by Wendy Stone
I’m not taking any chances.
* * * *
“What the fuck’s going on in here?”
Bray looked up, almost losing his hold on Shurene. The man in the doorway could have been his twin but for the scars that covered Bray’s body. “Wait your fucking turn, Trey. God damn it, now look what you did. You ruined the mood.” He acted as if he was going to push Shurene off him, watching her look of relief before he grabbed her again, pulling her down hard on his cock.
“Oh,” she cried, her body stretched beyond what she’d thought possible.
“Nope,” Bray growled. “Guess I was wrong. My mood’s just fine. You liking my mood, baby?” He grabbed Shurene’s hips, forcing her to move over him.
“God,” she cried, every thrust of his huge body sending shivers of pleasure even through the pain of his ripping into her.
“Oh, look at them titties,” Trey leered, reaching out and running his fingers over Shurene’s nipples. He twisted one harshly, watching her reaction as she gasped and began to move over Bray of her own volition. “I think she likes having these pretty titties played with.”
“I always knew she’d be a hot piece once she had a real bull to ride.” Bray grabbed her ass in his big hands, mauling each cheek. He left finger sized welts on her skin. Welts that would change to black bruises, reminding her of this nightmarish pleasure.
“You think you’re a real bull,” Trey laughed. “Baby, he’s the runt of the family. Wait until you have me. I’ll leave that pussy of yours so stretched out, you won’t be able to settle for less than one of us.” He smacked Bray on top of his massive head. “Drag her ass into the back. Let’s do her like we did that waitress that one night.”
“You mean that black-haired pussy?” Bray asked, already pulling Shurene off his massive cock. “I think that bitch finally got the meaning of being horny.”
Trey snorted, even as he lifted the latch on the back end. He pushed a bunch of Bray’s possessions aside; yanking down his pants to expose a cock that was even bigger than his brother’s, if that was possible. Lying down, he let his legs hang over the back end, spreading them so that Shurene could reach him.
“Now, you’re going to suck Trey’s dick and I’m going to fuck you from behind. You bite him and I’m going to forget which hole I’m fucking, you understand me?”
“Don’t worry about mating,” Trey sneered. “Rhinos wouldn’t have a Jackal bitch in their herd. Now, you play really nice with Trey, Junior. here and maybe when we’re done with you, we’ll make sure you can still walk. If not… What did happen with that waitress we double teamed, Bray?”
“They sewed her together but she ain’t so pretty anymore.” He scooted up behind Shurene, pushing on the back of her head until she bent over Trey, taking the huge head of his cock between her lips. “Nice and easy there, baby. I’d hate to knock your teeth down your throat if you bit him.” He watched her for a minute as she bobbed her head over his brother, enjoying the show. “Use your hands more. Trey, he likes a hand job almost as much as getting blown.”
“She’s got a hot mouth, Bray,” Trey growled, grabbing Shurene’s hair and pulling it back away from her face. Her lips were stretched around his cock, her mouth opened wide. Tears of pain slid down her face. “I think she needs fingered. She don’t look like she’s enjoying this much.”
“It ain’t no fun unless you come, too, bitch,” Bray whispered in her ear, leaning over her even as his hand slid between her legs, his finger finding her clit and rubbing it with a gentleness that shocked her.
“Yep, she’s lubricatin’ again. She must be a real sick bitch to get off on fucking two Rhino bulls in the back end of a Hummer.” Bray began to laugh. “There you go, Jackal bitch. Give my brother a hummer in my Hummer.” He used his fingernail, flicking the kernel hard bud of her clit in a way that made her squeal around his brother’s cock.
“Oh yeah, that’s the way. But I think she needs some leverage to get more in her mouth.” Trey planted his feet on the ground, his huge thighs supporting Shurene’s weight as Bray lifted her hips, getting her in line for his cock. “There you go,” he said, grinning as he watched his brother.
Bray moved in slowly, filling Shurene’s sopping pussy with every inch of Rhino meat he had. He could feel the tip of his glans grinding against something inside of her and grinned. “She might even be able to take Ray.”
“Yeah, too bad he ain’t here tonight. Maybe we should save him some and take her home in a doggie bag.”
“Doggie, jackal, what’s the difference?” Bray grunted, pulling out slowly and then thrusting hard. He saw one of Shurene’s hands slip off his brother’s thigh, fisting against the Hummer floor. “Squeal for me, bitch,” he growled, his hand dragging her further on to him.
“Her voice box ain’t got much air getting to it, Bray. Give her a minute or so.” Trey reached out, grabbing Shurene’s pretty white-blonde hair. Holding it like a handle, he started bobbing her head up and down on his cock. “Fuck! Her mouth is good. Now I know why Jake wouldn’t trade her.”
“Jakey boy wasn’t too smart but he had damn good taste when it came to pussy. Even the panther kind.”
Shurene began making noises, shaking her head at their words as much as she could with her mouth filled the way it was. Her fingers dragged against Trey’s thighs, leaving red nail marks that just made the huge Rhino laugh.
“I don’t think she likes us talking about her mate that way, even if he is dead. Asshole should have paid us instead of taking our Maj for himself and his sluts.” Bray moved faster, the struggles that she was putting up just making him more aroused. “Yeah baby, keep doing that. You’ll have old Bray here spraying his spunk in you real quick.”
“You never could last,” Trey growled, his hips moving under Shurene’s mouth.
“I’m not the only one,” Bray groaned. He jerked against her harder, his hand reaching around and finding her clit nestled in the wet flesh of her pussy, rubbing quick wet circles around it. He laughed at her squeals. Her pussy muscles tried to clench down against him, but she was stretched too tight. “She’s coming, Trey. The bitch is coming on my cock.”
“Oh fuck!” Trey growled, his body shaking as he emptied his balls into the jackal’s mouth. He heard her gag on his spendings, laughing at her struggles even as he spurted more inside of her.
“Hold her, Trey. Hold her good and tight.” Bray smacked Shurene’s ass with his hand, then his thighs smacked against the welt as he jack-hammered into her. His breath was coming out in harsh pants and his eyes were closed. “I’m going to fill her up good, Trey. Gonna fill her up…GOOD!” he roared, slamming into her one last time, his entire body tightening to a stiff arch.
* * * *
Shurene spat the foul tasting rhino cum out of her mouth. Her entire body ached badly. How had this all gone so wrong so quickly? What were they saying about Jake, her mate, the one she’d loved with everything she had to give?
The beast in her wanted to rise up, kill both Trey and Bray for the rape they’d just put her through. But you enjoyed it, spoke an insidious little voice in her head. Her expression turned sullen as she tried to pull away from Bray. So what if she’d enjoyed it? So what if she could still feel the spasms that had her toes twitching and her body singing? She hadn’t wanted it.
“Let me go!” she growled, reaching back and pushing at Bray. He was like a steel wall, his massive body not giving an inch as he collapsed over her, mashing her once more into Trey’s groin. “Mother fucking moronic rhinos, let me go!”
Even soft, Bray’s cock didn’t fall out of her, reaching further inside than any other she’d ever had hard. He finally managed to rouse himself, pulling away but forcing her to be still as he watched his spunk slide down her legs. Her insides felt so stretched out, she never thought to be the same. She managed to turn, the snarl on her face animalistic. “Don’t you fucking touch me again.”
The two rhino brothers reached down and yanked up their pants, laughing
at the look on her face. “Baby, if we wanted to touch you, you couldn’t stop us,” Trey chuckled, reaching out to flick at her nipple.
She hissed, the sound turning to a growl as her paw came up. Sharp claws slashed at him.
“Nice reflexes,” Trey laughed, rolling his eyes toward his brother. “Did you ever find out what she wanted in the first place?”
Bray laughed. “Didn’t think it necessary. Besides, will all that pretty blonde hair and that sweet little pussy, listening to her talk wasn’t high on my list, you know?”
“Yeah.” Trey eyed her casually. “She fucked us good, though. Maybe we should at least ask.”
“You think I’d ask you for your help now?” Shurene was furious. If her legs weren’t shaking so badly she was afraid she’d fall, she’d be headed back toward her car to find her pack. Instead, she could only stand there and hope she didn’t make a fool of herself.
“You said something about Wolfe and that fucker that heads the panthers.”
“I also said something about Kadian James, but you weren’t interested in listening when I wanted to talk, so why should I talk now?”
Trey glanced at Bray. “Well, we could always fuck you again. I can bet that ass of yours will be nice and juicy around my cock.”
Shurene glared at them. “You wouldn’t dare…” she hissed before seeing the look in their eyes. “No!”
“Then maybe you should try talking. Keep us amused that way and maybe we won’t take you home with us and save your ass for Ray.” Bray stepped forward, pushing her back against the Hummer, laughing as she tried to fight off his big hands. “Start talking, jackal bitch.”
“My name is Shurene,” she snarled, pushing his hand away from her sore breast. “Fine, just back off!”
“Talk.” Bray didn’t step back but he did move her a bit more between himself and Trey. “Make it good, Trey’s really quick at recovering.”
“The panthers are celebrating a mating tomorrow. They’ll all be gathered at Lukah Alexandros’s estate. Nashe Wolfe is catering and also a guest. His girl, a human, will be there as well.”
“What about Kadian James?” Bray asked, his hand idly toying with her nipple, brushing his thumb over the small tip.
Shurene flinched, feeling Trey against her ass, his jeans rubbing against the welts left from Bray’s hands. “I would almost bet he’ll be there as well. He’s a good friend of Alexandros and of Nashe Wolfe. He’s in town, why wouldn’t he go to the mating?”
The feel of one of those huge hands wrapping around her throat made Shurene’s eyes widen in fear. She tried to hide it, but knew Bray could see it.
“You’ve lied to us before, you and your mate and his brother. Why should we believe anything you have to say now?” His thumb caressed her jaw, lifting her until she stood on tiptoes, her hands wrapped around his wrist.
“They killed Jake,” she whispered. “They stole everything from us. I want them dead.”
Trey laughed. “Your mate killed himself with that shit he was doing.” He looked at his brother, reaching behind him and picking up a hunting knife. Pulling it from the sheath, he started to clean his nails with the sharp tip of the blade.
Shurene tried to shake her head, her expression one of disbelief and anger. “Nashe Wolfe and Lukah Alexandros killed my mate. They wrecked my club last night and they gave Chris to Kadian James. I want them dead. I want their mates killed. I want them to know pain like the pain they gave me.”
“Stubborn bitch, ain’t she?” Trey turned the blade over in his hands. He finally stuck it back in its case, tossing it into a small tackle box. “Maybe we should give her a little taste of what killed Jake?”
Bray snickered, slowly lowering her back to her feet. His hand slid down the front of her body, finally resting against the soft fur that covered her mound, sliding his finger back and forth in her wetness. “You’ll like it,” he said softly, reaching for the tiny red pill his brother handed him. “This is Maj.”
“I don’t want it,” Shurene growled. “I don’t do that shit.”
“Do you want our help?”
“Yeah,” she said grudgingly. Her pack wouldn’t go up against anyone with the strength of the Panthers, not even for their leader.
“Then you’ll shut up and do this.”
Shurene growled helplessly, finally opening her mouth and putting out her tongue. Bray glanced back at Trey who shook his head. “Oh no, baby. Not there.”
They tipped her backward into the truck, spreading her legs and opening her. Trey took the red pill, placing it on the tip of his wide finger. “Open wide baby, her comes the train,” he said, making little choo-choo noises. Then he thrust his finger into her pussy, sliding right up into the sloppy mixture of his brother’s leavings and Shurene’s own spendings.
Dropping his jeans once more, he smiled down at the startled jackal. “Let’s just make sure that dissolves good, shall we?”
With one push, he was inside of her, laughing as Shurene screamed.
* * * *
Terry nudged Marissa, saying goodbye and turning back to her mate. Her mate. The word was so unfamiliar, so strange sounding to her. It would take a while for her to get used to it. She could see him watching her, those beautiful green eyes running over her beast form with admiration and pleasure.
What are we? she asked him suddenly, stepping back into the underbrush and feeling him at her side.
I once tried to figure it out. There’s just no easy or appealing mixture of the two names. I mean, wanther sounds kind of like someone’s jacking off and polf? It sounds like a fucking lap dog. I’ve never been anyone’s idea of a lap dog.
Terry laughed, the idea of Nashe curling up in some white-haired old lady’s lap pretty ridiculous. You could be my lap dog, she offered, nipping at him teasingly. Then she took off, running through the brush with him on her heels.
This is amazing , she thought back at him, enthralled by the way it felt to be so wild, so free. Why would you ever want to be human?
Because we are human as well as beast, Nashe thought, bounding around her. Follow me.
They ran through the night air, playing teasing games of tag and follow the leader. Nashe skidded to a halt in a small clearing covered in wild flowers and soft grass. Changing, he fell back into the grass, his eyes following his mate as she padded up to him.
“Come here, baby,” he growled, holding out his arms.
She bounded over to him, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and covering his face with wet swipes. He laughed, holding her away with one hand. “You know what I mean,” he chuckled.
Terry lay down next to him, pillowing her head against his chest. Her icy-blue eyes looked up at him and she let her tongue hang out, panting. When he growled, she winked at him, stretching out and letting the change happen slowly. Her legs changed first, her long, silky limbs rubbing against his.
Her hips were next and then her body and her arms. Finally, her face. By that time she had risen above him, her lips finding his. “I love you,” she muttered softly against his mouth.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “Say it again. I don’t think I can hear it enough.”
“I love you, Nashe Wolfe. Since you’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives, you’re probably going to get tired of hearing me say it.”
“Oh, maybe in a millennia or so,” he teased, his hands flat on her back and following the curve of her body all the way to her ass. “It’ll take me twice that to get tired of this ass.”
“So you’re after me for my body. I knew it!” She made to get up, giggling when he growled and held her against him, squeezing the firm cheeks of her bottom.
“You ain’t going anywhere, now that I’ve got you here.” He moved under her, letting her feel the length of his erect cock against her stomach. “I’ve got my own nefarious plan of things I’m going to do to you tonight.”
“Nefarious?” she giggled. “How come I can believe that?”
“Kiss me,” he ordered, groaning when
she just looked down at him.
“Kiss me what?”
“Kiss me…Now!” he said, rolling over in the grass with her and pinning her beneath him. His hand rose to catch her chin, holding her still. “I have you now, my pretty.”
Terry burst out laughing just as his lips touched hers. Her giggles made him raise his head in disgust.
“What now?”
“My brain supplied the last part of that sentence. And your little dog too,” she cackled. “You’d be cute with a green nose and a wart.”
“One of these days I’m going to introduce you to some witches, my love. Then you can ask them about the green skin and warts.”
“There are real, honest-to-goodness witches…mmpff.”
His lips shut her up, his tongue dipping into her mouth to find hers and rub and touch. Nashe explored her mouth thoroughly, kissing her until the world spun around them. When he lifted his head, Terry moaned, her head rising as she tried to recapture his lips.
“Now I have your attention,” he whispered.
“Oh yeah,” Terry agreed, pushing on his shoulder until he rolled to his back. She came up on her knees, straddling his hips, mouth trailing over the line of his throat, nibbling on his collarbone. Her hands were ever busy, roaming his skin, exploring the wide plane of his chest, the rippled muscles of his abdomen. “Did anyone ever tell you that you are seriously ripped?” she murmured as she tickled his nipples with her tongue.
“It’s part of the were package,” he groaned. “You’ll see, none of us look like couch potatoes.”
Terry seemed to think that over, grinning as she moved down to his stomach, trying to nip at his skin. Instead, her teeth scraped over him, making him laugh.
“Oh my, Nashe Wolfe is ticklish,” Terry grinned, letting her fingers trail down his sides. He squirmed under her, finally grabbing her hands in his. Terry switched tactics, bending down and taking his erect cock in her mouth.
