Two Lone Wolves

by Cara Adams

  “Move around. Let me see how you look in action.”

  Once again Hadrian shot her a questioning look, but as before he obeyed her, running across the room and jumping up onto the counter, then standing there with his tongue hanging out watching her. If he’d meant to scare her, he hadn’t succeeded. Her father had been prone to play tricks on her and Ebony as children, and nothing much rocked her these days. If he’d done it to display his athletic prowess, he’d succeeded. His leap had been fluid perfection and his landing silent and neat.

  But it appeared that Hadrian had been initiating some kind of game. Greg jumped up onto the bed. Hadrian leaped from the counter to the table, and Greg from one bed to the spare bed piled high with unused furniture.

  Ivory leaned back against the door and watched as they jumped from item to item never touching the ground or falling. After a while she said, “Okay, I declare a draw. You can change back now.”

  In an instant both men were naked and standing in front of her.

  “Spoilsport. I was clearly winning,” said Greg, but his eyes were full of laughter.

  “Have you finished testing us? Can we fuck now?” asked Hadrian.

  Suddenly, fucking was what she most wanted to do.

  “I liked it that time you took me against the wall.”

  “We have plenty of walls. How about this one?” Greg pushed her back against the wall into the bathroom, gripped her hair and kissed her.

  But Hadrian grabbed a chair and sat astride it, his legs spread wide apart. “That’s old. We’ve already done that. Why don’t you suck me, while Greg takes you from behind?”

  All the breath left her body as she pictured the scene. “Hell, yes,” she whispered.

  * * * *

  Hadrian had loved the way she’d taken charge and sought answers to questions that had evidently been bothering her. But the time for games was over. His dick was aching and he was sure he’d come in ten seconds or less unless he got his hands on her and teased her until she came instead. Having her suck him was just what he needed. It’d keep her thoughts and mouth fully occupied while leaving his hands free to tease her mercilessly.

  Greg hurried to the nightstand and sheathed his cock, while Hadrian gripped one side of the tiny lace panties Ivory was wearing and pulled hard. As he’d expected, they ripped in half dropping to the ground and leaving her cunt bare in front of him.

  “Are you wet?” he asked, sinking a finger into her core.

  Fuck! She was indeed wet and as hot as fire. He thrust his finger deeper into her, grabbing her waist to hold her still. But she made no attempt to pull away from him. Instead she rode his digit until Greg rejoined them.

  Hadrian took his finger from her cunt and held it to her lips. “Taste yourself. Lick your juices from my hand.”

  He watched her eyes close and her tongue flick out as she licked up and down his finger. Then she sucked it into her mouth and drew on it as he knew she’d be doing to his cock very soon. His dick grew another inch at the thought.

  “Kneel and do that to my cock,” he ordered.

  She opened her eyes and dropped fluidly to her knees, keeping them apart so Greg would be able to fuck her from behind.

  Hadrian roughly pushed her bra up so he could cover her breasts with his hands. Greg helpfully unsnapped it, and Ivory shook it off her arms. She bent her neat little blonde head over his cock and sucked it deep into her mouth. Oh fuck, that was good.

  To give her something to think about he, twisted both nipples, and then pinched them, before stroking gently over the skin to keep her on edge. At that very moment Greg drove into her body almost propelling Hadrian’s cock down her throat.

  Ivory had a very talented mouth. The boyfriend who taught her how to give a blowjob had been an excellent teacher. Either that or she’d been an excellent student. Whatever, she knew every trick in the book, and the more he tried to tease and torment her body, the harder she worked to send him off the cliff first.

  Hadrian found himself gripping her head, directing it this way and that to give him the most exquisite sensations and only sometimes remembering to pet and stroke her skin or touch her breasts.

  He managed to open his eyes at one stage and saw Greg’s hand on her cunt, so guessed he was teasing her clit as well as fucking her. That should send her into freefall soon. Hadrian cupped her breasts in both hands and began massaging the globes while stroking the nipples with his thumbs. Ivory responded by rolling his balls and teasing the skin of his inner thighs.

  Her hands stopped moving and she groaned around his dick. The resonance was so damn erotic he came instantly, filling her mouth with his seed, then shooting steam after stream more into her. Greg was leaning over Ivory’s back so it appeared they managed to all come together in perfect harmony.

  “Come to bed. At least we don’t have to get up at fucking dawn tomorrow. We can sleep as long as we like.”

  Together he and Greg lifted Ivory to her feet.

  “Actually I promised Dorothea we’d be there at nine to help her. And Heather said likely she’d be finished packing up her stall by noon and we need to talk her over lunch.”

  Hadrian groaned.

  “I guess that means we set the alarm clock yet again.” Greg sighed.

  * * * *

  Helping clean and pack up was much easier than Ivory had imagined. She’d remembered some dancing competition events where she and Ebony had needed to do everything from pulling down the decorations to taking out the trash. Here, at Konference Kabins, the staff was up on ladders removing all the decorations as they’d done every night, and they certainly dealt with the trash. There was a giant pile of items in a store room that the manager had saved from during the week, unsure if they were to be sent somewhere, reused, or discarded.

  None of it was Ivory’s concern so Dorothea had to deal with that. Ben and Merek, and Hadrian and Greg, carried things out to the huge truck Dorothea had rented and packed them into it. Ivory spent some time with a list of missing items trying to hunt them down, and the rest of the time she made notes for Dorothea or ran messages. By lunchtime it was basically done.

  The conference staff brought out platters of tiny quiches, puffy dogs, and other finger foods for their lunch and Ivory went and found Heather.

  “Hadrian, this is Heather.”

  “We met in the florist store. How is the dismantling of your booth going?” asked Hadrian as Greg passed her a platter of tiny nibbles.

  “Good, thank you. It’s almost done. I’m waiting for my turn to use the big trolley to take the heavy items out to my truck and then I’ll be done.”

  “We can help you with that,” said Greg.

  “It’s okay, really.”

  “No, we’re happy to help.”

  Ivory took charge of the conversation. “Hadrian, Heather works at Hanson Mall and the Hanson Mall pack has a man from Wyoming. From your mountains. I meant to tell you days ago but so much has been happening I forgot. By the time I remembered I wasn’t sure of his name, so decided it was really way better to introduce you to Heather, who can answer any questions you might have as well.”

  She watched Hadrian’s face. He seemed quite surprised at the turn the conversation had taken.

  “Which mountain? Who is it?” he asked.

  “Lewis Bowen, from the Wind River Mountains in Wyoming, recently joined our pack. He’s mated to Dakota, a human, and Andreas, a wolf, and the manager of the fitness center.”

  “Lewis? He’s the boy I used to homeschool with. Only I suppose he’s not a boy anymore. He’d be five maybe six years younger than me, so twenty-two or three now.”

  “He’s twenty-three. He remembers you. Well, he talks about a man who was five years older than him who he did school with. He said he had to use all your old books because the pack didn’t want to buy any new ones.”

  Everyone laughed and Ivory noted Hadrian relaxed a bit.

  “Tell me all about him.”

  Heather grinned. “I don’t know a
whole lot. You need to come visit him one day. He’s building—well, he’s almost finished building a roof garden at the mall. He was captured by a man with a grudge against shape-shifters, but he escaped and the man is now in jail.”

  Ivory encouraged them all to keep talking, but she thought they really would need to visit so Hadrian and Lewis could reconnect. Then she realized she was thinking in terms of a permanent future with Hadrian and Greg. But what would that look like? First, she needed to talk to Ebony. Or, more accurately the six of them needed to talk. She and Ebony and the four men who were now part of their lives.

  Heather and the men left to load up her truck and Ivory found Ebony sitting in the sun on a bench, while her men were helping someone else load their truck.

  Ebony gave her a hug. “You’ve finally decided to mate those men. You kept them waiting long enough.”

  “Don’t speak too loudly. I haven’t told them yet.”

  “What’s holding you back?”

  “I just needed to get a few things cleared up. I feel everything’s happened so fast, I need to sweep all the junk out of the way, before I can concentrate.”

  Ebony shook her head at her. “You always did have to clean your desk before you could study for your exams.”

  Ivory laughed. “I guess I haven’t changed. Are you going to move to Jasper’s pack?”

  Now Ebony’s gaze was serious. “I think so. Both the men have good jobs there. It seems better for me to move than them.”

  “Are you still interested in setting up a dance studio with me?”

  “Of course. That’s what we always planned to do.”

  “They’re both prepared to move so we can live close to each other. They’d have to get jobs, of course.” Ivory was a little worried about this. Dance classes tended to be a luxury and a new studio wouldn’t start off with a full complement of students. If she was only working part time and neither of the men had a job, things would be hard until they all had more work.

  “There’s not a lot of unemployment there. Merek said there are some abandoned coal mines about an hour’s drive the other side of town, and the government is in the process of reclaiming the land. So there’s been quite a lot of labor needed and some support industries have had extra work as well.”

  Ivory smiled. “Maybe Hadrian and Greg could get work on that project until they found jobs in rehabilitation.”

  Just then Merek and Ben came wandering back and not long after Greg and Hadrian arrived.

  “We’re all done. We just need to take all our things out to the cars,” said Greg.

  “Where are you going tonight?” asked Ivory. Suddenly she realized that by not agreeing to mate them, she had no way of knowing when she’d see them again. She and Ebony would be going back to their home, although it sounded as though Ebony would be moving to Jasper’s pack very soon indeed. Meanwhile, her own life wasn’t planned at all. Were Hadrian and Greg expected back at work tomorrow?

  “That rather depends on you. If you agree to mate us, we’ll come home with you and meet your folks. Then we can sit down with Merek and Ben, and arrange an interview with Jasper, and talk about joining his pack while you two women start planning your dance studio. After that, we’ll have to face Dr. Oscar Thorne and explain we’re leaving his employment at the clinic,” said Hadrian.

  “And if I say no?” Ivory’s voice was a whisper. She was looking at her two men and the love shining so brightly in their faces.

  “We might just have to fuck you on the nearest flat surface until you scream yes,” said Greg, pulling her into his arms.

  “Too much information. Way too much information. I’m outta here,” said Ebony.

  “Have fun, people,” Ben yelled over his shoulder as Ebony was dragged away.

  But Ivory wasn’t looking. Hadrian was pressed behind her with his hands down the front of her jeans and Greg was kissing her passionately. In a moment, when she could take a breath, she’d say yes.

  THE END

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  Cara Adams adores erotic romance, especially ménage, BDSM, and shape-shifters. One day, someone said to her, “Why don’t you put them all in one book?” So she did.

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