4: Jack - In The Pack (13 page)

The slippery slide of friction when I reached deeper...it was just too much wait for her, I think. She finally reached down and grabbed a hold of my manhood, said something glib, and guided me into her. Still, I wanted it to last, had a sure knowledge that it wasn’t gonna go more than a few hard strokes.

I tried to tell her that I hadn’t done it like that--in crinos, in the open, without a med collar, or an audience. I didn’t go into detail, though. I wanted to savor everything about the freedom I felt. And the way
she
made me feel. I just can’t seem to express that right.

Men are lousy, as a whole, at saying how they feel.

I couldn’t swallow. I was afraid to move. I wanted more than anything to make it sweet for her.

But she wasn’t having it. Probably her hormones talking as much as her personal preferences. So, even though she’d insisted on me entering her, I tried kissing. Man, was that a fight of the inner beast. I wanted to unleash as much as I wanted to hold on to my humanity.

She reached down, grabbed my ass, spread her legs and pulled me up inside of her further. I couldn’t fight it then.

She kind of clawed her way to a new hold, hanging onto my upper arms. Her fingers dug in when I got her close. I felt her whole body gathering beneath me. Her vaginal muscles clamped down, and I knew she was where she wanted to be.

I wanted to inhale all her moans, I can tell you that. Let them breathe life into me. I thought I was dying.

I’m not going to go into all the details of that night. Let’s just say, I don’t think crinos is my preferred form for lovemaking. If you want the details on how it went, which is a little laughable if you ask me, you’ll have to ask her. All I can say is, who wants a fucking head that swells after you’re done?

Chapter Seven

Finding the spot where Fera and I first made love wasn’t exactly a surprise. It was the pre-agreed rendezvous point that Hood had set up with me, and I, in turn, had set up with the losers. Getting her out of there wasn’t so hard, either, since she went into shifting down about the time we heard the pack coming. With her a little out of it, it was nothing to transport her back to my apartment.

I sat there for hours, drinking--which I almost never do--but am doing more these days--and watching her sleep.

She was in lupus.

Talk about your inner struggles. I thought very seriously about leaving without a forwarding address. Just going out, slipping into the crowd, never turning back. The reason I didn’t do it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m pretty sure Hood’s got a tracking chip in me, somewhere. Lobos is too high tech not to do that. And he had virtually told me they were doing that sort of thing.

Don’t tell me it’s a surprise to you. They’ve been doing it to dogs and racehorses for years. Some say that they’ll be ‘chipping’ humans before long. They have those sort of tracking chips in cars already. It’s just a matter of time. Then, I ask you, where would you hide?

But the chip thing wasn’t why I didn’t leave.

While Fera slept, I touched her pelt. I got down on my knees beside where I’d laid her, and smelled her. I was in human form then. And sad. Terribly, achingly, sad.

I kept thinking back to what we’d shared, and knowing that it was a human connection, but what I was looking at--it belied that. Oh, she
had
shifted to human out there. Oh, my God, had she shifted to human. But I don’t think she realized it. She still acted a little like she was in crinos. Insatiable sexual appetite. Sensitized skin. Toe-curling screams of pleasure. And moans and sighs to make any man crazy.

What I really did, after I got over my self-pity there, was stare at her, wish her into human form. I want to lock her in. To human form, that is. I want to take her off somewhere, buy a little house with a picket fence, plant flowers out front and a garden in the back--and have children with her.

I don’t see us having cats or dogs, but we could get a bird.

She woke up a little bitchy. Threw my little fantasy right out the window. She said she was thirsty. I told her to help herself. I knew she’d have to shift to do that. Maybe it was too much to ask, since she’d only shifted a few times altogether. But I, honestly, had to know up front what we were looking at. So I could decide if I was up for it.

We talked a little bit about the hunt, kind of avoided the important stuff. I get the feeling that she’s not sure if she trusts me. But she’s with me, so...maybe I’m paranoid? I mean, I’ve got all those nasty little secrets, I could see her getting a feel for the fact that I’m hiding something. She works more on instinct than the average female, and all the females I know go pretty much on instinct.

Yeah, I’m paranoid.

Oh, hey. We took a shower together. This is another reason why I love her. She’s fun. She let me soap her down, and she returned the favor. And we slipped around each other, enjoying the silky feel of suds and skin. We had so many bubbles going that you couldn’t see the bottom of the tub. Yeah. We were in there awhile.

Fera dropped the soap with an obvious, “Oops. Look what I did.” Her big eyes blinked at me while she held back a grin.

Call me a guy. Too many locker rooms where soap went flying. You do without. Because sure as shit, the minute you bend over, someone will run up behind you.

I told her, “Better get it.”

Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. But it was mischievous, that look on her face, the gleam in her eyes. “You.”

This was one of those ‘battle of wills’ moments. Her brown eyes, so beautiful and young, took on the predatory pecking order
bitch
glint. It surprised me. I stood there, staring at her face--high cheekbones, fair skin...Fera has no blemishes, no light freckles, even. Framed by the white hair, she looks almost angelic and pure most of the time. You know, innocent. But not then. That was a moment of reckoning, I think. Who was alpha in our relationship?

“I’m soapy enough, thanks.” It kind of soured the fun for me. I didn’t like her tone, or her look, and she knew it.

She didn’t even blink, but her eyes changed their gleam, softened, and her lips, very minutely, curved at the tips. She asked, “If I go down, will you climb on?”

I teased, “I like a bitch on her knees. If you go down, will you go down?”

Her eyes flashed.

And she dropped down to look for the soap, saying, “Will you beg?”

Okay, so...no guy really likes to beg. But she was down on her knees, feeling around my feet, bumping her head against my manly parts. At one point, she reaches up, like my cock is in her way. It was kind of bouncing near her face. Heehee.

She grabbed on and squeezed, then pushed, backing me up.

“Hey! Whoa!” I wrapped my hands around hers and held it there. Yeah, it’s big enough to take two of my hands. I’m tall, what can I say? That’s part of what qualified me for Hood’s program.

So, I say, “Just slide a little. I think that’s all it will take.”

Squinting up at me because the shower is raining down on her, she says, “You aren’t begging, and you aren’t climbing on doggy style. What makes you think I’m gonna do a little sliding? You didn’t even ask right.”

I laughed. She tried to tug her hand free. I said, “Tell me how to ask right.”

You know, give me lessons in what you like.

Fera put a serious crunch on my cock and said, “I like a little,
please
.”

I thought it was funny. She’s pretty quick witted. And strong. She cranked a little more on my manhood and I was dropping to my knees, and I can guarantee you, I was begging. She wasn’t hurting me, but I wasn’t going to put it past her.

“All right. I’ll beg.” Her hold immediately loosened, and I let go. The position was a little awkward, and definitely slippery. I put a hand to her cheek, made her look at me and kissed her. I had intended to do a nice little peck, with a smile attached, but it turned into much more.

She rose up, wrapped her hands around my face and slid her tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss with a desperation. I had to answer it.

The whole thing was very...needy.

And, by God, we somehow managed to fall out of the tub. I remember a whacking sound, a slap of my shoulder hitting the linoleum, and a whoosh as she landed on top of me. Oh, hell. Maybe she threw me out of the tub. Who knows?

We rolled around a little bit, played with a little groping. And finally she said, “I know what we need to do.”

I had no idea where her brain was going. I was afraid it was out of there. I was having way too much fun with the slap and tickle, grab-ass-and-cock game we had going on.

She slid around a bit. How the hell we had suds all over that floor, I have no idea. Okay, I do. That bar of soap had come out with us, and with all the water and it under us, it just kept greasing up the playing field.

Fera scrambled a bit, ended up on all fours, and said, “Climb on.”

Now, I know that she wasn’t connecting my little phobia with my hesitation. And I also had a bad experience lurking in the back of mind--with those damn losers, and, of course, that fucking incident when I was sandwiched between Giselle and Hood. You could say doggy style is not my favorite position at the moment.

I stared at her, a little sick. Reached out and touched the curve of her behind. She has a nice, smooth buttock.

“Come on, Jack. I’m waiting.”

I got up on my knees. I was having a really hard time with it. I wanted to roll her over to her back.

She groaned, “Are you going to do it or not?”

That made me move. After all, I really didn’t want to make her mad. I got in position behind her, ran my hands over her ass, spread her cheeks, slid a finger down the inside of her crack, probed a little at her butthole--just to see if she was paying attention.

She was. She said, “Hey.”

I leaned over her, asked in her ear, “That isn’t what you had in mind?”

“No.”

I teased, “But...it’s such a prominent feature from where I’m sitting.”

A little disappointed, she sat up and looked over her shoulder at me. “Do you not know how to do it in this position, or do you have a problem with it?”

That’s one thing about Fera. She’s right to the point. She doesn’t like head games.

“Bend over.” I mean, she was human, I was human, what was the problem?

“You sure?” Because she sensed I had a problem.

“What do I need to say, bend over, bitch?” I grinned.

She laughed. And she got back on all fours. I guided myself into her cunt. Well, I put the head at the hole, and then I complained, “This is hard on my knees.”

“Yeah. Mine too. Could you speed it up?”

“I don’t know how this is gonna work for you.” I bounced off of her a few times, right there, where it was supposed to go.

“Oh. My. Gaia. Would you just fuck me already?”

I did. With my hands on her hips, I made a few jabbing strokes. It didn’t take much. She’d been teasing me for a while.

We didn’t move for several seconds. I just held her hips--hard against me. It was still new enough, doing it with her, that I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to feel every last drop pump into her. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over that feeling.

Fera waited until my hands relaxed before she asked, “So, I guess the begging comes later?”