Carolina Werewolves 3-Pack (5 page)

Another blow hits my
shoulders, then another. Light, then hard, then nothing at all…I
can't figure out any sort of pattern. All I know is that the sting is
turning into a warmth that spreads throughout my body. Strangely, I
feel…euphoric. Every so often, Chris trails a hand down my
back, soothing me.

"You mark up so
easily," he says at one point, his breath warming my ear. I try
to imagine what I must look like from his point of view. In my mind's
eye, I see myself, nude, dangling from the chains above my head, the
skin of my back warm, pink, sweaty. Does he like what he sees?

"Is that a good
thing?" I murmur, twisting around to try and steal a kiss. I
brush his lips, barely, before he steps away.

"Yes," he
says with a low laugh. "I like it very much." I relax
completely and give in to the sensations. I can hardly believe it,
but the flogger no longer stings at all. It's almost pleasant
actually, in the same way a deep massage is. Without conscious
thought, I find myself begging for more, harder strokes, faster,
now.
My cock is leaking and
I have to wonder if I could come from this. I float, absorbing the
blows, leaning into them even. Time passes, but it might have been a
few minutes or an eternity.

Every time my
muscles clench around the plug in my ass, I want to beg him to just
fuck me already. Then something catches my attention--the sound of
something hitting the floor, I realize--and I grow hopeful. Chris's
arms surround me. "I can't wait anymore," he murmurs into
my neck. "Are you ready?"

I moan, trying to
find the words to tell him just how ready I am. "Please" is
all I can manage. He slides one hand down to my ass while circling my
engorged dick with the other. "Oh God." That feels
unbelievably good.

"You ready to
come?" As he works his hand up and down my shaft in smooth, easy
strokes, I groan helplessly. With his other hand, he pulls at the
plug and it, too, falls to the floor.

"Fuck, yes."
I feel empty now. I'm so ready for him I could scream, but he won't
give me what I need, not even when I buck desperately into his hand.

"Soon."
His hand leaves me and I whimper at the absence of sensation, of his
warmth surrounding me. Steadying me with a firm grip on my hips,
Chris moves into position. I can almost feel the weight of his gaze
as he spreads me open. A moment later, slick fingers push their way
inside me and I tremble. Again, he moves slowly, torturing me, making
me wait. Growling in frustration, I beg him to hurry.

When his cock
finally--finally!--nudges at the entrance of my ass, I sigh in
relief. He thrusts home without much warning, making me cry out into
the stillness of the room. He's big but oh God it feels so amazing.
I've been waiting for this all night and I tell him so, repeatedly,
as he pulls away from me. All I can do is take his cock as he thrusts
into me over and over, so slowly and patiently that I'm kept on the
edge of orgasm for what feels like forever. How can any man have that
much self-control?

The blindfold only
heightens the feeling of his hard, muscular body pressed against
mine, the way his prick feels as it glides in and out. So much
pleasure. God, I can hardly process it. I lean against him, let him
take me as I listen to the sounds we make together. His grunts, the
slap of flesh as he thrusts into me, the way I moan and beg for him
to take me harder.

He starts to take me
the way I've wanted him to all night. I shouldn't be able to handle
this but I want more more more. Hands digging into my hips, he
thrusts deep again. And again. It's what I need. I'm losing control,
flying over the edge.

"I'm coming,"
I groan as my balls tighten up and my orgasm works its way outward.
It's like an explosion, starting in my balls then roaring up through
my cock until I'm covering my stomach, the floor, my thighs with the
sticky warmth of my come.

My spasms set Chris
off. He pounds me harder, then jerks against me, in me, as his come
fills my body with warmth. From a faraway place, I hear him roaring
as he rides it out. Then it's over and I lay my head back on his
shoulder, exhausted. Chris squeezes me hard once again, then lets go.
I murmur a sleepy protest when he moves away from me, but he's not
gone for long. Holding me steady, he releases my hands and I fall
against him. All of a sudden, I'm aware of my muscles protesting.
They'll be sore tomorrow, I know.

The blindfold falls
and I blink at the light that beats against my eyes. Even the dim
glow that fills the room is too much. Looking down at the floor to
escape the light, I flush when I see the mess I've made on the dark
wood. When Chris grabs my arm and leads me away, I stumble and burrow
my face into his chest. I can't get enough of him now that I'm free
to touch as much as I want.

"Your floor,"
I protest.

"Let me take
care of you first," he says, and guides me to the bathroom. I'm
too euphoric/sleepy/sated to say anything else, so I just relax and
lean into him.

The rest of the
night is a blur. Chris helps me to the shower and cleans me up so
gently, so at odds with how I expected him to be that my heart melts.
When I react to his caresses, my cock hardening up again, he takes me
in his mouth until I come so hard my eyes roll back in my head.
Somehow I end up back in bed, lying face down while he massages my
shoulders. We talk, the rambling sort of conversation people have
when they're basking in the afterglow. Then the conversation dies
and, sleepy as hell, I curl up next to him and fall asleep.

***

It seems like only a
few minutes later when I come back to consciousness, but the sunlight
beating at my eyelids tells me it's morning, and late morning at
that. The bed shifts and I smell the warm scent of fresh coffee, with
an earthy layer underneath that is all Chris.

"Morning,
sunshine." He presses a gentle kiss to my temple, then pulls
away when my eyes flutter open. As the last traces of sleep fade
away, I meet Chris's eyes and lose myself in them in for a moment.
Grey. So beautiful, so…not mine, I remind myself. "Brought
you a cup of coffee," he says. His voice is so…normal.
I'm not sure I want normal after everything we shared last night.

"Thanks."
I sit up and lean against the headboard, wincing a little. My back
and shoulders are still tender; I'd almost forgotten. Still, it's not
a bad kind of pain. More like the delicious soreness you get after
you've been fucked nine ways to Sunday. Which isn't far off. Closing
my eyes as I drink the coffee, I try to imagine what it would feel
like to wake up like this every day.

Chris brings me out
of my daydream when he stands up, leaving me alone in the bed. He
puts his hands in his pockets and stares at the hardwood floor. "Drew
called. He's on his way," he says gruffly, then turns to leave.
A few seconds later, he pops back in and my heart leaps up to my
throat. Did he forget something, or is he going to tell me…what?
I don't know what I want him to say. "The clothes from last
night--they're in your room," he says. "I, um--I took the
liberty of calling a tow for your car, too. I've got a good mechanic
working on it. Should be fixed up in no time." I'm touched, but
I don't know what to say, so I mumble something that vaguely
resembles 'thank you' and he leaves.

In less than half an
hour, I'm dressed and in Drew's car. I've said my thanks--again--but
still…there's something missing. Twisting my head around to
catch a last glimpse of the house before we pull out, I notice Chris
watching us. He's leaning against the door in much the same way as he
was when I first saw him, his expression unreadable. All too soon, I
can't see him anymore.

"So…what
happened with Chris? I can smell him all over you." Drew breaks
into my reverie and all I can do is sigh. I'm not sure what happened
myself.

"That bad,
huh?" He's smiling ever so slightly.

"No, it was
good. Too good, maybe." Damn it, I feel so hollow right now.

"Look,"
Drew says after a minute, "I've never thanked you for pushing me
to talk to Ian, but--thanks. It's…" He frowns as if
searching for the right words. "I guess I'd say that it changed
my life." I flush, since I'm hardly the go-to-guy for romantic
advice.

"You'd have
come around eventually," I mutter. Drew laughs.

"Maybe. Maybe
not. Anyway--" his phone rings and I take a peek at the caller
ID, then show it to him.
Chris.
"Answer it for
me, will you?"

So I do. I say hello
and then wait through the most awkward silence of my life, until
finally Chris sighs. "Nathaniel." The way he says my name
is like a verbal caress, like he's right there in the car with
me…God, I miss him already.

"Chris."
My throat is tight. Why is he calling?

"So. I--last
night…" he falls silent again, and I picture him
frowning, struggling to say whatever it is he's thinking. "I'm
not sure I want that to be a one-time thing." I swear my mouth
is gaping open and my heart is beating so fast it's like it'll burst
out of my chest.

"I'm not here
for much longer," I say a little weakly. Somehow it comes out
sounding like a 'no' but I don't mean it that way, not quite.

"I know. That's
why…that's why I want you here. Please?" I say something
about Drew and Ian and how I can't leave them in the lurch, when I
notice Drew trying to get my attention.
Go
for it
, he mouths.
Damn wolf hearing. That's what--twice in less than 24 hours that wolf
senses have gotten me in trouble?

I take a deep
breath. "Okay." He hangs up, just like that.

"So we're
turning around?" Drew looks at me and winks.

"Yeah. We're
going back--I'm going back." To the man I could fall in love
with, I could say, but don't. My wolf howls with joy inside me and
somehow, I get the feeling that Chris will be part of my life for a
long time.

###

Swimming With the
Alpha

It's the middle of
July and I'm stuck at the annual Pack get-together. It's the only
time of year that the Asheville and High Country packs get together
to 'seal their alliance' or whatever, so it's a Big Deal. And since
I'm the Beta for the Asheville pack, I don't have a choice--I have to
be here.

It's not that I hate
it or anything; I'm just tired. I've been pulling some long hours at
the office lately and what I really want to do is sleep. Failing
that, I'd like to get away from the guy who's currently yakking my
ear off about his butterfly collection. I'm just not interested. He's
a nice enough guy, he just…doesn't know how to take a hint. So
here I am, swirling my Coke around idly while I search for a good
excuse to leave. Ah--there.

"Excuse me,
Ben," I say, trying to sound less happy than I feel, "I
need to talk to your Alpha. He's new, isn't he?" I know
perfectly well that he's new, of course. The old Alpha decided to
retire just a few months ago. Chris, my Alpha, is hoping that by
lending him our support we can prevent a serious meltdown. I'm not so
sure, personally. Things get a little chaotic whenever a new leader
takes over, so a few--incidents, for lack of a better word--are
inevitable. Anyway, I need to pay my respects and let the new guy
know we're on the same team, so I make my way through the crowd.

I know what the new
Alpha looks like because Chris pointed him out to me, but I have a
feeling he'd stand out in a crowd anyway. I stop a few feet away,
waiting for a good opportunity to break in. He's talking to his Beta,
a woman named Laura. I've known her for a while now; she's solid,
dependable. Sexy, too, but I prefer men. The one she's talking to
right now is right up my alley.

In the next few
seconds, it becomes abundantly clear that he was born to be Alpha.
The way he carries himself--like a king--would have caught my eye
even if he weren't also devastatingly handsome. The difference
between him and Chris, though, is that this man knows that smiling
every now and then won't hurt his dominance a bit. I stare at him
over the edge of my cup as I take a long, cool swallow of soda. I
can't help it--I'm enjoying the view.

He's not much
younger than me, I don't think. Mid-twenties, possibly. Chestnut
brown hair, left a bit on the long side, warm brown eyes with just a
hint of gold in them, and a great smile. Damn. Looks like he's got a
great body under his jeans and t-shirt, too. Yum. Just the type of
man I'd love in my bed. Suddenly, I feel wide awake. My cock is ready
to go, that's for sure. I only wish I could remember if I've met him
before. He seems a bit familiar, but I'd definitely remember a guy
like him. Wouldn't I? Laura walks away just then, so I take a deep
breath and move in.