She gasped, overwhelmed with pleasure. She tilted her head back, buried her fingers into Jie’s hair.
Shao put a second finger inside her, stretched her in the most incredible way. The oil made his fingers glide effortlessly in her ass and tingling sparks of pleasure cascaded through her entire sex.
For the first time, Meg felt the direct connection between Jie and Shao. A rhythm hummed between the two of them in which she was the center, the meeting place. The only thing she could do was give herself completely over to the blissful flow, to their hard bodies surrounding her, the potent maleness, the musky scent of her two men.
Shao pulled his fingers out of her and grasped her shoulders. He drew her pliant body back toward him. Her nipple slipped from Jie’s mouth and Shao’s erection now nudged at her backside.
“Jie.” The softly growled syllable told Meg exactly what was to happen next. She looked at Jie whose dark eyes simmered, conveyed understanding.
Meg’s breath caught softly. Her breasts rose and fell heavily with her panting. She reached out and slid her hand under Jie’s shirt. His warm skin and hard muscle quivered under her hand.
Jie groaned softly. In one swift movement, he lifted his shirt up and off, and dropped it aside. He paused, on his knees in front of her. He, too, breathed heavily and his dark nipples were already tight.
Meg stared at his chest. She reached out again and smoothed her fingertips across it. Behind her, Shao slid his hands from her shoulders, down her back and caressed her hips. He continued to nudge at her bottom with the head of his cock, light, gentle jabs that only made her hotter.
She smiled. She couldn’t help it. If she’d been given her most incredible dream, she wouldn’t have imagined what was happening now. She wanted to make it last as long as possible.
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Jie’s chest. He sucked in a breath gripped her arms, anchoring her. With the tip of her tongue, she slid a path over one side of his hard chest and traced the hard bud of his nipple. He groaned and whispered her name. Encouraged, she licked his nipple again and flicked her tongue over it the way he’d done to her. He moaned softly and tightened his fingers on her arms.
Behind her, Shao growled softly. He slid his cock between her buttocks, tilted his hips so that his shaft grazed the length of her slit. She moved against him, but never lifted her mouth from Jie’s chest. She was enjoying his taste too much.
With her hands on Jie’s hips, she kissed a trail to the other side of his chest and did the same to his other nipple, licked and teased it with the tip of her tongue until he clutched her arms.
The sense of feminine power was intoxicating and Meg slid her hands to the buttons of Jie’s trousers. She worked them open and swirled her tongue over his hard chest at the same time. Her fingertips came in contact with the elastic of briefs and she trailed her touch over the thin cotton, teasing the rock hard outline of his cock. Fueled on by his sound, she slid her hand down further and cupped his balls. The firm sac filled her hand, weighed heavily against her palm and she squeezed gently.
Jie groaned and slid his hands into her hair. He brought her face up to his and closed his lips greedily over hers. Meg surrendered to the kiss, to the result of her wicked exploration of his body.
Jie kissed her deeply for several moments then pulled away and stood up to slip off his trousers and briefs.
Meg’s gaze dropped to his naked lower body, watching as he revealed it. Her sex throbbed with the anticipation as he slipped them off and stepped out of them, his erection bobbing free.
He climbed back on the bed and grinned at her. Now Meg could see Shao’s spirit glitter in Jie’s eyes. “Come here, my love,” he crooned, his voice low and throaty. The sound vibrated right to her core, made her vividly aware of her juices seeping freely from her sex.
Jie lowered himself onto his back. He reached his arms out to her.
Shao grunted and released her with a gentle push so she could climb onto Jie, straddle Jie’s narrow hips.
Meg rose up on her knees. Rising up slightly on her knees, she reached for Jie’s erection. Lightly she wrapped her fingers around his thick dragon and caressed the silky skin.
“Now, Meg,” Jie said, his voice a tight whisper. The plea in his voice sent a sliver of heat through her sex and she guided the head of his cock to her slippery hole, maneuvered her hips enough to slip it in, just past the head.
She bent over him again and lowered herself down. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she closed her mouth over his, plundered the soft insides of his mouth with her tongue. She loved his unique flavor, smooth teeth and hot wet tongue against hers. The little bit of penetration made her hungry for more and she pushed down. His cock slid deep inside her, filled her and she couldn’t help but to buck her hips.
Jie rested his hands on her hips. He groaned into her mouth. A low growl vibrated in his throat and the frustrated sound made her smile. Feeling wicked, she teased him, moved her hips just enough to massage the head of his cock.
Another pair of hands closed around her upper arms. Shao. He urged her to slow down. The sensation of Jie’s cock filling her and Shao’s commanding yet gentle touch weakened her and she succumbed, lowered herself down, taking Jie in until their bodies touched.
She leaned over and kissed Jie again while Shao slid his hands slid down to her hips and pulled her backside up in the air.
Shao spread her buttocks and Meg felt the head of Shao’s dragon nudge her tiny oiled opening.
Meg sighed into Jie’s mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed against the delicious double pressure. Shao had spread the oil on his cock and the head slipped inside her. The pleasure rocked her body. Shao thrust, several gentle but quick jabs that pushed his cock into her, inch by inch. The hard shaft inside her tight passage increased the pleasure inside her pussy and instinctively she began to rock.
Shao pushed again, one firm thrust. His oiled cock sank all the way in.
The incredible fullness made Meg gasp. Both men’s dragons filled her, stretched her, touched spots so deep inside she hadn’t known they existed. The tingling and rubbing made her mindless with pleasure and she rocked against both cocks, losing herself completely in the double friction filling her body.
Jie levered up on his elbows and captured a nipple in his seeking mouth. He suckled it and she cried out. There was barely an inch of her body not being touched, licked, filled somehow and she experienced a complete invasion of pleasure vibrating along every nerve ending in her body.
Groping blindly, she found Jie’s bulging upper arms and grasped. All pure female instinct now, she bucked her hips, ground her clit against the base of Jie’s cock. Pleasure crested inside, her orgasm built quickly. Don’t...come...yet...was all she could think. She forced herself to slow down. She wanted this to last forever.
Shao lightly grasped her hips, pulled her closer to his body. The abrupt movement made both cocks rub her hard. Pleasure exploded, radiated through her whole sex. She cried out from each crashing wave of release. Through the haze of her mind, she saw Jie tilt his head back, his eyes closed as his warm seed gushed inside her.
Behind her, Shao thrust inside her. The scented oil they’d used released its flowery musk into the sex-warmed air, mingled with the musk of their joined bodies.
All too soon, her orgasm sent its last tiny spasms of bliss through Meg’s body. She sank down onto Jie, her damp breasts fused to his heaving chest.
Shao was still inside her, his dragon hard, thrusting. She pushed her backside out for him as far as she could without letting Jie slip out of her.
Shao growled softly, his pleasure sounds cut softly through the musk-scented air. Several short, fast thrusts and he groaned, a long low sound that lasted with every hot spurt of seed into her tight passage.
Lightly Shao collapsed on her back, sandwiched her satisfied body between his and Jie’s. She closed her eyes and sighed, contented, surrounded by the warmth of their two muscular bodies. Their powerful male
scent and the press of their strength against her made her feel almost drunk.
She wasn’t afraid this time when Shao rolled away from her and dropped the floor, his body stiff, his breath pumping in hard gasps. The Change.
She lifted herself off of Jie and crouched by Shao. Though she knew she couldn’t take the pain of the Change away, she stroked his hair, waited with him through it.
She glanced at Jie. He, too, sat nearby, watching Shao change. The expression on Jie’s face was thoughtful, as if he were studying the transformation.
Jie looked up at her. A sheepish expression passed through his dark eyes. “I was trying to see this process through your eyes, Meg.”
She returned his gaze. “Through my eyes?”
He nodded. “Yes. Through the eyes of someone who loves me.”
Meg‘s eyes filled with sudden tears. The softness in his attitude toward his lycanthropy moved her. “What do you see?”
He glanced at Shao and back at her. “I’m not completely certain,” he said softly, “But I don’t see it as bad.”
She smiled at him.
Shao lay quietly, catching his breath. The Change was always difficult, especially since he’d split off from Jie all those months ago and he always needed several minutes to recover his breath and adjust to the large beast that his body became. Several minutes passed before he felt able to rise on all fours and shake himself out as he always needed to do.
Meg was right there when he rose. Her sweet scent, mingled with the musk of yin from her sex shivered through him. He stepped toward her and licked her face, loved the sound of her laughter when his long tongue tickled her skin. She loved when he sniffled into her ear so he did it now, enjoying her cascade of giggles.
A few minutes of petting and playing and then it was time to go out onto the prairie. Shao’s wolfen body and soul could no longer ignore the need to run wild through the tall grasses, chasing down the scents of small animals he always caught wind of out there.
He licked Meg’s cheek affectionately one last time, then turned and went to the closed bedroom door. He whined and pawed at the space between the door and the threshold.
Jie threw on his pants and let Shao out the bedroom and then the front door of the bungalow. Dusk wasn’t quite over and a few stars shone in the darker portion of the sky.
Shao looked up at Jie and whined again, wishing he could speak in words. He wanted Jie to run with him, alongside him, the friend he’d craved for so long.
Jie smiled at him. His expression showed that he understood. “Go on, Shao. One day we’ll run together again.”
Shao whimpered. Jie held out his hand and Shao licked it briefly then trotted down the dirt path that connected all the bungalows, toward the prairie.
At the edge of the prairie, Shao took off at a run. He galloped freely, relished the whoosh of cool dry night air passing through his fur. The scenery around him blurred with his speed, the scents of the night filled his nostrils.
He ran fast and far, not slowing down until nothing surrounded him but the waving grasses and the sky overhead. A breezed passed over him and he caught a strange whiff of something. His hackles rose and he slowed to a trot, then a walk.
He halted, raising his snout to the air. His hackles immediately rose. The scent was feral, a dark musk that belonged only to a fellow predator.
A fellow...hmm. He sniffed again as the scent of wild animal strengthened. A fellow...lang ren.
A growl reverberated behind him. Then at his left side. Then at his right. The three sounds hummed around him at once. He backed up, away from the sounds.
And found himself faced with three angry, vicious looking lang ren.
Chapter Eight
A howl reverberated through the quiet night air.
Then another.
And another.
Jie stiffened and sat up. His sudden movement displaced Meg where she’d been lying back against him in his arms.
Icy prickles skittered up Jie’s arms and through his chest...the familiar warning sign of trouble.
“Jie?”
Jie sprang up and went to the window. He pushed aside the blind and studied the dark land in the direction of the prairie. Nothing.
Another unearthly howl reverberated through the air. Not Shao’s.
“Shit.” He snatched up his T-shirt and shrugged into it.
“Jie, where are you going?” Meg’s voice was nearly shrill and her eyes were wide, the way they looked when she was frightened.
“I’m going to check on Shao.”
“I’m going with you.” She reached for her clothes and threw them on.
He whirled around and grasped her shoulders. “No. Absolutely not.”
“But -- “
“Meg, stay here with Li. Look after him.”
“Jie, I want to make sure -- ”
A surge of raw adrenaline shot through him. “Meg, as your husband I forbid you.” Not that they were married. Yet.
He saw his words hit their mark. Slowly she nodded.
He released her and headed for the door. She followed him out into the tiny living room.
“Jie.”
Something in her voice made him turn.
She was staring at him. “If I think you’re in danger, I won’t continue to obey.”
“Nor will I, son.” Li’s voice sounded close behind Jie.
He turned again and looked at his godfather. Of course, Master Li was well familiar with the howl of a lang ren.
“We won’t act foolishly, Jie,” his godfather said softly.
Jie sighed. “All right, Sifu.”
Jie went through the small hut and out the door. Night had nearly fallen but a touch of light in the sky showed his way. He took off at a full run and was halfway down to the prairie when another howl rang through the twilight air, this one from the direction of town.
The howl continued and Jie followed the sound, his heart pumping. The animal’s cries were ones he was all too familiar with. Only a lang ren produced unearthly sounds like these.
The sound persisted, leading Jie into the Tibetan side of town, into the high walled maze of stone alleys where most of the Tibetans in Xiahe resided.
Reaching a quiet uninhabited area a short distance from the dilapidated brick apartments, Jie turned the corner and froze. His heart pumped icy hot blood to every nerve ending in his skin. He stared.
A tall brawny man stood there...the spirit...or hallucination...of the one he’d killed in their death match. He laughed, a deep, cruel sound. “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” He narrowed his eyes, lip curling in a snarl. Already, the Change was evident in the glow of his eyes and darkening of his otherwise pale skin. “Don’t worry, bodark,” he muttered, voice already deepening, sounding like a growl. “I’m real. I’m no dream. You murdered my brother.” He growled. The sound grew more feral with the transformation of human speech to beastly grunt. The lang ren tore at his clothing as he Changed. His snout elongated and silvery yellow fur sprouted from his skin.
Jie wanted to run. He couldn’t Change and fight this beast with equal strength, but knew he had a better chance standing his ground than fleeing.
Jie planned a possible fight strategy while his opponent slipped into the final stages of Change. Then Jie was faced with a huge, wolfen beast, identical to the one he’d fought back in Boston.
Jie’s heart pounded, adrenaline coursed through him. He backed up, one step for each step the changing lang ren took toward him. He watched the man finish the Change into beast and prepared inwardly to fight for his life. Thank God Meg and Shao weren’t here. He didn’t want Meg to be here, alone, if Shao tried to defend him and got killed.
Jie’s hands curled into fists, his muscles tense, his body ready to fight. The lang ren had nearly completed his Change and now stood on all fours, his body covered with silvery yellow fur.
The glowing eyes simmered with anger and blood lust. The creature’s lip curled up, revealing sharp incisors. A menacing g
rowl vibrated from its throat.
Jie became still. His years of training kicked in and he sank naturally into an on guard stance.
The wolf threw back his head and let out an eerie howl.
Shit. Jie’s mind flashed to Meg and Shao. Where was Shao? He’d heard more than one creature howling earlier, none of whom had been Shao. A chill shivered up his spine. Dear God, what if they’d...No. Impossible. Even at half strength, Shao would fight to the death if he thought Meg was in danger.
Meg. He prayed she didn’t come and try to find either of them.
The wolf leaped. Jie kicked with all the force of his concentration and power. His shoe landed in the lang ren’s side.
The beast yelped and skittered back several feet.
Jie turned, bounded several steps, jumped and deflected off the stone wall, propelling himself toward the animal with both his feet.
The animal leaped again, met Jie in mid-air. Their bodies collided.
Jie grunted on impact. They hit the hard ground, Jie on top.
In a blind rage, Jie went for the wolf’s throat. He grabbed hold, but the wolf’s fur was too thick and Jie couldn’t reach the soft part that would cut off the creature’s air. Sharp teeth sank into his forearm.
Pain ripped through Jie and he yelled.
In the waning light Jie saw a rock on the ground. Letting go with one hand he reached for it and brought it down on the creature’s head.
The wolf yelped and released him. Jie rolled away, kicked out, and flipped up to his feet. His arm bled freely and the pain was blinding, but survival made him whirl around in time to dodge another attack.
The wolf hit the wall, yelped and backed up. He halted a few feet from Jie and stood, watching him again, growling.
A single trickle of blood marked the silvery yellow fur.
Jie stared at him.
The wolf barked. Then barked again.
This time, Jie heard the command in the sound. The creature was ordering him to Change.
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