Two Lone Wolves

by Cara Adams

  Like now. They pumped into her with a perfectly synchronized movement, one always entering as the other withdrew. They never got out of step with each other. She was constantly being filled and emptied in a never-ending pattern that drove her insane with the need to come.

  Ivory dragged her body a few inches higher up Hadrian’s chest, then pushed back down as hard as she could onto the two cocks. It gave her a wonderful feeling of fullness inside, and also, as a bonus, scraped her hot, aching nipples against Hadrian’s muscular, hairy chest. The abrasion on her breasts felt almost as good as the extra fullness inside.

  The orgasm inside her cranked up another notch. For a moment she let her mind float, reveling in being surrounded by the two men she loved, and in being fully, completely, totally, and utterly possessed by them. Her brain was being consumed by the need to come. She wouldn’t be able to think much longer. Ivory waited until the midpoint, when both men were inside her at once and squeezed her internal muscles with all her strength. Greg groaned and Hadrian gripped her hips even harder.

  But as if she’d flicked a switch they both pulled all the way out of her and then pounded into together. Hadrian’s cock hit her cervix with a sharp shard of pleasure-pain, and Ivory’s orgasm crashed through her body. She sucked a mouthful of Hadrian’s chest to prevent her screaming her release and waking half the conference center up as her legs shook, her toes curled, and her brain closed down with the intensity of her orgasm.

  Ivory was vaguely aware of the men pounding into her some more, and then of bursts of heat and their bodies shaking as they, too, came. But mostly she had to concentrate on breathing. Just sucking in air took all her remaining strength.

  “Mate us, Ivory. Say you’ll marry us, please,” ordered Hadrian.

  Ivory shook her head. She wasn’t going to make any promises in the afterglow of the world’s best orgasm. Decisions should only be made when she knew what she was saying. Which meant she had to be able to think. Think? She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to do that again.

  * * * *

  When Ivory refused to mate them, Greg went from completely relaxed happiness in her arms to wanting to punch a hole in the wall, in about a nanosecond. The only thing preventing him—well, two things—was that he didn’t want to let her go even for the few seconds it’d take to punch the wall, and the sure knowledge that he and Hadrian would be getting a huge bill for the smashed doors in cabin eighty-four. He could just imagine the pious face of some accountant telling him he should have waited for security to come and open the door for him.

  Whatever fine he had to pay to rescue Dorothea would be worth it. But he didn’t need a second one as well right now. So, instead he asked her, “Ivory, do you love us? You know we both love you.”

  “Yes, I do, but I’m not making any decisions right now. Lifetime decisions should never be made on the spur of the moment and especially not in bed.”

  Oh, okay. Well at least she’d said she loved them. That was the main thing. He could always work on getting her to agree to mate them later. He and Hadrian would have been totally fucked if she had said she didn’t love them.

  “Greg, why don’t you help Ivory shower, and get the last of the wax and warming ointment off her? I need to put these sheets out to be washed and sort the other bed out so we can sleep in it.”

  Greg looked at the second bed piled high with furniture to make extra space in the room. “Good luck with that.”

  He slid off the bed and helped Ivory to stand, keeping an arm around her as her legs wobbled.

  He guided her into the bathroom and sat her on the facilities while he ran the water until it was hot and then closed the drain. She hopped into the tub nimbly enough, so he figured she was recovering from her orgasm. His had been the best one ever. The cum had felt like it was being dragged up from his toes, he’d climaxed so hard.

  Greg handed Ivory the shampoo, and took the shower gel in his hands. Very gently he smoothed it down her back and over her shoulders. There were still a few pieces of wax stuck to her skin, but mostly it was clean. She was sitting in water so he figured that would loosen any wax still on her ass, although likely it was transferred to his skin by now anyway.

  She stood up and he washed her carefully, before helping her rinse her hair. Finally he wrapped her in a towel and left her sitting on the facilities again, as he opened the drain and stepped into the tub to wash himself.

  He’d just climbed out and grabbed a towel to dry himself when Hadrian appeared and got into the shower.

  “Ivory, what’s holding you back from making a commitment to us?” asked Hadrian.

  “I don’t know really. I just don’t want to rush. I don’t feel ready to say yes yet. I’ve got a bunch of dance classes to teach in only a few hours’ time. Tonight’s the final ball and the Lindy Hop dance competition. I need to talk to Dorothea, and check up on her. It’s just all too much yet.”

  “It’s not because of the former boyfriend who broke your heart?” Hadrian asked.

  This time Ivory spoke slowly but firmly. “My experience with Matt might make me think things through more carefully, but I consider that to be a good thing. No, I learned my lesson from him. I really do need to sort out Dorothea and all the other tasks I just mentioned.”

  Okay, Greg could deal with that. “So can we talk tonight, after the ball? Or tomorrow morning maybe?”

  Ivory smiled at him. “All right.”

  The weight pressing down on his shoulders lifted. It was more than that she’d agreed she loved them. She was willing to talk if he’d just wait one more day. He could do that. He still had a little niggle of worry over the “needing to talk” thing, but he was pretty much certain he and Hadrian together could solve whatever problem was holding her back there.

  Yes. He could do it. All would be well. His woman would be his soon.

  * * * *

  Hadrian hated having to wait all day before he could talk to Ivory again. She’d said something about them all needing to talk to Dorothea and to Heather but that both of them would be far too busy organizing the final ball for tonight to talk in the afternoon. He wasn’t sure he could remember who Heather was, although he thought Ivory had mentioned her before. But of all the sixty women here at the DADISP, he couldn’t picture a Heather. It didn’t really matter. He had to allow Ivory to make the decisions at this point in time. But he had so much they needed to talk about. Like, would she come and live with them near the shape-shifter clinic? Or would they move near to Jasper’s pack so she could remain close to Ebony? And if that happened what work would they all do?

  However, everything hinged on her agreeing to mate him and Greg, and he wasn’t allowed to bring up that topic for another twenty-four hours yet.

  So he threw himself into the three morning dance classes, stomping, and turning, and Suzie Qing as best he could for three hours of sweat-inducing exercise. Only when it was all over and he was pouring the last of his bottle of water over his head, did he realize he was actually going to miss this. He’d become used to dancing as exercise. Oh, sure it wasn’t as manly as going to a gym and using the weights and the machines, but it’d been excellent aerobic exercise and fun as well to dance with a group of fellow wolves.

  He and Greg walked Ivory back to her cabin, just a few paces behind Ebony, Ben, and Merek. Greg showered first and as he waited Hadrian thought about the afternoon which stretched out in front of them rather dull and barren without the opportunity of being with Ivory.

  “Flowers. We should get her flowers.”

  “What?” Greg stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel.

  “When we go back to the main building to get our lunch we also need to order some flowers for Ivory. Tonight’s the formal ball. We need to give her flowers for that.”

  “Oh, all right. That’s a good idea. And what about buying some jewelry for her, so we have it ready for when she agrees to mate us? We’ve got all afternoon and nothing to do and there’s a jewelry store there as well.”<
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  “Good point. We’ll look in there after lunch.” Hadrian headed for the shower.

  Once he was under the water he remembered he’d need to know what color dress Ivory was wearing. Any flowers they chose ought to match her dress. Damn, this stuff was complicated. Oh, well, it’d give them an excuse to talk to her at least.

  They walked up to the main building then took their time wandering from stall to stall. Even if they stayed on tomorrow to help Ivory, Ebony, and Dorothea with the packing up, the stall holders would all be taking down their stands as well, so this was really their last opportunity to look at everything.

  Hadrian ended up at the sandwich bar, building a sandwich on rye, with pastrami, coleslaw, mozzarella cheese, red onions, and red peppers. He and Greg ate outside at one of the small tables so Greg could rest his bowl of spaghetti bolognaise on the table, while they talked. Finally Greg threw their empty containers into the trash and he took out his cell phone to call Ivory.

  “Hey there, Ivory. Greg and I want to know what color dress you’ll be wearing tonight, please.”

  “Cerise.”

  “Say what?”

  “Cerise. Don’t worry, Heather will know what that is.”

  He could hear Ivory and Ebony both giggling. It was good to know she was with her sister, but he still had no idea what cerise was as a color. Or as anything else. And why would Heather know? Was this the same Heather she’d mentioned before? Hadrian clicked off the phone call more confused than he’d been at the beginning.

  “Hasn’t she decided what she’s wearing yet?” asked Greg.

  “Yeah, cerise.”

  “Okay.”

  Hadrian looked at his friend. “You actually know what cerise is?”

  “Of course not. But I will when I see her tonight.”

  Hadrian glared at Greg and then laughed. “Okay, fair enough. Let’s go order some cerise flowers. I mean, do flowers even come in cerise?”

  “Ah, now that’s something I do know. Florists can dye white flowers to match just about anything. They use colored food dye which doesn’t hurt the flowers, so they can mix it to the exact shade.”

  Heather turned out to be a florist with a head full of wild curls and she knew exactly what cerise was and had flowers that color. Hadrian would have called it dark pinkish-red himself, but if it was cerise, that worked, too. Now he knew.

  From there he and Greg wandered through the little stores until they arrived at the jeweler. Here everything was in locked glass cases, and there were half a dozen wolves already peering into various cases gazing at items. It was here they had bought the nipple clips and clit clamp. But this time he wanted something that Ivory could wear to show everyone she belonged to them.

  He stared hard, and licked his lips, at several collars, clearly meant for a female sub to wear. But just like a ring, a collar could only be given to a woman with her consent. This time he wanted a surprise for Ivory. Something that suited her body and her personality.

  Greg had wandered to the other side of the store and now called, “Hadrian,” beckoning urgently, so Hadrian went to him. His gaze followed the line of Greg’s pointing finger. It was a long pin, like the one she’d had in the tartan shawl a few nights ago, but this one was old, creamy ivory in an antique gold setting. It had clearly belonged to someone for many years.

  “What’s the story with the pin?” he asked the young man behind the nearest counter.

  “We have the provenance for it. It’s not trafficked. It belonged to an old man who’d lived in Africa for many years. He sold his house to move into assisted living and we bought a few things from him.”

  Ten minutes later the pin was theirs. Now they were ready. When would she agree to mate them?

  * * * *

  Although Ivory still had to dance every dance except the one for the competition, Greg was able to relax and be more logical about it tonight. Many of the women had found partners. Maybe all of them, but he wasn’t certain about that. But many of the men hovered around their woman, dancing only with her or staying by her side all evening.

  That didn’t mean Ivory got to sit with him, unfortunately, but it did mean instead of the men being in a circle ten deep around her and her sister, it was more that she had the choice of two or three for each dance. They all knew she’d only dance with each of them once per night, and sometimes only once every second night, and they respected her for that, understanding it was fairer for everyone.

  Ebony and Ivory had divided the Lindy Hop dance competition into two segments, partnered and unpartnered. Greg and Hadrian had decided to enter the unpartnered section just for the fun of it, seeing they’d been to all the dance classes. It also gave them endless freedom. An unpartnered dancer could add any steps he desired in any order, as long as he remained in time to the music, so it became a great workout.

  Of course there was no way Ebony, or Ivory, or even Dorothea, would pick them as winners, but it was still a good way to break up the evening.

  When it came time for them to dance, Greg was struck by the fact that one of the contestants was a single woman. He could only assume neither of her men could dance. Or maybe they just couldn’t dance anywhere near as well as her. Although he was certain he recognized her from the advanced dance class and he’d never seen a man waiting for her after that either. Greg just shrugged and paid attention to his own steps, until the end of the dance when she was unanimously declared the winner.

  Again he noticed no doting men raced up to congratulate her. She seemed almost embarrassed as she collected her prize, and she disappeared behind a row of chairs and sat down again. Now that was strange. Had she argued with her men? Surely someone must have been drawn to her over the week of the party? She had a slender, attractive body, and was clearly well coordinated.

  Once again he shrugged. It was none of his business if she’d broken up with her men or if they were too stupid to win her. He needed to focus on his woman. His Ivory. Soon she’d talk to them they would finally be mated.

  When he and Hadrian were finally scanned out of the ballroom, Ivory, Ebony, Dorothea, and Heather were deep in conversation. He hung back, waiting for them to finish talking. “Do you think they’re organizing what needs to be done tomorrow for the pack up?” he asked Hadrian.

  “I expect so. The convention center staff will do a lot of it, but likely Dorothea will have a whole passel of stuff she needs help with. As long as we’re with Ivory I don’t mind helping. Until we can have a proper talk with her what we’ll be doing next is all up in the air anyway.”

  Greg groaned. He kept telling himself Ivory loved them and that was all that mattered. But the truth was, until she agreed to mate them, it was hell. They couldn’t progress any further with their plans about anything. Their entire future was bound up in that one delightful female package.

  Chapter Seven

  The moment they reached the cabin, Ivory turned her back to Greg and said, “Unzip me, please.”

  “Yes, ma’am. The pleasure will be all mine, ma’am,” he replied.

  Ivory giggled, but tonight she wanted to be in charge. She needed to know that Hadrian would be able to permit her to do things her way when she really wanted to. She’d loved the scenes he’d led her through, but she had to know her independence wouldn’t be completely taken away from her. She knew on some level that she could trust these men to care for her, but sometimes she needed to do reckless things. No, not reckless, that wasn’t the right word. But to take charge, as she craved to do now. Tonight would be hers. She’d see if they permitted her to do that.

  Greg draped her dress carefully over one of the chairs as she unbuckled her sandals and stood flat footed on the floor stretching her toes in relief after a long night of dancing in high heels.

  She stood in front of Hadrian first and unknotted his tie, letting it drop to the floor, before she unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the belt loops. Ivory turned to Greg. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were heavy lidded with desire.
Very deliberately she rubbed her cunt over his crotch as she pulled his tie off, and unbuttoned his dress pants, giving them a gentle tug so they landed on the floor.

  “That’s one of the great advantages of men. One tug and their pants come off. There’s no hips to hold up progress,” she said, swallowing hard at the delightful picture her partially undressed men made.

  She pushed at Hadrian’s pants, forgetting she hadn’t unzipped them, then rectified her mistake.

  Ivory turned back to Greg and lifted his erection out of his red boxers. Ivory kneeled at his feet and sucked on his cock laving the head and teasing her tongue around the ridge between the shaft and the cap. “Delicious.”

  She stepped across to Hadrian brushing his shirt back from his chest, tangling her fingers in his chest hair, and biting his nipples. Instantly they stood up so she licked over each one then bit on them again.

  Behind her she heard Greg’s shoes hit the ground and hid her grin at the speed at which he was trying to get naked. There was no rush. She was still wearing her underwear and she was in charge tonight.

  Now Hadrian’s cock. She licked a line down the center of his chest, stopping to bite the rim of his belly button, and then she pulled his cock out of his plain navy briefs and rolled his balls in her hand. Only when she heard him hiss and saw how long his cock had grown, did she take the head in her mouth and lick all over it.

  She stepped back from both men and stood against the cabin door.

  “Change into your wolves. I want to see them.”

  “What?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I’m serious. Shift please.”

  Hadrian gave her a steady look from his piercing black eyes before removing the rest of his clothes. Greg walked over by the bed and shimmered and changed. As with so many wolves, his fur was the same color as his hair, a light brown, although his belly was much lighter again. Hadrian, when he changed, was predictably a black wolf. Her father was a black wolf, but Hadrian was higher at the shoulder and much more solid than her dad.