Cry Wolf (Pack Heat Book 2)

by Sam Hall

"What do you want, Hawk? This is all new to you. Jack didn't talk to you about this."

  "I want to touch you, taste you. Can I?"

  "You don't want—"

  "Jack put him here so he could get some pussy, and yours is dripping at the thought of it," Slade said. "He's a grown man, and this is his fantasy. He's more than capable of standing up for himself, if he needs to. Now, do you want him to lick your cunt, or not?"

  The mood in the room was thick, I glanced over, saw how fucking rigid Aaron was after so many days on roster, then looked down and saw the heat in Hawk's eyes. I don't know how Brandon did it, looking out for everyone all the time. Right now, I just wanted to be selfish, and they were all giving me permission to do so. So I lifted my leg and hooked the calf over his shoulder.

  It brought me up close and in his face, literally. I could feel the rapid blast of his breath against my wetness, which made me shiver. His hands, now freed from my ankles, went to the creases where my thighs met my torso, the fingers spidering towards my core on one hand.

  "She's lush, isn't she?" I felt a warm damp presence against my back. "So sweet and pink and wet. Ain’t nothing like it. Touch her. She likes it as much as we do, sometimes more. Brush your thumb across the hood of her clit. Yes, that's it. Someone's been watching videos. Not too hard or too close to the tip, until she's really turned on. She's sensitive."

  I gasped, the feel of Hawk's thumb somehow more intense for Slade's words. He might have been feeling his way through this, but I got no sense of reticence. I leaned back into Slade's arms, his hands going to my breasts and cupping them for a minute before plucking at my nipples. His laugh was low and dirty as I groaned, tipping my head for his kiss. I got a brief glancing thing, which made me only want more.

  "Now push a finger into her. Make sure it's nice and slick from rubbing between her folds. Yep, that's it. Now push it in, nice and slow. You can get a few in there, depending on how relaxed she's feeling. Pump it in and out, get her ready for cock. Now, if you really want to drive her nuts, curl your fingers up, as if towards her clit." I moaned as that heavy, full feeling that came from a g-spot massage spread through me. My hips started to move with his fingers, pushing down into his strokes. “Have a taste, new boy. No, don’t pull your fingers out. Keep doing that, and then lick her clit.”

  Oh, fuck! I fell back farther into Slade’s arms as those soft lips—complete with the prickle of his beard—closed around my clit. His lips and tongue worked in time with his fingers.

  “Jules, I’ve been trying to hold off, but watching the three of you is driving me insane.”

  My eyes flicked open to see Aaron dripping beside me. He took in every twitch of my body, every gasp, like a ravenous beast. He leaned in, claiming my mouth as I lay half sprawled against Slade's chest.

  "Fuck this," Slade said. "We've gotta take this to the bedroom."

  8

  "Get on the bed," Slade said.

  "You taking over from Brandon?" I said, but I did as he requested, getting on all fours.

  "Maybe I want to see what the pushy little shit gets from all this. Yeah, I think I get it. It's like playing dollies for adults."

  "So what're you going to do with us, oh lord and master?"

  He chuckled at that, but his hand went to his cock, giving it a few long, slow strokes. "I know you're only joking, but it makes me so damn hard to hear you say that. How about we let new boy keep practising on you, while you suck Aaron off? Poor bloke looks fit to burst."

  "Do I get a say in this?" Aaron said, but he was clambering onto the bed, moving into position in front of me.

  "She's willing to throat that anaconda, and you're complaining?"

  "Yeah, alright." Aaron looked down at me with a smile, caressing my cheek. "You OK, love?"

  "Sure," I said, watching his cock bob as he got into position.

  "You want this." His voice was the sound of pure male confidence.

  "So do you, if this is anything to go by." I stroked his balls, pulled up and tight against his body, ready to offload. "You do look like you're going to burst."

  "All over your face if you keep doing that. Fuck, I feel like a kid around you. Got no fucking self-control."

  "So I'm guessing doing this is gonna drive you nuts?"

  His growl started when my hand went around his shaft, and I struggled to close my fingers. Then I licked the head like you would an ice cream, provoking a louder response from him. For a moment, I just enjoyed that—twirling my tongue around the head, running the tip along the sensitive underside, and brushing my wet lips across the top.

  "I'm about five seconds from shoving this down your throat."

  My head snapped up, my eyes burning as I stared into his. "Have a care, Aaron, for I have sharp teeth." My voice was an ominous rumble, completely unlike my own. I felt the tremble in his body under my hand.

  "I'm sorry, I got carried away. I shouldn't—oh!"

  I swallowed him down as far as I could fit him, which admittedly wasn't too far, but his gasps made it apparent he didn't seem to mind. His hands, when they went to my hair, were reverential. I felt him swell in my mouth almost immediately. He didn't like coming so quickly when he first came home, but the thought of him out of his mind with need was hot. There was also the logistics of giving long, enthusiastic head to a guy with a dick like a Coke can. It's one of those things that sounds cool in theory, but is much harder on the jaw in reality.

  "Fuck, Jules!" he cried as my tongue began to wiggle. His hips began to shift in time with my bobbing head, but not pushing too far—we'd learned that wasn't a good idea the last time—but enough that I could tell when he was close by their spasmodic twitch. I sucked harder, faster, pushing him closer and closer, until his dick swelled granite hard, and then he came. He cried, begged, offered prayers to heaven. It was hard to tell as his cum shot over and over in my mouth.

  I pulled back when he collapsed down on the bed, panting hard, and moved over to lie down with my head on his chest. His arm went around me instantly, his other hand tipping up my chin to present my lips for a kiss. "I missed you," he said, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

  "Missed you too. We've only got two days, right?"

  "Yeah, there's stuff going on with the black wolf... I can't say much, but let's just say my CO was not pleased to hear I was offering you a token."

  "Well, I was," I said, suddenly feeling shy when I looked down at the pendant now hanging between my bare breasts.

  "It looks beautiful on you, particularly now."

  Aaron's eyes stared into mine as he reached over, trailing a path down my neck and sternum. I shivered when he traced the outline of the stone, his smile spreading as his finger trailed outwards. He noted the shift in my body, the attempt to put his fingers where I wanted them quicker. Slowly, slowly, his fingertips scudded across my breast, and I waited, anxiously, until they brushed across my areola, then circled my nipple.

  "That's it," Slade said. "Flip her on her back and keep doing that. New boy, lie down beside her and stroke her clit. Princess, I wanted to string this out for some time, but I'm beat. I need in you. That OK?"

  I felt a sharp stab of heat in my groin as he came towards me. Hawk moved in almost cautiously, but the feel of his body lying against mine held that weird frisson that comes only from touching someone you don’t know. I looked into his eyes for a second, making sure he was OK, and he just nodded. I settled back against Aaron's broad chest, feeling him stir underneath me. I barely resisted pulling Slade towards me with my foot as he made slow progress closer to me.

  "Look at you, beautiful," Slade said, his face softening. Both of Aaron's hands were now on my nipples, tugging them much more firmly in that place just between pleasure and pain. I gasped, my legs spreading as Hawk’s hand slid between them. Slade nodded, noting every movement. "I dunno what the fuck the Great Wolf was thinking, giving you to me, but I swear to god, I'm gonna thank her every damn day I get to wake up beside you."

  He hung above me, arms on e
ither side of my shoulders, creating this small, sheltered space on the huge bed, and for a moment, everything but him fell away. When he moved between my legs, pushing himself inside me, it was as if a piece had clicked into place. This was how we were supposed to be, joined, moving in time with each other and building pleasure in each other's bodies.

  As I stared into his eyes, I saw the moment the walls came down. It'd been there before—when I bonded with him, and when I hurt him by leaving—but it was only now I was ready to deal with it. I dove into Slade as I'm sure he dove into me. We were just looking into each other's eyes while fucking, as we had done so many times. But for some reason, it was different now. Perhaps it was the bond, thrumming as it took mere physical pleasure and transformed it into something else. We moved as one body, making long loping movements, and then I saw them. Our Tirians ran along some moonlit internal landscape, running the way healthy animals do, for the sheer joy of it. We were tugged along with them, their thudding steps matching our frenzied thrusts. We chased them down as they ran and ran...

  Something strange and beautiful happened when we came. I was dimly aware I was screaming, perhaps because our Tirians had stopped, sitting side by side to howl. There were a million words and feelings in that sound, so densely packed I could spend my life trying to understand it and never finish. I writhed underneath Slade in ecstasy, but that didn't matter. As the howl built, as we got closer and closer, as Slade's cock swelled deep within me, it happened. We came like fireworks, my body jerking with the intensity of it, but that's not what held my focus. For a moment, there weren't two grey Tirians howling at the moon, only one. A much, much larger one.

  When I came back to my body, Slade was holding me close, his arms and legs all wrapped around me, as if he couldn't bear even the slightest gap between us. When his face came into focus, I saw the tears on there and reached out to brush them away, but I realised I had my own to deal with.

  It felt like years had passed when we finally pulled apart, though it was probably minutes. I finally noticed Hawk, lying beside me, his face white. "Congratulations," he said, in a hoarse voice. He searched for other words but couldn't come out with any, and I understood why. I reached over and hugged him, feeling Aaron and Slade also around me. I was goo, surrounded by warmth and love.

  That's the weird thing about love. While I didn't have huge amounts of experience with it, the thing I noticed about intense emotions is that they tend to be contagious. People avoid you when you're depressed, because they start feeling down as well. Raging at people often provokes answering displays of anger. But love, it seemed to be this warm, fuzzy glow. Fragile, so fragile, and so easily blown out with jealousy and mistrust, but when allowed to flourish, it touches everyone. I was dimly aware I was being the soppiest of cows, but I just didn't care. Sex afterglow with love was fucking amazing. I felt connected to the whole damn world.

  Which is why when Hawk got up and left the room, I left the very lovely embrace of my lovers, Slade already halfway asleep.

  "You good on your own?" Aaron asked, and I smiled. He was gentle, almost inconspicuous compared to some of the other guys, but he loved to look after people. I nodded.

  "Go to sleep. You look trashed. You'll need your energy tomorrow."

  His smile deepened, and he reached down and tugged up a blanket, covering him and Slade with it.

  "Hawk?"

  The house was so quiet, my voice sounded like a rude interruption. I walked into the bathroom, the kitchen, and then noticed the back door was open. I grabbed a t-shirt of Slade's from his bag by the door and pulled it on before venturing out.

  I found him under the tree he'd spent much of the night at, smoking a cigarette. Naked as the day he was born, mind you, though the moon seemed appreciative, the light picking out every line of that gorgeous body.

  "Hey, are you OK?"

  His eyes jerked up at me, and I saw the shine there. He was just some stranger, foisted on me for no doubt devious reasons by Jack. But right now, I was stoned off my tits with love feelings and was willing to lavish them on anyone. I sat down beside him on the grass, wishing right now I'd worn knickers, because grass and sand and pebbles in your butt aren't as fun as they sound.

  "That freaked you out, right?" I said as I took his hand—it was a big, broad thing that dwarfed my own—and laced my fingers through his. "It's OK."

  "Don't treat me like I'm some kinda kid," he said, trying to pull away, but I held fast. He tried a few times to get free, then sighed, all the tension leaching from his body. "I don't mind playing the whipping boy in there for kinks. Or licking boy, I guess. But I'm not a fucking child."

  "Didn't say you were. And as licking boy, you did a damn fine job. But you don't have to do anything anyone tells you, not if you don't want to."

  "Oh, I wanted to." Those dark eyes grew hot for a moment. "It's why Jack put me here, the fucking bastard. Can't leave anything alone."

  "Hawk, if you want to go home, I'll grab the car keys and take you. Or we could call Jack?"

  "That's not it, is it?" he said, flicking the cigarette out on the dew damp grass. "With all his bloody machinations, he wouldn't have the faintest fucking idea what it would do to me to see you with Slade like that. It was beautiful, Julie, just in case you're wondering. The both of you lit up like fireworks, and you glowed. I could see your Tirians running, joining." The words began to come out raw and scratchy. "I love him with every fucking breath in my body. I'd give him anything, thought I had given him everything by choosing to stay with him rather than chasing women like the matriarchs wanted. They expect us to fuck sometimes, can't get around it with the heat. But to form something permanent out of it? Men fucking doesn't produce kids, and they're all about the kids. It's always him, y'know, he's here, even now." He scratched at his chest. "I dunno what he was thinking, that maybe I could sink my dick in you a few times and get this need for a woman out of my system. Well, he bloody fucked up. I want what you have, Julie." His stare grew hard. "So much I can fucking taste it. I want to feel that magic with a woman and him."

  I don't know why, but I pulled him in close and hugged him. I didn't know what else to do, and the burning in my chest seemed to want everyone to be included in its warmth. I couldn't give him what he wanted, not with me, not with Jack. I didn't know him, and I had no idea why Jack would be holding out on Hawk, but I could at least give him the comfort of my body.

  He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me, burying his head in my neck. His hands moved restively, not stroking but not able to be still.

  "I miss him, y'know?" His voice came out muffled, but no less intense for it. "He never seems to get that. We live in the same place, work on the same team, but I fucking ache when he's not around. I carry the scent of him in my nose, the taste in my mouth. I watch him as we work, and I’m always getting pulled up by the leading hand for that. I remember how it felt to take his cock down my throat, to plunge myself into him over and over. The twist of that shit eating smile of his, the way his hair feels under my fingers, that tilt of his chin when I just know he's gonna cause trouble again."

  "Hawk, you've got to go back to him. Tell him this. He obviously loves you. He's doing this to make you happy."

  He drew back, keeping me straddling his lap with a loose arm. "That's the problem, isn't it? It's me that stops what you had happening. Some of the blokes, not many, but they only want their male partner or partners. Some never wanted a woman in the first place, others aren't willing to challenge what they have by trying it with a woman. Too much of a risk that she won't accept all of them, or be threatened by the bonds they already have. But me, I can't let it go. I'm too much of a selfish bastard to be grateful for what I've got. He sent me here because he thinks you might be more open, might give the two of us a chance. He knows I won't be happy with just him. I want it all, Julie."

  He pulled me closer, his hand going to the hem of the shirt that was rucked up around my waist now. "He thinks I can fuck this out of my sy
stem, but I'm not so sure. You're so fucking soft and ripe. I knew this would be hot, but fuck. I've been aching and hard like a stone, watching you with those two, watching Slade order you around and just waiting for you to smack him down and put him in his place." His hand roamed across my belly. "I can still smell you in my beard. I don't want to wash my face, I want to hold onto it for as long as possible. You get so slick and wet. We don't do that. You seem so soft and fragile, but you were taking it from them like a warrior."

  "You want to taste me again," I said.

  "Yes."

  "You want me to suck your cock."

  "Yes."

  "You want to work that fucking behemoth of a dick into me."

  "I'll go slow, slow as you need."

  "Well, alright then. Let’s go inside. It’s wet and dirty out here."

  9

  The smile on his face as I got to my feet was what I was looking for, sort of. Was his heart still breaking? Would he feel this was betraying Jack? Slade's words came back to me. He was a grown man, and this was his fantasy, and he was more than capable of negotiating it without me micromanaging him. He wasn't a child, something that became more than obvious when he stood up. He towered over me, blotting out the moonlight with his broad shoulders as he reached out to cup my head in his hands. When he bestowed it, his kiss was warm, prickly, and gentle. He'd said he'd go slow, and he did. He kissed like this would be his only opportunity, like he needed to memorise every bit of me and file the details away for later. When he pulled away, I stood dazed in the darkness, my lips throbbing, and he smiled. He liked seeing me disorientated by his touch, and emboldened, he grabbed my hand and drew me inside.

  We were just inside the door when he pressed me against the wall. Looking into my eyes—always, always checking to see if I was OK—he yanked my shirt up to bare my breasts.

  "These make me wish I was a fucking poet," he said, cupping one, then both. He almost appeared to weigh them with his hands, getting a feel for their heft. "I need words I haven't got to describe them."