Tao of Love 3: Kiss of the Twin Werewolves

by Sedonia Guillone

  Jie watched Shao’s hands slide up the creamy flesh of Meg’s thighs, up her stomach and over her breasts. Meg watched him too, sighed under the obvious pleasure of Shao’s touch. In spite of his worry, Jie stared, mystified. Shao’s likeness to him made him feel as if he were watching himself make love to Meg. The sensation was, actually, not in the least unpleasant.

  Shao leaned over Meg and captured her lips in a soft kiss. Jie saw Shao’s tongue slide between Meg’s lips. Shao tasted the moist recesses of her mouth in a sensual dance. His body, hard and male, sank onto her softness, pressed down her full breasts. Jie had never witnessed anything so erotic in his life, and his own body began to vibrate with renewed desire.

  Shao kissed Meg long and deep and Jie could see the Adam’s apple in Shao’s throat slide up and down as if he were drinking from Meg. Strangely, he, himself, began to feel calmer, more peaceful, in spite of the renewed arousal that thrummed through every nerve ending in his skin. Jie shifted in his seat to accommodate his growing erection.

  Shao ended the kiss with a light nip at Meg’s full lower lip. He nibbled her jaw and then dragged the tip of his tongue down her throat and lower, down, down until he reached the valley of soft skin between her breasts. He rounded one pale swell with his tongue and took the nipple into his mouth. His lips rested there, but Jie could still the muscles of Shao’s throat work, as if he drank from her.

  Tiny whimpers echoed in Meg’s throat and her eyes fluttered closed. She tilted her head back against the cushions, her hands wound in Shao’s long hair. With each tug of Shao’s lips on her nipple, her fingers tightened and relaxed.

  Jie loved watching her, the tiny movements of her fingers, her soft sighs of pleasure.

  After what seemed a long time, Shao released the nipple and kissed a path across to her other breast, which received the same long, erotic suckling. Shao’s hands slipped down to Meg’s hips, caressed the pale soft skin in gentle circles. His fingertips fanned out as he caressed her and Jie watched, sensed the way the strokes of Shao’s fingers drew forth Meg’s qi.

  Shao trailed his touch down her thighs and back up again on her inner thighs, seeming to draw the energy into her seeping cave.

  Meg moaned softly and sank down further on the cushions until her bottom nearly hung over the edge of the seat.

  Finally, Shao released Meg’s other nipple and Jie could see Shao’s saliva gleam on the tight dusky peak. Jie licked his own lips. The sight made his own mouth water to taste Meg again, to have the musky yin flavor of her sex roll over his tongue.

  Shao dragged the tip of his tongue down the center of Meg’s soft pale stomach, his body crouching lower between her thighs.

  Riveted now, Jie watched Shao spread open the lips of Meg’s sex, reveal the glistening inner folds. Meg whimpered and lifted her hips a bit off the cushions. Jie knew Meg’s responses well now, and understood her silent yet fevered way of begging for release.

  Shao’s thumbs held open her jade gate and he pressed his mouth to her soft inner sex. Jie could practically taste her tangy musk when Shao dragged his tongue up the soft folds, caused Meg to whimper again. Shao licked her once more, traced the length of her moist crevice with the tip of his tongue. He then slid his hands under her buttocks, lifted her hips upward and pushed his face into her open sex.

  Meg cried out softly. She arched her hips again and arched into Shao’s mouth. Meg’s yin musk permeated the air.

  Jie breathed deeply of her scent, and her pleasure cries filled his ears. Before he could stop himself, he leaned over her and took her mouth in a fervent kiss. Demandingly, he slipped his tongue between her lips, tasted her, a tangy sweetness mixed with the feral musk Shao had left on her lips. Jie cupped one of her breasts, palmed the fullness. Meg whimpered into his mouth and parted her lips wider. Spurred on by her obvious pleasure, Jie squeezed her breast then worked her nipple with his fingertips, pinched and kneaded it until she panted into their joined mouths.

  Meg couldn’t think. Sparks exploded behind her eyes and her body was one mass of writhing pleasure. Shao suckled her clit, drove her mad while Jie kissed her and kneaded her breasts in his eager hand. Her body crested rapidly toward her second orgasm.

  Shao slipped a finger into her passage, massaged the soft inside in a rhythm against his mouth. A second finger went in, then a third. The thick fingers filled her, stretched her with delicious pressure.

  His lips closed harder over her clit. The icy heat of his tongue brought her closer. Closer.

  She exploded. Pleasure broke through her, wave after wave, wrung her body until she went limp under the hands and mouths of both men, her chest heaving.

  Jie pulled his mouth from hers and looked down at her. His beautiful almond eyes were dusky and wild, and his lips swollen from kissing her. She could only stare back, wordless, at him then at Shao, whose eyes held the same feral hunger in them. Her musk gleamed on his beard and lips and she could smell her own sex in the air.

  A soft growl emanated from Shao’s throat. She stared at him, trapped by the sudden glowing light in their depths. His body went rigid. His glowing eyes rolled back, showing the whites. He growled again and fell over, his body curled in a fetal position.

  Her pleasure immediately forgotten, Meg shot up and crouched next to Shao. “He’s Changing, isn’t he Jie?” She stroked Shao’s hair. “God, it looks so painful.”

  To her surprise, Jie slipped down to the floor beside her. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “It’s all right, Meg. He’s not hurt.”

  Meg looked down at Shao. His skin had darkened and his features were already shifting, losing their human appearance. She raised her eyes again to Jie. “Does it hurt?”

  Jie thought to remind her of the time she saw him change in the studio before he fought the Russian lang ren. However, that transition had been rapid, spurred on by his fierce need to protect Meg. Since then, they’d been practicing the Dragon-Tigress exercises and she hadn’t had occasion to see him change. “There is some pain, but it doesn’t last.” He didn’t want to worry her more than she already was.

  He reached for Shao’s wrist and felt his pulse. Shao’s nails were elongating and glossy ebony fur sprouted from his skin. Shao’s pulse was strong, coursed with life, a stark contrast to the near death slowness it had been back in the police station.

  Apparently, Shao’s contact with Meg, his harvesting of qi from her body, was already working.

  Meg remained silent and watched Shao. All she could do was caress his hair. She remembered the one time she’d seen Jie change. The transition had been rapid, fueled by protective anger. This process was considerably slower, allowing her to witness every detail as Shao morphed from a handsome man into a wolf, his fur sleek ebony, his mane thicker and longer than on the rest of his body.

  Shao’s eyes glowed a yellow green and long incisors peeped out from his lips, curled up the length of his whiskered canine snout. No doubt he was the beast that Jie had not changed into these last few months.

  Her heart squeezed. She’d missed this part of Jie very much. She loved that wild creature full of instinct and pure passion, and hoped fervently that Jie would grow to love and accept that part of himself as she did.

  After what felt like a long time, Shao’s transformation was complete. The large wolfen beast rose to all fours and shook itself. He stood, his green-gold eyes moving between Meg and Jie.

  To Meg’s surprise, Shao whimpered, sounding like a dog begging for food. He shook himself again and closed the small space between himself and Meg. He nuzzled her cheek, then dragged his long pink tongue across her cheek.

  Meg giggled. Shao put his cold wet nose to the opening of her ear and nuzzled. The pleasant tickle caused her to tilt her head. She laughed and reached out, gathered Shao’s wolf body in an embrace. She squeezed him tight, breathed in the musky scent of his sleek fur. He pulled back and licked her face again.

  She giggled. “I’ve missed you.” The words were out before she realized what she�
�d said. She looked at Jie.

  He was watching her with Shao. Sadness filled his dark eyes.

  Meg’s heart ached for Jie. She leaned in to him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you,” she whispered.

  As if he understood what was happening, Shao turned and looked at Jie. He whined and pushed his large wolf head against Jie’s chest, his large, furry tail tucked between his hind legs.

  The plea for love was so obvious, Meg stayed respectfully silent. Jie was a dear, good-hearted man who understood all too well what was happening. She reached out and ran her hand along Shao’s back, but Shao didn’t seem to notice, so intent was he now on getting Jie’s attention.

  Slowly, Jie rested his hands on either side of Shao’s sleekly furred head. Shao whined again and pushed his nuzzle against the underside of Jie’s jaw.

  “I’m sorry,” Jie murmured. He smoothed one hand over Shao’s canine head. “I don’t mean to be cruel.”

  Meg sat quietly, listening to Jie speak softly to Shao. Jie was explaining in a sudden release of heartfelt words the reasons for his behaviors and attitudes. Feeling like an intruder, she backed away, rose softly to her feet and padded to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and slipped on her nightgown.

  She stood at the mirror, watching her reflection. She wasn’t used to wearing silky lace-edged nightgowns, but this one had been a going away gift from Danny and Dave. Danny had picked it out, no doubt. He had exquisite taste, judging from the gorgeous guy he’d fallen in love with. Only Danny, her friend for almost their whole lives, could have given her a gift like this. She’d been looking forward to having Jie see her in it. She’d just never imagined he’d see it under quite these circumstances.

  Smiling to herself, she peeked into the room. Jie sat on the floor with Shao’s head resting in his lap. Jie was stroking Shao’s head as if Shao were his faithful companion.

  Jie must have felt her gaze on him, for he looked up and smiled at her, the expression in his eyes a bit sheepish. With his other hand, he motioned for her to come over and sit next to him. As she came closer, Jie’s eyes widened and a look of male appreciation darkened the irises. He reached out to her. “How beautiful you look,” he said softly.

  Overcome with a sense of joyous contentment, she lowered herself quietly to the floor and kissed Jie’s cheek. “Thank you.” She looked down at Shao, who seemed oblivious to everything except Jie’s caress on his head.

  She sighed contentedly. Apparently the open exchange of energy through lovemaking, however strange it was, had begun to work. She wanted to ask Jie how he felt, but sensed intuitively that now was a time to remain quiet and let Jie process his emotions.

  Jie squeezed her hand. “It’s very late,” he said softly. “I think we’d better get some sleep. We see Su Lin tomorrow.”

  Her insides jumped at the mention of Jie’s ex-wife. Her stomach tightened and she tried not to let her worry eat away at her newfound contentment.

  A strange thought occurred to her and she glanced down at the contented Shao. “Jie?”

  He looked at her. “Yes?”

  “What if Shao...has to go to the bathroom?”

  Jie chuckled softly. The warm gentle sound filled her. “Don’t worry, my love. Werewolves retain the memory of how to use a toilet if it’s needed. At least, I have.”

  She smiled. “Okay. I won’t worry then. I couldn’t imagine walking him through the lobby and down the street looking for a fire hydrant.”

  Jie laughed again. “Nor could I.” He shifted his weight, gently dislodging Shao’s head from his lap.

  Shao looked up expectantly, whined softly as if afraid Jie had changed his mind about liking the wolf. Jie reached out and stroked Shao’s fur. “It’s time to sleep, my friend.” He rose to his feet, bringing Meg up with him.

  Meg went to the large king-sized bed and pulled down the covers. She settled in on one side and watched Jie lower himself onto the mattress.

  Before she knew what was happening, Shao bounded onto the bed and lodged his huge wolfen body between her and Jie. She giggled and reached up to ruffle his fur. “I think he’s trying to tell us something.”

  Jie sighed. He too, reached out and stroked Shao’s fur. “I didn’t know liking you included this.” But he smiled and leaned over Shao’s large body to kiss her. “Sleep well, love,” he said.

  She smiled at Jie. Her heart burned with love for him. “You too.” She settled down and covered the three of them with the fluffy comforter.

  Shao’s soft warm body was pressed the length of hers. He turned his wolfen head to her and nuzzled her cheek, then settled his muzzle between his two front paws.

  She reached up and scratched Shao behind the ears, her fingers burrowing into the sleek fur. “I love you too, Xiao Jie.”

  She closed her eyes. Her exhaustion finally caught up with her...

  Her sleep was full of wonderful dreams, of Shao and Jie caressing her and kissing her, their hands and lips warm and loving. Shao pulled her nightgown off and covered his body with hers, nudged her legs apart so he could settle his slim hips between her thighs. His dragon was hard, pushed with demand into her slick opening.

  She pulled her legs open wider, let his thick hardness fill her, stretch her wide. Mmm, what a dream.

  She woke up smiling. But...wait, she wasn’t dreaming? The dragon filling her was real. Shao, returned to human form, was on top of her, his dark eyes dusky and glazed with hunger. He moved, making her aware of the hard dragon inside her, the sensation shot delicious heat into her entire sex.

  Without thinking, her hands flew to his hips and her lips parted. She cried out softly in pleasure.

  But Shao leaned over and stifled the small noise with a kiss...

  * * * * *

  Jie’s eyes shot open. The first thing he saw was Shao on top of Meg, Shao’s narrow body between her spread creamy thighs. Shao arms bridged her upper body, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her, his arm muscles flexed as he kissed her. Her small hands rested on his hips. From the angle of Shao’s and Meg’s bodies, Jie could clearly see the scar on Shao’s back, the same one he had.

  At first Jie thought he was dreaming. He blinked. Morning sun peeked through a small slit in the drawn curtains.

  Meg whimpered, a muted sound against Shao’s lips.

  Jie wasn’t dreaming. He stared, unable to move. Moments later, Jie realized he could taste Meg on his lips, as if he were kissing her, not Shao.

  Shao lifted his mouth from Meg’s and looked down at her, braced himself with his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her. He thrust his hips forward, caused her body to move. Her breath hitched softly.

  A possessive streak stabbed Jie. He meant to reach out, to push Shao off of Meg. But pleasure seared his dragon, immobilizing him.

  Shao thrust again.

  Jie experienced the warm, slippery tightness of Meg’s cave, as if he were inside her. He continued to stare, becoming aware of the small pressure on his hips, as if her hands rested on him, not on Shao.

  Shao bent down again and captured Meg’s left nipple in his mouth.

  Jie tasted the light yin musk of the tightening bud and felt the silky, rubbery texture of Meg’s nipple against his own tongue.

  What the hell was happening? Last night hadn’t been like this. His experience of Meg’s body had been his own, not Shao’s.

  Shao thrust inside Meg again. His arm muscles flexed as he began a steady rhythm of thrusts inside her.

  Pleasure gripped Jie’s body, as if he, himself, were in the throes of making love to Meg. His gaze fell on the scar again and the reality hit him. He was Shao and Shao was him. The fact that there were two distinct men, two bodies and seeming personalities, was a mystery, a phenomenon generated by the manipulation of their life forces.

  Meg was completely absorbed in Shao, not noticing Jie was in the bed. But Jie was no longer jealous. For her, there was only one man. He and Shao were, effectively, one man.

 
; Shao looked over at Jie, as if suddenly remembering he was in the bed with them. He stared at Jie, his body going still even though he remained buried inside Meg.

  Jie expected him to turn back to Meg and ignore him, but he didn’t.

  To his surprise, Shao slipped his dragon from Meg’s cave, eliciting a small sigh from her. With fingertips on Meg’s cheek, he turned her face to look at Jie. Her dusky eyes, glazed with desire, lit on him and she smiled, not seeming surprised at all.

  Shao’s hands slipped to Meg’s hips and he turned her over, maneuvered her onto her hands and knees. Then he leaned toward Jie and grasped his hand. This time, Jie let himself be led. His dragon was hard, pulsing, aching for release. He understood that whatever Shao asked of them was to help them heal, to restore his life force.

  Shao tugged Jie to his knees. The movement brought the head of Jie’s erect cock mere inches from Meg’s ripe lips.

  Without thinking, Jie slipped his hand into Meg’s silky hair and inched toward her. As soon as his cock nudged her lips, she parted them and took him deep in her mouth. The moist warmth of her mouth enveloped his aching dragon, her lips slid along the taut shaft and her tongue grazed the length as she swallowed him.

  Jie groaned and clutched her hair. It took all his discipline not to thrust his hips and drive his cock into her throat. He breathed raggedly and caressed Meg’s hair. Her eyes were closed, her thick eyelashes rested on her cheeks.

  She moaned suddenly. The tiny sound vibrated along the length of his cock. Her body jerked forward.

  Jie looked up from under his heavy lids and saw Shao.

  His twin was positioned behind Meg, hands grasping her hips. His dragon was obviously buried deep in her moist cave, for her body shifted forward from the impact of Shao’s thrusting into her from behind.

  The impact pushed Meg’s mouth down Jie’s cock. He sucked in his breath each time, his body immobile from the pleasure. Meg suckled him in a rhythm with Shao’s thrusting in and out of her. When Shao slowed down, her mouth moved more slowly. When Shao sped up, Meg’s lips pumped Jie’s cock in a heated rhythm.