Shifted Perceptions (Alpha Division) (14 page)

Chapter 2
6

An hour into following Stone, we stopped so Paul could shift. Once in
jaguar form, his injuries began to heal faster and we were able to pick up the pace. Paul didn’t shift back, feeling more comfortable, especially around Stone, I was sure. His eyes darted around the forest, but mostly focused on the man in front of us. Stone walked stiffly, his shoulders and back like granite, and I could tell he could feel Paul’s eyes on him, but he never turned around, acting completely focused on the phone in his hand. His GPS led the way to the safe place he mentioned, though, I was hesitant about how safe it would actually be.

It finally came into view right at sunset
. The small, rustic cabin blended nicely with the forest. The aged wood looked similar to the fresh bark of the tall pines surrounding it and the size was small enough not to garner attention. The only way someone would know the place was there, was by the small road that sliced through the trees leading up to the home.

Once we gave the outer perimeter
a once over to make sure we were alone, the three of us silently climbed the old wooden steps to enter the cabin. Surprisingly, it was completely furnished, but I only gave it a cursory glance before flopping down on the dark blue sofa with a sigh.

Paul sniffe
d around, checking every nook and cranny, which didn’t take long. The living room led into an open kitchen and from what I could tell, there was only one bedroom.

Sweat trickling down my neck had me wiping it off and when I saw the caked dirt on my hand, I jumped off the couch. My
clothes were ripped and black with dirt.

“Shower?” I asked.

Stone gestured toward the hallway. “There’s two. Take your pick.”

I hurried down the hall and chose the first door I found. It was the bedroom with a bathroom attached. Closing the door behind me, I turned on the hot water, stripped and jumped in.

I took my time, feeling the hot spray pounding against my aching shoulders, messaging the kinks right out. I sighed in contentment and washed myself slowly, twice.

Once finished, I wrapped a towel around my body. I completely forgot that I didn’
t have any clean clothes, but I would rather be clean and naked, than wear those nasty rags.

The steam poured out of the bathroom
, as I opened the door to see a naked Paul waiting. He smiled slightly before pushing past me. I watched as he stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. I would have loved to step right in behind him, wash him clean before giving him the mother of all tongue baths, but that would have been pretty awkward with Stone in the next room.

“By the way, I talk
ed to Teij when I shifted,” he said from the other side of the curtain. “They’ll be here by sunrise.”

“Okay,” I sighed
, with a mixture of pleasure and reluctance. I was ecstatic that we’d be home soon and as much as I wanted to ask more about what Paul and Teij talked about,  I needed to get out of that bathroom before I did something stupid.

I found
Stone in the kitchen, freshly showered, wearing a clean pair of jeans, but no shirt. I watched the muscles in his back stretch, as he pulled cans out of the cabinet. He had a couple of white bandages on his chest and bruises were beginning to form. One on his side, near his hip, and a few scattered across his arms. He didn’t look too bad off, though.

“After that long walk, we need to eat. I have soup,” he said over his shoulder.

“That’s fine. So, this place is yours?” I asked as I sat down at the small table, trying not to stare.

“Yeah, I like the quiet every once in a while.” I nodded, knowing it was part lie
, but not really caring at that point.

There was silence after that. I think we were too stunned or exhausted to do much talking. Once the soup began to simmer, Stone sat
down across from me. We stared at each other a moment, before he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek. Reluctantly my head pressed against his hand, liking the way his skin felt against mine. He didn’t speak and neither did I, but his eyes told me everything I didn’t want to know. He wished we were alone and I was freaking glad we weren’t.

Stone’s eyes narrowed
, as he glanced behind me. His hand fell away, as I turned to see Paul watching us, a towel wrapped loosely around his narrow hips. I licked my lips uncontrollably, as my gaze focused on the lingering water droplets rolling down his chest. His arms were lean and muscular, his shoulders broad, and all I could think about was digging my nails into to that satiny smooth skin, marking him as mine.

I shook my head and closed my eyes, taking a calming breath.
Stone’s sitting right next to you, Foxy
, I reminded myself.

Once the heat that had begun to flush my skin eased away, I opened my eyes to see P
aul staring at me, his eyes intense, challenging me. My back straightened, but I refused the challenge. No way would I start something with Stone watching.

“Now that we
’re all here and relatively safe, why don’t you introduce me to your friend, Foxy?” Stone asked, his voice strained.

I licked my lips before looking at him. “This is
–”

“David,” Paul cut me off. “I’m a friend of Foxy’s”

Stone nodded, his eyes centered on Paul. “Why were you at my warehouse, David?”

Paul shrugged on
e shoulder. “I was just coming into town when I saw Foxy walking toward the warehouse. I tried catching up, but she went inside before she saw me. I happened to glance inside a window and saw you manhandling her. Thought I’d step in. Obviously, it wasn’t necessary.”

“
Obviously not,” Stone mused. “I never knew there was such a thing as a human shifter.”

I cleared my throat, “Me either. That was a freaky thing to walk in on,” I said. “So, how did you know it wasn’
t me?” I asked him.

“Easy, she tasted different,” his gaze was on me, but
I knew his words were for Paul.

A rumble came from Paul’s chest, but he didn’
t say a word. Stone grinned slightly and I frowned. The tension was suffocating, making my skin crawl. I twisted my neck from side to side. So much for that shower easing my knots. They were back tenfold.

“She didn’t have your smart mouth either,
” Stone continued and I snorted, “I don’t believe that for a second. Cassandra could hold her own there,” I told him.

“Maybe, but when she asked me to spank her, I knew it wasn’t you.” I stiffened at Stone’s words. “
From my experience, you don’t like to hand over control.”

My eyes widened and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. This was bad and I dared not look at Paul. I could
only imagine his expression.

“She doesn’t like to be spanked, is that right?” Paul drawled behind me and I closed my
eyes tightly. “Come here, Foxy.”

Chapter 27

Paul’s demand had a shiver running up my spine, but
I sat stiffly in my seat, too afraid to move a muscle, or I’d follow his command. When he spoke to me like that, challenging, demanding, so powerful, something would happen to me. Something I didn’t want to look at too closely, but I could feel the wetness seeping out of me. I began to fidget, pressing my knees together, hoping to lessen the ache.

Opening my eyes, they met S
tone’s searching stare. “Don’t look at him,” Paul growled and I lowered my eyes. “He’s not the one that spoke to you. Don’t make me come and get you, and don’t tell me you don’t want to obey me. Remember, I can smell your arousal from here.”

I stood
and walked slowly towards him, my eyes focused on his chest. It was mostly dry now, but a few drops of water fell from his wet hair and I licked my lips before looking away.

Once I was in front of him, he lifted my
chin until I our gazes connected. His expression was hard, his jaw clenched, lips pressed firmly together. I narrowed my eyes and lifted my chin defiantly, ready to kick his ass for doing this to me. For being so arrogant, to think he could just snap his fingers and I would obey.

B
ut his gaze... It held a different story altogether. The dark orbs looked soft, almost lighter, as he looked down at me. I could see acceptance, for what, I wasn’t sure, but I also saw understanding and how much he cared about me, and I relaxed slightly, knowing he would never intentionally hurt me.

Leaning in, he whispered in my ear, “If you don’t want to do this, just say so and we’ll stop. At any time, Foxy, just say the word and we’ll stop,” he kissed my cheek and I sighed. Oh, I didn’t want to stop, far from it.
I knew what he was thinking. The sinful idea had his eyes gleaming wickedly. I’d never been with two men at the same time before, but the thought had my insides quivering with anticipation.

My hands were gripping my towel tightly,
but at his gentle push, they fell to my sides. The sound of the fabric swishing mixed with the intake of Stone’s breath, as Paul slowly opened the towel and let it fall to the floor. Never taking his eyes off mine, he cupped one of my breasts, his thumb sliding over my nipple. It hardened instantly and my already heavy breathing accelerated.

“I already know how much you want me,” his grin was full of satisfaction. “But do you want him?” His gaze demanded truth and I nodded, “Yes,” I whispered.

He smiled approvingly.
“Have you ever seen breasts as beautiful as these?” he asked Stone.

“No,” Stone’s voice cracked
, as he responded.

Paul pinched my nipple and I hissed in painful pleasure.
“Come show her.”

I heard the chair scrape against the wooden floor
, as Stone stood and walked towards us. I could feel the heat radiating off him, as he stepped behind me. Paul’s hand fell from my breast and I whimpered.

“Touch her,” he demanded.

Stone’s hands came around, cupping both of my breasts in his palms, his fingers sliding, caressing softly over the tight peaks. My spine arched, as my head fell against his chest with a moan.

“That’s good,” Paul said softly. “Do you want more, Foxy?”

“Hmm-mm,” I mumbled and nodded my head quickly.

One of Stone’s hands left my breast to trail down my stomach and I shifted my feet back and forth, widening my legs, hoping, praying he would make it there.

His fingers met my soft curls and my hips jerked, seeking more. “Look at me, Foxy,” Paul commanded, and I opened my eyes to see him watching. He wasn’t completely unaffected either, I noticed, from the way his towel tented over his hardening cock.

“Has he eve
r gotten a good taste of you?” he asked and I shook my head no. “Good. Come here.” He held out his hand and I went willingly. “Stone is going to lay on the floor and you’re going to ride his face.”

My cheeks heated, but I nodded and turned to see Stone already lying on
the rug in front of the fireplace, his gray eyes fixed on mine. His chest heaved with excitement and his jeans were bulging. He was enjoying this as much as I was, I realized, and stalked toward him.

Kneeling down, I straddled
his shoulders, as he gripped my ass, and when he licked his lips, I lowered myself down until I felt his tongue slide over me. Each lick was so light, only teasing and at first, I stayed still letting his tongue do all the work, but I needed more and began to move with him.

Suddenly
, his tongue speared inside me and I began to ride it, crying out for more. Immediately, he went back to his soft, light licks and I groaned until he sucked hard on my clit, before flicking it rapidly with his tongue, and I went flying. My hips were jerking and twisting, as I screamed out the surprising release. Clenching and aching, my sex throbbed, though the climax didn’t last nearly long enough.

Falling over Stone’s head, my palms slapped against the rug beneath us. My breath shuddered out of my lungs and I shivered
, as Stone drank greedily from my sex, his tongue lapping at my sensitive folds. It was too much and I began to move away when I was suddenly lifted up and placed on the couch.

“On your knee
s, Foxy,” Paul said. “Face the arm rest and spread your legs.” I did as I was told and waited eagerly for more commands.

Damn, I knew I should hate it, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. And if I
was being honest with myself... I loved it. Every fucking minute.

“He gave you what you needed?” Paul asked and I nodded, then moaned as he placed a soft kiss to my neck. “Then you should reciprocate, don’t you think?”

Stone walked into my field of vision, his jeans gone and a very hard, long cock pointing directly at my mouth.

“Suck him, sweetheart,” Paul murmured in my ear. “I want to see you bring him to his knees, while I fuck you from behind.”

Oh god!
I groaned and opened my mouth for Stone. He grasped his beautiful cock in his hand and rubbed just the tip across my lips. I flicked my tongue out, catching a drop of precum, before closing my lips over him and sucking hard. He groaned loudly, before pushing forward. I took as much as I could, swallowing as he approached the back of my throat.

I cried out suddenly
, as Paul’s palm landed sharply on my ass before pressing two fingers into my aching cunt. Oh God, I felt so dirty and so, so good.

“You love that, don’t you?” Paul asked and I moaned my pleasure around Stone’s cock. Stone slid in and out of my mouth, his fingers gripping my hair, making my pleasure that much more intense. His eyes
, though, they looked down at me in confusion.

I know,
I don’t understand either, but don’t stop
, I pleaded with my eyes.

Paul spanked me again and my eyes rolled back
, as my mouth began sucking furiously on Stone’s dick. His speed picked up and my hips began to jerk back, my pussy desperate to be filled.

I felt Paul’s hands grip my hips just before
I felt the tip of his cock brush my entrance. “Fast and hard,” he murmured, and I moaned my consent.

Stone stopped
thrusting and I held him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft as Paul pushed into me slower than I expected. Once he was fully seated, he stilled, running his fingers up and down my spine. I shivered, as goose bumps spread across my skin and my nipples tingled with pleasure. Then he pulled out just as slowly, letting me feel each and every delicious inch before ramming into me.
Hell yes!
My mind screamed in delight, as both men began riding me, hard and fast, just as he promised.

Paul reached for my hair and Stone let go, gripping my face
, as he fucked my mouth. Paul pulled hard, making my neck arch. The move must have done something for Stone, because suddenly his thrust became so fast and shallow, I knew he was about to cum.

“You’re driving him mad, Foxy. Do you see?”
Paul growled. I groaned and reached down to rub my neglected clit.

“You are,” Stone, breathed. “You’re fucking driving me fucking nuts. Fuck!” He shouted. “Can I cum in your mouth?”

I looked up at him, hoping my narrowed eyes told him what I wanted. He better fucking cum in my mouth! I wanted to taste him so bad.

His chuckle was strained
, as his eyes sparkled down at me. “Okay, okay. Don’t kill me for being polite.” Then the mirth slid from his expression, as his neck tensed. Two more thrusts and he froze, his cock so deep, I barely got to taste him, but I swallowed eagerly, taking as much as he was willing to give.

Through all of that, Paul continued, rotating his hips, hitting that wonderful spot, making me buck against him.
My fingers moved furiously over my clit, until Stone saw what I was doing and pulled out of my mouth and pushed my hands away. My whimper of protest was replaced with a moan, when he leaned over to trail kisses down my neck, his own fingers finding my nub.

“Oh yes,” my breathy whisper only spurred them on. Stone’s other hand found my breast
s, grasping, teasing and flicking, as Paul did his magic behind me. But for some reason, my body was holding back and I cried out in frustration.

“I know, baby,” Paul said, his voice soft yet strained. “I know what you need.” I sure hoped so, because I was at the point of breaking something if I didn’t c
um soon.

“Please,” I called out.

Stone bit and sucked on my neck and shoulders before plundering my mouth. I moaned into the kiss, the frustration still killing me.

“This
is so good, Foxy,” Paul growled. “So Fucking good. I’m about to cum and when I do, you will too. Do you understand me?”

I nodded
, as Stone’s lips left mine to trail down my neck again. I wasn’t sure if I could, my body ached for release, right on the edge of that beautiful oblivion, but at the same time, it felt so unreachable. How was I suppose to follow that command?

But then, shockingly, it happened. Paul slammed into me twice, “Cum now, Foxy.”
His thumb rubbed against my back entrance, pressing until he breached the tight ring of muscles. And just like that, my orgasm crashed into me and I soared.

I felt
like my body was floating so far and so high, then dropping, making my stomach clench in excitement before climbing once again. It went on and on. Never, never in my live had I felt so much satisfaction.

By the time
I came down for the last time and slumped against the arm rest, my throat felt raw from the screaming. I never even heard myself and I idly wondered if we woke the neighbors. I giggled, high on the best orgasm of my life, as I remembered we were in the middle of nowhere.

“That was fucking beautiful,” Paul whispered in my ear and
I smiled. He kissed my cheek while sliding out of me and right away I missed him.

Stone came around to the side of the couch and knelt in front of me. I looked up with heavy lidded eyes and found his. His gray orbs were dark as slate and hid whatever he was feeling. My brows lowered. Now that the high was dropping, I began wondering if he was alright with what just happened. Was he pissed? He’d seemed happy enough to participate, but what now?

He didn’t say anything and I was too scared to ask. Kissing me softly, his lips caressed mine before he stood.

Paul helped me up and pulled me into his arms. I sat cradled in his lap, my head against his strong chest and I was content. Yet confused.

In the midst of sex, I wanted nothing more than to be with Paul. I couldn’t refuse him. And that scared the shit out of me. He was so controlling and I loved it in the bedroom, but would it leach out into my daily life as well? How was I suppose to do my job? How was I suppose to live my life, with a man like him running every aspect of it? I couldn’t live like that. I refused.

Then Paul leaned down and captured my mouth in a heated kiss that had my toes curling and my mind going blank. And once
again, my thoughts drifted away from running, unless it was straight into his arms.

He pulled back, licking his lips
, as my eyes followed the path of his tongue, wishing it was my lips they were tasting instead of his own.

“Ready for more?” he asked, his smile wicked
, as my eyes widened. Did I want more? My body was tired, my sex deliciously sore, but at his words, excitement coursed through my veins.

Stone stepped up and pulled me from Paul
’s arms. I stood in front of him, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me into his hard body. My chin immediately lifted, my lips seeking his. His hands left my hips to cup my face, as he kissed me softly, slowly, allowing our tongues to dance.

Paul came up behind me and ran his hands down my back and across my ass. I shivered out a moan,
the word
no
suddenly ceasing to be part of my vocabulary.

“Hell yes,” I breathed
, as their hands and mouths began their tortuous seduction once again.