by Claire Adele
“So beautiful, Cindy.” Derek pulled gently out of her until only the head of his cock stretched her anus, giving her even more intense sensations. He pushed back inside all the way as Juan slid his hard cock out of her pussy. The friction gave her intense pleasure. “You’re so tight, you feel incredible,” Derek growled as he pulled out of her again. Juan plunged his thick cock deep into her pussy. They worked together, taking turns filling her. She felt so full. Juan circled her clit with the pads of his fingers, slid inside her again and then he climaxed. Derek’s cock pushed deeply as the fingers of one hand caressed her crack and his other hand cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple.
The combination of Juan’s thick, hard cock still pumping inside her, and Derek’s caressing pressure deep in her rectum, brought her to yet another shivery orgasm. She cried out and convulsed, her body milking Juan’s cock and squeezing Derek’s stiffened penis. Derek growled low, his warm breath caressing the side of her throat. He climaxed, his cock pumping inside her. The sensations brought more contractions from her pussy. She moaned, her body undulating against Juan and Derek. Slowly the pulses ebbed.
Completely spent and relaxed, she leaned her forehead against Juan’s damp chest. Juan dropped his head forward and pressed his warm, firm lips to the place where her neck met her shoulder. Derek’s warm lips pressed a kiss to her other shoulder near her neck.
She was totally wrapped within two hot, panting, hard, masculine bodies, her most sensitive flesh filled and caressed by their huge cocks. She’d never experienced anything like this before, nor imagined such carnal pleasure. It was purest bliss.
Juan and Derek held her tight between their damp bodies. She stroked Juan’s sculpted back and wide shoulders, and reached down and back with one hand to caress Derek’s muscular hip and thigh. Both men felt wonderful.
Cocooned in their embraces, she felt safe and protected.
Chapter Seven
“What’s up, Juan?” The concern in Derek’s voice revealed he’d noticed Juan’s uneasiness.
Juan’s concern for Cindy had clouded his lovemaking. He hadn’t expected to feel a selfish need to keep her to himself. The whole evening had been a strain. He’d thought he could ignore that need and share her with Derek. At least he’d forced down the beast’s urge to tear her out of his best friend’s hands, to forbid his friend’s kisses over Cindy’s sweet flesh. To forbid Derek from touching her so intimately.
Juan’s hands fisted. It had been all he could do to go through with the threesome he himself had proposed in the first place for his own selfish, emotional protection. Thank God, he had stopped himself from shoving Derek away from Cindy. Juan now knew he couldn’t share Cindy.
Juan needed to explain himself to his friend.
Derek waved a hand in the air as he steered his car with the other. “Hey, bro, I could feel your frustration while we shared Cindy. I noticed a difference in our teamwork making love to her. What’s behind it—this change? I felt a definite undercurrent of caution from you. I’ve never felt it before in our mutual sharing of women. I don’t want to lose my best friend. We’ve been through too much together over the years to risk messing up our friendship.”
Juan needed to say something to Derek before things got too deep. “I realized after we started pleasuring Cindy that I wasn’t comfortable with the situation. I don’t understand why she makes me feel this way. We’ve shared enough women who didn’t make me feel this way. I’m sorry, bud. I didn’t know I couldn’t share Cindy until we’d already started tonight.”
Derek glanced at him. “Why didn’t you just say something?”
Juan could hear the frustration in Derek’s voice. “I didn’t say anything because it would have been awkward and it would have made Cindy feel really uncomfortable. Cindy and I started our whole sexual relationship as something to have fun with. She’s been in a bad marriage and divorced. She’s fragile. Her ex was cold and aggressive from what I can gather from her remarks about her marriage. I think it was the right decision for us to finish together with her this time. She seemed to enjoy it once we got started. From her reaction, she didn’t feel uncomfortable about our actions. I appreciate you sharing this evening with her. But I know I can’t share her again.” Juan sighed with the dreaded realization of his true feelings for Cindy.
“No problem, bro. She’s real sweet, and I enjoyed it, too, but I’m not emotionally involved with her. What’s different about this one?”
“Everything about Cindy is more real. I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t understand it. I’m drawn to her. I have been ever since the night she took me into her home and took care of my scrapes after the fight with the Hawks. She appeals to me more than any woman I’ve ever known. She’s strong and courageous. Beautiful, giving, fearless, and adventurous, as she proved tonight. Just letting us go as far as we did tonight was a big step for her after that bad marriage she had with one abusive SOB. For whatever reason, she trusts me, and heaven only knows why, but I want her all to myself. Yet, I’m leery of getting too involved. What would she think if she knew we’re werewolves?”
“Hell,” Derek swore. “What would anyone think? Mike’s lucky his lady accepts him for what he is. I think it takes a very unusual person to accept us for the shape-shifters we are.”
Juan shook his head. “I realize this can’t last if she finds out. But I can’t let go, and I can’t share her. This is way more than the relationships we’ve known in the past. I’m not just playing around this time like you’ve been doing since you broke up with Sandra in college. This has nothing to do with me losing Angie.”
“Cindy may mean more to you than anyone you’ve met yet, including Angie, but playing the field is a hell of a lot safer, bro.” Derek glanced at him.
“Be careful. Take care with your heart. According to our heritage, a werewolf only loves once. I doubt I’ll ever find another woman I feel that close to ever again. It’s safer to play the field.”
“It’s also safer for Cindy not to be involved with me. I can’t forget what happened to my aunt.” Juan took the wolf pendant in his fingers, slipping it back and forth on the gold chain. He’d never forget what happened to Aunt Chela. “And now Cindy has brought the attention of the Hawks to herself. I can’t let anything happen to her, Derek.”
“You’re not alone in this. I’ll do whatever you need me to do in order to protect her.”
“I just hope she stays out of the Hawks’ way and doesn’t draw their attention again.”
Derek waved his hand in the air. “Maybe we could warn the Hawks away from the Rescue Mission. It’s worth a good try, don’t you think?”
Juan would do whatever it took to protect Cindy. “It’s definitely worth a try. Let’s start patrolling that area day and night.”
“I’m ready anytime.”
“Tonight’s a good time to start.”
* * * *
Juan and Derek cruised the neighborhood around the Rescue Mission, waiting for the Hawks to show. It had been two days since the shared lovemaking with Cindy. She’d asked Juan over for dinner for the following evening.
Time crept by. It was close to midnight, and Derek drove.
They took another turn onto the main street in front of the mission. A black sedan with darkened windows had stopped in the parking area. A young homeless woman waved her arm at the passenger side of the car.
“It looks like she doesn’t want anything to do with the guys in the car,” Juan said.
“How about if I pull in behind that car and we check them out?”
“Sounds good,” Juan agreed.
They stopped in back of the dark sedan and blocked the way.
The homeless woman headed for the front of the Rescue Mission. The guy in the front passenger seat stepped out of the car and reached for her.
As she slapped at him and continued toward the building, Juan lunged from his seat and ran to help the woman. Derek slammed the car into park and followed him.
“Let her
go,” Juan ordered.
“Stay out of our business,” the other man said, catching the woman again.
Juan recognized him as one of the Hawks who’d attacked him in front of Cindy’s place.
“Let go of me,” the woman yelled. Her long blond hair looked silver in the moonlight as it whipped over her shoulders in her struggle.
“We can call the police if you want to deal with them,” Juan said.
“Don’t I know you?” the Hawk asked Juan.
“Yeah, I ran into you and your friends the other night.”
“Let her go!” Derek roared with deadly menace.
The Hawk released the arm of the struggling woman and shoved her away. “Maybe now’s a good time to finish you both off.”
The woman stumbled but kept to her feet and ran to the door of the Mission.
The opposite door of the dark sedan opened and the driver joined his partner in crime.
Derek joined Juan at his side. “Heck of a way to treat a lady,” Derek growled. He watched the young woman open the door and disappear inside the Mission.
The first Hawk glanced toward his friend. “Think the boss would enjoy using these two for his games?”
“I know he would,” the second Hawk said, with a lisp. His canines had already elongated, but his front teeth were missing. He looked the older of the two men. “I want this one.” He indicated Juan. “You can have his amigo.”
The mention of the boss’s games hit Juan like a punch to his gut. Vague memories of his capture by the Hawks when he was a young teenager taunted him. Memories of his aunt’s resulting death threatened his ability to shape-shift now. If he didn’t shift soon, this bastard would take him out.
Juan focused on his hatred of the Hawks and their threat to innocent people. Anger ignited and blazed inside him. The change began. His canines lengthened as his fingernails turned to claws.
The Hawks moved to circle around Juan and Derek as all four of them continued to morph.
His gold wolf’s head pendant, given to him by his Aunt Chela, glowed with supernatural light. In the darkness, the topaz eyes set in gold metal shone bright like sparks to gunpowder. Golden light raced along the fine chain links around his neck and continued around his body, swirling around him like a fiery reata. The electrified rope of gold protected him as he shifted to his werewolf form. Through the pain of the change in his body, he growled with menace at his opponent. Juan saw him easily in the moonlight with the powerful night vision of his feral eyes.
Beside Juan, his bud had also changed, his lips drawn back in a snarl that revealed his canines, his eyes gleaming with the werewolf hunger for a fight.
Lunging at the toothless Hawk, Juan slashed with his claws. The werewolf scum darted aside in pain. Juan leaped on his back, and, with otherworldly strength and sharp canines, he clamped down hard on the lowlife’s neck. Juan clung to his opponent with the power of his beast. To the side, Juan saw that Derek had the other Hawk under control.
Though the scum wad tried to shake Juan off, it was impossible. Juan’s claws dug into the Hawk’s flesh and held him like a steel vise. When Toothless dropped to the ground and collapsed on his side, straining for air, Juan eased his hold, testing him. He didn’t want to kill him, just intended to warn him. Satisfied the other werewolf was finished fighting for the night, Juan relaxed his hold and moved off him.
“Leave these premises and stay the hell away from everyone at this Rescue Mission,” he growled in warning.
Toothless morphed to his human form, his werewolf energy depleted. His wounds weren’t life threatening and would heal quickly, unfortunately.
Juan changed back to his human form, the light in the wolf pendant slowly going back to normal. He looked at Derek. He had also left his adversary prone on the ground. Derek shifted to his human form.
As Juan shook off his remaining anger, he and Derek headed for their car. Derek turned the key in the ignition and backed the car away from the Hawk’s black sedan. Juan kept watch on the Hawks. Slowly, the Hawks got to their feet and stumbled to their car.
Toothless shook his fist at them. “This isn’t over,” he shouted. “We’ll fix you guys later. We’ll be watching you.”
Derek drove down the street, keeping the speed down so Juan could make sure the Hawks vacated the parking area and headed away from the Mission. When the black car headed down the street in the opposite direction, Derek made a U-turn and followed the Hawks. “Might as well make sure they’ve given up their hunt for tonight.”
“In the condition they’re in now, bloodied and bruised, I doubt anyone would let them come close again tonight. Let’s head home. Hopefully, they’ve gotten the message.”
Juan searched the shadows around the Rescue Mission as they drove by. He didn’t see anyone standing around. They could hope no one witnessed the fight. The vow of revenge from Toothless worried Juan. The Hawks’ revenge could harm innocent people. What if they’d noticed Juan’s car at Cindy’s place? He prayed they hadn’t.
Juan needed to see Cindy. He’d call her in the morning and make plans with her for tomorrow evening.
* * * *
Juan felt an acute urgency tonight to make love to Cindy. He had no clue why he felt this way. The need to make her his had gripped him since she’d met him at the door this evening. All the way through dinner, he’d wanted to strip her naked and eat her pussy. He had a feeling she’d noticed his mood, desperate as he was. She’d given him a few questioning glances while they’d had dinner. He’d hate to scare her away. There was no other place he’d rather be than right here with her beside him.
“I’ll just put these dishes in the dishwasher.”
“I’ll help,” he said. Wanting her by his side, he followed her into the kitchen. When she placed the dishes on the counter, he caught her waist and kissed her nape. “I can hardly wait to come inside you. You’ve been making me crazy hungry all during dinner. Take off your clothes.”
“Juan! I…need to turn on the dishwasher.”
“Fine,” he growled. “Turn it on.”
She added the soap, closed the door, and turned the dial. The machine started filling with hot water.
“Now, let’s get these clothes off you.” He spun her to face him and began unbuttoning her top.
She helped, and together they removed her blouse. He unfastened her bra and slipped it down her arms, lifted her up with his hands at her waist, and set her on the counter over the dishwasher.
Before she could protest, he cupped her breasts and brushed his thumbs over her nipples. “You’re so lovely,” he said softly.
He took one puckered nipple in his mouth and sucked and licked until she gasped, squirmed, and gave sharp little moans. He cupped her breasts again in his hands and kneaded and squeezed while he captured her mouth with his and plundered the inside, stroking every surface with his tongue.
Little wisps of damp heat floated between them from the dishwasher. His hands moved lower and stroked her thighs. He grasped her knees and spread them wide. Cradling her hips, he pulled her tight against him. His cock strained against his clothing and pressed against her aching clit covered by her slacks.
The dishwasher switched gears, and the vibration charged straight to Cynthia’s opening. “I’ve never done this before, Juan.”
“Doesn’t matter where we are. I want you.” He covered her mouth with his and plundered every surface, hugged her close to his turquoise cotton shirt, and teased her nipples. His hands smoothed over her breasts, down her ribs, and beneath her waistband. Her slacks opened, and his hands slipped beneath her panties. His long fingers touched her dampened clit and circled the swollen bud.
She wanted more and arched her back.
Sliding his fingers around to her cheeks, he eased her panties and slacks down. “Hold onto me,” he said, his voice a rough rasp.
She wrapped her arms around his strong neck and held on. He lifted her against his solid torso with one arm wrapped around her and pushed her slacks a
nd panties down her thighs. Lowering her bare bottom to the warm, vibrating countertop, he released her and pulled her clothing down and off over her feet. His hands smoothed up her calves and, grasping her knees, he parted her thighs wide again. This time she was naked.
“Dios, your pussy is so beautiful, querida.”
Breathless and a little self-conscious, her swollen labia wet and aching, she smiled at him. “What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he teased. “How does it feel to sit on the counter?” He slipped the fingers of one capable hand through her slick folds and beneath her wet opening against the vibrating counter. A smile curved one side of his mouth upward. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
“How about we continue this in your bedroom? I want to slide deep inside your pussy.” His fingers probed her flesh, and one finger slid deeper, almost inside her channel.
She gasped, her muscles tightening all over. “I think that’s a great idea,” she said, panting.
He lifted her with his hands beneath her hips. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did as he said. He strode from the kitchen, through the den, along the hallway, to her bedroom. Walking through the doorway, he stroked his fingers between her cheeks and gently caressed her tight hole.
“Juan!” She almost jumped out of his arms.
He chuckled. “Hold still before you fall.”
“You scoundrel. You almost made me.”
“Quit wiggling. We’re almost there.” With a grin, he lowered her to sit on the end of the bed.
“I want your clothes off, too.” Thank God, he was smiling again. He’d been so serious earlier tonight.
