Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  He kept hold of Ambrielle’s hand as they sat down. Her hands were a lot smaller than his, soft, too, but still evidently the hands of a person who was active. They weren’t soft in an overprotected kind of way, but just in a feminine way. He couldn’t really explain it to himself, but to him they said woman, rather than couch potato. Possibly the sparkly blue nail polish helped make them more feminine. He hadn’t really noticed before, but now he thought about it, she wore lots of different colored nail polishes.

  Danny picked up her other hand and she glanced from Oscar to Danny and back to Oscar again. He hoped he looked positive and encouraging, not scared stupid she would say no. At least Danny was smiling in a regular, friendly sort of way.

  Oscar cleared his throat and said, “This has been a wonderful evening, Ambrielle. Thank you for being with us tonight.”

  She focused on him, looking into his eyes with just the tiniest smile at the corner of her mouth and the edges of her eyes.

  “But we don’t want you to leave us yet. Will you stay with us a while?” asked Danny.

  “Stay with you, as in stay here?” asked Ambrielle.

  But Oscar knew what she was really asking them both. Her smile had deepened, become more obvious, and her hand was resting unmoving in his palm, not sweaty or fidgeting at all. He just hoped she didn’t get angry at him when he told her what he’d done. He thought she wanted to be with them, too. Her body had been completely accepting of his touches, but she was a woman and sometimes he didn’t understand females at all.

  Danny cleared his throat and looked at him. Oscar nodded.

  “We’ve reserved a suite at the hotel for tonight. We both really hope you’d like the evening not to end here,” Oscar said. His voice sounded calm and confident, but inside he was anything but calm or confident. Superstitiously he crossed his toes inside his shiny black loafers for good luck.

  Ambrielle looked searchingly into his face, then at Danny. Seeming content with what she read there, slowly she nodded. “Okay,” she said.

  “You’ll come with us?” asked Danny, reaching out to stroke the back of her hand, with the hand that wasn’t holding it.

  “Yes.”

  In his mind, Oscar pumped his fist in the air, jumped, and shouted, and high-fived Danny. But all he said was a quiet and controlled, “Thank you.”

  * * * *

  He and Oscar had talked at length about what they’d do tonight. Neither of them knew how Ambrielle felt about BDSM, nor did they know how sexually experienced she was, so they were sticking with the theme of romance. They didn’t want her to feel threatened or pushed out of her comfort zone so no whips, chains, or floggers, not even a set of handcuffs, although they might try a little spanking just using their hands if it seemed like a good idea at the time.

  But tonight would be all about pleasing her, sending her crashing into several orgasms, exploring her body, finding out what turned her on. If this relationship was to last they needed to know about her physically as well as mentally, so tonight needed to be about pleasing her. Danny just hoped his balls didn’t drop off before he got to use them. It seemed like he’d been as hard as a rock ever since he’d met Ambrielle, and he was sure his balls were permanently blue with longing to be with her properly.

  He glanced around the hotel suite cursorily. It looked fine to him, but what did he know about what women liked? The bed was a big one, which was his main concern. Neither he nor Oscar were small men and he planned to do more than lie neatly at her side, that’s for sure.

  Danny watched Ambrielle enter the room. She didn’t hesitate or seem overly coy, so it seemed to him she was on board with the plan. She laid her purse down on a chair and stood still.

  He stood back, letting her adjust to simply being alone in a bedroom with them both. He knew what he wanted to do—fuck her blind—but he also knew Ambrielle was much too special a person to rush straight into bed. It seemed to him she was okay though. She was standing quietly and calmly, not shuffling around or pacing the room, or doing anything else that might tell him she was on edge. He suddenly realized she was the calmest, most collected and self-possessed woman he knew. Not in a negative sense, but in the sense that she understood herself, and her own needs and desires, and didn’t require anyone else to validate her personal decisions. It made her even more desirable in his eyes.

  Danny glanced over at Oscar. He was leaning with one shoulder against the wall. His eyes were heavy lidded and his gaze was focused on Ambrielle. Oh yeah. Oscar wanted her as much as he did. It was about time to get this scene moving.

  Danny stepped into her personal space and whispered, “Shall we begin with kissing?”

  Without waiting for her to reply he pulled her body against his slowly and gently, then held her head between his hands and started to kiss her. First he kissed her forehead, smoothing away a line there. Next he moved to her eyebrows, and when she closed her eyes he kissed the lids. Danny pushed one of his legs between hers, and she rested her body against his. Good. Now he kissed along her cheekbones, then down her jawline, and finally he kissed the point of her nose. Only then did he press his lips to hers, let go of her head, and haul her body tight against his as he licked along the seam of her mouth. As soon as she opened her lips he thrust his tongue inside and began fucking her mouth, telling her as clearly as he could what he wanted to do with the rest of her body.

  Only when he was bordering on oxygen deprivation did he lift his mouth from hers. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and her fingers holding tight to his shoulders. Did that mean she was aroused? He sure hoped so, because his dick was so hard it ached. It seemed to him it always ached in her vicinity, but right now it really, really ached.

  Oscar stepped up right behind Ambrielle. He looked at Danny and asked, “My turn now, man?”

  Danny nodded. Hell, yes. Oscar had been more than patient and it was time for him to join the party.

  Between them they turned Ambrielle so she was facing Oscar. Danny could see the mix of longing and lust in Oscar’s eyes and knew Ambrielle would understand how hard it was for them both to take this so slowly. But Danny also knew slow was the only way to go. She had to crave the next step as much as they did.

  Oscar dropped to his knees, surprising Danny, then pushed the side of Ambrielle’s long dress up a few inches. Oscar kissed her leg, pushed the dress up a bit farther, and kissed his way up, up, up, gradually reaching her knee.

  Danny gently massaged her shoulders as Oscar kissed a path higher and higher, stopping just short of the Holy Grail and standing up. “I think it’s time to get undressed now.” Oscar’s voice was husky with lust. Danny was glad he didn’t have to speak. His throat was so dry with longing he wasn’t sure he would have been able to enunciate a word at all.

  Ambrielle seemed to wobble a bit, almost as if she was coming out of a trance. Danny kept a grip on her shoulders for the brief few moments it took her to seem to orientate herself back in the room, then she stepped away from them over to the chair where she’d left her purse.

  He managed to get his brain out of his pants and unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Do you need help with the zipper of that dress?” he asked, not sure whether he wanted her to say yes or no. If she said yes, he’d be free to touch her lovely skin. But if she said no he’d get to watch, which likely would be just as arousing. Not that he thought he could get any more aroused without bursting into flames.

  “But if I let you undo my zipper that wouldn’t be very fair to Oscar, now would it?” And she flashed him the naughtiest glance ever from under her eyelashes before turning her back to both men, reaching up high and wiggling her ass while she slowly drew the zipper down. I was wrong. I could get more aroused. My dick just grew another inch.

  She stepped out of the dress and turned, holding it in front of her body. “Aren’t you both going to get undressed, too?” she asked with an innocent voice and the world’s sexiest smile on her face.

  She stood there, not letting
them see any more of her body, and waited. Danny managed to assemble his last remaining two or three brain cells—the rest had been fried by her ass-wiggling act—and shrugged out of his suit coat. He unknotted his necktie and dropped it and the coat onto a chair and kicked off his shoes. Then, heaving a sigh of relief, he unzipped his pants and let his poor aching dick have some space and fresh air. Not that it wanted space and fresh air. It wanted the clenching heat of her cunt. Or her ass. Danny wondered if she’d agree to anal sex. Some women loved it, but others didn’t. If they were to truly be together though, the absolutely best way was with one of them in her cunt and the other in her ass. But still, this was their first date. Any sex at all would be a bonus.

  She looked at his cock and grinned. Danny felt male pride surge through him. He knew it wasn’t the size of a man’s cock that mattered, but how he used it to pleasure a woman. But still, it felt good to know she approved of what she could see so far.

  Ambrielle turned her head to look at Oscar, so Danny did, too. Oscar was still standing there, unmoving, watching them both. As Ambrielle turned, he seemed to come to life as if someone had pressed a button to turn him on, and Oscar quickly stripped off his jacket, necktie, shirt, shoes, and sox, and pulled his belt out from the loops, laying them all neatly over the top of the television.

  That was reasonable. They certainly hadn’t come here to watch the ball game.

  Danny picked up the pace now, removing the rest of his clothes and dropping them on top of the pile he’d put on the chair. In no time at all he and Oscar were both naked. Oscar rummaged in his pants pockets, pulling out a string of condoms, a tube of lube, and a medium-sized butt plug still in its sealed wrapper, which he placed on the nightstand.

  “Snap!” said Danny, adding more condoms and lube to the pile on the nightstand.

  Ambrielle laughed. “So that’s why you invited me here,” she teased them.

  “Only if it’s what you want,” Danny answered seriously.

  “That’s the truth. Tonight is about you,” added Oscar.

  “I understand. I’m happy with your agenda for this meeting.”

  “Truly?” Danny took the dress out of her hands, laid it across the chair that held her purse, and tilted her head to read her face properly. There was no fear or distaste in her expression. But there was a hint of excitement, and need. Oh, good, because I sure as hell need her.

  Chapter Four

  When Danny and Oscar had asked her to spend the night with them, Ambrielle had almost sagged with relief. They’d been perfect hosts, seeing to her comfort, keeping the conversation flowing with topics she could join in and share about, then dancing with her. But she’d always been the tiniest fraction on edge, wondering what might happen next. She knew what she wanted, even though it could end badly. But she didn’t know what they wanted.

  She was willing to risk sleeping with them and take the pain of knowing it was a one-night stand, or the risk that it turned into a brief affair that ended up with her needing to find a new job. The two men had ensnared her with their good looks, their charm, and their delightful personalities. Just this one evening out had provided her with so many wonderful memories—talking to them as an equal, laughing, and joking, dancing, and being held in their arms. But she really, really, wanted to be closer to them both, skin-to-skin closer. And it wasn’t just idle curiosity to find out what participating in a ménage would feel like. It was because she truly was attracted to them both. And it’d be totally worth it if one night was all it turned out to be. She’d just hope she could maintain a calm and professional demeanor at work, because she loved working at the clinic, too, and didn’t want to have to leave unless life there became too messy because the men had gotten tired of her, or had rejected her.

  She was an adult and would deal with whatever happened after tonight. She’d hope they could carry on as before, relaxed and happy around each other. She was quite willing to do her part not to weigh them down or burden them with tears or remorse if it didn’t work out.

  She licked her lips. The two men were quite different, but both totally perfect in their own way. Because Danny worked outdoors a lot, his arms were tanned and none of his skin was pale excepting only the strip around his underwear. He must work out in the sun shirtless and in shorts sometimes. Or maybe he swam a lot in summer. But his chest, back, and legs were brown. A lighter color than his arms, but still quite tan. His hair was brown, too, and a bit long. It almost touched his shoulders although he tended to have it tied back when he was working. He was taller and leaner than Oscar, his build more like that of a runner.

  Oscar’s body was a perfect triangle. His shoulders really were as broad as they’d seemed under his jackets and coats. That was all bone and muscle, not shoulder pads.

  Danny had pulled the quilt off the bed and dropped it on the floor. Obviously he was the untidy one of the pair. But equally obviously she couldn’t stand here forever, holding her dress in front of her body.

  It’ll be interesting to know if the men are as perceptive as they’ve seemed to be. Once again she turned her back, stepped out of her sandals, undid the catch of her bra, dropping it on the chair, and pulled her turquoise lace panties down off her hips, stepping out of them and letting them rest on her shoes. She had a clean pair to put on tomorrow after her shower. Or tonight, if that’s how things ended.

  Then she took a deep breath and turned around, ready to outstare them. But there were no surprised looks, only admiring ones. Good. Or maybe they haven’t noticed yet.

  Oscar was the first to lower his gaze to her left hip. He looked at her skin for a moment then nodded. “That was done by a very talented artist indeed.”

  “Oh. What? Oh, yes. It’s a cat,” said Danny.

  Ambrielle released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She had a tribal tattoo on her hip, just below her panty line. A viewer had to look closely at it before they would see the cat shape hidden in the tribal markings. “It’s for my aunt, and all her friends,” she explained.

  “Yeah, I guessed that.” Oscar came over and kissed her lips. He was a much more demanding kisser than Danny. He drew a response from her, lighting fires inside her that had hardly had time to burn down from the touching and kissing that had been happening ever since they’d arrived in this suite.

  Then she gasped as he swung her into his arms and carried her over to the bed, placing her in the very center of it.

  Immediately he sank down her body and began licking her clit and her slit. This time she gasped louder, audibly. His tongue was slightly rough, rasping over her tender flesh, and it was going to send her flying real soon if she didn’t deliberately hold herself back a bit.

  Then her brain kicked into gear. He’d never actually said, “I’m a shape-shifter,” to her. Nor had Danny. But they’d both said things like, “our wolves.” She couldn’t remember right now, but they might have even said “we wolves,” although she rather thought that would have stuck in her mind. But endless hints had been present right from the beginning. When she’d so instantly recognized Fergus they must have assumed she’d recognized them, too, but she’d been blind and lust-ridden instead of attentive. But now she understood. Oscar’s tongue was a little rough because he was a wolf. So she was not only about to experience her very first ménage, she was also about to be fucked by two wolves. Well, wow!

  Oscar’s tongue was damn talented as he flicked it over and around her clit, then along her slit and inside her pussy. It was taking all her efforts not to relax into his touch and let herself explode.

  Danny lifted her head and placed it on his lap, then bent over to kiss her. After a few sweet and gentle kisses on her lips his hands began teasing her breasts and nipples. Ah hell, she’d never be able to hold on at this rate.

  Danny cupped the globes, teasing along the sensitive skin of their undersides, then used his thumbs on her nipples while his palms teased the rest of her breasts. She looked up into his eyes, the exact brown of rich, dark, chocol
ate and just as decadent. He smiled as he touched her, whispering, “Do you like this?” before moving his hand slightly.

  “I like everything both of you are doing. I like it so much I might not be able to hold on much longer.”

  Oscar lifted his head to gaze into her face. “There’s no need to hold on. Let yourself fly.” Her cream glistened on his chin, and that, coupled with his tangled black curls and cheeky grin, were very nearly too much for her control.

  Danny dropped his head to her breast and took almost her entire globe into his mouth, sucking hard, then flicking his tongue over the nipple. His tongue was slightly rough, too. The thought that two men, two wolves, were making love to her—two men who she admired, appreciated, and may even be falling in love with—was all it took to throw her off the cliff.

  Ambrielle shuddered as her orgasm burst through her and her cream poured from her cunt where Oscar’s fingers and tongue were driving her higher and higher. She pushed her breast into Danny’s mouth and her hips up into Oscar’s face as her body shook and quivered with her release.

  She expected one of them to plunge his cock straight into her pussy while she was still convulsing, but the men surprised her by crawling up the bed and holding her tightly between their bodies. Danny’s cock pressed into her ass crack, a thick, hard line resting between her butt cheeks. Oscar’s cock pressed into her belly as they soothed her. “I thought men didn’t cuddle,” she said, confused. Then she bit her lip hoping she didn’t sound totally self-centered and stupid. That wasn’t what she meant at all. She was appreciative of being cuddled, just surprised.

  “Wolves like to snuggle together,” explained Oscar.

  “Yes. We’re used to being in a pack,” agreed Danny.

  “Just as well I found me some wolves then, isn’t it?”

  Danny pressed kisses along her shoulders and on the back of her neck. He pushed his cock deeper between her ass cheeks. “Have you had anal sex before?” he asked.