by Kate Douglas
Wrapping Shannon’s legs around his waist, Jake found his own rhythm, going deep, reaching all the way to the hard mouth of her womb, then slowly withdrawing to the point where he almost left her warmth.
Almost, but not quite.
Over and over again, driving deep and hard, burying himself until his balls rested against her firm ass, until his entire cock was clenched within her silken vise. Shannon whimpered with each thrust, lifted her hips to meet him, stroked his back, his hair, finally dropped her hands to her own breasts and plucked at the engorged nipples.
The sight of her touching herself, the vision of her fingers pinching and twisting her puckered nipples, almost took Jake over the edge.
“I love you. Shannon. Hear me out. Believe me. I love you!” He buried himself deep, felt the tight grasp of her vaginal walls holding him, milking his seed, squeezing the entire length of his cock in her wet heat.
His climax came hard and fast, almost painful in its intensity. Jake arched his back, felt the hot coil of semen all the way from his balls to the end of his cock. Shannon grunted with his final thrust, spreading her legs even wider to take all of him.
Wrapping her arms around his back, holding him close as he pumped his seed deep inside her waiting body, Shannon climaxed once more. Her scream this time was a harsh cry of exhaustion as much as completion. Jake lowered himself to lie atop her for a moment, savoring the warmth of her body, the soft swell of her breasts against his chest.
Then, well aware of his weight, he rolled to one side. His cock slipped free and she whimpered in denial, a soft sound as if she’d been abandoned. Jake leaned over and kissed her, a soft and gentle connection.
He tasted salt. Reached up and touched her cheeks with his fingertips and realized she was crying. His heart suddenly stuttered. “Sweetheart? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, as if words were beyond her. No. My God, Jake. No. That was amazing. Beautiful. Overwhelming. I do love you. I love you very much. Do you understand, though, why I have to wait?
I understand. I love you. I can be patient. He kissed away her tears. That doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Shannon smiled, kissed him back, nodded. “Thank you.” She ran her finger along his cheek. “Should we go back? I’m really tired.”
“Okay.” Jake thought of Baylor. Wondered if Shannon wanted to sleep with their new packmate tonight.
She must have been in his thoughts. Shannon shook her head. “No. Not tonight. Tonight I want to sleep beside you. Just sleep, and only you. I really am exhausted. Is that okay?”
“Definitely okay. Let’s go home.”
He stood up and held his hand out to Shannon. She grabbed his fingers. Her hand felt warm, the palm smooth and callus free. Jake pulled her to her feet.
This time her shift was slower, as if her fatigue affected her speed. Jake watched the metamorphosis from human to wolf and was amazed at the beauty inherent in Shannon’s change. She absolutely flowed from one form to the other, as lovely a wolf as she was a woman.
Jake shifted quickly and nudged her shoulder. Shannon turned and nipped him lightly on the flank, her eyes bright with a teasing glimmer, and the two of them headed back along the trail, trotting now, a more moderate pace than earlier.
His heart felt light. Lighter than it had felt in ages. Trotting along beside his woman, Jake realized he knew more about Shannon tonight than he had just hours ago. She loved with a purity and determination that rocked his world. She might not be ready to mate, but she was already his one true mate in every other way.
He fell into line behind her, watched the sway of her brushy tail, the steady glide of her powerful legs, and realized how much his own life had changed in three short days.
Baylor waited for them on the front porch. Shannon spotted him first, sitting back in one of the big wooden chairs, a beer can dangling from his fingers. He looked lonely out there in the dark. She bounded up the steps and shifted, not even thinking of her nudity until she caught the interested gleam in his eyes.
She laughed as Jake shifted and stood beside her. “Not tonight, big boy. I’m headed to bed to sleep.”
Bay flashed her a sheepish smile, then turned to Jake and shrugged his shoulders. “A guy can dream, can’t he?”
Jake chuckled. “Shannon’s pretty tired. It’s been a long day.” He kissed her cheek, his soft breath feathering across her face, then she felt his body expand as he took a deep breath. “On the other hand, I’m too wound up to sleep. Got another beer?”
Shannon sensed the spark of interest that flew from Baylor to Jake and back again. Jake’s cock already stood at half mast, something Bay had to have noticed. Or not…he was obviously entranced by the sight of her dark nipples, tightly puckered in the chill air. Maybe he hadn’t noticed Jake’s interest at all.
Shannon covered her mouth with her hand and coughed, but only to hide a smile. “I’ll get a beer and a warm blanket for you. Then I’m going to take a shower and get some sleep.”
She headed into the kitchen and grabbed a can of beer, then tugged the heavy afghan off the couch and took it to Jake as well. He leaned over the deck railing next to Baylor, obviously unconcerned with his nudity.
Bay wore the soft sweats, but they did nothing to disguise the lean lines of his body, the strong, muscular back and broad shoulders. Shannon swallowed, already regretting her decision not to have sex with the agent tonight. From the tension she sensed between the two men, she might not have Jake in her bed, either.
Shannon handed the beer to Jake and draped the blanket over his shoulders. “I don’t want you to get chilled.” She leaned close and kissed him on the shoulder, running her tongue over the smooth skin, tasting just a hint of salt from their run. He turned his head and caught her mouth with his for a long, searing kiss that left her breathless, her heart racing and her pussy slick. Shannon laughed and stepped back. She waved her hand in front of her face. “Whew. My mistake. As hot as you are, chilling isn’t an issue.”
Moving away from Jake, Shannon turned to Baylor and kissed him lightly on the mouth. He leaned closer, his hand came up to hold her, but she stepped back out of his reach. “Good night. Both of you. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jake watched Shannon walk into the house, mesmerized by the sleek line of her hips as they swayed with each step, the long indentation along her spine, the soft curve of her buttocks. He glanced to his left and, in spite of the quick flash of jealousy, chuckled. Bay had the same shellshocked expression on his face that probably marked Jake’s.
“She’s something, isn’t she?”
“Shit.” Baylor just shook his head. “I feel like I’ve tumbled down Alice’s rabbit hole. It’s not often a drop-dead gorgeous woman kisses me, much less a naked one, in front of her man. I don’t get it.”
Jake took a deep breath and released it slowly, letting out some of the tension still racing through his system. “A few more days of the supplement and it’ll all start to make sense. Something seems to change in our wiring. We truly are pack animals. Shannon and I aren’t mated, though she’s promised herself to me. Even so, she’ll want you in our bed once you become Chanku. Maybe even before.” Jake shrugged his shoulders, wishing there were a better explanation. “It’s the way of the pack, for better or worse.”
“That overwhelming sex drive, right?” Bay chuckled, but he’d turned to look at Jake rather than the direction Shannon had taken. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. In fact, Bay studied Jake with more than mere curiosity.
His body language screamed arousal and desire with every tight move he made.
Jake realized he liked this man more every minute they spent together, something that truly surprised him. The idea of sharing his woman with other males without a fight wasn’t easy to accept, but exploring his feelings for Baylor? Now, that was different.
Baylor certainly didn’t try to hide his feelings…or his interest. Jake turned and propped his elbows on the wooden rail. “Yeah. T
hat overwhelming sex drive. Except what you’ve always thought of as a strong sex drive is nothing compared to the way you’ll feel once your body finishes the change from human to Chanku. Our senses are more acute, our needs greater, the desire to satisfy them sometimes bypasses our common sense. I think that’s part of the reason we tend to settle in groups. There’s always a companion available.”
Silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the quiet night sounds of the forest. Finally Bay’s soft words, slightly hesitant, little more than a whisper, drifted over Jake. “I’m available.”
Jake turned around and leaned his hip against the railing. He looked Baylor over in the dim light and once more realized how much he liked what he saw. “I was hoping you felt that way. C’mon. Your room is at the opposite end of the house. We won’t disturb Shannon.”
Bay followed him through the dark main room. Shannon had left a single candle burning. It flickered, casting more shadows than light. Jake picked it up and carried it with him to the bedroom.
Bay closed the door when they entered the room. He leaned back against it and watched Jake, eyes narrowed, his stance tense, expectant. Was he having second thoughts?
Jake didn’t think so. He set the candle on the one long dresser in the room, shrugged out of the afghan hanging capelike over his shoulders and leaned back against the tall bedpost.
Jake folded his arms across his chest and watched the man across the room. It was Bay’s turn to make the next move. Right now, he stood motionless, watching Jake. Bay’s eyes glittered, their amber light shining almost green in the candlelight. Chanku green, like the eyes of a wolf. The familiarity of their color gave Jake hope.
In one, smooth motion, Bay reached down and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, then slowly dragged it up over his muscled chest. Jake felt his mouth go dry as the perfect six-pack abs were exposed, the flat brown nipples nestled in a thick mat of dark hair, the long column of Bay’s throat.
Jake’s cock rose against his belly. Absentmindedly, he reached down and wrapped his fist around the base, then stroked his hot length, rolling the foreskin back and forth over the broad head. Bay held his shirt against his chest. It was obvious he saw nothing but Jake’s slowly moving fist. After a long moment, Bay dropped the shirt, then slowly peeled his sweats down over his slim hips and stepped out of them.
Jake’s hand stilled and his mouth went dry. Damn, the man was hung like a moose. Uncut like Jake, Bay’s cock jutted straight out of a dark nest of hair, as if too heavy to rise against his belly. The crown was broad, almost black in the dim light, the foreskin stretched back behind the curve. A drop of liquid glistened beneath the dark eye at the end.
While Jake watched, his left hand slowly stroking his own cock, Bay reached down and wrapped his fist around himself. Slowly he squeezed along the length until he reached the crown, then he smeared the drop of pre-cum around the smooth head.
The two of them stood there, separated by the six foot distance between the bed and the door, each man slowly stroking himself, their gazes locked on one another.
Jake took the first step, pushing himself away from the bedpost. He moved slowly across the few steps to stand directly in front of Baylor. He reached out, covered Bay’s hand with his own, followed him stroke for stroke along the length of Bay’s cock.
Bay groaned and reached for Jake. He raked his fingernails lightly along the underside of Jake’s erect penis, rolled his palm over the thick fluid already leaking from the end and smeared the moisture along Jake’s full length. Bay stepped even closer until he could press the length of his cock alongside Jake’s. He gripped both in his hands, one hand wrapped around the base of his own cock, the other holding the crown of Jake’s, holding the two of them tightly together.
Jake copied Bay’s moves, smearing the lubricating moisture from the crown of Bay’s cock, then holding himself against Bay’s erection, sliding his slick cock against the other man’s, both of them tightly gripped in each other’s hands. Pre-cum leaked from both, adding more moisture to the palms of their hands, the length of their cocks.
The sensation was exquisite. Jake rhythmically thrust his hips forward, more aware of the feeling of Bay’s hands wrapped around him than of his own. The heat from Bay’s cock was a fiery brand along his, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Jake jerked his head toward the bed. Bay nodded and released his grip on Jake.
The two of them crawled across the bed, obviously with the same thought in mind. Turning head to toe, Jake grabbed Bay’s huge cock in his hands just as Bay found Jake’s. Jake licked the moisture at the tip, tasting him. He bit back a moan and sucked at the small opening, wanting more of the salty, almost sour taste of Bay’s, then quickly encircled the hot crown with his mouth.
Bay groaned. The sound vibrated over and around Jake’s cock and he felt himself slipping deeper into the agent’s hot mouth. Felt the scrape of teeth, the rough surface of Bay’s tongue, the tight suction of his cheeks…the hard ridges across the roof of his mouth.
Groaning, Jake worked his lips around the broad head of Baylor’s cock, savoring the musky, salty flavor, taking Baylor deep. Jake relaxed the muscles in his throat just as Baylor took him every bit as far down his throat.
They quickly found a rhythm, sucking hard, scraping tender flesh with their teeth, cupping testicles with strong hands, raking the sensitive flesh behind one another’s balls with their fingernails.
Jake circled Bay’s tight sphincter with his fingertip, stroking gently at first, teasing the puckered muscle, then pressing hard, attempting to force entrance without lubrication.
Pain, sharp, fiery pain lanced through Jake as Bay did the same to him. One thick finger roughly probed and pushed at his sensitive ass, but the pain was offset by the exquisite heat from mouth and tongue, the tight suction holding his cock.
There was none of the gentleness Jake felt when making love with Shannon, yet the sensations were arousing to the extreme, an encounter between two sexual alpha males, a carnal battle for dominance that neither man could really win, yet both could enjoy.
Jake achieved entrance first, slipping deep inside Bay’s heat, first one finger, then two, stretching the tight muscle, reaching for the smooth, round gland that could take Bay over the edge.
Jake searched for Bay’s thoughts but found only a jumble of sensation, a mixture of pain and pleasure without words. The man was definitely turned on! Bay’s finger pressed harder against his ass. Jake grunted at the sharp pain of forced entry, then pushed back against Bay’s finger, helping to ease the way. He gasped around the hard cock in his mouth when Bay added a second finger, stretching him, bringing Jake even closer to climax.
Jake did the same, pumping in and out of Baylor’s ass with three fingers as he suckled the man’s cock, matching the inward stroke with each deep swallow. He found Bay’s prostate, massaged it, rolled the small gland beneath his fingertips.
Jake knew Bay’s climax was close, felt the tension in the other man’s body. He tried again to read his thoughts, but Bay’s mind was closed to him. Jake reached between Bay’s thighs with his free hand to cup his testicles once more, squeezing them lightly just as he applied more pressure to Baylor’s ass.
Jake’s timing was perfect, each movement coinciding with Bay’s—as Bay’s fingers went deeper inside Jake, as his hand wrapped around Jake’s balls and gently squeezed, as his mouth clamped down hard on Jake’s cock.
There was no warning, no time to react. Jake climaxed, shooting his seed into Bay’s mouth, clamping his lips around Bay’s cock to swallow the thick stream of ejaculate when Baylor climaxed at the same time.
Jake’s body convulsed, stiffened. Stuffed full, surrounded, his balls drawn up tight between his legs, every muscle in his body clenched in spasm.
Jake held Bay’s cock in his mouth long after his orgasm ended. Licking and sucking, bringing him down slowly. Enjoying the same courtesy from Bay, the same sweet tenderness so totally absent during coitus.
He shivere
d, an aftermath of pain and pleasure, of the deep, emotional connection he suddenly felt with a man who was still a stranger…a man who might also be a brother of his heart.
It certainly hadn’t been lovemaking, not by anyone’s standards. No, they’d shared the rawest form of sex. Basic man-to-man pleasure, each of them trying their best to make the other come first. Damn, why was it always a contest?
Jake rolled over to his back and laughed. Within moments, Baylor had joined him, turning around so that they were both oriented in the same direction.
“Damn. Is it always like that?” Bay propped himself up on one elbow and grinned at Jake.
“Nope. Usually it’s even better. Before long, you’ll be able to read my thoughts, experience what I’m feeling. Then there’s another thing to consider. Imagine Shannon between us.”
Bay flopped over on his back. “I’d rather not. I think it would kill me.”
Bay’s comment hung in the air between them. Jake glanced at the man beside him and felt a tight fist squeeze his heart. Damn he hoped Shannon was right. There was still no convincing sense of Baylor as Chanku, nothing beyond the sense of closeness Jake felt to the man, the sexual desire.
The glittering amber eyes.
Baylor’s dreams were another clue, but there was still no proof. If it turned out Shannon had been wrong, that Bay lacked the Chanku genes, Bay wouldn’t have to worry about the sex killing him.
No. Then it would be Jake’s problem.
Shannon lay in Jake’s lonely bed, her fingers slowly stroking between her legs in the aftermath of orgasm, and wondered if Jake realized his mind read like an open book. She’d been there, inside his head, part of some of the most intense sex she’d ever experienced.
Damn. No wonder men enjoyed fucking each other. The raw beauty of sensation, the lancing pain when they penetrated one another, the sweet suction of hot mouths on warm cocks. Too much. Way too much.
Shannon grinned into the darkness and wondered if Jake and Baylor would mind very much if she joined them. In spite of her orgasm, she wanted more. Wanted penetration by something more substantial than her own fingers. Wanted two lean, hot, muscular bodies pressed against hers.
