Nightshift Bundle with Wolf Tales & Embrace The Night

by Kate Douglas

  I was with Xandi. I’ve never shared anything remotely close to what you and Stefan just did. I had no idea it would…

  Turn you on? Make you hot enough to want to share yourself with us? Stefan thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous. You know I want you, Keisha. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.

  The need in his mental touch sent shivers across her flesh. Shivers as much from desire as from the latent fear she’d not been able to shake. I’m not ready, not yet. I’m not ready to let you touch me, but I am ready to feel what Xandi feels.

  Anton’s soft chuckle trickled across her senses, followed by a slow, mental drawl. Then we’d better make sure Xandi feels real good, don’t you agree?

  Xandi’s laughter rippled into their thoughts. I think Xandi’s going to like that very much. Hang on, Keisha. The boys appear to have recovered.

  It was more than a little decadent, lying in bed with morning sunlight filtering through the blinds, her body naked and wanting, two fingers buried deep between her legs in anticipation of another woman sharing sex with two men.

  Keisha practically laughed aloud when Xandi’s thoughts surfaced once more in her mind.

  This isn’t decadence. This is…

  Stefan’s thoughts interrupted. This is for you, Keisha. From all of us. Call it a welcome home gift.

  He leaned over Xandi, his long hair undone and trailing across her breasts.

  Keisha quivered as the silken strands touched Xandi’s nipples, followed by Stefan’s hot mouth. Fighting the terror, the sudden urge to withdraw from Xandi’s mind, Keisha held onto the link, mentally worked her way through the fear and allowed herself to feel with Xandi, to experience every touch, every kiss, each subtle stroke and lick and taste.

  Xandi had told her Stefan was, like Anton, a magician. Right now his mouth was working pure magic on Xandi’s breast. Keisha arched her back as Stefan’s tongue flickered back and forth across the sensitive tip, then moaned when he suckled the swollen nipple deep inside his mouth.

  Hands stroked her thighs, swept the length of her calves, teased closer and closer to Xandi’s waiting pussy. Keisha held her breath, so caught up in the sensation of Anton’s hands separating the folds between the other woman’s legs that she actually moved her own fingers out of the way.

  She heard his satisfied chuckle in her mind, knew this was exactly what he hoped would happen. Grasping the sheets on either side of her, Keisha arched her hips against the cool morning air. Anton’s fingers penetrated Xandi, in and out, spreading her juices, slipping along the crease between her buttocks.

  Stefan suckled Xandi’s other breast, plucking at it first with his fingers, building up his own rhythm. At the same time, Anton spread her legs wider apart, leaned close and blew his hot breath over her clit.

  His fingers slipped deeper between her buttocks, penetrating her behind, just as his firm lips found her clit. Alternating strokes between his tongue deep inside her pussy and his two fingers thrusting slowly in and out of her ass, he caught Stefan’s rhythm. He also caught Stefan’s growing cock in his free hand, connecting the three of them physically, the four of them mentally.

  This time there was no thought of anyone or anything other than Xandi, Stefan and Anton. No fear beyond the unknown, beyond the fact she’d never experienced anything remotely like this in her life. Keisha twisted and undulated against the sheets, her body reacting as Xandi’s did, her sex pouting and swelling, the fluids dampening the dark nest of curls between her legs.

  Her breasts ached, her nipples tingled, with the shared sensations of Stefan’s lips and teeth and tongue, of his fingers rubbing and plucking, his mouth suckling.

  Anton’s tongue speared into her, over and over again. His fingers stretched her backside, slipping in and out, deeper, further, with each thrust. Xandi’s back arched, her keening cry filling the room, her mind completely linked with Keisha’s. Keisha cried out as well, her breath caught in her throat, her mouth stretched wide as she gasped for air, sharing each pulsing shudder of Xandi’s climax, sharing her own with the rest of the pack.

  Sobbing, gasping, laughing, Keisha lay alone in her bed, struggling to catch her breath. Her pussy clenched and released, her breasts ached for more of Stefan’s touch, and she wanted Anton’s lips back where they’d been, suckling Xandi’s pulsing clit, so she could feel more of the same.

  Xandi’s soft chuckle flitted through her mind. Again?

  Oh, God, yes! I’ve never…

  Neither have I. That was pretty spectacular. Would you like to join us?

  Keisha tensed. I don’t…

  There’s no rush, little one, Anton’s soothing voice gently intruded. Let us love you through Xandi for a while. When you’re ready, you can join us.

  Keisha immediately relaxed. There was no feeling of pressure, no anger. Merely pure acceptance.

  Unconditional love.

  She stayed with Xandi as the other woman rolled Stefan over on his back and took his fully erect cock into her mouth. She savored his spicy flavor, tested the ridges and textures with her tongue, felt the hard testicles within his sac when Xandi rolled them gently between her fingers.

  When Xandi straddled Stefan’s lean thighs and lowered herself on his straining cock, Keisha gasped at the sense of fullness, the slick entry so deep inside that the smooth crown of his penis brushed the mouth of Xandi’s womb.

  She sighed with the other woman, felt her settle her hips and adjust to the man inside her, then wondered what was coming next as Xandi leaned forward.

  Anton knelt behind her, his cock riding in the crease of her ass. She felt him stroking her backside with his cock, knew he held himself in his hand as he slipped a condom over his erection. Xandi knelt forward, still impaled on Stefan. Keisha gasped when she realized what Anton had in mind.

  He thrust his fingers inside Xandi, finding entrance alongside Stefan’s cock, finding her lubricating moisture as well. He rubbed it slowly, sensually, around the sensitive tissues of her behind, once again slowly forcing entrance with first one finger, then two. He stretched her further, all the while rubbing back and forth with the head of his cock, teasing the entrance, then slipping past.

  He paused for a moment, and Keisha realized he was stroking lower, finding Stefan’s testicles and including them in his sensual massage as well. She held her breath, waiting to see if he was going to take Xandi the way she thought he might, wondering how much pain there would be.

  Suddenly, like a dark fog, memories overwhelmed her. Sensations, fear, remembered, the terror of her assault, the pain, the wrongness of everything associated with her body, with the act of sex.

  She wanted to scream, wanted to tell them no, that this was wrong, that this same act, without love, without care, had been part of her brutal assault, part of the incentive to bring the wolf to life.

  She’d been brutally raped by three men. Three men who’d taken her at the same time, forcing themselves into her mouth, her vagina, her rectum, tearing her flesh, ignoring her agonized screams, hurting her, laughing while they…

  We love you, Keisha. You are one of us. There will be no pain. Only love. If it hurts you to share this, we will stop, but we won’t sever the link. You are with us. Let us help you heal.

  Keisha heard Xandi’s voice, but she sensed Anton and Stefan as well, knew they were waiting, giving her time and strength.

  I’ll try. I promise. I’ll break the link if I can’t handle it.

  Whatever you wish. It will always be your choice.

  The sensual massage began again. The feather-light touches, the sense of fullness from Stefan’s cock held tightly within Xandi’s warm sheath, unmoving, waiting.

  Once more she felt Anton’s fingers rubbing circles between her buttocks. Keisha forced herself to relax, even though it was Xandi waiting for penetration. The soft, damp head of Anton’s sheathed cock found the opening, bumped slowly against the taut muscle, pushed and released, pushed again and released, forcing entrance but never to the point of
pain.

  Xandi leaned forward, adjusting her body and burying her head on Stefan’s chest. Keisha heard his heart beating, felt the love surrounding the three of them…the four of them. She was there, in everyone’s thoughts. A part of their lovemaking.

  Anton breached Xandi’s tight opening, and his cock slipped slowly inside, trapped by the taut ring of muscle. He moved forward, mere fractions of an inch, then retreated. Forward again, finding space within Xandi’s body, pressed close against the thin tissues separating him from Stefan’s cock—two men, loving her, wanting her, making love to her.

  Without pain. Gently, with love, with compassion and caring—and totally without pain.

  Keisha sobbed, her body rising to the gentle thrusts of both Stefan and Anton. She realized she’d rolled to her stomach, buried her face in her pillow and raised her buttocks, mimicking Xandi’s position. Mentally she took both men, sensed Xandi’s growing climax, realized the tension in her body was no longer fear, was instead the growing, gasping need to come, to give herself over once more to another mind-shattering orgasm.

  Stefan climaxed first, followed quickly by Anton. Xandi was next, her body rippling and shaking with the power of her orgasm. Keisha shared each climax, each peak of unbelievable passion, her body tightening, straining for release, struggling to break through the anger and fear that held her apart from the pack.

  We love you. Be one with us.

  Three separate voices speaking as one. Three very special people, claiming her as their own.

  She felt it then, starting deep in her middle and spreading out to her toes, her fingers, the top of her head—all-consuming, a spinning vortex of heat and lust and incredible, unbelievable rapture.

  Keisha raised her head and screamed. This time, the cry ripped from her heart, a profound, agonizing wail of innocence lost, of passion and pain, of fear, acceptance and overwhelming love.

  Gasping, sobbing, her entire body convulsing with the power of her orgasm, Keisha pressed her face against her pillow and collapsed into the twisted sheets. She drew her knees up close to her chest, her tears flowing uncontrollably, her body shuddering and trembling as she rocked herself back and forth.

  Dimly she heard the door burst open, sensed Anton’s presence, his worry and concern as he gathered her up in his arms, held her against his chest like a baby and rocked her. Instead of fear she felt comfort and knew, even in the most deeply wounded part of her mind, that part still suffering the trauma of the rape and assault, that this man loved her. Loved her and would always protect her, would never harm her in any way.

  Slowly she felt the tension flowing out of her body, realized her arms were rising, winding over Anton’s strong, solid shoulders. She pressed her cheek against the soft skin where his shoulder met the column of his throat and felt the rapid beat of his pulse. When she raised her hand to cup his cheek, she found his face wet with tears.

  Anton?

  Don’t ever frighten me like that again.

  I’m sorry, I didn’t…

  I love you, Keisha. I felt the pain, the horror in your soul. I never meant for…

  No! She turned in his arms and held her palms against the sides of his face, forced him to look directly at her. “All I have felt for the weeks since the attack is fear—fear and loathing, not only of every man I’ve seen, but of myself. You three have brought me back, given me that sense of who I am, of the woman I thought might be gone forever.”

  She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him, very softly, very briefly, on the mouth. Before he could respond, she backed away. “I still have a long way to go, but I know now that I can heal. You’ve given that to me. You, Stefan and Alexandria, but most of all you.”

  Anton wrapped his fingers around her right hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed her palm. “We have all the time you need.”

  Very gently he set her back on the bed, straightened the twisted sheets and fluffed her pillow. “Sleep. It’s been a long night, and you need at least a couple of hours’ rest. I’ll call you later for brunch.”

  Keisha crawled between the cool sheets as Anton turned away. Morning sunlight caught the smooth line of his back, the curve of his buttocks, the strong muscles of his thighs and calves. He was beautiful, not merely in body, but in spirit. She felt his compassion, his love, his heartbreaking need.

  Need for her. Anton was every bit as alone, just as lonely, as she’d ever been in her life.

  Without giving herself time to think of the consequences, Keisha pulled the sheets back beside her. “Don’t go. Please. Stay with me.”

  Anton halted in mid-step, turned slowly around and stared at her. There was nothing sexual in the naked desire she saw in his eyes, nothing to frighten her or make her feel threatened. There was love, pure and simple.

  “Are you sure?”

  Smiling, she shook her head and smoothed the down comforter back across her legs. “No. I’m not at all sure. I know I’m not ready for sex, at least not for anything physical. Not yet. Knowing that, are you willing to stay?”

  Smiling, Anton slowly crawled into the bed next to her, pulled Keisha into his arms and tucked her head under his chin. “Just try to get rid of me, sweetheart. I’m yours, whether you want me or not. I’m yours, and I’m staying.”

  She inhaled, drawing his now familiar scent deep into her lungs. She heard the steady beat of his heart, sensed the flow of blood in his veins and knew she’d come home. Sighing, Keisha relaxed within the strength of his embrace.

  There was nothing more to say. Nothing that could make this moment more meaningful, more powerful, for her. She sensed Alexandria and Stefan hovering just beyond her consciousness, concerned, loving, aware of the man holding her so protectively.

  Surrounded by the pack, Keisha let her worries go and drifted off to sleep.

  Anton felt her body relax, heard the soft sigh as she gave up her struggle for consciousness. He let his thoughts touch hers and found only peace, the quiet of a mind at rest.

  There would be no dreams, no nightmares, no frightening shifts from human to wolf and back again without her own determination and knowledge. He carefully adjusted his body around hers, protecting her, holding her close against his heart.

  Need for her simmered just beneath the surface, a need so strong it frightened him with its intensity. His cock throbbed, hard and erect, but he willed the poor beast into submission. Keisha would tell him when she was ready. Only she would know when she was healed enough to want the physical expression of his love.

  He imagined they would be spectacular together. Knew already she would welcome both Alexandria and Stefan into her bed as well when the time was right. She was capable of great love, great passion, and already felt a strong bond with him. Smiling, nuzzling the tousled curls spilling across her pillow, Anton finally allowed himself to relax.

  Keisha filled an emptiness he hadn’t known existed. He’d never felt such emotion for another person, not even for Alexandria or Stefan, two people he loved more than he had ever imagined himself capable.

  Keisha sighed and snuggled close against his chest. A slight smile curved her lips. In sleep, her hand stroked the length of his back, trailing fingers along his thigh, coming to rest on the curve of his hip. She tilted her pelvis closer, bringing herself into contact with his suddenly wide-awake cock.

  Definitely, they were going to be spectacular together, when the time was right.

  Holding that thought, holding Keisha in his arms and her love in his heart, Anton drifted into sleep.

  PART FOUR

  Keisha

  Chapter 16

  Running. Always running. Grass whipping face and chest, paws torn and bleeding. Searching for someone? Evading someone? Not sure. Never certain if running after or away from, only certain of speed. Constant, lung-bursting, heart-throbbing speed. Must run, faster…faster.

  Someone follows, someone…no. Something new, someone shadowing, someone strong and true, dark as night, heart pure as gold, running alongside, a
safe, strong shadow, running close in the night.

  “Ouch! Meanie! That hurts!”

  “Stop complaining. I’ve never done this to a white girl before. Your hair’s so straight, it’s hard to braid. Maybe I should just quit.”

  “Please! Don’t stop now.”

  Anton paused outside the open door and smiled at Stefan when he heard the women’s laughter in the kitchen. Stefan merely grinned and shook his head.

  It was such an amazing sound, the soft lilt of Keisha’s laughter.

  He heard her giggle again.

  “Xandi, you say that all the time. ‘Please, Stefan. Don’t stop now. Please, Anton. Don’t stop, Anton. Oh…Anton…’”

  The last was said in a low, breathy wail.

  “I heard that.” Grinning so wide he felt like an absolute fool, Anton shoved the door open and walked into the kitchen. Alexandria sat on a kitchen stool, her tightly braided hair gleaming like polished copper, caught in a brilliant beam of morning sunlight. Keisha stood behind her, eyes twinkling, as she braided one last row in Alexandria’s hair.

  “Heard what? This little girl whimpering ‘cause I’m braiding her do a bit too tight? She is such a wuss.” Still laughing, Keisha tugged the strands tighter, finished up the last row and fixed a small blue bead to the end of the braid.

  Alexandria shook her head, and the beads adorning the ends of dozens of braids clattered together. Then she tilted her chin, making the myriad colored beads drape to one side, and smiled seductively at Stefan. From the harsh intake of the other man’s breath, Anton had a feeling she’d gotten the desired effect.

  “Damn.” Stefan walked around her, staring at the totally new look. “You did this, Keisha? It’s gorgeous.”

  “Thank you. Of course, it’s all gonna fall out the minute she shifts.” Hands on her hips, Keisha stood back to survey her work.

  “I just wanted to see how it would look.” Alexandria forced a sulky pout.

  She couldn’t hold it. “Where’s the mirror? I wanna see!”