The Hard Way (Box Set) (22 page)

“Griffins!” Delia thoughtfully supplied, drawing attention to herself at this very crucial moment.

Reality and sick fantasy combined in Evan’s mind. Delia’s words were almost lost in his shock, but they managed to shut him up and ease his rant before it began.

“So,” she continued, now that the wide, glazed, gray eyes were focused solidly in on her. “So there are no weredragons or weregriffins, but there are were
wolves
?”

As she spoke, the rich, russet fur that covered her form began to retreat, revealing smooth dark skin. The long lion muzzle with all its fanged glory sank inward while the lioness’ partial mane grew out and up, turning into a nice, full, caramel Afro. Slowly, as if on high-speed film, the lion body seemed to melt into the female form, revealing the naked, full-sized woman who had stormed into the shop and almost given him a heart attack.

Rich in tone, her dark skin was the color of mother earth, warm and inviting and very much appealing to his wolf’s instincts. His eyes traveled over her form from her tiny toes to the top of her curly haired head, and all the soft-looking flesh in between.

And of course, there was the matter of the russet colored wings that remained and waved, almost tauntingly, at him. Damned if he didn’t know what was holding his attention more -- the taunting wings or the fact Delia was as buck naked as the day she slid out of her mother’s womb. Did weregriffins have mothers who possessed wombs or were they hatched?

These musings aside, his mind was once again drawn to the now winged female.

Delia was not a small woman by any stretch of the imagination, but she was damned confident and attractive. She was all curves and valleys, her large breasts with their dusky nipples just right for sucking and kneading. Her stomach was rounded yet firm, perfect for cuddling against or lying on as he spread those soft cradling thighs and let his fingers explore the dark curls that protected what had to be the mother of all pussies.

Was it wrong to refer to a werelion, uh, griffin, as having a pussy?

“Boy? Excuse me, boy.” Her voice cracked through the naughty visions in his head that had him buried face first in her kitty-cat, her wings flapping like mad as those thighs surrounded his head, almost smothering him with her… “Boy? If you’re done imagining that I’m your playground, would you answer something for me?”

How had she known? Then he noticed the obvious answer in his hard dick that seemed to reach up and wave hi to the griffin.

He blushed and resisted the urge to cover his cock with his hands. But he had already lost too much face to wimp out like that. Evan steeled his spine. “Huh?” Evan groaned, watching the winged babe on the bed roll to her back from her appealing lounging position on her side, and had to fight the urge to bite the heel of his hand.

Was that ass phat or what?

He had always had a thing for big women; to him, they were the epitome of lush womanhood, and Delia was proving to be very distracting. Hell, Delia was almost too distracting!

Angling his head to clear the naughty thoughts, Evan forced himself back to the present.

“What’s your game?” he asked, looking around, eyes narrowing as he realized the lizard man had risen from the perch of furs to position himself before the only entrance, and consequently, the only exit from this room.

“Just a question.” Delia smiled, an overly large pink tongue tracing her full, berry colored lips, giving just a glimpse of some serious non human canines that still remained. “When were you bitten?”

Evan blinked at the question, then glared at the winged female lounging on the bed of furs like she hadn’t a care in the world.

He was sure she could read the suspicion within his gray gaze. “You believe me?”

“Look around you, boy!” Delia sighed, rolling her eyes and lifting one plump hand to tick off her points, giving him a view of her ample breasts nestling in the rich furs. “One, you came here looking for help, spreading your scent around like a bitch in heat. Don’t be surprised when an alpha decides to take you up on your oh so kind offer.”

“But I didn’t…” Evan began, only to be cut off as Delia shot him a nasty glare and continued just like Evan hadn’t even spoken.

“Two,” she counted, lifting up another finger. “When Hatori tried to comfort you, you passed out on us like, well, like a little bitch. We put you in the only place we could think of to protect you and ourselves while your body decided to practice entropy.”

“What?” he shrieked that time. His body was going through chaos?

“And thirdly,” she added another finger. “I can see your wolf side is fighting the human side, and guess who’s winning, fur-boy? This is dangerous because a newbie like you risks exposing us all and starting a huge were-hunt the likes of which this country has never seen, forcing us to hide like bitches. That, or you’ll turn on us and try to force us to be your bitches. I’ll eat your ass before I let that happen. So, the way I see it, boy, or should I say cub, you can become an entrée or you can
answer the fucking question! When were you bit
?”

Delia leaned forward and roared those last words, her eyes going amber, her pupils slitting as she made her dominance known.

Evan jumped at the omnipotent voice bellowing from the winged hottie’s throat. For a moment, all he could think about was how loud she’d bellow while he was plowing into her.

He felt his penis flex, a drip of pre-cum leaking from the tip, and the blood filled his previously hard cock, transforming it to something with the strength of titanium. He found himself licking his bottom lip as a slow predator’s grin spread across his face, showing off the dimples that popped out.

Delia inhaled suddenly, a grin -- more of a smirk -- spreading across her mouth. “Oh, my.” She licked her own lips. “It appears that a little fear of imminent death does wonders for your libido.”

Evan screamed into his alpha female’s pussy as two fingers roughly slammed into his entrance. His hands slipped upward to cup her ass, kneading her soft flesh to distract him from the burn igniting in his ass
.

His alpha male didn’t waste any time, knowing his submissive gamma could take the slight burn, and that the wolf pup desired it
.

“
Hatori!” Evan gasped, pulling away for a second before the delicious feeling of fullness consumed him. His alpha female’s work on his cock further eased his discomfort, soothing the burn into a dull ache that demanded to be filled. Licking her clit, Evan thrust downward into her mouth, taking advantage of the gift she was allowing him by even putting his cock in her mouth
.

That caused the fingers in his ass to slide backwards, striking against his prostate and sending cool fire shooting through his veins. Evan soon found a rhythm, thrusting back into the fingers, down into the mouth, and he moved slowly, relishing the new level of ecstasy he was rising to
.

“
Take more.” His alpha male whispered the command in his ear as he leaned over Evan’s sweaty back
.

One of his male’s hands slid down to tug and pull at his nipples while the two fingers in his ass were withdrawn and three added
.

Evan whimpered, smearing his face wet and shiny with Delia’s juices, his body trembling in need
.

“
Soon,” his male whispered, that wicked tongue tracing his ear and the back of his neck as he scissored his fingers, spreading Evan wide. “Soon Delia will allow you to fuck her pussy while I take this ass. Would you like to be sandwiched, little one?” His voice was like smooth silk. “Would you like to be both taking and taken
?”

* * *

Evan once again sat on the edge of the bed of furs, trying to control the tremors that wracked his body.

On his right side sat a worried were-dragon, patting his hand and offering him tea, coffee, liquor -- anything to calm his battered nerves. Before him stood Delia, foot tapping, wings fluttering, as she fought to hold in her amusement.

Quiet Hatori had taken to the lost boy-cub like he was a stray pet, and the new were wasn’t even noticing. He just took it all in, doing his best to calm himself.

A second later, Evan lost control and pounced.

His hands were drawn to Delia’s breasts while his mouth began to nuzzle at her neck, his nose now extremely sensitive to her scent, the scent of an alpha female. He didn’t even realize he had knocked her over on her back in an effort to gain a closer skin-on-skin contact. Hell, he didn’t even realized he was making little grunting noises, the wolf in him acknowledging his delight at the scent and feel of this alpha female. That she was of another species never even registered as wolf and human came into an accord about this particular woman, something about her delighting each side of his apparently new psyche.

The man loved the rounded, dimpled flesh, the softness of her skin, the fullness of her lush figure. The wolf craved her dominating attitude, the determination to protect those she considered hers, and he was so willing to become one of her pack.

All of this merged to create one hot and horny, hungry were puppy.

He didn’t even realize, as he nuzzled and licked Delia, that hair had begun to sprout across his back and his fingertips had reformed to include black claws. Then her laughter gave him pause.

Delia, full-bodied, winged goddess, was laughing! And worse, she was laughing at
him
!

“Puppies are so cute,” she chuckled and just like that, the waves of desire that had swamped him receded, leaving him limp and confused.

Now the lizard man was there, patting him on the shoulders as he rolled off Delia’s body, helping him up and shoring up the remaining bits of his ego. The were-dragon even glared at the still laughing griffin as she rolled to a sitting position.

“Don’t look at me like that, Hatori.” Delia rolled her big brown eyes, still amused by the males around her. “It had to be done. I have questions and he damn well better have the correct answers. He can’t give me that while he is humping on my stomach and trying to fuck my thighs.”

“There’s a thing called tact,” Hatori groused, looking at the devastated were, who was now nuzzling into his neck, seeking any comfort he could find.

“But that’s not nearly as fun,” Delia grinned, giving her nude form a little bounce. “Besides, his sex-lust is gone for now.”

“Along with his ego.” Hatori snorted and patted his pet were on the head again.

Evan tended to agree with the dragon but couldn’t stop shaking long enough to make his opinion known. He had no idea why his body was reacting this way, and it was beginning to unnerve him.

“But now we get some answers, so it balances out quite nicely in the end.” Delia gave Hatori a blinding smile, made all the more blinding because her black gums emphasized the whiteness of her fangs. She turned to Evan. “So, when were you bitten? Who was with you, because I can smell that there was more than one of you and it wasn’t that long ago. Have you had your first full change yet?”

Evan’s head jerked up and his eyes turned to Delia. The attack!

That brought his mind back to his original purpose for even being there.

“I… How did you know?” Evan resisted the urge to cringe when Delia’s smile dimmed, and her eyes zeroed in on him.

“Because, darling boy.” Delia rose to her feet, took a step forward and dropped to her knees before Evan. “Whether you want it or not, you are going to be changing into a were.”

“It was what he expected.” Evan sighed, hanging his head. “Chris was right.”

The air left Evan’s body in a huge sigh, and he slumped where he was sitting against Hatori, eyes drowning dark in defeat.

“You know,” Delia stated as she patted Evan’s hands. “You always knew. You just wanted it confirmed.”

“Yeah,” Evan whispered. “I guess.” Tears began to fill his eyes, but he blinked them back. This was not the time to fall apart. He needed information and he…

Damn it! He was scared!

“Would you like to speak of it?” Hatori exchanged a worried glance with Delia as Evan gave himself a full body shake and then looked up at the pair of alpha weres. Evan didn’t know how he knew they were alpha. Perhaps the animal in him knew by instinct.

Evan had always followed instinct -- even these new animal instincts that seemed to be trying to take him over -- so he opened his mouth and began to talk. “It was about three weeks ago,” Evan began. “There was this photographer…” Evan’s voice trailed off as he allowed the memories to surface.

“It wasn’t even dark,” he recalled. “The sun was going down…”

* * *

The intellectual photographer, who annoyed the hell out of him, was just finishing up snapping photos of the flora and fauna, taking measurements for feasibility studies and probability reports. This was the seventh and last site to be examined during this two-week trek through the wilds of the Allegheny Mountains.

Though not fond of each other, the two had settled into something resembling a working partnership. Christopher was there to take photos and measurements, and Evan was there to ensure that the government was not screwed out of photographers’ and surveyors’ fees.

This particular evening, Chris was going on about finishing up the last roll of film, despite the malevolent feeling of being watched. It had been an awkward day, with both men unnerved yet struggling to hide it.

“Look.” Chris chuckled, pointing behind Evan. “A cherry!”

Evan, already plagued with feelings that his companion was less than forthcoming about his sexuality, raised one eyebrow.

If only Christopher, metrosexual that he was, knew what Evan and a few of his Special Forces buddies had gotten up to during their last reunion, cherry was the last thing he would be yelling at him.

Instead of commenting, he raised his eyebrow and waited.

In response, Christopher exploded into laugher, a cheerful sound that managed to dispel some of the tension that seemed to follow both men like a dark cloud.

“Cherry?” Evan finally snorted, rolling his eyes at Chris’ antics and looking around for the source of the smaller man’s amusement. It was probably nothing more than a cherry tree or two that had been displaced from an orchard somewhere nearby and took root here.