by Zoey Daniels
Lainey could take care of herself. She’d not been looking for someone to take any burdens off her shoulders and expect to be thanked for it. But when they gave her this gift because they wanted to…
The taller wolf finished his circuit and pranced up Lainey’s steps, looking so pleased with himself that Lainey had to laugh out loud. “You’re proud enough of yourself to pop, aren’t you?”
Both wolves butted their heads against her legs. Russ stole a sniff while he was in the vicinity, for which Lainey twisted his ear.
A tussle of any kind always did wonders for her mood, and here and now, bathed in moonlight as cool as water and satin on her skin, with the memory of two handsome men fresh in her mind, Lainey knew exactly what she wanted.
“Stand up,” she told them, soft as velvet and strong as steel. “Stand up as men and let me get a good look at you.”
The taller wolf cocked his head to a side. And then? he seemed to be asking.
Lainey hadn’t enjoyed herself this much in years. “To the victors go the spoils,” she said. She cupped her breasts. “Stand up as men and find out.”
Lainey couldn’t have told anyone what it was like to see the two wolves change. There weren’t words, at least not in any language she knew, and it was over as quick as a heartbeat. Wolves stood, unfolding into men, smooth and hard, as naked as she herself.
And -- she checked -- as happy to see her as if they were still wolves wagging their tails. Though truth be told, Lainey liked the looks of this excitement far more. “Aren’t you a treat,” she said, a deliberate echo of the first words she’d spoken to the pair, to tease them and to get another look at those broad, infectious grins of theirs.
That enjoyment made the taller wolf -- Asher -- bold. He reached for her, as smooth and graceful as he’d run in wolf shape. “Mine,” he told her, fingertips grazing her supple flesh. “Ours.”
“Is that a fact?” Lainey did enjoy teasing them. She folded her arms under her breasts to lift and present them, as well as to keep the ground rules straight. She gave herself; no one took unless she asked for it.
Not that these two had to do a lot of asking, for they’d already won her. But she had her ways, and she had a few desires of her own to satisfy. And, she thought, frowning briefly, she wanted a second to think about the way Asher had said ours.
The wolves leaned against each other, as comfortable with touching one another in this shape as they’d been in their other. Playful, affectionate, and with the kind of ease only lovers developed.
Now, now. Things had just gotten a bit more interesting. Again.
Lainey lifted her chin and raised her eyebrow. “All right, then. That’s how it is.”
Russ winked at her, so human an expression that it near about broke her faux-sternness. To punish him, she shook her finger at him. “Turn around, handsome. You too, Asher. I want to get a good look.”
Asher’s laugh still sounded a bit like a bark, but Lainey was growing to love the sound. Her body found it favorable too, the shiver the sound produced hardening her nipples and bringing fresh liquid heat to her cunt.
Asher stopped laughing, and quick, too. His nostrils flared. Looked like his sense of smell suffered not at all when he took on man shape. He licked his lips and took a step toward her. Stopped when Russ nudged him back and, with his face wreathed in mischief, turned around in a slow circle to show both of them what he had to offer.
Lainey was the one to lick her lips this time. A treat? Yes indeed. No woman could fail to appreciate the sleekness of Russ’s hips and the cut of muscle, the fine trail of hair that led down to his sturdy hard-on and that cock itself… lords, he might spoil her for other men.
If there ever were any other men, and Lainey had a suspicion there might not be.
Suited her fine.
Russ turned in a second circle, slower this time, giving Lainey a sideways look that told her he knew she liked what she saw. As did he. Tight ass, firm enough to bounce a gold coin off, long and sturdy legs, and supple muscles in calves and arms and chest. His hair tumbled too messily about his face, but Lainey liked it. She rubbed her nipples with the balls of her thumbs to satisfy enough of the ache to keep going.
“Asher,” she said, giving him a pointed nod. “You too, gorgeous.”
Asher’s grin was lazier and more satisfied. No, not satisfied. Well pleased.
“Conceited?” Lainey said, to poke at him and see how he’d take it.
Asher shrugged easily. He spread his arms and turned in a circle, but too fast for Lainey to enjoy the view. Another circle, one that brought him closer, and, by the end of his third circuit Lainey had only gotten a few glimpses of sleek skin and a cock that would make anyone’s mouth water. That didn’t so much matter, for at the end of that third circuit Asher had Lainey in his arms.
He moved with the confidence of the best lovers she’d ever had, but the way he held Lainey was so much better than any of them had ever managed. Confident, sure of himself, and sure of her -- but with a certain reverence and a wholehearted appreciation that only the likes of a wolf, with his simple desires, could manage.
Asher’s arms were long enough to encircle her waist and to rest his hands at the small of her back. His fine, fine cock, long and sturdy, rubbed against her belly. Not where she wanted it. Looked like her tall wolf was too tall by half.
Lainey frowned. Asher kissed the side of her mouth and licked beneath her ear, rubbing their cheeks together as he went. Surprising her with its tenderness, especially considering how stiff he was sliding so close but not close enough to her nether regions.
They were skilled, those wolves of hers. While Asher had Lainey good and distracted, moving in slow circles around her still, Russ padded to her on his hard bare feet and bent his face to her breasts, resting his head on her cleavage in a manner that made her want to stroke his hair and kiss him. Then, when he looked at her with all the wickedness of a devil’s gleam in his eye, made her want something much more.
Russ might have smelled her wants, or he and Asher might have had this planned all along. Who knew? But with Asher now behind her, his firmly corded arms wrapped around her waist and his chin resting on her shoulder to keep her anchored, she was open for Russ to end the first game and begin the second.
Yet he looked at her, once, asking, as a gentleman should. Lainey drew her tongue across her bottom lip, thinking she’d have to teach these wolves to kiss properly.
Later.
For now, with Asher holding her upright and not a damn thing in the world that she gave a flying fig for to tell her she shouldn’t, Lainey slid her bare feet further apart on the porch to give Russ the room he wanted and needed.
She slid her fingers through Russ’s hair and guided his head. Turned out he didn’t need the help. He gripped her by the hip and thigh, giving her a taste of his strength, and then he took a good taste of her, making Lainey more than glad she had Asher behind her to keep her on her feet.
Oh God, yes. Yes. Yes!
The soft rumbling of Asher behind her, chuckling against her skin -- well, Lainey might have been indignant any other time, for a man to laugh at her expense, but not now. Let any woman who could hold herself together against the loving assault of a tongue this sleek and nimble stand up to be counter, and Lainey would call her a liar to her face.
Rosemary had said if the wolves liked her, she should count it as a blessing. Rosemary seemed to have a gift for understatement.
Russ made a rumbling noise, as if he could sense he’d lost a fraction of her focus, and took steps to correct that situation. For which Lainey was properly appreciative -- and surprised. He began by taking one of her calves in his surprisingly gentle grasp and lifting; behind her, Asher helped by lifting and balancing until Russ could hook her knee over his shoulder.
Left her wide-open. Exposed. And wet, so wet the cool moonlit air kissed her as intimately as a lover. Lainey moaned, fast losing any trace of shame and not in the least bit bothered by it.
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sp; Russ teased her clit with the tip of his tongue. He nibbled the lips of her cunt so lightly it almost tickled; he caressed the slick insides of her thighs, thumbs skating through the trickling liquid heat.
Lainey leaned fully on Asher and dug her heel into Russ’s back. She couldn’t speak, but she could and did growl, her best impression of them. Russ perked up, then threw his head back to laugh. His lips shone with her juices.
A pretty sight, but no time to appreciate it in, for no sooner than Russ had started to laugh than he stopped, spread her legs wider still, and plunged his face between them.
Oh God. Not just his face, but his hands, got to work. She sensed he was gauging by the shaking of her thighs when he hit the right spot and lord, but he was a quick learner, wasn’t he? Zeroed in where she wanted him most and showed no mercy.
And backed off every time the delicious pressure began to rise toward a peak.
Lainey kicked him with her heel, not hard, and growled. Russ’s chuckles vibrated against her cunt, and whether he was a tease or not that almost did the job -- almost --
Asher pressed a kiss to the side of Lainey’s neck and then, much as Russ had taken her hand in his teeth in wolf shape, he opened his mouth to rest his blunter human teeth over her pulse. The shock brought Lainey back to herself, just enough to balance on that fine edge of control; the pleasure, unexpected though it was at the dangerous nature of Asher’s kiss, sent her spiraling back and forth between them.
Oh, they did not play fair, these wolves, but they did play. Lainey gave up the effort to hold on to dignity and thrust her pelvis forward, demanding Russ’s prompt attention.
And that attention he gave, nuzzling back in to lap slowly, steadily at her soaking cunt, drinking her juices down as if they were the finest, purest nectar. He held her legs when her knees would have given out beneath her.
A good thing, that, for when between them they tilted her backwards to hold her balanced between them, and Russ could let go, he slid two fingers inside her cunt and stroked up, hard, hitting the spot like so few men could and none had ever done so skillfully, so perfectly, as if he knew her body inside and out and knew where, just where --
Lainey lifted her other leg, because she could with the two of them holding her safe, and draped it over Russ’s shoulder. Asher held her as if she weighed no more than a feather pillow, the strength in his hard muscles betraying no strain. She dug her heels, hard, into Russ’s supple back and rolled her hips, straining to take those callused fingers deeper.
Russ grazed her clit with his teeth. The faintest pressure, but -- oh, that was all it took, that hint of danger and wildness, and Lainey came with her cunt clenching fiercely around Russ’s sturdy fingers, drenching him with her cream. He licked her, cleaning her flesh and his fingers. Moaning under his cunning assault, Lainey rose to a second peak, and a third, turning her vision white as the moonlight that stroked her skin. She nearly screamed in pleasure.
Asher growled behind her, not angrily, and kneaded her breasts with a touch that was both light and taut, betraying how much of his strength he held back. Lainey could feel the rigid length of him pressed to her back, so eager for his turn that he leaked pre-come in hot, wet trails along her skin.
He growled at Russ with more meaning, and shifted Lainey’s weight to pull her back and away. Lainey laughed to the skies. He’d known exactly when Russ’s licking was almost at the edge of too much for her sensitive clit.
Russ sat back on his heels, cheerfully and wholly unashamed. His face gleamed with her juices, slick and shiny on his nose and the fullness of his lips. If he’d been in wolf shape, he would have been wagging his tail and rolling on his back for sheer pleasure.
Lainey tickled him with her bare toes. “You think you’re something else, don’t you?” She sounded throaty to herself, her voice stripped raw though she hadn’t screamed. She’d sure wanted to, though, and she expected she would before the night was over.
For it was not over yet. No sir, not by a long shot. Russ’s cock hung red and stiff between his legs, as needy as Asher’s. She’d be hard put to judge which had the finer equipment, but why should she when she’d be reaping the benefits of both?
Lainey rubbed her head across Asher’s bare chest and arched her back to bring them in closer contact. “Come inside,” she said. “Come inside and see what a real woman can do for a real beast.”
Chapter Four
For the first time since she’d laid eyes on them, Lainey saw her men hesitate. She’d suspected they might. Wolves had dens, not cabins; they had comforting burrows and not sawmill-cut logs that shaped four walls to box them in.
Truth be told, if they’d strode right in Lainey would have been far less impressed by them. She liked wild things.
Lainey laid her palm against the frame of the door and turned to the side, displaying her profile. Russ and Asher followed her movements with hungry eyes, eyes that narrowed dark when she arched her back to push her breasts forward, but not a step would they take further toward her.
Unaccountably, Lainey felt a pang of remorse. Cruel of her to tease. Some things still came too naturally after all those years of being on the job. She relented and faced them with her arms naturally at her side. Unadorned, with no artifice -- and she liked the way they looked at her now much better.
She stood before them in her natural state, flushed and damp from their sensual attentions. They looked at Lainey as if she were something to be loved, not just lusted after.
“You don’t care for the indoors, then I won’t make you go in,” Lainey said, soft and low. The affection they showed would have scared most women. Too much, too soon, but she saw it was just their way.
They exchanged looks Lainey found hard to read. Russ made a small noise, answered by a rumble from Asher that sounded as if it should have a question mark attached.
As for her, she waited, watching them. Seemed like the start of a disagreement brewing, or at least it did until Russ kissed the side of Asher’s mouth, bit gently at Asher’s lip, and laid his head on Asher’s shoulder. Asher stroked his back.
Lainey had known a thing or two about wolf behavior even before she’d come here. Interesting. Not unexpected or surprising, either, to suspect the pair were lovers. They had that way about them. And opening the way to include her?
Well. Even former whores had fantasies they pleasured themselves to sleep with at nights. “Problems?” Lainey asked, watching them, still gentle. Showing them she didn’t mind, though as like as not they could smell it on her.
Asher’s nostrils did flare when he caught her scent. Though he released Russ from his embrace enough they could both face her, he didn’t entirely let Russ go.
“Questions,” Asher said. His voice had that same rusty-rumbling edge to it, as if he didn’t use it much at all, and now Lainey knew why. Seemed like they might communicate better as wolves than as humans.
Well, she’d get them to teach her. Later. For now, she only nodded. “Ask what you like, but fair’s fair. For everything you ask, I’ll ask my own question in return.”
Asher broke into one of his broad, white smiles, wide enough for Lainey to see that his canine teeth were longer and sharper even in man shape. “Fair,” he said. “First you. A gift.”
That smile came wreathed in so much mischief Lainey knew he knew exactly what she wanted to ask. Lainey chuckled, enjoying this game as much as they did. “I know you’re not tame. I know you’re man and beast.”
“Not mind?” Russ tipped his head to one side, studying her as a dog might.
Lainey cupped her breasts and teased the nipples with the work-toughened, deliciously stimulating slight roughness of her fingertips. “Does it look like I mind?”
Darkness of a different sort flashed in Russ’s eyes. Lainey liked this smile. This was something that passed between lover and lover alone. Something sure of itself because it knew it could be.
Lainey smoothed her hand between her breasts and down to tease the smooth skin inches a
bove the thatch of curls between her legs. She enjoyed the look on their faces when they smelled her afresh, mixed with their own scents. “I don’t mind a bit,” she said. “My turn to ask.”
Asher blinked at her with a questioning bark.
“You went first,” she replied, pointing at Russ, “You jumped the line. So I get to go twice.”
More than twice, she suspected, but they’d stop bothering about counting before long.
Asher’s shoulders shook with very human amusement, though he looked at her in the same way Russ did, with that masculine look that said, very simply, mine. “Ask.”
“There’s something I want to know.” It didn’t bother her either way, except to satisfy curiosity. “You’re wolves, and you’re men. Suits me fine. But I want to know, which came first? Are you wolves who learned how to walk on two legs, or are you men who learned to walk on four?”
The pair laughed. Russ threw his head back and howled to the sky, an ululating spear of delighted noise. Asher jostled him and hugged him tight. “My turn to ask. What do think you?”
“Wolves,” Lainey answered, promptly. She cupped her breast to ease the aching fullness, and pressed her wet thighs together. “Wolves, now and always, no matter what skin you walk in.”
Asher and Russ parted from one another and made bold enough to climb the steps and press closer to Lainey. Not so far as the door, though, and Lainey took that opportunity to step back a pace. She held out her hand, palm facing them.
They questioned her with their eyes.
“I know what you are,” she said, firm and as flat as she could. “You ought to know what I am. What I was. I have no shame; I did my job and I was damned good at it, but I am no virgin and I am no girl. You sure you want this?”
Dumb question? Maybe. But even if it was, a woman needed to hear that sort of answer made as solid as sound, as words.
Asher answered for them. “Know everything,” he said. If he’d been a cat she’d have called it a purr. “Know all there is to it. Smell your past on you, under your skin. You have two skins, also.” He shrugged. “Both human. Still. Two skins. We like both.”