Wolf Tales VI (7 page)

Eve unhooked her bra and dropped it on the floor. She slipped her bikini panties down over her legs. Naked, she watched Adam watch her while the tension between them grew. He was beautiful, even more perfect than she remembered. His tall, rangy body and rippling muscles were formed of hard work and physical effort, not hours with a trainer in a sterile gym.

His hair was longer now, some falling across his forehead, the rest swept back behind his ears, sun-bleached an even lighter shade of blond than she recalled.

His chest glistened and he smelled of clean, warm man and something more, something feral and free. His Chanku spirit was strong and the needs of the wolf paced restlessly just below the surface of his humanity.

That wildness drew Eve closer, opened her mind and her heart as she sensed the spirit of one like herself. I need you. Now, more than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything in my life.

I know. I’ve been praying you would want me, that you’d finally realize we’ll be good for each other.

Love me, Adam. She held her hands out to him and at the same time, opened her thoughts even more, baring her soul as completely as she bared her body. He lifted her in powerful arms and stretched her out on the bed. She felt tiny and feminine, an unusual sensation for a woman who stood almost five eleven. When Adam came down beside her, his eyes glittered with arousal and his muscles were taut and trembling.

His mind opened. His thoughts shimmered clearly into her mind. “Oh, Adam.” She was the source of his fear. That she might not want him, might choose to continue her journey alone. “No,” she whispered, touching his face lightly with her fingertips. “Leaving when I did was something I had to do. I don’t need to leave you again. I think Mei drew me back here, as much as my desire to feel totally independent for once in my life. I’ve learned something important these last few weeks. Independence means nothing without you to share it.”

He didn’t answer. He simply rolled over and covered her body with his. His cock slipped between her legs and he found her wet and swollen sex. With one powerful thrust, Adam entered her. She arched her hips with the smooth glide of his thickened shaft between her folds. Groaned with pleasure when he nudged against the mouth of her womb with the thick flare of his glans.

It was the first time he’d loved her without a condom, the first time she’d felt him bare inside her. Now they’d both shifted, there was no need to fear disease, no need to worry about an unexpected, unwanted pregnancy. Free to love, to experience everything in its rawest, most powerful form.

It was electrifying, exciting, unbelievably arousing. Eve arched her hips. She drew him deep inside and he seemed to swell even larger, fill her more completely.

I want to do this when we shift, when we’re wolves. I want to lock your body to mine, lock your thoughts and your needs deep inside me. But I’m still afraid to say I love you, Eve. I’m afraid you’ll leave me again.

I’m through running. I’ll say it for us both. I love you, Adam. I want you. Always.

Adam raised his head, his body stilled. “You’re certain?”

Eve touched the side of his face. “I’m certain. I don’t think either of us ever had a choice. It was destiny that we meet, destiny that we fall in love.”

Laughing, Adam kissed her hard and fast. “Stefan is going to hate this.”

“Yeah, but Anton will love it. He’s always arguing against coincidence. Now forget them and make love to me.”

Adam nuzzled the tender skin along the line of her jaw. “I love it when you give me orders. My very own alpha bitch.” He slipped out of her hungry folds and scooted down between her legs. Eve gasped when he dipped his head and nibbled at her clit. She tangled the bedding in her fists and closed her eyes to the persuasive pleasure of his tongue.

She was lost in sensation, lost in the length and strength of his tongue as he swept her folds and valleys, licked the crevice between her cheeks and swirled deep inside her pussy.

Impossibly deep.

Caught on the edge of orgasm, Eve opened her eyes and gasped. The beautiful wolf between her legs raised his head and panted. He wrapped his long tongue halfway around his muzzle, licking tiny drops of her fluids from his stiff whiskers. Then he dipped his head to feast once more between her thighs, lapping her cream and circling around her sensitive clit.

It was too much, too different, too soon. Not what Eve expected, not anything she’d ever imagined. She tried to close her legs but he held her down with thick paws and powerful forelegs. His mood was playful, flirtatious, and she felt no threat from him. When she caught the laughter in Adam’s thoughts, Eve flopped back down on the bed and spread her legs even wider.

What had seemed ugly and bestial suddenly morphed into the most powerful sex she’d ever experienced. His long, mobile tongue swept deep, twisting inside her to touch every sensitive nerve, every rippling bit of flesh. Eve shuddered as her body spiraled into one orgasm and then another. She cried out, a high, keening wail that seemed to come from some unknown part of her soul.

No more. She couldn’t take anymore, but she clenched the sheets in her fists and arched into him just the same. Then the shape of his tongue seemed to change. Softer now, lapping gently between her legs, Adam brought her down slowly, and she knew he’d shifted once again. He crawled back up her body, and this time when he thrust his swollen cock inside her sex, Eve tumbled once again, gracelessly over the edge of orgasm.

Pumping hard and fast, Adam rose up on his knees and pulled Eve’s legs over his shoulders. He filled her even more in this position, thrusting furiously with a sleek roll of his hips and a driving tilt to his cock. Again, unbelievably, Eve’s pleasure rose, spiraling higher, dragging her close to yet another climax.

She shared her arousal, her approaching orgasm. Adam’s fingers tightened against her buttocks, he threw his head back and shouted, filling her for the first time tonight, finding his own release within the pulsing, clenching muscles of her sex.

When he fell forward, bracing himself on his forearms, there were tears in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips. He kissed her gently, sweetly, his mouth against hers promising more than Eve ever imagined possible.

“I love you, Adam. I’m not sure why or how it happened so fast, but the doubt is gone. The fear is gone. I want you.”

He nodded and kissed her gently once again. Tonight. We run as wolves tonight.

Chapter 4

Mei fastened her seat belt, fingers fumbling with the latch as they sped away from the motel. The damned thing finally clicked into place. She glanced at the man driving and caught him looking at her. Blushing, Mei turned away and stared straight ahead. Her heart pounded and her hands felt sweaty. She wished she understood what was happening to her, why he affected her so.

Who the hell he really was. “Where are we going?”

She glanced up and caught his smile. Brilliant white teeth set against dark chocolate skin. Perfect lips. High cheekbones. Gorgeous amber eyes.

“Wherever you like,” he said. His gaze lingered on her a moment before he turned his attention back to the road ahead. “I don’t know Tampa very well. I’ve not been here for years.”

His soft voice sent waves of shivers across her arms. Mei loved the sound of it, the perfect enunciation, the slightly clipped British accent. He sounded well-educated. Smart. She rubbed at the gooseflesh on her upper arms.

“Are you chilled?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m fine.” She forced herself to relax. She didn’t know him at all. Normally she’d never go off in a car with a strange man, but Oliver was Eve’s friend, and Eve was okay. Better than okay. Mei sensed Eve might be the one to finally help her get somewhere with her life.

Get her out of the pit she’d been sinking into, deeper and deeper each day.

“I prefer the outdoors.” Oliver flashed her another of those gorgeous smiles. “Can you think of someplace where we might go for a hike or walk?”

She thought a moment. Even though she’d lived in the Tampa area all her life, she really hadn’t had the chance to explore very much of it. Mere survival took most of her time and energy, but there’d been one place she loved. One spot that called to her when the urge for solitude and nature coincided with enough money for transportation. “There’s a park, not too far from here. It’s got easy hiking trails.” She glanced down at her sandals. She wasn’t dressed for rough trails. “It’s pretty.”

“Sounds perfect. I doubt Adam and Eve will want us back any time soon.”

Mei blushed. She couldn’t help but think of what she and Eve had done this morning. That, of course, made her think of doing the same thing with Oliver. She’d never felt such a powerful attraction to a man, especially one like him. Usually she liked big, tall guys with lots of muscle. Oliver wasn’t much taller than she was and his frame was fairly slight, though he certainly had the muscles.

His sleeveless T-shirt didn’t cover much. It stretched across his torso, accenting what little it hid. What might have looked ridiculous on another man merely emphasized the spare beauty of his broad chest and smoothly muscled arms.

Mei sighed. She’d better pay attention or he’d think she was an idiot. “You’re probably right. Eve told me about Adam. She’s not sure, but she thinks she’s in love with him.”

Oliver laughed. “I imagine she’ll be sure by the time we get back. Adam can be very persuasive.”

“Have you known him long?”

Oliver shook his head. “Not really, though I feel as if I know him very well. He’s had a huge effect on my life.”

“Turn here.” Mei pointed to an exit that would take them to the park. “In what way? What did he do?”

Oliver glanced over his shoulder as he merged onto a busy highway. “It’s a long story,” he said. “I’ll tell you one day.” He smiled at Mei. “I’d rather hear about you. How did you know Eve and how’d you get back together?”

“We were foster kids together. I was a lot younger and Eve looked out for me. We ran into each other just this morning.” She didn’t think he needed to know Eve had saved her butt when she got caught shoplifting. Not a good way to impress the man.

“Really? Eve’s never said much about her childhood. I had the feeling it wasn’t real happy.”

“It rarely is when you’re a foster child.”

Oliver nodded and turned his attention to the heavy traffic. Mei wished she could tell what he was thinking. She’d certainly been able to pick up Eve’s thoughts. She leaned back against the seat and concentrated on the man beside her. Opened her mind and relaxed whatever barriers Eve had tried to explain existed. This was such a new concept, the idea that she might actually be able to hear another’s thoughts.

She didn’t actually pick up words, but a warmth spread through her center, an obvious sense of arousal that Mei had been only slightly aware of earlier. Was she feeling Oliver’s or her own?

She wasn’t sure, but her breasts tingled and she suddenly felt her clit, something she wasn’t generally all that aware of. Right now it throbbed in time with her heartbeat, a constant, rhythmic reminder of its existence. Mei forced herself not to squirm in her seat.

She chanced a surreptitious glance at Oliver’s crotch. The khaki shorts were comfortably baggy, but he did appear aroused. Something filled the front of his pants. Imagining what his package looked like made her even warmer than she already was.

Mei smiled, wondering what it would be like to make love with a man so close in size to herself. She’d not had all that many lovers, but they’d all been large men. Powerful men. Scary, sometimes.

Oliver, for his slight size, exuded more power than the largest man she’d known, but he didn’t frighten her. Just the opposite. She felt safe with him. There was a quiet dignity about him, a sense of self-awareness and confidence that was terribly exciting. She wondered what kind of lover he’d be, and with that thought came the assurance he would, indeed, become her lover.

She turned her head and caught him smiling at her. A knowing smile, one filled with promise. Mei’s mind suddenly filled with images. Definitely Oliver’s images, but she was ready for his thoughts and accepted what he shared. She saw the two of them in bed, like caramel and chocolate, her long, black hair wrapped in one of Oliver’s hands as he controlled her for a long, drugging kiss.

She licked her lips and let the images take her. His tongue filled her mouth, his swollen cock pressed perfectly between her legs and she was shocked by the size of him, the heat and strength and heavy length. Even more shocking was her need, the feeling she had to have him inside her. Needed to feel him thrusting hard against her womb…needed to taste him. She licked her lips, imagining. There was a long, slow ripple of muscles deep inside that had Mei squeezing her thighs together. She couldn’t even look at Oliver. Wasn’t sure what she would say if he spoke to her.

The car slowed and Oliver took an exit onto a side street.

Mei blinked. “This isn’t…”

“I know.” His voice sounded tight, almost as if he were angry. He pulled in front of a small, older but immaculate looking motel and stopped the Jeep, but he didn’t look at her. He stared straight ahead. “You’re in my head, Mei. Your thoughts are killing me.” He laughed, a short, harsh burst of sound. “I know you don’t know me, but your thoughts don’t seem like those of a stranger. Do you really want me as badly as I want you?”

He didn’t question her ability to hear his thoughts. He knew what she felt, what she wanted. Mei smiled with a surge of unusual self-confidence. At least there was no doubt they were on the same page. His profile made her want to touch him, to trace the perfect line of his nose and run her fingertip over his beautifully curved upper lip. His fingers beat a tattoo on the steering wheel. She watched his throat contract when he swallowed and sensed this wasn’t something Oliver took lightly.

He took a deep breath. Let it out. “The vacancy sign’s lit,” he said, “but it’s entirely up to you.”

This morning, she’d followed her instincts with Eve and it had been wonderful. Her need for Oliver felt even stronger this afternoon. “I didn’t bring my purse,” she said, and then she wondered why she would even say such a stupid thing.

“I’ve got protection.” For the first time since he’d stopped the car, Oliver turned and looked at her, and the expression on his face was priceless. Empowering. “Protection and a credit card. What else do I need besides the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life? You’re amazing. Your thoughts are amazing.”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes. I’ll go with you. But Oliver…” She touched him then. Wrapped her fingers around his wrist, and the steady tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel stilled. “I don’t do this. I never do this. I made love with Eve this morning. I need to tell you before we go inside. I have to know that doesn’t make a difference in how you feel about me.”

Oliver leaned his head back and laughed out loud. “Eve was the first woman I ever had sex with. See? We’ve got her in common.”

Before Mei had a chance to work through his comment, Oliver was out of the car and opening her door. She went with him into the motel office, waited while he paid for the room, and followed him to the end of the long row of identical doors to the room they’d gotten on the end.

Oliver opened the door and held it for her. Mei stepped inside. The room was small but clean. Shades kept it dark and cool and the air conditioner hummed quietly from one wall. She wrapped her arms around her waist, shivering.

Nerves or the cool air? The door clicked shut behind her. Oliver flipped on a light. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She’d never, not once in her life, gone to a motel room with a strange man. She’d had sex in some odd places and some pretty cheesy motels, but never until she knew the man. A girl had to have standards.

Hers had just flown right out the window.

Oliver stepped up behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders and he put his face against her neck and kissed the sensitive skin just behind her ear. Mei went rigid.

“We’ll only go as far as you like. If you just want to talk, that’s all we’ll do. If you want me to make you come without penetration, I’ll do that for you.” He kissed her again. “If you’re a complete deviant and want to do anything, no matter how weird, I’m all for that, too.” He nipped her earlobe. “I thought I should throw that one in…just in case.”

The nervous tension fled. Mei took a deep breath. “This has been a most amazing day. Meeting Eve, realizing I could hear her thoughts in my head and learning she heard mine, too. Making love with her and having the most powerful orgasm I can recall. Shopping in stores I’ve never had the nerve even to go into before.”

She turned around, knowing she had to explain a bit of herself to Oliver. Wanted to know that he at least knew why she’d so quickly agreed to have sex with him, a man she didn’t even know. “We talked at lunch and Eve told me about you and Adam. She didn’t mention making love with you, but I sort of got the idea you had. She said she thought you and Adam might be lovers as well. You know what’s really weird? When she talked about you and Adam having sex I got so turned on I creamed my panties, right there in the restaurant. I’ve never thought much about two guys together before, but something about it, about the way she described the two of you, made it sound like the sexiest thing imaginable.”

“We are lovers. The three of us have made love together. I’ve never been alone with Eve. At least not yet.”

“Ah, but it is a possibility, right?”

Oliver smiled and leaned his forehead against hers. “Definitely. Can you tell what I’m thinking right now?”

Mei concentrated, but there was nothing. No images, not even a stray thought. She shook her head.

“I’m imagining all four of us together, our bodies twisted in a hot and sweaty tangle and we’re sucking and licking and touching every erogenous zone possible. I’ve got my head between your legs. You taste utterly delicious, by the way, and while I’m licking and sucking you, Adam’s working his cock deep in my ass and Eve has my cock in her mouth and her fingers on my balls.”

Mei drew in a harsh breath as her level of arousal deepened. Oliver’s nostrils flared. Her panties were soaked and she was almost certain he smelled her arousal. She should have been embarrassed. Instead she was more turned on than she’d been just minutes before.

Oliver cupped her face in his palms and kissed her. Slowly, methodically, he made love to her mouth. Mei rolled her hips in a futile attempt to make contact with his, but Oliver kept enough distance between their bodies so only their mouths connected.

She moaned, parting her lips wider, sucking his tongue inside, tangling the moist flesh in a sensual dance. She reached for Oliver’s waist and planted her hands on his hips to steady herself. He walked her slowly backward. The backs of Mei’s legs connected with the side of the bed. Oliver leaned her back until she lay on the mattress with her knees bent over the edge.

He leaned over her. Her skirt rode up when he planted his hips between her thighs. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her wet panties like a burning brand. He kept right on kissing her but she arched her hips, reaching for more contact with that solid bulge of fiery muscle against her clit.

Oliver pulled back and drew in a couple of huge breaths. “Take off your blouse,” he said. Mei didn’t hesitate. She slipped the buttons free and pulled it over her head. He gazed at her breasts as if he wanted to devour them. Then he took a slow, deep breath and knelt between her legs. He reached for the elastic band on her skirt. When he pulled it down, her panties slipped off her legs as well. Even without a single touch, her muscles had taken up a rhythmic clench and release and she moaned softly. “Oliver?” Her voice sounded soft and raspy, totally unfamiliar.

“Mei?”

She raised her head and realized Oliver’s mouth was barely an inch from her swollen sex. Her first thought was how glad she was that she’d shaved herself bare this morning, but all conscious thought fled when he leaned forward and licked her. A single long, slow glide of his tongue from her perineum to her clit. He merely teased that tiny bundle of nerves before repeating the same, slow sweep of his tongue. This time he paused between her folds and sucked first one of her lips, then the other into his mouth. She felt him nibble lightly and cried out when his fingers slipped inside her wet heat. She cried again when he pulled them free. He sucked her clit next and she felt his thumb enter her pussy.

She tightened her muscles around his thumb and clutched the bedspread to keep from grabbing Oliver’s short-cropped hair. His tongue circled her clit, his thumb pumped slowly in and out of her pussy, and his fingers trailed down the damp crease of her ass and pressed against her anus.