Starr, Ellen - Wolf's Passion [The Joined] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (10 page)

“Cowboys? What sort of cowboys?” Jean-Paul’s voice took on a deeper, sexy tone.

“You would have liked them. They let me stay the night with them.” She shifted back to lean against the pillows again.

“Ah, and did you thank them properly for their hospitality?” Jean-Paul’s voice purred into her ear.

She smiled. “Of course I did.” She proceeded to tell him about her night. When she finished, she could hear the hitch in his breathing.

“I should not have asked you to tell me that,
mon amour
. My dick is so hard now it aches to be inside you.”

Cora stood, stepping over to her overnight bag. “Then we should do something about that, shouldn’t we?”

He chuckled. “How? You are hundreds of miles from me. I am long,
mon amour
, but not
that
long.”

She tucked the phone against her shoulder as she opened her bag. “Silly. Go and get on the bed.” She listened to him walking into their bedroom. The soft rustle of the bedding as he sat down made her mouth go dry.

“I am here. Now what?”

“Now I want you to put the phone on speaker and undress.” She took out her vibrator then went back to the bed. “When you’re naked, pull back the covers.” She listened to him do as she instructed. “Get into bed.”

“Cora, you are seriously turning me on.”

“That’s the idea, sweetheart. Now get the vibrator out of the nightstand. The warming gel is right beside it.”

She heard his breathing increase followed by the sound of the drawer opening. “I have them.”

Cora’s nipples hardened. Her clit throbbed. “Good. I want you to touch yourself with the vibrator. All over.”

“Oh, Cora.” He sounded as if he’d been running a marathon.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” She heard the tightness of need in his voice. “Oh,
mon amour
.”

She was seriously aroused herself. “Now I want you to slick down the vibrator with the gel.”

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Is it done?”

“Yes. Fuck, Cora.”

“Put it inside you.” His low moan as he obeyed her almost made her come. “Fuck yourself with it.”

“Yes.”

“Remember the last time we used the vibrator. Think about it. You fucked me with it. It’s been inside me. It’s the way you feel inside me, think about that.” She heard her own arousal in the hoarseness of her own voice. Cora listened to Jean-Paul’s ragged breathing. He was going to come soon.

She heard the low moan of her name from her lover. “It feels like the cowboys did when they fucked me,” she whispered.

A loud groan followed Jean-Paul’s sharp gasp. He swore softly in French, and then she heard nothing but silence. She waited.

“I think you killed me,
mon amour
,” he said at last. He sounded sleepy.

Cora smiled. “I hope not.”

“I will sleep like the dead.”

They both chuckled. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart. Hang up the phone now and go to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow with more cowboy tales.”

“Cora, you are my treasure.” She heard him yawn as he disconnected.

Cora turned off her phone with a sigh. She wished she could have seen Jean-Paul’s face when he came. He’d probably sleep the rest of the night. She wouldn’t, though. Cora picked up the vibrator she’d brought with her.

She touched the tip of the toy to her lips, smiling. She got off the bed and turned out all the lights in the room. When her eyes adjusted, she undressed, letting her clothes drop to the floor. Naked, she went back to the bed.

Cora pulled the covers back then climbed into bed. Lying back, she let her hands drift over her body. In her fantasy Jean-Paul was with her. As her breath began to grow faster she rubbed her fingers over her nipples. She remembered the way Wolf touched her. A jolt of lust rocked her, making her clit throb.

“Oh, Wolf.” She bit her lip, moaning, tugging at her nipples. Cora slid her hands slowly over her body. In her imagination, Wolf became Rafe. She reached for the vibrator. Turning it to the heat and pulse setting, she slipped it deep into her pussy. Rafe fucked her while Wolf watched them. She moaned. Dale joined Wolf. She turned up the vibrator setting.

She fucked the vibrator as deep as she could. It seemed as if she could actually feel the hands of the Werewolves on her skin. Her relief danced just out of reach. She sobbed with the need to come. Suddenly she felt claws on her body, scratching, prickling. She groaned as her orgasm shuddered through her.

Spent, Cora lay where she collapsed. Her breathing slowed, calming until she could focus on the room around her. She pulled the sheet over herself. Sleep claimed her right away.

* * * *

Wolf shifted in his sleep. He growled. Cora lay before him on a strange bed fucking herself. He reached down to discover his cock hard. A whimper followed by a thrust of hips from Dale sleeping behind him let him know he was broadcasting. Too late Wolf tried to shut it down. Rafe stirred with a deep growl.

Wolf turned over to face Dale. He pulled the younger man to him until their erect cocks pressed together. Dale shifted, turning until his back was to Wolf, to allow his Alpha to enter him. Wolf reached around, wrapping his fist around Dale’s cock.

Rafe’s arm came around Wolf’s hip. He felt the nudge of Rafe’s hard cock against his ass. Suddenly Rafe slathered warm lube over his cock. Wolf tried to hold in the moan as Rafe guided him into Dale. Dale whined softly as he began to change. Wolf returned the younger Werewolf’s whine.

“Sorry, babe,” he whispered as his own change began. Rafe wrapped his arms around both Wolf and Dale, and then they were joined together in a fucking frenzy driven by the dream of Cora. They shed their human appearance in favor of their true forms. Somewhere in his jumbled thoughts he longed to do this with Cora. In his human form he couldn’t get her pregnant. For that he needed to be in his true form. This form.

Alien to Earth yet part of human myth for centuries, the three lithe, dark Werewolves moved together as they would have on their home world. Wolf snarled, his lips drawn back to reveal his elongated canines, as Rafe dug his claws into Wolf’s hips. Dale bucked back to meet Wolf’s thrusts, close to his orgasm. Wolf nuzzled Dale’s ear. “It’s all right, come. Spill your seed into my hand.”

Dale groaned. His cock spasmed, sending a stream of semen into Wolf’s palm. When he finished, Dale turned to face Wolf. Wolf pulled him close. Rafe reamed him, hard and steady. Wolf felt Rafe’s cock swell and jerk inside him. The hot rush along with the heat of his Pack lovers surrounding him sent him over the edge. He came with a howl.

Chapter Fifteen:

At the Dead Man Dude Ranch

Cora squinted despite her dark sunglasses. The straw cowboy hat the ranch provided shaded her face. Jean-Paul would never forgive her if she got too much sun. The horse she rode did not like her. The creature shivered every now and then just before it turned its head to try biting her again. Cora quickly learned to keep her feet well back out of reach.

Dead Man, Texas, founded in the 1870s by a tiny group called the Joined, who believed every woman should have at least two husbands, was unique in Cora’s experience. She sighed. A woman on the gray horse nearby laughed with the men who rode on either side of her, kissing each of them in turn. The sight made Cora think of Wolf. She wondered how many of the town’s population of 1,800 were Werewolves.

The horse shuddered under her. She jerked her foot back just in time. A quiet chuckle behind her made her look around. The guide, a gorgeous young man who introduced himself as Jake Brooks, smiled at her, giving her a sexy wink. “I’ll see you get a different horse for the trail ride tomorrow.”

“Thank you.” Cora returned the guide’s smile. She stared a little too long at his teeth.
Were his canine teeth a little too long?
She forced herself to look away. She was being silly seeing Werewolves everywhere. Her gaze fell on several wooden buildings in the distance. It looked like the set for an old West ghost town. “What’s that over there?”

“That’s Old Town, what’s left of old Dead Man after the 1874 mine explosion. It collapsed a large underground cavern and exposed the lake. Half the cemetery and about two-thirds of the town fell into the water. We call it Graveyard Lake.” The guide hadn’t taken his eyes off her.

“Will we be touring it?” Cora thought she saw movement near one of the dilapidated structures. She shaded her eyes. Two figures stood beside what looked to be an old well. A third joined them. They seemed to know she watched, all turned to look back at her. The hair on her arms rose. She shivered. The place appeared to be full of paranormal creatures.
Jean-Paul will love it here
.

“No, it’s too dangerous. The ground is unsafe. Supposed to be a lake monster there, too.”

“Oh. I thought I saw… Never mind. It must be the sun.” She shook her head with a soft chuckle. The guide finally looked away.

“Maybe not. The place is supposed to be haunted by the ghosts of an early triad. Old Town was built on the site of an old ranch. Story goes, the people over in Jimson Weed went to check when no one came to town for a while. They found two of them in bed dead. The third had died in the Civil War, but people claimed they saw him in town not long before they found the bodies.”

Cora looked back at the spot where the figures had been standing. “How sad.”

“Yeah.” Jake was quiet for a moment, gazing at the ruined well with her. She got the feeling he saw them, too. He sighed and shrugged. “Anyway, some of the more adventurous citizens live there and the braver local kids mess around there. Annie’s uncle wanted to take guests over, but the town council never approved it. Last thing the town needs is a tourist getting injured.”

“Too bad, people would flock to this place. Ghost tours are very popular these days. Especially with a romantic story to spice things up.”

He grinned at her and winked. “If you believe in that sort of thing. I think most tourists come to gawk at the locals.”

“Locals?” Cora knew Jake meant the community of the Joined.

“People who don’t find the Joined belief in multiple husbands offensive.”

“Ah.” Her stomach fluttered.

“There’s a nice group in the Lifestyle here as well. We take in a number of trainees in every year. We welcome those who want to explore the Lifestyle of the Joined. We don’t need curiosity seekers.”

“I understand.”

He gave her an appraising look. “Sub?”

“Of a sort.”

“Has your Master given you permission to play without his presence?”

“We have a very open relationship. We’ve been together quite a long time. When we’re apart, he trusts me to know what he would approve of.” Cora smiled at the young man.

Jake returned her smile. “Just ask the desk to call Jake if you’re interested in a little play while you’re here. We can set you up with someone suitable. I wouldn’t mind tying you to a bed myself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

Cora sighed. The place was beautiful. Jean-Paul would be pleased. He would be thrilled that their relationship and lifestyle would be accepted without question. She jerked her foot out of the horse’s reach again. She resolved to call Jean-Paul again and tell him about everything.

* * * *

Rafe watched the small tour group from the ridge. He growled softly. Jake was getting too close to Cora. Again. Cora was theirs. With a deep breath he reined in the jealousy that ate at him. He knew she needed to decide this on her own, but that didn’t make it any easier.