by Cara Adams
So when the men arrived to collect her on Saturday she was wearing black jeans, a long-sleeved black T-shirt, a denim jacket, and a black knit hat. She saw both men stare at her hat, considering the summer’s day wasn’t cold, and said, “It hides my hair color. I don’t want any of the construction team recognizing me if they are there. I mean, I expect the site will be vacant, with no workers at all, but just in case.”
Brody shrugged and Roman said, “That’s okay. Who do you want to ride with?”
“I don’t mind. Maybe I should go with one of you and come back with the other one.”
“That sounds fair. Climb on behind me then,” said Brody.
Riding on the motorcycle was a lot of fun. She loved the sensations of speed and power as they moved in and out of traffic, the wind blowing in her face and her body swaying automatically from side to side as they turned corners and rounded bends. She held tightly onto Brody’s waist and rested her head against his back, peeking over his shoulder to watch where they were going.
Roman was leading and he slowed down when they came to the construction site, driving casually along the dirt access road and around the partially constructed walls, before circumnavigating the machinery holding pen and riding very slowly to the edge of some scrubby trees and bushes. He came to a stop just inside the tree line, where he’d be barely visible from the road. Brody followed him going even farther into the trees.
They switched off their engines and climbed off the motorcycles, then walked deeper in among the trees. They weren’t really hidden here. There were gaps between the trees and some were more scrubby, ground-hugging bushes than actual trees, but nonetheless no one driving past on the road would catch more than a glimpse of people standing around, and if anyone pulled off the road onto the access track Leonie would be clearly able to hear their tires crunching on the dirt and gravel.
Roman and Brody walked around the area a little and Leonie leaned against a tree to wait. They were the ones taking the risk revealing themselves because it was what she’d asked of them. She wondered for a moment if she was being too selfish, exposing them to too much danger, but this was important to her. She needed to see them out here, to watch them outdoors and observe them running around. Just viewing them change shape in a bedroom really wouldn’t tell her much about them or how she might react to them. However, she was prepared to do her best to be on guard and to warn them if anyone approached.
Roman returned with Brody right behind him. “It seems safe enough here. We haven’t noticed any signs of people around. Besides, the cars on the road are traveling too fast for their passengers to get more than a glimpse of us, so that’s all right.”
The three of them walked behind a larger tree, where the men undressed. Leonie tried to be a good guard, keeping watch on the surrounding area, but it was very hard when the men were exposing their delicious, hard-muscled chests, their solid thighs, strong upper arms, and finally their long thick cocks.
They were one hundred percent eye candy. Candy that was all the sweeter because Leonie knew just how delicious those cocks tasted and what truly decadent delights they could give her.
“Are you ready?” Roman asked her.
Leonie nodded. She understood it was the men taking all the risk here, exposing themselves to danger as well as to ridicule or discrimination just because she’d asked it of them. But she had to see them as wolves. They kept talking about her making a long-term commitment to them, and she wasn’t prepared to do that without learning about this side of their personalities as well.
She was surprised by how fast it happened. One minute they were standing there, deliciously naked, the next, the air shimmered a bit and there were two large wolves where the men had been. Brody’s fur was pale, a very light brown, almost exactly matching the dirt on which they all stood. Roman’s fur was midbrown and his tail was much thicker and fluffier than Brody’s.
Leonie kneeled on the dirt beside them, running her hand over their fur, petting the length of their spines, playing with Roman’s tail. Then she stroked up and down their legs, curious about how they’d feel. Strong and muscular, or more fragile because of their slenderness? No, there was no fragility in them at all. Muscles and sinew were clear beneath the fur. What did surprise her was the softness of their coat. She’d expected their fur to be harsher, coarser, as they were wild animals. Instead it was as silky as any cosseted house cat’s fur.
Roman paced around the trees as she petted Brody. Brody was lying in front of her like any well-trained companion animal. Roman came toward them running fast, and leaped over Brody then turned around and sat down. Leonie grinned, wondering if this was a game they often played. Brody stood and stretch then jumped lengthways over Roman.
“Nice jump,” Leonie praised him. For the next few minutes the two wolves played their own version of leapfrog delighting her with their ability to jump, turn, and fly through the air. Then they were back, standing at her side, men once more, and her cunt clenched and her panties damped at their sheer male magnificence.
“I think there’s one person here with far too many clothes on,” said Roman.
“Getting naked won’t turn me into an overgrown puppy,” she teased them.
“But it will make it much easier to fuck you,” he replied.
Brody swung her up into his arms, then took the few paces necessary so sit her on his motorcycle. Only this time she was facing backward. Roman pressed her down until she was lying with her head on the handlebars.
“Hold on to the grips with both hands so you don’t roll off the bike,” said Roman.
That sounded like good advice to her, although it did put her on a bit of a strange angle.
With four hands on her body undressing her, she was naked from the waist down in nanoseconds, her denim jacket unbuttoned, and her T-shirt pushed up under her armpits so Brody could suck her breasts. One leg was stretched wide to the side then Roman’s cock was sliding into her pussy. Already she was wet and aching for him to fill her. She expected Brody to ask her to suck his cock, and was already planning to scrape her teeth over the sensitive ridge where his cockhead joined his shaft, but instead he moved back to her feet and picked up her other leg, throwing it over her shoulder.
“What?” she asked, trying to concentrate on what was happening.
“We’re going to fuck you together,” said Roman.
Then Brody pushed his cock at the entry to her cunt. Leonie gasped in surprise. Two cocks? The two of them in her cunt together? Was that even possible? They were both big men, well-endowed in the cock department. One of them inside her filled her and stretched her walls wide. Yes, sure she’d fit them both in with one in her cunt and the other in her ass, but both in her cunt at the one time? She wasn’t sure that was achievable.
However, the men seemed convinced it was doable. Brody thrust deeper inside her pussy, and the tissues stretched to let him in. Leonie’s pussy felt full. Well, more than full. Much more than full. But it wasn’t painful. In fact, it was highly erotic. With both of them wiggling their way deeper and deeper inside her she really did feel as if they belonged together, a unit, a threesome.
Then the men began to pump into her. They weren’t thrusting as deep and hard as they usually did, but then her cunt was very crowded. Also, she was lying on a fucking motorcycle, not a bed, and they were on the side of a public road where anyone could see them if they stopped their car to look.
Well, she supposed they wouldn’t see her. Her body was pretty much obscured by the two men leaning over her, and Roman’s back was to the road. But it was his naked back. Oh shit! What if someone was curious as to what was going on over here in the trees and came to look at them?
Brody’s hand began playing with one of her nipples, stretching it, elongating it, rolling it between his fingers, then pinching it. Leonie sighed in pleasure. Her cunt was so very full, yet the cocks were rubbing against her inner tissues in a way that made her crazy with the need to come. One of them was hitting her G-s
pot with every outstroke as well.
“Oh, that’s so very good,” she gasped. She wished she could touch them, but she was scared she’d fall off the motorcycle if she stopped holding onto the handgrips. Actually, her fingers were so tight on them she wasn’t sure she could open her hands anymore at all.
Roman leaned farther over her body and began to kiss her. As he did his cock was driven deeper inside her and suddenly she knew she had to come right now. Desperately she kissed him back, sucking on his tongue, welcoming his tongue’s exploration of her mouth.
Brody’s hand on her breast became more demanding, holding the globe and teasing the nipple. His cock seemed deeper inside her now, too, as if both of them had forced their way another inch inside her, possibly because of them leaning forward. Her legs were over their shoulders, her ass in the air, only her back resting on the seat of the motorcycle.
Roman lifted his mouth from hers, dropping a gentle kiss on her nose. “Please, I need to come.”
“That’s the plan,” he murmured, then grabbed her hips, and the two men withdrew somewhat from her pussy, then drove in again. One of them nudged her cervix sending a sharp jab of pleasure-pain through her body and she exploded in a climax, biting her lip to stop herself screaming and hoping in a vague, distant part of her brain that she didn’t fall off the bike.
Brody groaned, and Roman thrust wildly into her for a few more strokes, and Leonie felt the heat of the men orgasming into their condoms. She hadn’t even noticed them roll the latex on but she was glad they’d done that. She supposed that since they really were an important part of her life, she should go and have the pregnancy-prevention injection soon, but she hadn’t done that yet.
Her body was still quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm when the men pulled out of her. Her pussy felt stretched, and well used, but it was the good feeling of having been thoroughly fucked, not a bad feeling. Fortunately Roman took her elbow and helped her sit up. She opened her hands and wiggled her fingers. Her knuckles ached a little. Likely she’d held on a little too tightly, but again, that was all good. She liked the feeling she’d been fucked by the side of the road. However, now was definitely the time to get dressed again. She climbed off the bike and grabbed her panties, pulling them on. Brody handed her her jeans, and set her footwear beside her on the seat of the motorcycle before going and getting dressed himself. Finally she straightened her bra, T-shirt, and buttoned up her jacket, then pulled off the knit cap, ruffled her hair, and settled it back on her head.
By then both the men were already dressed and watching her.
“How do you feel?” asked Roman. She clenched her internal pussy muscles and her ass muscles, then wiggled her fingers again. “My cunt feels stretched definitely, but it doesn’t hurt. I did enjoy taking you both together. And it was exciting doing it out here when anyone might come by. I think by and large I prefer sex in a bed, but it was a very exciting and erotically naughty thing to have done. Also, I liked seeing you both as wolves. That was important to me. I needed to know I could relate to you in your animal form. So, yes. It’s all good.”
Brody gave her a great big grin and Roman’s face lit up as well. Then she understood they’d been concerned she wouldn’t accept them.
“I do understand your wolf is a major part of who you are. It was me I was worried about. I had to know I could accept you. It wasn’t anything wrong with either of you,” she tried to explain.
Leonie became aware of the sound of a vehicle getting louder. She turned to face the road and saw a Baum Construction truck pulling into the dirt access road, followed by two cars.
“Oh shit!”
Chapter Six
“Get on the bike, Leonie. Brody don’t turn your engine on yet in case they haven’t seen us,” ordered Roman.
Leonie sat on his motorcycle, silent and watching. He and Brody were just as quiet, but he moved so there was a sturdy tree between his body and the cars pulling onto the construction site. Roman thought it was most unlikely anyone had reported them being here, but it was a worrying coincidence someone should come along right while they were there.
When Gustav Weber got out of one of the cars Roman was very surprised. What did he have to do with Baum Construction? Leonie had been at the funeral so her father must have known the dead Supreme, but what was the connection with Gustav?
The man who exited from the Baum vehicle was stocky and middle aged, with hair going gray and the start of a paunch stretching the buttons of his shirt. Leonie’s father perhaps? He’d like to ask her, but it was more important right now to watch what was happening.
Four men climbed out of the final car. They were dark haired, olive skinned, and all looked very fit and strong. Wolves! But from which pack? He didn’t recognize them but there were plenty of men in the Vienna Pack he would never have seen. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and quickly snapped off half a dozen pictures, trying to make sure he had each man’s face in the frame at least once. For good measure he took pictures of the license plates of the cars. The men walked across to the site manager’s hut, the older man unlocked the door, and they all went inside.
Roman pointed away from the site. Leonie seemed to instantly understand him and climbed off his motorcycle, starting to walk in the direction he’d indicated. He and Brody pushed their bikes through the trees for maybe five minutes, before he said, “Okay I think we can get on and ride now. But I’d like to know what the hell that was all about.”
“Let’s go back to the university. We can get some food and talk there,” suggested Brody.
He nodded and got on his bike. Leonie climbed up behind him and together he and Brody drove slowly back to the road and headed toward town. As they passed the construction site he looked at the hut, but the cars were still outside with no sign of people. After all, it hadn’t been ten minutes yet. They could be there for hours.
Half an hour later they were sitting at a long bench in one of the students’ favorite lunch venues. Each of them had a stein of beer to sip and their meal had been ordered. The food was plain and simple, but cheap and filling, so very popular with the students. That, in turn meant the restaurant was very noisy so as long as they spoke softly, it was as private a place as anywhere.
“Now we know why Gustav didn’t want you entering that file about the Turkish leader,” said Leonie quietly.
From their coloring the men could easily have been Turkish, but he wanted to check. “The four weren’t locals then?”
“I don’t know for a fact, but my thesis fits all the evidence we have.”
“And your father?” asked Brody.
“You guessed who the older man was? I have no idea what his involvement is. I mean, I know he’s worked with Gustav before, but nothing else apart from that. Maybe he’s going to provide some of the funding. In that case I’m sure he’ll expect some payoff in return. Maybe a building project.”
“I want to send these pictures through to my boss, then we should probably also send them to Vienna, but we’ll let my manager decide that,” said Roman.
They ate their meal and talked about other things. Roman tried to tell Leonie a little about the castle without using any words that might make someone else want to listen in to their conversation. He hadn’t been able to think of anywhere better than this place to go to talk, but it still wasn’t as easy to navigate a meaningful conversation as he’d like. For a moment he longed to be back in the castle, free to say whatever he liked. Except that even there, when he was in public in tourist season, he still had to be careful. The tourists thought the werewolf stuff was just a marketing ploy, but the people who lived there still needed to watch their tongue to a certain extent. Dammit, being a shape-shifter in a human world was never straightforward. He always had to be watching his mouth no matter where he was.
Roman’s cell phone beeped with a message. All it said was, “Tell Vienna.” Yeah, that’s what he’d thought, too. “Have you got a cell number for the Vienna boss, or should I email t
he pictures to him?” he asked Leonie.
“I’ve got Josie’s number. Do you want to send them to her, or go into the office and email them direct to him?”
Roman thought for a while. Gustav wasn’t there right now, unless his meeting had been a short one, which was possible. Although, since they’d gone out to Baum’s work site especially for the event, he had a feeling it meant this was an important, and possibly extended, meeting. If they’d only needed to exchange a few sentences, standing on a busy sidewalk would have offered enough privacy really.
“Office,” said Brody.
“I agree. We might as well stay and do a few hours’ work afterward as well. That’ll give us an excuse for being there.”
One thing about riding the motorcycles was city traffic and finding a parking space was quite easy with them. It wasn’t all that long before he was parking back at the Vienna Pack’s headquarters, and they were taking the elevator up to the reception level.
He was surprised to see Josie on the reception desk. He knew she worked there sometimes but it hadn’t occurred to him she’d be on duty on a Saturday. He supposed he should have thought of that. Since the Alpha was never off duty, therefore it was logical his mates would be on duty as well. After all, back at the castle, their own Alpha’s mate was also his personal assistant, and therefore always by his side.
“You brought some help in with you today, I see, Leonie.”
Roman smiled at her. “Actually it’s not quite that simple. We were taking Leonie for a ride on the motorcycles when we saw some people having a meeting. My Alpha thought your Alpha might be interested in seeing the photographs I took on my cell phone.”
Josie held out her hand and he scrolled through his phone then handed it to her, letting her look at the images. “Your Alpha is correct. Can you send them to me please?”