Insatiable

by Rachel E Rice

  “I don’t know how this is going to work out?” Saadia said.

  “It appears to be working out Ok,” Tracker said as he opened the gate to the spacious apartments with their own patio and own small pool. “This palace has a wonderful view. When you wake up in the morning in my arms you’ll see the mountains in a distance and the sun rising.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. We’re not married and I don’t know if we will ever.” It was as if Tracker didn’t hear Saadia. He took her hand and led her through the modern apartment with its new carpet and new coat of paint on the walls.

  “Now here’s the bed.” She walked up and watched at him.

  “Do you expect me to sleep with you?”

  “Then why are you here?”

  “I thought maybe we could come to an understanding about you and me.” Her voice cool and leading.

  “We have an understanding. You’re mine and no one can have you or touch you,” Tracker said. His voice seductive. Taking off his shirt then reaching for his boots and kicking them to the side. “Sit down. You make me nervous. I don’t want you shifting into that blond.” He leaned over reaching for her hand.

  “I thought you liked blonds,” Saadia said. Her voice low and tempting.

  “I do but not tonight. I want heat. The kind only a werefemale can give me.”

  Saadia cocked her head to the side and ran her long tongue across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and made a circle. That action gave Tracker a serious hard on. It almost embarrassed him. It was never his intentions to let Saadia see how much she affected him.

  Sitting near Tracker she smiled at him. “You’re afraid I’ll know how much you want me. How much you enjoy what I do to you and how much you want to be with me. Why do you keep fighting yourself? She said raking her fingers through his hair.

  Tracker’s eyes closed and his head swung back. His breathing intensified. She cupped his full manhood stroking it as she talked to him.

  “It was then you discovered me. A werefemale who can satisfy your wolf. You can fuck me like a shifter, and who can satisfy your dreams of being with a human female. If I remember correctly that’s why you didn’t marry me. Because I wasn’t a human,” she whispered into his ear. Tracker’s eyes opened when she placed her lips over his cock.

  “That was then. This is now,” he said breathless. He watched her as she gave him an amazing blow job. With Saadia on her knees, with the moon bright and full and Tracker bursting ready to come in Saadia’s mouth, he reached and pulled away.

  “Not now. I want to enjoy this moment. I need you to be naked.” She glanced up at him her mouth poised and ready to give him his first orgasm of the night. She knew there would be many before the morning. And if he left her, which she had no doubt about that, she would make it hard for him to go.

  He helped her pull her top off where he buried his face into her breasts. He raised up and looked into her face.

  “I don’t remember your breasts being that large. Don’t tell me you can change the size of them without shifting your body?” She shook her head up and down with a twinkle in her eyes and shot him a closed smile. “Yes.”

  “You are full of surprises.”

  “You don’t know just how much,” she murmured. He didn’t hear her because he didn’t want to. His head lowered and his mouth seized on her extended taut nipple, on her luscious breasts, and his hands were busy pulling down her pants. No panties. His fingers finding warmth between her legs. A wet warm opening he would penetrate over and over as he groaned at the hardness of his cock during the full moon.

  Chapter 6

  Just as Tracker was entering into a warm and accommodating Saadia, Lycell was entering into Adrianne and Wilder’s bedroom. Her back to the door lying awkwardly on her right side holding her stomach. Her last thought was locking the door.

  You can’t lock a werewolf out, and besides they had always respected the other’s privacy, until now.

  Lycell eased up to the bed and slipped behind Adrianne like a wolf trapping a sheep. He leaned in and kissed her neck. She had been asleep and turning from side to side to ease the pain she felt and to keep from sleeping on her stomach or back. She had forgotten how painful and uncomfortable it had been to be pregnant.

  Some women don’t notice they’re pregnant until they give birth. She wished it was her. Mena, Robert’s wife and her werefemale friend swore she didn’t have any of the symptoms Adrienne reported. The dizziness, the nausea, the swollen ankles and the cravings for exotic food.

  Sending Wilder on the hunt for cherries and exotic ice-cream in the middle of the night after she had devoured gallons in one sitting was taken its toll on Wilder. He appeared exhausted but he never complained when she asked for Chai Tea ice cream or Oreo Coffee. Then getting indigestion and unable to sleep.

  Wilder was more than happy to wake the local grocer and demand that he keep enough ice-cream in various flavors because in a whim Adrienne might change her mind and ask for something he didn’t have in their large freezer.

  Adrienne suffered trying to have her babies. But it was worth it. Look at all her strong, smart, and handsome sons, she thought. Now she wanted females and she got her wish. Four werefemales.

  Because the pregnancy and birth wasn’t as long for werewolves as it is for a human child she was able to give birth and get pregnant for all the brothers. But now she did it as much for herself as for Wilder. “I have only sons,” she said to Lycell, “A family can’t have balance without females in it.”

  Reaching around and placing his hand on her swollen stomach, she placed her hand over his. It was warm. It was tender, but it wasn’t Wilder’s hand. Wilder’s hand more rough and blistered from cutting down trees and riding his horse without gloves.

  She turned around to look into Lycell’s face.

  Tall. Handsome. Seductive. One like Wilder’s, but it wasn’t Wilder’s face, but he was in Wilder’s room and in Wilder’s territory. Wilder had never breached Lycell’s boundaries as Lycell is doing now.

  “What are you doing in here, Lycell?”

  “Can’t I come and sit with my mate and kiss you?” he asked with a deceptive grin. Knowing full well he was wrong.

  “Wilder will smell your scent and know you’ve been around me. You shouldn’t cross that line,” she whispered.

  “I can’t see why I can’t give you a kiss and rub your stomach,” Lycell commented knowing the obvious answer.

  “These are not my rules. These were your rules, remember. And all of a sudden you’re changing them because you’re upset over my pregnancy.” She spoke with cool resolve.

  Lycell sat straight up. “I thought you were through having pups. Now you’re making a difference between me and my brothers. You’re showing favoritism. Something I thought you never would do.”

  She touched Lycell’s back as he turned facing the door. “I would never show favor to one over the other. I love you all the same.” Lycell sat gloomy. He refused to talk. She touched his back and trailed her fingers up his neck raking through his thick dark silky hair.

  He caught her hand and turned slightly to bring it to his mouth as he kissed it lovingly and gently.

  “Lycell listen. I didn’t want this. I warned you about this when you agreed that I would belong to all of you. Drayton is satisfied with only one son.” She begged for understanding. “You have six, and you’re not satisfied.”

  “So you did this because Wilder isn’t satisfied. You’re showing favor to him.” Her hand slipped from his. Lycell had been jealous and demanding from the beginning and why would Adrienne think he would change.

  “That’s not true. I wanted a girl. A female.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I mentioned to you that we needed females in this family.”

  “You could have come to me alone and spoke to me. Not at a family meeting.”

  “Why should I have gone to you privately? So you can push Wilder out completely. Don’t say anythi
ng. You can’t change your nature. I saw how you sent Wilder off to do jobs you should have gone to do. We have six sons and I love you. What more do you want? It was because of Wilder’s agreement to share me with you and Drayton that we have this wonderful family. And soon all of my sons will be with us.”

  “All except Tracker and Damon. They are at odds with each other. It’s over Saadia.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” Adrienne said her voice breaking.

  “Because I knew it would make you sick. I do know how important it is for you to have these pups,” Lycell said his voice echoing his need.

  Lycell took a large breath and stood. Then the door knob turned and the door opened and they both watched at the door. Lycell couldn’t hide the guilt on his face and Adrienne couldn’t hide the love for him on her face.

  Drayton stood at the door holding his son in his arms, “Say hello to your uncle and mother.” He walked him to the bed and Drayton picked him up and leaned over and help him kiss her on the lips. He put him down and he scooted out the door headed to the playroom.

  “You shouldn’t be in here, Lycell.” They stood facing each other eye to eye werewolf to werewolf. And Adrienne watched at both.

  “Why are you here, Drayton?” Lycell said. His tone disapproving and chilly.

  “I heard your voice and I know if I heard you talking to Adrienne then Wilder could have heard it too.”

  “He’s not here?” Adrienne questioned.

  “Who’s not here?” Both Drayton and Lycell pivoted around to look at Wilder entering the room. “Why are both of you in my room? Don’t you two have a town to run or do I have to add that to my list?” Wilder’s tone edged with steel.

  “They’re here because they heard me moan,” Adrienne said. She didn’t like lying to Wilder, but she thought it was necessary considering what could happen if he found out the truth. Nothing could be worse than seeing the brothers fight. Someone would die and the Samsa pack would be forever broken and irretrievable. And where would that leave her children. So she lied for her family.

  “We were just leaving,” Drayton said taking Lycell’s elbow. Lycell turned to leave after giving Adrienne one last needy look.

  “Come close to me and hold me, Adrienne said to Wilder as Lycell face the door. Lycell stood and listened until Drayton called out to him and reluctantly he trotted out of the bedroom, closing the door and bounding down the stairs, out of the house, and into the stables.

  He jumped on his black steed and road him around the ranch and then headed across the meadow and into the woods.

  The snow fell lightly on his head but he didn’t feel it or see it. He was blind as he rode his stallion jumping over fence after fence.

  As Lycell rode his horse hard, and Drayton played with his son, and Wilder curled up behind Adrienne, and Tracker fucking Saadia for the fourth time, Damon was showing the werefemale around his cave.

  Chapter 7

  “Where did you come from?” Damon questioned as he pointed to a bed she would sleep in.

  “I can’t sleep there.” She dropped to the floor on a large bear rug. She looked up at Damon with her big brown eyes. “I told you before that I didn’t know, but I can show you.”

  “It would have to wait because it’s going to snow tomorrow. I’ll have to take you back to your place. You can’t stay with me.”

  “Are you afraid of snow and girls?” she said slanting her head. Damon thought to meet her on her own terms so he kneeled down on the rug and sat on his hind legs. He pulled the pillow down from the bed and placed it behind her. She reached and put it in front of her as if it was a doll she never had or got to play with.

  “I’m not afraid of anything, especially a girl,” he said disguising his true self. “And don’t get too comfortable.” He pulled the pillow from her and tossed it playfully in her face. He stared down at her. His eyes gleaming in the dim light of the cave. His eyes brightened from the sparks from the fire.

  The girl looked up at Damon. “You aren’t going to do something to me as I sleep?”

  “I’m not into having sex with an unwilling and an unconscious female. Why do you females think that males always want sex?” Damon tried to take his mind off of sex. It wouldn’t have been a problem with the full moon at its brightest, but the girl is complicating things.

  “What if I’m willing? Would you do it then?” She put her finger into her mouth between her teeth. “I think I need to have sex,” she said with a small childish voice. Damon twisted nervously on his knees ready to stand and leave. He just didn’t want her to know how much she affected him by her presence.

  He didn’t have a female or anyone to relieve the tension of the full moon. By being banished for a while, it had proven to be a good thing. He probably would have found himself waiting outside the hospital where Saadia worked, and made himself a nuisance. He knew how much she was in love with Tracker.

  “I noticed when the full moon was present my breasts became tender and full, the wolf in me desired to be taken. I howled at the moon one night. I need something to calm me,” she said as her eyes locked with Damon’s.

  “Did that ever happen to you?” Damon was thinking about Saadia and didn’t really hear the girl go on and on about how much she needed sex and someone to penetrate her.

  “No,” Damon said dismissively. It was different for him. His desire had been worse. He knew her to be a werefemale even if she didn’t know. The full moon was coming. “I’ll take you home as soon as the snow lightens up.”

  Damon wished the snow would break, but the first snowfall from what he remembered was the most intense one. It could be days or a month before he could hunt and that’s why he had preserved food. Now she was here to make him miserable with her scent and the presence of her warm inviting body.

  When he glanced down again she had fallen asleep. He watched at her before picking her up and transferring her to the bed. Even if she didn’t want to sleep in a bed it was what humans did. He sat on the side of the bed and swept away her long dark hair from her face. It was a pretty face if she washed it. She had a perfect set of large eyes and pouty lips.

  She turned and her poncho raised and showed a perfect beautiful full youthful behind. Damon’s breath hitched and he stood quickly. He walked briskly out of the room and found his father’s room.

  Sitting on the side of the bed, with his hand across his mouth, he said, “What the fuck am I doing in a cave?” Damon conflicted about the girl and taking her, thought his father had no right to send him to the cave to cool off. What would that prove? He would still want Saadia. It wasn’t his fault, but he didn’t dare tell his father everything Tracker said to him. He paced up and down cursing Tracker and the whole fucking pack thing.

  “There are shifters who don’t give a fuck. They’re free to be who they are.” That’s what Tracker rebelled against—the pack mentality. Everything should be for the good of the pack. “Fuck the pack and fuck everybody,” he said kicking the head of the bear rug covering the stone floor.

  Here he was with a young werefemale who doesn’t know who she is or what she is and he’s stuck with her for what may seem like eternity. He needed to be in Samsaville and out of his father’s supervision like Thorn and Tracker. He needed to be inside a female fucking her night and day until he tired of her.

  It had been stupid to follow Tracker and Thorn and not go off to college. At least he would have been from under his father’s control. Maybe if he said he had found a mate then he wouldn’t be obligated to marry one of Robert and Mena’s daughters. They are so protected that they wouldn’t know how to satisfy a lustful werewolf. One who would want her on her knees sucking his cock every night.

  As Damon sat and thought, the notion came to him to bring the girl back to his family and tell them they were married. As a married werewolf he could live away from the ranch. But first he had to convince the girl and get her to go along with his idea.

  Putting more thought into this notion, he came to the conclus
ion he had to do too much to make her acceptable. But it would be worth it in the end for both of them. He would get his freedom, and she wouldn’t be alone in the woods for a bear to stumble across one day, or worse yet, some hunter would kill her thinking she was a wolf.

  Now he had to sell her on the plan. But that would have to wait. He had long days of hunting and fishing behind him, and now all he wanted to do was sleep. That and find a warm place to put his cock and get an orgasm before he went crazy.

  Closing his eyes with that last thought he dozed off. When Damon woke it was because he saw a figure standing before him. Sitting straight up with a jerk of his body he said, “You shouldn’t sneak around this place.”

  “I wasn’t sneaking around. And you were sleeping so soundly I thought you were dead.”

  “A wolf doesn’t sleep soundly.”

  “You’re not a wolf,” she said.

  “I never said I was a wolf. I said a werewolf.”

  “What is a werewolf?” she questioned with a furrowed brow.

  “It’s what I am and you are too.”

  “But how can that be?”

  “It’s just is. One time your parents were human and werewolf and that’s why you’re here.”

  “But how did I get here?” Damon didn’t want to discuss sex with the girl because it took too much time to understand and too much time and patience to explain. She needed a woman to explain these things.

  “Get dressed first. No bathe yourself before you dress. There’s a hot-spring in the room behind you to the right.”

  “But I don’t know how to swim. You don’t swim in it, you sit in it. It’s not deep. You have to take all your clothes off. I have some fresh clothes in my room. They belong to my mother.”

  “You have a mother?” Damon couldn’t believe that she asked that question.

  “Yes, I have a mother and you had one, too.”

  “I know I had one silly but she’s dead. I thought your mother was dead.”

  “No. That’s what I want to talk to you about. But first you need a bath.”