by Dani April
“If your relationship with us isn’t a part of getting on with your future, then what would you call it?”
Sarah thought about an honest answer for a moment. “Good friendship, good companionship, and fantastic sex. That’s all nice, but we can’t build a future on it. You have your world, and I have mine.” A thought occurred to her and she became serious. “In a way, though there are three of you, we face the same problems I faced with my fiancé. We’re from different worlds, and there’s no way to reconcile that,” she told him with a sorry lilt in her voice. “We can’t have a future, Lance. We can only have tonight.”
He gave a frustrated grunt which told her he didn’t like it one bit, but accepted her words as the truth and the untenable predicament they found themselves in as unsolvable.
“Why don’t we catch a cab and go back to my place?” she whispered to him across the tiny nightclub table.
“Why don’t we go to mine instead?” he offered.
“Where are you staying?”
“The Ritz-Carlton.”
“Battery Park or Central Park?”
“Central Park.”
“You’re not staying in the same hotel as TJ?”
“No. Because I’m selfish, and tonight you’re all mine.”
Sarah moaned inwardly at his words, and desire raced through her body. Already her pussy was damp with anticipation of what was to come, and her head swam with naughty fantasies that were about to come true.
“I’ve never spent a night in a man’s hotel room before,” she told him.
“Tonight you will.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m ready,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Fourteen
Thinking ahead, Lance ordered the cab driver to take them back to Sarah’s apartment first. She needed to pack an overnight bag and gather some things so she would feel fresh in the morning and not so much like she had just concluded a one-night stand.
Lance waited with the cab and told the driver to keep the meter running while he double-parked on the street in front of Sarah’s apartment building. Sarah ran upstairs and was back to the cab in less than ten minutes toting a canvas overnight bag over her shoulder. When she crawled in the backseat with him, he took her in his arms. The faintest whiff of perfume she must have applied while hunting for morning clothes in her apartment floated to his nostrils off the soft outline of her throat.
An erection was slowly swelling in his pants. He clutched her curves against him and caressed her shoulder through the thin fabric of her shirt. She rested her head back against his chest, and together they watched the bright lights of the various boroughs they passed through on their way back into Manhattan.
The round-trip cab ride came to just over eighty dollars, and Lance gave the driver a hundred and told him to keep it.
A valet was quick to open the back door of the cab. Lance got out first carrying her overnight bag and helped Sarah stand.
He put his arm around her shoulder, and a doorman opened the front door for them. They walked through the plush elegance of the lobby in each other’s arms oblivious to the world and everything in it except what was to come once they got upstairs.
It felt good to have a woman to take to bed with him once again. He had not had sex since his wife died because he was not the type of man for casual affairs. He had to know who he was with first and enjoy all aspects of her as a person, not only just her body.
Sarah was his mate as far as Lance was concerned, and although this might be the only night they ever got to spend together, to him it didn’t feel casual or impulsive. It felt natural and right to have her in his arms as they rode up on the elevator to his room.
Lance had wanted to fuck Sarah after he first met her and had a chance to talk with her in the corral of the Circle T. That had been less than two weeks ago, but in a way he had waited patiently for this moment over ten years ever since he lost his first mate.
Sarah’s eyes lit up when she saw the room and the view of Central Park from the twentieth floor. He felt a warm sense of satisfaction inside when he thought he had made her happy, but knew she wasn’t the type of woman to be impressed by material things.
However, he had gone to this hotel and rented this spectacular room just for her and for them, for their night together. Now he was pleased his efforts had paid off by making her feel joy.
“It’s kind of scary,” she told him as she looked out the window. He came up behind her, grabbed her possessively in his arms, and watched with her. “Being on top of the city and seeing the world from a new perspective makes me think anything is possible.”
He moved her hair out of the way and kissed down her neck, tasting her, smelling the enticing fragrance dabbed on her skin and picking up the scent of the even-more-charming aroma which was the body of the woman he held.
“I want to worship you all night,” he whispered into her skin as the flight of his kisses continued downward.
He heard her purr in satisfaction. “That sounds like a nice proposition.”
His hands were roaming around her front to cup her breasts. He wanted to throw her back onto the satin bedsheets and pull her snug-fitting little shorts down her legs and have her right then. But her enjoyment was more important than anything else. When his pleasure finally came, it would only matter if she felt the same intensity he did.
Reluctantly he pulled himself away and turned her about in his arms to face him. “They have very luxurious bath amenities here. Would you like to take a hot shower and get comfortable first?”
Her mind seemed to go far away, and he was alarmed to see her eyes grow big and get wet. Placing her arms around his neck she brought him down to her for a kiss.
“You’re so sweet, Lance,” she said. “And this day we’ve spent together has been one of the nicest of my life.”
“You were a good tour guide,” he told her.
“I’d like all my days to be like this one.”
“Maybe they can be.”
“Do you think we can work something out?”
“I don’t see why not. You have three shape-shifters who’d do just about anything to make you happy.”
“Thank you.” Their lips touched again. She tasted pure and wholesome and like sweet nectar. “I think I would like that shower now. But I promise not to make you wait long.”
She picked up her bag and bounded into the bathroom. Lance adjusted his erection inside his pants and watched her cute little body disappear around the corner and waited impatiently for her return.
* * * *
Sarah took a quick but very delectable hot shower in the large, comfortable bathroom of the suite. One of the guest amenities was a lovely fragranced body lotion that she applied to all parts of her body with special consideration given to her breasts and the apex of her thighs. The thick white liquid was soothing and an utter luxury as she rubbed it along her skin, her eyes closed to savor the sensation.
Stepping from the shower, she found a large terry-waffle bathrobe with the hotel insignia waiting for her on a hook behind the door. It fell to well past her knees when she slipped it over her shoulders, but was an instant comfort as the soft cotton massaged her naked flesh beneath. Using a bath towel, she wiped steam off the bathroom mirror and briefly looked at her reflection then placed the clothes she would wear in the morning on top of the vanity.
Feeling totally relaxed from her shower, she opened the door and stepped on bare feet out onto the thick carpeting of the bedroom. Lance waited for her on top of the bed. He had undressed and now wore the same large white bathrobe with the hotel insignia she wore.
“Thank you for the shower, Lance. It was a wonderful idea,” she said, still glowing from the luxury of the bathroom.
“You’re welcome.”
“Do you want to take a shower next?” she asked.
He gave her a half frown. “Do you think I need to?”
She got on top of the king-sized bed with him and crawled across
the floral white sheets until she was in his arms. He kissed her lips, and she felt his whiskers tickle her face. Pulling back his robe to reveal the hairs on his chest, she inhaled deeply of his masculine scent and knew at once she could not wait for him anymore. She had to have him now. Her legs already felt weak, and her pussy was wet and swollen, the foretaste of her man having flamed her desire.
“I think you’ll pass inspection,” she told him.
He was rough from repressed craving as he ran a hand up her body and to the back of her head. Entwining his fingers in her hair, he forced her to look up at him, and she saw voracious hunger seated deep in his handsome brown eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her in a deep baritone that came from between tortured breaths.
“No, I’m not. I’m just average,” she answered him honestly, but held in his arms on top of the giant bed in the middle of that luxurious suite she did feel beautiful, and more importantly felt desired.
“For this one night you’re my mate,” he whispered between kisses down her face. He parted the front of her robe and bent to devour a breast, his greedy tongue searching out her nipple until it had billowed under his wet caress.
“Yes. I am all yours tonight, Lance.” She gasped and held him to her. His probing tongue tortured her as it fanned her need.
Soon he had divested her of the robe, and she was naked on top of the sheets, his to do with as he wanted. His job was to provide her pleasure and her job to accept and enjoy.
He kissed down her belly, down her neatly trimmed pubic mound, his mouth leaving sparks of electricity and a faint trail of saliva as he dived deeper. Involuntarily her legs parted for him. Then he plunged his face between them, and his glorious tongue was licking at her clit, bringing it from the swollen folds of her pussy and lavishing pleasure deep within her velvety folds.
Sarah grabbed him by his hair and cried out shrilly to the ceiling. She couldn’t stand it. This was too intimate, too intense, and her muscles were pulsing outside of her control. Oh God, it was frightening. He was taking her and forcing an orgasm on her, demanding one. His tongue and lips worked together to cause a dark medley of sensation to course through her body. Her back arched above the sheets, and her feet kicked the mattress.
A gasp escaped her lips and then a scream, and she moaned incoherent words in an imploring voice. Finally her voice broke down into sobs and a whimper, her body tensed up, and she shivered with unspoiled bliss.
He came back up her body, his arms on each side of her and his weight pinning her to the bed. When he kissed her and she opened her mouth for him, she tasted the sweetness of her own climax on his tongue.
“You’re mine,” he told her in a raw voice that brooked no denial of his claim.
Her chest was heaving so hard she could hardly get the words out. “Yes, Lance…Yes…I am yours, darling.”
“You won’t ever leave me or the pack!” This came out as half demand, half plea.
“No. You’ve convinced me I belong with you three guys. We’ll make it work out somehow.”
“I have to be with you, Sarah. I can’t give you up after just one night.”
“I need you, too, darling.” She held him and kissed him and braced herself against all that would surely come from these errant promises made in the night.
* * * *
They lay in the jumble of bed linens, their naked bodies entwined, Lance holding Sarah protectively against his chest. He had kept good on his promise to worship her body through the night. Once more he had eaten her pussy until she had begged him to both stop and continue at the same time. Then he had covered his painfully swollen cock in rubber and buried himself between her legs, driving them both to new heights that resulted in the sated exhaustion and peaceful afterglow that they now rested in.
Outside their window the world was turning pink as Sunday morning had arrived over a city they had forgotten even existed once they shut the door to their room.
Lance’s mind was quiet, and he was thinking better than he had in years, probably better than he had in ten years since he’d lost his first mate. He gently stroked Sarah’s shoulder and whispered assurances in her ear that all would be well.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday,” he spoke softly, too awed by the beauty he held in his arms to raise his voice above a murmur.
“What’s that?” she asked through a drowsy state of half sleep and gave him a kiss on top of his chest. “We talked about a lot of things yesterday.”
“About you coming out to the Circle T to visit us.”
“I loved the Circle T,” she assured him as she smoothed down his chest hair with a feathery touch.
“In the beginning you could come to visit us a couple times a month. We could introduce you to the families who make up our pack. I think once you got to know everybody you’d like them.”
“A couple times a month?” Sarah picked her head up from his chest as the sleepy state fast left her and her mind started to focus on the problem he’d laid before her. “Darling, I can’t afford to fly out there that often. Unlike you guys I’m not a rich land owner. I have to work to make a living.”
“That isn’t a problem.” He patted her back down to his chest with a soft touch of her arm. “We can book the flights for you and pay for them.”
She shook her head but stayed down against his chest. “You can’t do that,” she corrected him.
“But why not?” Lance was at a loss as to why she would put up a fight against something so simple when they all seemed to want the same thing.
“Darling, just think about how that would look to my friends and family here in New York and also how it would make me feel.” Her voice was gentle. She wasn’t upset. She was just trying to bring him around to see a delicate point.
“I guess I don’t understand,” he admitted.
“I’d be taking money from three men who were flying me out to their ranch to fuck me…”
He put a finger over her lips to stop her. “Don’t say it like that,” he chastised her. “It sounds very crude, and you know that’s not the way any of us feels.”
She removed his hand from her lips, gave it a kiss, and continued. “I know that’s not how it would feel to you, but that’s how it would feel to me. Please just try to understand.”
“All right. I’m trying.”
“As nice as it sounds, that isn’t a solution.”
The sticky details of their unsolved problems were needling the back of his mind, and Lance put his arm over his head, stared up at the ceiling, and tried to think things through.
“Very well,” he announced to her. “We’ll just have to fly out here to the city to see you then.”
This brought a smile to her face. “I’d love it if you could.”
“It won’t be easy,” he told her and mentally started calculating the problems the absence of the pack leadership would cause. “We’ll have to move some things around and adjust some other things. One of us might be able to make it out here to see you every other month or so.”
Her face darkened, and her gaze fell, dejected, back down to his chest where she still fingered his hair. “If you all can’t come together then I’d only be able to see each one of you individually a few times a year.”
“We can’t all come out together. TJ and I shouldn’t both be out here now at the same time. If any trouble gets started back home, Ryan wouldn’t be able to deal with it all on his own.”
Sarah gave a sigh and readjusted her body next to his, her soft, naked curves fitting snuggly up against his much harder form. “I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. We don’t even know if Ryan wants me, and quite frankly I don’t think I know Ryan well enough to say if I want him.”
“I thought you already slept with Ryan?”
“Yes. That’s when he put this ridiculous mark on my shoulder.”
Lance felt a stab of pain at her words. “That mark isn’t ridiculous,” he told her sharply. “As a matter of fact
we’d all want to put one on some part of your body if we go through with a relationship together.”
“Oh God!” Sarah was starting to get upset, and frankly she had angered him with her comment about the mating mark.
But this was the exact opposite of what he wanted especially after spending such a lovely day and night with her.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he tried to soothe her with a soft voice. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”
She calmed down, but rolled over on her side facing away from him. Curling her body into a little ball beneath the covers, she didn’t speak to him again and soon fell asleep.
Lance got up out of bed a few minutes later after he had made certain Sarah continued in a peaceful sleep. Careful not to disturb her, he walked over to his window, facing the park from so many stories in the air, and looked out at the city, a city he really didn’t like all that well because it’s very presence was responsible for keeping his new mate from him.
Chapter Fifteen
Sarah stirred under the covers of the big hotel bed. Exhausted from a most eventful weekend, she had only gotten a few hours of sleep and needed this time to crash and catch up.
Her dreams turned on a dime from a sense of serenity to one of disquiet. She was out west on the Great Plains again, but everything was purple and golden, and she knew this was not a real place, only one conjured from her subconscious.
Ryan was there with her. He didn’t have his shirt on and looked big and strong and very capable. If it came down to a vote, though she doubted there was democracy in a wolf pack, she would have voted for Ryan as her Alpha in a heartbeat. He was everything a leader should be, and his presence made her feel like she didn’t have to bear anymore burdens alone. Ryan would always be with her to be a partner in everything.
“I’ve been so worried about you, Sarah,” Ryan told her.
To her horror, Sarah looked down at her body and saw she was naked, only clasping the bedclothes from the hotel around her body to protect her modesty. If it was possible to blush in a dream, she did so right then.