by Gale Stanley
"What?"
She stiffened and kept her mouth shut. He didn't need to know her fears.
Jonas tightened his hold on her. "You're okay. You had a bad dream." His voice was soft and reassuring. "I'll get a bulb for the lamp." He started to pull away, but she hung on for dear life.
"No. Please, don't go."
"It's okay, I'm not going anywhere." He settled down with her in his arms and rubbed her back. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
"No." She relaxed, suddenly very aware of how little he had on. His boxers didn't do much to hide his erection.
"It's only 4 a.m. Try to get a little sleep. When you're up for it, I'll make you breakfast." He turned her around and spooned her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." Cocooned in his arms, she felt safe. He surprised her. The mean Jonas had disappeared again.
"It's nice to sleep in a bed for a change, even if it does stink in here."
She smiled. That sounded more like the Jonas she knew.
* * * *
The bed felt cold and empty without the safety of Jonas's embrace. Much as Sable hated to admit it, she missed him. Still, she had to give him points for replacing the lightbulb. The warm amber glow calmed her. The dirty linens were gone, too, and the floor looked clean enough to eat off. She hoped that wasn't his intention. How had he done all this without waking her?
Her mouth watered at the smell of bacon. A few seconds later, a barefoot Jonas, dressed in jeans and T-shirt, appeared in the doorway.
He flashed a crooked grin. "Is it safe to come in?"
She nodded, and he sat beside her with a tray on his lap. She reached for a strip of bacon.
He raised a brow. "I take it this tray is safe. Bacon, sausage, and ham." He looked at her for approval.
She answered by stuffing a piece of ham in her mouth.
"You should have told me sooner what you like. I'll make you whatever you want."
She looked at him warily. Last night had shown her a side of Jonas she didn't know, a sensitivity she wouldn't have expected from him. He kept her demons at bay, and she had her first untroubled sleep in a long time. But he was still her captor and couldn't be trusted. He only acted nice because he wanted something.
Jonas watched her clean the plate. It didn't take long. "Do you want seconds?"
She swallowed the last bit of sausage and shook her head.
"How 'bout a shower then?"
Of course she wanted a shower. More than anything, she wanted to be unfettered—even if only for a short time. She sniffed but couldn't detect Jude's scent. Jonas never unchained her unless his brother stood by with a dart gun. Evidently, his good mood persisted. "Yes."
Jonas took keys from his pocket and unlocked the small padlock. The ankle cuff fell away, and he rubbed his thumb over the mark it left. The red faded, but his touch set off sparks that headed straight for her pussy. She shivered as he slid his hand along her calf.
Her heat should have ended with conception, but she wanted Jonas more than ever. The look he gave her said he wanted the same thing. She might fuck him, but she wouldn't make it easy. He didn't have to know how much she craved his body. It would be one more thing he could hold over her. She tamped down her arousal, pulled her foot away, and stood to face him. "Where's the guard dog?"
"If you mean Jude, he's still asleep."
Hands on hips, she studied him. This had to be a trap. If she made a wrong move, he'd push a button, and Jude would come running.
Jonas stood. They were only inches apart. "I'm not lying." He pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it at her feet. "And I didn't come armed." He unzipped his jeans and shoved them over his hips. "At least not with a dart gun." His erection bridged the gap between them. It made her mouth water.
She studied him while her mind raced a mile a minute, calculating her chances of taking him down. She could do it easy. But, then what? Were the doors locked, alarmed, guarded by animals? If she messed up today, there'd be no second chance. He'd lock her up and throw away the key. It would be better to play his game a little longer and learn more about her prison. "Who's taking the shower here?" she asked.
"It might be a tight squeeze, but I think we can both fit."
The heat in her belly grew at the thought of Jonas’s body pressed against hers. "Aren't you afraid to be alone with me?" She meant it to be sarcastic, but instead it came out seductive.
He grinned. "I'll take my chances."
She shrugged and turned to enter the bathroom. Jonas followed. She leaned back against the sink while he adjusted the water.
"Get in. See if it's to your liking."
She stepped past him and under the cascading water. Closing her eyes, she turned her head up and enjoyed the warmth. After bathing in cold river water, there was something to be said for a hot shower. She didn't complain when Jonas got in behind her.
"I'll wash your back." He gathered her long, wet hair to one side and slung it over her shoulder. His soapy hands massaged every inch of her back before working their way down between the firm cheeks of her butt and then around to soap between her legs. His fingers parted her slippery folds and pushed inside. Lust surged through her veins. She started to tremble, and he withdrew. "I just wanted to make sure you were clean."
Bastard.
His cock nudged her ass, and she pressed back, trying to make it seem accidental. He sucked in a breath then anchored her to his hips with one hand and cupped a breast with the other. He caressed the underside, carefully avoiding her nipple.
"Jonas." She sighed.
His nimble fingers found the tight bud and pinched. It wasn't enough. She pressed her hands over his and squeezed.
"I want to wash your hair." His voice was husky in her ear. "Hand me the shampoo."
She forced her eyes open, took the bottle from the shelf hanging below the showerhead, and passed it back.
Jonas poured some in his hands and lathered her scalp. "I've been wanting to do this. Your hair is beautiful. So long and thick."
No one had washed her hair for fifteen years. It was almost better than sex. She leaned into it, loving his strong massage. He took his time as if he enjoyed it as much as she did. When he finally rinsed her hair, she took the shampoo and washed his.
Sable took her time with his back. The play of muscles under her hands fascinated her. She worked her way down from his neck to his waist. The soapy lather ran over his perfect ass, drawing her attention and inspiring an urge to sink her teeth in his flesh. He turned abruptly as if he read her mind.
Disappointed, she soaped his arms, stopping to admire the tattoo that circled his right bicep.
"Does this spell “wild”? It looks like claws."
"It is. Just something stupid that Jude and I did when we were kids. We thought we were badasses."
"You still do."
He flashed his disarming grin. "Nah. We're pussycats."
"Right. And you know how well cats and dogs get along." She grinned back. "Different species should stick to their own."
Their eyes locked, and he pulled her closer. "Is that what you want?"
A sharp retort came to her lips, and she discarded it. "I just want to clean you up."
"Then I think you forgot something."
Her slim fingers wrapped around his cock and pumped. "I never forget anything," she whispered. "I saved the best for last."
* * * *
Jonas thought he'd explode when Sable dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked like a water goddess. Her beaded nipples peeked through the silky black curtain plastered to her body. He'd never seen anything so beautiful.
She let the shower rinse the soap from his penis before inching closer. His cock twitched in anticipation. It bobbed against her lips, and her tongue flicked out like a snake to circle the head. She explored the sensitive ridge, then her clever tongue found the underside of his balls and licked up to the tip of his cock, as if he were a lollipop. Gently, she cupped his sac in one hand and took him into her mouth. Hi
s groan echoed off the tile.
Her mouth, so hot around his cock, set him on fire. She looked up at him with those golden almond eyes and took him deeper. So deep, her nose rubbed the coarse hair at the base of his shaft. Jesus, who was taming who? Since she came into his life, he'd thought of nothing else. She would kill him for sure.
Her hand searched playfully between the cheeks of his ass while she sucked harder, destroying him with her mouth. When her finger penetrated him, he lost it. He let out a harsh cry and flooded her mouth with his cum. His body shuddered with the longest, hottest, sweetest release of his life.
"Now that's a pretty sight." Jude's voice was an unwelcome intrusion that brought him back to reality. He hadn't even heard him slide open the shower door.
Sable stood in one graceful move and looked from one to the other.
Jude put a hand under the shower. "Shit. You didn't save me any hot water."
Jonas stiffened. The water was cold. Sable made him so hot, he hadn't noticed. He reached over her to shut it off. "I didn't want to wake you."
Jude threw him a towel, then handed another one to Sable. When she grabbed it, he reeled her in. "I wouldn't mind waking up with these lips wrapped around my cock." He gripped her chin and ran a thumb over her mouth.
Jonas scowled. "I thought you weren't ready," he asked, irritated. "What's the rush all of a sudden?"
Jude grinned. "Watching you inspires me." He palmed the bulge at his crotch. "I think I'm ready."
"Now?" Jonas's mind whirled. How could he put him off?
"No time like the present." Jude stared at Sable with hungry eyes.
"Sable's tired. Give her a rest."
Jude gave him a funny look. "That's exactly what I want to give her. Looks to me like you made her do all the work." He grazed his knuckles over her bare arm. "How about it, honey? I even turned the mattress and made up the bed. You just lay back and let me take care of you."
Sable shrugged her shoulders. Jonas didn't like the way her eyes glittered at Jude's touch.
Jude raised a brow and looked at him.
"It's up to her," Jonas said, frowning.
"Why not. Isn't that why I'm here?" Sable’s voice was heavy with sarcasm.
Chapter Six
Jonas wrapped the towel around his slim hips and motioned Jude to follow him out of the bathroom. "I want to talk to you."
"I don't think this is a good time." Jonas's stage whisper sounded like he was still in the room with her.
"Why not? This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Jude's confused voice was equally audible. "You still want that half-breed, don't you?"
"Of course, but I didn't mean to just spring it on her."
"What's the difference? You were right, she's willing. Jesus Christ, bro. The way she was sucking on you, I thought she'd swallow you alive. It made me so fucking hot that I don't care what she is. I'm glad I let you talk me into this."
Bastards!
Sable dropped the towel and walked out to confront them. "Don't feel you have to force yourself." She glared at Jude, hands on hips. "You might get rabies bedding an animal."
The men lowered their eyes. At least they had the decency to look sheepish.
Jonas spoke first. "It's not like that."
"Really? What's it like?"
"We're not going to hurt you."
"Why should I believe you?" she spat.
"Because I think you're special, unique. I want to learn about you, not harm you. You can have a safe home here."
Yes, he thought she was special enough to want to experiment on her and her offspring. The arrogant son of a bitch had to be stopped before he created a monster. Gods only knew what he would do next. Maybe take her apart to find out what made her tick. Or use her body parts to create a powerful half-human, half-Lycan demon.
"You mean a safe prison. You're not going to let me go," she said bitterly.
"No. But you're better off here than out in the Wilds. I can give you whatever you need. You'll never have to worry about finding food or shelter, running from the law, or anyone else."
"Freedom is all I need."
"How long do you think you'd be free if the sheriff caught you?"
"I'd rather live on the run. I can't stay in this room forever. I'd sooner be dead."
"It won't always be like this. I plan to give you more freedom. I know an animal can't be—"
Her backbone stiffened, and she spit at him.
He took a step closer. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything."
"Liar," she bellowed. Her wolf sat up on edge. She saw Jude watching her over Jonas's shoulder, letting this play out. "What do you want from me in return for all this?" She swept an arm around the room.
Jonas flushed. "Just cooperation. I only want to do some tests, take some blood and urine."
"That's all you want? Blood and urine?" She narrowed her eyes at him. "No sex?"
"That's up to you. I won't force you to do anything."
"No. But if I don't cooperate you'll take my light away and put me in a crate.”
He shrugged. "Things will go easier for you if you cooperate."
The mention of more freedom intrigued her. She was willing to do just about anything to get out of this white cage.
"You won't have to force me," she purred in a silky voice. "But I need fresh air, sunshine." She paused. "No more tranquilizers.”
"That can be arranged," he said softly. "Just be a good girl, and do what I tell you."
They measured one another eye to eye. Both had their own agendas, yet some unspoken agreement passed between them. It wouldn't be so difficult to cooperate. She could enjoy sex with Jonas, play good dog, and get out of here that much sooner. Then who would be double-fucked?
Jonas stood before her, his cock, heavy and thick, brushed his belly. She licked her lips as memories of his taste flooded her brain. He turned away, and the mouthwatering view disappeared, but another one took its place—his fine ass and lean, muscular thighs covered with light brown hair. She watched the play of his muscles as he padded over to the bed, sat, and held out a hand to her. She took it, stood between his legs, and looked down at him.
Jude came up behind her. His hands gripped her hips. She twisted in his grasp, sat on Jonas's lap, and looked him up and down. "You're overdressed for this party."
Jude didn't hesitate for a second. He pulled off his boots and unzipped his jeans.
The hard erection pressing against her back and the man disrobing in front of her made her randy wolf want to howl. Jude's cock, freed from his jeans, pointed straight at her. It appeared even longer than Jonas's.
"Like what you see?"
"I've seen better." She stuck her nose up and looked away.
Obviously not embarrassed by his equipment, he threw his head back and laughed. "It'll take care of you just fine, sweetheart.”
She suspected it would, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of saying so.
"Hey, I like when you look at me. It makes me hot."
He was right. When she checked him out again, she could swear his erection grew bigger in front of her eyes.
Jude licked his lips and dropped to his knees at her feet. He lifted a foot and sucked each toe before resting it on his thigh. His big, rough hands worked their way up her calf with confident strokes that made her breath catch in her throat. Why was he doing this? He didn't need to seduce her, he owned her.
His eyes turned deep blue-black. Framed by long brown lashes that matched his shadowed cheeks, they mesmerized her. He bent his head and rubbed his stubbled jaw along her thigh. When she whimpered, he raised his head immediately, caught her hand, and kissed her palm. Her heart fluttered, and she froze.
"Do you want me to shave?" He spoke softly, rubbing her palm against his cheek.
Speechless, she shook her head. The abrasive friction set off sparks that set her on fire.
He smiled and bent to his task. Wherever he grazed her skin, he soothed it with his tongue.
Her b
reath caught. The raw ache between her legs thrummed in a disturbing rhythm. Suddenly she wanted his mouth on her sex. She gripped his hair and pulled him closer to her needy pussy.
Jonas pulled her thighs over his and spread her wide to give Jude better access. His hands branded her flesh with their heat. She arched back against him, and his ragged breath warmed her cheek.
Jude parted her nether lips with his thumbs, and her anticipation ramped up another notch. He stroked her pussy, and she felt herself spiral out of control too, too fast. Did she really want Jude, or did she imagine it was Jonas touching her? All she knew for sure was that if he didn't put his mouth on her soon, she'd scream.
"So pretty," he murmured. "So fucking wet." At the first stroke of his tongue along her labia, she sucked in a breath and rewarded him with a flood of moisture. His greedy tongue lapped it up, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
"Gods, yes."
She held his head and moved her hips against his mouth to meet his wet licks and kisses. His tongue made small circles around her clit. Heat built inside her, and Jonas held her quivering legs steady.
As if he sensed how close she was to losing it, he sucked the swollen button gently and slipped a finger inside her wet folds. Another finger joined the first. When he nipped her clit, he took her over the edge, and she cried out in a moment of pure bliss.
Then Jude surprised her. He cupped the back of her head and claimed her mouth with a fierce kiss. She shocked herself with her own eager response to the touch of his lips. He explored her mouth. His tongue searched for hers and danced around it. When he finally came up for air, she whimpered for more.
His smoldering stare pinned her. "Have you ever been with two men before?"
The image of having both of them inside her made her shudder.
Jonas must have thought she objected. "I think she's had enough for today."
Jude looked at her. "Let her answer."
"I've done this before." But never with two men she wanted more than these two.
"That's my girl." Jude stood between her legs.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Jonas asked from behind her.
