by Beverly Rae
Alex tried not to writhe too much, not wanting them to lose contact. Instead, she lifted her hips, grinding her sex against them. Conner answered her by pressing his mouth fully against her, enclosing her tender clit and pussy lips. He pulled them into his mouth and the only thing she could do was to scream. The orgasm rocked through her, first in a giant tidal wave and followed by smaller waves of release. She clung to Conner’s legs and waited for the delicious bliss to subside.
“Conner, move out of the way. I have to have her.” Dirk waited for Conner, a silent message she couldn’t understand passing between them. “You know what I mean.”
Alex thrilled, wanting Dirk more than she’d ever wanted a man. She heard the intensity in Dirk’s tone but kept her mouth firmly around Conner’s throbbing shaft. Pumping him, she sucked his cock in again and again, feeling his release coming closer and closer. Suddenly, he shouted, heralding his release, and she pushed on Conner’s hips, moving his body away from her.
“Alex.”
She heard the love in his voice and bit back the tears welling in her eyes. Could she make him understand? She’d finally figured out how she felt, once and for all. But if she told him, would he remain her friend? After taking a steadying breath, she took off the blindfold. Conner covered her mouth and she tasted the musky tang of her own juices. The kiss lingered, bringing with it all the emotions they shared. He finally broke free and studied her. Realization, then hurt filled his face but quickly vanished. Slowly, he settled by her side.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Dirk climbed between her legs and tore open a condom package. Taking a firm hold under her butt, he pushed her legs toward her chest. He slid into her, his eyes closed, his face tensing with control. She gasped at the size of him, lifted her head to watch his hips move back and forth, diving in then retreating from her cave.
Conner cupped her under her chin and made her look at him. He dove into her eyes, making her feel more exposed and vulnerable than any nudity ever had.
“Conner, I don’t—” Words failed her as she stared into her beloved friend’s eyes.
“It’s okay.” He glanced at Dirk. “I can see what we don’t have.” His sweet smile lifted at the corners, reminding her of Dirk’s wicked one. “Mind if I watch?” He skimmed his hands over her breasts, fondling them and tweaking at the firm tips.
She tried to return his smile but failed. Instead, she gripped his hand and squeezed. “I’ll always love you… Always need you…” She opened her mouth to say more, but words failed her.
“Come for me, Alex.” Conner glanced at Dirk, then tweaked her nipple.
The smile she’d wanted to give him finally came.
Dirk thrust into her, rocking her toward the headboard. Conner rested on his elbows to place light kisses along her shoulder, down the curve of her breast and over her nipple. Dirk slammed into her wet pussy, working harder and faster. Pushing against her knees, he opened her wider and rammed into her, driving all the way inside her. Alex arched, clutched the sheet, and gripped Conner’s neck. “Yes. Oh, hell, yes!”
Her pussy clenched, tightening around Dirk’s cock, trying to hold him in place. Dirk stroked her hard wet nub and she exploded, screaming louder than before, uncaring who heard her. He came a second later, roaring his release. Tremor after tremor shook through her into him, then came back to her. Blood rushed to her ears, dulling the sound of Dirk’s grunts. The final burst of her sex almost pushed her into the darkness. She closed her eyes and held on until the ride was over.
“Alex?”
“Stretch?”
Conner using her nickname told her that they would remain friends. “Yeah, boys?”
“Damn, after what we just did, I’d hardly call us boys. What do you think, Conner?”
“I think you’ve got that right.”
Alex opened her eyes to find them lying on either side of her. She lowered her gaze, first at one, then other, finding their shafts nestled against her legs. “Agreed. You two are most definitely men.”
Alex stretched her arms above her head, warmed by the sun’s light bursting through the window to spill onto the bed. Although the idea of waking up with Conner and Dirk beside her had been a tempting one, she was glad that she’d sent them back to their respective rooms after raiding the kitchen for a late-night supper. Sometimes waking up all alone in a big comfortable bed was even better than sex. Okay. Not better than sex with Alex and Conner, but damn close.
Conner. The image of her friend played in her mind, but for once, she wasn’t conflicted. Although Conner was everything a woman could want, he would never be more than a friend to her.
She slipped out from under the sheet, padded into the bathroom and checked the clothes she’d washed by hand the night before. Finding them dry, she pulled them off the shower curtain rod and laid them on the counter. “Time for another hot shower.”
Testing the temperature of the spray, she stepped into the shower and let the water cascade down her body. A sigh escaped her and she closed her eyes to savor the wonderfully soothing sensation.
“Want someone to scrub your back?”
An excited tremor rushed through her to find Dirk standing in the doorway. “Good morning, Dirk. Have you had your shower yet?” She couldn’t resist. She had to tempt him, knowing he’d take the lure and run with it. “Or are you still dirty?”
His smile widened into the mischievous grin she adored. “Hell, yes, I’m dirty. Even though I already had a shower.” His lustful gaze scoured her body, leaving her breathless.
“Then I guess you should take another one.” She opened the shower door and gestured for him to come inside. He moved quickly, shucking his boots and jeans. She tugged at his hair, roughly bringing him toward her. His mouth found her nipple, seizing it, pulling it. She struggled to unbutton his shirt, pushing it away from his shoulders to fall to the bathroom floor behind him. As their lips connected, nipping, pulling, licking, she brought him into the shower.
They crushed together, unable to let their bodies separate for even a second. Leaning against the shower wall, they let the warm water flow over them, mixing the hard taste of well water with the musky juices of their kisses.
Dirk took each breast in a hand, shoved his face between them and licked each one, circling around their fullness several times until his spiral led him to her hardened nipples. As his thumb caressed one nipple, he nipped the other, the pain becoming the pleasure she wanted.
But she needed more. She wanted him to take her as any male should take a female. As she’d always dreamt of her mate taking her, controlling her, making her his. She needed him to possess her, to take her sex and claim her heart.
His hands played with her bottom, slipping his fingers between her butt cheeks. Reaching above her, she angled the spray nozzle and showered his back with the warm water, loving the way his muscles channeled the stream down the contours of his back, over the rise of his butt and into the cleft of his ass.
He took the nozzle from her, the sparkling eyes she adored twinkling at her. “My turn.” Reaching between the cleft between her legs, he lifted one leg and placed it on the built-in shower seat. Running his hand over the small mound of her abdomen, he bent to his knees, taking the nozzle with him. “Hang onto my shoulders. I wouldn’t want you to fall when your knees give out.”
“Modest much, are you?” She sank her fingers into his shoulders and gasped as the warm spray struck her, coursing the water around her, inside her. Spreading her folds, he aimed the water at her center and she gasped again as the spray throbbed against her aching nub.
“Oh, hell. Oooh! Dirk. Oooh, yeah, but that’s— Oh, yes!”
“Go ahead, sugar. Mix your juices with the spray and let me drink.” His tongue joined the water to lick her clit, drinking in her juices along with the rivulets coursing along her skin. She cried out, barely holding on to him as rush after glorious rush ripped through her body.
“Dirk. Oh, wow, Dirk.” Wanting more, wanting all he could giv
e, all she could physically stand, she spread her legs wider. Her release exploded and was followed by two stronger ones. She cried out in delight, hanging on to him to stay upright.
Moving the nozzle an inch to the side, he drove his tongue between her folds and sucked. She threw her head back, closing her eyes to concentrate on the delicious rush of emotions flowing through her. She craved him, needed him. More than she’d ever imagined she could. But once they’d found the killer, he’d leave her and she would miss him. When had this man, this werewolf, come to mean so much to her? She gasped from the realization and gripped his shoulders, holding on to him, physically keeping him with her.
He took his mouth and the water from her, making her shout in protest. She begged him with her eyes and her words. “No. Please. Don’t stop.” She bit back the words she wanted to say. The words begging him to never leave.
Yet when he lifted his head to her, his eyes darkened in desire, she knew he wouldn’t desert her.
Without a word, he brought the pulsating water back to her. This time she couldn’t keep her knees from buckling as the force of the water struck her nub and she climaxed again, the glorious waves of pleasure rolling through her.
Dirk gently guided her to sit on the seat, letting the shower nozzle fall to the side. “I’m still thirsty and something tells me you’ve got more orgasms to give me. Spread ’em, sugar.”
She obeyed, murmuring a soft mewing sound, and slid her bottom toward the end of the seat. Leaning her shoulders against the wet tile wall, she caught her breath, ready when his mouth fell on her mons. First he teased her, licking away the water streaming over her skin. His tongue slid over her, easing across her, making her ache for him. At last, he moaned and slid his hands under her legs to lift them over his shoulders. Using his fingers, he opened her to him.
Dirk knew how much pressure to put on her, when to lick, when to suck, when to bite. She’d reached the precipice time and time again, but he’d changed position and left her hanging over the edge of her orgasmic cliff.
“Dirk, please. Don’t make me suffer.” She wanted to say so much more but didn’t have the strength.
Again his answer came in the physical way, using his fingers to explore her vagina. Crushing his mouth against her, he renewed his attack. She moaned, her voice growing louder with each rub of his fingers. Clutching his wet hair, she kept him to her, moving her pelvis up and down in rhythm. Like an avalanche moving faster and faster as it rushed down the mountain, her muscles tightened everywhere, tensing in preparation for the next eruption. Shudders of orgasms, each one bigger than the last, rushed through her.
He stopped, giving her time to rest and catch her breath. Her pulse slowly returned to a seminormal pace, and she tugged on his hair to pull his face closer to hers. Before the cascading water could wash it away, she ran her tongue over his lips and tasted her juices on them. “Hmm, good stuff.”
“You don’t need to tell me.” He fondled her breasts and growled his excitement low and deep in his throat.
“Your turn.”
“I thought that was my turn, sugar.”
She pushed against him, making him stand while she stayed seated. He did so, the corners of his mouth tweaking upward as he flattened his hands against the wall behind her. She ran her hands over his hard abdomen and licked her lips, tilting her head to the side to appreciate how the rivulets of water coursed over his six-pack abs, through his bush of curly hair and dripped off the tip of his purple-veined penis. She flicked her tongue over the end of his cock and watched it jerk in response. Glancing at him, she opened her mouth just enough to run her tongue over her lips and watched the water drip off his nose as he locked his attention on her. Smiling, she took his shaft in her hand and drew him into her mouth.
He inhaled sharply and spread his feet wider. She cupped his ass, keeping him close to slip him in and out of her mouth.
“Damn, Alex, I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.”
“You have to because I’m not finished yet.” Alex sucked harder, pulling on every inch of his shaft in a slow drag. She wrapped her hands around his dick, working him. His pleasure moans grew louder, signaling his imminent release.
“Damn it. I can’t—”
Abruptly, she let go and stood. Putting her back to the wall, she lifted a leg to the seat, opening for him. “Take me, Dirk. Now.”
He rammed into her, knocking her head against the wall. She cried out, but he kept on, taking her bottom in his hands to slip his fingers into her crack. He fondled her buttocks, pulling her close, rocking her backward with his thrusts. She cupped one breast and brought her nipple to his mouth. “Harder, Dirk.”
Obeying her, he grunted with the strain and pounded into her. Her muscles clamped around him, keeping him a willing captive inside her. She tightened and released, giving him as much pleasure as she could. He quickened his strokes, increasing the friction inside her, rubbing against the sensitive spot.
“Go deeper. Give me everything you’ve got.”
Groaning, he lifted her off the floor then crushed her with his body. She cried out and slipped her hands to his butt, feeling his cheeks clench to drive into her farther, deeper. She bent her neck, enjoying the quick bites he trailed from her ear to her shoulder. In and out he worked, pushing his dick farther inside with each stroke. She ran her hands over his back, taking time to caress his scars.
She climaxed again and again, too many times and too fast for her dazed mind to count. Bringing his mouth to hers to smother her cries, he tensed for a minute, then roared his release into her mouth. His body shook, his climax thundering against her, and she matched his climax with the biggest orgasm of all. All too soon, his body rested against hers, quivering.
“You, sugar, are amazing.” His breathing settled into a normal pattern and he let her legs slide to the floor. Placing his hands on either side of her head, he leaned in and gave her a soft, tender kiss. “I want you.”
“Wow. Again? So soon?”
His eyes deepened, still amber like before, but holding a different intensity to them. “Alex, you don’t understand. I mean I want you now, tomorrow—”
“No, don’t say it.” She laced her fingers over his lips, her breathing quickening. Did she want to hear what he would say? Fear mixed with joy, tearing her apart, confusing her. Was she ready for whatever he wanted to tell her? Would he tell her he wanted to stay? Or would he tell her he could stay, but only for a short time? And what about when he finally left her? Could she endure another heartbreak?
“Alex.”
Startled, she and Dirk turned toward Conner. Strangely embarrassed, she kept her body blocked by Dirk’s.
“Damn, Conner, don’t you ever knock?”
Conner’s fangs flashed at Dirk, then he hid them behind an emotionless face. “I came to say goodbye.”
Chapter Six
“What do you mean? We haven’t found—” Alex clamped her mouth shut, cutting off Bryer’s name. Instead, she stared at Conner, willing him to say that he was joking.
Conner avoided her glare, giving her time to recover from her near mistake. He lifted his head again, this time fixing his attention on Dirk. “Take care of her or you’ll answer to me.”
Instead of his usual banter, Dirk agreed in a solemn tone. “You can count on it.”
Alex grabbed the towels hanging on the rod, tossed one to Dirk, then wrapped the other around herself and hurried over to her best friend. “I don’t understand. Why are you leaving?” She struggled to find the answer. “If it’s about last night— Or maybe this morning, I—”
Conner pressed his fingers against her lips, stilling her. “Don’t, Alex. We both know why. And it’s okay. I’m okay.”
Her heart cracked open, spreading until the pain tore her soul apart. “Oh, Conner, I’m so sorry. Please stay. Let’s talk about this.” She pressed her palm to his chest, then clutched his shirt. “Please don’t do this. I can’t lose you, too.”
She had to make him u
nderstand, had to make him stay. After losing Lara, then losing Bryer in an even worse way, she couldn’t imagine losing her friend, too.
“You’re not losing me. Not in the way you think.” He shook his head and rubbed her arms, but his attempt to comfort her didn’t work. “But I can’t stay. Don’t ask me to, Alex. I thought maybe we could be together, that we could be mates. I gave you the time you needed to decide.” His gaze flew to Dirk, then back to her. “I want you to be happy.”
“Then don’t leave.” A small cry escaped her and he drew her into his arms. She leaned into him, taking in his familiar scent. Wrapping her arms around him, she held on to him, physically keeping him there but knowing he’d already left.
“Shh. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again.” He offered her a small smile, then moved her back to look at her. “I’ll always be there for you, Stretch. No matter where you go or who you go with.”
Alex swallowed the lump in her throat that threatened to cut off her breath and forced herself to talk. She unclenched then clenched her fists, unable to let go. “But you promised to help me find…the killer. Our job isn’t finished yet.” She couldn’t let him leave. How could she keep going without him?
Dirk saw her unspoken plea. “Look, man, don’t go on my account. Alex needs you more than she does me. Maybe I’m the one who should leave.” He paused, waited for her to respond. “I’ll do whatever Alex wants. All she has to do is say the word.”
“No, Dirk, it’s not that.” Keeping one hand on Conner, she reached out for Dirk, then drew her hand back. How could she make them understand that she wanted them both?
“I’ve given this a lot of thought and I think you and Dirk will have a better chance of finding the killer without any distractions. Instead, I’ll report back to the council and let them know how the search is going. Maybe I can get them to reconsider sending help.”
“But we need you. I need you.”
“No, you don’t. You and Dirk will be fine. He’ll take care of you.” He took her face in his hands. “Come on, Alex. Don’t make this harder than it already is. You know this is what’s best.”
