Wolf Tales II

by Kate Douglas

  The big man left with a bemused expression on his face. Tia grabbed his chair and sat, took a sip of Tinker’s beer, and turned her beautiful eyes toward Luc. “I know Bosworth is still out there, still a threat, but I want you to know I’ve never felt happier or more complete in my entire life. I love you.”

  Luc could only smile at her. There were no words to express his feelings, no containing the emotions that threatened to boil over and turn him into a complete idiot. I can’t even express how much, how… He blinked, shook his head, and grabbed Tia’s hand. Her love humbled him. Made him vulnerable in a way he’d never experienced in his life.

  Made him strong. “I love you, too. So much it scares me.”

  She rolled his callused fingers in hers and kissed his knuckles. “Go take a shower. I want to make love with you. With both of you.”

  Tia waited in the bed, anticipation growing by the second. She caught back a giggle when it suddenly dawned on her that she had her first classes to teach in a couple of days. Thank goodness the classroom and lesson plans were ready. She certainly didn’t feel much like an elementary school teacher, not in this particular pose.

  Tia had placed herself smack dab in the middle of the big bed, as if either Tinker or Luc needed a hint. Tired as she felt, way too much adrenaline still coursed through her system to allow her to fall asleep.

  Her body tingled with awareness; her head absolutely buzzed with all that had happened over the past two weeks. The shower hadn’t relaxed her a bit. So far as Tia was concerned, it merely made her body more sensitive, her needs more pronounced.

  Absentmindedly, Tia ran her hands along her sides and felt her skin tingle. Even the silky sheets left her feeling sexy and aroused.

  Tinker walked into the room, dark and glistening in the afternoon light. His eyes glowed with feral intensity, his attention focused entirely on Tia.

  Lord, but the man was beautiful, his silky skin an allover dark chocolate, his thick cock standing straight and strong, the taut, blood-filled head darker than the rest of him. A tiny white bead of fluid decorated the tip.

  Tia’s mouth watered; her nipples puckered in anticipation. Tinker stopped beside the bed and stared at her. Tia had a feeling he was cataloging all the things he’d like to do, the parts of her body he wanted to touch. Tia tested his thoughts, found Tinker’s mind so filled with sexual fantasies beyond her own active imagination, she blushed.

  I told you not to go looking in my head without permission, little girl.

  Self defense. Tia grinned and palmed her right breast. The nipple puckered beneath her hand, and she felt an immediate connection between her legs. A girl likes to know what’s coming next.

  Tinker glanced over his shoulder, grinning broadly as Luc wandered out of the bathroom, toweling his dark hair trimmed short. She wants to know what we’ve got planned. You wanna tell her, or should I?

  How about we just show her?

  Luc slipped into the bed on her left, Tinker on the right. Tia sighed. That night in the Sierras seemed years behind her, the incidents in between like something out of a prolonged dream.

  Not so many days ago she’d been flying into San Francisco, wondering what her future would bring. The most excitement in her life consisted of sexual dreams and fantasies revolving around a beautiful black wolf with a long, pink tongue. Now she lay between her bonded mate and their lover, and all of them had the ability to turn into wolves.

  Sometimes reality put fantasies all to shame. Biting her lips to stop the giggles that threatened, Tia glanced first at Luc and then at Tinker.

  Luc made the first move, running his hand slowly along her left thigh. Tinker followed suit, leaning over to gently suck her right nipple into his mouth.

  Not to be outdone, Luc found her left breast and pressed the nipple lightly between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He feathered the very tip, teasing, tickling.

  Barriers down, thoughts open, each man kept the pressure light and teasing. Tia groaned and arched her back. Her body quivered, wanting, needing more.

  Luc released her nipple and blew cool air over the tip. Tinker did the same and then licked the puckered flesh, nipped it lightly between his teeth and blew against it again.

  Tia moaned. Shivers raced the length of her torso as two hands softly brushed at her inner thighs and then moved onward. Luc’s fingers teased the entrance to her pussy, tugged lightly at her labia and circled her sensitive clit without touching the center, while Tinker’s broad fingertip traced a line over the top of her thigh, around to her buttock. He brushed her tightly puckered anus, pressing lightly, retreating.

  Setting her on fire. Tia arched her back and groaned. She twisted her hips, but the men kept their touches much too light, barely feathering her needy flesh. “Damnit,” she said, laughing between whimpers, “don’t tease me. I can’t stand it! Fuck me, damnit!”

  Tinker sat back, both hands on his broad thighs, his erect cock bobbing upright. “Bossy, isn’t she?”

  Luc shook his head, grinning. “You’re not kidding. Hang on to her, would you, Tink? And find something to shut her up?”

  “I’ve got just the thing.” Tinker threw a leg over Tia and grabbed her wrists in one big fist. With the other hand he dragged his swollen cock across her closed lips. Tia tasted the salty pre-cum that coated the broad crown. The temptation was too great. She opened her mouth.

  Tinker slowly fed her his cock, careful not to choke her. Tia opened wide, taking him as deep inside her mouth as she could without swallowing. Her tongue traced the ridge around the smooth crown, found the tiny slit at the end and licked that as well.

  Tinker sighed. “Damn. That was easy. A man just needs to take control.”

  Tia bit down, not lightly.

  Tinker’s eyes went as wide as his grin. “Okay. I got your message.”

  Chuckling softly, Luc knelt between Tia’s knees and spread her legs wide. At the first brush of his tongue against her clit, she whimpered, sucking harder on Tinker. Trapped by Tink’s strong thighs and the iron grip of his hands, her mouth stuffed full of more cock than she’d ever tasted, Tia couldn’t move to escape Luc’s thorough assault on her pussy.

  He sucked her labia between his lips, licked and nipped at her inner thighs, teased her needy clit, the pressure so light and teasing, Tia writhed and twisted and took her frustration out on Tinker’s willing body.

  Sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing with the pressure, using her tongue and lips and teeth, Tia poured everything she had into Tinker’s pleasure…and he poured his thoughts into Tia.

  She felt her lips tightening around his cock as if the engorged penis in her mouth was her own. Raked her teeth across the velvety crown and groaned with the combination of pleasure and pain. Tongued the tiny slit at the end and jerked with the electrical shock coursing through her body.

  Tia’s pussy clenched, not so much from Luc’s thorough suckling and licking but from her sharing of Tinker’s impending orgasm. Tia felt him stiffen, sensed his plan to pull free, and tightened her mouth around his pulsing cock, sucking even harder.

  Tinker’s hips thrust forward, his grip on her hands loosening as he supported his weight over her face. Tia snaked her hands under Tinker’s thighs to capture his testicles at the point of climax, tenderly kneading and massaging them until the big man cried out and jerked his hips once more.

  Tia tasted him, his hot, salty ejaculate filling her mouth as she continued massaging him with her hands and working him with her lips and tongue. Moaning, legs quivering, still sharing every bit of his pleasure, Tinker gently pulled away from Tia and rolled to one side.

  He lay still for a moment, his chest heaving, and then turned and grinned at Tia. “Damn. You win.”

  Luc raised up from between her thighs. “Not yet, she doesn’t.” Then, without any warning, Luc shifted.

  The fantasy that had bedeviled her for years, the image she’d both welcomed and feared, the one that had left her shivering with need and aroused beyond measure, m
aterialized between her trembling thighs.

  Amber eyes alight with humor and love, the black wolf, her mate for life, wrapped his long pink tongue around his muzzle, lay back down, and began to feast on Tia’s swollen cunt.

  Tinker held her hands, kneeling behind her head while Luc ran his long, pink tongue across her belly, along the crease between her thigh and groin.

  Whimpering, Tia jerked with each pass of Luc’s rough tongue over her flesh and then cried out when he licked and swirled deep inside her pussy, finding her distended clitoris on the outward sweep. Lapping, licking, nibbling with sharp lupine teeth, he took her to the edge and back, over and over again.

  Writhing beneath a sensual assault beyond anything she’d ever imagined, Tia let the fantasy fly. Luc’s thoughts flowed into her mind in sharp relief, tender and loving, sharing her flavors, her textures and tastes as his Chanku body experienced each one.

  Higher, her mind and spirit flying, her body aroused beyond comprehension, Tia hung on to Tinker’s strong hands, his gentle but firm grasp anchoring her to reality. She hardly knew when Luc shifted once more and entered her, his human cock hard and powerful, filling her, taking her beyond orgasm, beyond the mere physical experience of two people making love.

  Tinker’s big hands still held her, Luc’s body loved her, the minds of both men melded with Tia’s as she arched her back, cried out, felt the hot rush of Luc’s release joining with her own.

  Body tingling, legs quivering, pussy clenching and squeezing Luc’s softening cock, Tia freed her hands from Tinker’s gentle grasp. She reached for Luc when he lowered himself onto her chest and held him close when he tried to roll to one side.

  Tinker lay down beside them both, his broad palm brushing back the tangled hair from Tia’s face, his eyes almost closed in sleep. Luc nuzzled her neck. Then he nipped at the same spot beneath her left ear, the place where his mark was finally beginning to fade.

  She felt his lips there, felt the sharp nip of his teeth, the hot suction from his lips, and smiled. There’s no need for you to mark me, you know? I’m yours. I have been, since the beginning.

  Luc rubbed his beard-roughened chin against her throat and licked the spot he’d just bitten. Humor me, okay? I’m insecure. Get used to it.

  You can say that, with Tinker sharing our bed?

  Tinker chose that moment to roll over on his back, snoring. Luc slipped off Tia to lie close to her other side. He leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth. Good point. Get some sleep. Tonight we run with the wolves.

  Epilogue

  Wearing his favorite red velour bathrobe and comfortable slippers, Secretary of Homeland Security Milton Bosworth stepped out the front door before dawn and reached for the morning paper.

  He certainly didn’t expect to see Ulrich Mason on his front porch.

  Bare-ass and buck naked.

  Bosworth jerked to a halt, staring stupidly at the man he’d kept chained in a barn for days. For some reason the only thought that came to mind was the fact that he’d let Mason keep his skivvies on.

  All those cameras, and not once had the man shifted.

  Now, not a camera in sight, Ulrich Mason suddenly faded before Bosworth’s eyes, sort of melted in on himself, dropped his front feet to the ground, and growled.

  Bosworth blinked. This was no ordinary wolf. No, this wolf was huge, its ivory-colored teeth shaped like sabers, the eyes feral yet imbued with the intelligence of a human killer.

  It leaped, front paws reaching, teeth glimmering in the morning light, all fangs and mouth and strange, intelligent amber eyes.

  Bosworth wasn’t sure if the wolf bit him or not. In the scheme of things, he guessed it really didn’t matter. There was an amazing pain in his head, a sense of numbness, of unreality. His only thought before the pale morning disappeared was that the doctor had gotten it dead wrong.

  It wasn’t his heart at all, he thought. No, it was a fucking blood vessel in his brain waiting to kill him.

  Ulrich Mason leaned back in his metal chair in front of the small café, sipped his coffee, and watched the crowds pass by along the sidewalk. His back hurt, and he’d pulled something in his left thigh, but still, it had been a good feeling, getting back in the field again.

  Especially this job, since it well might be his last. Sometimes he missed the excitement of D.C., the secrets, the power, the rush of skirting the edge, but lately he’d been thinking of retirement more often than not. Luc was ready to take over. Under his leadership, Pack Dynamics would continue to thrive, doing the jobs no one wanted, saving some lives, ending others.

  Mason glanced at the paper on the small table in front of him. It seemed fitting that Bosworth’s death didn’t rate so much as a half column above the fold, but it was obvious he’d been losing his hold on power in this politically incestuous community.

  Bosworth’s personal vendetta against Ulrich Mason, the absurd plans for a werewolf army, had been the final straw. Too bad about the stroke. Of course, his health had been failing for quite some time.

  Mason folded the paper, stood up, stretched. He had a plane to catch, a new son-in-law to harass, a daughter to hug.

  Maybe, before he grew too old to enjoy them, grandchildren.

  Damn, if only Camille had lived to enjoy this. She would have been so proud of Tianna, of the wonderful young woman she’d become…but then again, Camille’s death had been the catalyst, the beginning of so very much that was good.

  As well as so much pain…. Ah, but Camille had always insisted on doing things her own way. Mason couldn’t help but wonder if the risks were worth it.

  Glancing up at the lazy white clouds overhead, Mason sent a thought winging skyward. It’s all good, Camille. In fact, sweetheart, it’s almost fucking perfect.

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  from Aphrodisia…

  Alone below, Teri took in how sumptuous the boat was. The Web site hadn’t done it justice. Pleased, she noted an extra-long cream-colored leather sofa along one side. A couple of armchairs completed the furnishings while a plasma screen television was set on the wall. Light wood cabinets kept the cooking area from being dark. She marveled at the ingenious use of space and opened every cupboard she saw.

  The bathroom off the master cabin was small but well appointed with a shower set in a tiny tub. She opened the medicine chest over the sink to check out what it was that Jared had put away. A variety pack of condoms: glow in the dark, flavored and ribbed for her pleasure.

  Extra large.

  She snorted. Philip should be so lucky.

  Back in the master cabin she checked out the drawer in the night table. The DVDs Jared had put away were X-rated. She popped one into the player, propped herself on the bed and skipped through the beginning to find couples enjoying strong, healthy, powerful sex. Great sex. Friendly sex. Even affectionate sex.

  Philip’s pious expression when he’d explained the concept of revirginizing swam in front of her mind’s screen. He wanted them to remember their wedding night as special, he’d said. She’d been amazingly agreeable. It had been so easy to give up sleeping with him; she should have seen the signs of a dying relationship.

  But by then the wedding had taken on a life of its own, a juggernaut, there was no stopping it. His mother, her mother, the caterer, the church, the dress!

  None of the energetic sex she saw on the portable bedroom television had ever happened with Philip. She sighed, wandered out to the little kitchen, retrieved the champagne from the fridge, opened it and poured herself a tumbler full. She considered digging out the flutes Jared had put away but the tumbler held more. And Teri wanted lots.

  When she settled back onto the bed a couple onscreen was enjoying a fabulously decadent soixante-neuf. The actor’s tongue work looked enthusiastic. The actress looked happy.

  Teri watched closely, amused at
first. The moaning and sex talk were obviously dubbed in afterward. No one really said things like that, no one felt things as strongly as the actors pretended.

  She changed positions on the bed, lying on her belly with her head at the foot so she could see the action up close. And up close was what she got.

  The camera closed in on his tongue so Teri could see the moisture, the red, full clit he was licking and sucking gently between his lips.

  Her own body reacted to the visual stimulus and moistened as the actress widened her legs and the actor slid his tongue deep into her. She thrashed on the bed in a stunning display of sexual hysteria that had never, ever overcome her.

  Teri was jealous. Did people react this strongly to oral sex? She never had. But, then, Philip was so fastidious she doubted he’d ever been as deeply involved as the actor was. Even an actor who was being paid to fake it was more turned on that Philip had been the few times she’d insisted.

  Teri knew what she wanted, knew what she liked, knew what would get her off like a rocket, but Philip had issues.

  She’d always hoped he’d warm up more. Get hotter, get horny. For her. But he hadn’t. Wouldn’t. Not ever.

  The onscreen couple switched positions and the actress performed fellatio until the man bucked and howled with his orgasm. The couple tumbled onto the sofa, sated.

  Teri clicked off the TV, took another long drink, and rolled onto her back. Her legs slid open and she felt herself, moist and heavy with need.

  The bedroom door was open and from here she could see through the living area and up the stairs to one small rectangular patch of sky. She wondered what would happen if Jared were to peer down the hatch and see her here with her legs splayed and her hand on her wet slit.