Wolf-Bound: Unfamiliar Territory, page 17
Their alpha didn’t seem to notice, however. Lost in some private reverie, he ignored the other five people in the room. Shrugging, Jenny leaned into Damien’s embrace, trailing her hand along the inner side of his thigh. He sighed, resting his cheek against the top of her head. Jenny glanced at Tara and Marshall again, assuring herself that they were not paying attention, and traced the firm bulge of his cock through the fabric of his jeans. He smiled. His hand dropped down, sneaking up under her shirt, sliding beneath the waistband of her sweats to caress her bare hip.
Fabric swished softly against fabric as Devlin shifted in the recliner opposite them. Jenny looked over to find that he was watching them, one leg up and turned slightly to hide his hard-on from Tara’s and Marshall’s eyes. An anticipatory shiver traveled down Jenny’s spine. It was going to be so good, a couple of days from now, when the weather let up enough for their guests to leave. She and Damien, making out like school kids with guests in the same room, restricted only to each other, due to the situation. Goddess, it was making her horny. She couldn’t wait until she had access to all three of them again. She pictured them touching her all over, hands and lips and cocks, all three of them loving her, making her come again and again. Her breath quickened, and her right hand stroked Damien’s shaft through his jeans. She shifted, raising one leg slightly to hide her left hand as she reached between her thighs and began toying with her clit.
Damien cleared his throat. Jen started, glaring at him as she pulled her wandering hands into her lap. “I think I’ll turn in,” he announced. “Snowstorms make me sleepy, for some reason.”
Tara and Marshall glanced up from their makeshift pallet. “Sounds good,” Marshall responded, with a knowing glint in his eye. “As a matter of fact, I think we’ll call it a night, too.”
Tara grinned and stood. “I’ll put up the popcorn if you’ll fold the blanket and grab the pillows.” Marshall nodded.
Jenny got up and busied herself turning out lights and making sure the doors were locked. When she returned, Tara and Marshall said goodnight and headed for their room.
Damien was damping down the fire. The embers glowed, casting a red gleam into the living room as Jenny turned out the last lamp,
Devlin stood and stretched. Glancing down the hall, he made sure their guests had gone into their room and shut the door. Then he hugged Jen tight, sighing as he rubbed his bulging pants against her. “I hope the snow stops tomorrow.”
She grinned mischievously. “Still might take a couple of days for the roads to be passable.”
He groaned. “Then I might just have to fuck you in the pantry or something,” he muttered, sliding his hands down the back of her pants to cup her cheeks and press her close. “I’m serious, Jen. This is driving me crazy.”
She laced her hands behind his neck. “Maybe something could be arranged. If you’d like to meet me in the pantry at, say, six in the morning, before they get up,” she whispered into his ear, “I’ll let you fuck me silly, but we’ll have to be quiet.”
His cock jerked inside his jeans. “Goddess, Jen,” he groaned.
“I’m not kidding,” she whispered. “In the morning. Six sharp. Be there.” Thick and husky with need, her voice betrayed how much she wanted him.
He nodded. “I’ll be there. But, just let me ‑‑” He slipped his hand around to the front of her pants, and Jenny spread her legs without hesitation, moaning softly as he slid two fingers into her weeping pussy. He brought them out, holding them up to his nose, drawing in a deep breath, growling as he licked her essence from his glimmering fingertips. He shuddered. “That might hold me over.”
Jenny rubbed her crotch against one of his rock-hard thighs. “You’d better go, or I might not be able to ‑‑”
He nodded, pulling away abruptly. “Hell, yeah.” He turned to go, but looked back and winked. See you in the morning, he mouthed silently.
Damien embraced her from behind, his hands cradling the small, rounded pooch she hadn’t quite gotten rid of since the babies had been born. “Ready for bed?” he murmured, nibbling at her ear.
Her nipples tingled at the sexy promise in his voice. “Yes.” She turned her head, planting a quick kiss at the corner of his lips. “You go on. I’ll be there in a minute.”
He headed for the bedroom. Jenny walked over and knelt down in front of Jake, sitting silent in the dark. “Jake, honey?” She touched his leg.
He blinked. “Huh?” His gaze took in the room, the red glow of the fireplace. “Where is everybody?”
“They’ve all gone to bed.” She squeezed his thigh. “Are you okay?”
“Uh…yeah. Sure. Just tired. Cold does that to me.”
She found it amusing that he would use a similar excuse to Damien’s, but could tell it was just as false. Still, she’d found that when he became moody ‑‑ and he often did, which was understandable, given what he’d been through in his life ‑‑ it was usually better to wait until he decided he was ready to talk. “All right, then.” She stood, bending over to kiss him goodnight.
So quickly she barely knew what was happening, he tugged her across his lap and pulled down her pants. “Jake,” she hissed, glancing toward the hall.
He cocked his head. Grunted. “They’re fine,” he murmured. “They’re having some fun of their own.” He pushed her legs apart, thrusting his middle finger deep into her pussy.
She arched, muscles clenching. He drew the finger out slowly, buried his thumb instead, then looked at her with an abiding hunger in his eyes, teasing her crack with the first finger. She gasped, nodding, drawing up her legs, reaching down to pull her cheeks apart for him.
He teased the rim of her anus for just a moment, long enough to make her whisper, “Please,” then pressed inside her, quick and hard, his brown eyes black and limned in the reddish glow from the fire. Jenny turned on her side, pressing her thighs tight around his forearm. “Come for me,” he growled, wiggling his fingers inside her.
“Yes.” Jenny whimpered softly, bucking, wanting to scream with delight but knowing Tara and Marshall would hear.
Jake groaned. “Turn back,” he ordered. “I want to see.” He helped her, guided her, his fingers still working inside her as she turned on the couch so that her pussy lay bare to his ravenous gaze. “That’s it.” He leaned forward, watching his fingers glide in and out, hard and fast. Jenny pulled her knees up toward her chest, using her hands to spread her cheeks wide so he could see as much as possible in the fireglow. His breathing quickened. His fingers drove in deep. “Goddess, Jenny,” he whispered. “I wish you could see. See how much your ass likes my finger. How it clings, not wanting to let go.” Jenny gasped, arching, pussy and ass spasming. “That’s it, baby. Suck me. Suck my finger.” His thumb wiggled. “Your pussy, too, baby. It’s so red and wet, starving for me. Desperate for ‑‑”
She yelped softly, reaching down to grasp Jake’s wrist and trap him, keeping his fingers buried deep inside her as racking shudders swept through her body. “Goddess, Jake. Goddess,” she whispered over and over, drowning in pleasure.
His eyes watched her pussy, her ass. “I never thought I’d find a woman who loved this as much as I do,” he whispered.
“I do,” she whispered frantically. “Goddess, I do. And I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He covered her with his body, kissing her while she surrendered to the last desperate throes of a most magnificent orgasm. His lips brushed her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids, the tip of her nose, while she came and came, until she lay trembling and spent beneath him.
He withdrew his hand, then found her waistband and tugged her sweatpants up to cover her hips. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I hope you know how much the sight of you, of you letting me touch you that way…” He closed his eyes, shuddering. “I hope you know how much it means to me. I’ll never forget it.”
Jenny frowned, filled with dread. Sitting up, she threw her arms around him. “You’re scaring me. You say that like it will never happen again.” She searched his face once more for a clue as to what worried him, but could read nothing in the fading fireglow.
“Of course it will,” he muttered, but his voice shook, and he wouldn’t meet her gaze.
“Jake ‑‑”
“Go on,” he whispered. “Damien’s waiting for you.”
She wanted to argue, but knew he was right. A moment more, and Damien would come looking for her, and if she tried to press this issue, they’d end up waking up ‑‑ well, disturbing anyway, if Jake was right ‑‑ Tara and Marshall. She shook her head. “Fine.” But she wrapped her fingers in his hair and pulled his face close. “But we’re going to talk about this, right? About whatever’s bothering you. In the morning.”
He shrugged, almost nodding, but not quite, and still not meeting her gaze. Jenny stood abruptly, exasperated. Without a second glance, she stormed from the room. She managed to keep her irritation in check while she peeked in on the babies, but barely avoided slamming the door when she entered the master bedroom.
Unexpected Confrontation
“Something wrong?” Damien drawled.
“Isn’t there always?” she snapped, stripping off her sweatshirt and sweatpants and tossing them into the laundry basket. She crawled onto the bed, naked as a jaybird. “I mean, he’s always so Goddess-damned moody.”
Damien shrugged. “Well, he’s been through a lot.”
She noticed he hadn’t had to ask who she was talking about. “Well, so have we. And Tara. And a million other people in the world, and we don’t get all ‑‑”
His lips crushed hers, his warm, hard body pressing her into the mattress as his tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting and sparring until she responded, her own tongue stroking his slowly, taming him, taming herself. She sighed as their lips parted. “You know me so well.”
“Mm-hmm.” He rolled off her, lying on his side while his finger traced the hollow between her breasts, forging a path down to her belly button, swirling around the brim. She shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin. “He has been through a lot, you know. He shouldn’t even be alive ‑‑ he’s a miracle among weyr. And we can’t even publicize it, at least until we figure out how to deal with the people that were after him.”
Jenny stroked his cheek with one finger. “I’m surprised you’re defending him.”
“Why?” His finger slid over the curve of her belly, teasing the curls just above her clit. “Because he beat me?” The tip of his fingernail grazed the apex of her clit. She drew in a sharp breath, holding still, knowing he would stop if she moved. “It’s the law of the jungle, babe.” He pressed the hood protecting the swollen nub aside with his thumb and middle finger, gliding the nail of his index finger along the tiny groove revealed. Jen shivered, gasping. “I still have you, don’t I? That hasn’t changed.” His blue eyes watched her face, his fingers milking her clit.
“Goddess!” She arched, reaching up to grip the corners of her pillow.
“You still want me, don’t you?” His fingers stroked her slit.
“Mmm. Yes.”
He got up on hands and knees and crawled, settling down with his head between her legs. Jenny trembled with expectation. “Still love me?”
She nodded, licking her lips.
He grinned, his hands parting her slick labia. “So wet already,” he murmured, drawing his tongue along her slit. “And so red,” he continued, watching her face. Jenny cocked her head and watched him watching her ‑‑ such a turn-on! She tightened her muscles, putting her Kegel exercises to good use. “Oh, ho,” he observed. “Somebody’s hungry.” He grinned wickedly, thrusting two fingers inside her. “Care to suck on these?”
Her pussy spasmed. “Damien.” She wriggled, driving him deeper.
“Uh-uh-uh.” His fingers withdrew. “Not just yet, baby. I’m not through playing.”
He got up and padded into the playroom while Jenny waited breathlessly, and returned holding cuffs and a small white jar she had not seen before. “It’s called Winter Ice. Let’s see what you think, shall we?”
He unscrewed the lid and set the jar on the bed. “And just to make sure you keep your hands to yourself…” He carefully cuffed her wrists to the headboard. “And…” He padded over to the door and turned the lock. “The kids can’t walk yet, but we’d best get into the habit, don’t you think?” She nodded wordlessly, breathless, so horny from her encounters with both Jake and Devlin that she could hardly bear to wait for him to ram his thick, hot cock deep inside her. But if she became aggressive, he might not pleasure her at all. Complete submission, she’d discovered, drove all three of her weyr lovers wild. They didn’t mind if she came on strong in the beginning, but once they responded, they wanted her completely under their spell.
And she was more than happy to oblige.
“I almost brought cuffs for your ankles, too, but…” His bright blue gaze searched her face. “You’ll be good, won’t you?”
She nodded again, so anxious for his touch that her head spun. Meeting his gaze, she felt light as a feather, floating on the surface of the bright blue pools of his eyes.
He brought her knees up, then pushed her heels back to where they almost touched the cheeks of her butt. “Now, let them drop,” he demanded.
She did, letting gravity press her knees toward the bed, exposing her sex. He took a good, long look, making the muscles in her pussy jump. Damien grinned. Picking up the jar, he dipped his fingers in, then ran them around her swollen labia and inside her pussy, massaging the clear gel into her tissues.
At first, she didn’t feel much, just a cool sensation. Then, as the gel penetrated, she felt a tantalizing tingle. “Mmmm.” She wanted to wiggle, experiment a little, but held back, waiting to see what would happen.
He covered her liberally, even smearing a dab on her clit, then set the jar aside. He brought his lips close to her while she watched, his face framed by her thighs.
He blew, mouth open wide, warm, moist air that would fog a window.
Instead, a piercing cold penetrated her lips, pricked her clit. “Oh!” Cold, but also prickly, tingling, tickly. She wanted him to rub her, wanted to rub herself, anything to satisfy the itch. “Oh, wow.”
He grinned. Eyes still on her, he slid a finger inside her slippery tunnel.
“Goddess!” She almost bucked, but held back, knowing he would stop if she did. God, it felt so good. The sensation of cold, his finger gliding like an icicle inside her, like a popsicle covered in white lightning, tickling and prickling, stinging and itching. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, holding still as he pressed further and further.
She watched, panting, as his lips hovered above her clit, trying to imagine how it was going to feel. She moaned, and he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Oh!” She cried out as quietly as she could, her fingers grasping the cuff chains. “Oh, Goddess, that’s ‑‑ Oh. Oh!” As his tongue and fingers danced, frosty coils of delight twisted through her abdomen.
She moaned as he changed position. His thumb pressed against her clit. Her skin tingled at the touch, chilled where their skin met, but with a buzzing sensation like a tiny vibrator. She moaned again, clutching at the chains of her cuffs.
His tongue slithered into her pussy, right alongside his finger. Freezing. Waves of chilly tingles spread through her abdomen. Her pussy clenched. Jenny gasped, out of breath, not knowing how much more she could take. “Damien, please,” she begged, voice rasping. “Please. I need to come.”
His answer was to slide out his finger. While his tongue lapped her juices, each lick an icy pleasure, he dipped his finger in the ointment again, then slid it along her crack.
“Oh!” Jenny’s muscles clenched as she thought of having those delicious sensations in her ass as well. “Oh, Damien. Yes.”
He pushed his finger inside her rim, massaging the gel into her tissues, working it deeper and deeper.
His thumb and forefinger caught her clit, milking. He buried his tongue in her pussy, licking, sucking noisily. Inside her ass, his frosty finger swirled urgently.
Jenny arched, gasping, head thrashing. “Goddess, Damien. Now. Please!” He just kept working, torturing her with his touch, driving her to the brink, but she knew the only thing that would push her over the edge was his beautiful thick cock. “Please, Damien, please,” she sobbed. “Fuck me.” She raised her head, looking him in the eye, pleading. “Please, baby. I need your cock. I need it inside me. Please!”
He raised his head, fingers still milking, still probing. “What do you need?” he asked, eyes twinkling wickedly.
“Your cock,” she gasped. “Inside. Fucking me. I need it. So hot. And…so cold.” She shivered, imagining how it would feel. “Please, Damien.”
He hesitated, but only for a moment. Quickly, he reached up with one hand, pressing the releases on her cuffs. “Roll over,” he rasped, his own breath coming fast and hard now, desire darkening his eyes to a storm-tossed gray-blue.
His finger plumbed her ass even as she turned, and she murmured desperate cries of pleasure into her pillow.
Damien’s free hand caught her waist, guiding her up onto her knees. She pressed her cheek and shoulders into the pillow, her hands clutching it tightly, involuntary tremors racking her body as her ass milked his finger while she waited.
With his free hand, he coated himself with a thin layer of the gel, drew in a sharp breath. “Oh, damn,” he breathed. “Oh, shit. That’s good!”
“Yes.” Jenny wiggled her butt. “Damien, please hurry!”
“Hell, yes!” His cock pierced her slick pussy.
Jenny moaned, biting the pillow. His cock, the tingling cold ‑‑ so unlike the heat she usually felt, and yet delicious. Goddess, cold never felt so hot before!
“Yes,” Damien moaned. “Oh, Jen. Yes.” She felt him shiver. His free hand gripped her left hip. He drove his cock deep, a cold flame that pierced her to the core.
