He looked back at Wra just as the demon started to turn toward the women. Roger leaped at the gang members following Wra. They turned on Roger and beat at him with their fists as they kicked out with their booted feet.
The men who held the women moved in front of Wra again. They used the women to shield Wra, who backed away.
Trav saw that Roger was almost overwhelmed by the number of gang members dragging him down beneath their pummeling blows. Determined to save Jen, Valerie, and Roger, Trav put himself in grave danger, leaping into the mass of fighters. With the determined help of Chris and Joe, Mark and Tom, and Jeff and Ry, Trav strove with all his strength to defeat the gang members. He slashed at them with his canine teeth with the speed of his wolf side.
At last, the gang turned away from the fight, releasing and shoving Jen and Valerie toward Trav, Roger, and the other men determined to rescue them.
Jen was free, and Roger was racing toward her to protect her. Chris and Joe raced toward Valerie at the same time.
Trav heard a roar of rage unlike anything he’d ever heard before. He instantly turned toward the ear-shattering sound. Wra was racing toward Trav in his giant bear shape. Trav was aware of Wra’s mob turning to join Wra in their gray wolf shapes.
Trav gathered himself and leaped for Wra’s throat. He held on to him with his wolf forearms around Wra’s neck and sank his canines into Wra’s soft flesh, squeezing his windpipe. Wra’s raging roar lessened in volume as Trav held tight. Wra’s huge bear paws swiped at Trav’s wolf body, trying to push Trav off him. But Trav held tight.
At last Wra sank to the ground, catching his huge bear shape on all four paws. Trav heard Wra groan and thought he must be defeated at last.
Trav let go of the huge neck and hurried out of the way. Deciding it was safe to change back to his human form, Trav shifted as the other agents joined him. Wra’s gang members ran from the scene, disappearing in all directions.
Wra suddenly shifted to his human form and whirled away, drops of his blood spattering the boulders. He ran from the scene of the battle upward along a ridge, heading for the top of the red rock hill.
“Get him,” Roger shouted.
Trav took off after Wra at a run, his now human form not as swift as his wolf shape. He didn’t want to risk shifting. He needed to keep his attention on Wra. He couldn’t let him get away. The demon had inhuman strength.
Trav heard others following behind him. He chanced a quick glance back and saw Roger ten feet behind him with Jen close on his heels.
“I couldn’t stop her,” Roger yelled to Trav.
Trav knew that as much as he wanted to catch Wra and put him away forever, Jen and Roger were more important. Trav couldn’t let anything happen to them. As fast as he could go, he followed Wra up the red rock hill. Soon, Roger and Jen caught up and joined him. Mark and Tom were close behind them with Jeff and Ry. Mike and Luke followed.
Up ahead of them, Wra crossed back and forth over rockslides, which made it difficult to gain on him. They were forced to run across a rockslide of boulders so they didn’t lose sight of him.
Suddenly the slide changed to loose rock and began to move downward with the three of them in the middle of it. Roger made the best headway and passed Trav.
Jen couldn’t seem to get her footing and slid downward as the rock moved under her. She looked up at Trav. He was half a dozen feet ahead of her. When he saw her problem he stopped, shifted and reached for her outstretched hand.
Roger turned and started back to help, but they waved him off.
“Go after that demon,” Trav yelled to Roger.
Chapter Twelve
A strong wind had come up with clouds growing larger by the second above the hill, making it even harder to keep their footing. Trav grabbed Jen’s hands and pulled her out of the slide as he made his way sideways to a more solid area of larger rock. They both stopped and looked up the hill and saw that Wra had changed direction again. Roger was having to cross the slide to keep up with him.
As they watched, Wra shifted to his monstrous bear shape again and moved faster. Roger shifted to his wolf shape again and raced after him.
“Trav!” Jen cried. “When Roger catches up to Wra in his wolf shape, Wra will have the edge in that monstrous bear shape!”
“Roger is strong and fast,” Trav said. “He’ll be all right.” He felt Jen grip his hand tighter. He looked down at her.
She shook her head. “We have to get closer in case Roger needs our help. He’s already hurt you!”
Trav looked down at some thin lines of blood on his body. “They’re just scratches, and I’m already healing. I’m changing to my wolf shape.”
“Please!” she cried. “Promise that you and Roger will stay safe.”
“We will,” Trav agreed. “But we’ll take Wra down however we can.”
Mark and Tom joined them, Mike and Luke close behind them. “We’ll keep Jen safe. Go,” Mark said.
Trav saw Jeff and Ry join them, as well. He hurried as fast as possible up the hill on the edge of the slide. As he drew closer to the top of the promontory, he could see that Roger in his wolf form was close to catching Wra’s bear form. He watched as Roger leaped onto the back of Wra.
Wra spun and swiped Roger from his back. As Roger scrambled to his feet, Wra pounced on him.
The sky turned darker with thick clouds. Thunder exploded. Wra released Roger and ran toward a narrow cave in the side of the rock. As Trav hurried to join Roger, he changed from his wolf form back to his human form.
They followed Wra as he ran along the path into the heart of the red rock hill alone, his pack nowhere around. They went deeper, following him as the air became hotter and damper. They heard his hurried movements ahead of them.
The path slanted upward. They continued to follow Wra’s sounds and track him.
“I haven’t been on this path before,” Roger said softly.
“I haven’t either,” Trav added.
Soon they could feel cooler air and a breeze. Light came from a short distance ahead of them. Then all became quiet. Hurrying along the path, they came closer to more light. Soon they heard the rumble of thunder.
“We must be close to an outlet from this cave,” Roger said.
“I think so,” Trav agreed.
The light brightened, and they came to the opening of the cave on the edge of a cliff where the path curved sharply to the right. The sound of falling rock had them ducking.
Roger looked up in the direction the rock came from. “He’s up there, heading for the top.”
Trav looked up. “He’s trying to push a boulder down to hit us!”
Trav and Roger ducked against the side of the rock face.
The thunderstorm increased in intensity and fury. Thunder blasted almost overhead. Automatically, they ducked at the same time. As lightning struck again, Trav looked up the hill just as Roger did.
A human cry could be heard beneath the deafening crack of thunder that came instantaneously with the lightning bolt. A shapeless form hurtled down the side of the cliff from above them.
“That’s Wra,” Trav shouted against the noise of the storm. They watched the body as it dropped down the side of the hill and hit the ground hard below them at the base of the cliff. The group of agents waited nearby. They stared, at what had happened. Trav was speechless as he looked down at Wra where he had fallen from the path at the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, while they watched, Wra morphed from his huge bear form to his human form. Before he could move, the agents rushed at Wra and pinned his arms behind him. They pulled him to stand.
Trav was surprised to see that the wounds on his throat had stopped bleeding. When Wra made a sudden move to wrench himself from the holds of Jeff and Ry, they held him.
As Jen reached them with Mark and Tom beside her, Roger and Trav stepped in front of Wra. “You’re going to prison,” Roger said.
“You’ll stay there, where scum like you belong, for the rest of your life,” Trav said.
“You’ll never hurt anyone ever again,” Mark said.
Jeff and Ry moved close behind Wra. Jeff held his wrists together behind his back and Ry handcuffed them.
“You’ll never keep me captive,” Wra growled.
“Don’t tempt us,” Joe said, as he and Chris joined them with Valerie between them.
“Let’s get him to the authorities,” Mike said.
They all headed toward the vehicles of the authorities who had just arrived, Wra securely held by Roger and Trav.
Wra was caught, never to prey on the people of Heat Springs or Wolf’s Crossing again.
They returned to their parked vehicles and Trav took his cell from the truck and called the C.P.O. headquarters.
Afterward, Trav and Roger found their clothes and got dressed. Roger’s cuts from the fighting were healing as fast as Trav’s were.
Trav, Roger, and Jen thanked all their friends and fellow agents and headed to their vehicle, glad to be finished and ready to go home. Roger got in the driver’s side and Trav helped Jen in on the passenger’s side. They fastened their seat belts.
Jen looked from Roger to Trav. “I don’t want to ever be separated from you again,” Jen said softly.
Trav and Roger looked at her. She looked back at them, her blue eyes serious.
“I promise,” Trav said.
“I promise, too,” Roger said. “We need to talk, though. I think we have some things that need to be discussed. First though, I know we all want to get washed up.”
* * * *
When they reached the house, they headed for the large shower in Roger’s room.
Quickly stripping and tossing their dusty clothing into a pile to be washed later, they stepped into the shower. Roger turned on the water and adjusted the spray.
With water spraying from three places, one in the center of the shower and two on each end, all three of them could bathe at the same time.
Jen tilted her head back and let the water drench her from the top of her head to her toes. She squeezed liquid soap onto her hands and washed all over, just as Trav and Roger were doing. Before she could rinse off, she felt their big warm hands skimming over her skin, up and down her arms, cupping her breasts, and touching her nipples. Then they knelt in front and behind her and smoothed their hands over her lower half, up and down her legs and between her thighs, delving ever so gently and erotically around her swollen little nub and between her butt cheeks then over and around her puckered rim. She shivered at their pleasure-giving caresses.
Reaching for them, she skimmed her hands over their torsos from chests to bellies and curled her fingers around their hardened cocks, squeezing them in her hands.
“Want to take this to the bed?” Roger asked.
“Yes,” she said eagerly.
“Me, too,” Trav agreed.
“Let’s dry off,” Roger said.
After they all rinsed the soap away, he turned the water off, and they stepped out of the shower onto the soft carpet. He grabbed several towels from a stack nearby on the counter and handed them to Trav and Jen. She could see that their cuts had already healed. They each dried and headed into the bedroom.
She watched them as they headed to a bedside table and each took a small packet from a drawer. They opened the packets and removed condoms. Placing them over the broad heads of their already hardening cocks, they rolled the condoms on.
Roger grabbed a large footstool from beside an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room and placed it at the foot of the bed. “Up you go, babe,” he said and took her hand to help her step up.
She found her balance on the cushion and wondered what he had in mind. Then he knelt in front of her and Trav knelt behind her. Roger took hold of her hips in his hands and pressed kisses over her belly with his firm full lips. She couldn’t restrain a gentle giggle from the tickle of his mouth moving down her belly. He pressed his lips against her folds, and his hot, wet tongue delved inside to her swollen nub. She inhaled swiftly from the pleasure. “My God, Roger, that’s so hot,” she whispered.
He chuckled as he continued to tantalize her sensitive flesh.
She heard Trav fiddling with something behind her, and then she felt cool cream between her butt cheeks as he spread slick gel along her crack and over her sensitive, puckered rim. His thick finger smoothed the gel in circles around her tight opening, and it felt good.
Roger left her and settled himself in the middle of the bed near the foot. Trav helped her down from the footstool.
“Climb on top of me, babe,” Roger said softly.
Trav took her hand and helped her onto the bed. She crawled up along Roger’s thighs, her knees on either side of him. “Stop right there, hon,” Trav said.
Roger was beneath her, and Trav moved behind her. Roger caressed the slickened flesh between her folds and over her nub and delved deeper toward her channel, sliding his fingers up and down that wet, sensitive flesh and around her opening. She moaned with the tantalizing pleasure.
Trav moved close behind her and parted her butt cheeks, rubbing her tight hole with his fingers, making that flesh ache even more in a good way. He cupped one of her breasts with his other hand and teased the nipple, making the flesh between her thighs tighten with aching heat. She felt Trav’s big cock moving against her butt cheeks, and that increased the sweet, hot aches.
Roger slid one finger inside her sheath a little way. “You’re wet and slick, babe. Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Yes,” she hissed, almost overcome by the intense, increasing pleasure they gave her.
“Does that feel all right, hon?” Roger asked her as he positioned the broad head of his hard cock at her opening and pushed slowly and gently inside.
“It feels so good,” she told him.
He pushed deeper inside her needy walls.
Then she felt Trav parting her butt cheeks wider, and his hot, wet tongue touched her tight rim.
She bucked at the erotic sensation. “Oh my God, Trav. That feels incredible.” She’d heard of it before but never experienced it yet, and the heat of his tongue rimming her tight, puckered hole made her contract inside and burn hotter with every circling touch. She didn’t know how much longer she could last. Then his finger replaced his tongue and circled and massaged that aroused flesh.
Roger began to move his cock slowly out and back in as he circled her clit with his fingers. She shivered with the exquisite caresses. She lowered her head toward his chest and licked one nipple, swirling her tongue over his firm flesh.
“God, babe, you’re going to make me come,” Roger said, his voice rough with his arousal. He cupped her other breast and squeezed the nipple.
Heat zinged through her body from her breasts to her abdomen. The ache increased and tightened. She climaxed, her pussy contracting with her orgasm, her whole abdomen slamming hard with aching pleasure, rocketing her through space.
As she gently floated back to earthly awareness, she heard Roger’s soft growl deep in his chest as his climax hit him and his hard cock pumped his cum into the condom he wore, filling it. She felt his contractions and the heat of his cum inside her cunt. More pulses, smaller now, teased her.
She reached behind her and closed her fist around Trav’s hard cock and heard him groan with his pleasure. She slipped her hand slowly from the head to the base and back to the broad helmet. He was as hard as a rock. She traced the ridges and veins of his tightened flesh and curled her fingers around him just beneath the rim. Smoothing one finger over the head, she caressed that sensitive flesh.
His growl rose loud in his chest as he climaxed. With her hand gripping his cock she felt his ejaculation, his cum spurting over and over. It filled the end of the condom, where it pooled. She held on to him until his cock eased and relaxed.
“God, babe, that was sweet,” Trav said, his voice sounding soft and rough as he caught his breath.
“I loved it, too,” she said. �
�That was amazing. Thank you.” She smiled at Trav and then Roger.
“Thank you, babe,” Trav said, and hugged her around her waist as he pressed a warm kiss to the side of her face. She turned her head toward him, and he pressed his firm, warm lips to hers with a gentle kiss.
“Come here, hon,” Roger said, holding his hands out to her. “You really rocked me. Thank you.”
When she bent down to him, he kissed her lips softly and hugged her. She sat up and moved off him with Trav giving her a hand to steady her. “Do you guys want something to eat?” she asked them. “I’m hungry now. It must be close to dinnertime.”
“Dinner sounds good to me,” Trav said.
“Me, too,” Roger agreed.
“Let’s see what we have in the fridge.” She hurried into the bathroom to grab a soft bathrobe.
She was slipping into the robe just as one of their cell phones rang. She walked back into the bedroom. Roger said hello to whoever had called. She paused to hear what he had to say.
“Dinner? That sounds great. We’d love to. See you in a little while.” Roger put his cell back on the bedside table.
“That was Austin,” Roger said. “They’re catering dinner at Mike’s house tonight for everyone who was involved in defeating Wra and his gang. They’d love it if we could come.”
Jen looked from Roger to Trav. They were waiting for her to say something. “I think we should definitely have dinner with them. We can have a light snack now so we don’t spoil our appetite.”
Roger grinned at her, and Trav smiled at her. “I doubt that anything could spoil our appetite,” Roger said.
“I sort of doubt that, as well,” she said and smiled at them. “What time should we be at Mike’s?”
“Austin said about six.”
“Then we just have time for a snack.” She turned and headed down the hall to the kitchen to find a light snack for them.
Chapter Thirteen
Later after their snack, they just had time for another quick shower before they dressed in jeans and cool-weather shirts and headed over to Mike’s house. His place wasn’t too far away since it was on the outskirts of Heat Springs on the lake. There was plenty of parking for a large crowd, and it looked like the crowd had already arrived.
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