Wolf in Plain Sight (16 page)
The women had
gathered once again around the kitchen table for a little late night gossip. Waiting for the men to come back and see whether they’d killed Max had taken the toll on their patience. At least two of the women were well into their cups.
“Max-sh has an amazing body,” Emmy said, tilting the last of the whiskey to spill into Pia’s glass. “I couldn’t help noticing that.”
“I think everyone noticed you noticing,” Darcy said dryly.
“Yeah, he does,” Pia replied dreamily. “And an incredible tongue.”
Darcy blinked. “A doggie tongue?”
Pia waggled her eyebrows. “Oh, yeah.”
“So, what else does a werewolf have that’s different from the average vamp?” Darcy asked, leaning as far forward as her round belly would allow.
“I don’t know. He’s never…you know…” Pia blushed. “Um…transformed while we…”
“Never?” Emmy giggled. “Looks like you have lots-sh more surprises coming.”
Pia sniffed. “Max is surprising even when he’s in purely human form.”
“It seems like it might be a little weird, making love when he’s in his wolf’s clothes,” Lily said. “All that hair and all. But I wonder if his cock is like a dog’s.” Her eyes brightened with intellectual curiosity.
“Lily!” Darcy gave her a playful slap then turned to Pia. “Do you think?”
Pia shrugged. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
Darcy held up her hands, formed a circle with two fingers and poked another finger through the middle, and then cinched the “O” tight. “Well, when dogs mate, they kind of ‘lock’ together,” she said, emphasizing her point by trying to pull her finger free. “His penis swells inside the bitch.”
“Swells? Like what, a balloon?” The thought was vaguely alarming, but the Jack Daniels kept her from worrying too much about it. Pia downed the last sip of her drink.
“I don’t know, I’ve never really been
that
into canine sex,” Darcy said, wrinkling her nose. “Thought you might know something.”
“I still can’t get past the ‘bitch’ part,” Emmy shook her head sadly.
“You’ll tell us, won’t you?” Darcy asked. “What it’s like, I mean.”
“Darcy!” This time Emmy swatted at Darcy’s arm, but missed and almost unseated herself.
“I have to live vicariously these days,” Darcy said, scowling. “I’d love to learn what sort of ‘nip and tuck’ games werewolves play.”
“Nip and tuck? I take it we’re not talking plastic surgery.”
“If I have to explain it—”
Emmy bounced on her seat. “Oh, I get it!”
Pia grinned at the two, her heart warming at the friendship they’d extended her. She truly felt like “one of the girls” tonight. “Sure, we women have to share information, otherwise we’d be totally left in the dark.”
Lily cleared her throat. “Speaking of locks, do you think Dylan was serious about keeping you guys confined?”
“I’m sure he was,” Pia said. “But I’m thinking that won’t be so bad.”
Emmy raised her glass. “I imagine not—all that muscle on his muscle has to be…filling!”
Dylan turned from
the monitor trained on the kitchen.
“I can’t believe you spy on them,” Max said, a smile still stretching his lips at the women’s ridiculous conversation.
“It’s the only way to stay one step ahead of the mayhem,” Quentin said, with a desperate note in his voice.
“Aye, they’re a devious lot.” Nodding toward Quentin, Dylan said, “You wouldn’t believe the plots we’ve had to squash. Quentin here can attest to that.”
Quentin’s narrowed eyes promised retribution. “Dylan, stuff it.”
“That’s precisely what Darcy did, wasn’t it?” Dylan’s dry wit had every male in the room, save Quentin, grinning. “But fortunately, we stopped the proliferation of that particular weapon in their arsenal of tricks.”
Thinking the men exaggerated the threat, Max turned back to the monitor.
Darcy was leaning over the table. “So what’s so special about his tongue?”
“Fuck, we need to get in there quick and break this up. She has that look in her eye.” Quentin turned the monitor off with the remote. “They’ll be sharing techniques next.”
“And that’s bad?” Max asked.
“It is when Darcy gets around to describing her finger method.” Dylan looked worried.
“Finger method?” Curiosity had him trailing the men to the kitchen. In their rush, they spilled inside the room.
The women turned at the noise.
Emmy shot to her feet. “What the hell? What happened to your faces?”
“Were you fighting?” Darcy’s hands were on her hips. “I thought you’d put that discussion aside until tomorrow. You were supposed to be working.”
“We were. We suffered these injuries in the line of duty.” Quentin looked to Max.
Max nodded, even though it was a blatant lie.
“What was-sh it?” Emmy asked. “Vampires? Werewolves?”
“No, honey.” Dylan stepped close to his wife and steadied her with an arm around her waist. “Just a bit of a barroom brawl. We finished it.”
Emmy’s snort conveyed her disgust. “Just like men! You’re not happy unless you’re bangin’ on something.”
Everyone turned to Emmy and stared.
Her face blushed an unattractive shade of embarrassed. “I’ll just shut up.”
“That’ll never happen,” Max said.
Joe’s eyebrows rose. “Did you just make a joke?”
Max trained his expression into a fierce scowl. “I was dead serious.”
The men laughed.
The women faced off, hands on their hips.
Joe raised his hand to his mouth to cover a cough. “I think those of us who still have a sex life ought to hit the sack.”
“Ladies, remember the details,” Darcy said.
Quentin slung his arm around her shoulder. “Sweetheart, you don’t think you’re going to be left out, do you, hon?”
Darcy rolled her eyes. “Quentin, I’m as big as a house now.”
“And your point is?”
Her eyes grew misty. “Oh, Quentin.”
Dylan pulled Emmy back to his side. “Love, do you want to play a little ‘hide the sausage’?”
“Ooh, my favorite.” She let him lead her from the room without ever looking back. “You know how much I love organ meat.”
Joe nodded toward the door. “Lily? You coming?”
“I just thought of a few questions I’d like to ask Max. I hate to waste an opportunity to interview—”
“Lily! You’re coming to bed with me, just as soon as I lock these two in.”
“Unfortunate choice of words, don’t you think?” Darcy said, her lips stretching into a wide smile.
Lily nodded emphatically. “He said ‘locked’.”
“Yes, he did.”
Pia swung toward Max, a frown marring the lovely curve of her brows. “Were you guys eavesdropping?”
“Love, would we do anything so unethical?” Max felt sweat pop on his forehead. He hadn’t
exactly
told a lie.
Joe’s eyes widened. “We need to get you put away for the night.” He nodded toward the door. “After you.”
Max rubbed the edge of his tender jaw, a reminder of the trouble he could cause if he spilled the beans about the true nature of their evening. “No, after you.”
*
“What were you
ladies talking about in the kitchen?” Max asked, as he threaded his fingers through Pia’s dark mane. “We heard you laughing when we walked in.”
Pia pulled away from sucking his cock and tilted her head. “Um…we were just talking about the latest surgical techniques.”
Max tugged her hair, bringing her lips back into contact with his aching sex. “You’re a terrible liar. But you’re entitled to your secrets.”
Peering up from the floor where she knelt in front of him, Pia’s expression grew solemn. “I don’t want any more secrets between us.”
Max could think of one he’d never tell. His brothers in the spy trade would carve out his innards if he ever let it slip. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”
Her lips pouted. “You’re changing the subject. If I could remember what I just said, I might figure out why.”
He pressed his cock to those pursed lips, and she opened her mouth to swallow him.
She moaned deep in her throat as she rocked forward and back, suctioning him to within a heartbeat of orgasm.
“Like my cock, do you?” He peeked down through slitted eyes. “Baby, there’s so much more I have to show you.”
Pia grew still and reared back. “Um…Max?”
“Yes, love?” He hid his grin. He knew what was coming. Pia’s curiosity had been aroused by the women’s conversation.
“Is there anything different about the way you have sex when you’re…transformed?”
He helped her to her feet, and then swung her up into his arms. He took just two steps and he deposited her in the center of the mattress. “It’s a matter of degrees,” he said, sliding over her. He sucked a turgid nipple into his mouth and groaned.
“Degrees of what?” she asked, excitement making her breathless.
“Transformation, love. But as a vampire, I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested.” He plucked the dampened nipple and switched to the neglected breast, tonguing the tip. “And I’m plenty satisfied with the sex we have. Don’t worry about it.”
“I would hate for you to feel the need to stifle any part of you.”
The earnestness of her comment had him hiding another grin. “I’m not sacrificing love. Is that what you think?” After schooling his expression into one of concern, he crawled up her body. “Let me prove it to you.”
She pressed her hands against his chest, holding him off. Her eyes glinted with a touch of irritation. “You know damn well what I’m talking about, don’t you?”
A smile won out. “You’re going to have to spell it out. I can’t make any mistakes.”
“You said the same thing that first night.”
“I still mean it. I don’t want to frighten you or disgust you. And I never want to hurt you.”
Her gaze fell away. “Max, would you teach me about some of those…degrees?”
He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. “Tell me, what you want,” he whispered next to her ear.
“How can I, when I don’t know what you offer?”
He raised his head, his nose an inch from hers as he stared into her wide eyes. “Well, I could transform into a wolf and lick you from your eyebrows to your toes. After your arousal reached fever-pitch, I’d nudge you with my snout until you rolled over, onto your knees, and then I’d mount you—doggie-style—from behind.”
Pia gulped, and her heart hammered against her chest so hard, his changed rhythm to match.
“There’d be hair all over my body, and I’d rub it all over you before catching your shoulder between my teeth. I’d need to hold you still to drive my cock deep inside—deeper than you’ve ever experienced. But we’d need a lot of time, because something special happens when I mate as a full wolf.”
Pia’s breath caught, and her chest expanded.
Max leaned back and cupped her breast tenderly. “Or I could transform partway, just enough to give me added strength—”
“More muscle?” she asked, her voice scratchy.
“More muscles on my muscle—and fine, downy hairs to rub all over your body.”
Pia’s belly quivered against his.
He slid between her legs and nudged his sex against her portal. “But I’d still have fingers to tease these luscious nipples and a mouth to kiss yours. So what’s it to be?” He squeezed her breast. “You have to be specific.”
“I want you to fuck me, Max. Fuck me like an animal.”
Pressing a kiss on the tip of her nose, he said, “Baby, it’s the only way I know.”
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Knight Edition,
Night Fall series, Book 4
I
nigo cleared his
throat politely. “Sir, I’m afraid we have an intruder.”
“I suppose you should call the police, then,” Master Navarro said, turning the next page of the ancient book he read without pausing.
Inigo shifted from one foot to the other, knowing he should do exactly as the Master had suggested, but their trespasser piqued Inigo’s interest. Nothing ever disturbed the cadence of their days in the mansion. Master Navarro was a creature of habit. “Um…sir, perhaps you’d like to take a look for yourself.”
The Master looked up from his text, no question in his expression—nothing to indicate whether he was annoyed or intrigued. His gaze held Inigo frozen like a butterfly pinned to a mounting board for a long nerve-racking moment. “Very well,” he said, his voice evenly modulated. He rose slowly from his chair.
