Wolf Tales II (6 page)

Stefan’s eyes held a warning. He ate steadily as well, but his demeanor, while watchful, was much more relaxed. Xandi sipped her wine, studying Anton over the rim of the crystal goblet. He focused all his attention on his food, but she noticed his breathing appeared somewhat labored. There was a noticeable tremor in his large hands.

Without warning, Anton shoved his chair back from the table. He ripped at the collar of his shirt, tearing it down the front of his chest, sending buttons in all directions. Xandi slapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as Anton tore away the rest of his clothing and shifted, his body writhing through the change from man to wolf in less than a heartbeat.

Xandi shoved her chair back from the table as Anton leapt in her direction, snarling and snapping his jaws. Before she could throw up her hands in protection, Stefan was there, shifting before her eyes, blocking the attacking wolf, shoving him back with hands that were paws, with sharp teeth and strong jaws latched on just beneath the larger wolf’s throat.

Afraid to shift, Xandi backed out of the way. She should have stayed in their room, not allowed the two males to scent her while they were together, not during her time when instinctive lust could override their civilized minds.

Anton struggled to gain the upper hand, but Stefan was quicker, his emotions under control. Like viewing a nightmare in replay, Xandi watched as Stefan, his shredded clothes falling away from his body in tatters, forced Anton beneath him. He held Anton down with slavering jaws clamped tightly about his neck and both forelegs wrapped around his upper body.

Both wolves were aroused by the battle, their huge cocks glistening red and swollen, but it was Stefan this time who had the strength, Stefan who drove into Anton, forcing entrance despite the other wolf’s struggles. At the moment of penetration, Anton yelped and snarled, but he quickly dipped his head in acceptance and acknowledgment of Stefan’s superior strength.

Stefan’s hips thrust forward, at first making sharp, jabbing strokes, then easing back and slowing his pace once he seemed to realize Anton had truly yielded. The shift of the two men was almost simultaneous. As Xandi watched, one wolf dominating another became two men, almost identical in appearance, their bodies lean and beautiful,
their
long hair swinging with the rhythm of their joining. Stefan knelt behind the wizard, his eyes closed, a look of pure pleasure on his face as he stroked in and out of the other man. Anton held himself up, knees spread wide, arms outstretched, his body sliding forward with each powerful thrust of Stefan’s hips.

Stefan reached around Anton’s waist and grabbed the wizard’s swollen cock, stroking it in time with his slow, steady strokes. Xandi slowly peeled her dress down over her hips and stripped off the tiny bikini panties. She rubbed her palm across her rigid nipples with one hand, pressed hard between her legs with the middle finger of her other hand. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

She knelt beside Anton, her fingers still buried inside her streaming pussy. Anton’s eyes were closed, his lips parted in what might have been pain, but was more likely pleasure. She leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. Anton’s eyes flew open. Xandi took the opportunity of surprise to kiss him again, this time slipping her tongue deep inside his mouth.

Anton reached up with his left arm and wrapped it around her neck, holding her closer for their shared kiss. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry… I…”

“I know.” She trailed kisses along his shoulder, kissed the line of taut muscles along the side of his ribs,
then
sat back on her heels to watch. She was barely conscious of her fingers slowly circling her clitoris, dipping into her wet pussy, then stroking her clit once again. She caught the rhythm the men shared, stroking herself in time with Stefan’s deep penetration of Anton.

They were beautiful to watch, two men, their lean bodies glistening with sweat, their muscles straining with each thrust and draw. Anton’s eyes were closed, his mouth twisted in a tight grimace of pain and pleasure as Stefan’s thighs slapped against his buttocks. Stefan’s eyes were mere slits, his mouth slightly open, his fingers now grasping Anton’s hips, his long hair swinging across his shoulders with each powerful thrust.

Xandi felt her desire growing, knew her climax was mere seconds away. Stefan picked up the pace, slamming his cock into Anton, his hands holding Anton in place as he filled him. Anton threw his head back and cried out, his shout turning to a long, low howl of pleasure, the sound of the wolf. His erect cock seemed to swell, to beckon Xandi. She reached out and grabbed him, held on tightly, squeezing the hard flesh, pumping Anton’s cock in time to Stefan’s deep, penetrating thrusts while her left hand stayed buried in her own hot pussy.

Anton stiffened, just as Stefan cried out and drove forward, almost knocking Anton over. Xandi watched the thick spurts of semen spatter the carpet in front of Anton as he climaxed, knew Stefan filled the other man with his own ejaculate. She sobbed with her own orgasm, felt the muscles clenching her fingers and wished it had been Anton’s cock, Stefan’s, either of the men she loved.

Panting, arms trembling, Anton carefully lowered himself to the floor, rolling away from Xandi… and in a heartbeat, it all made perfect sense. Why hadn’t she figured this out before? She shook her head and smiled, first at Stefan, then at Anton. She let her gaze linger on the wizard. “Okay,” she said, with enough force that both men looked up. “It’s bullshit. That’s enough. I have
finally
figured it out, you know? This is the last time. No more.”

Anton squinted and stared at her. Stefan still looked a bit dazed. “You don’t get it, do you?” she said, rocking back on her heels. “All this domination crap. You, Anton, jumping on Stefan when he already wanted you, now Stefan, saving me from the Anton’s
wild impulse
… it’s all bullshit.” She wiped her damp fingers on the thick carpet. “You’re both so damned afraid to admit what you really want. Don’t you get it?” She glared at Stefan and then Anton. “You love each other. You desire each other. That doesn’t make you less manly or any less than what you are. It makes you more. Quit hiding behind all this macho shit and make love to each other the way you want to.”

Xandi stood up and planted both hands on her hips. “You both need to bathe. Together might be a good way to start. Then you need to spend some time together getting past your hang-ups. Learn to touch one another with love, not under the guise of doing battle. In the meantime, I’m going to run. Alone. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

She shifted before they had time to react, taking her lupine form with all its musky scent and powerful pheromones, well aware neither man had the energy to pursue her now. With a sharp yip, she raced down the long hallway and through an open door, out into the freedom of the dark forest beyond.

* * *

She returned around midnight, when the quarter moon hung high in the sky and light spilled from the huge bay windows in the den. Anton and Stefan must be awake. Shifting into her human form, Xandi went directly to the room she shared with Stefan. The huge bed was empty. She had expected as much.

She was smiling, humming to herself when she stepped into the shower. There was still one more thing she needed to do before this night would end. One more thing, before the beginning of a new day.

Chapter 6

Xandi dried her hair and wrapped herself in a light silk robe. There was a momentary sigh of regret for the lovely dress she’d worn earlier, the care she’d taken for her role of seductress. Anton’s unexpected response to her scent while she was still in human form had shocked but not completely surprised her.

He’d admitted earlier this week he had been years without a woman. Not until he’d taken Stefan in what was more a show of dominance than lust, had Anton broken his celibacy. She wondered if Stefan realized she’d orchestrated their lovemaking this evening as much to ease his sexual tensions before dinner with Anton as to share their love?

Things could so easily have gotten out of hand at dinner. As it was, everything had been perfect, though not entirely planned. Smiling, Xandi tightened the belt to her robe and padded barefoot down the long hallway. Her life had certainly taken some odd turns in the past few weeks.

The image of Stefan’s powerful body pressed up against Anton’s equally strong male form filled her mind. Her nipples peaked and she was aware of the charge of heat and moisture in her pussy. A perfect example. She’d never thought watching two men having sex would arouse her. Tonight, she’d practically come without even touching herself, at the moment Stefan had penetrated Anton.

Xandi stopped, just a few feet from the closed dining room door and opened her thoughts. She sensed both men just beyond, sensed the subtle shift in power. Stefan maintained his newly won dominance over Anton. Their night of sexual discovery obviously had not ended when she left the room, but it had left Stefan in control. Smiling, Xandi pushed the door open. Did Anton realize
his
night of exploration was far from ending?

Well, she was doing it for the health of the pack, wasn’t she? Grinning even wider, Xandi stepped into the dining room.

Anton and Stefan sat near the fire, each with a glass of cognac. Both men were casually dressed, their shirts unbuttoned and hanging out at the waist. Stefan had chosen a leather wingback chair. Anton sat alone on one end of the long, black leather couch. Xandi noticed bites on Stefan’s throat, red marks such as he had often left on her neck during lovemaking. The comfort level between the two men was high, the pervasive sexuality between them both sensual and seductive.

Thank goodness she’d had the few hours’ long run to sort things out. It was so much easier to make decisions as a wolf. She’d learned quickly that her civilized upbringing and middle-class mores faded into the pure, elemental world of a creature of the night.

Stefan noticed her first, stopping in mid-sip, his crystal goblet of cognac tilted against his full bottom lip. He smiled. “You’re back. Anton and I were just wondering if we should go search for you.” There was no condemnation in his voice.

“Actually, we were going to flip a coin. The winner would be the one who searched.” There was such a look of longing in Anton’s eyes that Xandi’s stomach did a quick flip.

Later.
There was time for that later.

Stefan poured a glass of the amber liquor and handed it to her. Xandi sat next to Anton, facing Stefan. “I needed to think,” she said, taking a sip. The cognac went down her throat like golden fire. Her thoughts were even clearer than they’d been earlier.

“This has been a most amazing week.” She stared into the liquid depths of her drink. “I came here with Stefan, looking for answers for him. Instead, I’ve found answers to questions that have plagued me all my life. Questions about my desires, my wants… my basic nature. I’ve also realized many things I held as truth went against my innermost feelings.”

She looked up then, smiling at both Anton and Stefan. “I’ve learned, most graphically, that love, the abiding emotional and sexual love we all need and want, isn’t always just between a man and a woman. It can be just as strong between two men…” She paused, hoping she was putting her thoughts into the right words. “Or, a woman and two men.”

Stefan nodded, urging her on. She turned toward Anton and saw the hope in his eyes. “I’ve only known you a week, Anton, but the bond between us is strong. Instinctive, almost. I imagine it’s the wolf in me that understands this. The human woman certainly couldn’t figure it out, though I felt a bond with Stefan the very first night we met, even before I’d seen his face.” She smiled and tilted her head toward her lover. “By the way, have I told you what a handsome face it is?”

His soft chuckle warmed the atmosphere even more. “If anyone had told me I would be aroused by the sight of two men making love, and that’s exactly what you two have done, for all the dominance and power plays, I would have denied it. If anyone had even suggested I would want to be part of that love, I would have thought they were crazy. I was so wrong.”

She sighed and shook her head, her heart almost bursting with the overwhelming emotions, hers and theirs. “I love both of you. I realize I
need
both of you. The time may come, as our pack increases, that I will want another mate as well. As might you. Whether it’s the wolf in me or just who I am, I realize this is my new reality. I hope you can accept it… accept me.”

Stefan set his empty glass down, stood up and leaned over Xandi. “I love you,” he said, kissing her very gently on the lips. He turned then to Anton and ran his palm in a caressing stroke from the wizard’s brow, along the smooth fall of his hair, to grasp his shoulder. “I love you as well. Both of you, in equal measure, but it’s been a long day for me, and I imagine the two of you have much to…” He paused and winked at Xandi, “… discuss. Good night. I’ll see you in the morning, if not before.” Without any sign of self-consciousness, Stefan leaned over and kissed Anton on the mouth, gave him a last squeeze on his shoulder, and left the room.

Anton’s expression was one of pure disbelief when he looked up and stared at Xandi. She almost laughed out loud, but instead, she took one last sip of her cognac and reached for Anton. “For the good of the pack?” she asked, taking his hand. “That was the reason you gave me for polyandrous relationships within a wolven pack. It’s more than that, Anton. I do love you. You have made it possible for me -- and Stefan -- to finally know our true natures. You have given us our lives. That is a gift without price.”

Anton stood up, his lithe body moving with the grace of a dancer. He stared intently at Xandi, his amber eyes glowing with desire, the corner of his mouth tilted up in a slight smile. “I feel as if I’ve been caught at my own game.”

He shook his head as he placed both hands on Xandi’s shoulders. “It’s not a game though, Alexandria. Do you mean what you say? Your scent is driving me wild. Thank God Stefan stopped me tonight or I would have raped you without any thought to your humanity, to your own needs and desires. Right now, if Stefan and I hadn’t exhausted ourselves fuc… making love, I’d be ripping this robe from your shoulders and driving into you whether you wanted me or not.”

“Ah, but I do want you.” Xandi wrapped her arms around Anton’s neck and stood on her toes to kiss him. “Only I want you on my terms, in my way… at least this first time. I take my role as the Alpha female quite seriously.” She tested the seam of his full lips with the tip of her tongue, plunging inside when he parted for her. His arms tightened around her back and she felt the huge bulge of his cock pressing against her belly.

This was not Stefan, yet the need she felt, the desire for Anton, was almost identical. She dipped her shoulder so that he could tug her robe off of her, and when she was completely nude, she practically posed before him, her body offering the kind of lush invitation she knew he needed.

Anton felt as if he’d entered some sort of dream state. For five long years he had thought only of Stefan, of the torment the young magician suffered because of his unwillingness to learn, of the almost visceral sexual reaction he had every time he was close to the younger man. Their confrontation a mere week ago had left him dissatisfied, angry with his own loss of control. He’d not been able to read Stefan’s true feelings, had hoped like hell he hadn’t broken the other man’s will, or even worse, made an enemy of one of the very few left of their kind.

Now this woman, this perfect, sensual, intelligent woman, not only embraced the beast within him, but her own as well. His mouth moved over hers. His hands stroked the smooth, satiny flesh of her back. She was perfect. She was everything he’d dreamed of.

She was
Chanku.
He fought the urge to shift, to take her as a wolf.

He controlled his need, subjugated it to her will. She had offered herself in her human form. He must honor that, no matter how difficult. He ran his hands along her smooth back and sighed against her mouth. It was a truly pleasing form, this human body of hers.

Her hands slipped across the front of his shirt and shoved it back over his shoulders. He quickly shrugged out of it, then shoved his pants off. Of course he’d forgotten his shoes. Laughing, feeling ridiculous and silly, he ended up on his butt looking up at
Alexandria
.

This view wasn’t bad at all. She stood before him, legs spread wide, hands on hips, fighting a smile and pretending to glare down at him while he sat on the floor all tangled in his pants. The fleshy lips of her pussy pouted between the neatly trimmed thatch of auburn curls and her scent caught his nostrils, her essence arousing in the extreme.

Almost in a trance, he felt the smile leave his lips as he shoved his pants and shoes off his feet in one swift motion, then leaned over to taste her with his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he ran his tongue lightly across the soft flesh of her belly, but she moaned aloud when he swept over the tiny protruding clit, barely peeking out of the mat of soft hair.

She was hot. So damned hot and her flavor was sweet and succulent, seasoned with the essence of her time, her heat. He lapped at the thick labia, licking and sucking at her swollen flesh, well aware when her arousal loosed the lubricating fluids, readying her for their joining.

Her legs trembled and her hands clenched tightly in his hair. Shaking himself free of her grip, Anton stood up and grabbed her in his arms, lifting her off her feet as if she weighed nothing at all. She looped her slim arms around his neck and smiled at him.

He carried her to the long couch in front of the fire and stretched her out on a soft afghan. She was perfect, a woman unlike any he’d ever known… a female of his own species.

Alexandria smiled at him, held her arms up to welcome him. He settled himself between her legs and his cock was so hard and sensitive it felt alien to him, as if some other entity had empowered him with this sense of lust, of deep, carnal desire for a woman of his kind.

For
Alexandria
.
Gone were thoughts of Stefan, of any other partners he might have known over his past fifty years. There was only
Alexandria
and her pouting lips, her pussy welcoming him, begging him to enter.

When he angled his cock to meet her, when he touched her moist center, he almost wept. This was the feeling he’d wanted, the knowledge he’d begged for. For all his power as wizard, as wolf, as mentor and Master, this was the one thing that had eluded him, the perfect match of male and female, of Alpha wolf and mate.

In the back of his mind, he knew she belonged to Stefan, but she was granting him this time, this moment, without thought of any other male. Anton found entrance and thrust hard and deep, then held himself there, deeply entrenched inside her hot, wet passage, his cock squeezed by her strong vaginal muscles, his senses overwhelmed by the scent of her heat, her season, this time she shared with him.

This was what it truly meant, to be part of the pack, to be one with the Alpha female. He wanted to weep, to bow his head in prayer for such a gift, but he withdrew slowly and filled her once again. She lifted her hips, welcoming him, and he found his rhythm, their rhythm, until the only sounds were the slick slap of belly to pubis, of his breath and hers, soft moans, slight gasps, the rush of her heart, the pounding in his and they crested, both of them finding completion together, joined in a single heartbeat, a final thrust, a single sigh and a groan.

Almost in a trance, Anton held himself over
Alexandria
, his hips pressed tightly between her legs, his cock deeply embedded in her welcoming pussy. Her muscles spasmed around him in a sweet rhythm and he felt his seed filling her. There would be no young. He accepted that. She was pledged to Stefan. Knowing that, he accepted her gift and honored it. She would be a true leader, one who welcomed all to the pack.

He let his arms go loose and fell to one side. Alexandria cupped his face in her palm, leaned close and kissed him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I love you.” She nuzzled his cheek with hers, ran her lips across his throat. They lay together as their heartbeats slowed, as breathing returned to normal. Finally,
Alexandria
raised herself up on one elbow and kissed him. “I need to get some sleep,” she said. “It’s been a long day. Come with me, please? The bed is large, and I know Stefan is waiting.”