The Agent Gets Her Wolves [The Shifters of Catamount, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Josie Hunter

  But…something wasn’t quite right. The bigger one smelled wolfier than the other. That wasn’t possible. No matter the size, shape, sex, or temperament, a wolf was a wolf. None of them smelled less.

  She’d missed it the other day because the other scent had been rabbit. This was her target. His chemistry and DNA had been tampered with, and though the procedures hadn’t completely masked his scent, it had dampened it by probably twenty-five percent, and that twenty-five percent was just enough to let her know she’d found her mark.

  Her fingers curled around the phone again, but this time with excitement.

  Halleluiah.

  She couldn’t tackle both wolves tonight. They didn’t look drunk, and they certainly would fight significantly better than the young jackal and coyote, especially with a little woman to protect. Medea needed to figure out who the woman was, and she could go from there. Now was the time to pull out her limited patience.

  A couple more days and she could get out of this happy hellhole.

  Thank you, little bunny. We’ll be seeing one another shortly.

  * * * *

  After they left Hanrahan’s, they’d wandered through the park, and without conscious thought on any of their parts, at least as far as she could determine, they’d headed toward the boardwalk. They got Chinese takeout and had a picnic on one of the short piers, surrounded by dozens of couples or groups of young people out for a Saturday night. She didn’t know what they’d been talking about at the pub, but something had shifted between Dylan and Jake. She’d expected them to work well enough together on the task force, but considering all the sex she’d had with the two men in the last few days, she’d expected the personal relationships between the three of them to become issues. In the dojo, it had almost come to a head, but something had definitely changed.

  She wanted to explore the possibility of Jake in her life, but she also wanted to revisit her life with Dylan. Both men offered such tantalizing hints of things to come. Her body felt crazy-good things when she was with either one. With both of them within inches of her touch, she thought she might actually jump out of her skin. Her fur bristled under her skin in a most delicious way.

  Because of her feelings, and even knowing how utterly insane she might sound, on the walk through the park she’d toyed with the idea of asking if they’d be interested in a ménage. Two wolves had to be even better than one. Damn her bunny genes and her lack of control when it came to wolves. Now that she’d opened the floodgates, she could barely control herself.

  As they took the last bites of their meal, she realized time was running out. Soon she’d have to choose between them—at least for tonight—and she wasn’t sure she could do that. She steeled herself to broach the subject, but Dylan shocked the hell out of her when he said, “Jake and I’d like to invite you to Clandestine.”

  Her heart lurched for a beat, and her breath stuttered as she tried to draw in a long breath. This was it. Either the best idea in the world, or the worst. She swallowed, clenching her hands in her lap, barely able to control her excitement. Clandestine, where all naughty things were possible…

  “For?” she asked breathlessly.

  Jake cupped her hands in his and squeezed lightly. “For sex.”

  Her pussy pulsed, her panties dampening. Images of their hands all over body raced through her mind. They touched her quivering clit, twisted her nipples, pressed their fingers deep into her, licking every inch of her skin, their kisses stealing her breath and robbing her senses. The fur under her skin tickled her breasts and skittered across her spine, the sensations making her squirm on the hard bench as she tried to rub her heated pussy against the wood. Her gaze ticked between the two of them. She could barely force the words out, and she’d become so dizzy she couldn’t get her breath. “With both of you?”

  Jake’s hand clenched around hers now, and Dylan’s lips lifted in a half smile as he said, “Bad idea?”

  “No…” She released a long exhale, the muscles of her pussy now pounding with a desperate need. “I think it’s a wonderful idea. Let’s get out of here.”

  Jake began to gather up the trash, stuffing it into the takeout bag.

  She wondered when she’d lost her mind. It had probably happened the moment she’d put on something pink or maybe worn a pair of wedge sandals. Either way, the old Steph was back with a vengeance. How would she explain this to her mother, to her daughter? She thought of Claire and the condemnation that would, once again, flare in her eyes.

  Fuck her. This is my life.

  She forgot about her sister and, instead, focused on the heat she saw in the eyes of her wolves. Her wolves. What an incredible, wonderful, magical idea. Two of the strongest, best-looking, and sexiest men she’d ever seen. And, in a matter of minutes, they would both be hers.

  As the men cleaned the table, she made a quick call to her mother, saying that she wasn’t sure when she’d be home. Her excited mother, obviously reading something in Stephanie’s voice, tried to ask a thousand questions, but Stephanie told her not to worry, that she was trying to find some happiness…and looking for it in an unusual way. After that, Janet Cooper shut up, but Stephanie could almost hear the smile in the silence.

  Life doesn’t get any better than this.

  Chapter 13

  She’d been in Clandestine, of course, but her minimal explorations had been limited to the main floor and Jake’s office, and the second time she’d come in here she’d been so upset she could barely see straight, let alone take in the sights. She couldn’t wait to see what lay beyond the doors on the balcony that circled the lower level. When Jake pressed the buzzer, Redwolf opened the door. She wondered if the man ever took a day off.

  “Nice to see you again, Agent Cooper,” he said with a nod.

  “It’s just Stephanie tonight.”

  “Then nice to see you again, Stephanie.”

  She smiled as she walked through the door. The men followed her, and Dylan put his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

  “Everything quiet tonight, Redwolf?” Jake asked.

  “Business and pleasure as usual, boss.”

  “We’ll be wanting a key card tonight.”

  “You got it.”

  Redwolf disappeared in the darkness for a moment, vanishing into a shadow, and when he re-emerged, he held a small lacquered box. He held it out to her. “Lady’s choice.”

  She glanced between the men, her brows raised.

  “Believe me,” Jake said with a chuckle, “there are no wrong keys.”

  She plucked one out and read the label. “Door three.”

  “An auspicious beginning,” Redwolf said. “Have a wonderful evening.”

  Jake led the way to the elevator, and Stephanie and Dylan followed. Stephanie once again took in her surroundings. Heavy scents clung to the air, perfume, cologne, feathers, fur, the smells of arousal and sex. It was both enticing and overwhelming, but she relished each one. Soft sounds—moans, murmurs, quiet growls, passionate whispers, contented sighs—drifted through the lobby, emanating from the couches that lay in pockets of shadow and the small cubicles beyond silky curtains.

  When they emerged from the elevator and stepped out onto the balcony, Stephanie glanced down to see a couple fucking against the wall, the big man—probably a lion shifter—pounding into the body of a small woman. She wasn’t sure what sort of shifter she was, but based on the motley rainbow of blues and greens and reds of the dress raised above her waist, Stephanie guessed the woman might be a parrot of some sort. Parrot-shifters could never relinquish their colors in their human forms. A threesome had spread out on a long sofa, engaged in some really heavy petting, most of it below the waist.

  The length of the hallway on this side of the balcony held seven doors. Her pussy convulsed as she thought about what everyone might be doing beyond those barriers.

  When they came to number three, Stephanie swiped the key card, and the door opened to a brand-new world. The walls were painted a dark blue w
ith golden stars painted along the top of the wall and over the ceiling, and the wall-to-wall carpeting was a darker sapphire. Long, curved chaises filled two corners, their centers dipping to cradle a body, and a bed stood against the far wall. Stephanie could see the possibilities in the apparatus that hung from it, but Jake had moved to a small black lacquered cabinet and opened a drawer. He obviously had other things on his mind. He pulled several sheets from the drawer and spread one on the floor.

  “It’s like being caught between heaven and the sea,” Stephanie murmured. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes in the soft carpet.

  “That’s the idea,” Jake said. “We’ll be caught in a slice of heaven.”

  Jake opened a wardrobe and removed a fabric cube and placed it on the sheet. The cube had a slit in the top, and Stephanie stared in fascination as Jake went to the cabinet again and removed a large, cock-shaped dildo. He switched it on, and a buzzing sounded through the room, the slight noise causing shivers of anticipation to run up her spine.

  “Can I get undressed now?” Stephanie asked.

  “Already ahead of you.”

  She whirled around to find a naked Dylan standing behind her. His jeans and T-shirt lay in a pile next to his discarded socks and athletic shoes.

  “And I thought the saying was quick as a bunny,” she said with a laugh.

  She pulled her tank top over her head, unhooked her bra, and dropped both to the floor. Two sets of eyes immediately fell to her breasts. She shimmied a bit, letting them sway. Her nipples instantly pebbled, though the room was warm and cozy. “Like what you see?”

  “You have no idea,” Jake said.

  She shimmied a bit more, and her jeans fell around her ankles. By the time she’d peeled them away, Jake was naked as well. Stephanie strolled to the cabinet and picked up the plastic cock. She ran her finger over the head then slipped it into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard. Dylan groaned.

  She took it from her mouth and licked the length. “Is this for me? Can I have it now?”

  Jake took it from her hand and covered the plastic cock with lubricant then slipped the dildo into the slot of the fabric cube. It stood up like a proud cock eager to fuck. He then put a small stool over it. The top of the stool held several leather straps instead of a seat. He pressed down, and the stool dipped around the dildo. Stephanie shivered.

  “Your pleasures awaits,” Jake said.

  She couldn’t wait to try it. She moved toward the cube eagerly and then paused. “Wait, what are you two going to be doing?”

  “We’re going to be watching every move you make,” Dylan said. His hand went to his cock, already erect and straining, and he began to pull, long, hard tugs.

  He and Jake settled into the chaises, their bodies nestled in the curves, their legs splayed to either side. Neither man took his eyes off her.

  She spread her legs and straddled the stool, positioning her pussy, already hot, wet, and pulsing, over the dildo. She slid down and groaned as the lubricated dildo slipped easily inside her. Her muscles gripped it tightly, and she took several small bounces up and down to get the feel for both the stool and the dildo. The pleasure was exquisite, the dildo sliding perfectly over her G-spot.

  “Oh this is heavenly…”

  “Turn it on,” Jake said.

  She flipped the little switch, and instantly the cock began to vibrate against the walls of her pussy, sending little flutters of pleasure through her. She closed her eyes and began to bounce slowly, increasing the pace as the pleasure began to escalate through her body. She leaned back a bit and found that the rocking motion only increased the pleasure, so she bounced several times then rocked, moaning as each new sensation ripped through her pussy. Her clit ached, wanting desperately to be touched. So she began to rub it in small circles, the tiny vibrations inside her turning into a full-fledged hurricane of pleasure.

  She cast a glance to her men. They had both become lost in their own sensations, gripping and tugging their cocks in rhythmic movements, though both of them stared directly at her, their eyes moving from her face to her breasts to the dildo plunging in and out of her wet, hot pussy.

  “You’re beautiful, Steph,” Dylan said. “If you could see what I see, you’d come from the image alone.”

  “I’ve never seen anything hotter,” Jake said. He slid his hand down his cock, the veins dark within the turgid flesh, and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. “Touch your breasts, squeeze your nipples. We want to see you pleasure yourself.”

  She obeyed, leaning back and sliding both hands slowly up her stomach to cup her breasts. They felt heavy, aching. She caressed them, sweeping high then moving lower to fall under the curves. She squeezed them together, plumping them full and high, and then she dipped her head and swiped her tongue over a nipple, the aching bud now wet and juicy. Jake groaned.

  She pinched her nipples between her fingers, tugging them outward and twisting until they were both raw and tender, throbbing with the need for a mouth to suck and soothe. Her hips began to move again, rocking on the stool, the dildo angled to slide over her G-spot with every motion. She shuddered with each pass, wanting to come, needing to come, but also wanting to prolong the pleasure until both of her men had spilled their cum. But her clit needed attention so she slid her finger between her pussy lips and stroked gently, just enough to take the edge off…

  Jake groaned, and Stephanie felt a thrill of excitement as she watched his legs tense and his back arch. His head fell back, and when he gave his cock one final tug, it jerked in his hands, and streams of creamy cum pulsed from the head, spurting onto his stomach and dripping down on to the sheet. He continued to massage the straining cock until the jets had lessened to a trickle, and then he shuddered and lay still.

  Within a moment, Dylan lurched off his chaise and stalked toward her, stroking his cock. When he stood within inches of her, she saw the pre-cum dotting the head. She leaned forward and gave it a lick. She wrapped her lips around the plump head, loving the salty taste and the smooth feel, and Dylan clamped his cock in a fist and began to pump in earnest, his body tense. She wrapped her hands around his hips and slid them back to grip his ass. With one jerk, she pulled him toward her, his cock sliding to the back of her throat. He thrust into her mouth several times then pulled out.

  “Your breasts…squeeze them.” His voice sounded rough, raw.

  She squeezed her breasts together again, and he slid his cock between them. The slide of his flesh between her soft mounds made her clit quiver and pulse, aching for her touch, but she kept her hands on her breasts, pushing them together, wrapping his cock in the tender flesh, and soon, he came, his cock hot and heavy, the pulses twitching against her skin. Jets of hot cum coated her breasts and shot toward her face. Her pussy clenched around the dildo, and his juices coated her lips and trickled down, ticking her skin.

  She lapped at the cum on her face, licking what she could find, and when Dylan slumped to his knees in front of her, head down, his hair hanging in his face, she began to bounce in earnest, her butt slapping against the straps, her pussy clenching around the plastic dick. Her muscles tightened, and her pussy clamped hard on the dildo. Then she moved one finger to her clit. With one slide, she shattered and screamed with her release, her body bucking and driving the plastic cock deeper inside her juicy pussy as her body slammed down.

  Riding out the orgasm, each sensation harder and more intense than the last, she continued to bounce and rock until, finally, the pleasure began to taper. She quivered, and tiny flutters pulsed deep inside her pussy. She fell back, and kneeling behind her now, Jake caught her in his arms. She hadn’t even known he’d moved. He wrapped his arms around her, and she laid her head back on his chest. Dylan lifted from the floor and smothered her mouth with his, his tongue plunging between her lips and stealing her breath, licking the remaining cum from her lips.

  She bounced once, twice, three times, chasing those last few pulses of the orgasm, her finger lightly circling
her slippery clit and wringing out several more moments of pleasure.

  Jake lifted her off the plastic cock and held her in his arms. She cupped her hands around his face and brought his lips to hers for a hungry, wet kiss.

  The plastic dick had been heavenly, the bouncing stool a delight, but she ached now for a real cock, one buried so deep inside her that it touched every inch of her in warm, wonderful ways.

  “Are you ready for round two?” Jake whispered against her mouth.

  “I can’t wait to see what else we can do with that chair.”

  * * * *

  Dylan lay on the sheet, and Jake settled the sex stool over his face. He peeked between the straps. The scent of her arousal swept over him, and a glimpse of plump, rosy pussy lips flashed in his eyes right before Jake helped Stephanie sit on the straps facing away from him. The straps bowed with her slight weight, bringing those lips within millimeters of his mouth. He licked over the closed slit, and Stephanie shuddered, wiggling on the seat.

  “Oh my god…”

  “Spread your legs,” Jake said.

  Stephanie positioned her legs to either side of the stool, and Dylan reached up to curve his hands around her thighs. When he pulled gently, her body dipped even farther, pressing her pussy against his mouth. He swept his tongue from her anus to her clit. Her legs trembled beneath his hands. Her scent enveloped him like a heavenly mist, and he plunged his tongue into her, spearing it into her again and again as she writhed above him. As her pussy flooded with juices, he pulled one lip then the other into his mouth, sucking on the succulent flesh and licking every drop of her essence.

  Jake moved between her legs, and Dylan caught a glimpse of a hard, pulsing cock right before Stephanie opened her lips and took the length deep into her mouth. Jake groaned, and Dylan groaned with him, the sight almost too much to bear. His own cock throbbed, begging for attention. He wanted to move one hand down and rub himself hard, but he concentrated on Stephanie. She had wrapped her arms around Jake’s ass, pulling him hard against her, but Dylan managed to get his arms between them. He grabbed her breasts in both hands and squeezed, kneading and twisting the mounds of flesh before pinching each nipple tightly between his fingers.