Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) (6 page)

 The feelings inside my belly, the
arousal Colt had awakened earlier, all sprang back to life.
Something else
he said...

“Sharing...you mean...you share...you'd
share me?” That was the last thing I expected to hear. But then again, these
guys were strangers. I knew nothing about them, except that they were different
in looks as day and night, but were both sexy beyond all expectations. They had
the same distinct accent.

“Colt and I have been friends a very,
very long time…almost like brothers.”

I stared at Jericho, lost myself for a
minute in those gray-blue eyes, confused by his words. I felt like I'd had way
more than just a half a Thermos cup of wine. Some things just weren't adding
up.

“Almost like brothers?”

“We're not related...best friends though.
And we have the same tastes…in many things.”

There was movement behind me, water
sloshing up against my back. Hands settled on my hips, lips brushed against my
ear.
Colt.
Something vaguely familiar, in a very strange and surreal
place.

“You however, would be hard to share. A
man could get very greedy with a beauty like you.”

Jericho let go of my arm now that I was
basically pinned between him and Colt—not that I was going anywhere
anyway—his hand sliding up my torso. He glanced up at me, his look
holding a question, but it was pretty clear he already knew the answer. But I
nodded anyway.

Colt's hands moved to my waist, caressing
whatever bare skin Jericho wasn't touching. Maybe Colt felt he had a
proprietary claim on my breasts, and it was fine with me if he wanted to have a
return engagement with them. I was already missing my shorts...and there wasn't
much left that Jericho hadn't seen. But there was something tugging at the back
of my mind. Best ask the question before these two distracted me even more than
they already were.

“So you share? Like...everything?”

Colt grabbed my hips, and the press of
his erection against my ass reminded me of what we'd already done. He leaned
forward again, lips nuzzling my neck.

“We share things we find...interesting.
Or that we like. We share a cabin up here. We share...” His tongue slipped
along the line of my jaw, lips nibbling my earlobe. “Women, on occasion.”

Jericho slipped a hand between my legs,
fingers moving over me beneath the surface of the warm water. There were enough
residual aftershocks from my interlude with Colt coursing through me that I
went a little weak in the knees at Jericho's touch.  I searched his eyes
again.

“Do you share all your women?” I wasn't
that far gone that I missed the look Jericho gave Colt.

“Some.” He thrust a finger into me. I
tried to bite back a moan, but was unsuccessful. “It's not like we have a
different girl every night. Or week. We like women...” He added a second finger
to the mix, curling them inside of me. I gasped, closing my eyes as desire
swirled through me. “But they need to have something special about them,
something that excites us. It's not often we find that.”

“You have that something special.” Colt's
voice was close to my ear, his breath warm against my damp skin.

A burble of nervous laughter rose up
inside me. “I do?”

“Oh yeah, you certainly do. Colt and I
don't sleep around. This isn't something we do on a routine basis, you know. We
don't haunt the springs looking for willing partners.”

“Girlfriends? Wives?” I wanted to get
this straight in my head before things went too much further.
Although
they'd gone pretty damn far already.

“Neither. We're lone wolves.”

At that, I laughed out loud. Colt's
fingers cupped my breasts, pushing them up, together, fingers rolling my hard
nipples. Words were getting stuck between my mind and my tongue. “Lone
wolves...” I tipped my head back, sighing between words. “There's more than one
of you.”

Colt's laugh was low, sexy. “A pair of
lone wolves then.”

Jericho looked up at me with heavy-lidded
eyes. “Any other questions? Your curiosity satisfied?”

Not in the least...but... “Yeah...no... no
more questions.”

“Good. Now kiss me. Colt got a head
start.”

I was already leaning down, ready to kiss
those chiseled lips. He reached up, wrapping his hand around the nape of my
neck. “It’s my turn.”

His kiss surprised me, the softness of it
when I was expecting something a little more rough around the edges. The kiss
still took my breath away. I started to sink down onto Jericho's lap, ready for
a repeat performance with a new partner. But he grabbed my hips, pushing me
back. Startled, I broke away from his lips.

“I thought you wanted your turn.”

“I do. But I want something different.”

Jericho stood up. I took a step backward,
running up against the hard warmth of Colt's body. He still held my breasts,
cupping them in his big hands.

I didn't care if I stared, and I was
pretty sure Jericho was perfectly happy to have me look at him. The way he
stood, the way he looked down at me, he certainly enjoyed the attention. So I
gave it to him, letting my eyes travel over his gorgeous body.

Jericho was taller than Colt by an inch
or so. Overall he was less heavily muscled, leaner, built like a sprinter,
where Colt was built like a fighter. But he was no less sexy for it.

I'd finally looked at everything above his
waist, and now I let my eyes linger below. I wanted to gasp, or applaud, or...
something
.
Because he was simply stunning. And very erect. I'd never had a man stand and
let me admire him. Clearly Jericho loved the attention, and I loved giving it
to him.

But looking was far different from
touching, and it was clear by Colt's restless movements behind me that he was a
man of action. He'd gotten a little aggressive with his fondling, moving on to an
almost possessive touch. The attention was welcome, but my breasts felt heavy
and tender. I reached up, setting my hands over his.

“Nice and gentle, please.”

“Sorry. Or not.” He laughed against my
neck. “You're too luscious not to maul.”

“She is a luscious girl, isn't she?” Jericho
reached out, pulling me against him. “Curvy, and perfect for the taking.”

I tipped my head up, ready for his kiss.
But instead he pulled me around so I was facing the edge of the pool, my back
to him. With one hand on my back, one hand on my hip, he pushed me forward. I
put my hands out, catching myself.

There was a splashing behind me. I caught
sight of Colt climbing out of the pool beside me, sitting on the edge. To say
he was on full display would be an understatement. It was clear he was just as
interested in looking as he was in being looked at. I couldn't help but notice
he was fully erect, his cock rising up from a trimmed thatch of dark hair, a
long trail that ran up his stomach, melding with all that glorious hair on his
chest.

With a graceful move he slid over. I
lifted one hand, and he moved beneath me. There was no mistaking his intent,
and I was going to be happy to oblige.

But behind me Jericho was making his
intentions abundantly clear. He'd grabbed my ass, fingers tightening against my
skin. I wiggled in his grip, giving him a clear indication I was ready and
willing for whatever he wanted to do.

He thrust his slick cock between my legs,
the thick shaft rubbing against my already-sensitive folds. I shivered, from
the chill in the air, and from the force of Jericho's touch.

“I bet they call you Red, right?”

I caught Colt's look. “Yeah. I get that
from time to time.” I looked back over my shoulder. “And yeah, you can call me
Red.”

His laugh was louder than I expected, and
the bird’s overhead chattered in protest. But I didn't have a chance to say
anything else. Jericho wasted no time thrusting into me, hard and fast, more
brutal than Colt.

Jericho wasn't interested in teasing. He
was interested in one thing; setting up a wild pace. I rocked back and forth,
teetering on the edge of falling into Colt's lap. I looked up at him, knowing
I'd see that sexy smile, knowing what he was waiting for. And that I was more
than ready to give it to him, as soon as I caught my balance and my breath.

“Ease up, Jericho. You're going to wear
her out before her time.”

Behind me Jericho growled, but he slowed
his pace, at least enough so that I wasn't being jolted back and forth. Colt
leaned back, giving me more than enough room to move.

I shifted my weight, reaching for him,
wrapping my hand around his shaft. As I lowered my head, he flexed up into my
hand, and into my mouth. This was another first for me. There was a moment of
awkwardness as I moved, trying to get comfortable, and Jericho counter-moved,
trying to hold on to my slippery ass, and Colt shifted beneath me, trying
to...well, keep himself in contact with me.

We finally got the perfect arrangement of
limbs, the perfect pitch in this weird dance of ours. It was amazing, simply
the most erotic situation I'd ever been in.

The heat inside of me that was left over
from Colt ignited under Jericho's touch, under the force of his body slamming
into me. Being taken from behind by this blond giant who obviously knew how to
give pleasure, and having Colt spread out in front of me sent me into overdrive
in about sixty seconds flat. There was no way I could hold back this orgasm, no
matter how long I wanted to keep this going. I came, and I came hard.

I lost my grip on the world, and on Colt.
But he wasn't ready for that. He sat up, grabbing my head, pulling me back
down, forcing himself back between my lips. I wanted to scream, or tried to,
all my sounds muffled against the hardness of Colt's erection. But I took him
back into my mouth, even though I could barely breath, because I wanted both of
them in me at the same time, both of them taking their pleasure as they gave me
mine.

For a split second I had an image of us, Jericho
holding my hips, forcing himself into me, his body pressed against my ass, Colt
sitting, legs spread, feet in the pool, fingers wound through my hair as he
held me, as he forced himself into my mouth. And in that split second, I
thought about what Colt and Jericho were seeing, how this all looked to them.

And how arching and bucking between these
two hunks, my body wracked with the most intense orgasm of my life.

From behind me Jericho bellowed. There
was no other name for the sound. It startled me out of my own little erotic
world for a moment. A thrill ran through me as he gripped my ass, his body
slamming into me so hard I jerked forward, almost swallowing Colt. There was no
complaint from him, just a loud moan as his cock hit the back of my throat.

Jericho's next bellow was only slightly
softer, but he was clearly headed for his own major experience here. He dug his
fingers into my hips, and I knew there was a pretty good chance I would have
fingerprint bruises as a memento of this event.

With a final cry he drove himself to the
hilt in me, filling me with heat as he came. I bucked against him again and
again, a second—or third?—dizzying wave of orgasmic joy flooding
through me as he grunted and thrust into me.

Whether it was watching Jericho, or me,
or both of us, Colt's trigger was tripped. He tightened his grip on my head,
fingers digging into my hair. It hurt a little, but the pain only served as a
counterpoint to everything else happening in my body.

The flex of his hips was accompanied by a
low moan, almost a growl, and he came. I've never been a big fan of oral
sex...but this blew my mind. He tasted rich and salty, and slightly odd, and
totally foreign. But at this moment it was right, all of it. It was messy and
sloppy, uncontrolled, and wild. And yeah, it was mind-blowing.

Colt finally released his death grip on
my hair, flopping onto his back on the rocks. Jericho's manic thrusts slowed,
his hands relaxing, until I felt him slid out of me, away from my body. I sank
onto my knees, the water rising up around my ass, swirling between my legs. I
winced as the hot water washed against me, but it was soothing.

Jericho sat beside me, rubbing my
shoulders. Colt sat up and slipped onto the rocks on the other side of me. I
knelt between them, resting my head on my arms, eyes closed. We were in the
shade now, and even though the air was cool, I felt heated from the inside,
like I was a little glowing ember.

“You okay, Red?”

I opened one eyes, looking at Colt,
although it was Jericho who was talking. I was too sated to even lift my head.

“Yeah. I'm great.” I smiled, and Colt
winked.

“She seems fine to me, Jer.”

“Glad to hear.”

I closed my eyes. “You guys okay? I know
you do this all the time, but...”

Jericho shifted beside me, water rising
gently against my legs. “We don't do this all the time. What did you tell her Colt?
That we have random sex with every woman we meet?”

“He didn't say that.” I turned to look at
Jericho. This was awkward, and I was getting sand in my mouth.