Human and Freakn'

by Eve Langlais

  How Joel wished it was him fingering her, bring her the ecstasy, touching her as she came with a glorious cry that made him shudder all over. God, how he wanted to be a part of that. Then reality hit. Kendrick would claim her if Joel didn’t do something. And who knew what would happen then?

  Would Joel forever lament the woman he almost had? Would the fever and need for this woman suddenly disappear? Maybe he should let Kendrick claim her and hope the human lost her appeal. No. Never. He didn’t want that. Not anymore.

  Ruth called to him. Entranced him. Beautiful and courageous, a part of him knew that even without the mating fever, she would have drawn him, seduced him. Wolf or not, she seemed to entail everything he imagined a woman should be. And more.

  Did he feel any guilt in interrupting? Not one bit.

  So when Kendrick mocked him, licking his fingers, taunting him with the knowledge he tasted her honey first, Joel snapped.

  He dove on his best friend, his lighter body still managing to take Kendrick’s down with sheer momentum and annoyance. He ignored Ruth’s surprised shriek for the pleasure of hitting Kendrick. “Mine,” he growled, more wolf than man at the moment.

  “Mine too,” rumbled his best friend.

  The answer, share, didn’t really penetrate, not when he finally had something to ease his frustration. Smack. Punch. They tussled, careful, though, in their fracas, to avoid rolling into the object of their affection, who didn’t try and step in the way. If not busy defending himself, Joel might have laughed at her huffed, “Idiot men.”

  She got that right. Idiot men in love and still coming to grips with the fact it was with one woman. However, they forgot their differences awful quick when she cried out.

  Separating, Joel sprinted in the direction of her scent, Kendrick at his heels. They soon found Ruth, sprawled on the ground rubbing her ankle. Joel dropped to his knees and lifted her foot. “Did you twist it?”

  “Yes, but not too hard. Just enough to fall. You know me – two left feet.”

  “You shouldn’t have wandered off,” Kendrick chastised.

  “I was afraid of getting in the way of your male bonding moment.”

  “I’m sorry,” Joel said, his thumbs rubbing circles on the skin of her ankle.

  “Me too.”

  “I guess I should add me three since I’m beginning to think the fight was about me. Or am I being blonde again?”

  “Yes, it’s about you, but not your fault.” Joel could see his answer confused her more than anything else.

  “What’s going on with you two? It’s like you’re both …” She trailed off and bit her lower lip.

  “What?” Kendrick asked. “Like we’re what?”

  “Nothing.”

  Joel took a deep breath and said it aloud. “Like we’re both trying to seduce you.”

  “Are you?”

  “Yes.” Their echoed reply resulted in her breath stopping.

  “Ruth? You okay?” Should he give her some first aid, the mouth-to-mouth kind?

  “Are you going to say something?” Kendrick stroked her cheek with the pad of his thumb and her lashes fluttered.

  “Why?” She said it so softly they almost missed it.

  “Because we need you,” Kendrick admitted.

  “Want you.”

  “But why?” She truly sounded confused. “Why me? And why both of you? Isn’t that—I mean, it’s wrong, isn’t it?”

  “Wrong to who?”

  “Everyone. Society. My mother.” Ruth made a face.

  “Love comes in different shapes, honey.”

  “Love?” She said the word in a startled voice. “You mean sex.”

  Kendrick looked like he’d argue, but Joel shook his head. “It’s only wrong if you don’t want it. Do you? Not want this, that is?”

  “I—I don’t know. I shouldn’t, and yet a part of me does.” She seemed embarrassed by her admission. “Maybe it’s the dark. Or this jungle.”

  “Or the fact this is fate?” Kendrick whispered against her temple.

  “Fate I sleep with the two of you? That’s the corniest line yet.” She tittered, yet managed to make it sound wistful.

  “Or the truth,” Joel murmured, dragging her onto his lap. He threaded his fingers through her hair and brought his mouth down on hers.

  At first, her lips moved hesitantly against his, but then Kendrick’s face bent close to take the skin at her nape, and oddly enough, the addition relaxed her. Her mouth softened and Joel took full advantage, plundering her sweet depths, sending his tongue into slide along hers until she clung to him, panting.

  “This is crazy,” she murmured. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “On the contrary,” Kendrick replied. “We should have done this long ago.”

  “On that I agree,” Joel added before diving back in for another taste. Oh, and taste her he did. Her passion, so recently assuaged by his friend, roared back, the scent of her desire surrounding him. Teasing him. The shirt she’d so hastily donned went flying as Kendrick got rid of it. Joel took care of her pants, pushing them down until they went the way of her top and boots. When she would protest, he’d kiss her while Kendrick tweaked something on her body. They made her forget all she’d learned about good girls and morality, and drowned her in sensation.

  Worried about chafing her delicate skin, Joel lay on his back and dragged her atop him, his pants the only barrier between them, his shirt left behind in his mad dash to find her. His hands roamed the skin of her back and buttocks, cupping, caressing, occasionally encountering Kendrick also touching. It didn’t bother him as he expected. How could it with her excitement driving him mad?

  “God, she’s so wet,” Kendrick murmured in a voice thick with need.

  “Let me feel.” Joel slid his hand between them, his fingers sliding through her curls to her moist cleft. Mmm, so slick, and despite the fact Kendrick already seesawed a digit, he added his own finger, stretching her tight channel to include one more. So taboo, and yet so right.

  “Oh. Oh.” Her cries of pleasure grew in pitch.

  “Help me roll her,” Kendrick growled. Quickly grasping his plan, they flipped her to her back, her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder, her bottom half denuded and perfect against him. His hands roamed her body, learning every ones of her curves, the spots that made her gasp. When Kendrick bent his head to suck at her breasts, Joel slid his hand to the prize between her thighs. Wet, so wet, he circled her clit with a slick finger, his cock a throbbing presence against her lower back.

  “I can’t take it anymore,” he gasped as her channel pressed on his digits, the flesh quivering, needing something more to fill her.

  “That makes two of us. Make that three,” Kendrick chuckled as he drew her up against him to kiss, a perfect diversion while Joel quickly unbuckled his pants, letting his cock, so hard for her, spring forth.

  Breaking off his kiss, Kendrick rolled Ruth back to face Joel. Her hands flattened against his chest, but she didn’t quite kneel – Kendrick held her suspended just over him, probably to spare her knees from the harsh stone floor. Joel was beginning to see the benefits of a partner more and more. In her suspended position over him, he could easily rub his swollen head against her slick clit while his lips captured hers. The sweet moan she emitted was caught by his mouth and the one after as he continued to slide himself against her.

  “Fuck it, Joel. I can’t keep watching. Ready?”

  “Hell yeah.” Lifting her just enough to position her over his cock, Kendrick pushed her down on Joel’s length. He felt her stretching and enveloping him in her decadent heat, felt her, just about died, and gasped for air.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  “That’s it, take it honey,” Kendrick encouraged.

  Poor Joel was beyond speech. The molten heat of her stole all rational thought. Thankfully, Kendrick was there to help him out. With his hands on her hips, he moved her atop Joel, rocked her body so that it took him deep, so deep, Joel wanted to how
l. So deep he never wanted it to stop. Back and forth, Ruth slid, a willing passenger of her passion.

  And then she was gone.

  About to protest, Joel opened his eyes and saw the most erotic sight. Kendrick held her around the hips and thrust into her, but it was Joel’s chest she dug her nails into. And then Joel’s mouth she kissed as his best friend slammed into her from behind.

  The smell of sex and passion permeated the air. Tinged everything in a hazy, erotic rush that made him cheer his friend on silently, his cock heaving and thrusting in time to their strokes.

  Then it was his turn again for her to ride his cock, bouncing and gasping as Kendrick twisted her nipples. Up Joel thrust, burying himself to the hilt and grinding, swirling into her as she practically sobbed in pleasure.

  Airborne she went again, bent over and crying out as once again Kendrick took possession of her sweet pussy, pounding her soft flesh while Joel reached out to grab her perfectly hard peaks, rolling them between his fingers before leaning up to bite them. She yelped.

  “Oh God, I’m right there,” Kendrick gasped.

  “Fuck her.” Joel couldn’t believe he said it. But he did, and said it again. “Fuck her hard. I want to hear her scream.”

  And yell she did as Kendrick bucked wildly into her. Joel would never forget the sight of her climaxing; she was beauty personified. And then that perfection was sliding back onto his cock, her channel quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. His dick went wild in the wet heat of her quivering flesh.

  With Kendrick’s hands guiding, she bobbed up and down Joel’s length, bounced hard enough her sweet little tits jiggled and Joel’s hips arched up, pushing into her deeper, faster.

  Joel reached between their bodies, found her clit, so swollen already. He rolled it between his fingers and drew out the most delicious holler of his name from her as she came again. Holy freakn’ hell. He’d never imagined a woman’s sex could squeeze him so tight. She milked Joel with the force of her orgasm. Drew his cock into her body, pulsed all around it until with a yell to bring down the ruins, Joel came.

  And almost forgot himself. His wolf surged to the forefront. Begged him for a bite. He just about gave in. Sanity prevailed by the barest of threads. Biting meant wounding her. In the jungle. Without a first-aid kit amidst all the possible bacteria their wild locale could bring.

  Much as it hurt his gums and made his wolf howl, he abstained. But, he didn’t know for how long he’d manage that. Judging by the battle waged on Kendrick’s face, they didn’t have much time before they lost all control.

  He just hoped they could make it to civilization – and a bed – first.

  Chapter 11

  Oh my God. What did I do?

  Coming down off her orgasmic high, Ruth let the insanity of what she’d done overwhelm her. She’d just slept with two guys. No, that wasn’t accurate. Slept sounded too tame. She’d fucked two guys, at the same time.

  Never mind she’d enjoyed it – had she completely lost her mind? It was one thing to fantasize about getting naughty with two men, another to act on it – and so totally enjoy it. Enjoyment aside, euphoria fading, reality set in, along with a good dose of shame at her behavior. How could she have done it?

  Embarrassed and needing some space – and some clothes – she went to move off of Joel only to have him wrap his arms around her and draw her down to his bare chest.

  “Let me go.” She pushed at his chest to no avail.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” Her tight voice gave her away.

  “Why are you so upset? Did we hurt you?” Kendrick asked, his hand stroking her back, his voice laced with concern.

  “I’m not upset or hurt.” She didn’t come close to sounding convincing and her throat got tighter as they tried to comfort her, but guilt at her wantonness wouldn’t let her relax.

  “Shh, querida. It’s alright.”

  “No, it’s not.” Again, she pushed at his chest.

  “Why do you say that?” Kendrick queried, his hand still rubbing circles on her back.

  “Good girls don’t – don’t –” Forget saying it aloud. Her tongue wouldn’t let her, not with her shame clogging her throat. What would they think of her? So what if they’d teased and insisted? Sleeping with two guys, best friends, while on a mission to save her sister was wrong. Pleasurable. At times frightening with its intensity. Shocking to a girl raised to believe in one man, one woman. So not done where she came from. So taboo.

  “Good girls don’t have the time of their life?” Bless Joel, he tried to lighten the situation, but embarrassment nevertheless assailed her.

  “Yes. No. Don’t you think there’s something a little wrong with this picture?” A picture she’d love to have a copy of so she could take it out and look at it and remember, alone, her moment of glory.

  “Looks perfectly fine to me,” Kendrick drawled.

  “Most definitely,” Joel agreed. “We could do it again if you’d like, just to make sure.”

  “Again? With both of you?” she squeaked. Did they not grasp that what they’d just done was the problem?

  “Well, I’d prefer to wash off first, but if you’re impatient, then I could be persuaded.” The fingers on her back tickled lower, and lower. Darn it all if she didn’t feel an answering spark, despite her embarrassment at her wanton behavior.

  “I …” She clamped her lips shut as she realized she didn’t know how to answer. In all her wild imaginings, she’d never actually slept with both guys at once. Fantasy was one thing, but reality? So much better. “This doesn’t bother you at all?”

  “What part?”

  “You know. Um, the whole sharing thing.” Because it sure as hell wigged her out.

  “I’ll admit, it wasn’t my first choice.” Joel tempered his reply with a soft kiss.

  “Or mine. But hey, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. It’s not like we had a choice.”

  In other words, because she wouldn’t choose or they couldn’t, they decided to both have a turn with the only girl around. The rest of her climatic euphoria dissipated. How foolish of her to think for even a moment that sex with the two of them meant something more. She’d just helped them scratch an itch.

  “Glad I could help,” she snapped, pushing off Joel’s body and standing. Naked in the gloom, she crossed her arms over her chest as she looked around for her clothes.

  “Why does she look angry?” Kendrick whispered.

  “I don’t know. I thought she enjoyed it.”

  Her cheeks burned as they spoke. “She’s right here. And yes, it was fun. But it won’t happen again.”

  “What? Why not?” Kendrick almost yelled.

  “Because it’s obvious it only happened because you had no other options available.”

  “You don’t seriously think that, do you?” Joel asked, jumping to his feet, his hands buttoning pants that never even got removed in their haste.

  “Oh please, like either of you would have paid me a second glance outside of the jungle. I’m blonde, but not stupid.”

  “You think we wouldn’t have done this if we were anywhere else?” Joel sounded dumbfounded by the idea. Like she’d fall for that.

  “You’re beautiful.” Kendrick sounded so sincere.

  “When there’s no competition around,” she retorted, giving up on her underwear, which were too wet to comfortably put on. She slid on her pants instead, feeling better once they covered her bottom.

  “We’re attracted to you. And trust me when I say it has nothing to do with you being the only woman. We’ll prove it when we leave the jungle.”

  “Sure you will.” Tears blurred her eyes as part of her wanted to believe them, but years of rejection and rude remarks came back to haunt her. “Just like you’d both sleep with the same girl at the same time if you had the choice.”

  “No, that’s something we only did for you.”

  “Because I wouldn’t choose between you. I get it. I do. And it was grea
t, really. Although, I’d appreciate you keeping it to yourselves.”

  “We don’t kiss and tell,” Kendrick replied tightly. “But we’re also not going to hide the fact you belong to us.”

  “Belong?” For a moment, her heart pattered in excitement at his dominant claim. “I’m not a possession. I don’t belong to anyone.”

  “Of course you don’t,” Joel soothed. “What he meant to say was, we both have feelings for you, and you can’t expect us to hide that fact. The others of our group are going to notice, no matter what, that we’ve become involved.”

  “No they won’t because this won’t happen again. I won’t be used.”

  “We’re not using you, dammit!” Kendrick’s yell was met with a sifting of dust.

  “Shit. We need to get her out of here.” Before she could finish hauling her arms through the holes of her shirt, she found herself hustled down dark paths. How they knew the way out when she couldn’t see the hand in front of her she couldn’t figure out, but eventually, she recognized the square of sunlight when they turned a corner. Breaking free of their hands, she practically ran for the opening, eager to escape not just her gullible shame in letting two men use her body so pleasurably, but her own desperate desire to believe them.

  Allowing herself for one moment to trust them when they said they liked her, wanted her, and expected more from her just couldn’t happen. Not if she wanted to keep her sanity. Not if she wanted to keep her heart. A heart she feared she’d already lost, to two men.

  Stumbling through the hole, Ruth crawled onto the trampled grass only belatedly noticing the bare feet. A pair of very tanned bare feet.

  Uh-oh.

  Ruth’s shriek saw Kendrick sprinting the last few yards to the exit. Forget talking to Joel about her rejection and disbelief in their affection. His mate needed him.

  With no heed to possible danger, he dove through the opening, Joel right behind him. They sprang to their feet behind Ruth who stood face to face with a tanned male. Immediately, his body bristled and his wolf snarled at the stranger. Sniffing, he took in the aroma of the man eyeing them with a hint of mockery. A cat, or so his wolf claimed with head-tossed disdain.