by Cara Adams
Watching Ivory was just a bonus. She moved so lithely, so gracefully. At times it was hard to remember she wasn’t a shape-shifter. She had the inherently smooth, liquid movements of a big cat or female wolf. She didn’t bounce or stomp unless the dance required such movements. She was just there, her entire body positioned exactly where it should be, with no perceptible effort. She was amazing. Perfection personified. The woman he loved deeply, passionately, with every breath he took. And now she was laying here beside him where she belonged. In his arms so he could care for her. The tricky bit was going to be convincing her to stay there.
Maybe he and Hadrian should get her and Ebony to talk about opening their own dance school somewhere near Jasper’s pack lands. Perhaps if he got them enthused and talking about the future, she’d be able to envision that future. A future with him and Hadrian front and center in it. Yeah. That’s what he’d do. He’d talk to Hadrian and then together they could get the women thinking and planning.
Chapter Four
In the first few months after he’d argued bitterly with his parents and left home to find a pack and a mate, Hadrian had learned to sleep lightly, always alert for his personal safety. Until he’d left the mountains it’d never occurred to him how very safe he’d been there, far from bustling cities with their dark underside as well as their bright lights.
That tendency to wake very easily had remained with him, even after he’d settled at the shape-shifter clinic and gotten his own apartment. No longer did he have to worry about casual acquaintances stealing his things, but he still woke instantly to noises and movement.
Right now that was a good thing, as he stared at Ivory’s face so sweet and relaxed as she slept. It was still very early. He didn’t need to wake her to get ready for work for a long time yet, but Hadrian was content to watch her rest in the gradually growing light of the room. He planned to wake her by licking and sucking her cunt, bringing her to orgasm from her sleep. Meanwhile he turned over in his mind ideas for her first BDSM scene. He was certain she’d agree to play with them. Oh, maybe not right away, but before the week-long DADISP ended for sure.
He brushed the blanket down just enough to reveal her breasts. Her skin was creamy pale, which accented the deep pink of her areolas and nipples. This afternoon he’d go to the jeweler’s stall in the main building and choose some nipple clips for her and maybe a matching clit clip. The kind connected by chains so he and Greg could tease her by pulling on the chains without giving her the relief of actually touching her on the tormented little buds themselves.
He had a vibrating egg in his toy box as well. He’d like to insert that in her cunt one evening and watch her deal with him buzzing her occasionally as she walked and talked fully dressed among the crowds. Only the three of them would know she was wearing the egg. It’d be their secret and he knew he and Greg would be just as aroused by the thought of her filled with their toy as she would be when he made it buzz when she least expected it.
But the scene he planned for her needed to be super special. Something to arouse her to such heights that she would want to play more games with them over and over again. It had to display to her how erotic it would be for her to give all her control over to him.
Hadrian sighed. It was time. He placed a hand over Greg’s mouth to stop him from talking and waking Ivory, before tapping him on the shoulder. It took a few taps before Greg’s eyes opened and Hadrian could signal to him what he wanted to do.
To Greg’s credit he understood immediately and wiggled his way into position without rocking the bed or disturbing Ivory.
Moving as slowly and inconspicuously as possibly, wanting to maintain the surprise and wake Ivory gently, Hadrian slithered down the bed until his face was level with Ivory’s pussy. Then, together, the two men began kissing her. Hadrian licked a line across her lower belly, snaking his way down, down, down to her cunt, but not touching her pussy lips or her clit just yet.
He rolled his gaze upward and saw Greg concentrating on Ivory’s face, so licked closer to her hot core. She mumbled and opened her legs, the sign Hadrian was waiting for, and he dived face first into her cunt, licking along the seam, and sucking her lips, before dipping his tongue into her slit to taste her flavor.
Damn, she tasted amazing. Pure ambrosia to a thirsty man’s soul. Now Hadrian set himself to pleasing her, nibbling gently along her lips, rolling her clit around with his tongue, then sliding his tongue deep into her cunt again to taste more of her. Again and again he repeated his circuit, nibbling, licking, sucking, tasting, and occasionally changing it up to stroke along her soft inner thighs, and to tease her lower belly.
Ivory’s hips were lifting up to his mouth, but he refused to rush. It was still very early. They had plenty of time to arouse her thoroughly. He tugged on her clit lightly with his teeth, and then licked a line along the join between her leg and her body. Hadrian leaned up on his forearms so he could reach her bellybutton, and dipped his tongue inside before gently biting his way around the rim.
“Dammit—”
Hadrian looked up at her face but her complaint had been cut off by Greg kissing her. Ha. His friend was a mighty smart man.
But likely it was time to get serious. He held her thighs apart, one hand on each thigh, and licked along her slit, slowly and carefully. Only when every tiny fraction of it was wet did he allow himself to suck her pussy lips into his mouth one after the other. Next he licked around her clit, circling it again and again, feeling the heat the little button gave off, before he sucked it hard and scraped his teeth over it. Quickly he moved back to her cunt, thrusting his tongue deep, raising her ass higher so he could lick more of her as he tongue fucked her faster and faster.
She was thrashing around on the bed now, her hips writhing as she drove herself onto his tongue. Hadrian rubbed his index finger in her cream and while she was thrashing around, he slid his tongue in her cunt and pressed his finger into her ass. She stilled for only a second before continuing to wiggle her hips so he pumped his tongue into her pussy and his finger into her ass.
She gave a wail, immediately cut off, as she came flooding his mouth with her honey. Hadrian licked her clean then lifted his face. Above him Greg had both hands on her breasts still, gently petting her skin. Ivory’s eyes were closed, her chest heaving breath back into her lungs.
Finally she sat up. “Now that’s what I call an alarm. Thank you. It was lovely. But right now I need to get back to my own cabin before everyone stares at me.”
“We’ll come with you,” said Greg, rolling off the bed and opening the closet all in one movement.
Hadrian watched her open her mouth to complain and then close it again. Maybe she didn’t want them with her, but at least she was prepared to accept their company. That was something, at any rate.
He opened the lower drawer of the nightstand and grabbed his boxers and socks, pulling them on quickly. He didn’t plan on keeping her waiting.
* * * *
Ivory and Ebony were dressed in their swimming costumes and carrying towels. They’d arranged to meet Dorothea in one of the hot tubs for some girl time, much to the dismay of Hadrian and Gregory, and also Benedict and Merek.
Ivory giggled. “So did you say they could come and sit on the bench outside the tub and not speak at all as I did?”
Ebony shook her head. “I told them to go and do some boy stuff. This is strictly girl time.”
When they arrived, one of the tubs had a noisy group of wolves in it, while the other had a sole female. Relieved, Ivory dropped her towel on the bench, and neatly set her sandals underneath it, then climbed into the hot tub.
“I’ve seen you around, but I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name. I’m Ivory.”
“Ebony,” added her sister following her into the tub.
“I’m Grace.”
The other woman didn’t ask any questions so Ivory sank back in the water, loving the heat. The sun was shining and it wasn’t cold out, but it wasn’t hot either, and the war
m water bubbling against her back was really enjoyable. Ivory closed her eyes and relaxed, waiting patiently for Dorothea to arrive. She was usually quite punctual, but she must have been held up. Ivory hoped that didn’t mean some of the arrangements for tonight’s party had problems.
Ivory finally opened her eyes again and sighed. She loved relaxing here but it felt rude not to speak to Grace. “Ebony and I teach the morning dance class sessions. How did you decide to come to the party, Grace?”
“I read about it online.”
Ivory waited for her to say something more, but she didn’t, so she asked another question. “Are you from a shape-shifter family? Our mother is human but our dad’s a werewolf.”
“I’m human.”
Okay, it seemed Grace didn’t want to talk. Ivory could deal with that. She rested her neck on the edge of the tub and let her whole body float on the water, her arms spread out to balance herself. “Nice.”
Maybe ten minutes later Dorothea arrived trailed by two men. Ebony sat up in the water with a splash, disturbing Ivory. She’d heard Dorothea’s voice but wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying.
“Walter and Joseph. You can please yourselves what you do, but I’m getting in the tub with my friends. This is girl time. Good-bye.”
Ivory sat back on the bench so she wasn’t taking up so much space in the hot tub as Dorothea climbed in. She looked over at the two men who’d been following her friend but they were just standing there, towels in their hands, their gazes fastened on Dorothea’s back.
“They don’t look pleased,” Ebony whispered.
“You’re right.”
Dorothea settled into the tub with her back to the men. “Oh my goodness, there’s been so many things to do. I think it’s all set now though.”
“I’m expecting a bagpipe and drum marching band at the least for our tartan night tonight,” Ivory joked.
“Well you never know, sweetie, do you,” Dorothy teased her right back.
Just then the two men climbed into the tub, seating themselves beside Dorothea. Grace stood up and left. Ivory hoped they hadn’t upset her. She hated the idea that their talking had ruined Grace’s pleasure in sitting in the bubbles.
One of the men looked quite uncomfortable. He’d been sitting very upright with his hands on his head, his elbows out at an angle. Then he stood up again, stepped on the seat, and sat on the edge of the hot tub, with only his feet and lower legs still in the water. He rested his hands on his knees, the left one on top of the right one. Ivory wondered if he didn’t like the hot water. But if he hated it, why hadn’t he done as Dorothea suggested and sat on the bench outside where he could still be nearby and even talk to them if he wanted to? It was a bit strange.
Ebony and Dorothea were chatting so Ivory stopped looking at Dorothea’s two men and joined in the conversation. The men were being very polite. They hadn’t butted in or tried to change the conversation or to monopolize Dorothea, but they were so very obviously just there. Big dark men, sitting guard duty, one on either side of the woman. She was quite small and never still, always waving her arms around as she spoke and constantly wiggling and turning. They were both motionless which highlighted her hyperactivity. But Ivory had to assume it was none of her business. If Dorothea liked them it was all as it should be. As long as this evening’s party went off as smoothly as every other night’s entertainment had done.
There was a break in the conversation and the man in the water turned to Dorothea. “It’s been more than half an hour.”
Dorothea sighed. “Very well.”
Instantly the two men climbed out of the tub and held out their hands to help Dorothea. “Just half an hour, mind, then I need to go check on the events for tonight.”
One of them handed Dorothea her towel which she wrapped around herself. “I’ll see you tonight,” she said.
“Bye.” Ebony and Ivory spoke at exactly the same time, then giggled.
“It’s so funny when we do that,” said Ebony.
“I know. We even said the same thing which was a bit weird.”
“Not half as weird as those men. They didn’t say anything,” said Ebony.
“And one of them clearly hated being in the water.”
“I know.”
Ivory turned slightly so she could watch Dorothea walking down the path toward the cabins. Half an hour only, Dorothea had said. That was plenty of time for a quickie, she supposed. But a quick fuck didn’t seem like the way Dorothea would behave. The three of them hadn’t appeared to be red-hot lovers. More like casual acquaintances. Oh well. It was none of her business.
A little while later she and Ebony walked back to their cabin. Once they were inside, Ebony said, “Did Walter and Joseph strike you as a little odd?”
“Walter? Oh that’s right, Dorothea’s men. The one who didn’t want to be in the water was definitely weird. Why would anyone climb in the hot tub if they didn’t like hot water?”
“To be with Dorothea, of course.”
“But she ignored them mostly. And that was strange, too, if she was going to go back to their cabin.”
Ebony shrugged. “Maybe it’s business. Perhaps they’re some of tonight’s entertainment.”
* * * *
Hadrian really enjoyed the party that night. Of course, he’d liked them all. He could happily stand and watch Ivory all night any night. But his Gaelic ancestry came out to revel in the tartan theme. He owned a McNaughton tartan kilt. Of course, he had no idea if he had any right to wear it or not, but with a name like Hadrian McNaught he figured it was close enough. Besides, he liked the tartan. It was a strong red background with big bold squares which almost appeared black until a person looked closely and could see they were dark blue and dark green. The blue and green colors were only easily discernible in the innermost squares of each block.
He’d stood with Ivory as the bagpiper had marched into the ballroom, parading up and down the center of the room, his pipes playing and his kilt swirling each time he turned. Hadrian hadn’t been able to identify the names of most of the tunes he played, apart from “Scotland the Brave,” but they were rousing songs and the crowd had clapped and cheered when the piper had finished.
Later, four people came in and danced over crossed swords on the floor. Hadrian watched in amazement as they jumped and turned. Greg whispered in his ear, “I’m glad Dorothea didn’t ask us to learn that dance. I’d have sliced one of my feet off for sure.”
Hadrian had almost laughed, remembering just in time to smother his amusement. But the best part of the evening was holding Ivory in his arms as they danced, and then hearing her promise to leave with him and Greg at the end of the night.
As Hadrian tried to wait patiently for the party to finish, he looked around at the other wolves there. Simple math made it clear that there was not going to be a happy ending for all the wolves. Well, not necessarily even for the women. Just because they had two hundred men to choose from didn’t mean that one or two of them would light their fire. He and Greg were so very lucky indeed that not only did they find Ivory but that she had finally agreed to spend time with them.
Mating her wasn’t a done deal yet, but he had hopes she’d agree. He also had plans for tonight for a BDSM scene that he’d designed to the best of his ability to arouse and fulfill her. When he’d sat down to plan the scene, he’d been surprised at how much he did know about her from watching her carefully and spending time with her and with Greg.
Unless he was wrong, which was always a worry. A Dom had to step out in confidence but only the ultimate pleasure of his sub would prove he was correct.
As always, they had to wait until all the women had left the ballroom before being allowed to exit. Hadrian understood the need for security, but it still seemed rather over-the-top to him. Dozens of security staff were standing around everywhere, available to escort women back to their cabins in the evening, or to accompany them on runs or walks through the gardens during the day. As well, there were cons
tant patrols around the fence line and guards on the only entry gate. Still, if it kept Ivory safe it was all worthwhile he supposed.
Ebony and Ivory were standing with Dorothea who was talking to two men Hadrian didn’t recognize. His first reaction was surprise that he didn’t know them, and then he reminded himself that there were two hundred men here, and it was unlikely he’d have met all of them yet, especially not the ones who didn’t go to Ivory and Ebony’s dance classes.
He and Greg stood back a little way, but where they had a clear line of sight to their woman. They didn’t want to impose on her personal time with her sister and her friend. Then he decided Dorothea didn’t look as happy as she usually did. Right then, Greg tapped his shoulder and walked up to Ivory.
Greg didn’t say anything so neither did he.
“We don’t know each other that well as yet,” said Dorothea firmly and without her trademark smile.
Merek and Ben arrived and wrapped their arms around Ebony. “Are you ready to go, precious?” Merek asked her.
Ivory and Ebony looked at Dorothea and Ebony said, “We’ll all walk together.”
But Dorothea shook her head. “Walter, Joseph, you stay here. I’ll talk to you tomorrow after I’ve gotten the evening’s plan arranged.”
Partway down the concrete path to the cabins, where several paths diverged, Ebony and Ivory stopped. They shuffled themselves around in a circle, Ivory moving away from him somewhat, leaving him longing to pull her back into his arms.
“They aren’t following us. Why don’t you report them to security, Thea?”
“That’s the whole point. They’ve given me absolutely no reason to complain about them. They’re always perfectly polite, and when I give them an instruction, they follow it exactly. It’s just that I don’t like them very much.”