"But Gray wouldn’t let it go?" I hazarded.
"Would you?"
As Hudson turned to look at me, his face was thrown into relief by the fire and I was struck as never before by what a beautiful male he was. The flames gave his golden hair an aura, and made his blue eyes sparkle the way I had seen in him at the party, though now they were tinged with sadness. He felt for his brother's loss, and that honest melancholy made him even more compelling than he had already been.
"He's been investigating on his own," Hudson continued. "Although, that might not be the proper word for it. It’s more of a hunt, albeit an organized one with lots of planning. Reams of notes as he tries to figure out who it was who robbed him of Yuko."
"But werewolves aren't cut out for that,” I said, the realization finally sinking in that Yuko’s killers had never been found.
Hudson’s lips tipped into a crooked, sad smile. "He's no closer now than he was then. He still steals into Hokkai territory to ask questions or to follow up on what he thinks is a lead. Tonight, he was seen as he crossed and they cut him off so he couldn't get back. They chased him deeper into their territory and caught up to him. By a miracle, a police car came by before they could finish him off - human police don't like werewolves brawling. He was able to get away while they were hiding from the cops. That's when he called me, half dead. But, of course, by the time I got there, they'd found him again - he'd left a trail of blood a blind wolf could follow. Fortunately, I'd guessed there might be trouble and called you on my way. And then you saved us."
I pondered the fire. No wonder Gray was so sullen and taciturn all the time, snapping at any who tried to show him friendship. He was living in the shadow of tragedy. No wonder he hated his father.
Hudson glanced at the clock on the mantel. "It's late. You can stay here if you'd like."
I raised an eyebrow but Hudson held up his hands.
"No funny business. We've plenty enough spare rooms you can use."
He had a reputation, of course, and one that he did nothing to deny, but I trusted him.
"How about one last drink?" I suggested. After that story, I needed something to take the edge off. Grief weighed on my chest like an anvil. But I couldn’t deny, part of it was self-serving. I’d learned more in the couple hours about these men and the workings of their pack than ever before. There was still an attempted murderer at large, and it was still my job to ferret them out. Who knew what other useful information Hudson might share as we continued talking?
As the night wore on, somehow, we migrated down from the couch to sit with our backs against it on the rug before the fire, the bottle of brandy between us. With his brother stable and the story told, Hudson became the easiest of company, peppering his conversation with jokes and stories that tumbled out of him at speed. He became less guarded as the night wore on and the drink continued to flow, but so did I.
"How is a beautiful female like you single?"
"I prefer 'woman' to female."
"Sorry, force of habit. Divided by a common language - that's what they say, isn't it? But that doesn't answer my question."
I sighed, letting my mind adjust to the weight of brandy pulling it in contradictory directions. "I guess I'm happy enough single?"
"Really?"
"No, not really. But any other answer makes me sound a bit pathetic."
His mouth kicked up into a grin and I chuckled ruefully.
"It's tough being a part-wolf." I gave my standard response. "Neither one thing nor the other, straddling two worlds."
"Rather than straddling..."
"No." I put a finger on his lips and he snapped at it playfully, as if to bite. "Human men are scared of me - even the ones who like me. I was with a man once, for months, he knew what I was and I thought, just for once, it wasn't going to matter. Then I opened his bedside drawer one day and found a gun inside."
"Silver bullets?"
"You're damn right," I said, swigging my drink. "Fucker. Wanted to take a walk on the wild side, but first argument and I show a sign of anger, he probably would’ve capped me without even thinking about it. Where’s the trust?"
"What about wolf males?" asked Hudson.
"What about them?"
"Nothing wrong with a bit of inter-species mattress surfing."
"You should know,” I said with a grin.
"And proud of it."
"But," I pointed a wayward finger at him, "ever been with a part-wolf?"
He stopped and frowned. "Do you know, oddly enough, I'm not sure I have."
I nodded. "That's the usual deal. Happy with your own kind, happy to cross the border for a little detour, but something in between? That's just weird."
Hudson nodded sagely. "Maybe you're right. I've been nursing a prejudice without knowing it. I am officially a better person for having known you. Next female - sorry, woman - next woman I pick up will be a part-wolf. And when I nail her, know that I'll be nailing her for you," he said, his solemn tone belied by the gleam in his eyes.
We clinked glasses, as if this was something worth toasting. But I still shook my head, now really pondering the topic more deeply.
"But that's different, isn't it? You're not looking for anything more, are you? It's just sex."
I had expected another teasing response, but a curious expression crossed Hudson's face.
"That's the word, isn't it? That's what they say about Kenai Hudson. Let me tell you; that sort of thing can become a - what do you call it? - a self-fulfilling prophecy. What woman looking for a relationship would spend time with me? They all know; Kenai Hudson - good for a good time, but nothing more. Nothing more." He paused to finish his drink. "This is nice, you know. Talking to you. I like talking to you."
"Well, I like talking to you, too." It was true; I did. I wouldn't have thought it likely, and my motives were muddy to start, at best, but damned if it wasn’t the truth.
"I don't usually talk to women. So many other things to do to them. So many things they want me to do to them." He shook his head. "A reputation can be a terrible thing, you know. Did you know there's a group of human women who call themselves the Hudson’s Hoes? Like Hudson Hawk, you know - that crap movie. There's about thirty of them, all in their own little chat room, talking about what I'm like, what we did the night before, writing fan fiction about what they'd like to do. Now, cards on the table, I've had some good times with those women, and God knows it's not like I'm turning them down - I bring this stuff on myself but..." He paused, the train of thought stopping to take on more passengers. "You know, half the time, the stuff they want me to do it's - and I know this will sound odd coming from me - it's just degrading to women."
"Do you do it?" I asked.
"Well, yes. Mostly. I draw the line at hurting them. Spanking is fine, but no more than that. And they get pissed if I don't... You know. They don't want a bit of fun, they want to be taken by an animal. Play like it’s against their will. Maybe that's not what I want."
"But you do it anyway?" I guessed.
"Yes, but just to be polite. My heart's not in it." He sighed. "Fortunately, it's not my heart they want to be in it."
"You could stop?" I suggested.
"Let's not be hasty," he said with a quick and wicked grin that sent a bolt of heat through me.
I laughed. "Seems like you're enjoying it just a bit."
"No question," Hudson admitted. "But it's still not what I want, I just..."
"You're afraid that you'll never find what you want, so why not enjoy what you have?"
He looked at me, and even through the haze of drink, his face was more serious than it had been all evening. "That's exactly right. I want to find the right person. But maybe all this stuff is what's stopping me from finding the right person. My Yuko. Someone..." He looked at me. "Someone I can talk to."
I guess the drinks played a role, as did my basic primal attraction to all the Kenai brothers, but I think it was the simple, honest beauty of the moment that made me lean forw
ard and kiss Hudson. And as soon as I had tasted him on my lips, I knew that this was not going to stop at kissing.
Chapter 8
Without any hesitation, Hudson answered my kisses with his own eager ones, his tongue finding its way into my mouth and igniting little sparks of arousal that seemed to crackle deliciously across my skin.
No words had passed between us but there was no need to put into words what we both wanted - the need for each other was raw enough to be a physical thing that you could touch. Hudson peeled the blouse from my body - I hadn't even noticed his light-fingered touch as he undid the buttons, and he now unclipped my bra with similar dexterity, his experienced fingers barely grazing my skin. My breasts tumbled free and I moaned into Hudson's mouth as he caught them, running his skillful hands over my ample curves, enjoying their weight, and flicking the nipples into hard peaks.
I sighed as his mouth left mine, moving briefly down my neck, leaving pecked kisses wherever it went, finally reaching my cleavage. A rumble of lupine arousal stirred in his chest as, with lips, tongue and teeth, he began to explore every inch of my breasts. Clearly, he had found something he liked and I caught my breath as he lapped at a sensitive nipple. This guy really knew how a woman's body worked.
Not to be outdone by the technique of my partner, I leaned forward, nipping at the nape of his neck as my hands slid up his hard thighs to unbutton his jeans. Hudson shifted his weight to give me easy access without removing his head from my flushed chest. I reached into his pants, my fingers closing around hard, pulsing flesh, which I tugged out.
"Oh..."
I pushed him back for a moment, so I could get a better look at what I was holding, and Hudson took the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head, revealing a bodybuilder's physique which, at any other time, I would have taken a moment to enjoy. But all my attention was occupied by the thing in my hand.
Hudson was not as thick as his older brother but exceeded him in length. It was perhaps the most beautiful cock I had ever seen; elegantly curved, the skin as smooth as silk and hard as stone. It looked like it had been made by some sculptor trying to create the image of masculine perfection.
I couldn't wait. With a groan, I dove forward and swallowed him into the wet heat of my mouth.
Hudson growled in pleasure, stroking my hair as I went to town on him, feeling him grow and swell in my mouth. I felt his skilled hands slide down my back, light as a feather, followed by kisses. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my pants, pushing them down, and my underwear with them, to reveal the curve of my ass.
The kisses again followed and I wriggled my hips in frustrated passion as his lips imprinted themselves on the soft flesh of my backside. With each inch that he pulled my pants down, his mouth followed, licking, kissing and biting at my vulnerable ass. As more of my crack came into view, he began to dip his tongue into that secret hollow, edging ever closer.
The more these activities turned me on, the harder I sucked on his cockhead, sweet and succulent in my mouth; the more I twisted my fist about the base of his long, hard shaft; the more I tugged at his balls. Most men would have shot their load at such treatment, but Hudson merely arched his hips forward to meet me, as if this was good but he wanted more. He wanted it all.
The waistband of my pants popped over my bottom to wedge in the under curve where bum meets thigh, baring me to his gaze. With a growl of desire, Hudson descended - a hunter who had cornered his prey - his tongue probing against my secret entrance. It was too much for me, and his cock slipped from my mouth as I emitted a series of high-pitched gasps, reaching my first climax before Hudson had even touched me where I needed to be touched most.
That would not last long. Even as I was still coming, Hudson pulled away and caught hold of my legs. I squealed as he upended me onto my back, legs in the air, pulling off my pants and underwear. For a moment, he stared down at my naked body, his bright eyes alight with desire, glued to the narrow patch of trimmed hair he had revealed, surmounting the coral pink lips of my core. In the next moment, he was on me.
"Oh!" I cried out as his lips fastened to my pussy and his tongue slicked into me, setting me on the path to a second orgasm before the echoes of the first were gone.
His hands slipped beneath me, cradling and fondling my bum cheeks, a single wicked finger tickling at my still wet asshole. But his focus was my pussy, and he explored it with the same skill he had shown with every other part of my body. I spread my thighs wide on the floor as he lapped at me, his tongue swirling about my clit before sliding inside me and then lighting on some pressure point within me that I had not even known existed.
The move drew a groan that came straight from my belly that no man had ever heard me make before. My fingers fisted in his hair as I trembled and shook, shudders wracking my body. He pulled back again until his lips brushed against the sensitive nub of my clit, before his firm tongue massaged it in tight, firm circles until I was shaking with arousal. Another orgasm was coming fast and nothing could stop it now.
Nothing except Hudson himself.
He pulled back from me, leaving me teetering on the brink of climax, unable even to speak to voice my complaint. He looked down at my trembling body, as if proud of his handiwork, then slicked his hand up and down his impossibly long cock a few times, like a baseball player oiling up his bat, and bent down over me.
"Yes..." I murmured through my intense arousal. "God, yes..."
Hudson lined up and then sank just the pulsating head of his cock into me. But in my current state, that was more than enough. The delay only intensified the orgasm and my whole body jerked rhythmically off the floor as I came again. Even as I went off, Hudson began to slick his long member in and out of me, riding my orgasm, matching his thrusts to the throbs of my pussy, sheathing himself to the absolute limit with every push.
"Oh. Ohohohoh..." Something was happening inside me and at first I didn't know what it was. Then I realized - I was coming again before I had finished coming the first time.
Hudson's perfectly timed strokes rolled one orgasm over into the next. My internal organs seemed to clutch together, not knowing if they were coming or going; my muscles bunched and loosened of their own accord; a heated, scarlet flush, burned across my body and my mouth gaped wide as my eyes rolled back into my head. The twin orgasms crescendoed at the same moment, turning me into a flash-lit welter of white-hot pleasure I could barely endure, wracking my body.
Throughout it all, Hudson did not even pause, continuing to stroke in and out of my convulsing body, keeping the orgasm burning still longer as his molten gaze pierced my very soul.
When I finally collapsed to the rug, I felt as if I had been mugged by pleasure.
Hudson stopped for moment to look down at me, his handsome face tight with need. "You okay?"
"No wonder women have a chat room about you," I breathed.
He smiled and stroked my cheek. "Not every woman comes like that. You’re magic, love."
He stooped to kiss me and I folded my arms about his head. Feeling him still hard and throbbing inside me, I wrapped my legs around him and flexed my hips, letting him know I was ready for more. He might have fucked the life out of me, but as long as he could keep going, I was happy to take whatever he could give.
Hudson gathered me into his arms and sat back on his knees, taking me with him, lifting me up and down in his lap, his cock penetrating deeper inside of me than any man had ever gone before. His face was now ruddy with the effort of holding back, a light sweat was on his forehead and his breath sawed in and out of his lungs.
Harder. Faster.
His muscles bulged as he hauled my legs up to lift my ass off the floor so he could go deeper, his hips smacking against my suspended cheeks, his cock bottoming out inside me with every shove. I wasn't sure if I came at this point or if the simple pleasure of getting fucked by Hudson was almost equal to the force of orgasm.
For a moment, he rested my legs on his shoulders, his chest heaving with exertion
as he looked down at me, wondering what to do next. I gasped as he slipped out of me, and let my gaze linger on that long cock, slick with my juices, still unrelentingly hard, bouncing up and down as he moved. Grabbing my legs, he flipped me onto my belly and I growled in desire, pushing my backside up and wiggling it suggestively from side to side.
With a grunt, Hudson was back inside me, his muscular hips flattening out my ass cheeks.
"God, you’re beautiful."
There was a ragged need in his voice as he began to thrust into my clutching channel. I bounced my hips back to meet him, exhausted but fired up by my own fierce desire. I could hear Hudson's strained snarls as he bucked into me harder and harder, determined to take me to the pinnacle once more before his stamina finally gave way.
I stretched back to kiss him, and the taste of him in my mouth seemed to break down the last of my defenses. I whined cattily, twisted my pinned body beneath him, and only then did I feel the slight pressure at my asshole.
"Oh..."
As my orgasm broke, expanding outward, Hudson's thumb popped into my bottom, twisting deliciously in that tight orifice. The unexpectedness of it, combined with the perverse thought of Hudson penetrating that forbidden tunnel, again triggered a second orgasm in my already roiling body.
I clamped my lips shut as muffled sounds of suppressed ecstasy filled the room. I bounced up and down on the rug like I was having a fit, like the floor was red-hot beneath me, like I was trying to buck Hudson off of me, as I suffered through a pleasure that my body seemed unable to contain. Knowing that there were others in the house, I had done my best to stay quiet but, suddenly, it was too much and I howled like a banshee.
Now, Hudson slammed forward into me harder than ever. I heard him growl and gasp, and inside I felt his cock swell and jerk as he began to pump his seed into me.
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