by Eve Langlais
Nude, yet not chilled, surrounded as she was by male flesh, hands roamed her skin, teased her flesh. Lips tasted her skin, licked it, set it tingling. Eyes closed, she couldn’t see who possessed her mouth, but she still knew. Kendrick, his lips and kisses hard and demanding whereas Joel devoured her. He took her mouth like a man starving, his passion so contagious.
When the mouths began to wander, though, oh my. Her eyes closed as they both settled on a breast; it was the height of decadence, especially since she couldn’t really differentiate between them, not when they seemed intent on mimicking each other in their torture of her nipples.
Lick. Blow on the wet skin. Suck. Nip. And repeat. Rough hands, the calloused grip of men who used their fingers to work, played with her small breasts, kneading her flesh as they worshipped with their mouths. All too soon she found herself on a swaying bed, naked bodies on either side. Her legs were splayed, a heavy thigh pinning her left leg, an ankle hooked around her right. Fingers tickled up a thigh, others ran lightly back and forth at the top of her mound.
Lips sought hers for a hungry kiss. She opened her mouth wide and let Joel in, eager for his passion. Fingers, whose she didn’t know, sought entry into her sex. About time. She wiggled her hips eagerly, mewling in need when they only toyed, rubbing around her lower lips.
“Hold onto that thought, querida, because I want to feel that orgasm around my cock.”
Why did she have to wait? She opened eyes heavy with passion to see Joel rolling off the swaying hammock. With a little more manipulation, Kendrick helping Joel to position her, she found herself sideways, her head pillowed on Kendrick’s hard abs, his cock peeking to her left, his body curved around her so he could watch as Joel held her thighs apart.
The look he bestowed upon her splayed sex made her blush right down to her toes.
“Oh, querida, if you knew how I love it when you do that,” he murmured. He brought his cock close to the core of her, one hand stroking its length. Her pussy twitched in response. She remembered the feel of him inside, so long and curved at the tip.
Her breathing hitched as he rubbed his swollen head across her clit. Shuddered. “I can’t resist,” he groaned. He dropped to his knees and a moment later, his tongue ran across her sex. Ruth groaned, then groaned again as he plied her with his tongue, flicking it across her swollen little nub, quick strokes that had her reaching for his hair as she panted, “Yes, yes, oh yes.”
Not to be left out, Kendrick toyed with her nipples, and she blindly turned to find his cock, releasing one hand to grasp at it and bring it to her mouth. She sucked him as Joel tongued her, moaning her pleasure, body shuddering and shivering at all the pleasurable sensations. Her orgasm coiled inside, an ever tightening spring. When Joel tore his mouth from her, she yelled around the dick in her mouth, “Don’t stop!”
Joel sank his cock into her pussy. Deep. Hard. She cried out, moaned as he dragged it back, then slammed it home. Each of the strokes brought forth a sound, and those hums of delight vibrated the shaft she still sucked.
“Oh fuck, go faster, Joel,” Kendrick panted. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
And the pace quickened. Joel’s fingers dug into her ass cheeks, holding her slightly up and off the bed, all the better to slam his cock into her. The fleshy sound of smacking bodies competed with the pants and moans. Kendrick matched the pace, his hips thrusting into her mouth. Faster, oh God. Deeper. Thank goodness for the hand she wrapped around the base of the dick in her mouth, because he’d gotten so thick. But she couldn’t get enough of the one further below. With each delicious stroke, Joel hit her sweet spot. Over and over again. Dear God, the sensation proved almost painful in its exquisiteness.
Kendrick pulled free a moment before her teeth came perilously close to clamping down. A good thing too, because a moment later, she came, rode a wave of pleasure as Joel pistoned into her, his mouth on the skin of her breast. He grunted her name, “Ruth!” as he thrust one final time into her, and his climax must have been as good as hers because he bit her with enough pressure to cause a painful pinch. She yelled, but then moaned as he sucked at her abused spot, his hips grinding against her, drawing out her orgasm.
Forget passing out, though. Kendrick’s cock returned to her mouth, insistent and determined for its grand finale.
Better able to concentrate with her body cooling down, she gripped him above the sac and sucked him, marveling at his thickness, a pulsing width that just grazed past her teeth. But he wasn’t content to just let her play. With a little shifting, his cock hung suspended above her as Kendrick rolled to his knees on the hammock, rocking them, but she didn’t fear falling as Joel steadied them with firm hands.
Kendrick grunted as he thrust into her mouth and she savored him, sucking him deep, then letting her teeth rub along his smooth length when he pulled out.
Something warm trickled over her pussy and she squeaked.
“Easy, honey,” Kendrick shushed. “Joel’s just cleaning you off so I can enjoy you.”
Surely he didn’t plan to … Oh God, he did. Somehow managing a sixty-nine on the hammock, Kendrick lowered his head to her cleaned pussy and licked. She bucked. Moaned. Dug her nails into his hard thighs as she siphoned him. Kendrick toyed even more with her hyper-sensitized clit, and as if that weren’t enough, Joel thrust his fingers into her. Her body, still coming down from its orgasmic high, approved of this, and the desire she’d thought sated roared back to life. Kendrick murmured his enjoyment against her mound and his cock grew impossibly thicker.
“I want you to come all over my cock, honey,” he murmured against her skin. “I’m going to slip my fat dick inside you and fuck you so hard. And you’re going to tremble for me.”
True to his word, he flipped off the hammock, leaving her panting and aching for him. He flipped her onto her stomach, spread her legs, grabbed her by the waist to hike her up, and plowed into her. Drove his dick into her quivering pussy and fucked her hard. It sounded so vulgar to even think it, but it wasn’t gentle, not the way he thrust into her. Best of all, Ruth loved it. He slammed into her body – a body already softened by Joel’s initial foray, and she took it, with short pants of bliss. Her climax tumbled free, a soul-searing, blindness-inducing, limb-jolting pleasure, and Kendrick roared. He curved his body over her, his hips grinding so fast against her buttocks, and as he came, he bit her on the back of the shoulder. But the pain sent her spiraling again, a pleasure so intense, so perfect, she collapsed.
Were intense orgasms like that a werewolf thing? Did they plan to infect her? Did she care at the moment? Given the fact she couldn’t open her eyes or move a limb, sated beyond words, she’d worry about it in the morning.
Maybe after they tried that again a time or two, possibly three.
Chapter 16
Ruth stirred, the morning light bugging her closed eyes.
“About time you woke up, Ruthie.”
“Carlie. Is that you? I had the strangest dream,” she murmured, turning on her lumpy mattress. God, she needed to shop for a new one. “I dreamt you were lost in the jungle and…” She didn’t finish her sentence. Why would she when her fluttering eyes spotted the green canopy overhead?
“It wasn’t a dream,” Carlie replied.
“Apparently. But this also isn’t the hut I went to sleep in.”
“You call that sleep?” Carlie snickered.
Ruth didn’t bother blushing. Not with her sister. “More like a climax coma then. How long was I out? And where are we?” she asked, peeking around at the trees and flora surrounding them.
“Almost back to the real world. Here, drink this. It will help clear your head.”
“Are you sure? It’s not, you know, poisoned or anything, is it?”
Carlie laughed. “No. Your humanity is safe.”
Taking the cup, Ruth drank the cool liquid within, fresh water with a hint of honey. “Where are Kendrick and Joel?”
“Your mates? Male bonding with mine and a few others over there
.”
“Mates? No. We didn’t get married like you.” But they’d sure whooped it up. Wow. Even remembering brought a tingle. “I can’t believe I slept with them both at once.”
“Way to go, little sister. I wouldn’t have thought you had it in you.”
“I did. Times two.” Ruth giggled, a tad hysterically. “Oh my God, I slept with werewolves. Does this mean I’m going to turn shaggy on the full moon and crave Scooby snacks?”
Her sister’s lips twitched. “Sorry to disappoint, but no, lycanthropy is not contagious. You’re still one hundred percent human.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.”
“Bad about what? That I can change into the first golden jaguar to ever join the tribe? I actually like it more and more every day.”
“So, that’s it? You’re going to be catwoman for life?”
“As far as I know.”
“You know, most families have a black sheep.”
Carlie tossed her head. “I always did like to do things a little different.”
“That you do, but if you think I’m cleaning out any litter boxes …”
A laugh bubbled out of her sister. “Don’t you dare start getting me catnip for Christmas.”
A mischievous grin pulled at Ruth’s lips. “How about a windup mouse?”
“Seriously, though, I know this is a lot to take.”
“You’re telling me. How am I supposed to explain this to Mom and Dad without them having kittens?”
Carlie winced at the pun. “About Mom and Dad – they can’t know.”
“You have to tell them something, or are you going to let them think you’re dead?”
“Of course not!”
“Then what?”
“I don’t know. Just tell them that I love them. That I’m okay, and I’ll be visiting them soon. Tell them I’m documenting the traditions and whatnot of jungle men and will be back in a few weeks.”
“Traditions?” Ruth snickered. “Is that what you’re calling sex with them? I think you like them more than you want to admit.”
“I don’t love them if that’s what you’re implying. Lust after their bodies, yes, but I don’t love those manipulative jerks.”
“Says the girl who would rather stay with them than come home.”
“Like I said, it’s complicated. There are things I need to learn. Things I need to know. But rest assured, I will be in touch.”
“She will be safe with us,” Acat stated, coming up on them silently.
“I’m gonna put a bell on you,” Carlie snarled.
“I’d like to see you try,” Acat replied.
“I’ll help,” Chaob chimed in, also appearing suddenly. “It is time for us to leave, datura. We’ve come as far as we can with them.”
With a sigh, Carlie stood, flanked by men who, by their very stance, let it be known they’d defend her with their lives, and in their eyes, Ruth saw they did it because they cared for her. She’s in good hands. It still made Ruth cry to know her sister was staying behind, because despite Carlie’s claim, she could tell her sister loved them.
Final hugs and kisses were exchanged, then Ruth cringed as she watched Carlie’s face contort, part rictus of pain, part holy-freakn’ shit as her bones literally melted and reshaped until standing before her was a golden freakn’ feline.
“Meowr?” The cat cocked its head and Ruth smiled.
“You make a beautiful kitty,” she told her sister. With a sniff and twitch of her tail, her furry sibling bounded off, a pair of sleek jaguars shadowing her.
Tears still ran down her cheeks when Kendrick and Joel came up behind her. Kendrick’s arms wrapped around her body and hugged her tight. “It’s alright, honey. Much as I hate to say it, she’s in good hands.”
“You mean paws.”
“Whatever. Let’s get out of here. While we slept, drugged again somehow, those furry bastards had us transported back to the edge of civilization. We’re apparently only a few hours away from running water and a bed.”
And they were, too, along with their bags. It seemed their slumber after the extreme sex fest in the jungle wasn’t one hundred percent natural. Ruth didn’t know how many days they lay unconscious, but it proved enough to get them back to a remote village on the other side of the jungle.
Emerging from the green world she’d gotten used to felt surreal. The tiny village they arrived in – not the same one they’d embarked from – seemed noisy and chaotic after the naturalness of the forest. So much had happened. So many things churned in her mind – and her heart. She already missed her sister desperately, but at the same time, she envied her. Carlie would get to live the dream. Live with and love two men – once she allowed herself – without fear of persecution, and if they spoke truly, for life.
What did Ruth get to look forward to? Going back to her boring life. A mundane existence that didn’t include the two hunks who taught her what passion simmered below her surface. Who introduced her to a world of pleasure. Who would now get on with their lives in Canada while she went back to hers.
But they didn’t dump her right away, much to her surprise, especially given the interested looks they got from the local girls. To their credit, Kendrick and Joel didn’t pay the flirtation any mind, showering her with affection at every turn. She didn’t read too much into it. She knew them well enough to know they’d not disrespect her in that fashion.
As they traveled, they hovered close by, Joel or Kendrick guiding her along the rutted paths of the villages with a hand in the middle of her back. Not willing to wait on the bus and their wonky schedules, they quickly made arrangements for a drive into town. A luxurious one too, in the back of a pickup truck that probably owed its existence to the duct tape holding the rotting body together. Nestled between her men – my men for now – she didn’t speak much, the rushing wind and the missing tailpipe making it too hard to converse. She leaned her head on one brawny shoulder, and just enjoyed the simple pleasure of touching them. They each linked a hand with hers, fingers meshed, and she fell asleep.
The noise of the city roused her and she lifted her head to peer around with bleary eyes. Joel leaned close and shouted in her ear, “We’re almost at the hotel, querida. Just a little bit longer and you can have a shower and real food.”
It seemed even the rumble of the missing muffler couldn’t camouflage her sigh of pleasure because Joel laughed and brushed her cheek. The jalopy pulled to a stop in front of a building with a cloud of dust. Coughing and choking, Ruth’s eyes watered and she couldn’t protest as Kendrick swung her into his arms to carry her inside. While Joel took care of their driver and other arrangements, Kendrick, keys dangling from his mouth, took the stairs two at a time with Ruth protesting faintly she could manage them on their own.
“I know you can, honey, but I’d rather you save that energy for later. Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about you in a bed?”
“Not until after a shower.”
His lips quirked. “Nice to know hot water wins over my technique.”
Hmmm, she almost changed her mind, especially when he kissed her before setting her down. But, he broke away while she was still debating, and a moment later, she heard the sound of running water.
She practically shoved him in her haste to get into the stall.
“Easy, honey.”
Already naked and under the lukewarm spray, she sighed happily, then squealed as someone crowded her space.
“Hey,” she protested.
“Didn’t your mother teach you to share?” Kendrick asked with a grin when she opened her eyes to glare at him.
“My water,” she growled.
“But I have soap,” he offered, proving it by sliding slippery hands up her body. Sudsy hands gliding over her skin in light, tantalizing circles? Mmm. Heavenly.
“You can stay, but on that side,” she ordered, hogging the spray. Yeah, so sue her for having a selfish moment. She’d earned it. Besides, judging by the hardness
poking her, he didn’t mind.
“Is there room for one more?” Joel called out from the other room.
“No,” they both shouted.
Ruth giggled as Joel poked his head around the curtain and stuck his tongue out to catch some drops.
“She doesn’t like to share her hot water,” Kendrick told him in a solemn voice.
“Good thing I got adjoining rooms so we won’t get too crowded then,” Joel announced. “I’ll see you both in a minute after I’m clean.” He winked and left.
“Personally, I’ll take no water if I get you to myself for a minute,” Kendrick admitted, resuming his slow, relaxing circles, his sensual version of cleaning.
He’d just gotten to a very dirty part of her anatomy when a brisk knocking came at their door. Cursing up a streak, Kendrick exited the shower and stole the only towel to answer. A moment later, he returned.
“I’ve got to go meet with the organizers of our trip, honey.”
“Now? But we just got here.”
“I know. But, they want the letters the tribe gave us and are demanding a report while everything is fresh. Joel and I should only be gone a few hours.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No. This is pack business. You rest up for later.” Dressing quickly after giving Joel the news, they both gave her a hot and passionate kiss before leaving. However, despite their instructions to get some sleep, she found herself wide awake. Alone for the first time in forever, doubt assailed her and reality finally came whooshing in.
What am I doing? Shacked up with two men, in a relationship that would go nowhere, did she really want to drag things out, waiting for the final goodbye?
It was coming. She knew it. They belonged to different worlds. I’m human. They’re werewolves. Exactly what did she think would happen? Unlike Carlie who ended up a jaguar like her lovers, Ruth made it clear she had no interest in changing. Not that Joel or Kendrick ever spoke about anything more permanent. As a matter of fact, they’d never had a chance to speak of the future at all. A future she doubted included her.