Wolf-Bound: Unfamiliar Territory (5 page)

“So you did know,” she breathed.

“I’m weyr. We know these things.” He shook his head in apology. “We should have told you. It wasn’t fair to let you leave without knowing.” He tried a tentative smile. “But I’m here now, and I want to help you take care of the babies.”

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Tara’s direct gaze faltered. Her already pale face whitened even further. Shit. He should have found a better way to do this. He had created too much stress, with her being pregnant.

He shouldn’t have told her about Johnathan right away. Should have waited.

“Oh, God, Jake.” She looked away, her lips quivering, and passed a shaky hand through her tousled hair. “I don’t know how to tell you.”

He tilted his head, eyeing her warily. “Tell me what?”

She wouldn’t look at him. “It’s…” She reached down and cradled her stomach protectively.

Sudden intuition shook him to the core. Without thinking, Jake stood, leaning over the desk to rest his hand on her stomach. Shock, instant and brutal, slammed through him.

“No,” he growled.

Tara stared, her features registering sorrow, compassion, and fear.

“Noooo!” Jake wrenched his hand away. He felt the discomfort of transformation, unbidden, his joints popping. “No.” Howling, he turned and tore open the door, then dashed across the porch. Tara struggled up and hurried over to the doorway. Jake jumped into the street, turning this way and that.

“Jake!”

Trees crowded against the backs of the building. He turned and looked at her for a long moment, part man, part wolf, then loped around the corner of the building. The rustle of leaves and crunching underbrush marked his frantic passage up the side of the mountain.

Tara leaned against the porch railing, then slid down to the deck, burying her face in her hands. What was she going to do?

Jake crashed through the undergrowth, barely registering the loss of his shoes, his backpack. He dropped to all fours, flinging himself fully into the change. Snarling, he ripped at his clothes with his teeth. When he was free, he ran, his lean, rugged wolf form flitting ghostlike between the trees.

Not possible. Can’t be gone.

He ran, and kept running, desperate to outstrip the images in his mind.

Johnathan, NO!

He heard again a fleshy thud. A whimper.

Lost.

Blood. A soft whisper. A dying sigh.

How could you, Johnny? How could you LEAVE ME!

The warm curve of her belly, under his hand.

No.

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A heart. A single heart, beating.

Nonononononononono!

I promised him. Promised.

One child. Just one.

Supposed to be two. Me and HIM. A piece of HIM, still here with me.

One heartbeat. One.

Green eyes. Wide with compassion and fear.

Not possible. Not POSSIBLE!

Too much. He couldn’t face it.

Human thought fled. He ran without awareness, natural instincts guiding him over, under, through. He barely registered a high fence before he was up onto the thick bole of a fallen tree and sailing over the barrier. He didn’t come to any semblance of true awareness until dark had fallen and the moonlight slid softly over the silvery white flank of a young buck. Without pausing, the black wolf leaped.

Blood, hot and fresh.

Meat, warming his belly.

The wolf fed, and yet still the gaping void within threatened to consume him.

Loss. Too much loss.

The massive black wolf opened his jaws and raged at the moon.

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Unabashed Passion

Jenny paused, her hands poised to drop a silky negligee over her head. An unearthly howling split the night air, sounding very close. She shivered involuntarily.

Damien slipped his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. “Chilly?”

Jenny shook her head. “No, it’s that sound.”

She felt his head move and knew he was sharing a glance with Devlin. She turned and looked from one to the other. Dev, reclining on the bed in all his naked glory, raised an innocent eyebrow, but she sensed the rising tension in the room.

She faced Damien, capturing his gaze. “What is it?”

He shrugged, pulling her close -- well, as close as her rounded belly would allow. “It’s nothing,” he murmured, lowering his head to press his lips to hers. She opened her mouth to protest, but his tongue snuck in, its silken touch stealing her breath away. She moaned, permitting the nightgown to flutter to the ground as she ran her fingers through his sandy brown hair, tousling his curls.

He growled. In one smooth movement, seemingly effortless, he had swept his arm under her knees and was cradling her, carrying her to the bed. Devlin scooted over, and Damien deposited Jenny between them. Straddling her legs, he leaned over, planting feathery kisses across the middle of her taut, round tummy.

“Mmm. That’s nice.” Warmth suffused her belly. The children within stirred. “Oh, look! They’re moving.” Dev sat up, his hands joining Damien’s, resting on her belly, feeling the tiny hands and feet move against them.

Devlin’s blue eyes shone like a sunlit sky. “No matter how many times I feel that, it’s still incredible.” He leaned over, his lips brushing hers. “It’s so beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

Jenny’s nipples tingled as his mouth lightly caressed hers. Moaning, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking gently.

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Dev growled, thrusting his tongue between her lips. His hand glided along the curve of her belly, fingers sliding between her legs.

Jenny sighed and spread her thighs invitingly. Damien grinned and bowed his head.

Devlin’s fingers slipped inside her pussy just as Damien’s mouth closed on her throbbing clit.

Jenny moaned. Devlin’s tongue stroked and glided against hers, imitating the movement of his fingers inside her pussy. She moaned again, opening her legs wider.

Damien’s teeth nipped her clit. She whimpered, pressing her hips up. His tongue danced, first stroking along the length of her slit, next probing her swollen nub. Corkscrews of electric tingling spread from his probing tongue to her slick pussy.

Gasping, she reached out, burying her fingers in his hair, urging him on. Devlin broke away, sitting back to watch her face as his fingers plunged in and out of her weeping slit. The tip of Damien’s tongue flicked back and forth across the apex of her clit. Jenny bucked and whimpered, her fingers tangling in Damien’s curls. He caught her hand and pulled it away.

Sitting up, he flashed a wicked grin, sliding two fingers into her pussy alongside Devlin’s.

“Yes!” Jenny clutched the bedcovers, her gaze darting from one to the other of her lovers, drinking in the sight of their bright blue eyes darkened with lust, their mussed brown hair, streaked blond by the sun, framing their beloved faces.

Damien’s gaze locked onto hers. Wiggling his eyebrows, he buried his two fingers deep inside her, probing that delicious spot that drove her wild. Jenny gasped and arched.

Alongside his, Devlin’s fingers glided in and out, faster and faster. Her pussy spasmed. She thrust, meeting them stroke for stroke as the pressure built within her pelvis.

Damien reached out with his free hand, capturing her clit between his thumb and forefinger, milking urgently. “Damien, yes!” Pleasure burst from her clit, flooding her groin.

She pressed her thighs together, arching, trapping them both inside her. “Damien, Devlin!

Oh, God, yes. Yes!” Her pussy exploded with delight, contracting, milking their fingers the way Damien was milking her clit. “Oh, God, yes,” she sobbed, tossing her head as her body shuddered in ecstasy. “Yes, yes, yes.”

When she was finally aware of her surroundings again, she reluctantly parted her legs.

Dev grinned, shaking his hand to restore circulation. “That’s quite a grip you’ve got, lover!”

Heat flared in her cheeks. “Sorry.” Then she shrugged. “Hey, it’s not my fault you guys drive me wild.”

“And vice versa.” Dev stretched out next to her, lying on his side. His hand found hers, guiding it to his thick cock.

Jenny grinned, wrapping her fingers around him.

Damien joined them, snuggling up close on the other side. Jenny walked her fingers across his abdomen, teasing the tip of his ripe cock with her fingernails. He groaned, stroking his shaft as she tickled.

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Jenny squeezed her left hand, running it slowly from the base of Dev’s cock to its glistening head. At the same time, she surrounded the tip of Damien’s with all five fingers, pressing just below the ridge of his swollen head and twisting back and forth.

They both groaned. Devlin covered her hand with his, tightening her grip, stroking with her while he watched their hands move together. Damien closed his eyes, raising his hips, massaging his own cock while she pressed the palm of her hand against its glistening tip, still twisting.

Damien gasped. His hand froze on his cock. “Quick, Damien! Please.” Jenny opened her mouth. He shuddered and sat up, swiftly straddling her shoulders. She pressed her lips around his glistening head, scraping her teeth gently across its tip.

He bucked, driving his shaft into her mouth. Her gaze found his, locking onto those deep blue pools, drowning in them as she sucked, harder and harder, circling her tongue over, under, around. She probed the opening from which she’d drink his essence, darting the tip of her tongue in and out. Damien gasped. His hands grasped her head, holding her tight as he thrust deep.

Devlin’s fingers tightened on her left hand, where she still stroked his cock, his eyes sparkling with delight as he watched them, enjoying their pleasure every bit as much as they did. “That’s it, baby. Take him.” His voice was thick with desire.

Jenny reached up and cupped his brother’s balls with her right hand, squeezing lightly, then wrapped her fingers around the rigid shaft gliding in and out of her mouth.

Damien arched, burying himself inside her. The base of his cock swelled, the ring that would normally hold him captive inside her pussy bulging against the palm of her hand. She squeezed tight, and he gasped.

His cock pulsed against her tongue, warmth flowing down the back of her throat.

Jenny swallowed, closing her eyes, drinking his essence more than willingly, caressing him with her tongue, milking him with her hand.

“Good God, woman.” He shuddered. Once, twice, filling her mouth with his seed.

Finally, he uttered a deep sigh. “You are so damn good.” Sated, he gently removed himself from her, lying beside her on the bed, a hand resting on her tummy.

“No, I’m not.” She grinned, turning toward Devlin. “I’m bad. In fact, I’m very, very bad.”

Their left hands still stroked his cock, slow and steady. Jenny’s right forefinger found the base of his shaft, gliding down between his testes. She pressed inward, probing his perineum. Dev grunted, hips bucking. Jenny licked her lips, angling herself across the bed with Damien’s help, so that her cheek rested on Devlin’s abdomen.

His right hand caught her head, trying to guide her onto him. Jenny resisted. “Not yet,”

she whispered. “Wait for me, lover.” Dev groaned, but gave in, letting his hand drop. Still

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stroking rhythmically with her left hand, she brought her right pinky to her mouth, licking until it glistened wetly.

At a glance from her, Damien shifted so that he sat between Devlin’s legs. He spread his twin’s cheeks. Dev gasped. “Oh, God. Yes, baby.” Jenny smiled to herself as she worked the tip of her pinky into the tight pucker between his cheeks. “Oh, yeah.” Jenny thrust the finger repeatedly, probing a little deeper each time. “Oh, hell, yeah!”

His hand found her own cheeks, his forefinger massaging her anus as she pinky-fucked his. Jenny moaned. He let go of his shaft, his left hand tangling in her dark, silky tresses. She sucked his glistening dome into her mouth, pleased by his sharp intake of breath, his fingers wrapping themselves in her hair. She tightened her hand on him, twisting it back and forth, going down on him, just a little at first, then deeper, mimicking the thrust of her finger in his anus. “Oh, God, baby! Yes. Yes, baby.”

Damien’s eyes seemed to glow as he watched her finger gliding in and out of his brother’s ass. Still holding Dev’s cheeks wide, he rearranged himself, thrusting out a foot and using the toes to push apart her legs. Jenny obliged, spreading her thighs wide, releasing a sharp gasp of pleasure as his big toe slid between her slick lips.

She moaned, long and low, knowing the vibrations this sent through Devlin’s stiff shaft would drive him wild. He growled, rewarding her by finally pressing the tip of his forefinger in past the rim of her anus. Gasping, Jenny bucked her hips, head bobbing, hand twisting on his cock. Hoping he would follow suit, she wriggled her pinkie, burrowing inside his tight canal.

Dev cried out, pushing her head down, burying his cock in her throat as he drove his finger deep into her ass. Jenny whimpered, swirling her tongue around his cock as the rib along its shaft began to pulse.

Between her slick labia, Damien’s toe wiggled deliciously. She grunted, working her hips, thrusting back and forth, driving his toe and Dev’s finger deeper into her pussy and ass.

Dev gasped, arching. Salty warmth flooded her mouth. She suckled greedily, gulping and slurping noisily because she knew that the sounds of her drinking their essence made them come even harder.

And then she was pressing her thighs together, pure bliss blossoming between her legs as Damien’s toe and Devlin’s finger trapped her sweet spot between them, palpating over and over. Between swallows she whimpered, riding a wave of sheer pleasure.

When the last delightful tremors had swept through her body and she had lapped the final pearly drops from the tip of Devlin’s cock, they helped her lie back, brushing her tangled hair away from her face. “Are you all right?” Damien caressed her belly tenderly.

“Mmm. Never better,” she murmured blissfully.

He shook his head in wonder. “I thought pregnant women’s sex drives diminished once they were into their third trimester.”