by Cara Adams
Steve’s right arm wrapped around her waist, and Zed parted her ass cheeks and pressed his cock at her entry. The condom felt slippery so she knew he must have lubed his cock after he put it on, but there was still a deep burn as he broached her sphincter ring and wiggled his way inside her. Finally her ass opened and he thrust deeper. The heat of him blasted through her, making her shiver with delight.
On the one hand she was stretched almost to the point of pain, but on the other she felt so aroused she didn’t care. By the time Zed was completely inside her, his balls hard against her ass, and his free hand gripping her hip, all she could think of was coming. There were a few minutes of the men shuffling and rearranging themselves. Steve took his arm from her waist and Zed glued his muscular chest to her spine. Their joined hands were on her thigh and felt quite strange with fingers pointing in directions she wasn’t expecting, but they seemed to have reached a working agreement with each other, so there was no way she was going to say anything. Besides, she couldn’t. She was far too aroused, far too close to coming.
“Fuck me now.”
“Stroking together or alternately?” asked Steve.
Josie felt Zed’s body tighten and knew it was because Steve knew how to fuck in a ménage. The fact that he’d allowed Zed to choose their method hadn’t appeased the man as much as the thought it wasn’t Steve’s first time had angered him. But then maybe Steve hadn’t done it before. Maybe his knowledge was just from hearing about it, like hers was. Anyway, it’d do Zed good not to think he was the only one here who knew what to do.
“Together, I think. None of us is going to last very long this time. We can do the extended foreplay thing another day.”
Well, that was good. It implied he was going to behave enough for them to build the relationship further.
Finally both men withdrew from her and she was filled with excitement and anticipation. At last they’re both going to fuck me together and I’ll finally find out what those other women said was so wonderful. And if only they both continue to work together maybe I’ll even get my own perfect ménage ongoing as well.
Not that she was certain about that at all. Likely Zed could control himself for a while, but the real test would come over time. His attitude had to soften to complete acceptance of them as a triad, not mere tolerance.
The men powered into her together, touching her everywhere, driving her suddenly right to the very edge of the red zone. Josie didn’t want to come on their first stroke, so she pulled herself together and regained some control. She wanted to enjoy this, not to blast into release in five seconds flat.
The men were a bit ragged at first, but soon they had a rhythm going, pounding in and out of her in complete harmony, gradually driving her back up and up closer and closer to the point where she wouldn’t be able to hold on anymore. To distract herself she stroked their arms and sides, pushing her aching nipples against Steve’s chest wiggling her ass back against Zed when they were pulling out of her.
Steve nudged her face with his and she looked into his eyes. They were lust filled and she understood he was as desperate to come as she was. She opened her mouth and he thrust his tongue inside, fucking her mouth as hard as fast as he was fucking her pussy. She turned her head slightly, improving the angle of their kiss and behind her Zed ordered, “Come now, Josie. It’s time. Find your release now.”
As if Zed’s words unlocked a door, the climax roared through her, and she had to lift her mouth from Steve’s to breathe. She jerked and spasmed, her vision blurred and she no longer knew anything except that she was surrounded by Zed and Steve, being loved. She felt the blasts of heat telling her both men had come almost exactly at the same moment she had. Then the next thing she knew the two men were gently laying her on the bed as they retreated to the bathroom. Oh yes, the condoms, of course.
The key for the handcuffs was lying on the sink. They’d figure it out. Josie reached down, pulled the sheet over her and let her body sink into the soft mattress.
* * * *
Zed led the way into the bathroom but he made room for Steve to follow him. He might not like the man much but for now he’d have to be polite or he’d never win Josie for himself. He’d barely dealt with the condom before he saw the key. He snatched it up and unlocked the cuffs then rubbed his wrists. “I’ve got half a mind to flush this down the toilet as well,” he said holding the key.
Steve raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you really think that would prevent Josie from putting them on us again?”
Damn the man, he was right. “She is a determined piece.” He laid the key back on the sink.
“I wouldn’t have minded showering with her, but I guess that’s not on her current agenda,” said Steve.
Zed stepped out of the bathroom and looked at the bed. “I think she’s asleep already,” he said softly. She looked so lovely lying there. Her dark curls were spread over the pillow, the sheet was tucked under her chin, and she was completely relaxed. At least they’d gotten that right. They’d obviously given her a damn good orgasm.
“We can shower in our own rooms. Let’s get dressed. We meet for breakfast at seven thirty and the appointment with the Supreme of Europe is at ten so we need to leave here by nine fifteen.”
“Better make that nine. The valet service has to fetch the car, remember, and at rush hour that might take a while.”
Zed nodded. That was a reasonable comment. “Okay, nine.”
He pulled on his clothes carelessly and then looked over at the other man. The human was dressed as well so he led the way out of Josie’s room and checked the door was properly shut behind him. “I wish she was awake and could put the deadlock on.”
“Me, too, but I don’t think waking her right now would be smart.”
“No.”
Zed pushed the call buttons for the elevator to go both up and down. Two cars arrived together and he watched as Steve climbed in one and pressed the up button before he got in the other and pressed the fifth floor. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the other man, after all he had no keycard to Josie’s room, but he just hated to not be in charge.
I do need to loosen up a bit. The human isn’t so bad and fucking Josie was the best thing I’ve ever done. But I still want her to be mine. Mine alone. Surely I can get rid of the other man somehow. There must be a way.
He had to admit though that for this task, which might take them all over Europe, a translator would be very useful. There’d been times in the past when he wasn’t sure his translator was telling him everything. There’d been undercurrents he could sense but not explain. So yes, this time a translator might help. But that didn’t mean he was giving up on Josie. Surely she’d come to her senses and realize that as a wolf, she needed a wolf. Him.
His dreams were a vivid mish-mash of wolves, mountains, and the capital cities of Europe. He woke feeling a bit headachy and out of sorts, but blamed the flight. He never got jetlag. He always instantly adjusted to the local time of wherever he was, but then he usually traveled in the comfort of business class.
However, he had decided one thing. To instruct Steve and Josie not to let anyone know the human wasn’t a wolf. Some packs were still prejudiced, and rightly so because shape-shifters had been hunted and killed in the past, which was why they hid their heritage from humans as much as possible. So there was no need to risk antagonizing anyone because Steve wasn’t one of them. He was a trusted member of the Alpha’s pack and that was all anyone needed to know.
He arrived at twenty past seven and chose their table. He liked to have his back to a wall and to be able to see the entry. He knew there was unlikely to be any trouble, but he’d developed a lot of habits while traveling alone, and he didn’t plan to change any of them, especially while Josie was with him and who he needed to protect.
“Coffee, sir?” offered a server.
“Thank you.” Zed accepted it gratefully. Likely it would clear the slight fogginess in his brain. He needed his mind to be fully sharp before they arri
ved at the Supreme’s headquarters. He saw Steve appear in the doorway and nodded to him. The man was neatly dressed in smart pants, a button-down shirt, and a necktie. Zed was silently impressed. He hadn’t mentioned wearing a tie, but likely he should have. Some of these leaders, particularly the older men like this Supreme, still liked the pomp and ceremony of bygone days.
Then Josie appeared at the door. Her hair was piled up on her head and she had a necklace and long dangling ear rings over a calf-length skirt and light sweater. She looked good enough to eat. He watched the way she was walking, suddenly guilty that he hadn’t put gel in her ass after the sex last night to soothe her, but if she had any discomfort it didn’t show in the way she moved.
As soon as they sat down the server was back with the coffee and said, “Madam, would you like the Viennese Breakfast or the Austrian breakfast?”
Zed opened his mouth to order them all Viennese breakfasts, although he didn’t know what the difference was, but then remembered Josie would probably rather choose for herself.
“What’s the difference?” Josie asked the server.
“The traditional Austrian breakfast comprises a Semmel, butter, muesli, Schinkenspeck, a boiled egg, a Danish pastry, jam, and orange juice. The Viennese breakfast is a Semmel, apricot jam, butter, and a glass of orange juice. With a boiled egg, if you wish.”
“What is a Semmel and Schinkenspeck? I assume one of them is bread,” said Josie.
The server smiled. “The Semmel, you would call a bread roll. Schinkenspeck is smoked bacon.”
“Thank you. I’ll have the Austrian breakfast.”
It was just as well he hadn’t ordered. He’d much prefer the larger Austrian breakfast. “I will, too, please.”
“Make it three,” added Steve.
The server left and returned quickly with the rolls, butter, jam, muesli, milk, and orange juice. Zed was hungry and was soon enjoying the food.
“How are you this morning?” he asked Josie when the server had left.
“Perfectly fine, thank you.”
He longed to ask if her ass was sore, if she’d gotten up and put the dead bolt on the door, and a dozen other questions not possible to mention in a restaurant.
Instead Josie asked, “What language will be spoken at the meeting today? Do they speak Austrian or German, or will it be in English?”
“Most of them speak some English, but I’ve always had a translator,” Zed answered.
“I think it’s about sixty percent who speak English. The official language here is German but almost everyone also speaks Austro-Bavarian and a significant minority use Allemanic.”
“And I suppose you speak all of them?” Zed asked.
“My Allemanic isn’t wonderful, but they always speak Austro-Bavarian as well so we’ll manage.”
Their boiled eggs and bacon arrived, along with the Danish pastries. Zed was glad. He was still quite hungry and needed more than just one meager bread roll and a bowl of muesli. It wasn’t until they were all out the front, waiting for the valet to bring them the SUV, that he realized they’d been together for over an hour and not one harsh word had been spoken. Maybe they could get along in the meeting as well.
He had to admit it’d be good to know everything that was being said. Assuming the human really could understand it all. He turned to Steve. “Don’t speak anything other than German unless you really need to. Maybe they’ll say some things they don’t want us to understand. That could be very helpful indeed.”
“You don’t think the Supreme is sending us into danger deliberately, do you?” asked Josie.
“He’s old and ill. Who knows how much of a grip he still has on everything,” replied Zed. He didn’t really think there was a problem, but it was always good to keep a weapon or two up his sleeve and right now, even though he hated to admit it, the human was the best weapon he had.
* * * *
Steve had determined to stay in the background as much as possible. He agreed with Zed about not telling them he was human and not giving away how much he could understand, but the easiest way to do that was to be as inconspicuous as he could manage, which meant staying silent and just remembering things. Fortunately with Zed there, the son of the Supreme Alpha of North America, and Josie looking stunningly beautiful, it should be possible for him to be ignored.
As soon as the buxom blonde woman on reception heard who they were, she came around from her desk, and took Zed’s hand, looking up into his eyes and loosening the top button of her shirt. She was a pretty woman, but lacking in brains if she thought ignoring Josie was a good idea.
When it was time to go up to the meeting, the woman tucked her arm through Zed’s and pressed her body into his in the elevator. Steve stayed back and Josie stood silently beside him, neither of them saying anything. Zed seemed to be totally ignoring her. He didn’t touch her in any way, but he didn’t pull his arm free either, although that might have been out of a wish not to cause trouble in this building.
Steve was interested that she just walked away from her desk, leaving it unattended. Anyone could come up in the elevators from the basement parking lot as they had done, and wander around the corridors unhindered. He tried casually to check if there were CCTVs around and thought there might be, but certainly not everywhere. Oh well, it wasn’t his problem and neither was the woman. It was just a shame he didn’t dare tuck Josie’s hand through his arm like the other woman had done to Zed.
The woman led them into an anteroom and showed them to a row of chairs. She sat bedside Zed and would have kept hold of him but he took his hand away and fussed with pulling his trouser seams straight. Nice move. Something she couldn’t complain about and very natural looking.
A young man entered the room. “There’s no need for you to stay, Kersten. Who’s on reception?”
“He’s an honored guest. The Ambassador for the Supreme of the North Americas.”
“I will care for our guests. You go back to your station.”
The woman pouted and flounced out of the room, waggling her rounded ass. Steve noted she’d never answered the young man’s question and wondered if he’d noticed that, too, but all he said was, “Can I bring you some coffee while you wait? The Supreme should be free in less than ten minutes.”
“Would you like coffee, Josie?” asked Zed.
“No, thank you.”
“Tell us about Vienna,” said Zed to the young man.
The young man chattered on about the Belvedere Palace, the Botanical Gardens, St. Stephen’s Cathedral, and had just begun talking about the Rathaus, their city hall, when an older man with thinning gray hair marched into the room, stomped his feet, and bowed from the waist.
Steve leaped to his feet and bowed back, without a moment’s thought. He’d had a teacher like that one year in school. A man who told wonderful stories of Europe’s great past, insisted on complete silence in the classroom, but didn’t really care whether the students learned anything or not as long as they were silent and obedient. It’d been a strange year for him. He’d read a lot of books under the desk, and become very good at sitting bolt upright while his mind wandered, but it seemed his body hadn’t forgotten the expected responses.
Josie had stood almost as fast as him, and Zed was a little slower again. The man looked down his nose at them all, then said in perfectly good, although accented, English, “You may see the Supreme now.”
“Thank you,” said Zed, following him, one hand gesturing Josie ahead of him.
Steve had expected the Supreme to be very old and probably frail, both of which were true. He was sitting in a wheelchair, with a thick rug over his legs, although the building was heated to a comfortable temperature.
Zed walked up to the man and bowed. “Sir, I bring greetings from the Alpha of North America, your friend and colleague.”
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Zedekiah. And this is your team to find the missing wolf packs. Ms. Smith, we’ve communicated over the years. You are even more beautiful
in person.”
Steve watched Josie nod her head at him and remain standing.
“Mr. Latham, I believe you grew up in Europe. I’m sure your knowledge of our customs will help in the search. Please sit down, all of you.”
The old man’s light blue eyes sparkled with intelligence, but his skin was pale and his movements slow. Steve wondered if his cancer was a terminal illness. He seemed too frail for his problems to be only his age, although he looked to be around eighty. Plenty of people lived longer than that, although plenty didn’t, of course. But still, Steve just had a feeling this man’s days were numbered and he was eager to clean up some lingering problems. He just hoped the Alpha had appointed a good successor. A man both strong and wise, and not the man here with him now. Steve seriously suspected this man had too many biases and hang-ups to be a really good leader.
“From time to time my people across Europe have reported a sense of being watched. They can never pinpoint who is watching them. It’s that inborn sixth sense every wolf has. It’s always in a public place and there’s never a feeling of danger, but they know they’re under observation. A few times I’ve had people do something to see if they will be watched, but it’s never worked. So I think the other wolves are going about their daily business, but they now know who we are. I hope they’ve been watching us to check that we are trustworthy and are now ready to meet with us.”
“If you’re sure they are not dangerous, why not wait for them to make the move?” asked Zed.
“Unfortunately, that’s no longer possible. The cancer within me won’t wait. I have three months remaining, that’s all. I don’t intend to stretch the time any farther. As soon as I lose my ability to think, the pack has instructions to bid me farewell. After I go, there will disruption for a while. The Alphas of at least three countries will contest this position and Europe won’t be a settled place. That’s why we need to reach these people and explain everything to them soon, so they are members with votes, and are not batted back and forth between feuding countries.”
