by Zoey Daniels
Honesty. Lainey could taste it in his speech. Rare, that, and she liked it all the more. “Do you want to please me?”
The looks they gave her now fairly smoldered. “Very much,” Russ said, reaching for Lainey.
She took one step inside. Not to be cruel, but only to tease just far enough. “Enough to gift me with something besides your fine, eager selves inside me? For now.” Better make that last part clearer. “Give me a little treat before I give you my body.”
Asher and Russ looked puzzled, and intrigued, and amused. “Ask,” Asher said. He put his arm around Russ to cuddle him close, and could it have been a more perfect set up?
Lainey softened the demand she’d have made. They made her heart warm almost as much as they readied her body. “Kiss for me,” she said. “Touch each other, and let me watch. Don’t come. That’s all I ask for.”
She spread her hands wide, asking silently, Will you give this?
The whiteness of Asher’s smile would have blinded her in that dark, still night, the blackness of the sky lit only by the gentle mistress moons with their diamond chips of stars and the song of cicadas and frogs. Russ drew his tongue across his lower lip.
“Yes,” her wolves answered, one voice echoing over the other.
Russ turned to Asher, enfolding himself within a circle Asher formed of his arms. Lainey saw in them the heat, yes, and the passion they rarely bothered to contain, but more… she saw the affection between them that transcended all games. She saw comfort, and she saw love, too.
The fine bodies and well-shaped cocks the pair boasted might have won her body’s interest, and the games they played charmed her head, but this -- this won Lainey’s heart.
They won Lainey’s heart before they’d so much as kissed. Made her want to warm herself against the glowing heat of them and never back away.
And they hadn’t even kissed.
But as she watched, softening in feelings she hadn’t even known had grown hard and brittle, kiss they did. Asher’s arms were well long enough to wrap them around Russ and he was tall enough to need to bend his head to nuzzle their mouths together.
Russ made a sound somewhere between a hum, a growl and a moan; he tilted his head to give Asher all the access he needed to drop a line of open-mouthed kisses along his exposed throat while his own lips fell apart, his gaze hazy with arousal and sheer pleasure that he saw no reason to hide.
Not that he gave without taking, mind. Russ dug his nails into Asher’s back, making Asher hiss into the kiss, then made Asher shiver and growl sweetly when he trailed the bare tips of those nails down Asher’s back. Laughing quietly, Russ nudged their lower bodies closer and wound one arm around Asher’s waist.
Lainey could not help but notice that though they stuttered with the effort, neither wolf brought their engorged groins into contact with one another. She didn’t know where to look first, or what she wanted to see more: the all-consuming fire of Asher’s kiss and Russ’s return press of mouth, or the stiff fullness of cocks that ached to near-bursting point to be buried in sweet, willing flesh.
She let herself stroke the top -- just the top -- of her pubic hair. Just enough to tease, and to keep herself as excited as them, though the heavens knew she didn’t need more than the sight of those two to make her ache and burn for them inside her.
Russ writhed luxuriantly in Asher’s arms. He rose to bite the underside of Asher’s jaw even as he grasped and kneaded Asher’s ass. Asher feinted a sharper bite at Russ to make him jump, and dove in to kiss Russ into submission in that second when he was off his guard.
Lainey had never seen a kiss like that before in her life, and she knew it was an honor almost no one could ever have to witness such a thing. Pure as an animal’s love, and all the better for being shared.
The wolves breathed heavily when they parted, their lips swollen and their bodies sheened with sweat that made them luminous in the moonlight that seemed to shine down as if the moons themselves would bask in this moment. Asher pressed his forehead to Russ’s; Russ rubbed Asher’s back as if to encourage him, though his lips were parted with need and his legs shook.
Lainey knew that look. Men trembling on the edge. So why’d they stopped? Hot as fire as they were, and young too, she’d have bet good honest gold one or both could have come without a hand on them and truth be told she’d wanted to see that very thing happen. Or had she?
No, she decided, she hadn’t. She liked knowing they’d obey her, so far as they chose to. If they expected the same of her… well, like she’d said. Fair was fair.
And also fair was the way the wolves turned their heads to better look at her, proud and in control despite the slick sweat of their human bodies and the almost-restrained quiver of their strong limbs that betrayed what a struggle it was not to throw one another down and fuck wild, fast, and free.
“I owe you a question,” Lainey said, fairly sure that was what they wanted most. Well. Second most. “Ask.”
Asher’s lips were moist from Russ’s kisses, but he drew his tongue across their plumpness nonetheless. “You know us, what we are. We know you. You know how those -- before are not -- here now?”
Lainey nodded, intrigued and waiting.
“You are not like them,” Asher said, utterly confident. “We treat with you. Treat? Treaty. Alliance. Not because we must, because we want. We protect. Make these lands our run.”
“And in return?” Lainey asked, because it was a fine offer, and it would want payment. For just a moment, she was as suspicious as ever she had been when times were at their worst.
Russ’s smile was as innocent and delighted as a child’s when he spoke, and the rest of him was every bit a man. “In return, mate with us.”
“Play with us,” Asher added, cuddling Russ closer.
“Care for us,” Russ said.
“Share our food. Come see our den.”
“Maybe one day we see yours. But not stay inside.” Asher raised his head, parting he and Russ only far enough to make space for her to fill the emptiness between them. “But here, we stay here. Outside. We protect, we serve, we guard.” He lost some of the rustiness, and beneath that he had a fine light bass of a voice, something warm as whiskey and sure as the sun and moons and his place in the world he stood upon. “Do you say yes?”
Lainey considered that. Much asked of her and taxed of her pride, but much given as well. Gifts that precious few women ever enjoyed.
She knew her answer before she’d bothered to think hard. No one had ever called Lainey a fool. She stepped lightly off the porch and down to the patch of yard, where the sparse green grass, wet with evening dew, tickled the soles of her bare feet. Walked to them as naked and sun-browned as a goddess, and waited until she was sandwiched between them to make them her answer.
First a kiss for Russ, because he was not quite as alpha as Asher and she always had liked the strong seconds-in-command. Then a kiss for Asher, one that drew her fully between them where she belonged.
“I promise by my hand and my heart,” Lainey said. “I say yes.”
Chapter Five
Lainey supposed men couldn’t properly howl, but wolves could, and she was most glad these two were neither ordinary men nor ordinary wolves. And she couldn’t have picked a better word than “howl” for the joyous noise those two raised to the stars. You’d have thought she’d plucked one of those stars down for each and placed it in the palm of their hand.
Well, who knew? Maybe they saw it that way, and wasn’t that something remarkable?
Asher took Lainey by the waist and lifted her high, spinning about in circles. Lainey gasped like a girl, and heard laughter spilling from her like water from a cup brimful with good golden wine. She raised her own voice in jubilant noise while Asher turned her around and around, until the stars blurred dizzily together and the chorus of cicadas seemed as fine as a trained orchestra.
He stopped, laughing at her crossed eyes; she focused quick enough to look down at him and marvel at the naked
admiration and darker want that made him boyish and all man at the same time. Lainey stroked what she could of him, amazed at how he needed to use so little of his strength to raise her up. She might as well have been made of feathers.
“You are wolves, but I am not a bird,” she pretended to chide him.
From the blazing brightness of his grin, Asher didn’t take that scolding one bit to heart. He lifted her higher still and dropped her -- or she thought he’d dropped her, her heart in her throat -- until Russ caught her and spun her again, down to land lightly on her bare feet in the dew-wet grass. Russ enfolded her in his arms and embraced her tightly.
His skin tasted salty on her tongue when she nipped Russ’s shoulder. “There’s a time for play, and there’s a time for mating. You two make up your minds.” She finished with a light slap on his rump, because she wanted to.
She could sense Asher’s keen interest at that, and pressed as close as she was Lainey could feel Russ’s definite appreciation. She slapped again, harder, and felt Russ shiver.
Maybe too hard, that’d been. There was the tiniest bit of doubt in Russ when he pulled far back enough to eye her quizzically. “Angry?”
Asher snorted, an uncannily human sound that made Lainey look about at him and wrinkle her nose at the handsome man-wolf. She turned back to Russ and stood on tiptoe to brush her lips across his, giving him a taste of what was to come.
Russ hummed, pacified, and sought her mouth for a deeper, hungrier kiss. “Not mad,” he said, utterly self-satisfied, when he released her.
“Boys, when I’m mad, you’ll know.” Lainey pressed her nakedness to Russ’s, letting him feel how wet she was and how tightly furled her nipples. “Now,” she breathed in Russ’s ear, knowing Asher could hear her too, “Does that feel like I’m mad?”
Russ and Asher looked at each other over her and laughed in a way that was utterly masculine, and would have infuriated Lainey if it hadn’t been -- them, here, now. If she didn’t avidly want to take them up on the sexual certainty of that dominant male rumbling. Now.
She tweaked Russ’s ear, then, to indulge her preference, dragged her nails ever so lightly down his chest to pinch his nipple. He drew in a startled breath. Hmm, hadn’t known he liked that, had Russ? Lainey gave him her most wicked smile.
He’d love this, then. She trailed her fingertips, softer in her touch now, down his finely muscled chest, through the wiry hair around his groin, and took the length and width of his shaft in her hand. She had small hands, and almost couldn’t touch thumb to forefinger. A little too much for most women to handle; lucky her, she was no ordinary woman and she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
There, she thought, somehow stunned and somehow relieved over fears she hadn’t even known she’d entertained. Safe with them. I will always be safe with them.
That was even finer than their touch.
But with Asher crowding in behind Lainey and Russ panting hot breath against her neck while she stroked his ever so responsive cock, she’d have to admit the touch of these wolves was worth its own weight in gold.
Considerable weight, too. Asher’s cock was of equal size, if not a little more than Russ’s. He was so eager to sink himself inside Lainey that his cock left drops of warm wetness behind where it rubbed against the small of her back. Still in Russ’s arms, Lainey twisted to kiss Asher as she had Russ.
He indulged her only a moment, then drew away to feign a puppyish snap at her nose. She swatted him for that, but with Russ’s blessing and guidance turned to kiss him properly, long and sweet -- and then not so sweet, as dominant Asher lifted and guided her legs around his waist until she clung to him, the wolf bearing all her weight once more.
She wondered if he’d throw her into the air again, but Asher had other plans. Still with barely an effort showing in the flex of muscles in arms and chest, he lowered Lainey to the ground.
The cold of the dew made Lainey gasp, but not for long. Russ lay down as she did, and rolled her into his arms to devour her with his kiss. Asher followed, putting her in the middle once more with him at her back.
Whatever tiny bit of Lainey’s mind could still think wondered from the way they kept positioning her whether she’d been mistaken thinking Asher the more dominant. Not that it mattered. Lainey sat up and rolled to her knees, gazing down at the wealth of male flesh spread out for her pleasure. She stroked their strong, firm thighs and teased at their balls, enjoying their reactions.
There was one dominant among them that mattered. Her. And she had the feeling they would not want her any other way.
Still on her knees, Lainey cupped her breasts, offering them to her wolves. Symbolic, yes, and literal. She wanted those pretty man-wolf mouths on her breasts, sucking her nipples.
Asher scrambled up first, followed fast after by Russ. Lainey clasped both by the backs of their heads. She almost couldn’t breathe, swallowed up by the wild and musky scent of them, and the dense silkiness of their hair. She thrust her fingers through each man’s hair and held them closer still, drowning in texture and smell and the drawing sensation of lips and tongue pulling at her nipples.
Natural talent, Lainey thought. She did appreciate that in a man. In her men.
Asher stopped just shy of making her sore -- he had an intuitive gift for knowing just how much was enough and not too much. Russ bit softly at the fullness of her breast and rolled down to stretch out on his back.
Well. Turnabout was fair play, wasn’t it? Lainey pushed Asher with the palm of her hand. She’d no chance of budging a man as strong as him if he hadn’t wanted to go, but he did, eyes sparkling with pleasure in this particular game. He lay on his back beside Russ -- coincidentally enough, or not, as Lainey thought wryly, leaving just enough room between them for Lainey to fit into.
She liked that. Space reserved just for her.
Lainey caressed her breasts, savoring the light burn and the fullness they’d drawn to her, and let her gaze drift to the pair of stiff cocks so rigid they rested flush to Asher and Russ’s bellies. A wolf and a gentleman. Who’d have thought?
“My turn,” Lainey told them, not polished at all, and glad of it. This was the time to be primal.
Asher looked at her quizzically and Russ lifted his head.
She touched the tip of her finger to his ankle. “Don’t know what I mean? I bet you do.” She dropped to her knees and slid just far enough between the pair to make her intentions clear. When she lowered her head and her loose hair swept their bare stomachs, they got the idea.
Russ howled. Asher groaned. Lainey liked both noises enough to want to see how loud she could get them shouting again. Asher first, for she had ached to wrap her lips about that length since she’d felt it pressed bare and throbbing against her back. She wrapped her fist around the base and slid her lips around the fat crown, letting his glide into her mouth.
He tasted as good as she’d hoped; he tasted of wildness and freedom. And his reaction? Better still. Her Asher howled and arched his back into a half-bow; he lay flat and panted. Now he shuddered, wanting nothing more, she was sure, than to take her by the hair and thrust deep into the wet slickness of her mouth.
Lainey drew off with one lick to the head. She knew when a man came close, and she knew, too, just how far to go. And she’d be damned if she didn’t want to taste both of them. With two, a woman could be as greedy as she pleased, and please all who played the game.
Asher laughed, rough and more masculine still despite the near painful-looking swelling of his cock, and as if he were of one mind with Lainey together they pounced on Russ and held him down. He tasted different than Asher, a flavor that reminded Lainey of home and safe.
Reacted just about the same, though, Asher had been wise as well as wily. Took the two of them to hold Russ down. He was the stronger, Lainey saw, and Asher the more cunning. Together they made a good match.
Stronger meant more control once he’d gotten hold of himself, and when he’d settled with his fingers drawing deep furrows in the dir
t beneath the soft grass, Russ had the sort of stamina that could have pitted itself against Lainey’s for hours.
That was, until she slipped a finger between her lips to wet it with his pre-come and her saliva, and teased it beneath his balls to touch, ever so lightly, the tight puckered opening she found behind them.
Lainey sat back on her heels and laughed, laughed like she hadn’t since she was a girl, watching Asher wrestle Russ down. Her mouth tasted of manhood and licentiousness that was somehow pure, and she couldn’t have been happier.
No, that was a lie. Game wasn’t finished, yet. Lainey let her laughter die down to a smile that felt, even to her, like that of a seductress -- without effort, coming naturally -- and spread her knees apart to give them as good and long a look as they liked at her wet cunt.
To tease them, and to make sure they knew what she wanted, Lainey dipped her fingers between the folds and brought them out wet. She licked them clean, and trailed them down the calves of her men.
“Which?” she asked, for she couldn’t have made up her mind.
They understood. A glance passed between them, that silent sort of communication that only lovers who had known one another for a long time could manage, a shared nod, and grins of such savage wickedness that they brought delicious chills to Lainey’s too-warm skin.
After a look like that, Lainey was happy to let them manhandle her. Arrange her as they wanted, for they did it with reverence as well as lust fast approaching the point of no return. Russ lifted her onto Asher as Asher knelt, arranging her straddling his lap with his cockhead teasing her opening. Russ then crowded in behind, his cock nudging her ass. He stroked that cock between the cleft of her cheeks, but not inside, and laid a kiss on the side of her neck, so tender it near made her weep.
Lainey flexed her thigh muscles to rise up, then to sink down, taking all of Asher’s length inside her. Asher’s hands flexed tight on her hips. A long, low groan escaped him, and he stared at her with his hunger showing.