Wolf Tales 11 (23 page)

He wasn’t complaining a bit.

In fact, the plan was working much too well on both men, as far as Stefan could tell. At least it was working on him, and from all the whimpering, moaning and groaning coming from Oliver, Xandi must be learning a lot of Mei’s tricks—and learning them well.

He thought about that a moment. Xandi learning from Mei could be interesting—especially if she decided to try out her new skills on Anton. She was certainly learning from the master—or mistress, to be more specific.

Mei was devilishly inventive with all her toys and weird implements. She’d outdone herself tonight, but then, there was a goal in mind, one they all intended to meet.

Stefan’s mind snapped back to the present as Mei crawled up on the bed, knelt between his widely spread legs, and
slowly pushed the vibrator deeper inside his ass. She cupped his balls in her left hand but totally ignored his lonely prick. He tried not reacting, but there was no way.

Groaning, Stefan bucked his hips. No way could a red-blooded male hold still, not with that slow slide of vibrating heat impaling him and those long fingers carefully massaging his painfully stretched balls. His cock ached from standing at attention for so long, but the leather restraint Mei had skillfully woven around his ball sac and the base of his cock would probably keep him from climaxing for at least a month.

At least it felt that way, though he wasn’t anywhere near as trussed up as Oliver. Xandi had locked the poor guy’s package in a shiny chrome cage that glistened with reflected light. A ring trapped his balls and the bars of the cage encased his cock so tightly that it had to hurt. Ollie was so damned hard his cock looked unnaturally dark and swollen, with the thick metal bands pressed tightly into his flesh. Stef figured it probably bothered him more looking at it than it did Oliver experiencing it. Of course, Oliver, as usual, was loving every bit of whatever toys the girls chose to use.

“Mei, where in the hell do you find this stuff?” Stefan rattled his handcuffs and lifted his butt off the mattress as high as he could. It wasn’t easy—not with his ankles tied to opposing bedposts. One of his legs was crossed over Oliver’s so that both men were trussed, connected, and totally helpless.

Mei stretched out along Stefan’s naked body, forcing his erect cock against his belly. She rubbed her nipples over the clamps on his. He clenched his teeth to keep from cursing her, but he had to admit, the pain was exquisite.

“I love the Internet and home delivery, don’t you? Research, shopping … whatever a girl needs.” She kissed him, tracing the contours of his lips with her tongue. Dragged
her nipples over his, making him groan again. “The world is my marketplace,” she whispered.

Stefan chuckled. At least she’d left the floggers at home. “Mei, I am convinced your mind must be a very, scary place.”

Oliver snorted and made choking sounds. Finally he seemed to catch his breath. “Stef, you really don’t want to know. I’ve been inside her mind. It’s beyond scary.”

“I was afraid of that.”

Xandi leaned over the end of the bed and glared at both men in mock ferocity. “Mei, I think they’re much too talkative. For two men who are supposed to be undergoing intense sexual torture, they don’t sound as if they’re in nearly enough distress.”

Mei flashed her a big grin. “I agree. What do you think we should do about it? We’ve got …” She glanced at the clock. “Oh. Wow, we still have almost ten minutes. Sweetie, I’ve got a whole box of new toys we haven’t even gotten to yet.”

She crawled off Stefan. He rolled his head until he could see Oliver. “Quit grinning, stud muffin. I’m the one who signed for that new box of toys the day they were delivered, and I know what’s in there.”

Oliver sighed. “I know. Isn’t it great?”

Snorting in disgust, Stefan lay his head back down on the pillow as Mei pulled a huge blue dildo out of the box. She held it up for his perusal.

“What do you think?” she said, turning it this way and that to show off the shape and dimensions. “It’s anatomically correct.”

Stefan raised his head, stared at the dildo, and flopped his head back on the pillow. “Yeah. Right, Mei. Anatomically correct if your name is Paul Bunyan.”

Or Babe the Blue Ox.
Stefan stared at the clock, willing the hands to pass faster. Mei pulled the vibrating dildo out
of his butt, the one toy he’d almost gotten used to, and slowly began feeding him the new one.

His body really wasn’t designed for this. He was absolutely sure Mei’s confidence that the thing would fit was a bit misplaced. He closed his eyes and concentrated on relaxing, on not fighting the size and the length and how much it hurt, stretching that tight little ring of muscle.

Anton, damn it all. You’re going to owe me big time.
Except he doubted Anton would ever believe exactly what the girls had put them through tonight.

Some day, he really needed to think about writing a book.

Beside him, Oliver grunted as Xandi removed his chastity cage and began slowly applying something like little alligator clips to his cock and balls. Stefan watched, fascinated, but shit, those had to hurt. He cringed when Xandi fastened one to that sensitive spot just beneath Oliver’s glans. Oliver’s breath hitched in his throat. Stefan realized he was clenching his own jaw in sympathy.

The vibrator stretched his asshole and slid deeper.

Seven more minutes to go.

Mei twisted and turned the thing. Whatever she was doing took away any semblance of pain and felt way too good. His nipples ached. His balls ached. His cock was lonely, all trussed up and tied, and it ached.

His ass tightened around this new intruder. The pain faded as he adjusted to the size. At least one part of him was happy.

Then Mei twisted the damned thing, turning it on. Vibrations coursed through Stefan’s balls and up his cock as if he’d been struck by lightning. He felt that coil of heat at the base of his spine that told him he was going to come. Now.

Except he couldn’t. He’d forgotten all about the straps tied tightly around the base of his cock, forgotten that Mei could keep this up for hours. She shoved the dildo in as far as she could, so deep he could have sworn it made his molars
vibrate. Then she slowly, sinuously, crawled back up his body.

She pulled both the nipple clamps off at the same time.

“Shit! Ouch! Son of a bitch!”

Laughing, Mei put a finger to her lips. “Tone it down, big guy. We don’t want to wake the kids.”

He glared at her. Blood rushed to his tits. After that first blast of pain, they throbbed in painful counterpoint to the vibrations in his ass. Grinning like the devil’s spawn, Mei straddled his belly and rocked her pussy against his chest.

Dear Goddess, he really wanted to come. But he couldn’t. Not until it was time. Not until Mei undid the damned straps holding him prisoner. She’d wrapped one tightly around the base of his dick that was linked to the one wrapped around his balls. Another part of the strap ran the full length of his shaft and put pressure just beneath the glans.

The pain the straps caused was a combination both absolutely excruciating and unbelievably erotic. He jerked at the manacles for no reason other than the fact he just couldn’t seem to help himself. But, sick as it sounded, he didn’t want to be free. Didn’t really want this to end.

He’d never spent a night like this in his life. Aroused beyond belief, in more pain than he’d thought himself capable of enduring—it was such an intimately carnal experience, the sensations by themselves overwhelming, and yet when combined, they created a symphony of pain, a full orchestra playing over his body’s erogenous zones.

Why did he keep waiting for the cymbals?

He looked at the clock again. Four more minutes. Somehow he had to hang on for four more minutes. Mei ran her long, slim fingers through the dark mat of hair on his chest, leaned over, and licked first one nipple and then the other. Then she sucked the one over his heart between her lips and tugged.

Every muscle in his body tensed. His hips lifted involuntarily
and he thrust against nothing but air with a cock that needed a warm, wet place to call home.

Three minutes. Moaning, he clenched his butt around the giant dildo and lost himself in the combination of vibrations, warm woman, and a whole lot of exquisitely frustrating pain.

They’d explored the entire area that housed the National Zoo. Had run through forested woodlands as wild as anything back home in Maine, and then trotted between perfectly placed pens and cages and observed all types of creatures housed here.

The scents on the night air alone were invigorating, fascinating, and in many ways, so amazingly foreign. Bay had never been in a zoo before in his wolven form, not with his sense of smell so sharp and his hearing this acute. His nostrils twitched and on occasion his hackles rose. He’d salivated unashamedly when they’d trotted by pens holding potential prey.

Jake’s silly comments about hunting zebra and chasing down a wildebeest had them all in high form as they circled the park once again and finally reached a thick copse of trees hidden entirely from glaring lights. Even the sounds of the city were muted by thick branches and the open spaces beyond.

It was easy to imagine they ran wild in the forests of Maine, not within a park in the middle of Washington, DC. That the open spaces were broad meadows, not vast, empty parking lots.

Now, though, time was growing short and Bay was more than ready to mate. From the intense look in Jake’s amber eyes, he was just as primed. Following two sexy bitches in heat had driven them both so far inside the feral state that it was hard to concentrate on anything beyond the physical act of sex.

Shannon trotted over to a shadowed area beneath a large evergreen. Jake followed her, walking stiff-legged with his ears flat to his head. Baylor might have laughed if he’d been in human form, but it was hard to deny the fact he wasn’t in much better shape than Jake.

He wanted Manda. Now. Anton’s plans be damned, for all he cared. Lisa and Tala’s needs weren’t even on the radar. All he could think of was Manda and the rich scent of her heat. His human intelligence was muted by the thick wash of pheromones that wrapped him in their silken trap and drew him closer, held him tighter with every moment that passed.

His vision narrowed until all he saw was Manda. All he wanted was his mate. Now.

She waited in the shadows, a dark figure almost lost in the night except for the reflected gleam in her eyes. Bay crossed the area slowly, stalking her as if she were prey. Manda braced her front legs, lowered her head and laid her ears flat against her broad skull. Growling low in her throat, she teased him.

Dared him.

Tempted him.

He drew closer and the hair along his spine rose up on end. Finally, he was close enough to touch her, but her head was down, her ears flat. He’d checked the time moments ago and knew he needed to take her now, but still she dared him.

A sharp
yip
behind Bay told him Jake and Shannon had tied. That was all the incentive he needed. He leapt over Manda, shocking her with the unexpected move. She flexed her shoulder muscles to spin around, but he caught her, clamping down on the thick ruff of fur at the back of her neck. Holding her in place, Bay quickly mounted her, thrust hard and deep, and penetrated on his first attempt.

She whimpered and braced her legs, taking his weight,
taking him. And then her mind opened, her thoughts so clear it was as if they both experienced the depth of the mating bond once again.

He’d not expected that. Hadn’t really prepared himself for the emotional burst of Manda’s memories, of the past she’d worked so hard to put behind her. Painful as those memories were, he shared them willingly, proud to know she trusted him enough to feel her terrible fears, to experience her years of imprisonment at the hands of people who saw her as nothing more than a lab animal.

Seeing that man tonight, the one who had worked with Milton Bosworth during the years he’d imprisoned Manda, had to be weighing on her mind, sparking the memories, but her reasoning was crystal clear. Fear would not be their child’s way. She wanted this baby with everything in her heart, with all of her soul. Wanted the chance to relive a better childhood than her own, this time through the innocent eyes of their much loved offspring.

Baylor buried his muzzle in the thick fur on Manda’s shoulders and clasped her body tightly with his forelegs. For a moment he wished he were human, wished for the understanding his human form would have. They would talk about this, later. Now, the needs of the wolf were more powerful than the expectations of the man. The wolf needed completion.

And his body responded. He felt the thick knot at the base of his penis slip between Manda’s tight folds, felt the clenching, squeezing muscles within her slick channel ripple and tighten around him. Locked now, their minds in sync, hearts beating the same rhythm, lungs billowing at the same pace, they slipped naturally into the deepest level of the mating bond.

So tightly connected that when Manda released an egg for fertilization, Baylor sensed the promise of life within the ovum. So much a part of his mate that when she asked
the Goddess for her blessing, he was almost certain he heard Eve’s soft Southern drawl in reply.

His hips continued their rhythmic rock and sway, and the power between them grew. Manda’s joy, his body’s response, until they hovered there, building the power and sensing the same growing level of arousal from Jake and Shannon. Sharing their joy that this time, for the first time, Shannon’s prayers were answered—finally there would be a child.

It was time. It had to be time. He had that stupid watch on his foreleg and he couldn’t really see it all that well, didn’t really give a shit at this point. He couldn’t contain the sensations any longer. Could no longer hold back the amazing rush of energy that told him their climax was going to happen, no matter what.

Manda! Manda, my love, I can’t wait.

Jazzy wandered in to check on the babies while Tia locked the doors and looked carefully through every room in the house to make sure all the windows were latched as well. No way was she going to take any chances. Not while the guys were gone and it was just her and Jazzy and the babies.