by Zoey Thames
“So what do you want to do tonight, Mick?” he finally asked, turning to regard his friend.
Mick raised an eyebrow at him. “Is work suddenly off the docket?” His eyes narrowed and he glanced at the limo driver with speculation. “Oh, I see. You like her.”
“I might’ve noticed that she does seem my type…”
“Uniform. Curves. Female. Totally your type.”
“Guilty as charged,” he said, then glared at Mick. “Wait, that sounded as if I don’t appreciate a cultured, intelligent woman. I love strong women. It’s sexy as hell.”
Mick grunted agreement. “You think she likes wolves?”
“Who doesn’t like wolves? Except maybe deer. But women love wolves. She works for a company that specializes in driving werewolves and demi-gods and paranormal VIPs around New York for God’s sake. She’s not going to spook. I say we invite her to have some of our fun.” He scowled at Mick. “Besides, you’ve been working too damn hard recently.”
“You’re thinking threesome, aren’t you, boss?”
His bodyguard and good friend knew him too well. “I’m always up for a little romancing and a threesome if she’s game.”
“What a coincidence,” Mick replied, his stony face slowly breaking into a naughty grin as his eyes flashed with lust. “I’m always up for a threesome too. She liked the look of you. You could scent how turned on she was.”
“Ah, Mick, let’s be discreet gentlemen. The effect was mutual anyway. Also, just because part of her is fired up, doesn’t mean she’ll feel comfortable playing all our dirty games.”
“Of course. We’ve always respected a woman’s wishes. But she’d be missing out.”
Davidson laughed. Mick was much softer inside than he portrayed with his role as bodyguard to a billionaire. He wasn’t classically handsome so much as striking and powerful. Davidson had always been attracted to him, admiring the man’s fierce focus. He had to bite his tongue from telling the other man how he felt.
“Think she can keep up with us?” Davidson asked instead.
“As long as the lady has a good time, I think we’ll all come out ahead.”
“I hear you.” He stretched and began taking off his Italian suit jacket. “Wait. Was that a double entendre? From my tough-as-nails bodyguard? We’ll all come out ahead…”
“You have the sense of humor of a thirteen year old, boss.”
“And the libido of a rabbit. Anyway, let’s get the wolves settled down first, then we’ll see about some other kinds of fun.”
“Shifting? You up for a tangle?” Mick slipped out of his suit jacket and started taking off the holster where he kept his gun.
Davidson chuckled. “You ready to get your ass owned?”
“There’s something really wrong with the head of thirteen international corporations talking that way.”
Davidson unbuttoned his silk shirt and tossed it aside, then moved for his belt buckle. “Truth is truth. Hurry up and get naked. I want some air on my skin.”
Mick frowned at the attractive limo driver who was guiding them through the tight New York traffic with the skill of someone used to the worst the city could throw at her. “Think she’ll freak out at a bunch of naked shifters charging out of the limo?”
“Doubt it. This limo service comes highly recommended. They deal with VIP paranormals all the time, and that can’t be easy.”
“You’re telling me,” Mick shot back. “I have all kinds of problems dealing with my alpha.”
“All right, smart ass. When we get to Central Park, you’re going to pay for that one.” He started shucking off his slacks and boxers, enjoying the hungry lust in Mick’s eyes as the bodyguard watched. “Besides, if she likes the merchandise, she’ll be tempted to buy.”
“You’re incorrigible, boss.”
“Exactly, my good man.”
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
CHAPTER TWO
Vicki turned onto Fredrick Douglas Boulevard and keyed the intercom. “Sir, we’ll be arriving at Central Park in less than five minutes.” It was always best to announce over the intercom how much time the client had left before arrival. That way, if the client was getting his or her jollies off in the back, they had the chance to either tell her to take a few turns around the block or a chance to finish up the business at hand.
“Thank you for the update,” came Davidson Kenner’s smooth baritone over the intercom speaker.
A few moments later, Vicki pulled into the special VIP-only lot near Great Hill and parked the limo. The trees were dark, but the orange light from the lampposts along the path brightened the area. All around them rose the tall buildings of Manhattan, lit up like Christmas trees.
She climbed out of the limo, straightened her uniform quickly, and made her way to the rear doors. She moved into the correct position to open the door and be out of the way of both the swinging door and the exiting client. “Central Park, sir,” she announced.
Davidson Kenner stepped out of the back of the limo completely naked and bold as day. He nodded to her and flashed her a smile she thought might just melt her like butter. “Thank you, Vicki. We’re going to have a short run and burn off some energy. Care to join us?”
Her eyes widened, even though she’d put a lot of practice into never appearing surprised or flustered. She also made sure she kept her gaze on his eye-level, not on his wide, perfectly sculpted chest, or those rock-hard washboard abs, or lower to that dark patch of pubic hair and his long cock. Okay, so she’d risked a look. She couldn’t help it. How often did this kind of thing happen? A jaw-droppingly sexy man naked right in front of her and she wasn’t dreaming.
“Thank you very much for the offer, Mr. Kenner,” she said quickly. “But I’m afraid I have to stay with the car. You can page me to pick you up anywhere in the park if you’d like, whenever you’re finished.”
Part of her wanted to run with them. Even if she kept her clothes on and ran as a human, wouldn’t it be exciting? They’d quickly outrun her, but it would be fun and unforgettable. Still, there was company decorum to maintain, and she was on the clock. She didn’t want to risk it. Better to play it safe.
“That’s too bad,” the scary bodyguard Mick said in a deep voice. “There’s nothing like a good run to get the blood up.”
Davidson Kenner smiled wider. “Well maybe we can convince her to have some kind of fun with us tonight. After all, the night’s still young.”
He strode nonchalantly away from the limo deeper into the night-shrouded park. She had the most transcendent view of his tight ass cheeks flexing as he walked. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. The sight of him naked and so close had her soaking her panties already. If she didn’t get some relief from this horniness, she was going to end up hospitalized or something.
Then Mick walked past her, and she was given a new man to ogle, as different from Mr. Kenner as night was from day. The man’s body was completely shaven, not just his head, but his chest, legs, and groin too, giving him a sleek, powerful look. He was even bigger than Mr. Kenner, his hard-trained muscles bulging and rippling as he moved. Though a quick, curious glance told her his cock was about the same size as Mr. Kenner’s, both of them with dicks she bet could command respect in any locker room. Not that she was fantasizing about the two of them stripping down in a locker room, intimidating everyone there with their raw power and sexual charisma—
God, what was wrong with her tonight? It was as if she’d taken some kind of illegal substance and couldn’t get control of her body or her thoughts.
“Feel free to watch if you want,” Mick the bodyguard said to her over his shoulder. “Not everybody gets to see this up close and in person.”
“Th-Thank you, sir,” she quickly stammered out. Her heartbeat had jumped to maximum overdrive. She was definitely interested in watching. For all kinds of reasons, not the least of which being that she could shamelessly stare at two good-looking, completely naked men.
Mic
k moved beside Davidson and they stood there side by side, turning their faces up to the few visible stars. The magic, when it happened, exploded in a flash of brilliant white light. The light enveloped them, and she squinted against the blinding intensity. All the hairs on her arms stood up, and her nipples tightened, poking against the fabric of the blouse beneath her gray uniform jacket. When the light dimmed, both the billionaire and his bodyguard were gone. Where they stood were now two wolves. Mr. Kenner’s wolf was large and stormy gray. Mick’s wolf had black and tan fur and was a bit bigger than Davidson Kenner’s wolf.
She wondered why, if Mick’s wolf was bigger, why wasn’t he alpha? Maybe there was more to it than raw strength. A laugh of delight escaped her lips when the two wolves took off at a dead run, sprinting along the path toward the trees and the rocks in the Great Hill clearing. Kenner, the gray wolf, was faster and quickly outran the other wolf.
They mostly stayed in the area around the limo, and they kept clear of the other humans out and about in the park. Everyone maintained a respectful distance from the two wolves, though quite a few tourists took pictures with their cell phone cameras before moving on. Vicki grimaced, thinking a wealthy and powerful man like Davidson Kenner would shun photos and publicity, but he seemed to pay it no mind. He mostly focused on racing and fighting with Mick’s wolf. She wondered if she should’ve brought a ball for fetch. Then she covered her mouth to hide her smile while chastising herself for the humor that would probably have offended them if she’d blabbed it out loud.
Once Kenner even shot past her at full speed where she was standing close to the black limo. He startled a surprised “Eeep!” out of her when he effortlessly jumped past her. She would’ve sworn that his wolf tongue had flashed out and licked her across the cheek as he’d sailed past. She touched her cheek after he’d run off again, and her fingertip came away wet. Had he really given her a wolf-kiss…or had she just been hit with flying drool as he’d flown by? Whichever it had been, she had a professional demeanor to maintain at all times. After all, she’d been hit in the face by stranger things at other points in this job. Well, ice cream and a full glass of vodka—nothing kinkier than that, thank God.
But the wolves were fun to watch. She wished she had accepted the offer to run with them. Why did she have to be so damn professional and uptight all the time? What would it take to get her to cut loose? She always wanted to, but when the time came to jump, she never jumped.
Still, these two men were very sexy. She couldn’t help but indulge in a little fantasy of her own to pass the time while she waited for them to be done. Oh, let’s see. Maybe she could watch as the scary-looking bodyguard wrapped his lips around Davidson’s long cock. His muscles would bulge and writhe under his skin as he slowly worked his mouth up and down on his boss’s dick. Davidson would have his head thrown back, losing himself in the pleasure, his lips half parted and his breathing quick. His expression would be so pure, so open as he gave himself to the pleasure. He wouldn’t care what the world thought. He was a man who took what he wanted and didn’t hesitate, didn’t make apologies. The kind of person she wanted to be… Her nipples tightened with arousal, and heat pooled between her thighs as the tension there increased, tension that could only be put to rest by a man’s cock or tongue or fingers—
A loud growl snapped her out of her sex fantasy, and her eyes flew open in alarm. The growl wasn’t a threat to her. The two wolves were circling each other, ears back, growling and showing teeth. Fear shot through her at the sight of the two massive creatures squaring off. She didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t supposed to get involved in any type of paranormal ruckus. It was company policy. She bit at her finger and debated whether she should call out to the two men she was driving around, call her supervisor for advice, or call the police.
Before she could reach a decision, the wolves sprang at each other. They bit and snapped and tore at one another. Circling around, charging and retreating. She watched with her heart in her throat, completely dismayed by the sight. She’d been having a fantasy of these two powerful men fucking each other, and now in the real world they were trying to kill each other. Why did men have to be so damn stupid?
A few seconds later it was over. Davidson’s wolf pinned Mick’s wolf down and had his teeth at the other wolf’s throat, ready to bite down. Mick’s black and tan wolf kept very still and whined in submission.
“Don’t!” she called out, raising her hand and keeping her tone pleading. “Don’t kill him!”
The gray wolf let go and sat on its haunches, looking at her with its head cocked to the side and a big wolfish grin on its face. She would’ve sworn it was laughing at her.
The other wolf scrambled to his feet and a second later both werewolves shifted back into human form. Where there had been two beautiful wolves a second before there were now two stunningly sexy men.
Davidson was still grinning. He elbowed his bodyguard playfully. “She didn’t want me to kill you.”
“I agree with that sentiment,” the man replied, his expression dead serious.
Davidson laughed and looked at her. “Miss, you don’t have to worry. That was just a game. To keep the fighting skill sharp and blow off a little steam.”
“So…so you weren’t fighting?”
“Oh, we were fighting. But our wounds heal fast. See?” He swept a hand down his muscled body. All the wounds and bite marks from the fight had already healed over and vanished. “Werewolf healing ability. That’s why we can play rough.” He glanced at the bodyguard. “How does it feel to lose again, Mick?”
“I let you win, boss.”
“Yeah, right. I’ll let you save face. Tonight only.” He flexed his muscles. Despite not being as big as the bodyguard, he was still very buff and cut. “Your alpha’s still got it, don’t ever forget that, you damn pup.”
Mick glanced at her and rolled his eyes. She covered her mouth to hide a laugh. She was starting to warm up to the scary bodyguard. He didn’t seem like such a bad guy once you got past his serious face and intense expressions, looking as though she were a fluffy bunny he might like to eat.
There was an awkward silence as she grew increasingly aware that both men were very naked and very attractive. She didn’t need any help getting wetter. She was already soaking her panties from earlier, imagining the two of them loving each other in that secret little fantasy of hers. She didn’t want them to realize how turned on she was, although it was probably too late for that. Didn’t they say a werewolf could scent a woman’s arousal from a hundred feet away?
“Um,” she said and cleared her throat. “If we’re done here…”
Davidson smiled warmly at her. “Does our nudity make you nervous? I apologize. I’m so used to seeing the human body naked that it doesn’t even faze me anymore.” He looked into her eyes and his gaze grew hotter. “Although there are some bodies I would love to see undressed…”
“We don’t always get what we want, boss,” Mick cut in, but the look in his eyes was equally scorching. For the first time she sensed her body’s attraction to him as well, mixed with her wariness, almost fear of him, and the combination made her head spin.
“Sadly, that’s true,” Davidson agreed. “But maybe tonight we’ll get lucky. Like this.”
Davidson grabbed the other man around the back of the neck, turned him and kissed him, all in one motion so smooth it was like watching a wild predator go for the kill. But instead of going for the throat, he went for the lips. Mick closed his eyes as him mouth was claimed, and he growl-groaned in the most sexiest of ways. As she gaped at them lost in their deep kiss, she couldn’t help but notice their cocks beginning to stiffen.
She felt heat burning on her cheeks, and her nipples were so tight she thought the friction of her uniform would drive her mad. God, she was so horny for them.
Davidson broke the kiss and looked at her. His eyes sparked with lust and his cock was long and half-stiff. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her small hands around it and
stroke it until it was fully erect. Then put her mouth on it and taste him. Lick the tip and tease her way down to his balls—
“But enough of giving the world a free show,” Davidson said. His voice was low and rumbling with the threat of barely contained lust. “Let’s get back on our way to the office. Duty calls.”
The two of them headed to the car, and she held the door open for them. She shouldn’t have stolen appreciative glances at their butts as they climbed in, but she did anyway. Perk of the job, dealing with shifters.
What a crazy night so far. And it wasn’t over yet.
* * *
“I always feel better after some time as a wolf,” Davidson said, stretching and working out a sore spot where his body was still healing from a bite wound. They’d dressed in the back of the limo and they were back in New York traffic, but he already missed the park. Mick could fight like a tornado. It was good that Davidson was alpha and only had to use his strength on occasion. If he had to battle wolves as strong as Mick every night he’d be too tired for other diversions. Speaking of which… “She liked watching.”
“We scared her half to death,” Mick replied. “She thought we were killing each other.”
“She doesn’t know werewolves that well.” He shrugged. “But it’s a common mistake with humans. Turned her on though, didn’t it?”
Mick nodded slowly, his glance at the partition where the pretty Vicki was in the driver seat was heated and speculative. “Maybe she likes males hammering on each other.”