Wolf Tales II (5 page)

Chapter 5

Stefan followed her into the oversized shower. Exhausted, exhilarated, confused, Xandi stepped aside to let him enter. His body was hard, the muscles pumped up from their nighttime run, his cock erect, bobbing close against his body. The feral look in his eyes was very much the wolf, obviously possessive, broadcasting his need to dominate, to hold.

His hunger slammed into her like a fist to the solar plexus -- desire so hot and elemental it practically sizzled across her nerve endings. She raised her arms beneath the sharp spray from the shower, wrapped them around his neck and opened her mouth to his.

For the first time, she kissed human lips, felt the solid thrust of his tongue inside her mouth,
tasted
the flavors of the man, not the beast. His long fingers clutched at her hips and she clung to him, raising her legs up to clasp tightly around his waist, her body ready for the hard cock surging into her.

There was no need for foreplay, no reason to prepare her body for his assault. Their entire night had been foreplay, the end result here, now, in the shower with the steam rising and the hot water bathing their fevered bodies. Her flesh practically sizzled with the current racing between them, the shared need, the passion running so hot and hard she felt like a marionette on strings, as if her arms and legs moved by the hand of someone greater than both of them.

His cock stretched the slick walls of her vagina, reached deep inside, then slowly withdrew before filling her again. She pressed her breasts against the thick mat of hair covering his chest. The texture was much coarser than the wolf’s pelt she’d grown familiar with, and her nipples peaked, tightened with each new contact. She experimented with the sensation, rubbing her breasts slowly across his chest as the steaming water cascaded over their writhing bodies. She felt the sizzle race from nipple to clitoris, as if a direct line of power and sensation existed between the three points of pleasure, a connection beyond the physical, beyond sex.

His hands squeezed her buttocks and he raised her higher on his cock. Muscles in his arms and chest expanded with the effort and she felt herself responding even more to his arousal. He was human, but the instinct to mate, to mark her as his, was something primal, something more of the beast than the man, something dark and carnal and so damned intriguing.

She responded as the beast, clawing at his tense shoulders, nipping his jaw, clinging to his straining body as he thrust deep and hard, driving her higher, farther than he’d ever taken her as beast.

Sobbing, crying, Xandi felt his sharp teeth against her neck, his fingers holding her with bruising strength, his hard cock driving deep and fast, taking her over the edge, filling her with his hot seed, pumping into her over and over again until both of them shuddered beneath the stinging spray.

Stefan slid slowly down the shower wall until he sat on the floor with Xandi sprawled across his lap. She raised her head to kiss him once more. His body trembled in counterpoint to hers. His pulse beat visibly in the huge vein at his neck. Nostrils still flared with each deep breath, but his eyes were troubled. “Are you okay?” He slicked her wet hair back with one hand, then glanced down at the water swirling down the drain. His eyes widened.

Xandi followed his gaze and understood the heat that had taken her, the overwhelming carnal desire still pulsing through her veins. A watery pink stain flowed from beneath them, swirling in a perfect spiral before disappearing down the drain.

She’d started her period, a simple thing to a woman.

A powerful event for the Alpha female of the pack.

It was time. She’d known this was coming, known she must make her decision. Anton said the female took all the males in her pack sexually, that the drive to mate would be strongest during her heat. She knew, instinctively, he was right, knew that, as Alpha female, it was her choice to breed, to produce an egg for fertilization.

She’d felt the first stirrings during their nighttime run, had recognized the deeply rooted drive that led her to race the two males through the night, her tail held high, her actions teasing, playful. She’d reveled in her own sexuality, celebrated her power as female, as future leader.

Playtime was over. Was she ready? What about Stefan? “How do you feel about it?” she asked. There was no need to explain. Stefan’s arms tightened around her and he rested his head atop hers. His cock still filled her pussy and she felt him complete the link, his thoughts moving easily within her mind.

I do not want to share you. Never. Yet I know Anton is right. The bond of the pack will strengthen with your mating. We are sensual, sexual creatures. Creatures of the flesh. I understand it now even more, after the run tonight, the bond we share with Anton. We love with great passion. We hate just as passionately. Share your body with him if you must, but please, save your soul for me.

Xandi rose up and kissed him. She heard his unspoken request, though they’d never mentioned children.
You have my soul. You have my heart. I control whether or not a mating results in young. Already my body responds to my wishes, and I do not wish children now. This new self is so fresh, I’m still a child myself. When the time is right, my offspring will be yours. This promise I give you, Stefan Aragat. I love you.

She felt the tension leave his body with her pledge, but Xandi remained taut and anxious. She sensed Anton in her mind, knew he waited for the two of them. It wasn’t merely
Alexandria
the wizard wanted. No, he wanted more. He intended to once more exert his dominance over Stefan. Though Anton’s intentions were for the good of the pack, Xandi understood his personal desire for power as well.

She kissed Stefan’s lips, wrapped her arms around his body,
sensed
the knowledge in his heart. Felt his strength, his resolve.

Then she shared Anton’s intentions with the man she loved.

He already knew. Xandi understood the quiet nod of his head, accepted his intentions. Stefan knew what Anton wanted, what the wizard expected. She understood the confident look on his face -- he had no fear of Anton, now. Knowledge gave him power.

* * *

Xandi dressed carefully for their evening meal with Anton. She’d never dressed for seduction, before. Not really. Of course, if what Anton said were true about the Alpha female during menses, she wouldn’t need seduction. She would merely need to attend.

She chose a simple, sleeveless, dark green dress with a scoop neck and fitted bodice that emphasized her breasts. The slim, form-fitting skirt hugged the curved line of her hips and ended just above her knees. She decided against wearing a bra, but she did pull on a skimpy pair of bikini panties, not far removed from a thong.

She had no need of a pad or anything to protect her clothing. The metamorphosis over the past week had been complete. Her period this time was totally unlike anything she’d experienced before, when fully human. Other than the first tiny show of blood when she and Stefan made love, there’d been no other spotting of any kind, just as Anton had predicted.

There was however, a subtle, musky scent on her body, one she’d never noticed before. She knew Stefan was well aware of it. When he was close, it was obviously all he could do to control his hands. His nostrils flared each time she walked by. She felt his desire burning hot and ready beneath his skin, knew he was drawn to her as much by her scent as the emotional feelings he already had for her.

Her body thrummed with sensual urges. Her skin felt ultra-sensitive. She was aware of the simple movement of air across her bare arms, the heat from the lamp near the bed. Her hearing was super acute so that Stefan’s heartbeat echoed in her ears and she was almost certain she heard the whoosh of blood through his veins. The air around her seemed to crackle with energy, but she was unaware whether it originated from Stefan or her.

He wore simple black slacks and a white, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled back to his forearms. His black and silver hair was long, like Anton’s, and he’d pulled it behind his head and tied it with a band just above his collar. She wanted to tug the restraining band loose, let his hair flow free around his face. She wanted to feel it brushing across her breasts, tickling her sensitive flesh over her ribs, tangling with her own russet thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.

Xandi glanced at the clock, though her senses had become so acute she knew they were running early. Oliver hadn’t even started the grill. She would have smelled the gas flame, though the kitchen and patio were on the far side of the house from their room. Tilting her head, she winked at Stefan.

He cocked one eyebrow, then opened both eyes wide as she slipped to her knees in front of him and brushed her knuckles across the fly of his slacks.

The fabric immediately bulged outward.

“Uhm, Xandi… don’t we need to get down to the dining room? Aren’t you hungry yet?”

“Oh yeah,” she whispered, “I’m real hungry.” She leaned closer and blew a hot draft of breath against the fabric, then reached up and undid just the zipper on his slacks.
No underwear.
Grinning, she slipped her fingers in through the opening and wrapped them around the solid length of his cock.

His very human cock. She hadn’t been able to take him in her mouth until now, not with the risk of his huge cock choking her when the canine knot formed. Now though… now he was totally human, his penis, though large, was not so large she needed to worry about the size.

She licked the tip. He jerked his hips and laughed, but it was a strangled, half sobbing sound. She tasted him again, wrapping her tongue around the silky tip, then following the thick vein all the way to his testicles. She felt them draw up close to his body, all the incentive she needed to take him fully into her mouth, to suckle him deep and hard, using her tongue and lips, strong cheek muscles, even her teeth.

He groaned again and this time his hands fisted in her thick hair as if he anchored himself against her. She found a rhythm, sliding his hot length in and out of her sucking mouth, tonguing him, nipping at the tip, then holding him hard inside, exerting all the pressure she could. He tried… she knew he tried to maintain, to keep from coming in her mouth but she took that control, took it away with her mouth, her hands, stroking his balls, the sensitive flesh between testicles and anus, all through the zippered opening in his slacks.

Stefan choked off a strangled moan. His body stiffened, his hips thrust forward. His cock was hard and hot inside her mouth and she clamped down on him with teeth and lips, sucking hard, harder, swallowing the thick jets of semen as he gave himself up to her.

Long after he’d finished, long after the last drops of come had spilled from the tip of his penis, long after that huge erection had softened, only then did she stop her licking and kissing, her gentle suckling as she brought him down. Using her tongue to remove every trace of his seed, she gently tucked him back inside his slacks and carefully pulled the zipper up.

Stefan stared down at her, his expression shell-shocked. She smiled up at him, and took his answering smile as the gift she’d expected. Then she rose to her feet and looped her hand casually over his forearm. Together they walked to the large dining room, their secret safe between them.

Anton rose immediately when they entered the room. He set down the glass of red wine he was holding and walked forward to greet them, his hands outstretched.

She heard the low growl beside her and smiled to herself. She and Stefan had already had this conversation. He would start no fights this evening. She would not switch, and neither would he. So long as she remained human, the allure of her scent would not be so strong to the men. If they became wolves, nothing would stop them.

The quiet growl made her feel protected… desired.

Anton acknowledged it as well. He dropped his hands and leaned forward to give Xandi a quick kiss on the cheek. He paused there a moment and she heard him inhale a long, slow breath. When he stepped back, his eyes glinted with amber fire beneath the subtle overhead light. He glanced quickly at Stefan then back to Xandi with a fixed smile on his face. His nostrils flared.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said, breaking into the charged silence. “You’re right on time.” Anton turned and walked back toward the table, but Xandi thought his usually fluid movements looked almost stiff, as if he forced himself to walk away from her. He pulled a chair out and nodded at Xandi, then turned toward the kitchen. “Oliver, our guests have arrived. You may serve.”

Xandi found herself seated next to Anton and across from Stefan. The comfortable camaraderie from the night before was gone. An ominous silence hung over the large dining room. Oliver quietly served their steaks and a quiche. The meat was, as usual, blood rare. Xandi knew the quiche contained the grasses and other nutrients their bodies needed.

She cut into the meat just as Oliver turned on the CD player. The soft strains of a Johann Strauss waltz took some of the edge off the tension building among the three of them. Anton ate almost mechanically, a far different host than the urbane wizard she’d grown accustomed to. Xandi glanced at Stefan, but the question was in her eyes, not her mind. She didn’t know how to converse mentally with one man without the other hearing.