by Cara Adams
“Why not? Would you like one of us to suck you off?”
He watched as her eyes became glazed with lust. That was a definite yes.
Do you know how to deep throat a man?” he asked her.
This time when she opened her eyes her gaze was serious. “Yes, but it’s been a long time. My first ever boyfriend taught me how though.”
“Why don’t you see how much you can remember by practicing on Greg?”
Greg slid out of the bed and stood beside it while Hadrian turned Ivory around so her head dropped off the edge of the mattress. In that position she had the best chance of successfully deep throating Greg.
Then he slid down beside her and climbed between her legs. They’d taken the nipple clips and clit clamp off in the shower, but right now he wished they were on again so he could play with them.
First he sucked her clit into his mouth, sucking it hard to make it ultrasensitive. He looked up to watch her with Greg, flicking the vibrator on while he did so. She seemed to have a good grasp of the basic technique, and Greg was holding his cock, guiding it into her mouth, so Hadrian concentrated on his own playground. Her delicious cunt.
She was already wet, the vibrator had ensured that, so he nibbled around her labia for a while, nipping just enough to hurt. Exactly as he’d expected, more honey flowed from her core and he licked it up.
Hadrian gripped her thighs and dived into her cunt, licking and sucking the soft tissues and scraping his teeth over her nether lips. Every now and then he stopped to check on Ivory’s progress sucking Greg, or to give her a burst with the vibrator.
His own dick was full, his balls pulled up tight to his body and aching with need. He concentrated on tongue fucking her, leaving the vibrator all the time on a low setting which should keep her on edge without giving her enough to tumble off the cliff.
Again and again he rotated through her delightful toys, flicking her clit with his tongue and then circling the little bud, licking her slit, nibbling on her lips, and tongue fucking her. Each time he moved a little faster until she sighed and came. He looked up in time to see Greg blast his seed into her mouth. Hadrian pulled the vibrator out of her ass, turning it off as he kneeled up over her body. He took his aching dick in his hand and tugged viciously on it, twisting his fist on every stroke. In just a few moments his cum burst out of him and he watched it splash onto Ivory’s sweet skin. She was his, theirs, and nothing could change that. Of course, she needed to agree, but she would. She had to know in her deepest being that they loved her completely and utterly.
* * * *
Ebony had insisted she, Ivory and Dorothea get together to talk about Walter and Joseph, so they were eating lunch together sitting on the grass in an open space. They sat knee to knee in a tight circle, which gave them a complete 360-degree range of vision around them so they could stop talking if anyone came near enough to them to overhear their conversation.
“I guess I’m still a bit surprised that I can’t really like them when they’ve been absolute gentlemen the whole time. I just sense that underneath their surface there are hidden depths and maybe something I wouldn’t like. Oh I don’t know, I sound like I’m living in fairyland. I know there is no such thing as a handsome prince, but these men aren’t right for me.” Dorothea sighed and dropped her fork into her bowl of gnocchi.
“That’s why so many human marriages end up in divorce. People get married full of hope and expectation and discover that they really weren’t suited to each other after all. If you’re thinking of a marriage with a shape-shifter, since there’s no divorce under shape-shifter law, you have to be certain they’re the ones you want. And it seems to me they aren’t. So it’s much smarter to steer away from them,” said Ebony.
Ivory looked down at her lap. What they both said made good sense. But were Hadrian and Gregory right for her? When she was with them, she wanted to stay with them forever. When she looked at them across the crowded dance floor of an evening she wished she didn’t need to be nice to all the wolves and could stay with just them. But now, in the clear light of the day, she wondered if maybe she was kidding herself. They were normal average people. They had flaws and faults. Hell, she, too, had a million faults and flaws. How could she expect to be happy forever? To stay with them forever. She must be out of her mind to even consider getting married to them. It was bound to end badly just as her relationship to Matt had.
She nibbled the edge of her sandwich. Was true happiness just a dream? Would Hadrian and Greg push her aside later? But they were werewolves. They knew there was no divorce option. So if they wanted her so much, wouldn’t they then want the three of them to always be happy? Or would they remain married to her but find their pleasure elsewhere? They were both so good looking they’d have no trouble getting someone to replace her.
Ivory dragged her gaze up again. This was supposed to be about Dorothea, not her. She scanned the grass area around her. No one had come close to them while she’d been distracted, fortunately.
“There are still a few days left. Once you tell Walter and Joseph you aren’t the right woman for them, maybe they will look harder at the other women who haven’t found partners yet,” said Ivory.
Then she wondered if she should do the same. Should she refuse to spend tonight with Greg and Hadrian and tell them to look for another woman? But they never had looked at other women. Even when she danced with man after man as per her contract, they stood on the sidelines and watched. Occasionally they’d join in a line dance, but she suspected that was more to ease the boredom of standing around all night than to look for a partner.
Besides, the very thought of them kissing and touching other women gave her pain. She wanted them to save their kisses for her. She certainly appreciated their lovemaking. She’d never come so hard in her life before, and she’d loved the taste of BDSM last night as well.
But it was more than that. More than pretty men and stupendous orgasms. She could feel the link between them just as strongly as the link she had with Ebony. She and Ebony had always been close to each other, best friends as well as sisters. The ties that bound her to Greg and Hadrian were the same, ones of affinity of personalities and dreams that went far deeper than just sex. Well, she hoped they did. That’s the way it felt to her right now.
“So when are you going to tell them?” she asked Dorothea.
“This afternoon. Sooner or later they’ll come looking for me, maybe offering to help me with any preparation to be done for tonight. Although, I have to say, the staff here at Konference Kabins is amazing. They’re willing to do so much more than I expected. I just tell them where I want the decorations, and the furniture, and they do it. Some places I go, I have to stand there and point to the exact place on the wall, guide them step by step. But not here. The staff is awesome.”
“I think we should stay nearby just in case Walter and Joseph get upset. You’ve said you don’t want to involve security, and I agree it’s none of their business if the men have behaved well. It’s not their fault they picked the wrong woman and they don’t deserve to be sent home over it. But I still think you need some backup in case things go wrong,” said Ebony.
“I agree. It’s only sensible. We’ll stay properly out of earshot so you have your privacy, but close enough to come to you if you need us.”
“That’s sweet of you. I don’t think it’s necessary, though. Haven’t you got a million other things you’d rather be doing?”
“Your safety and happiness is more important than painting my nails,” said Ebony.
Ivory laughed. “We could redo our nails while we waited for her. But not until we decide what dresses we’re going to wear tonight.”
“Color coordination is vital.” Dorothea giggled.
* * * *
After two days spent lying bound and gagged on the bathroom floor, or squashed into the closet with Zane, Tybalt was totally over the whole “honor of the pack” theory. Joseph and Walter had failed the registration tests. Tybalt’s person
al opinion was that was because they both thought they were above the rules. They were the sons of the former Alpha of their pack, brought up since birth to believe the world had to give them everything they wanted. But things hadn’t gone that way. There were only three women of marriageable age in their pack and none of them had been interested in either Walter or Joseph.
None of them had been interested in Tybalt or his best friend Zane either. But at least they had passed the registration tests, and been accepted to the Second Desperate and Dateless Interspecies Week-Long House Party. Not that Tybalt considered himself either desperate or dateless. He’d had more than enough dates. It was just that he didn’t feel it was fair to keep dating a girl when he couldn’t tell her he was a wolf. He wanted a relationship that was free and open right from the beginning, and that required finding a female wolf or a human woman who knew about and accepted shape-shifters. And both those kinds of women were impossible to find.
Although actually he’d met several nice females here over the first few days of the DADISP. He and Zane had still been looking around at the women, seeing who they were drawn to, when they’d both got text messages at the barbecue asking them to return to their cabin immediately.
The message had been from their former Alpha. When they’d gone back to their cabin and phoned him, he’d told them they were to exchange places at the DADISP with this sons.
“I don’t think that’s possible, sir. We have numbers stamped on the back of our left hands,” Zane had said. It felt rude even to argue that much with his former Alpha but there was no way he’d just say yes without making some kind of objection first.
“Yes, yes, my boys will take care of that. Go to the rear of the property, meet them and take them to your cabin. They’ll explain about exchanging places with you. Do it, men. The good of our pack requires this sacrifice from you.”
Tybalt hadn’t been convinced it was a good idea then. After two days tied up in the cabin he was damn certain it was a very bad idea now. Joseph and Walter had climbed over the fence and into the property, wearing backpacks with their equipment in them. They’d hurried Zane and him back to their cabin and demanded they tell them every tiny detail about the daily program and way things were done.
Tybalt and Zane had let Walter and Joseph copy their hand stamps and take their ID tags, but hadn’t been happy about being locked up.
“Why can’t we just share the tags? That’ll give you the opportunity to meet some women. If you get their details you can decide which ones you like and then form a friendship with them once the party is over,” Zane had argued.
Things had deteriorated from there and he’d had a long night tied up on the bathroom floor to realize he should have kept his complaints to himself. Now, two days later, he was still tied up, and leaned back against the side of the tub, the most comfortable position he could find, listening to Joseph and Walter arguing.
The good news seemed to be that they’d found a woman they both really liked.
The bad news seemed to be that the woman wasn’t ready to be alone with them.
Tybalt could see that was a genuine problem. It was going to be tricky indeed to convince her to love them if they could only spend time with her in public.
Tybalt also knew they were worried about the stamps on their hand. They wore plastic gloves in the shower to protect the ink, but it had still already started to fade. Secondly they’d only bought a few things with them in their backpacks. They’d intended to wear Zane’s and his clothing, but Walter was shorter and broader than either of them and a lot of their clothing didn’t fit him. That meant they hadn’t been able to attend the night time party as nothing appropriate to wear had fit him properly. Well, that wasn’t Tybalt’s problem. He had enough to worry about trying to stay comfortable on the bathroom floor. At least he’d been able to convince the men to constantly change the way they were tied up so their shoulders weren’t damaged from the stress.
And that was another thing. He didn’t think they’d be welcome back in their pack after this was all over. Neither Joseph nor Walter was pleased with the way they hadn’t both gotten on board with the plan. He had told the truth and been fair at all times, but he couldn’t pretend to be enthusiastic. It was supposed to be his time to find a mate, not theirs.
Maybe I’m just selfish. But I’m going to be the one kicked out of the pack after all this. No one will want me to stay, whether they find a mate or not.
* * * *
Ivory felt rather embarrassed sitting at a small table in the sunshine, sipping an amazing juice concoction as she watched over Dorothea.
While Dorothea and the two men had purchased coffee, Ivory had gone to the juice bar and asked for mango, orange, pineapple, and strawberries to be juiced for her drink. Dorothea had gone outside then, and there wasn’t time for Ebony to get a drink as well, so Ivory had grabbed a second straw so they could share her juice.
Neither she nor her sister was talking as they sipped their shared drink. They were both keeping guard over Dorothea. She and the two men picked up their coffees and began walking toward the cabins. Ivory let Ebony jump up and follow them while she finished the last of the juice and dropped the container in the trash.
Ebony leaned against a tree, facing toward the cabins, her cell phone up to her ear. As Ivory caught up to her she heard Ebony say very softly. “I have no idea what’s going on but maybe you could join us. Likely it’ll be a total waste of time but…yeah…okay…bye.”
Ebony turned to Ivory. “Cabin eighty-four. Dorothy walked in of her own free will, but she didn’t look really happy about it. I guess they want some privacy to talk to her properly.”
“Wolves are very proud,” Ivory said slowly.
“And possessive,” added Ebony.
Ivory shook her head. “The rules here are very strict. They’d never dare do anything against Dorothea’s will. The risk of being sent home is too high.”
“They’ve closed the door and they haven’t opened the curtain,” said Ebony.
Ivory stared at her sister. What Ebony hadn’t said was just as important as what she had said. Dorothea clearly wasn’t ready for something that private. She’d planned to tell them good-bye, and since they’d been kind and polite to her, it was reasonable that she do that in private where their hurt feelings wouldn’t be on display. Wolves were proud people and the men valued their masculinity. So maybe yes, the door would be shut to stop people overhearing the conversation. But why not open the curtain? Why sit in the dark on a glorious sunny day? It was already fall. Winter would be here all too soon. Most people aimed to get the most out of every nice day they still had at this time of year.
Merek and Benedict arrived then, instantly standing one either side of Ebony. Merek wrapped an arm around her waist and Ben dropped a chaste kiss on her forehead. “What’s happening?” Ben asked.
Ivory leaned back against the tree trunk as Ebony gave them a brief rundown on the situation.
“We should walk past the cabin, very slowly. If there’s any shouting, we can knock on the door,” said Merek.
“Even shouting might be misunderstood,” said Ben raising an eyebrow.
“No. She definitely wasn’t planning to get that friendly with them,” said Ivory.
“I agree. She said she was ready to tell them good-bye and she was serious. She genuinely meant it,” added Ebony.
“So let’s walk.” Merek turned them toward the path and quite slowly they wandered along between the cabins. Merek had directed them down the row behind the cabin Dorothea had entered. They stopped right outside that cabin and Ivory thought she heard some faint, muffled thumping. Surely they weren’t in bed fucking already? It’d only been a few minutes and Dorothea had been quite adamant about parting from Walter and Joseph. She said she’d never even kissed them, far less anything that would lead to fucking.
Ben and Merek turned to each other and said to Ebony, “Wait here.” Then to Ivory’s amazement, they crawled up to the wall of the
cabin and pressed their ears against it. Ben gradually moved farther up the side of the building then he knocked on it with his knuckles.
Ebony and Ivory stared at each other and hurried forward. The knocking from inside the cabin was much clearer now. Louder, more defined. They ran around the far side of the cabin and banged on the door. “Dorothea?” called Ebony.
Ebony rattled the door handle and called out again more loudly. Ivory slid her cell phone out of her bra and called Hadrian. “Dorothea might be in trouble. We’re outside cabin eighty-four.”
“Don’t get involved. Wait until Greg and I arrive.”
It was too late to explain she already was involved. Hadrian had clicked off the call.
Ben had joined them at the door and he thumped on it more authoritatively. “Dorothea? Are you all right?”
A lot of yelling came from the cabin, but Ivory couldn’t understand who was saying what. It seemed to be male voices though. Visions of gang rape flashed through her brain and she ran around to the window, looking for any gap in the curtain where she might be able to see inside the room.
Oh, God! Dorothea! What if she’s hurt and it’s my fault for not caring for her properly!
Hadrian and Greg ran straight past her to join Ben and Merek at the door. The four men moved back to the far side of the path. Then they ran forward, their arms all wrapped around each other like a football scrum, and together they kicked the cabin door. Ivory gave up looking at the window, watching the men in stunned disbelief. Only then did she think to call security.
“There’s trouble at cabin eighty-four, I think.”
“Yes, ma’am. Some of our people are already on their way. They’ll be arriving momentarily,” said the voice as the cabin door smashed open and the four men almost fell into the room.
“Thanks.”
Ebony was standing in the doorway, calling, “Dorothea? Thea?”