Carnal Obedience

by Kate Hill

  She stared at him, then glanced at Temple. Though the two had different approaches, underneath they were much alike. Something told her appeasing them was the best thing to do. She didn’t bother admitting to herself that she wanted to live out her ménage fantasy with these two sexy wolves. This situation was survival only. At least that’s what she told herself.

  “This is a lot more comfortable,” she said, edging a bit closer to Ransom.

  Taking her in his arms, he brushed her lips with a gentle kiss. Across the room, Temple watched them, his brow creased in thought.

  She stripped slowly out of her remaining clothes. “Just one thing. Do you guys have any protection? I’m sorry but the idea of raising pups in a cave doesn’t appeal to me.”

  “Me either,” Temple growled, his eyes flashing. He walked to the trunk, tugged out a couple of condoms and tossed one to Ransom who caught it neatly.

  Jolie smiled and took it from him. “Please allow me. Lie down.”

  Ransom did as she asked. He walked to the bed and stretched out on his back, his arms folded behind his head, the position showing off his well-developed biceps. Jolie knelt beside him, curled her fist around his cock and stroked. He hardened beneath her touch and her desire rekindled at the feel of his velvety flesh over steely muscle. A glance across the room revealed Temple watching them with interest. While she rolled on Ransom’s condom, he tore open his and put it on.

  Jolie turned her attention back to Ransom and finished rolling the condom onto his cock. She allowed her fingertips to stray to his flat stomach, carefully tracing the ridges of well-defined abs. She followed the long, slim trail of black hair up the center of his stomach to where it fanned out to an enticing mat on his broad chest.

  She glanced at his face and found him staring at her with a smoldering look in his usually calm eyes. Her belly clenched with desire. She stretched out beside him and covered his chest with kisses. Her tongue lashed across one of his flat pink nipples then she bit it gently and growled low in her throat. She kissed her way to the other nipple while smoothing her hands over his lean torso.

  Temple approached and lay behind Jolie, positioned so he could easily cover her buttocks with kisses. While he licked, kissed and nipped her bottom, his hands caressed her back and thighs.

  Trapped between two sexy wolves, she couldn’t help squirming with passion. Her clit ached and her pussy throbbed, almost desperate to be filled by a thick, hard cock. Which wolf would claim her first? Would it be Ransom whose steely shaft she now stroked and squeezed while at the same time running her lips over his chest? Or would it be Temple whose lips and tongue teased her to the limits of desire? Temple’s large, warm hands parted her ass cheeks and his wet tongue dipped between them, teasing her sphincter. The ring of muscle tightened and pulsed. Jolie moaned, her heart pounding, and thrust her buttocks toward Temple.

  “Ah!” she cried, panting against Ransom’s chest. She writhed, her nipples rubbing against his stomach. “This is too fucking good.”

  “You’ve got that right,” Ransom breathed, threading his fingers through her hair.

  Temple licked her again, teasing her so thoroughly that she thought she might die from the pleasure. Still tonguing her mercilessly, he slid his hand beneath her and dipped his fingers into her pussy, drenching them with her juices. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed her clit.

  Jolie had never expected to actually participate in such an incredibly arousing situation. She was so turned on playing with these two magnificent beasts that she wondered how much longer she could keep from bursting into orgasm.

  “Sexy bitch,” Temple growled. “You want to come, don’t you?”

  “Y… yes,” she panted, her neck arching back as he rubbed faster. “Oh yes.”

  With an almost evil chuckle, he doubled the speed of his fingers and she flared into a pulse-pounding orgasm. Panting, her body quivering, she lay heaving against Ransom while Temple slid his hand from beneath her. When she felt him move away, she opened her eyes and glanced at him.

  Temple grasped the container of lube, took some, and applied it freely to his cock. Damn, that fucker was huge. Up this close instead of watching through a hole in the door, his cock was positively magnificent -- a thick, well-veined shaft with a big, ruddy head. His erection twitched a bit and Jolie licked her lips and moaned.

  Temple grasped her roughly by the hips and tugged so she was forced to her hands and knees. Bracing a hand on either side of Ransom’s waist, she turned her attention back to his cock. He had a damn fine piece of equipment, too. Just as long as Temple’s but not quite as thick. Ransom growled when she took the crown of his erection into her mouth and sucked. He gasped, his buttocks tightening and hips thrusting toward her.

  “Mmm,” Jolie moaned, her tongue lapping his cock head. She licked along the underside and Ransom growled again, every muscle in his long, lean body tense and straining.

  Their scents, strong and musky with desire, mingled, arousing Jolie even more. Temple began easing his cock into her pussy from behind, stretching and filling her. She paused in her licking, almost overwhelmed by sensation. Jolie panted hard, her face and neck hot and little ripples of desire running along her spine.

  Temple began thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm that stoked the passion between them. Again Jolie brushed her lips over Ransom’s cock head, then she began sucking him to the rhythm of Temple’s thrusting.

  Their moans and wolfish howls of pleasure mingled as they pushed each other to the very limits of control.

  Passion built inside Jolie until once again she trembled on the verge of orgasm. Tearing her mouth from Ransom’s cock for fear of biting it while in the throes of ecstasy, she closed her eyes and focused completely on Temple who was pumping faster and harder. Again the thrills of orgasm pulsed through her. She had expected Temple to come right away, but instead he held her fast, his breathing ragged, and stopped thrusting. Her pussy throbbed around his cock that remained thick and hard inside her until the final ripple of pleasure.

  When her head cleared, she felt Ransom’s cock brush her face. She glanced at the black-haired wolf who stared at her, passion burning in his lovely gray eyes. Again she took his cock head into her mouth. Sucking and licking, she purred around the thick, velvet-skinned bulge as Temple began pumping into her again. The vibrations of her purring really seemed to push Ransom’s buttons. His body stiffened and his hips thrust against her mouth.

  The excitement of arousing Ransom and the sensation of Temple’s rhythmic thrusts soon had her teetering on the verge of another orgasm.

  Ransom climaxed first, his body arching off the bed. He seemed to come for ages, his cries of ecstasy filling the room.

  Jolie also began moaning incessantly, trapped in the throes of an orgasm so intense it was almost painful. A howl, ripped from her very soul, vibrated throughout the room, overshadowed only by Temple’s roar of ultimate fulfillment. He stiffened and lunged into her with a final massive thrust.

  They both collapsed atop Ransom, all three panting hard, their bodies hot in spite of the coolness of the cave.

  Finally Temple rolled over, stood and removed his condom. Ransom also rolled onto his back and discarded his, tossing it into the small trash bucket Temple held out to him. Then Ransom’s arms wrapped around Jolie and he kissed her hair. Both turned to look at Temple.

  “You two get some sleep,” Temple said, changing to his wolf form. Once again his chestnut pelt covered him from head to toe. His face elongated slightly and his fangs gleamed against his lips. When he spoke, his voice was deeper, more beastlike. “Ransom, I’ll take the first watch. We’ll release Jolie at dawn.”

  Her brow furrowed, Jolie watched Temple leave the room. At that moment she realized she would probably never again make love with Temple and Ransom. This had undoubtedly been the most exciting sexual experience of her life. She’d found two wolves who thoroughly aroused her and whom she liked in spite of her personality clash with Temple. Why, now that she’d met wol
ves whom she considered fantastic mating material, did they have to be on opposite sides of the law? For the first time in centuries she almost wished she was a pirate again.

  Once she left this cave, they would be enemies. Her job demanded she hunt and capture them and, unless she could convince Lady Altah otherwise, stand by and watch them be punished to the fullest extent of the law. They could very well be executed.

  How could she possibly be part of that now that she knew the reasons for their actions? One way or the other, she needed to convince Lady Altah that reform was necessary and she would be better off working with Ransom and Temple. Common wolves would respond well to them.

  What if Lady Altah didn’t care? According to Crispin, her foster-father, and his mates, she was a good leader, interested in keeping the strong alliance between wolves and Vampires. Jolie prayed that was the truth and she would put a stop to the cruel and unfair treatment suffered by members of the Wingedpaw Pack.

  Ransom caressed her face. “Hey. Are you all right?”

  “I’ll be better tomorrow when I’m free,” she said, trying not to show how she felt about him. Temple could spark her anger, but she truly liked Ransom.

  He sighed and pulled the blanket over them. “It’s too bad things couldn’t be different.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I think the three of us could have a lot of fun together.”

  She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “I’ll bet you do.”

  “It’s not just about sex, Jolie.” Beneath the blanket, he stroked her shoulder and arm. “Tell me you don’t like us, even a little.”

  “I like you,” she admitted. “Temple is --”

  “You’ll never meet another wolf like him.”

  “Thanks for small favors.”

  A slight smile touched Ransom’s slender lips. “You expect me to believe you don’t feel anything for him? I can smell your desire for him.”

  “Maybe the desire is for you.” She edged even closer and kissed his chest. Yes, she was attracted to Ransom. He made her feel comfortable, almost safe. Temple was a whole other animal. He inspired anger and lust. All the primitive emotions from another time, nearly forgotten by their kind.

  “We have something between us, you and I,” he admitted. “I shouldn’t trust you to bring our case to Lady Altah, but I believe you’ll try.”

  “I swear it.”

  He brushed his lips across her forehead. “Get some sleep. We leave early in the morning.”

  Jolie sighed and rested her head against his shoulder. She doubted she’d sleep much tonight.

  Chapter Three

  Ransom awoke several hours later. He glanced at Jolie who was curled up beside him. Asleep, her intense brown eyes closed and her rounded, lovely face relaxed, she looked very feminine and vulnerable, unlike the self-confident, no-nonsense bounty hunter he knew her to be.

  He quietly left the bed and stepped out of the room. Temple glanced at him from where he stood, a broad shoulder leaning against the craggy wall.

  “You still have another hour or so before shift change,” Temple said.

  “I know. I’m not tired.” Ransom shivered in the chill of the cave. He didn’t mind living in the caves, but at night they got far too cold to stay comfortably in man form. He quickly shifted to his wolf shape and came to stand beside Temple. Now comfortably warm in his pelt, he folded his arms across his chest and held his friend’s gaze.

  “I have to admit I’m going to miss Jolie,” Ransom said.

  Temple’s jaw tightened visibly and he stared straight ahead.

  “How about you?” Ransom asked.

  “I just met her.”

  “But you do like her. If circumstances were different, would you like us to get to know her better?”

  “Why do I need her?” Temple turned and pinned Ransom to the wall, a shaggy, clawed hand braced on either side of his head. “I have you.”

  Temple nuzzled Ransom’s neck and Ransom closed his eyes. In spite of the pleasant sensations darting through him, he continued, “You have to admit she fits well with us.”

  Temple stopped nuzzling and met Ransom’s gaze. “What exactly are you saying?”

  “That there’s something about her. We’ve never asked another woman, or man for that matter, into our bed. Jolie is different somehow.”

  Temple sighed and finally admitted, “I felt it, too, but it could never work. She’s not one of us. She’s one of them. Do you think she’d hesitate for a moment before seeing us executed by those Vampire bastards? Speaking of that, I’m sure things are going to be hotter than ever for us now that we stole from the palace and kidnapped Altah’s bounty hunter. I’ve been thinking you should stick around here while I do some jobs on my own.”

  “No fucking way,” Ransom snarled, shoving Temple full in the chest. “We’re in this together.”

  “Yes, but you’re not only a scientist, you’re a doctor. The wolves in this cave need your medical expertise. If I’m caught it’s one thing, but if you’re caught --”

  “We are partners, Temple. End of discussion.”

  “Oh really?” Temple growled, approaching Ransom with a ferocious look in his eyes.

  As much as he loved Temple and as fucking sexy as he was, he still irritated the hell out of Ransom when he pulled this “lone wolf” attitude.

  “You think the wolves here don’t need you as much, if not more, than they need me?” Ransom said, standing his ground, which wasn’t always easy around Temple. Actually, he was probably the only wolf he knew who had the guts to stand up to him. “I’m the doctor but you’re the leader. You’re the one who organized this place and reminded them that we’re capable of surviving in the wild as well as our ancestors once did. Without you many of these wolves would have given up already.”

  “What have I gotten them? We’re living as fucking cave dwellers while the pack leader gets wealthier by the day and rubs elbows with the Vampire Leader. Somebody has to get rid of that bastard one way or the other.”

  “If Jolie can convince Altah --”

  “I can’t believe you still believe in fairytales. Grow up, Ransom.”

  “I still have hope for us, Temple.”

  Temple raised his eyes to the heavens and murmured, “Hope. He has hope.” He turned his jaded gaze to Ransom and asked, “You really believe the bounty hunter is going to try to help us?”

  “Yes.”

  Temple shrugged, though his expression remained as cynical as ever. “It doesn’t matter anyway. After tomorrow we won’t see her again until one or both of us is arrested. I’m telling you one thing for certain, Ransom, before I go, I’m taking the pack leader with me.”

  Ransom’s stomach clenched. Sometimes he wished he could literally knock some sense into Temple, but he wasn’t fool enough to think anyone could beat him into submission.

  “Why don’t you get some sleep?” Ransom suggested. “I’ll wake you at dawn.”

  Temple tried to kiss Ransom good night, but Ransom stepped away, still angry over not being able to convince his partner to see reason. For as long as he’d known Temple it had been a battle of wills between them. His worst fear was that one day either his lover’s fierce courage or blind temper would get him killed. The fact that he’d been able to persuade Temple to become a thief instead of a murderer was a miracle in itself. He knew it couldn’t last forever. Temple’s instincts were far too strong.

  “What? Are you going to be mad at me now?” Temple asked.

  “Yes.” Ransom folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall.

  Temple approached wearing a charming expression reserved only for moments like this, when he couldn’t manipulate Ransom by force.

  “Don’t be that way, Ransom.” Temple gazed into his eyes.

  Refusing to melt even the slightest bit, Ransom straightened, using his height to advantage as he glared at Temple.

  “Get any closer and I’ll neuter you with my claws.”

  A
teasing smile on his lips, Temple shrugged. “Might be fun having you try.”

  “I mean it, Temple.”

  “All right. Fine.” Temple sighed. He walked toward the room and paused before entering. “See you tomorrow.”

  Ransom grunted and Temple stepped into their room.

  * * *

  Jolie awoke from a surprisingly pleasant sleep, her body curled against a warm, hard male. She remembered falling asleep with Ransom, but it was Temple’s scent filling her with every breath. Sexy. Wild. Delicious.

  Her head was resting on his chest, so she tilted it slightly and found him staring at her with those intense blue eyes.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  She immediately moved away from him, the blanket falling from her nude body. “Good morning.”

  Propping his arms behind his head, he gazed at her with a half smile, lingering over her full, brown breasts tipped with darker brown nipples. They tightened to hard peaks beneath his lustful stare and Jolie gritted her teeth, grasped the blanket and stood, wrapping it around her.

  Seeming perfectly content to lie there naked, Temple continued watching her with that annoyingly amused look. His long, sinewy legs were crossed at the ankles and his cock that had lolled sleepily against his stomach began to stir.

  Jolie walked across the room and began washing in a basin of water. Her face dripping, she raised her eyes to the heavens, clenched her fists and glared at him. “Are you going to lay there and watch me?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I suppose a prisoner doesn’t deserve privacy. Fine.” She dropped the blanket and continued washing. To her surprise, he rose, picked up her discarded clothes and brought them to her.

  “You haven’t exactly been treated like a prisoner, have you, Jolie?”

  “You mean because I slept with the two of you? Tell me the truth, Temple, how much choice did I have?”

  His brow furrowed, an angry look in his eyes. “Nobody forced you.”