“That’s naughty.” He chuckles as we part. “Does it feel good?” He asks me.
“Yes.”
“I guess you don’t need me inside you after all, then.” He laughs at the expression that crosses my face. I hope I look crest fallen, because I feel it. “You can either masturbate yourself to your release on me, or I can make love to you.”
“Can’t I have both?” I whine at him as his hands cup my wet breasts and squeeze them.
“No.” He replies simply.
“Why?” I ask, continuing to rock myself against him.
“Because I’m going to come one way or another and if I have to wait to have you again, then it seems fair that you have to wait to come, a second time.”
I stop rocking myself against him as he fingers my nipples.
“I’ll take the second option, thank you, my alpha.” I reply being completely still and obedient for him.
Paris chuckles back at me. “I thought you would.” He says moving suddenly, the water swooshes around us and up over the edge of the spa bath. Lifting me, so that I am placed not the edge of the bath.
I watch as the water pour off his hard body and the length of his cock. It’s hard and pointing straight at me. I can’t help myself, it looks so good to me and I want him, inside me. Anyway I can take him. I slip back into the warm rocking waves of the spa bath and take Paris in my mouth in one smooth motion.
“Oh Jesus.” He mutters as I begin to work his cock down my throat.
I’ve been wanting to do this since before we slipped in to the spa bath. I like doing this to him, knowing that I can do this to him. Ramp up his feelings and drive his desire, by just this.
Paris is unable to help himself and his hips start moving forwards thrusting in my mouth as he finds a slow pace and begins fucking my mouth, while I kneel in the warm water, looking back up at him.
“Little wolf, little wolf, let me in,” Paris pants in time with his thrusting. I relax my mouth a little more and Paris is able to drive deeper inside me. His hands come down and entwine in my wet hair, tightening up and helping him to guide me as I bob back and forth along his cock.
“Jesus Bg,” He mutters. “I want to come,” He utters. I stop moving and look back up at him, allowing Paris to pull back out of my mouth. He stands before me, his cock looks even more rigid than before. Did I do that to him? A hand encases the width of his cock and he begins pumping it up and down in his hand, before my face. I look up at him, wide eyed and waiting.
“You’re going to get a spanking for that,” He mutters breathing heavy and dropping his hand off his cock. “Testing me.” He says helping me to stand up in the spa bath. “Get to the bed, now.” He instructs firmly.
I exit the bathroom as quickly as possible, dripping water everywhere as I crawl back onto the bed and sit, my legs tucked under me, hands on my lap, waiting for him, atop of the bed covers.
Paris walks in, magnificently wet, hard and pulsing with desire. He eyes me slowly and walks around the far side of the bed, I watch as he opens the curtains to the bedroom, opens them up fully, so the night’s vision can be seen.
The city as it twinkles before us while the moon light streams into the room and he stands, his gorgeous backside to it, radiating in the glow of the werewolf power source, the moon.
He crocks a finger at me and moves it back and forth, indicating I should come over to him. I drop to my hands and crawl over to him on my hands and knees. He bends down and kisses my mouth heavily before uttering “Turn around.”
I do as I am told and Paris’s hand slides over my rump, smoothing its way around it. Before smacking it hard and rubbing it softly afterwards. “Count them out loud, little wolf.” He tells me as the second smack whacks my skin, harshly.
“Two,” I pant and bite my lip to stop myself from crying out when he delivers the third smack.
“I think you like being naughty.” Paris tells me as his hand collects with my rear a third time.
“Three”
“Because you know, you will receive this punishment.” My bottom is beginning to feel warm and tingly. I roll my eyes and groan, because there is a weird mixture of pleasure and pain in this action and he is right, I do like it. Paris rubs the pain away over the sensitised skin of my rear.
I pant back at him thinking to myself that I must sound like a bitch in heat. This spanking isn’t really about punishment, what I did earlier in our little game play didn’t warrant this kind of spanking. That’s why I’m willing to take it.
Because this is about us, staying us, and getting back into a rhythm of things, even though we’re not in our usual home surroundings were we are free to do as we please.
His hands rub my rear and I moan trying to remind my brain that it likes the oddness of this even though it’s sore now. “I’d like to give you more little wolf, but I fear you’d start making very loud noises if I did and then Addison would just come running in here to see us.” Paris says cheekily.
I groan, my body is becoming desperate here and talking about two male wolves and sex in the one sentence is only fuelling my desperation.
“Yes my alpha.”
Instead of smacking me further, Paris thrusts into me easily. I am dripping wet, and not from the water anymore. My juices are aroused and lubricating me, making it all too easy for Paris’s thick cock to slide into me.
We do not take our time, or tease one another any longer. We both want enjoy this heat we’re burning ourselves up in. “I want to shift over you” Paris groans as his thrusting becomes faster. “Damn hotel.”
I try to keep my arms strong and keep myself upright, taking him, trying to keep up with his cock as it pumps me relentlessly to the sensation I seek.
I feel a familiar tingle of energy dancing across the backside of me, like a tickling of power and energy. I look back through the wet curtain of my hair at Paris. This is what it feels like when he shifts on me, his energy dances across my skin like a signature. He is partially shifting, so I have half wolf, half man, making me his. I can see the top of his legs, looking far more wolf like.
I start moaning loudly when I feel not only his legs shift and myself stretch wider around him as his thrusting becomes harder and hits all the right spots inside me. I let my head drop and my hair fall forward, swallowing my face as I close my eyes, and am unable to stop the sounds of joyous pleasure that come from my mouth.
He knows this will make me come, He knows I cannot fight my orgasm when he does this to me. He knows, my werewolf craves his werewolf and wants his seed planted inside me, wants to have pups with him. Paris is my love and I want us to be pack, in any way we can.
I cry out as I try to cope with my orgasm taking my body over and feel Paris’s cock throbbing inside me as he lets go too and pumps me full of his seed and a sense of hope of what we might create, together because of each other.
It’s exactly what I need, a distraction from current events, a reminder of my routine with my pack mate, a reminder that he brings me pleasure and wants to. It’s exactly what I need to put me into a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night.
24
When daylight breaks, our pack is on the move again, still heading towards Quebec. However the tactic has changed.
Whereas before we thought we could bait and drag out our enemy by showing our ignorance, we now move with purpose. Having had the entire night to think over what Nicholas Norden means to them and is capable of, Thane and Phelan are again, sticking close to one another.
“We need to put distance between us and Norden.” Phelan offers up over a quick breakfast.
“He really isn’t someone we want to give any advantages to. We put him on the run or we run.” Thane says back at the group. Markus and Addison stare back at Thane like he’s mad. You just don’t say that kind of thing to a pack of werewolves, especially males and especially, especially, any alpha ones.
“We don’t do the running.” Markus says back at him over a take away coffee. “Did you forget t
hat bit, because I’m pretty sure we said that back when we picked you guys up.”
Thane puts a hand up as we grab our bags and begin making our way back to the car. “I get it, you’re New York werewolves, you’re tough and you can fight. But one bare knuckled fight with a human sent by Norden, doesn’t in anyway mean you’re ready for him and what he’s capable of.”
It’s Markus’s turn to look surprised. I shrug my shoulders and try to give Markus a look that says “He doesn’t know how much fighting we do back home. Doesn’t know of us or our packs.”
Addison is frowning at Thane as we all wait for the valet to bring our vehicle around. “This guy has plagued you and your brother, you’re whole life. How can you let him continue to do that? Why would you let him think it could?”
Thane growls and bares visible werewolf fangs at Addison through clenched teeth as he moves up into his face. Addison holds his gaze and stands his ground. He will not back down to another werewolf, least of all one he doesn't know. Thane clearly hasn’t had a good read on Addison yet, if he thinks that’s going to intimidate him.
“You don’t know me, you don’t know us, so don’t pretend to think you know anything about us and our lives.” Thane says angrily at him.
“Okay girls, dial it down while the humans are going about their ordinary everyday lives around us.” Markus jumps in wedging his shoulder between the two males to separate them. “Hotel guests don’t need our drama to traumatise them.” Thane and Addison part separate ways, at the same time and Addison catches the keys of the valet and heads for the driver side door.
“Maybe if we got to have sex marathons all night long we’d be more relaxed too.” Phelan swipes at me verbally as he gets into the back of the vehicle ahead of me. I decide to sit beside him, if anything, just to annoy him so he can scent the mixture of sex and Paris on me.
“Do you have a mate?” I ask him before I can stop myself as the other males pile into the car. Phelan turns his head slowly to give me a hard stare. “Are we not talking now?” I smart at him, ignoring the hostility in his expression. “And I thought we’d gotten somewhere last night. Its a pity.”
Of course he’s unhappy, his old pack leader if after him and he just watched my pack insult his brother like it was nothing. Phelan turns his head away and looks back out the car window again.
“It was senseless, so allow me to apologise on Addison’s behalf, because he’s far too old a jerk to do something so civilized and sensible.” I state back at Phelan’s turn head as Addison turns around in his seat to look at me, at the mention of his name.
“Males,” I mutter and shake my head and get up, hunching over, making my way back to back of the vehicle, with Paris. “Can we remember who the bad wolf is please?” I mutter sitting down beside Paris, as he move across to give me the window seat.
25
The car ride is one of silence this time, it feels strained in the confines and the energy of all the male werewolves inside it, is pushing against my skin until I want to growl and scream at all of them.
It’s uncomfortable and I just as I’m wondering if Phelan is feeling as at odds with it as I am, he says “Stop the car!, Pull over now!” Addison glances in the rear vision mirror at him, frowning, but pulls the car over the first chance he gets, onto the shoulder of the road.
All eyes fall onto Phelan as he scrambles out his seat and flings himself out of the car quickly.
I look at Paris and back at Phelan. “I got this. Stay here.” I mutter and quickly undo my seat belt and make my way out of the car, following Phelan. I jog up to him as he paces around on the shoulder of the road, his hands on his hips, gulping down the air like it’s clearing him, maybe cleansing him of something.
“Phelan?”
“Don’t tell me it wasn’t getting to you either in there, all that energy with feeling entwined in it. So damn negative and angry.” He says turning to face me.
“Yeah, I got it too. You just beat me to doing this, that’s all.” I say enjoying the feel of the wind whipping across my face, my hair flying out behind me, like a black flag of silk.
“Guess we know who the faster twin in then, huh?”
“Or which twin is more patient, right?” I fire back at him.
“Good point.” He concedes. “I never had that before I met you?”
“Had what? The empathic thing?” I ask him.
“Yeah, I mean, not even a little bit. Did you?” He asks curiously as we watch traffic drive past us.
“Yeah, I’ve always had it.” I reply back at him.
Phelan glances at me and looks away again. “How’d you put up with it, feeling their energy all the time? I mean, it’s like someone pinching my skin repeatedly in there, only on a mental sensation level rather than a physical one.”
I shove my hands in my pockets. “I never really thought about it too much, I just figured, that was how werewolves were, you know. Didn’t realise that a lot of wolves don’t have what I do. I mean, I know alphas that can feel anger off other wolves.”
Phelan looks back at me. “Really? Are they also Dire wolves?”
“No. Paris, Addison, they can get a low level of what it feels like from others.” Pehlan looks back towards and car and back at me. “But I don’t think it’s anything like what we’ve got.” Phelan nods his head in understanding.
“But I’ve never been confined in such a small damn space with such concentrated feeling before either. That was suffocating me too.” I state honestly at him. “I’m going to tell them and pull them all up on it. It’s the only way we’ll all get through driving for the next seven hours.”
We’re so wrapped up in our conversation and coping with not drawing in sensation, from exposure to the purity of this ability we both share, that is now even more prominent than previously for me and new for Phelan, that it takes a moment to realise two cars have pulled up on to the shoulder of the road behind Phelan and I.
We both turn at the same time to watch as all the car doors on both cars open and six males and two females get out and stand beside their respective cars, starring at us.
“Norden’s wolves.” Phelan utters softly at me from the corner of his mouth. We stand side by side, I pull my hands out of my pockets and Phelan stays where he is beside me, hands still on his hips.
Phelan, we can take the first two. The guys in the car will come in like a second wave, if we instruct them to. I say to Phelan telepathically.
I like those odds. Phelan replies inside my head.
Paris, you guys need to stay out of sight until we give you a signal. I direct towards Paris You should coordinate the second wave from the car if it looks like we can’t handle this.
The female driver of the first car slams her car door closed and walks, casually, arrogantly confident towards us. She’s wearing an afghan coat that goes to her knees and looks right at home out of the 70’s with its white fur trim along the edges and cuffs of it.
I’m on it. Paris replies back to me. This bitch looks like she is itching for a fight and barely holding back.
“Mine.” I sate as Phelan in a low voice.
He steps back a few paces and I watch as the female walks over to me. Stopping just short of me. Her blue eyes look over my shoulder at Phelan retreating and she smirks. She has dirty blonde dreadlocks that go to her shoulders, she’s wearing a black, tight, cropped top and leather pants. I can’t help but wonder what rock she crawled out from under.
Phelan? I seek my twin telephonically while looking ahead at the blonde werewolf female before me.
She laughs, her eyes falling back on me. “You’re not much to look at are you?”
Yeah, Bg I’m here.
I let her talk. All the evil guys have that right, right? “All the talk I heard about you and for what? You look pathetic, little and weak, like that runt back there.” She says jerking her chin upwards to indicate Phelan behind me, backing away.
I want you to have a running shot at this whore.
I
feel his laughter in my head. Phelan replies, ready when you are.
“Get in the car? Both of you.” She says at me like that’s supposed to be a command I’ll just obey.
“And here I heard that Canadians were polite as hell.” I reply back at her not moving.
“Get in the car, please.” She repeats back at me. “No need for it to get messy.”
I grin back at her.
Phelan,
“Sweetheart,” I say back at her.
Count to three and its go time, send the boys after you. I direct my silent message to my twin brother.
“I’m from New York, all we do is messy.”
She growls at me unhappily, as the crunch of Phelan’s boots on the gravel on the side of the road, can be heard getting louder. She glances briefly over my shoulder, thinking he is coming to my rescue. But that’s not what he’s going to do. I send him a picture of what I want him to do from my mind to his.
The Canadian she-wolf lunges for me, as if to grab me.
Drop. Phelan instructs me at the same time in my mind.
The boys pour out of the car at the same time. All of Norden’s wolves ready themselves for the fight. At the same time, I drop down into a crouch, I feel Phelan’s feet run up my back, two steps and he uses me to cover the distance between us and her.
Leaping at the dreadlocked werewolf, scissor kicking her square in the jaw. I hear the bones crack and break before she’s even hit the ground.
By the time she’s landed, Phelan has landed gracefully light and ready, hand down on the grown, in a balanced landing, his head up.
I move up and we are again side by side and the boys are right behind us, ready for the fight. Temperament is barely being held onto, werewolf teeth are being bared, claws are on display, and growls are beginning to drown out the flow of the traffic to the side of us.
Norden’s wolves are ready but hesitant, waiting for some sort of permission or go ahead. Werewolves that either know their place or don’t really have the balls to get into something hard and ugly.
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