Acceptable Risk (4 page)

Bethany sighed and said, “Honestly? I think I
just need you to shut up and fuck me.”

Jonathan took her at her word, and pressed in
with one long, slow push until he met too much resistance, and he
pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again.

Bethany started saying, “Oh, god,” repeatedly.
She heard herself, knew it was repetitive, but couldn’t stop. Her
mouth was on autopilot and her senses were so overwhelmed she had
no control over anything. She thought she’d been used to Mac’s
girth and length, but Jonathan inside of her as well made Mac feel
even larger.

When Jonathan finally made it all the way in and
stopped, no one was moving, but an orgasm slammed into Bethany from
out of the blue, and she writhed and screamed between the two men,
who held her until it waned, and then Jonathan started moving.

Now, she was saying, “Oh, fuck,” over and over.
Ranger sat up and took her mouth, kissed her quiet for several long
minutes, and then said, “You’re good, babe. Now, rest your head on
Mac’s chest again, because if I’m not mistaken, he’s about to let
loose of some of his control.”

“God yes,” Mac growled from below her. “Bethany,
if what I’m doing is too much you have to tell me, okay?”

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Ranger told Mac.
“Have at it, dude. If it’s too much for her I’ll let you know.”

Mac’s arms came up her back, his hands looped
over her shoulders, gripped them, and his knees rose to give him
leverage to fuck her from below.

His hips were like a damned jackhammer, and at
first Bethany wasn’t sure she could handle it, but a dozen seconds
in, it started working for her and she hopelessly fought his arms
and tried to sit up even though the last thing she wanted was for
this to stop. Jonathan went into her ass and held until he picked
up on Mac’s rhythm, and then she had both of them going the same
speed – Mac pulling out as Jonathan entered.

Bethany literally didn’t know whether she was
coming or going, her brain and body a writhing mass of sensations,
of ecstasy, and the most decadent pleasure beyond anything she’d
ever imagined. When Mac bellowed his release below her, Jonathan
sped up, and thirty seconds later she felt his cock jerking in her
now oversensitive ass as he emptied into the condom.

The luscious woman draped over him thought she
was done, and this was one of Mac’s favorite parts of ménage —
working her back up, over and over until she thought she’d die if
she had another orgasm. If Ranger worked her back up, it would be
with elements of BDSM. However, Mac would fondle and caress her,
convince her she wanted it, and have her so fucking horny she
begged for his cock again, even though she was sore and tired and
had sworn five minutes before there was no way she could go
again.

His wolf had approved of the entire evening, and
Mac hadn’t had to control his inner animal because he’d placated
it. His wolf needed to be in control, but as long as the human was
doing a good enough job, the wolf was usually satisfied.

Mac had jacked off plenty since being turned
into a werewolf. At first, he lost control and got all furry as he
came. Eventually, he’d managed to stay human, and in the past two
weeks had been able to enjoy his orgasms without having to fight
for control. Tonight, the wolf was happy.

He was about to sit to the side and watch,
though. As a voyeur, watching while he took a break was another of
his favorite parts of ménage. He hoped the wolf understood.

Ranger lifted Bethany and pulled her into his
lap. He positioned her legs around his hips, and she moaned in
protest and rested her head on his shoulder as she mumbled, “Sleep
now. God, ya’ll wore me out.”

“Mmmmm,” Ranger said with a smile. “Not yet, but
you will be. We aren’t quite done with you, babe.”

“Don’t like babe,” she told him sleepily.

“How about doll?” he said with a chuckle.

“Worse,” she informed him, still mumbling.

“Beautiful?”

“Maybe. Keep trying.”

Mac moved to the headboard, leaned against it,
and watched as Jonathan kissed her neck from behind and asked, “How
about Raggedy?’

“The only reason you still have your nuts is you
have red hair, too.”

“She didn’t seem to mind fiery little vixen,
though she had a problem with me calling her
my
fiery little
vixen,” Mac told them.

“Hmmm, how about being
our
fiery little
vixen?” Ranger asked as he nuzzled the other side of her neck.

“I kinda like belonging to all of you. This
evening, anyway. Jury’s still out on whether it’ll work longer than
tonight.”

Mac saw Ranger’s hand at her breast, noted
Bethany’s hips making micro-movements, and grinned to himself.
Unfortunately, his wolf took this moment to become unhappy, and he
had to work to soothe the beast. He stroked his cock and sent an
image of watching, but the animal in his soul shot him a mental
snapshot of how it’d felt to be inside her, and was clear of his
preference. Mac closed his eyes and thought of how a pack worked,
everyone taking turns. He’d had one of the first shots at her, it
was time to let his packmates have a shot. The wolf saw Ranger as
dominant, so for now, this worked.

When Mac opened his eyes, Ranger was looking at
him as he worked on Bethany. He’d felt the shift in Mac’s energy,
and was concerned. Mac gave him what he hoped was a reassuring
smile. He wasn’t close to turning, and he’d leave the room if he
felt he might lose control.

Bethany awoke hot and smothered between the two
men. When they’d
finally
let her sleep, Mac had volunteered
to sleep in another room, as the king sized bed barely fit three of
them.

She maneuvered out from under Jonathan’s arm and
Ranger’s leg, telling them she needed to use the bathroom when they
roused.

However, when she finished in the bathroom and
looked at the space between the two sleeping men, she went into the
hallway in search of Mac’s room.

He moaned and welcomed her into his arms when
she crawled into bed, though she didn’t think he awoke entirely,
which was more than fine with her. She wasn’t up for
middle-of-the-night sex right now.

It felt like she’d barely nodded off when Mac
started thrashing behind her, making ungodly noises, and grabbing
and gripping. She turned and it looked like his arm was misshapen
over the top of the covers, and her body froze in terror as her
mind tried to make sense of what she could see in the dark.

She shoved backwards away from him, and fell on
the floor with a scream. Ranger was in the doorway and then on the
bed immediately, telling her to go, but she only stood and backed
into the corner, watching in horror as Mac turned into an animal,
and Ranger coached him to remember who he was.

Jonathan came into the room, picked her up, and
carried her back to his bedroom. He put her in bed with him and
started telling her she’d had a bad dream, but she knew better. Her
hip still hurt from falling out of the damned bed. She hadn’t
dreamt it. Plus, she could still hear scuffling noises coming from
the other room.

Finally, she said, “As much as I’d like to
believe you, I didn’t dream it, Jonathan. If you want me to believe
it was a dream then walk me into Mac’s room and show me his
sleeping,
human
, body. You and I both know we can’t do that,
because Ranger’s in there trying to remind him he’s Mac, and not
the…whatever he turned into. If it didn’t sound so ludicrous I’d
say werewolf, but…
shit
. I know what I saw, even if it was
dark, and he turned into an animal. I’m positive of that much, just
not positive it was a wolf. Could’ve been a coyote, I guess, maybe
even a hyena, or something else along those lines. I can’t say what
kind of animal, but I know it was a four legged animal, either a
canine, or something a lot like a canine.”

He sighed, kissed her forehead, and said, “I
know you heard her, Ranger. Time for Plan B.”

Bethany’s heart skipped as she realized what his
words meant and she said, “So, Ranger’s one, too? How about you?
Are you one? And if Plan A was to make me think I dreamt it, what’s
Plan B?”

“Ranger’s also a werewolf. I’m a
wereleopard.”

Bethany’s thoughts immediately went back to
Jonathan on the dance floor, and she laughed. And kept laughing.
She saw Ranger’s outline in the door, but didn’t stop laughing
until Jonathan asked, “Bethany? You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathed as the laughter stopped. A
tear went down her cheek and she wiped her eyes and explained, “I
thought you danced like a cat would, if they were two legged. How
did I know?”

“Probably because he dances like a two legged
cat,” Ranger told her. “It doesn’t take a stretch of the
imagination to see it. Wolves can usually manage to line dance, but
we aren’t much good at anything else. Mac and I have had training
so we’re good at it, otherwise we’d suck. Jonathan’s good at it
naturally.”

Bethany had the idea they were trying to get her
off on another subject. However, as tempting as it was to ask about
Ranger and Mac in dance class, she asked, “Where’s Mac? Can I see
him?”

“Do you want to?”

Duke had told them he expected to see her in one
piece, tomorrow. She was a little concerned, maybe a touch scared,
but wasn’t terrified. Ranger had been concerned when he’d realized
she was friends with Gen, which put her under Duke’s protection.
She had to believe they’d keep her safe. “If he won’t hurt me, then
yeah.”

“He’s a new wolf, it’s been seven weeks since he
was turned and he’s still learning control. He changed in his
sleep, but within moments of waking up a wolf, he remembered who he
was. He won’t hurt you, but I’d like you to treat him as you would
a wild animal. No sudden movements, no yelling, and stay calm.
He’ll be able to smell fear. Mac knows who he is, and who you are,
but the wolf’s instincts are hard to control, sometimes.”

Bethany nodded and he turned, walked down the
hall, opened a door, and Bethany heard two sets of footsteps coming
back — human and animal.

Jonathan let her go as she stood beside the bed,
naked and a little cold, but she was okay. No one had any clothes
on, and after the evening they’d experienced she wasn’t embarrassed
by her nudity, just a little chilled.

Mac was a beautiful wolf, and no longer
monstrous looking. She looked into his eyes a few seconds to see if
she could see intelligence, but Ranger said, “Bethany, can you look
to the floor, please? He’s acting like you’re challenging him for
dominance and I’d rather not go there right now.”

Bethany immediately dropped her gaze and said,
“I was just trying to see if Mac was in there.”

“We know,” Jonathan said, “and Mac the human
knows, but the wolf didn’t understand. It’s okay. Talk to him. He
can understand you.”

“Hey, Mac,” she said, feeling a little silly
talking to this magnificent, huge wolf. His eyes were a beautiful
amber gold, though they’d been a muted green as a human.

“I’m sorry I freaked earlier, but I didn’t know
what was happening. I guess you went to bed alone for a reason, but
I didn’t know. These two guys were squishing me, so I went looking
for you.”

The wolf glared at first Jonathan and then
Ranger, and Bethany laughed. “They didn’t do it on
purpose
.
It was just too much, trying to sleep between them. I don’t sleep
well when I’m hot.”

No one said anything, and Bethany finally asked,
“Can I touch you? Is it rude to pet you like an animal, or is it
okay?”

He stepped towards her, slowly as if to keep
from scaring her, and she cautiously put her hand out. “If I smell
scared, it’s from earlier, I think. I mean, I’m freaked and
nervous, but not because I think you’ll hurt me. It’s the situation
I’m afraid of, more than you, okay?”

“He could smell you from across the room,”
Ranger told her. “The hand thing is more about manners than his
need to smell you.”

Mac sniffed her hand, and Bethany understood
this was about him touching her before she touched him.

His fur was rougher than a dog’s, as if each
hair were courser. He was still soft, but she could clearly feel
the undercoat, which kept her from reaching his skin as she
scratched the side of his throat below his ear.

“It’s important you don’t get in bed with him
again for a while,” Ranger told her. “In six or eight months he’ll
stop changing in his sleep, but until then, if he accidently
scratched or nipped you, it might be enough to turn you. If he
changes
when you’re around, get away from him without
running. He’s still learning control, and you won’t be able to see
him during the week surrounding the full moon for a while. He has
good control around the new moon, but we’re still working on the
rest of the month.”

“Seven weeks?” Bethany asked. “Duke mentioned
something about seven weeks. He knows?”

“Yeah. Last night was Mac’s first adventure into
a bar, and we arranged for VIP seating so he’d have a less crowded
place to retreat.”

“No, that’s not it. I mean, Gen won’t let me
whisper stuff to her when Duke’s around, or when any of the other
MC members are around, either. She also refuses to talk to me about
stuff when we’re at the clubhouse, makes me text to her instead of
talking low, even when we’re in Duke’s room with the door closed.
Ya’ll can hear really good, can’t you? That’s how you knew Duke
said something to me about my wanting a harem.”

“Fuck,” Jonathan said, his voice full of dread,
as if the worst possible thing had happened.

“He’s gonna have to be here to see the binding,
now,” said Ranger, as if he were agreeing with Jonathan’s one word
statement.

Mac turned away from Bethany and left the room,
grumbling as he clicked his way down the hallway.