Wolf-Bound: Beasts in the Labyrinth

by Rachel Bo

  “Oh, shit!”

  Warmth flooded her mouth. Sudden thrusts pushed their cocks deeper. Tara drank greedily, noisily, as Johnathan and Jacob voiced growling moans, then shuddered and finally relaxed.

  Tara released them from her mouth. Ran her tongue over and under their cocks, lapping up the cum she hadn’t been able to capture. They both moaned, running their fingers through her hair as she sought out every trace of their essence and made it her own.

  When she sat back, they dropped to crouches before her, eyes glittering strangely in the wan lamplight. “That was phenomenal,” Johnathan whispered.

  “I’m glad.” She smiled. “You two were pretty fantastic!”

  “Want to spend the night?”

  Tara looked at them both, wondered what was going on behind those dark eyes. “I don’t know. Do I?”

  “Yes.” Johnathan got up and pulled back the covers, stretching out on the bed. Tara hesitated for a moment, then slipped in beside him. Jacob lay down as well, reaching out to turn off the lamp.

  Tara fell asleep wrapped in the warmth of two perfect strangers, and nothing had ever felt more right.

  Chapter Three

  The only problem with sex, she thought the next day, is the morning after. Jacob’s and Johnathan’s arms were heavy across her waist, and she squirmed, trying to ease out from between them without waking them up.

  No such luck. Johnathan stirred, looking up at her with sleepy eyes. “What’s up?”

  Tara shook her head. “Just getting ready to go.”

  She scooted down to the end of the bed and stood. Her back to him as she pulled on her clothes, she nevertheless felt his gaze. Finished dressing, she turned to face him.

  Jacob was awake, as well, watching her with hooded eyes. She swallowed hard, then bent down to tug the strap of her sandal over her heel.

  “Will we see you again?” Johnathan sat up. The covers slipped down, exposing his engorged cock.

  Tara faltered. She wondered what it would be like to have that huge thing inside her. “I-I don’t know. Do you want to?”

  So quick it didn’t even register, he leapt from the bed and pushed her up against the dresser. “I want to fuck you,” he growled. “Now.” He lifted her onto the dresser. Hiking her skirt up over her hips, he pushed her thighs apart roughly.

  Tara lifted her legs, resting her heels on the edge of the dresser. Reaching down, she pushed the crotch of her panties out of his way. With a groan, he shoved his engorged head between her weeping folds.

  Tara drew in a hissing breath as his massive cock stretched her. Letting go of her panties, she leaned back on the dresser, arched as he forced himself deeper and deeper. Tara whimpered a little as shivery stabs of pain pulsed along the edges of her pussy.

  Johnathan faltered. “God, Tara. I don’t know if I can stop.”

  Stop? Hell no! Tara sat up, threw her arms around his neck. “Don’t you dare,” she whispered, tracing his ear with her tongue.

  “Oh, fuck!” He drove into her.

  Tara gasped and clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Again,” she whispered, knowing the beast was close. Wanting to catch a glimpse of it. “Fuck me!” she ordered.

  He grabbed her waist and thrust hard.

  Her pussy throbbed with pain and pleasure. Good God, he filled her like no man ever had. She couldn’t wait until he came inside her, until she felt his hard shaft pulsing within. He thrust again. Tara caught her lower lip between her teeth. Tasted blood. “Again,” she choked out.

  With a sound that was half-growl, half-howl, he held her still, driving his hips forward in one prolonged, fierce thrust. “Yes!” Tara’s eyes met Jacob’s. He was breathing hard, his hand wrapped around his cock, animal hunger in his gaze. She looked at his cock, saw the pre-cum glistening on its tip, saw him begin to stiffen.

  “Now, Johnathan,” she whispered. “Now!”

  In one tremendous shove, he buried himself inside her. Tara screamed, pussy convulsing on his thick, hard shaft as his hot seed pulsed into her, as Jacob’s creamy essence cascaded over his hand. Relentlessly, her pussy milked Johnathan, until he finally shivered and relaxed against her.

  “Mmm.” Tara rubbed her cheek against Johnathan’s shoulder.

  “Mmm-mmm!” Johnathan chuckled softly. “You are one damn fine woman, Irish.”

  Tara blushed, caught Jacob’s eye, and flushed even hotter as he licked his lips, eying her like the wolf she knew he was. As she watched, he very deliberately cleaned his cock with the sheet, letting her see that he was already beginning to stiffen again. Tara shuddered, her desire mounting once more.

  Jacob grinned knowingly. Standing, he opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of jeans, tugging them on. “Come to breakfast with us.”

  Johnathan pushed away from her and stretched, graceful as a panther, gorgeous in the golden morning sun streaming through the space where the curtains failed to meet. “Yeah, let’s eat.” He grinned wolfishly. “I’ve worked up quite an appetite.”

  Tara felt heat rising to her cheeks again and looked away. “I’ve got to got to my hotel, get some clean clothes.”

  Johnathan held out his hand. She grasped it and slipped off the dresser, then tugged her panties and skirt into place. “You look fine,” he insisted.

  Tara shook her head, but he was pulling on his jeans, handing over her purse. “Come on,” he urged. “We can go by your hotel after breakfast. Come eat with us.”

  Tara shook her head again, but a moment later found herself strolling down the sunlit street, hands in theirs, in search of breakfast.

  They located a quiet café and snuggled into a booth, once again sandwiching her between them. She like that, having her thighs pressed up against theirs on either side, their shoulders brushing hers, their warmth seeping into her.

  She found it incredibly easy to chat with them as they ate.

  “So your birthday’s Thursday, huh?” Johnathan soaked a corner of toast in egg yolk, then took a bite.

  “Yep.” Tara munched on bacon that melted in her mouth.

  “When are you leaving?”

  Tara swallowed and took a sip of coffee before answering. “Friday morning. An early flight.” She looked at them curiously. “You’re staying in a hotel, but you sure seem to know your way around. Do you live here?”

  Jacob snorted, while Johnathan just shook his head. “No, we’re just... well-seasoned travelers, I guess you could say. Good at finding out quick where things are, what’s good, that sort of thing.”

  Tara nodded thoughtfully. “Is it a sixth sense sort of thing? I mean, since you’re wolves?”

  Their hands froze halfway to their mouths, forks dripping egg yolk. “What did you say?” Johnathan croaked.

  He was apprehensive, confused. But Jacob was tensing, like he had in the clearing the day before, seeming like a predator about to attack. Tara hastened to reassure them. “I saw something... when I was a kid. A set of twins I went to school with. My mom was friends with their mom, and we went out to their place quite a bit. They were a couple years older than me, and I always wanted to tag along with them. They hated girls at that age, of course, so they used to go off into the woods on their property and hide from me.

  “The Blakes used to have these cookouts. We’d eat barbecue and hot dogs, sing campfire songs, sleep outside under the stars. One night, I was laying in a hammock, listening to the adults talk and almost asleep, when I saw Dev and Damien slip away into the woods. I got up as quiet as I could and followed them.”

  Jacob and Johnathan had set their forks on their plates, and were watching her like they’d suddenly come upon a rattlesnake. She didn’t like it. It was much nicer when they looked at her like she was good enough to eat. She tried not to think about the fact that that was something that could actually happen, if she couldn’t convince them her knowledge was harmless. What had possessed her to tell them she knew?

  A flash of impatience in Jacob’s sharp gaze sent the rest of the story tumbli
ng from her lips. “I figured since they didn’t know I was following this time, I could see where they went when they hid from me, and shock the hell out of them when I found them next time. Only, they stopped in this clearing, and I actually thought they had heard me, but then they stripped off their clothes and started... changing. They... stretched, and sprouted hair everywhere, and when it was over, they were two of the most magnificent wolves I’d ever seen -- and I’d seen quite a few, living in Wyoming.”

  “I watched while they sniffed the air and then ran off in the opposite direction. It didn’t occur to me until later to be thankful I was downwind of them. They never knew I saw. I crept back to the house, climbed up into the hammock, and pretended it never happened.”

  She looked down at her plate, unable to meet their accusing, suspicious stares any longer. “But... I could never forget, and when I became a teenager, I... kept remembering. I quit following them around like a... well, like a puppy... and would watch for them to sneak away, and if the wind was right, I would follow them to the clearing and watch them change.”

  Jacob raised an ironic eyebrow.

  “I was thirteen years old! Feeling... things. And they were the only men I’d ever seen naked, besides my father. I didn’t have any brothers. It was wrong, but damn, they were so hot.” She glared at Johnathan as he shook his head. “Hey, every girl in town had a crush on those two. And our moms were best friends. I never told anyone, and I never will. But I knew what you were the moment I set eyes on you.”

  “Is that what last night was about?” Johnathan sounded... hurt. “Living out your childhood crush?”

  Tara shifted uneasily. “Well... yes. A little.” She became defensive as his face seemed to close up. “What was it supposed to be? True love? We don’t even know each other. There was an immediate physical attraction, okay? And that, coupled with knowing what you were... went a long way toward making what happened last night happen. Is that so wrong?”

  “It’s just...” Johnathan swallowed, looked away. Tara glanced at Jacob, held out her hands in a pleading gesture.

  Jacob appeared calmer. He glanced at his brother, looked back at Tara. “Johnathan’s... sensitive. He has premonitions. Knows things, sometimes, before they actually happen. He’s been telling me for three weeks that we were going to meet our mate here.” Something flickered behind his eyes. “We would have left a couple of weeks ago, if not for that.”

  Tara remembered the impression of desperation she’d received the night before. “Are you guys on the run?”

  Jacob shrugged. Nodded.

  “From what? The law?”

  Johnathan stirred beside her. “Not the law. Something older. Someone’s afraid of us. Afraid of what we might do to ruin their plans.”

  “Johnny.” Jacob’s voice took on a warning tone.

  Tara shook her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. Really, I don’t want to know.” She pushed her plate away and reached beneath the table for her purse. “Look, I better go. I’m sorry I let this happen. It wasn’t a good idea.”

  Jacob nodded and began to slide out of the booth, but Johnathan grabbed her arm. “Wait.” He looked up at Jacob. “She can’t go.”

  Jacob sighed, looking suddenly tired and older. “She has to, Johnny. We need to move on.” He raised his head and sniffed the air. “We’ve stayed too long already. I can feel it.”

  Johnathan leaned forward earnestly, his grip on her arm so tight that it hurt. “That’s why she has to stay.” He looked back and forth between the two of them, his eyes pleading. “You have to believe me. You’re our mate, Tara. If we don’t... something terrible is going to happen.”

  Tara shook her head. Tugged on her arm. Johnathan held fast, staring at Jacob. “Tell her, Jake.”

  His brother groaned. “Tell her what? I don’t feel it, Johnny. I’m sorry. Last night was fun, but...” He shook his head.

  Tara tugged on her arm again. “Please. You’re hurting me.”

  Johnathan looked at his hand as though he hadn’t realized what he was doing, and let go. “I’m sorry.”

  “Me, too.” Tara stood and rummaged in her purse. “Here’s money for my breakfast.” Johnathan started to protest, but she waved it off. “Thank you for last night. I-I don’t believe in love at first sight, but it was an incredible experience, and I don’t regret it.” Her throat tightened at the lost look in Johnathan’s eyes. “I hope you find what you’re looking for,” she whispered, then turned and practically ran from the shop.

  Chapter Four

  Tara hurried back to her hotel. Closing the door to her room softly behind her, she sighed and began pulling off her clothes, tossing them onto the bed. She went into the bathroom and started the shower.

  Beneath water as hot as she could bear, she thought back over the whole experience. She had so wanted to see them change. To touch them, as wolves. Maybe even... Tara shook her head, drowned those thoughts with the water running down the drain.

  Stepping out of the shower at last, she dried off and twisted her long hair up in the towel, then padded into the bedroom.

  Jacob and Johnathan were sitting on her bed. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised -- they were wolves, and Johnathan, at least, was determined not to let his prey escape.

  “Let me brush your hair.” He had her brush in his hand.

  Tara shook her head. “Johnathan, I don’t love you.”

  His lips tightened slightly, but his tone was light. “I know. So it’s not about love. It’s about lust. You enjoyed last night, didn’t you?”

  Tara looked at his brother. “Jacob? Are you --”

  “He’s right.” He lay back on the bed. Tara’s gaze slid to his crotch, where his pants strained tight over the huge bulge there. “You did enjoy last night. And so did we. You’re only here until tomorrow.” His gaze traveled over her, igniting brush fires of desire all along the way. “What’s wrong with making the most of it?”

  Tara wanted to be strong. Johnathan seemed like the type that might become obsessive if this went any further, and having an obsessive werewolf after her wasn’t high on Tara’s list of things to do. But damn. Their bodies were so rock-hard perfect, and their cocks... she shuddered at the memory of that morning’s climax. And the way Jacob was looking at her, and Johnathan’s almost palpable need... She sighed. Walked over to the bed. Sat down between Johnathan’s legs.

  He pulled the towel from her head. She shivered as the damp strands cascaded against her back. Jacob moved, relaxing on his side, head propped up on one hand, watching.

  Johnathan began at the bottom, short, quick strokes pressing the wet strands against the small of her back. As he worked his way up, the strokes slowed, becoming long and sensual. Tara shifted restlessly as her nipples pebbled.

  Catching her eye, Jake leaned forward, caught the tip of one tingling peak in his mouth. Tara let her head fall back, arching into his touch.

  She was sitting cross-legged. Johnathan made one final pass with the brush. Drawing it down along her side and around her waist, he glided it down to her bush.

  Tara leaned back against him. Jake’s tongue danced across her nipple as he suckled, sending spirals of heat to her groin. Tara closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his warm mouth on her breast, of Johnathan drawing the soft bristles of the brush down among the curls of her bush. He paused, pressing into her clit, brushing back and forth across it. Tara moaned and reached up and back, holding onto his shoulders as she pressed into his touch.

  The bristles lifted away, and then the smooth metallic handle, warmed by his hand, slid inside her pussy. Tara gasped and opened her eyes.

  Jacob sat up, looking down. He reached out and began rubbing her clit in languid circles, while his brother slowly began moving the brush in and out of her pussy.

  Tara moaned again. Holding tight to Johnathan, she uncrossed her legs and drew them up, resting her heels on the bed, meeting the brush thrust for thrust. “You like that, hmm?” Jacob murmured.

  Tar
a whimpered, moving her hips faster. He chuckled, his warm mouth closing on her other nipple while his finger still massaged her clit.

  Tara moaned and writhed, trying to get Johnathan to move faster, go deeper. He wouldn’t do it. Over and over the brush penetrated, but never fast enough, never deep enough. Tara released a whimpering sob. “What?” Johnathan whispered into her ear. “What do you want, Tara?”

  “Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, please. Fuck me.”

  She saw Jacob glancing behind her. He nodded and reached out, gripping the brush as Johnathan let go. His brother urged Tara up onto all fours, until she was straddling Jake’s head, while he kept the brush plunging in and out.

  Jake had pushed his jeans down, exposing his massive cock. As he pushed the handle of the brush deeper, she took him in her mouth. “Oh, hell yeah.”

  Tara took him deeper and deeper, working her lips down along his thick shaft. He moaned. The brush disappeared, and Johnathan buried himself inside her as Jacob grasped her thighs and drew his head up.

  Tara moaned as his mouth closed on her clit, his tongue flicking across the swollen nub as his brother forced his massive cock into her again. “Mmm, yes,” Tara moaned between mouthfuls of cock. “Oh, yes, Johnathan. Fuck me.”

  Jacob sucked hard on her clit. “Oh, God! Oh, yes, Jake. Yes!” Tara took Jake’s cock as deep as she could, sucked frantically, swirling her tongue up and around his head, back down again.

  Pressure built up in her groin, and she rocked desperately, driving Johnathan deeper and deeper inside her, going down on Jacob faster and faster, until white heat blossomed in her pelvis, and Jacob and Johnathan both groaned and froze, and liquid gold poured into both her mouth and her pussy.

  Johnathan’s hands tightened on her waist, and he kept thrusting as he came, roaring like a lion while Jacob gasped, “Oh, yes, Tara. Oh, yes...”