Wolf Tales 12 (14 page)

Ric patted her hand, chuckling. “You’re forgiven, m’dear.”

“Point being,” Matt said, obviously trying not to laugh, “we were essentially all preconditioned to become wolves. Mei was the only one who was seriously not a wolf, though she can become one now, which means the leopard might have been her primary beast.” He shrugged. “A different branch of the Chanku family tree? Who knows. But when I asked about Alex, Anton said no one has ever told Alex he can’t be an eagle.”

“I don’t think anyone tells Alex anything. Even if you did, he’d do it anyway to prove you were wrong.” Ric chuckled. “I can see why Anton wants all of you close. This could be dangerous until we can teach the children the importance of secrecy.”

Daci stared directly into Ric’s eyes. There was more than a new mother-to-be’s worry in those amber depths. “What if we can’t teach them? What if our secret gets out? What then?”

Ric sighed and reached across the table to cover her hand with his. “I don’t know, sweetie. But I think we all need to consider making a move to Montana, at least until we figure out exactly what these little ones are going to be capable of. At least then if our story becomes public, we’ll be together. I should probably say
when
our story becomes public. The more of us there are, the greater the risk that we’ll be discovered. We really need to be prepared for any contingency, but we already know there’s strength in numbers.”

Deacon covered Ric’s hand. Millie put hers over Deacon’s, and Matt covered them all with his big hand.

It felt to Ric as if they sealed a pact among themselves, a promise made without words, yet a promise all the same.

Matt made eye contact with each of them, and the sense of destiny hit Ric even more powerfully. “We’re all planning to go to Montana for Liana’s delivery,” Matt said. “I think that’s as good a time as any to make plans for a move, don’t you?”

He grinned at Millie, then he focused on Ric. “What about you two? Have you thought about living in Big Sky Country?”

Ric nodded. He felt a sense of things coming together, of life and all its twists and turns taking a sudden and unexpected—yet strangely synchronized—jog in a new direction. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling, but certainly none of this had been in his plans when he’d made love to Millie this morning.

Of course, he really hadn’t had any plans this morning, other than making love to Millie. As long as he had his woman beside him, Ric figured he was up for just about anything, even if it meant a move to Montana.

It appeared change was coming, ready or not.

Chapter 10

Maine, early September

Baylor Quinn jerked awake at the sound of the bedroom door opening. Not yet entirely alert, he listened, expecting Keegan’s clear, childish voice.

Instead, Jacob Trent’s silent laughter floated through his sleep-addled brain.
The kids are asleep. All of them. It’s almost five, but if we’re real quiet . . .

Bay opened his eyes and tried to focus, but the room was still dark. He lay there in bed, grinning—his brain might still be half asleep, but it was obvious part of him was ready to wake up. Blinking owlishly, he leaned over, nuzzled his way through the thick strands of Manda’s long, blond hair, kissed her bare shoulder and again beneath her ear. “We have visitors.”

“Hmmm?” His mate—now his beloved wife—groaned and stretched. “Is the baby awake?”

“Good Goddess, I hope not.” Jake slipped in beside Bay with Shannon right behind him.

Still not entirely awake, Manda scooted over to make room. “What are you guys doing here?”

“What do you think?” Shannon leaned over and kissed her. “Wake up, sweetie. Quietly. This reminds me of when I was in high school, sneaking into my boyfriend’s bedroom.”

“Ooh . . .” Manda sighed dramatically. “I want details.”

“No. You don’t.” Jake slid over Bay and rolled to Manda’s other side. “There are some things we don’t need to know.”

“Silly. You already know all the details.” Shannon snuggled between Bay and Manda and whispered, “He was kind of a dork, but damn, the boy could—”

“That’s enough, my dear, sweet wife.” Jake leaned over Manda and kissed Shannon. “Our companions don’t need to know he was hung like a bull moose and could screw all night. He was a teenager. That’s what they do best.”

“I see.” Manda winked at Bay and opened her thoughts to him. He was in her mind when she wrapped her fingers around Jake’s growing erection and stroked his full, hot length. “And what is it you do best?”

Jake sighed. “Whatever . . .”

“Did you lock the door?” Bay glanced over his shoulder. It had been ages since they’d risked anything like this, but with four four-year-olds in the house, there’d been more than a few changes.

“I did,” Shannon said. “And we probably don’t have long, but damn, guys. I’ve missed this.”

She rubbed her butt over Bay’s growing erection, but her focus appeared to be on Manda’s breasts. Since Manda was still nursing six-month-old Donovan, they were full and firm at this time of morning. The baby would be awake before too long.

Shannon fastened her lips around one turgid nipple. Manda groaned. “You’re killing me here. If you’re not careful, you’re going to get a mouthful.”

“Control, sweetie.” But Manda whimpered and Shannon turned her loose with a quick kiss to her mouth. “Spoilsport.” When Manda tried to kiss her back, Shannon backed out of reach.

Moving slowly and with much contact, she slid down between Manda’s legs, kissing and sucking her way over belly and groin, teasing and nipping until Manda whimpered again.

Bay loved the sounds she made, the sweet little whimpers and needy cries. He loved watching Shannon’s silly seduction, teasing, tasting, and giggling until Manda was writhing beneath Shannon’s practiced mouth, her lips and tongue, her busy and oh so talented fingers.

He glanced up and caught Jake’s eye. Jake winked. Bay knew he was thinking exactly the same thing—how the hell did two guys get so damned lucky? Beautiful Shannon with her lush curves, sexy green eyes, and thick head of dark auburn hair, and his amazing Manda, all long, lean woman with her broad-shouldered swimmer’s build, tiny waist and hips, and that mass of long blond hair he loved to get lost in.

Both women so much fun, so smart and loving and much more patient than either Bay or Jake deserved.

Jake flashed him a grin.
I’m listening . . . block it, buddy! Don’t you dare tell them what we both know, that they could have done a hell of a lot better than the two of us.

I promise.
Laughing softly, he moved out of the way when Manda twisted out of Shannon’s grasp and turned beneath her.

Bay’s arousal grew, thrumming inside him with an insistent beat of need as Manda quickly buried her face between Shannon’s thighs. Watching the two women pleasure one another, hearing the wet sounds and soft moans, and scenting the subtle perfume of their arousal captured him on a visceral level like nothing else, pulling him into the cauldron of their passion.

Manda opened her mind. With barriers nonexistent, shamelessly she shared her thoughts and impressions—the tastes and feelings, Shannon’s rich, familiar scent that spiked her growing need, the sharp, shivering desire building with every touch, every lick and kiss and stroke.

Dazed by the sensual overload, Bay reached for his swollen cock, but Jake was there, pressing along his back, slipping one arm around him and wrapping his long fingers around Bay’s shaft. Carefully, Jake slipped Bay’s foreskin up and over the smooth crown, sliding and pulling, working the soft cowl, stretching the skin almost to the point of pain.

Bay arched into his touch, well aware that Jake’s other hand was exploring the tight crease between his cheeks, circling that sensitive ring of muscle, pressing . . . pressing slowly and steadily until he suddenly breached the opening and slipped inside. One finger, then two, all the while keeping up the steady slide and pull on Bay’s cock.

Bay tried to concentrate on the women, on their shared pleasure, but Jake’s middle finger stroked him deep. A sharp jolt of pleasure was all the warning Bay got that Jake had found his prostate. Groaning, he fought the need to let go, to embrace the climax surging for release.

Jake pulled his fingers free and released Bay’s cock. His thick member rose against his belly, suddenly bereft without Jake’s stroking fingers. Bay went perfectly still, but the sound of foil tearing and the sharp pressure against his ass once again had him flexing his legs, adjusting for Jake’s entry.

It had been too damned long. They’d all expected the major adjustments to their lives once they had children, although none of them realized entirely what life after babies would be like. Especially Jake and Shannon.

They certainly hadn’t planned on triplets.

Those first weeks had been crazy, and if Ric and Millie hadn’t come to help out, Bay wasn’t sure they would have made it, but the triplets—daughters Kiera and Rowan and son Connor—and his and Manda’s little Keegan were all four now. Four was, unfortunately, old enough to question parents all sleeping in the same bed.

There were some discussions Bay really didn’t want to have. Not yet, anyway. It was hard enough, hiding the fact they could shift, but no one was quite certain how to handle their Chanku shapeshifting abilities or their open sexuality around children too young to understand the need to keep serious secrets from the unsuspecting townfolk.

He knew the Montana pack openly shifted in front of their kids. He wished they felt confident enough with their five to do the same, but sometimes this little group just felt so isolated here, as if their small pack had to hide everything in order to stay safe.

Bay hated secrets. He’d worked for the government long enough to abhor the power that secrets gave to those who found them out. Damn. He shoved his fears aside as worries for later.

Now the kids were asleep and Jake was stroking Bay’s cock, pressing his fingers once again against the tight ring of his ass. Bay almost whimpered with pleasure when the slick lube eased the way. He definitely groaned as Jake’s fingers were replaced by the broad, sheathed head of his cock, and groaned again when the pressure verged on pain as Jake pressed forward.

Breathing hard and fast, Bay forced his body to relax despite the sharp sting as Jake stretched his anal ring far enough to finally allow entrance—pain that quickly turned to burning pleasure when the fat crown passed through.

He visualized the slow entrance, the way his sphincter muscle tightened around Jake’s shaft. His entire body clenched in painful arousal and he clamped down hard on Jake’s cock.

Both men held still for a moment, giving Bay time to adjust to the fullness. Then Jake pressed closer, slowly slipping deep inside Bay, sliding in until his groin pressed up against Bay’s butt and their balls barely touched between them.

Bay’s lungs pumped like a bellows and he couldn’t seem to get enough air. Jake’s fingers tightened around his cock, stroking from tip to root and back up again. At the same time, he tilted his hips away, withdrawing almost entirely from Baylor’s tight channel. Bay gasped, startled by the sense of loss as Jake withdrew, the sudden pressure as he rammed forward, driving deep, thrusting hard.

Jake stroked Bay’s cock with one hand in perfect counterpoint to each driving beat. Pleasurable strokes, the pain of deep penetration. Pain that burned and ached in a most seductive manner. He cradled Bay’s balls with his other hand, holding them in place so that their testicles rubbed together with every rock and sway of his hips.

Bay lost himself to sensation, to the sounds and scents of their women, to the harsh breaths in his ear as Jake took him higher, drove deeper, held him tighter. In what seemed like mere seconds, both of them hovered on the edge of orgasm.

Jake squeezed and stroked the length of Bay’s shaft. He tightened his grasp painfully around Bay’s sac.

It took only a few deep thrusts before—body trembling, heart pounding—Bay flew over the top. Jake squeezed his cock and balls, using the thick streams of ejaculate to lube his steady strokes. Bay’s climax lasted forever. He knew he’d never run out of seed, never lose the sense of pleasure bordering on pain as his cock jerked within Jake’s fist.

Manda’s ecstatic cries and Shannon’s muffled curse announced their simultaneous orgasm. Bay’s muscles clutched at Jake’s cock and trapped him deep inside, holding him in a viselike grip. He felt the throb and surge of Jake’s climax, the ripple and pulse of his lover’s thick cock filling him.

Bay’s muscles clamped down even tighter on Jake’s surging cock, and their bodies jerked and spasmed in the fierce power of their orgasm. Then, with a final, heartfelt groan, Bay’s rigid muscles went lax, his lungs filled with air, his heart thudded against the walls of his chest.

They lay there in the big bed in a tangle of arms and legs, covered in sweat and semen and saliva, laughing at the mess they’d made, laughing over the fact they’d managed to find this small bit of time to be together in the way of their kind.

Once Bay’s breathing slowed and his heart began to beat its usual steady tattoo, he cast his thoughts out, searching the children’s rooms for signs of activity.

He found them all deep in slumber, their thoughts peaceful and their bodies at rest. He kissed Shannon first, then Manda. Then he turned and planted a deep, soul-searing kiss on Jake.

Thanks for thinking of this. I’ve missed it. Missed you.

Me too, bro. Me, too. I know you’re just down the hall, but sometimes it feels like a million miles.

Bay chuckled.
That’s because the path is guarded by crafty four-year-olds.

Laughing softly, Jake slipped free of Bay’s body and carefully removed the condom. “Ain’t that the truth.” He planted a kiss on Bay’s shoulder and held a hand out for Shannon. “C’mon, love. Party’s over. Time for all good little boys and girls to hit the shower.”

Groaning, Shannon crawled off Manda, kissed her quickly, and then followed Jake out of the bedroom.

Bay turned to gaze at Manda. She caught his eye. Her lips twitched. She tried biting them, but that didn’t work a bit. She burst into laughter just before Baylor tackled her.