Wolf Tales VI (11 page)

“What’s up?”

“Mei. I’m worried we’re rushing her. I just found her yesterday. She’s already had sex with Oliver and I haven’t given her a capsule today. What if…?”

“Oliver gave her one with breakfast.”

“He told you?”

Adam nodded. “Mindtalking when I was teasing Mei. She’s had the second one. He’s already noticed her rubbing her arms. Remember that irritating itch?”

Eve nodded and took the menu the waitress handed her and nodded again when the woman asked if she wanted coffee. It was almost lunchtime but her hours were all messed up. Breakfast sounded wonderful. “Good she took the pill. Did you find out anything else?”

Adam shook his head. “Not much. He thinks she’s Chanku, but he said there’s something different about her. He’s known all of us, the members of the San Francisco pack as well as the ones in Maine and Montana. If Oliver thinks there’s something different, we need to tread lightly.”

“Have you talked to Anton?” Eve smiled at the waitress and took her cup of coffee. Adam sipped his as well.

“No, but that’s a great idea. Drink your coffee. Order a really rare steak and eggs for me. I’ll go out and give him a quick call.”

He leaned over and kissed her, took another quick sip of his coffee and walked out to the parking lot. Anton would know. The man seemed to have an answer for everything. Leaning against the hood of Stefan’s birthday truck, Adam punched in the number.

When he finished his conversation with the leader of the Montana pack and went back in to eat breakfast with Eve, Adam realized he felt even more confused than he had before he called.

Chapter 6

Eve’s fingers wrapped snugly around Adam’s and they walked along the flowered pathway through a lovely park. She imagined they looked like any young couple in love. No one passing would ever dream they were shapeshifters, able to become wolves in a time span barely longer than the beat of a heart.

Adam, with his tall, rangy build and sun-bleached hair would have looked equally perfect on the back of a horse or balanced on a surfboard, and Eve couldn’t ignore the envious glances of other women who passed them.

If they only knew.

“What are you grinning about?” Adam pulled her into the shade of a mossy oak and looped his arms loosely around her hips.

“Thinking how much my life has changed. How no one we’ve passed would ever imagine how we spend our nights.” She smiled up at him, inviting his kiss.

She hadn’t known Adam all that long, but she’d never known him to turn down an invitation. His lips were warm and sweet when they covered hers. His tongue trailed along the seam of her mouth, but he didn’t force entry. Instead he licked and teased before resting his forehead against hers.

“Do you think Mei will go through with it?” Adam took a deep breath and rolled his forehead over Eve’s. “Anton said the only way we’re going to find out more about her is during orgasm, when her thoughts will be totally open to us.”

“I hate the subterfuge.” Eve wrapped her arms around his waist, but her thoughts were on Mei. She knew so little about her, but already Eve felt a kinship with her newly rediscovered friend. “She’s such a sweetheart and her life has been so tough. Can’t we just wait? That’s asking an awful lot of a woman you barely know, to share herself so intimately with three people at the same time.”

“She seemed willing when I teased her about it. Besides, Anton wants us to head back in the morning, if we can. Tomorrow it will be her third day on the pills. She could shift at any time.”

“Isn’t that all you need? To see her shift? What more proof is there?”

“We can’t hang around here forever and wait.” Adam drew Eve against his chest and she went willingly into his embrace. “Some don’t shift for a week or more.”

“What’s the rush?”

“Stefan’s birthday—that truck parked under that tree is probably a big part of the celebration. Remember, that’s his birthday gift you borrowed when you ran off.”

There was no condemnation in his voice, but she felt it just the same. “Adam, I am so sorry.” She felt terrible when she thought about it now. Damn, what a coward she’d been, to run away like a scared rabbit, just because she was terrified of the emotional intimacy, of losing her freedom. She’d caused everyone so much trouble.

“But you found Mei.”

“You’re in my head again, aren’t you?” She looked up at him and grinned.

Adam nuzzled his cheek against Eve’s. She wanted more, but now wasn’t the time. “I love you,” he said, brushing his lips softly over hers. “I want to be in more than your head. I want to run with you in the forest and make love to you when we’re both Chanku. We’ve never done that. Never shared the most intimate mating two creatures can experience. I want to bond with you so that you’ll always know what’s in my heart. So you won’t have any fears or doubts, ever again.”

“Is there anyplace around here? A park or someplace private?”

Adam took her hand and started walking back toward the truck. “I want to go back to Montana, where we know we’re safe from prying eyes, where we both feel comfortable in familiar woods. For tonight, though, let’s plan a nice dinner out, some wine and time to get to know Mei better. We’ll invite her to leave with us tomorrow, but hopefully she’ll join us in bed tonight. We’ll know better how to proceed once we can see who and what she is.”

“It sounds so cold-blooded, to plan sex with an ulterior motive like that.” Eve slipped her hand out of Adam’s and wrapped her arms around herself. “For so many years, the men who fucked me did it for a reason. Never for me. It was all for them. I don’t want to be like that with Mei. It’s wrong. I don’t know if I can go through with it.”

Adam stopped and touched Eve’s shoulder with his fingertips. She felt the warmth and strength in his hands, the power in his body and realized it was impossible to be upset with him for long. Odd, for her, anyway, to be so accepting so quickly. She asked herself, how well did she know this man? They’d only spent a couple days together. Very intense days, but not enough time to really know one another. Still, there was no doubt in her mind that Adam was hers, that she would bond with him. Whatever barrier in her heart had existed was no longer there. She wondered what it was about him that filled her with as much trust as love. “Convince me, Adam. Make me see this from your eyes.”

“It’s not like I want Mei to do anything she’s not ready for, Eve. Oliver’s already half in love with her, if not totally caught. I know you love her or you never would have taken her into your bed and you wouldn’t be this worried about her now. I don’t know her well enough to say I love her, but I find her extremely attractive and I know she’s at least physically attracted to me. I’m only asking that you help me read her thoughts when she reaches orgasm. We can work together and get more clarity.”

Eve shook her head, more certain now than ever. “Only if Mei approves. I won’t sneak into her mind and look for things that even Mei doesn’t know are there. We tell her our plans, or we don’t do it.” Eve put her hand on Adam’s forearm and imagined the leg of the wolf, all sinewy power and coarse, dark fur. “Men have lied to me and used me all my life. I won’t be part of that now. Not for any reason, with any woman…or man. If you truly care about me, you’ll understand why this is so important.”

“If we were bonded, I’d know.” Adam slipped her fingers into the crook of his arm and started down the trail toward the car. “I’m not sure if this will work if she knows, but we’ll do it your way. Do you want to tell her, or should I?”

Eve stopped in her tracks. “What? You’re agreeing with me?” Laughing, she shook her head. “I don’t believe it.”

Adam’s smile melted whatever was left of her heart. “Believe it. Get used to it.” He tapped her forehead with his index finger. “You’re a smart woman, Eve, and your instincts are excellent. You’ve just reminded me that honor and integrity are a lot more important than results.”

She stood on her toes and kissed him soundly. “I know if there’s a problem, you’ll figure out a way to fix it.”

“Yeah. Right.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s been almost three hours since we left those two. I imagine they’ve worked up an appetite by now. Let’s see where they want to go for dinner.”

Mei slipped into the shower behind Oliver. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled that sexy smile of his and her heart did a huge flip, right there in her chest. “Want me to scrub your back?” he asked. There was a promise of more in his voice.

“No. I thought you might need a little help yourself.” She slipped around to the front of him and knelt down with the stinging spray beating hard on her back. Slowly, almost reverently, Mei took his cock in her hands. Such a perfect instrument of pleasure. Long and dark and thick, broad at the head with the foreskin rolled back behind the flare of the crown. She traced the thick veins along his length, cupped his wrinkled sac in her palm and felt herself cream at the mere sense of the weight she held. At the potential for pleasure.

They’d made love for hours. Her pussy should be rubbed raw, but instead she felt herself come to life once again, now, as she nestled his lovely balls in her right palm and stroked his solid, semierect penis in her left hand.

His size and weight increased as she held him. Oliver’s physical response to her touch was amazingly sensual and she felt again the hot rush of fluid between her legs. What was it about this man? She should be sick of sex by now. She’d never been fucked in so many positions and so many times in a single day in her life.

Instead, each time she came, her body seemed to want more. Each climax left her hanging, as if there was more waiting, just beyond reach. Now, when she should have been lying in bed exhausted, she’d followed Oliver into the shower, knowing exactly what she wanted from him.

His cock in her mouth. His taste on her tongue. The strength of his thighs pressing solidly against her body and the knowledge she’d brought him, once again, to his peak. Steam rose around them both and she thought of the forest, barely tamed in this place. Thought of the heat when her body held Oliver’s powerful shaft deep inside. She wanted to share that heat and warmth and sense of connection, so she stroked his dark length and put every bit of herself into her touch.

Gently stretching and rubbing his foreskin over the broad crown of his cock, using it to softly stimulate the sensitive glans, she wondered at the resilience of their bodies. He should be absolutely raw by now, considering the number of times they’d had sex.

Made love.

He really had loved her. Worshipped her body, treated her like an absolute treasure. It was new, this sense of being loved, of being important to another person. So many times, so many ways and with a depth of emotion that left her stunned. She’d marveled at the power of his loving, at her own body’s ability to come back, time after time, for more.

She’d wondered, off and on, if Oliver used her to make up for all those years when he couldn’t have sex. Was she nothing more than a vessel? Then he’d say or do something amazing, and her doubts would fly out the window. He did love her. He must, to make love to her over and over again, to always put her needs first. Not once had he climaxed without taking her over the edge, never had he done anything without Mei as his full partner, making love with her, not to her.

She slipped her mouth over the head of his cock and wrapped her fingers around his tight buttocks. Damn! He had a rock-hard butt and the muscles moved in powerful ripples beneath her hands. His cock swelled between her lips and she sucked him deeper. Steam rose hot and thick around them and Oliver leaned forward, bracing himself on the walls of the shower.

Mei slipped her fingers into the tight crease between his firm cheeks and traced him from ass to balls and back again. She paused to lightly tease his sensitive perineum, and felt his muscles tense. Her fingers were slick with soap and it wasn’t long before she centered on the tight ring of puckered muscle at his ass. She pressed and released, pressed again, harder, and he moaned, dropping his head forward, shoving back against her finger.

The shower cascaded over Mei’s head and shoulders, an endless stream of warmth. She felt the various trails of water touching the swell of her breasts, dripping from the tips of her sensitive nipples. More trailed the swell of her hip and raced over her clit. She felt it. Felt every drop like tiny fingers, touching her, arousing her body to a feverish pitch.

Her tongue played with Oliver’s foreskin, stretched tightly now behind the flare of his glans, her finger maintained the same steady rhythm, pressing but not entering his anus. He groaned and she felt it wherever their bodies touched. She drew him deeper, tonguing the velvety surface of his cock, sucking her lips around the firm strength of his shaft. He grew longer, thicker. Her own hips were rocking now, moving to his rhythm, caught in the sound of water beating a steady tattoo against flesh and tile, in the short, sharp gasps of Oliver’s breath, of her own heart pounding in her ears.

She relaxed all the muscles in her throat and did something she’d never attempted before. She swallowed him. Her throat muscles rippled, contracting around his cock. He went deeper, obviously controlling his thrust. She felt the muscles in his buttocks quiver, the thick penetration of his cock down her throat, and finally the soft pressure of his balls against her chin. Her finger pierced his sphincter, pressing deep, driving him farther down her throat when he would have pulled back.

She felt the tight ring of his muscle grasp her knuckle. Felt the slick heat inside his body and the clench of powerful muscles holding her tight. She pressed harder, burying her long middle finger to the knuckle and pressing forward, finding the small gland she’d heard of. It was there, just like a G-spot for guys, smooth and round, exactly the way she’d heard, and she softly massaged it as she suckled his cock.

Oliver’s body tensed. Her mind filled with sensation as all he felt spilled out, unchecked, flowing into her, becoming a part of Mei. She was Oliver, her cock held in a wonderful vise of pleasure, the waves of sensation increasing tenfold with each press of her finger inside his body. It was totally different than stroking her clit. Oliver experienced a stabbing electrical jolt of pleasure each time she rubbed him, pleasure that seemed to coil around his spine and roll straight back to his balls.

She sensed his climax coming, knew hers wasn’t far behind. The water seemed to ravage her clit, the gentle river of moisture equal to Oliver’s tongue between her legs. She arched her hips forward, swallowed him deeper, tongue and lips adding to his arousal. One hand cupped his balls, her finger pressed deep inside his ass, all of it coming together in a maelstrom of pleasure.

His testicles tightened in her palm and his ass clenched down hard on her finger. She felt the veins in his cock swell, knew the moment when he tried to pull free and she held him in her mouth, not so far down her throat this time, but caught firmly between lips and tongue just the same.

He cried out, a long, low howl that was animalistic and ragged. She held him tightly and wondered if his knees would have buckled without her supporting grasp. She tasted him, not for the first time, but never had she felt such control, such a powerful sense of connection. Her own climax hit just as the first salty ejaculate filled her throat.

Sucking, swallowing, breathing in as much of the steam-filled air as she could through her nose, Mei felt as if her entire world shifted. She flew with Oliver, fell head over heels through shards of light and dark, her body a trembling mass of sensation. All the power, the pleasure, the heart-stopping rapture of his climax and hers, melded. They became one, a single roiling creature of passion.