by Desiree Holt
As he talked, he trailed his fingertips up her inner thighs, pressing her legs apart. Each stroke brought him closer to her core, and she watched him, pulse racing, anticipating when he’d reach that juncture.
In that moment, a shift happened, and the atmosphere in the room changed. Charlie reached around her body, rolling her nipples between his thumb and index fingers. She moaned, leaning backward into his shoulder, and he kissed her. The moment Charlie’s lips touched hers, Alex found his bull’s-eye between her legs. A flick of tongue against her clit caused her to lift her hips. Good Lord, that man knew how to work his mouth, and that he did.
With one hand bracing her legs open, he used the fingers of his other hand to massage her opening, sliding his digits into her waiting channel. Alex closed his mouth over her sex, and sucked, licked and flicked, ratcheting up her desire until she hovered on the edge of an enormous climax.
“Will you be good and come for us?” Charlie whispered in her ear. “Once you’re satisfied knowing that we want you, then we’ll get back to a little bit of fun.”
“Oh yes,” she said, ready to agree to just about anything. “But, I need … more.”
“We’ll give you more. Just let yourself go right now. Feel it.”
Alex twisted his fingers until he pressed upward, hitting that glorious spot that catapulted her over into bliss.
She cried out, wanting more and taking it all. Every caress sent more shivers through her limbs. Her toes curled into the carpeting. She desperately clung—one hand holding onto Alex’s head, and the other onto Charlie’s forearm—as if holding onto them would ground her in this reality.
As the tremors of pleasure slowed, Zada’s men helped her onto the bed. Alex pressed against her, and she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. She turned toward Charlie, and he searched her face.
“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you look after you come?” he asked, with a sly smile. “Your face is all flushed, and your cheeks are red.”
“Don’t make me blush even more.” She wanted to hide behind a pillow, but was pretty sure neither man would allow it.
From either side of her, the cocks of both guys prodded at her, hungry for attention.
She took each one in hand, squeezing, and stroking, getting them good and horny. “Now what did I interrupt a little bit ago? I thought you two were putting on a show for me?”
They shifted and, above her head, made eye contact.
“Hey, no secrets now.” For emphasis, she gave each another caress and moved up to rub them against each other. “Have you figured out who’s going to top?”
“We won’t last very long if you keep that up,” Alex said.
“Something makes me not believe you,” she joked.
Charlie rolled onto his side, pushing her onto the bed. His cock slid against her slit. “Do you always need to be the instigator?” Ever so slowly, he thrust the head inside her, filling her for the first time.
She strained to take in more.
But he held her in place, and wouldn’t allow it. He popped out.
She swore. “Don’t tease me. I want to feel you.”
“Really? You know how much I want to bury myself in you? I’m thinking you might be a good distraction while Mr. Big Guy back there has his way with me.”
“Gonna be a Charlie sandwich?” She giggled at the imagery, and then grew silent as the true meaning dawned. “Ah, fuck that’s hot.”
He pressed into her again, and she sucked in a breath. For being not the tallest of guys, he had a deliciously wide cock. She’d never grow tired of him and Alex. Each touched something different deep inside.
Zada glanced over his shoulder at Alex. He held a bottle of lube in his hand, and he slicked up his cock.
“Ready for me?” He poured some liquid onto his fingers and moved down Charlie’s body.
“Oh, man. As ready as I’ll ever be.” Charlie bit his lower lip, and closed his eyes.
Distraction, here she came. Zada lifted her hips, gliding on and off Charlie’s cock. She raised her upper body to reach his mouth. With a gentle pull, she tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth.
“Oh yes,” he whispered.
The moment he opened his mouth, she slid her tongue inside. He sucked at her, pouring all his passion into the kiss.
Inside her, his cock swelled, and he moved faster and faster. Grunts of pleasure came from Alex. As her other lover thrust forward, it pushed Charlie into her. The three of them set a frenzied rhythm that catapulted her into a second orgasm.
“You are so fucking tight.” Charlie cried, and he thrust into her harder and deeper until his cock exploded.
She wrapped her feet up, over his hips, and Alex grabbed hold of her ankles. He used her as leverage and fucked Charlie with everything he had. She’d been there before, and knew his force and energy. In the future, she might take both of them at once.
“Your turn, Hunter,” she encouraged him on.
From outside, the sounds of laughter and revelry drifted through her open window. She thought about all those nights she lay awake listening to the joy of others. Now, she’d found her place.
Alex’s grip on her ankles tightened for the briefest moment, and then his body tensed. She watched his facial expressions. The way his fire-hued hair hung over his eyes, and right at the moment of climax he opened them and stared into her soul.
“Love you,” he said. “Love you both.”
Under the waning Hunter’s Moon, they fulfilled their prophecy.
About the Author
A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.
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Wolf Torn
The Dark Ridge Wolves
Marissa Farrar
Ruby Callaghan might be the alpha’s niece, but that doesn’t mean she wants everyone else controlling her life. At twenty years old, she is young and free, though she’s been spending time with fellow pack-mate, Joel Golding. The male shifter has been pressing her for more, but Ruby isn’t sure she’s ready to be mated to anyone.
But her alpha has other ideas. To secure the future of the Dark Ridge wolves, he orders her mating to one of the Golding brothers.
The wrong brother.
At twenty-eight, with his massive build and long, dark hair, Ruby has only ever thought of beta wolf, Holton Golding, as a brute. The thought of being his mate horrifies her, but she loves her pack. Should she agree with her uncle’s plans, or will other events threaten the security of the Dark Ridge wolves?
Chapter 1
She ran through the forest surrounding their compound in the Dark Ridge Hills. Four feet struck the ground as she galloped, soft pads against rough dirt and sharp stones. Her nostrils flared, hot breath snorting in the pine-scented air. Her tongue lolled from her mouth, her lips stretched in a happy grin, as she ran through bush and splashed through river. The dappled sunlight of late evening filtered through the canopy of branches overhead, the light dreamy and fractured like that of an underwater world. Insects flitted; clouds of midges circling, and larger butterflies landing on flowers, only to be scattered as she bounded past.
Something moved ahead of her, a quick flash of white in the undergrowth, warm-blooded and alert with fear.
Rabbit.
Yes, she scented a rabbit.
Ruby felt alive with the hunt, but she was also aware of a second wolf running parallel to her path. Unable to see him through the thick expanse of trees and bushes, she nevertheless knew he was there. She smelled him on the air as keenly as she’d scented Flopsy. His musky wolf scent, distin
ctly male. He matched her pace in synchronized rhythm, and her keen ears heard that, too—the thud each time his paws hit the ground.
The rabbit darted for its warren, but the second wolf leaped across its path, causing the small mammal to do a back-flip, changing direction. Ruby read this in the motion of the air, in the change of scent and the movement the creature caused. It was running back her way now. The other wolf had sent it directly into her path. The little rabbit realized its mistake a fraction too late. It tried to stop, its large hind legs kicking in the dirt, but Ruby had already lunged, her powerful jaws snapping shut.
Her teeth closed around the back of the rabbit’s neck and she gave it a vigorous shake, snapping its spine instantly. Soft warm fur pressed against her tongue, her canines piercing the skin just enough to taste blood. Its heartbeat continued to thump for a moment longer, Ruby both hearing and feeling the pulse gradually slow. Then the heart fell still and silent, and she dropped the dead animal to the forest floor. Its glassy eyes stared at nothing, and she experienced no remorse for the death. This was how life worked: she was the predator, and this creature had been the prey. She felt no guilt at needing to eat.
Ruby forced herself to wait before she tore into the sweet flesh and lapped at the blood. This meat was to be shared.
Where was the second wolf?
So focused on her kill, she’d lost track of him.
A solid body hit her from the side, bowling her over. She let out a yelp as sharp teeth nipped her ear.
He jumped away, a lean, light gray wolf, young and muscular. His yellow eyes glowed in amusement, and she darted for him. He leaped away, spinning around, teasing her.
Internally, she laughed, her blood singing from the chase.
Together, they tore at the rabbit, swallowing chunks of flesh, lapping the blood from each other’s muzzles. His tongue was rough and wet, grazing over her sensitive nose, and she pressed her snout into his fur and whined. Their shoulders barged together, winding around one another, sleek and supple.
Above their heads, the light had grown softer, and the pale circle of the moon stood out against the dark blue of the sky. They could shift against the moon, if they needed to, but to do so was painful and harrowing. This time of the month, when the moon was full, was what suited them best.
Normally Ruby wanted to be in wolf form whenever possible, but tonight she wanted to take the shape of a woman.
Her male counterpart sensed what she was doing, and also began his shift back, his paws elongating to fingers, the fur melting to reveal pink skin.
Nudity wasn’t something that caused embarrassment for Ruby. She’d grown up with the Dark Ridge wolves, and had been shifting since she’d been old enough to toddle. But it was different with him.
Joel Golding.
Everyone said that you instinctively knew when you’d met your mate, but Ruby wasn’t so sure. She didn’t understand why wolves had to mate for life, anyway. How depressing to think she’d only be able to have one male for the whole of her life. Joel was young and gorgeous—three years older than her own twenty years. She wanted to have fun, and perhaps Joel was to be her mate, but how would she really know this unless they got to know each other on a more ... intimate level.
She hadn’t yet mated with Joel—too frightened that her uncle, their alpha, Gregory, might be able to scent it on her. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t have fun, and heading out into the forest together today was their way of getting to spend time alone.
They both got to their feet, standing before one another. Naked in the woods.
He reached out and touched her flame-red hair. “Ruby,” he breathed. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of getting you alone.”
She glanced down, and then looked back up at him through her eyelashes. “Oh, I might have an idea. Don’t think I hadn’t noticed how you started watching me, as soon as I turned eighteen.” She was twenty, now—two years of unrequited lust, of stolen glances and brushed fingertips. Two years of innocent, chaste kisses which had developed into a passion neither had given into.
His eyes left her face, tracing down her body, and alighting on her breasts. As though she could physically feel his gaze touching her, her skin tingled, her nipples tightening into crinkled buds. Unconsciously, she sucked in her stomach and pushed out her breasts, wanting him to drink in the sight of her, wanting him to want her even more.
Ruby was able to appreciate him, too. His tousled honey hair and green eyes, the freckles across the bridge of his nose. Young, and alive, and vibrant. His body was lean and muscular, but not bulky. Joel had an older brother, Holton, who was his complete opposite—dark and brooding, with shoulders and arms thick with muscle. Holton’s mood had only gotten worse since their sister, Alyssa, had run off with some rogue wolf. She was only eighteen, and her disappearance had caused a stir in the pack. Their alpha, Gregory, had also been in a foul mood since she’d run away—rumor was he’d been hoping to take Alyssa as a mated mistress. Ruby was pleased Alyssa had managed to escape that situation. Even though Ruby loved her uncle, the thought of being mated to someone like him would be enough to make her run off, as well. Word was that Alyssa hadn’t even run away, initially—she’d been kidnapped, but then had chosen her kidnapper over returning to her pack. Ruby couldn’t imagine how many shades of fucked up that made her. No wonder Holton and Gregory had been so pissed at the situation. She’d tried to talk to Joel about it, but he’d shut her down, telling her Alyssa wasn’t their business anymore, and they’d be best not adding kindling to the fire.
Dragging her mind from Joel’s sister, she reached out to touch Joel’s bare chest. A spattering of hair covered his skin between both nipples, and another line ran down from his navel to get lost in the thick bush of blond curls. His cock stood out from them, proud and erect, and she wondered if she had the guts to wrap her fingers around it. She wasn’t a reserved person, far from it, but she knew, if she touched him there, that would be the start. They would fall to the ground and mate in the dirt like a couple of animals, and that would be it for her. She’d return to the pack and all of her pack members would smell sex on her. She would have been mated by one of her own kind, and they would be bound together for life.
The wolves were allowed to have sex with humans—that didn’t count as being mated. Plenty of the males—and some of the females—went into surrounding towns for easy lays, but that wasn’t Ruby’s style. As much as she wanted to mess around with someone, she also didn’t want to just hand herself over to anyone. She wanted a guy who would be willing to get down on his knees and worship her, and she knew she wasn’t going to find him in some crappy bar in town.
“Ah, hell, Ruby,” Joel groaned. “Please, give me more. I need more.”
She could taste him, couldn’t she? That wouldn’t count? But would he stop at that, or would he demand even more?
“You’re going to make such an amazing mate,” he murmured.
Mate, he’d said it. Damn. Her buzz fizzled and she stepped away.
“Joel, we need to talk about that …”
He frowned. “Talk? Hell, no. This isn’t about talking.”
“Please, Joel. You know I care about you, but mating is a big step.”
His eyes grew darker. “It’s a step I’ve been dreaming of for two years. Don’t do this to me, Ruby. Don’t lead me on, all this time, and then tell me this isn’t what you want.”
“It is what I want.” She resisted adding, ‘I think.’ “I’m just still so young.”
“My sister mated at eighteen.”
“Yeah, and none of us even knew the guy. She might be miserable, for all we know.”
“Don’t say that!” he snarled.
“Well, you were the one who brought up your sister,” she shot back.
His erection had started to deflate.
“Please, Joel,” she said, reaching out to take hold of his wrist and pull him closer. Her breasts brushed his chest, and she saw the hitch in his breath, how she
affected him. She deliberately pressed herself closer. Why was she talking herself out of this? Gorgeous, sweet, loving Joel who’d been her friend her whole life. How could she ask for any better?
“You’re right,” she said, standing on tiptoes to graze her lips against his. “I’m talking crazy.”
He dragged her toward him, pressing himself hard against her, his cock digging against her stomach. He pushed again, as though dry-humping her belly, and let out a groan. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. His hands ran over her bottom, squeezing and kneading her flesh. He tried to lift her, and she knew what he was doing. Only a slight shift in their positions, now he had lifted her, with her thighs around his hips, and he’d be inside her. That would be it then. She’d be mated.
For life.
A sudden, long, mournful howl broke through the forest’s lullaby, and the sounds of Joel’s moans.
Both their heads snapped toward the sound. They recognized their alpha’s howl anywhere.
“Shit,” said Ruby, her heart thumping. “What’s going on?”
“Do you think it’s been noticed that we’re gone?”
“I don’t know, but so what if we had? It’s not like we’re not both adults.”
The howl came again, impossible to ignore.
They stepped apart.
“Perhaps Gregory is getting more protective, since my sister …” Joel suggested.
“Yeah, maybe that’s it. But whatever it is, we’d better get back. You know Gregory doesn’t like to be ignored.”
“Dammit,” swore Joel. “Talk about bad timing.”
Yeah, thought Ruby. Or perhaps it was perfect timing.
Chapter 2
As they ran, naked, through the forest, back in the direction of their homes, they shifted back into wolf form, the process a smooth transition now the moon was full and bright above their heads. One moment, they ran on two feet. The next, they fell forward, and galloped on four paws.
