House was in the leader’s tent talking about things too important for women. Daisy had been included which pissed her off somewhat, but then Daisy wasn’t really a chick. She was a warrior and the Rizeigat knew it.
After clambering over rust-colored rocks and circling around the herd of camels, goats and horses along with their herders, she found a spot sheltered by an overhang and the most twisted, stunted tree she’d ever seen. Thick leaves covered it along with strange flat beans. Its roots ran into and under the stream so it was thriving.
Casting one look over her shoulder, she slipped the burqa over her head and then the purple and green flowered dress. After unbraiding her stiff hair, she took off the bra and panties, and sat in the shallow water, bar of soap in one hand, wash rag in the other.
The water was cold. She forced herself to sit in it. As she grew accustomed to it, she soaped up her body and bent over to soap her hair. She was hunched over on her knees trying to rinse it in the shallow water when a man cleared his throat. Fear stabbed into her so sharply, she almost swallowed her tongue. Slinging the wet hair over her shoulder, she gouged the soap out of her eyes and looked through the resulting haze to see House standing at the edge of the water.
“Who told you this was a good idea?”
“No one,” she stuttered as she crawled to the water’s edge and grabbed her burqa to cover her nakedness. “I asked for the soap and a wash cloth and came up here by myself.”
She wiped her eyes clear of soap and stared into his handsome face. “You should have told me,” he said. “We’ve been attacked twice. Did you happen to notice? This is a dangerous land.”
Conscious of her nudity, she sat on a flat rock with her feet in the water and her back to him. “My clothes are stiff with sweat and I smell. I needed to get clean to feel like a human again.”
“All of us are filthy and all of our clothes are stiff with sweat. This is the desert. The men stink and the women reek. It’s the way things work out here.”
The cold water swirling around her feet had her shivering as she sat in the shade of the only tree for miles. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
Strong hands lifted her by the shoulders and turned her. “You’re beautiful in the daylight,” he said in a low, husky voice as he enveloped her in his huge arms.
She felt vulnerable and quivered inside his embrace. Far away, she heard the strange honk of a camel as he lifted her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. They gleamed silvery gray in the afternoon sunlight filtering between the leaves of the stunted tree. When he kissed her, her legs turned to jelly and he had to hold her up with those massive arms.
He reached down to cup the left cheek of her ass and lift her up to his height.
“I hope I’m not disturbing you.” Daisy’s voice dripped with venom and sarcasm as she stepped out from behind the tree.
Sarah pushed House away and stood naked, her nipples stiff, her body gleaming in the shining light of day. Without hesitating, she walked the two feet separating her from Daisy and inserted herself into Daisy’s embrace. She reached up and boldly pulled Daisy’s head down. When she kissed Daisy, the warrior woman’s lips were hard, but their fullness quickly softened and Daisy grabbed her and pulled her tight as she kissed her hard.
“Wait a minute,” House growled.
Sarah turned and looked at him, Daisy’s hand on her breast. “I know you’ve been dying to see Daisy’s rack,” she said. “Daisy, show him.”
The atmosphere between the three of them was suddenly charged with intense sexual energy. House lifted an eyebrow. Daisy tilted her head and slowly began pulling off her body armor.
Sarah moved to House, pulled his T-shirt out of his pants and slid her hands under his shirt and across the hardest, flattest abs she’d ever seen. She ran her hands across pecs that bulged, the nipples hard nubs, then slid her hands across the taught skin to pull the shirt over his head. When his shirt was off, she moved to unbutton and unzip his pants. She felt him suck in his breath.
“Holy shit,” he gasped.
Sarah turned to see Daisy dropping her sports bra into a growing pile of clothing. Her firm breasts stuck straight out, the nipples erect, long and dark red. Sarah smiled and moved toward Daisy. She looked over her shoulder. “Pants,” she snapped at House. “Get ’em off.”
She couldn’t keep her hands off Daisy’s breasts. The hard nipples pressed into her palms as she caressed them. When she dropped her head to suck each one and nip the tip, Daisy groaned.
“What are you doing?” Daisy breathed.
“I’m not a bone to fight over. I love you both, so let’s share.”
She unbuttoned Daisy’s pants and slipped her hand inside the khakis and the underwear. “Boots,” she whispered into Daisy’s ear as she cupped Daisy’s sex and slipped a finger between the folds. The exotic feel of another woman’s pussy made Sarah moan. Sarah opened her legs as Daisy grabbed her entire sex in her hand and squeezed. “Boots,” Sarah repeated.
House came up behind her and she felt his erection poking her in the back. Smiling, she turned to see he’d followed her instructions and his glorious body was naked. She lifted her head, grabbed Daisy’s hair and pulled her face close to kiss. “Get naked,” she ordered and turned into House’s waiting arms. He’d laid his clothes out along with her burqa to form a bed.
He lifted her into his arms and kissed her hard, his tongue hot and demanding. She opened her legs and wound them around his waist. Daisy finished undressing and wrapped her arms around her from behind, lifted her breasts and pulled on the nipples as House dropped her necessary inches needed to impale her on his cock.
Daisy’s hands kneaded her butt, pulled the cheeks apart and squeezed them. Sarah felt like her heart was going to explode with joy and sexual excitement. This was a dream she never had but would now never forget.
When Daisy began stroking House’s cock as it slid in and out of her and squeezing her labia around it, she exploded with an orgasm that made her cry out. House shushed her and laid her on the improvised bed. He turned to Daisy as Sarah lay on the bed panting and enjoying the residual effects of her climax. She watched Daisy throw back her head and poke out her chest. House grinned. “That is without a doubt the finest set of tits I have ever seen,” he said as he nodded his head.
Daisy walked one pace closer. “Bet you wanna touch ’em.”
House nodded. “Indeed I do.”
“No man has touched me since I left the barrio. You know how I roll.”
Sarah propped herself up on one elbow. “Lie down beside me, I want to suck your pussy until you scream.”
“Sarah!” House shook his head. “Such language from a lady.”
“Come on,” Sarah said. “Let him touch them and then sit on my face.”
Daisy laughed. “You know how insane this is? We could be attacked at any moment.”
“You guys can fight off anyone,” Sarah said. “I doubt if I’ve ever been safer.”
House put one hand on Daisy’s shoulder and drew her closer. “Best rack ever,” he whispered as he lifted Daisy’s breasts and stroked them. Sarah could see his cock throbbing against Daisy’s belly.
* * * *
Daisy was so confused. She couldn’t take her eyes off Sarah, naked, spread legs, wet, pink sex calling to her, and House, standing in front of her hard and ready. She didn’t do men, but this was House. They’d been partners and friends for four years. She trusted no man like she trusted him. And he obviously loved Sarah. She read it in his every gesture, yet he was standing back and inviting Daisy to share her. The dilemma was acute but her traitorous body was unbearably aroused.
She allowed House to stroke her breasts, but she never took her eyes off Sarah, lying on the makeshift bed, her nostrils expanded, her hand now stroking her own open pussy. Daisy’s swollen sex dripped juice down the insides of her thighs.
She pushed House gently aside and dropped to her knees between Sarah’s open legs. House knelt behind her and lift
ed her breasts. He kissed her neck and she shivered as her excitement level rose. If Sarah wanted this, she would play.
Straddling Sarah, she pushed her own sex hard against Sarah’s and kissed her. House lay down beside them and grabbed her ass. Sarah tugged on her. “Sit on my face,” she insisted.
It sounded like a great idea. She eased up and squatted over Sarah’s face. Sarah’s hands were greedy, grabbing her ass and pulling her down closer to her mouth. Daisy felt House behind her, holding her steady as Sarah grabbed her clit in her mouth and sucked while her fingers delved the depths of Daisy’s sex.
This experience was like no other. Sarah grunted as House lifted her legs and shoved his cock inside her. Sarah never slowed her flicking tongue. She had Daisy’s sex screaming for release when House leaned over her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “Can I fuck you?” he whispered into her ear.
“Let him, Daisy,” Sarah urged. “I want to watch. You can eat me while he gets you from behind.”
It was all so crazy. Daisy allowed House to pull her onto her knees. Sarah lay displayed below her. She saw the pink open flesh and moaned. When House penetrated her, she was already tonguing Sarah’s clit. In her mind, House was just a big chick with a strap-on. When she thought of it this way, she started trembling with desire and arousal like she’d never known. Sarah held her face still with both hands while she ground her sex against Daisy’s face. House’s huge cock pounded into her touching all the right spots and she collapsed as her climax tore through her.
House pulled his still-erect cock out of Daisy who slowly fell into a soggy heap beside Sarah. All the starch had suddenly been removed from her legs and arms. She felt…she felt satiated. But House was not.
House looked at the two women lying beneath him. In his entire life, he’d never expected to be in a three-way and if he had a last person on earth to be in that never expected event, it would have been Daisy. Her rack was flawless. Every man on earth was horribly deprived because they’d never seen it and never would. He felt truly honored. And Sarah, when he looked at her, his heart leaped inside his chest with love.
Trembling with the need to finish, House tried to figure out what to do next. This was a new experience. He didn’t know the proper protocol. Sarah supplied his answer. She sat up and took his rigid organ into her mouth. Her blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she giggled. “But I always wanted to do this.”
She wrapped one hand around the base and licked it like a lollipop. House closed his eyes and groaned. She had no idea what she was doing to him. When he opened his eyes and saw her pink tongue darting in and out as she licked, he felt close to exploding.
“Suck,” he gasped.
She put the entire thing in her mouth and did as he ordered. Stopping for a second, she looked into his eyes. “Like that?”
He marveled at her beauty and nodded like a giant dummy. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth.
Daisy decided to help. “This ain’t my usual gig, but it looks fun,” she said.
Daisy lifted his balls and tickled his taint with one finger. House closed his eyes and leaned into the blow job. When it suddenly stopped he opened his eyes. Sarah was on her knees getting ready to mount him. Daisy moved behind her and pulled Sarah into her lap. She opened Sarah’s legs and House fell between them. Daisy kissed Sarah’s neck and lifted her breasts, stroking them and pinching the nipples as House plunged into Sarah’s heat. Too close to make it last long, he shot off almost immediately.
When he ejaculated, Sarah and Daisy both laughed and the three of them ended in a group hug. They lay together, legs and arms entwined for several minutes enjoying this rare moment of peace and fulfillment, then Sarah sat up and pushed both of them toward the little creek. “Wash,” she ordered. “You both stink.”
Chapter 12
“What’s the plan?” Daisy asked as House stood up, shook water out of his hair, and began pulling his clothes out of the pile.
House lifted his gaze from tying his boot. “For what?”
Sarah dug through the pile and found her underwear. “What I want to know is what are you two?”
Daisy’s eyes met House’s gaze. He shrugged. They might as well tell her. She pretty well knew anyway. “Show her Daisy.”
Daisy was still naked. She rolled onto her knees and swiftly morphed into a black wolf with the red streak from her hair cutting across the wolf’s head. She sat back on her haunches and threw back her head. “Don’t!” House ordered. “We don’t need to call attention to ourselves by stampeding the livestock.”
Sarah’s eyes were as round as dinner plates. “You can do this, too?” She asked him as Daisy morphed back into a woman.
He nodded.
“I can’t believe it. Werewolves are real?”
“As real as it gets,” House said.
“How does it work? This is beyond weird. The Rizeigat know, don’t they?”
“It’s who we are, Sarah. My father is a werewolf.”
“And the Rizeigat?”
“They suspect. Abdulla’s hinted around. He won’t say anything, but he knows. They all saw us attack the Misseriya. They saw us as wolves.”
“What will they do?” Daisy asked.
Sarah answered her. “The Rizeigat revere the spirits of all animals. They worshipped these spirits before they became Muslims. I believe they secretly still perform many of the old rituals. Abdulla’s wife, Hanifa, wears a wolf’s head carved out of wood and painted gold around her neck. There are no wolves in the Sudan, however there is a rare breed of golden wolves in Ethiopia, but the Rizeigat are more inclined to worship lions and cheetahs and big snakes. At least that’s what I heard,” she added.
House finished tying his boots and motioned to Daisy to shift back. “We have a little time. Let’s try to make a plan.”
When they were all dressed, House gathered them close. “I don’t think the Company is coming for us. I can use Nasr’s sat phone and call for a pickup, but it’ll turn into a race between al Qaida and the Company as to who gets here first because I feel sure Nasr’s phone is a trap.”
“If we don’t call for a pickup, what do we do?”
“We don’t have a lot of options. We’re at least five hundred klicks from Mogadishu across some of the most dangerous, war-torn ground in the world if not the most dangerous. Walking is just not on the table.”
“Camels?” Sarah said.
“Same thing, only instead of being killed because we’re white people, we’ll be killed because we own camels and we’re white people.”
“We can continue to hang with the Rizeigat, but that doesn’t get the package delivered or solve any problems.”
“The sat phone is gonna drop a bomb on these poor people,” Daisy said. “Many could die in another attack.”
“I know,” House said. “But it’s our only option. I could go on a run with it and call in the coordinates, if I knew where the fuck we are. But I don’t.”
“Does the phone have a GPS feature?” Sarah asked. “You could get the coordinates and then you could go on the run.”
“Just turning on the phone could alert al Qaida,” House said. “But it’s a decent idea, Sarah.” He smiled at her feeling love for her filling his heart. He reached out and ran his hand along the smooth skin of her arm. She returned his smile with a shy one of her own.
Daisy snorted. “You guys need to stop or I’m gonna hurl.”
Sarah punched Daisy’s arm. “Come on, Daisy, lighten up.” Sarah leaned over and kissed Daisy’s lips. House had to fight the urge to growl. This sharing thing was not going to be permanent. Once they were out of here, it was over. Sarah was his.
House stood up and pulled the girls to their feet. “Let’s get back to camp before they think we ran away.”
* * * *
The sun was a huge orange ball on the golden horizon when they reached the camp. The Rizeigat shielded their gaze from the three by looking away as they walked past the h
erd of camels, between the tents and into their own. Though they glanced away as they passed, Sarah felt their eyes following them after they’d walked by. They knew what House and Daisy were and they were either stricken with awe or scared to death…or maybe a little of both.
Sarah didn’t know what she thought. She had yet to see House shift, but she believed he could and knew she’d seen him in his wolf body the night the Misseriya attacked. It was a lot to absorb. She needed some space, some time by herself to mull over her recent experiences.
His attentions to her were so intense, she was a little afraid. It was one of the reasons she clung to Daisy. As long as Daisy was involved, House had to maintain some distance. She was pretty sure if Daisy was out of the picture, House would never allow her to go anywhere or do anything by herself.
As if to illustrate this thought, once they were inside the tent, House grabbed Daisy’s arm and pointed at Sarah. “You stay in here,” he ordered.
She looked him straight in the eye. “No, House, I’m hungry and we all need food. If I don’t help the women prepare it, we might be left out.”
House snorted. “I doubt that. Abdulla will see we are fed no matter what.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “I’ll be with the women. How much trouble can I get into there?”
House relented. “Fine, we’ll escort you and then we’ll go talk to Abdulla.”
“No you won’t, I can find the kitchen tent by myself.”
She threw back her shoulders and stalked away from him and Daisy. They both stood and watched until she neared the cook fires. Hanifa turned to greet her, and Sarah noticed the wolf amulet had tiny yellow gems for eyes. The older woman spouted a long spate of instructions to the other women and touched Sarah’s shoulder. “Greetings sister, come into the tent and I will bring you food.”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up under the heavy veil. This was different. Somehow her status with the tribe had undergone an upgrade.
* * * *
House and Daisy found the men sitting outside around a fire fueled by the gnarled dead limbs of one of the stunted trees of this area. Abdulla beckoned for him and Daisy. They took a seat beside him and a strange member of the tribe stood up. Abdulla leaned over to speak to House. “That is Mohamed Fadi the Marabout for the Rizeigat. We know you two are powerful werewolves. We have seen this and we bow before you. The Rizeigat do not shapeshift but open themselves to possession by the spirits of the golden wolf. It is said in our history that we once had this ability. But we lost it and now the golden wolf is our tribe’s totem.”
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