Matthew's Return [Wolves of Climax 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever - Serialized) (9 page)

When she saw that head full of red hair, she knew it could only be one man. Patrick emerged from the cave entrance, rising to his full height. The two men stared at each other as if witnessing ghosts.

“It’s really you?” asked Patrick. He reached out and gave Matthew a slight shove. “You feel real.”

Matthew smiled. “Red. Did you give me up for dead already?”

They were both naked, both perfect specimens of the male form. She took in every inch of the men as the shadows and fire complemented all their toned muscles.

“Do you think Garret would let us forget? He’s searched for you every night since you disappeared without fail. Even when we had doubts, he never did.”

“I must see him.”

“I’m supposed to take Cassidy to his safe house. They’re to meet us there.” Patrick looked over at her, her body naked, the scent of sex in the air. “I take it you’ve met the girl.” Her cheeks heated.

“Ah, yes, the little human. She’s been entertaining me, and doing a smashing job at it.”

“She is something else.” They both turned to look at her now. She felt like a child being caught breaking the rules. Patrick’s cock hardened before her eyes. She realized he hadn’t been an active part of the ménage earlier, standing aside after giving her intense oral pleasure. He’d still be pent up, yearning for release.

“No love bite? Any reason for that?”

“She’s still innocent to our ways. Garret seems to think she should know everything before he administers it.”

Matthew shook his head in disapproval. “So he hasn’t changed in the past month, I see. Even I can see she’s the right choice for the pack.”

“Maybe he’ll think clearly now that his obsession with finding you can finally be put to rest.”

Miner talk always confused her. They didn’t speak like any city people she knew. Her trip to Climax had been an eye-opening experience thus far. She felt like an actress in a horror movie when all she wanted was a sweet little romance with a happily ever after. Perhaps Patrick was right and Garret would finally settle down now that Matthew had returned. She could only hope.

“Let’s wait until daybreak,” said Matthew. “I don’t want to run into the loggers’ hunting party. Not tonight.”

“You’ve lost so much weight, brother. It’s not a good look for you.”

Matthew shrugged. He’d eaten the rabbit he’d cooked since Cassidy refused to eat any. She contented herself on some wild berries he’d brought for her. “Captivity tends to do that to a man.”

Patrick had run into the Rockford wolf he’d been confined with, the one who set him free. If it wasn’t for that one kind act, he’d still be locked in a cage, waiting for the next time they set him loose on an innocent human. Guilt and shame for the things he’d done would haunt him forever, but those bastards had taunted and tortured him until all traces of humanity were gone. He barely remembered a thing, only random snapshots in his memories. Perhaps the drugs they’d given him were a saving grace.

His pack mate turned to face Cassidy. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone at the truck. I got so caught up in the chase that I lost track of time.”

“Matthew wouldn’t have found me if I hadn’t been wandering the woods alone, looking for you.”

He still remembered the moment he stumbled across her. She was beauty amongst the darkness, an angel sent to redeem him. He’d never wanted a mate until her. Now it was all he could think about.

Matthew crooked a finger, beckoning her to join them on the other side of the fire. She sat curled up, her knees to her chest, and her torn T-shirt over her as a makeshift blanket.

It had been so good to see Red again, a man he’d shared many a laugh with and even a few tears. They’d been through hell and back together. The reunion was so much sweeter than he’d imagined in his countless visions of this day while in captivity.

Cassidy got up and came around the leaping flames, sitting down in the space they’d cleared between them. “So, what do you think, Ms. Lyons? Would you be averse to adding me to your list of lovers?”

“I don’t have a list. Just four.” She crossed her arms, insulted.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You know what you have with my friends, and I want the same bond with you.”

She smiled to herself. “Garret said he knew you’d like me. I didn’t believe him, of course, because I hadn’t even met you.”

“Well, I do like you, Cassidy. Very much.” He caressed her hair, already knowing how much she loved the feel of his fingers along her hairline. She briefly drifted, closing her eyes. Cassidy leaned against Patrick’s shoulder as Matthew touched her—her hair, her face, her breasts. Within the span of a heartbeat everything turned sexual. “You have strong hips, stronger than they look.”

“She certainly can take a hard fucking,” said Patrick. “I think she prefers it.”

He laughed. “Her little ass is still red. The girl likes it rough, enjoys a proper spanking, too.”

Matthew was comfortable with Patrick and his own sexuality, no secrets between them. He wasn’t insecure about sharing Cassidy. Why should he be? This was his pack, the men he’d happily die for. She looked between his legs and noticed his new erection. It wasn’t just his werewolf DNA making him capable of pleasuring a woman all night long. It was this particular woman. She did new things to his body, affecting all facets of his being, not just his need for physical release. If his month of torture led him to her, he’d do it again without question.

* * * *

Why not enjoy themselves? She hadn’t been able to find her brother tonight, but everything else seemed to be going right. Matthew was back, which would solve countless problems in Climax. It sent a wash of relief through her, leaving her feeling lighthearted and jovial. The new sense of peace was a catalyst to unleashing her dark sexuality. She’d loved the way Matthew fucked her in a rough, untamed way. It was difficult to ask for what she wanted when it seemed so depraved, but he took without asking, somehow knowing she wanted it dirty. Looking at Matthew’s ready cock made her lose her sensibilities.

“She loves to have her pussy sucked. Have you tasted her?”

“Not yet.” She looked up into Matthew’s green eyes, slightly narrowed and pure sex. Her breath caught in her throat. What wicked things was he contemplating? “But I plan to remedy that right now. We have nearly an hour until daybreak.”

Cassidy waited for them to make the first move, hoping, anticipating. Seconds felt like hours sandwiched between these two naked men with cocks so hard they rivaled the firmness of the stone floor beneath her. As much as she couldn’t wait to get out of the cave, the thought of being trapped with these two beasts for the next hour was titillating. When Matthew mentioned wanting to taste her pussy, she instantly creamed herself. She loved the sense of complete abandon when one of her lovers would suckle her clit until she cried out in orgasm. Her cunt tingled, excited at the prospect of more pleasure.

“Then let’s amuse ourselves,” said Patrick. “We have the perfect plaything to entertain us.”

“Open her legs.”

Without question, Patrick lifted her up under the arms and set her on his lap. She could feel the hard length pressed against her back. He proceeded to hold her legs open at the knees, exposing her pussy to the firelight and Matthew’s hungry gaze.

“Is she wet?” asked Patrick.

“She’s glistening. Her little pearl looks like a treasure.” He crouched low and lapped at her folds. She cried out, unable to help herself. These men continued to shock her with their no-apology sexuality. She loved it, welcoming all her new base desires. The word
no
was no longer part of her vocabulary when the heat turned up.

“More,” she murmured. His firm, flat tongue only ignited her fire. She wanted more than a teasing sample.

He suckled her clit, mercilessly bringing her hurdling to the finish line. But he stopped just short of bringing her over the edge. She gasped for breath when he sat up, feeling bewildered.

“More,” she repeated, more animal than woman at this point.

Matthew shook his head, refusing to give her what she required. “We only have an hour. I plan to use our minutes wisely.” He reached out his arms, offering for her to climb on his lap. She crawled over to him on her hands and knees. Patrick cupped the globes of her ass from behind as Matthew kissed her lips. His kiss was sweet and addicting. He added a layer to her ménage that had been missing. Matthew really was the fifth element needed for the relationship.

She felt Patrick’s hot tongue trail from her pussy to her asshole. Her folds were excessively moist from Matthew’s attention. Patrick continued to rim her ass with his tongue sparking hundreds of cells to come to life. It was an explosion of sensation. She should stop him because it was unnatural, vulgar. But she didn’t stop him because it felt too fucking good.

“I want a piece of your ass, Cassidy. Will you give that to me?” asked Matthew.

“Yes.” She was like a robot, programmed to obey.

He turned her around, pulling her up onto his lap. His cock was waiting for her. She could feel him transferring her excess moisture to her rear, preparing her for his invasion. She was so wet, a slow trickle coating her inner thigh. Patrick rose to his knees and helped to lower her down. Matthew guided her over his erection until he speared her tight asshole. It burned deliciously. She didn’t want to go slow today. She wanted it fast and hard. Cassidy sank down heavily, impaling her ass over his rigid cock. She felt so full, his pubic hair tickling her ass he was buried so deep.

“You’re going to kill me, Cassidy. Your ass is the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt wrapped around my dick.”

“Open her legs.”

They switched places now, and Patrick lowered in front of her pussy. Only this time there was a cock balls deep inside her as she sat on Matthew’s lap. The first stroke of Patrick’s magic tongue sent shock waves cascading through her womb. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, so she decided to just succumb to it. She dropped her head back against Matthew’s shoulder as Patrick continued to eat her. Their hands were everywhere. Matthew had a breast in each hand, his cock pulsing in her ass. Patrick gripped her thighs, holding her legs wide for his invasion.

“Make me come,” she demanded. Everything they did was beautiful, perfect, but she couldn’t take it for an hour. She swore she’d die if she continued to peak without going over the edge. It was sadistic, yet skilled lovers, knowing the right combination to drive her wild, make her lose all inhibitions.

“Not yet,” said Matthew, kissing the side of her face. He licked her erogenous zones, making her shudder.

Patrick pulled back to his knees. He inserted two fingers into her cunt and began to finger-fuck her. At the same time, Matthew began to work her from underneath, lifting her up and thrusting his pelvis up to meet her. His cock slid in and out of her ass in smooth strokes, and she knew the other man could probably feel him against his fingers. “You’re such a bad girl,” said Patrick. “I like it.”

She held his face, pulling him to her breasts, wanting to feel his mouth on her sensitive nipples. He didn’t disappoint, suckling her tits like a starved infant. Cassidy was quickly becoming addicted to sex with her lovers. She had five virile men now, so she doubted she’d ever go unfulfilled.

“Give me your cock,” she said. She craved to feel that thick meat, full of lifeblood, between her tongue and pallet. It was time for Patrick to get a sample of his own medicine. Once she was done with him, he’d want release as much as her.

Patrick didn’t hesitate before rising and offering her the head of his penis. The cock was dark from arousal, the mushroom head nearly as big as a plum. It filled her mouth, and she savored the heat and his musky scent. The three of them worked as a team. Each time Matthew would bring her down on his cock, she’d gasp around Patrick’s erection. She was so attuned to their ministrations that she anticipated each thrust, knowing how intense it would feel ricocheting through every cell. Her body felt lighter than air, as if she were drifting, only anchored by the continuous stream of intense bliss she wouldn’t relinquish.

“I’m going to come, Cassidy.” Patrick held the side of her head, attempting to pull away, but she wouldn’t have it. What she didn’t expect was the heat surging in her ass, bringing her to a precipice so quickly. She thought she’d have to trick the men into letting her come before daylight, but it seemed her body was taking control of the situation.

“She’s close,” said Matthew. “I feel her clamping down on me.” He reached around and rubbed firm circles over her clit, which was the final push she needed to explode in a burst of color and light. Patrick’s seed sprayed the back of her throat, but she continued to suckle his cock while her body settled.

Cassidy collapsed, never so exhausted in her life. Matthew’s strong arms came around her, holding her in place, his flaccid cock still in her ass.

Patrick stood up, running both hands through his unkempt red hair. His body was sweat-glistened, his tats giving him a unique masculine edge. “I’m going to get the truck and bring it to the road just north of here. As soon as she’s able, bring her to Garret’s place in the woods. I’ll head back to Climax and let Garret know we’ve found you.”

Matthew agreed to bring her to the little cottage in the woods safely. All she wanted to do was sleep. She hoped when she woke up Matthew was still real and not a figment of her overactive imagination.

Matthew spent the rest of the hour just holding Cassidy in his arms. She fell asleep almost immediately after Red left the cave, exhausted from the sex and general lack of sleep. He wanted to doze off himself, but had to stay awake and get her to Garret’s as agreed upon. The loggers wouldn’t give up their hunt for the brown wolf easily. The old-growth forests owned by Garret would be invaluable to greedy men looking to profit from nature’s loss. It amazed him the lengths some humans would go just to make a buck.

As he carried Cassidy to the truck, she barely woke, only snuggled into his arms. The fact she trusted him so soon touched his heart. He wanted to be everything she deserved in a mate. There was no denying Patrick’s feelings for the girl. He could see love in his eyes, even though he doubted the crazy wolf would admit to it.