Guardian of Her Dream [Hondo, Texas Wolves] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Claire Adele

  “I didn’t give it a second thought when I left the house by myself. I’m used to being alone out on the range taking care of the cattle. I’ve been doing it all my life. It’s second nature to me.” How could he explain to her that he was a werewolf? How could he make her understand that he was stronger than the average man? He feared he would lose her for good if he did tell her. Right now he felt an acute urgency to strip her naked and eat her sweet pussy. He hated to scare her away. He wanted to keep her by his side, close his teeth over her nape, and mount her from behind. The effects of the fight hadn’t worn off yet. He was still in dangerous werewolf mode.

  “I was upset that I had let you down and had hurt Colt and Lucky. I swear to you I’ll make things right between Colt and Lucky and myself.”

  Somehow he would figure out how to mend their friendship. It would be hard, but he could face anything if she cared for him because he loved her, even though he couldn’t tell her. It wouldn’t be fair when she didn’t know he was a werewolf. She was his soul mate. If she rejected him, he’d never love another.

  She smoothed the sheet over his chest. “Don’t worry about that now. We’ll talk about that when you’re rested and recovered. You need to sleep now.”

  Her touch was soft and light as a feather. Rafe grabbed her hand. “Don’t leave me alone right now.” His best friend had left him alone, and he had died. Rafe knew he wasn’t thinking straight right now, but he needed her beside him to protect her. That Hawk’s threat wasn’t false. That bastard would kidnap her if he had a chance. Rafe couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let it happen.

  “I’ll stay right here. I’m not going anywhere until you feel lots better.”

  Somehow, he had to figure out how to tell her he was a werewolf without horrifying her and chasing her off for good. He held onto her hand. She smoothed her other hand over his brow. He closed his eyes, too tired to think how to tell her. He didn’t want to face it. If he told her what he was, she’d either run screaming from him, or tell him to leave her home and never come back. Probably tell him to leave because she was a brave lady. She didn’t back away from anything. That was why he had to protect her.

  Chapter Six

  She had said she wouldn’t leave him as long as he needed her by his side. “I can’t leave you because I’ve come to care too much about you, in spite of my good sense.”

  But she feared he was not the kind of man she wanted to live with. He had previously hinted that he would like to stay with her for a long time. She didn’t know if she could live with him in a lifelong commitment.

  She turned as she noticed Lucky fill the doorway.

  “You should go to bed now, and I’ll sit up with Rafe so you can get some sleep.”

  “I can’t, Lucky. Rafe asked me not to leave him alone, but to stay with him. I promised him I would stay right here, and I’m not breaking my promise to him.”

  Lucky smiled at her. “In that case, you had better find a comfortable position to sleep beside him. I’ll cover you with the blanket when you’re settled.”

  True to his word, Lucky waited while she shifted around without letting go of Rafe’s hand. She curled up beside Rafe, and Lucky covered her with the blanket and turned out the light. Tomorrow Rafe would be better.

  Sometime during the early morning hours, before dawn, when it was still dark out, Rafe became agitated and Darlene heard him cry out. She forced herself to shake off the need to sleep. She rolled toward Rafe and gently patted his shoulder. With a start he opened his eyes.

  “I didn’t mean to startle you, but you were having a bad dream. You yelled someone’s name, but I couldn’t make it out. What were you dreaming about?”

  “Dutch.” Rafe stretched slightly and moaned. “I have nightmares sometimes about my old friend, Dutch.”

  Darlene wanted to hug him, but she feared she would hurt his bruises. So she gently put her hand back on his shoulder. “What are the dreams about?”

  “They’re usually about me trying to warn Dutch not to step off the cliff in the darkness. But he never listens to me, and he steps off.”

  “Can you tell me why you have that dream?” She’d had bad dreams after a close friend died, and she got over it after a year or so, but her dream had disturbed her sleep night after night for a long time. Rafe needed his rest so he could heal. Talking about his dream might help him to sleep more soundly. At least she hoped so. It wouldn’t hurt to talk about it, at least.

  He released a long sigh. “The dream started out about Dutch and me exchanging our school football championship rings. After we exchanged rings in the dream, Dutch turned and walked off the edge of a cliff. I couldn’t stop him. In reality it didn’t happen exactly like that. In reality, I didn’t know where he was because I was sleeping when it happened.”

  “How did it happen?” She kept her voice soft, hoping to sooth him.

  “We exchanged rings as celebration of our coming of age. We had some liquor with us. The liquor probably made Dutch think unclearly and caused him to fall from the top of the hill down the cliff.”

  “Is that the ring you wear?”

  “Yeah, I wear Dutch’s ring. My ring was from the year before Dutch’s school won their championship. Dutch wore that one after we exchanged them. Our rings are slightly different. My ring had a sapphire stone in the gold band, for my school’s blue and gold colors, and Dutch’s ring has a dark-blue and silver turquoise stone for his school’s blue and white colors.

  “I treasure his ring and I’ve always worn it. I’ve always wondered that if he had worn his own ring that night and we hadn’t exchanged rings, if things would have been different and he wouldn’t have died. Maybe he wouldn’t have fallen off the edge of the cliff. He shouldn’t have died so young. I’ve always cherished memories of him, and I wear his ring to honor him.”

  Darlene smiled at him. “I think that’s a good thing that you wear his ring.”

  “I was wearing his ring the night we fought the Hawks, that night when I fell down the rocky cliffside of the arroyo behind your neighborhood, and the guys brought me here to you. I think maybe it was good luck for me that night and protected me. If I hadn’t been wearing Dutch’s ring, maybe the fall could have killed me. My friends told me that I’d been unconscious when they found me and carried me here for you to tend to me.” He reached to caress her hand. “Let’s get some more sleep. You need yours as well as I do.” He squeezed her hand.

  Darlene squeezed his hand gently. She closed her eyes and listened to him breath until he was sleeping soundly.

  * * * *

  Darlene awakened to the tickling feeling of Rafe kissing her fingers and arousing her with his other hand, caressing her sensitive folds. “Rafe, I’m sleepy, and you’re in no condition to have sex right now.”

  “I feel fine. I want you. God, you’re so beautiful.”

  Hearing his words, she decided his voice sounded strong and definitely aroused. She opened her eyes and discovered he actually did look much better. How did he heal so fast?

  Rafe growled deep in his chest. He captured her mouth, plundered the inside, and lifted her leg over his thighs. “I want you on your hands and knees.” His voice was a rough rasp. His hand moved between her thighs, and he delved one finger deep into her pussy. “Rafe!”

  Movement at the bedroom doorway caught her attention. Oh my, Lucky stood there and watched them. “Lucky, I overslept.”

  The pale light outside the window indicated that dawn neared. The faint light obviously revealed to Lucky that Rafe cupped her breast and caressed her. She felt no embarrassment. Must be from having had sex with both of them the day before. She wouldn’t mind giving in to Rafe right now.

  “Lucky.” Rafe motioned for him to join them. “I’m sorry for going off on you like I did last evening. You’re one of my best friends. I didn’t mean what I said. If I ever pull that again, you can tell me to shut up, and you can give me hell.”

  “Don’t worry about it. No problem. I know you didn�
��t mean it. Looks like you could probably use my help right now though. What do you all want to do about this situation?”

  Darlene inhaled swiftly at the caress of Rafe’s fingers across her opening.

  Rafe’s questioning gaze fell on her. “You’re so wet, already. Are you up for some early morning loving?”

  She raised her eyebrows in question. “If you’re sure you’re up to it.”

  “Oh, yeah. I’m already up for it. I want to devour your pretty pussy.” He took her hand beneath the blanket and curled her fingers around his hard cock.

  She couldn’t help smiling at the mischievous man. “You’re insatiable.”

  “Come on top of me.” Rafe directed her to place her knees on either side of his hips. He helped her untangle herself from the bedcover.

  “Don’t you think I’d better get rid of my clothes first?” She couldn’t help teasing him.

  “That would probably work best.” He grinned at her.

  Lucky unfastened his jeans and shucked them, along with his sneakers. “It’s not mandatory. Clothes can be left on when you’re in a big hurry.”

  Darlene looked at him, and her eyes widened in dubious question. “I take it you’ve had previous occasion to do that?” The picture that presented only heightened her need for the two of them to have a tumble with her.

  “On occasion.” Lucky chuckled, the rather bad-boy sound of his voice giving her more information than his words. She could easily imagine Lucky making himself available for a willing female at any time of the day, or night.

  Darlene shook her head as she smiled at Lucky. She left her bed and undressed, draping her clothes over her antique dressing table bench.

  “Come on, babe. I’m ready and waiting for you.” Rafe held out one hand.

  Darlene wondered exactly how this was going to work with her on top of Rafe. Lucky needed to be involved, too. She had never done this before, or in this kind of situation. “How will this work?”

  “Have you had anal sex before?” Rafe’s soft words sounded tentative.

  “No. I’ve never done that.”

  Rafe smiled at her. “It can be very stimulating, right Lucky?”

  “We can make this really good for you, darlin’.” Lucky grinned at her.

  Although it could be interesting, and hopefully exciting, she had some reservations and misgivings. What if it hurt? These guys were big.

  “If we do anything you don’t like, just tell us, and we’ll stop, okay?” Rafe’s gaze was serious and questioning.

  He always seemed to read her mind. She knew Lucky was gentle and caring, and so was Rafe for that matter. “Okay.” She could trust them not to hurt her. She knew all she had to do was say stop, and they would.

  “I’ll get the condoms.” Lucky headed into her bathroom.

  “Come on top of me.” Rafe gave her a little nudge this time.

  She crawled over him and positioned herself with her knees on either side of Rafe’s hips. In this position she was open to him. He returned to what he’d been doing before, teasing her opening with his fingers. He spread her fluids along her slit, to her clit, and circled that exquisitely sensitive flesh. She couldn’t do anything but feel in this position. His cock jutted upward, ready for her, a bead of cum already formed in the little slit on the swollen head. Trying hard to control her need and her breathing, she touched the bead of moisture with her index finger and spread it over the head of his penis.

  Rafe inhaled swiftly.

  She met his dark gaze. She loved that she could do that to him. She tasted the moisture on her fingertip. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time. She grasped his cock and leaned down closer until she could lick the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue.

  “God, babe.” He writhed beneath her.

  His reaction gave her a feeling of wonderful power and control. Did men feel this way when they pleasured women? She licked the curves of the head of his cock, relishing the shape and textures. Holding the base firmly, she licked down the sides of his even more stiffened cock. He groaned, and his hips and legs moved beneath her.

  Lucky returned with the condoms. “Let’s get these on.” He stopped a few steps from the bed.

  She looked up to see what Lucky was waiting for and met a sight that served to increase her arousal. Completely naked, Lucky stroked the stiffened length of his engorged cock. With his eyelids partly lowered, the hot look he gave her made her vaginal muscles clench. He watched her with a dangerously feral look on his face. His eyes gleamed that blue color again.

  Rafe held out his hand for one of the condoms. “Just in time, buddy.” His voice was a deep rasp. He took the condom Lucky handed him and started to tear open the protective covering.

  “Let me.” She took the condom from Rafe. Fitting it over the head of his cock, she rolled it slowly down as far as it would go. As she smoothed her hand down to the base, his cock surged, becoming even thicker and harder beneath her fingertips. She couldn’t resist closing her hand around the hard thickness of it and squeezing.

  “If you keep that up, I’ll climax before I’m ready, babe. And that could slow things down a bit.” Rafe grinned at her and urged her higher over his torso. “I want to touch you.” His voice was rough with the urgency he must feel.

  She wanted his touch just as much. Balanced above him on her hands and knees, she watched Rafe reach one hand to cup her breast and tweak the nipple. She moaned as a hot jolt raced to her “pussy,” as they referred to her most sensitive flesh. He reached with his other arm and his fingers parted her folds, delved deep between, and stroked her clit again. A sharp moan escaped her.

  “You’re pussy is slick and ready.” Rafe gazed at her with a look of hunger.

  Yes, she was ready to take Rafe’s huge cock inside her. Just thinking about it made her hotter.

  She felt Lucky’s big hands on her hips. He shifted one hand and stroked her back, from her nape all the way down her spine to the sensitive skin just above her butt cheeks. She shivered, and her hips wiggled. He bent over her, and his warm chest grazed her back as he cradled her other breast in his big palm. His pleasant scent of clean man and aftershave blended with Rafe’s virile male scent and swirled around her. He rubbed his thumb across her sensitive nipple and sent more heat to her already-aching opening.

  “God, Lucky.” She wanted someone to bring her to climax, now. “I need…more.” Her breath came in short pants already, and she hadn’t done more than roll a condom onto Rafe’s cock and enjoy Lucky’s caresses. And Lucky didn’t seem to be in any hurry right now. It made her frustrated wanting stronger sensations immediately.

  “My turn, darlin’. I want to slide my fingers through that sweet pussy of yours.”

  Rafe’s tantalizing fingers left her clit and settled on her hip. Lucky held her other hip with one hand and with the other feathered his long fingers between her butt cheeks to her opening. He surprised her, caressing her in that way. His fingers slid through her fluids. Shivers made her writhe with his silken touch, and her butt cheeks brushed against his muscular arm. He dipped inside her opening and circled it, his fingers gliding easily. The sensations teased her, and her muscles clenched. On her hands and knees over Rafe, she could do nothing but feel, and Lucky’s arousing strokes felt so good. She wanted him to slip his finger inside her opening and tantalize her there. “Lucky, I need more.”

  He circled her clit and slid his fingers down again to her opening. After he circled her opening, he smoothed his fingers along her slit to her tight hole. Her muscles tightened even more as all her concentration centered on the pleasure he gave her, while he traced the tight flesh of that little opening. Around and around his fingers slowly stroked. It felt darkly erotic.

  The smooth head of his cock pushed against her vaginal opening. Suddenly he plunged inside until his balls hit the back of her thighs. He pulled out and plunged back in over and over. He pulled out as she began to shiver and her muscles began to tighten. She was so close. A deep moan escaped
her from the sensations. He circled her tight little hole again. Her flesh seemed to swell and soften there. He stopped the circular motion and pressed against the center. She tensed as he slowly pushed the tip of one of his fingers inside her tight hole, oh so gently. The slight stretching caused a little burning ache there with his caresses.

  “Does that feel good, darlin’?” Lucky asked, his voice husky.

  “Yes,” she whispered, and opened her eyes. She hadn’t realized she had closed them. Rafe gazed into her eyes. She gazed back, her eyelids lowering as he squeezed her breast and rubbed across the nipple with his callused thumb. She inhaled deeply with the increased pressure and swelling in her pussy.

  Lucky pushed his finger a little more inside her tight flesh. It burned again as she was stretched. He released her hip from his other hand, smoothed his palm down her belly to stroke her slick labia, circle her clit, and slide over her opening. He pushed inside a little way this time. The combination of the warm feeling at her opening and the pleasurable feeling at her tight hole made her muscles clench Lucky’s fingers. Up and down he stroked her as he slowly pushed his finger deeper inside her tight hole.

  “Darlin’, I’m going to try two fingers now. Tell me if you’re uncomfortable at all, okay?”

  “Yes, I’ll tell you.” She could hardly catch her breath. He left her opening and then eased another finger inside, pushing deeper inside her little hole, reaching and caressing a place that gave her incredible pleasure. She felt so stretched, her flesh clenching with arousal.

  “Lucky! That feels so good.”

  “I’m pleasuring your sweet spot, darlin’.” His breath came faster and deeper now. It was obvious that he was also aroused by what he did for her. He continued to caress her there, and her body shivered and tightened inexorably. “Push your hips back against me, darlin’.”

  She did so, and his other hand left her hip. He delved deep inside her opening with one long finger, gliding up and down her vaginal walls. He stroked her sweet spot with the fingers in her tight hole. Her climax rocked her. “Oh.” Moans escaped her as the contractions pulsed hard with her orgasm, squeezing his talented fingers. The sensations were incredible.