thigh muscles protested at the sudden stop of movement.
“Is he all right?” she asked. She placed her ear close to his chest, watching the slow rise and fall. “I think he’s still breathing.”
“You took it out of him,” Tyler said. “Sucked the energy out, and fucked him good.”
A blush spread up her chest and across her cheeks. Almost nude, she stood in a DJ booth in a nightclub. And she’d just had sex
with two men. What had she been thinking? What if they had surveillance cameras? At the thought, she glanced up at the corners of the ceiling and thankfully didn’t see any tale-tell mirrored coverings.
“I can’t believe you got me into this,” she said, turning on Tyler. “I never do stuff like this.”
That irritating smile returned. “Maybe you should. It’s quite fun, don’t you think?”
Without waiting for an answer, he crossed the room and poured a glass of orange juice. “Let’s wake lover boy up. He’s going to have to tend to the music soon, and he’s going to need a bit of liquid refreshment. Are you ready?”
“Does it matter, really? After what we just did, I shouldn’t start complaining now.” She slid her bra on, and pulled on her shirt. Her underwear had gotten lost somewhere.
“He’s really out of it.” Tyler stood before DJ Knife. He reached out and rubbed his hand along the DJ’s arm. “Nap’s over. Time to get back to work.”
Muttering, his eyes opened and he groaned. He raised a hand to his neck, and paused mid-air, before taking in Tyler and Janie, and his state of undress.
“What happened?” he asked.
One of the perks of being a werewolf followed the same lore as a vampire. People didn’t have to remember being “attacked” by a wolf. She could will her victim to forget, and only experience pleasure from the encounter. And, she always took the willing. She gave pleasure, and he contributed a little more yumminess.
“You might have had too much fun,” Tyler said with a wink. “Conked right out.”
“Damn. That doesn’t usually happen.” He pushed his hair back, and sat up straighter. “I hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing.”
“We were all quite satisfied by that engagement,” Janie reassured. If he only knew exactly how filling he’d been. She smacked her lips, sampling the afterglow.
After tucking in his cock, and zipping up his pants, Knife’s body language shifted – back to business. Pushing off the couch, he went to stand, and swayed, grasping onto the armrest for support. “Whoa. Need to take that slower.”
Maybe she shouldn’t wait so long between feedings after all. With the energy surging through her and the pleasant tinge between her legs, Janie felt ready to take on more.
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