by Treva Harte
“Arlin and I have never—” Tala pursed her lips. “Well, this will all be a new experience for me, especially since I haven’t put all of you through all your paces, so to speak.”
“That would be horses, not wolves, sweetie.”
“Jokes won’t help.”
“Would this?” Dunne ran his hand from her neck down to her hip, coming back to do it again but this time lingering along the way to stroke every part of her body in between.
Tala’s head fell back. “Yes.”
She was easy but apparently that was just fine. All that teenage angst and unhappiness had been for nothing… The weres in her pack wanted her just the way she was. And she wanted them.
By unspoken agreement they had all waited until Dunne was healthy. Waited and let the tension build. Touching was all right. Teasing was all right. But nothing else.
“But maybe you got yourself just a little too tense,” Dunne told her. “I can help with that.”
“Are you sure?” Tala tried again. “I meant are you sure you’re—”
“I’m feeling just fine.” He ran his hands over her again, this time resting on her breasts. “Right?”
He sat up and sucked one nipple.
“I was obviously wrong. I really thought you were totally gay when I first saw you with Hunt.” Tala bit her lip. That sentence was so not the way to start off sex with a guy.
“I’m not sure any were is going to ignore half of all the possibilities of sex that exist out there. I’ve lived long enough to appreciate a little pussy now and then. Especially when it’s all nice and warm for me. And when you can attract such well-hung guys as you get excited, Tala.” Without warning, he laid back and buried his face underneath her skirt.
Tala yelped when his teeth clamped down for a nibble. Almost before she finished the sound, though, she did a slow shimmy with her hips to help him fully appreciate how nice and warm she was as he explored. His mouth was so wet and hot against her that she made the mistake of relaxing into it right before he suddenly sucked hard on her clit. Tala yelped again and arched backward. God, he was good at that.
“Starting without the rest of us?” Arlin came up from behind and leaned over her shoulder, his words tickling at her ear. “I don’t think so. I’ve been waiting a long time to enjoy you with others around to watch, Miss Tala.”
“Pervert.”
“Is it perverted to be thinking about very specific and graphic sex acts you want to perform on and with a particular female since you were twelve…maybe eleven…all right, ten… Well, yeah, I’m a pervert. Trust me. I know exactly what I’m doing. Shove over, Dunne. It’s definitely past my turn to be with Tala.”
Tala traced his lips with her finger. “Shut up, Arlin. We’re supposed to be going out to eat.”
“We could stay in and eat.” Arlin traced her pussy lips with his finger. “You want to. Dunne is fucking good at warming you up for sex.”
Tala realized she was almost sitting on Dunne’s face and Arlin was pressed against her back. And both men were interested in more than dinner. Both hard-ons were getting harder by the second as they teased her body.
Whoo. Her body wanted to respond to the teasing too.
“I think a little more waiting will do us all good.” She smiled and eased her way slowly away from Dunne, rubbed against Arlin’s erection for luck and then pulled herself up on rubbery legs.
She ignored the groans behind her as Hunt opened the door. Tala tensed as he looked them all over carefully. She relaxed again when he did nothing about what he saw.
Once again, he was dressed beautifully. She strolled up and tugged on his tie, using it to pull his head down for a kiss.
“You know, everyone should wear ties tonight,” she said. “I might be able to use them later on.”
TALA LOOKED UP at him as they swayed together. She was so tiny compared to the men who surrounded her constantly. Compared to him.
But her eyes were sparkling with mischief. If he wasn’t careful, she could take him down. In this case size didn’t matter.
“You can dance, Arlin. Better than you did at Cotillion in seventh grade. When did that happen?”
“A girlfriend who liked to dance. And no, I wasn’t going to ever talk to you about it.”
“That must be Jessica. The senior when we were freshmen. You were unnaturally secretive about her.” She was silent a moment and Arlin got ready for the punch line. “I bet she gave good head.”
“That’s my ladylike cousin.” Arlin gave her a particularly energetic twirl. He was not going to laugh, damn it. “Be nice or I won’t let you show me what good head you give.”
“Please. That wouldn’t be me being nice. Besides, I’m in charge tonight. Why else would all three of you show up with me with suits and ties?” She was sparkling, irresistible. Tala with her sex on. God knows he could never resist it.
Arlin followed Tala’s glance over at the two men at the table. They sat together, not too close, but still so relaxed in each other’s company that if you thought about it, you knew they’d known each other a long time.
Dunne was all right. Better than all right, really. But that goddamned cold Hunt. Arlin would take him apart if Hunt ever injured his girl.
He could hurt Tala. That was what terrified Arlin. She thought she could order all of them around and she hadn’t a clue what that meant. She was so tough on the outside and soft as a baby inside.
“Arlin, did I do the right thing?”
Had she picked up on his thoughts? He’d tried to block them. They’d always been close but lately they were so in tune with each others’ thoughts it was like they were bonded. Except they weren’t. He had to remember that. They hadn’t gone through bonding. She’d picked Hunt instead.
She had a tremor in her voice that she was trying to hide from him.
Tala, the frightened little girl. God, he couldn’t resist that either.
Because he had to learn how, Arlin sharpened his tone. “How am I supposed to know? I know your future was spelled out to me since I was a kid. If our packs had a problem with what you did in bonding with Hunt, they would have been out here in a flash.” Arlin kissed her shoulder. “So the bottom line is that I’ll miss you, baby.”
He would. Far more than he’d admit with those flippant words. This whole evening was a good-bye, whether Tala knew it or not.
He pulled his tie off as the music ended. “I’m done with being polite for the evening. Let’s get back to the table. I bet those two are playing with each other under the cloth napkins.”
“You look good with the top button of that dress shirt undone. Crumpled enough to be sexy.” Tala looked at him, dreamy-eyed.
Dreamy enough that it took her a step or two before what he’d done hit her.
“Arlin!” Underneath the arm he had politely given her, he’d tied her wrists with his tie. “What are you doing?”
“You’re too nervous to be the top tonight. And I want you too much to let you be. Time to let some men take over.”
Tala’s gaze heated. Then she clamped her mouth shut when she saw a few curious glances by patrons in the tables near theirs. Great. He’d counted on just that—she wasn’t going to create a scene in Hunt’s own casino.
“You’ll get payback for this.”
“We’ll just see about that, sweetie.”
He’d look forward to it. He’d enjoy every minute of what they did next. From the little quivers Tala was giving underneath his hand, she would enjoy it too.
They were too much alike not to know how to get each other excited. Hell. They were just too much alike.
And saying good-bye to her afterward was going to kill him. It was killing him now.
Just not yet. He didn’t have to do it yet. He wasn’t even going to think about the end yet. Instead he’d visualize everything that happened before that. Everything he’d planned for years in his head.
It started with looking at those impossibly small, delicate wrists under his hand. Th
e ones he’d crossed together and tied up. Or, better yet, it started with looking at her shivering with desire and trying to hide how much she wanted what would happen next.
He’d make that enough and more than enough for now.
When Arlin got to the table he presented the still bound girl and announced, “Gentlemen, she’s ready. Let the games begin.”
“Oh my God.” Tala’s voice sounded a little more amused than awed.
Arlin managed a hard little grin that he saw reflected on the other men’s faces. That sounded like a challenge to all of them.
They had plenty of time to go back to their room and put some awe in her tone.
* * * *
She squirmed under Arlin’s tongue as he licked from her nipples and then, somehow, absolutely knowing, he continued to trace the line where a pang of lust was shooting from her nipples down to her pussy. She tried to keep her legs from shaking, but they both knew it was hopeless. He was there to make her squirm and convulse and finally give in to pleasure. And the other two were avidly watching, waiting their turn. That made Tala’s trembling even worse.
He knew what turned her on. Hell, he knew that the show was turning them all on. All that need made the power and the ache for release intensify in him.
Just not yet. He wasn’t done with her. With all of them. Not nearly yet.
Was Hunt’s jaw a little too tense as he watched? Arlin tried not to laugh. Tala couldn’t help reacting to Arlin. She couldn’t even help enjoying a little display of jealousy by her mate. That thought made some of the nasty in Arlin rise to the surface. He drew out the show, sucking hard on one nipple and pulling it back. When he let it go, with a wet pop, it stood out hard and red against her pink areola. Then he started on the next one, working it so that Tala would be well sucked and panting before he was through, all without her Alpha mate laying a finger on her.
Just for good measure, he bit that elongated nipple and Tala whimpered in both distress and delight, clawing at the floor beneath her. A shudder went through her, she arched under him and the smell of her arousal filled the room.
Arlin looked up at Hunt, trying not to pant, trying to remember to talk before he was lost in that quick, involuntary climax of Tala’s.
“One,” Arlin said.
There was going to be more.
Hunt’s jaw definitely twitched.
As if Dunne knew what was happening to his Alpha—oh hell, of course he knew—he knelt before Hunt and began to suck his cock. Arlin figured that ought to work pretty well as a distraction.
But Hunt was tough. He gripped Dunne’s head and began to fuck his mouth with quick, firm strokes even while Hunt continued to stare at Tala and Arlin with both threat and fascination in that focused gaze.
Jesus. Hunt must be made of ice to keep watching. Arlin knew how well Dunne sucked cock. How Dunne knew just how fast or how slow to move. How deep to take it—Arlin almost forgot what he was doing for a moment as he remembered and shivered.
Thank God Tala wasn’t going to let him or any of them be distracted from her. She licked her lips and blew a kiss at Hunt. Then she looked up through her lashes at Arlin. She spread her legs open a little wider so Arlin had better access to her—and both he and Hunt had a better view. Which of them was she playing to? Or was she playing to them both?
“Tease.”
She ran her tongue against her teeth, just barely keeping the smile contained. Arlin decided her punishment would be to work his tongue up inside her and flick it rapidly, ending by tightly licking and sucking against her clitoris. He worked his face in deeper, tongued her more fiercely.
She screamed instead of smiled.
He could do that to her. Pride rose up in him almost as thick and tight as the lust and the sheer desire.
Tala’s taste, burning and excited. The musky smell of equally aroused male all around them. The burn of his own need from his chest to his balls. Especially his balls.
Dunne grunted at the more rapid thrusts Hunt was using on him but from the wet, avidly sucking noises he was making, Dunne was still deep throating his Alpha and they were both enjoying it. God. Arlin wanted Dunne to do that to him too. He wanted everything. Time to change scenes on this show before he lost it.
“Bend over, Tala.” Arlin turned her over, her arms still bound awkwardly in front of her. He slapped her, one sharp staccato sound. He heard a groan. Whose? Did it matter?
“Lube, Dunne!” Arlin called.
Arlin caught it with one hand and applied it to his fingers. For a moment he just stared down at that pretty little ass, raised up in the air for him. She moved up and down, against the floor, wanting more. Wanting him.
Arlin spread lube on his fingers, willing them to not tremble.
“All right, Tala?” Arlin asked, his fingers circling her anus, almost gently. Almost. She jerked under his touch.
He knew how she felt. He’d experienced it himself the first time someone had screwed his ass. The slight pain, with the promise of more, was frightening and exciting both. He was so in synch with her feelings, he felt her terror and trust and desire coiling and entwined inside.
This was a first she would share with him, no one else.
He deliberately opened himself to all her thoughts. All her emotions.
“All right.” Tala nodded.
“That kind of penetration doesn’t count, does it?”
“It will count, baby. I’m going to make it count a lot.”
Arlin’s first finger, slick with lubricant, went up her, exploring the hot tightness she held. They concentrated on breathing in…and out. Just the way his finger was penetrating and retreating. He focused on letting her relax and absorb the pleasure that came with the discomfort.
He began to shake as if he was the one on the receiving end.
She turned her head to the others and he followed her gaze, her movements reflecting his, and his hers. The pleasure was doubling for the two of them, the way it used to when they allowed it before…
Arlin stared over at the men before he was totally lost in Tala, before he forgot to please her again and again before he came inside her.
Dunne was grasping his own cock now and jerking off, his chin up as he swallowed, his head bobbing. Hunt was still focused entirely on Tala and him, even while he kept fucking Dunne’s mouth.
God. He hadn’t realized it completely but he was almost as open to the men’s emotions and thoughts as he was to Tala’s. He thought he might explode from the sheer intensity of his suddenly magnified want. The only thing keeping him from going over the edge was how much he enjoyed teetering on the still-building wave of emotion each one was riding. He shut his eyes, feeling the heat from them.
Jesus. Could you survive this much swamping lust and need?
That wasn’t going to help him gain control. Arlin got a grip and centered on what he was doing with Tala. Centered on her and what he was going to do next, blocking out the rest.
When the thick head of Arlin’s cock first touched her sphincter, Tala sucked in an audible breath, almost a gasp. Arlin shut his eyes and fought for more gentleness.
“Leave off, Dunne,” Hunt said in the distance, somewhere behind Arlin and the pounding in his ears.
Dunne stood in front of Arlin’s range of vision, right in front of where Tala hunched on the rug. “Untie her. It’s too painful this way.”
Arlin wanted to protest. He was in charge here. But Jesus! The bastard was right. He wasn’t about to hurt Tala.
He slid out, reluctantly, his cock protesting the loss.
Hunt picked her up as Arlin undid the knot. She clasped her legs around Hunt’s hips, sliding his cock into her pussy as if it was meant to be. Hell, it was meant to be.
No. He wasn’t going to think about who had what rights. What he was going to do was make her come until she lost her mind.
He felt a lick of heat from Hunt stroke him inside and out, even while Hunt stared down at Tala. Just that touch made Arlin bite the inside of his ch
eek hard to keep from whimpering.
All right. The two of them together were going to make Tala crazy.
Hunt sat down on the large recliner. Arlin hoped it was sturdy enough for what happened next because whatever Hunt had in mind, Arlin was going to be right there with them.
“God. You sitting fills me even more.” Tala said the words but Arlin almost didn’t recognize the husky voice.
“Now start again, Arlin.” Hunt still sounded calm.
When the hell did Hunt decide he could take charge? But Arlin knew he didn’t want to argue. He knew he was close enough to going over the edge that someone else needed to be in control just for a minute or two. Just until he got his grip again.
Arlin pushed harder against her anus. “Bear down, sweetie. Just a little more. Another minute and it’s going to feel a lot better.”
Her eyes widened.
He entered her. She was tight and hot and suddenly, after the slow initial entry, easy to work up inside.
“The burn is so intense. I don’t know if I can stand it. Your cock is too big. Oh God, I’m going to cry.”
Arlin fought to still himself, not sure he could, when Tala turned her cheek toward him, blinking the moisture back. Her eyes were so intense. So needy and stunned and trusting. She worked on bearing down, the way he’d told her, letting Arlin’s too big cock work its way inside and then—
“This is—it’s too much.”
“Should I stop?” Arlin asked through gritted teeth.
He could do it. As long as Tala looked at him like she trusted him to do anything, he could.
“No. Oh no! Don’t stop.”
“Gently, boy.” Hunt began to move, slowly, and Arlin followed his lead.
Tala rocked experimentally, trying to match the two men’s movements. He was so focused on Tala that it took a moment for what they all were doing to register. Arlin’s eyes widened as he realized just how intimately he was rubbing against Hunt’s cock.
The two of them were separated by just one thin layer of Tala’s skin, locked together, staring each other down with unblinking eyes.
He wasn’t going to think about how damn weird—and good—it felt.