Hungry Like the Wolf

by Hungry Like the Wolf

  "Why didn't you cum?" It was almost an accusation.

  Leaning into her, he nuzzled the area between neck and shoulder and bit down hard enough to leave a mark and to taste a bead of blood. Rather than reacting with pain, her back arched and she moaned, rocking her hips against him once more. Hearing her pant had to be one of the sexiest things he'd ever heard.

  "I want to cum in your mouth," he whispered throatily before grinning at her cheekily.

  "You do?" she asked in confusion.

  Her eyes had widened comically, and it was hard to hold back a small chuckle. It seemed incredible to believe that this woman had been married for a long period of time. He nodded.

  "OK, but I'm not very good at . . . that," she whispered before ducking her head in embarrassment. And she did feel shame. She was a grown ass woman and yet she wasn't, apparently, very experienced in bed. Or maybe it was just that the Jakman brothers were so good she felt she was inexperienced in comparison?

  Eyes flaring open angrily, he realized that Joe must have told her that, and, unable to help it, a growl rumbled in his chest. How dare that bastard undermine this beautiful sexy woman's confidence?

  He moved them backwards away from the door and let her slide from him. He watched rather than helped her, enjoying watching her figure out the best way to unimpale herself from his cock.

  Almost immediately she dropped to her knees and grabbed him with gentle fingers. The very tenderness of that touch drove him wild. His cock strained in her fingers and when he felt the hesitant stroke, he had to press himself into her and place his arms against the door to keep himself upright.

  His entire body felt strung out, totally on edge with the delicate fingers that were touching him. When her mouth began to caress the crown of his cock, he groaned deep and the muscles in his belly stood on edge.

  Her tongue meandered around the length of his shaft, licking the vein on the underside, delineating the lines of the mushroom-shaped head. It was too hard to keep still, so he didn't bother. His hips began to rock and although he could sense her shock, he could also sense her willingness to please. He refused to hurt her, when all he wanted to do was pound himself into her and feel her swallow his length. Instead, he moved slowly, deep enough to almost make her gag, but he pulled back before she could choke. It was damned difficult to do, the wolf demanded he let go, that he fuck her properly, but the man wouldn't allow Nicole to feel any hurt.

  When she began to suction her mouth, her cheeks pressing tightly against him, he began to cum. His balls drew up and against his body. His cum began to spew from him and he remained in her mouth until he was finished, allowing her no room to do anything but swallow. She didn't look too pleased, but he pulled himself from her mouth and lifted her from the floor and placed his arms around her in an embrace as an apology of sorts.

  His hand came up to cup her head and pressed it against his chest comfortingly. He held her like that for a minute or two then tilted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes.

  Seeing a spot of cum at the corner of her mouth, he raised a finger and dragged it around her pout. He sensed rather than saw her shock but continued to spread it on her lips like a gloss. With a groan, his mouth came down on hers and plundered her until her knees weakened and she drooped wearily against his chest.

  A few moments later, he walked her into the bedroom and released himself from her arms with a sigh of displeasure. There was nothing more he longed to do than join her in her bed and cuddle up to her while she slept. It was tempting, damnably so, but he managed to resist with an effort and quickly zipped up his fly as he hurried back to the third floor.

  * * * *

  On a snarl of rage that was covered up by the nail gun, he was using to attach the wooden paneling Joe Durst had requested for this room to the wall, Hugh fought his anger, but it was a battle he was quickly losing.

  It wasn't difficult to sense another wolf's anger, and Hugh had been very aware of Byron's displeasure with him this morning. His revenge had been fitting, for now, it was he, who was fuming with ire. He, who was deviously calculating a way to get Nicole to himself this evening.

  Before Byron even walked into the room, Hugh had been able to pick up his scent, or, more specifically, Nicole's scent above that of his brother's. It made him seethe, and it was extremely difficult to continue working and maintain a cool facade in front of his workmen when all he wanted to do was rip Byron's head off.

  Cricking his neck to the side, he sighed in pleasure as it cracked and relieved some of the tension of the past hour or so. As he continued to work, Hugh concocted a scheme and thereafter kept his eyes on the clock.

  This whole situation was so crazy. He hated fighting with his brother, but something about Nicole made it impossible to relinquish her to Byron. They'd shared in the past, hell, almost every girlfriend they'd had had wanted a threesome. But with Nicole, the thought was difficult to contemplate. His brain and his wolf couldn't tolerate allowing it to happen. But, at the same time, he realized that both he and Byron felt exactly the same way about her.

  If both of them could just figure out whatever the hell those feelings were, then that would be helpful!

  It was too soon to say love and the feeling was much stronger than lust.

  Whatever it was, it affected both the wolf and the man in him, and that had never happened before.

  It should have freaked him out, worried him even. But, because it was Nicole, he accepted it for whatever it was.

  At four fifty-five exactly, Hugh put down his tools and looked pointedly at Byron.

  "Take the crew home, Byron. Then come and pick me up after. I have some shit to finish up here."

  His eyes dared Byron to argue with him in front of the crew as a small fire began to burn in his brother eyes. Hugh stared him down. As Alpha, there was no chance in hell that Byron could win a fighting competition between them, let alone a staring contest.

  Byron obviously knew what Hugh was intending and resented it hotly. But Hugh didn't give a damn. It was his turn now, and he'd be damned if he would relinquish it!

  Sulking, Byron packed up and headed out. Waiting for the crew to get into the cab of his truck, he set off five minutes later. He smirked triumphantly. It would take at least an hour for Byron to get back here, so he had plenty of time to see Nicole once more.

  Climbing down the stairs with haste, he knocked quietly on her office door then popped his head around the door when there was no response. Moving towards the bedroom door, he opened it and looked inside once more. Seeing the rumpled sheets made his blood boil, but he ignored it and focused on the sounds of Nicole showering.

  Quickly stripping off his clothes in the bedroom, he opened the door to the shower and walked in. Hearing her squeal as he joined her, he grinned wolfishly and tugged her into his arms.

  "Hugh? What the hell?" she squealed in surprise, her mouth opening into a perfect O as she squirmed within his embrace.

  He grinned as her movements merely enticed him all the more. He saw the moment she recognized his response as her emerald orbs glazed over slightly and her body melted against his.

  Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her temple then nuzzled his face into her neck. He could still smell Byron on her, but, unlike earlier in the day, the evidence of Byron's possession didn't annoy him.

  Her scent melded and blended perfectly with both his and Byron's, making her exude the most glorious perfume. His wolf came to the forefront, and it was difficult to contain the roar of pleasure as that magnificent scent worked its way through his body.

  "Come here, babe," he murmured, his voice rough and husky.

  She came willingly, but he dragged her even closer. A millimeter apart was just too damned much!

  Pressing his lips to hers, his mouth opened her own. He teased her and taunted her with his lips and tongue, inciting her lust until her body was rocking against his. All that silky smooth dripping wet flesh against his own was a delicious feeling, and he couldn't resist
lifting her up and against him.

  She spread her legs to cling to him, and he pushed her back against the shower wall. Plunging into her, he sighed at the sensation. It felt almost like coming home.

  * * * *

  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

  The call turned his smile upside down.

  "What the hell are you going on about, Durst?" he asked as calmly as he could despite the angry growl rumbling in his throat that begged to be set free.

  "You think you can fuck my wife? You think you can fuck her blatantly and not think I'd find out about it?"

  Thoroughly regretting not checking his Caller ID, Hugh grimaced at Byron and signaled that he was talking to Joe, by curling his hand and jerking it up and down for a second. Joe was the biggest Jerk Off he'd ever had the misfortune to meet. How Nicole, a kind and warm woman, had ever ended up with him, he didn't know.

  Having fully expected this call, he'd intended on ignoring it. Unfortunately, that plan had backfired and now he had to deal with the consequences. It wasn't that he was frightened of Joe, anything but! It was just that the man riled him up so quickly, stirred such ferocity in him, that it was hard to control himself, to control his wolf, and he couldn't afford to lose control . . . ever.

  "Well, you're not here, buddy. Nothing's stopping me. Even if you were here, you wouldn't be able to stop me. And, one more thing, she's not your wife anymore. Remember? She's a free woman now. Free to do whatever she wants. Free to see whoever she wants."

  Moving away from the third floor conversion, he climbed down the stairs and continued the conversation on the second floor, away from his crew and affording him more privacy to completely undermine his employer. He hated the prick, always had. If the project hadn't paid so damn good, he wouldn't have touched it with a barge pole! But, in this economy, he couldn't afford not to take a great job, let alone any work he could find.

  "You bastard. How fucking dare you?"

  "Easily, Durst. You're not here, and, if I'm right, you're fucking some beach bunny wherever the hell you are. Whatever is between Nicole and I is consensual, so I don't see as how it's any of your damn business."

  "None of my business?" Joe Durst screeched angrily. "You're fucking my wife on my goddamn property. I hired you to renovate my house not give my wife a good seeing to, you prick!"

  "Seems Nicole needs a good seeing to, Durst. Looks like you haven't been satisfying her nearly enough, buddy," Hugh added congenially.

  "Get the fuck off my property, Jakman!"

  "Never heard of something called a contract, Durst? A watertight one at that. You can't fire me, so get used to the idea of me banging your ex old lady," he replied with a dark chuckle.

  "You fucking bastard!"

  "Hey, you're not here, are you? Nicole has needs," he said the last word softly, taunting the already pissed off man on the phone. "I can satisfy her and more than you ever did. Being the gentleman that I am, I can't not help a lady in distress."

  He disliked talking about Nicole in such a manner, but it was too damned satisfying speaking to and treating Durst like the prick he was.

  "Bastard," Joe Durst hissed furiously.

  "Only calling it how it is. Yeah, Nicole sure is a screamer," Hugh said cheerfully, and then added in a confiding tone, "but then I'm sure you know that . . . . Oh, wait, no, I don't think you do."

  "Fuck you, Jakman. Stay away from my wife from now on. I'm warning you. You don't want to get on my bad side. Get that goddamn work finished as soon as humanly possible. Contracts work both ways."

  "No worries, Durst, and fuck your warnings. I can take you any day. But you can forget about me keeping my hands off of Nicole, she's far too irresistible," Hugh finished softly before disconnecting the call.

  On a hiss of fury, Joe Durst threw the wireless handset against the wall when the phone went dead. Cursing, he watched as the mother-fucker smashed into millions of pieces and grimaced as he realized that that goddamned piece of equipment had set him back a couple of grand.

  Staring broodingly at the wall and the expensive wreckage, he wondered why Tracy had to have such expensive taste. At least Nicole had always lived modestly.

  Hearing the clip-clop of her heels, he frowned at her pending entrance. He liked to be left alone when in a mood, Nicole had always known that.

  "What's all the noise about, Joe? I just got Brady to sleep!"

  Tracy's voice was quite nasal, and, to be honest, irritating. But her tits were perfect and he'd seen peaches with less curves than Tracy. Her ass was as firm as could be and she fucked like a dream, too. He didn't want the kid, had never wanted it. But he liked having Tracy on his arm and in his bed and Brady was the price he had to pay for that privilege. Until recently, he'd been able to afford the luxury of keeping both Nicole and Tracy. But the fucking economic crash had stopped all that.

  "Nothing, Tracy."

  "Then why the hell did you throw that phone against the wall? Dammit, Joe, that was a collector's item! Limited edition, too!"

  "I know, Tracy, I paid the fucking bill. Go shopping, do whatever. I have some business to sort out, and I need some peace and quiet to do it in."

  She narrowed her eyes at him, and he glared back at her.

  "What the hell's wrong with you, Joe? You're no fun anymore!"

  "Maybe if you weren't intent on bankrupting me then I would be more fun. If you want money, babe, then you have to let me earn it."

  "I can't help it that I like pretty things," she murmured, her luscious lips forming into a pout of complaint.

  "Do you hear me complaining? I like you in pretty things. You know that," Joe replied with a quirk of his brow and a knowing smile on his lips. "If you'd left me alone, as I'd asked, I wouldn't have even raised the subject. Go on, go shopping. Leave Brady with the nanny. I don't know why you bother with him when she's here."

  "I'm his mama, Joe. I wish you'd show more interest!"

  "In that little crying weasel? No way!"

  On a huff, she ignored him and spun around, giving him the perfect view of that ass wiggling in the tightest skirt imaginable. She knew how much he loved her ass and flaunted it as much as she possibly could. Just seeing her walk off made his cock twitch and with a grumble, he reached down and jerked it before rearranging his pants. He had no time to fuck her. He had to do something to stop this whole investment from unraveling and fucking bankrupting him. He was fully aware that if the money stopped coming in, kid or no kid, Tracy would leave him like a shot.

  Nothing had gone right on this damned project. They were already fifty grand over budget and that was money he simply did not have. It seemed a fucking waste of time to pour money into something that he was just going to burn down, but it was a necessity. No insurance company in their right mind would think a guy who had spent over two hundred grand on renovating a house would set it on fire. It gave him a cast iron alibi and with the maximum coverage, he knew he'd get at least a million dollars from this claim.

  It was money he needed and his scheme had ensured that he would never be investigated. Intending to incriminate Nicole had seemed like one of his better ideas, hell, more like a plan that was sent from above! And it had all been going swimmingly until she'd started fucking the workmen.

  Languishing for him as she had been, no investigator in his right mind would look at Nicole and not see her as a suspect. House owned by her ex-husband, who had left her for some younger flesh and had had a kid with said piece of fluff. After the renovation, the ex was due to sell the property, thus leaving her homeless.

  Jealousy, envy, whatever. She would have looked as guilty as sin and he would have been Scot-free.

  The fucking audacity of the woman. She knew he had cameras all over the damned house. She knew that he spied on the Jakman brothers to ensure that they were keeping up to the speed he'd demanded early on. Either she genuinely did not give a shit about him seeing her on camera with the men he'd hired to renovate the house or she was trying to make him to jealous.


  Either way, and thanks to her, his whole plan was crumbling, and it infuriated him. Not only was crafting a new plan a complete waste of his valuable time, but it would cost him dearly to set it into practice.

  He couldn't afford to be laying out funds on this already maxed-out investment. He needed the money from the insurance claim and soon. Tracy was spending his cash like it was going out of fashion and his last few deals had gone down the crapper. His business was dead broke. He needed money and quick.

  He'd hoped that upon speaking to Hugh, Joe would have been able to stop the relationship in its tracks. But after that conversation, he knew that that would never happen. For some reason, Hugh obviously liked fucking Nicole. Seeing her on camera, he felt slightly peeved that she'd never been like that with him. Hell, he'd only been able to touch her in the bedroom. Yet he'd clearly seen them fucking in the kitchen, in the bedroom, and, from the strip down on his way to the bathroom, they'd done it in the bathroom, too. That pair of bastards!

  This whole new relationship meant he had to come up with something else, and, thankfully, despite his annoyance, he had the bare bones of a new scheme forming in his head.

  A few years ago, he'd insured Nicole for a combined three million dollars through several different insurance policies. The premiums cost him a fortune, but he'd learned a long time ago to set many wheels in motion, especially when he was flush, so at a later date and when he needed the funds, any investment he made would have paid off.

  It seemed a shame to cash in two of those investments at once, but he needed the money. If he hired someone to set fire to the house while Nicole was in it then he could claim on both her life and the house insurance. Of course then he'd have to pay someone, which he really couldn't afford to do right now. And, besides that, if he hired someone they'd be a liability, someone that could blackmail him later for money to keep quiet. No, he'd have to do it himself.