Watching AJ and Mik make love to each other, joining them for the most amazing sexual experience of her life, linking with two men in a mental communion unlike anything she’d ever imagined…damn. Tala’s pussy clenched and suddenly creamed with the memory. Mik turned and glanced over the seat in her direction. She watched him surreptitiously through the thick fall of hair covering her eyes. His nostrils flared. He raised an eyebrow, grinned broadly, then nudged AJ. “Time to find a motel for the night. I think someone’s getting impatient.”
“Works for me. Let’s look for something rural, though. I need to stretch my legs.” AJ nodded in Tala’s direction. “Then I think we both need to stretch something else.”
She pretended to sleep. Obviously the guys knew she was awake. And aroused. They scented her arousal the moment her juices quickened. Damned wolves…damned, wonderful creatures. Tala’s fingers stole beneath the elastic band on her shorts and slipped between her legs. No reason to suffer while AJ hunted for a room. At least this would help the time pass more quickly.
Within an hour they’d found a motel deep in the woods, unloaded the car, and slipped out into the darkness, headed for a deep stretch of forest bordering the small motel. “It’s like walking into another world, isn’t it?” Tala felt a need to whisper as she followed Mik’s silent footsteps deeper into the woods. Trees towered overhead and night sounds created their own song.
It is another world. It’s our world. AJ slipped out of his clothing and stuffed everything into a small sack he’d carried with him. He pushed it under a thick tangle of brambles and waited: a naked, dark-haired god of the night.
Tala’s heart pounded as she did the same. Would she ever get used to this, to the mystery of turning herself from woman to wolf, from small-town girl to the alpha bitch for two incredibly sexy males?
Mik touched her shoulder. She craned her neck to look up at him, and caught her breath against the swell of desire coursing from his body to hers. Broad shouldered and bronze skinned, with black hair falling straight and thick to his waist, Mik carried himself like a chieftain of some ancient civilization, as powerful, as mesmerizing, as either human or wolf.
Ready?
There was no need to answer his silent query. Tala merely shifted, making the change from woman to wolf in less than a heartbeat. She hit the ground running with the other two right behind her.
It was after two before they dragged back to the motel room, showered, and crawled into bed. Tala wrapped a towel around her long hair and quietly shut off the light in the bathroom so she wouldn’t wake the guys. Her silence wasn’t at all necessary.
She paused in the doorway and watched her two men on the big bed, memories of her first night with Mik and AJ flooding her mind. They’d rescued her without realizing it when she’d hidden in their car to escape her angry pimp. Badly beaten and traumatized from a gang rape, she’d wanted nothing more than a hiding place, a dark cave to hide in.
She’d found herself with AJ and Mik. Once they’d realized her predicament, they’d done everything possible to protect her, even before they’d known she was Chanku. But that very first night, waking up in her lonely bed next to Mik and AJ, she’d watched the two of them making love. It had been a revelation for her. Two men fucking each other right before her eyes wasn’t unusual, considering her occupation, but this had been so much more than that. They’d made love to one another, and their tenderness had dragged her in, had caught her in their silken net.
Just as it now caught her once again. AJ lay on his back, his ankles looped over Mik’s broad shoulders. Mik knelt between his thighs, pumping his big cock slowly in and out of AJ’s ass. Mik’s head was thrown back and his black hair swayed like a slow-motion metronome across his butt with each deep thrust. His eyes were closed, his mouth set in a tight grimace that only hinted at the level of his arousal.
AJ’s fingers had fisted in the blankets on either side of his hips. His cock curved up and over so that the tip rested against his belly. His balls cushioned the top of Mik’s sizeable erection on each penetrating thrust.
It was the lonely look of AJ’s cock, the plum-sized head weeping a single white tear at the end, that drew Tala into the room. She stood beside the bed, licked her lips as she imagined the familiar taste of him, and reached out one finger. With the tip, she caught the drop of fluid and brought it to her lips.
Suddenly, AJ’s hand tightened around her wrist. “Suck it. Please, Tala. I need your mouth on me.” His voice had roughened with passion. His quiet plea made her sex tighten and her nipples ache.
“This way.” He tugged her close and pulled her over him so that her sex rode astride his face, her hungry cunt just above his mouth, his cock within reach of her tongue.
She licked him, swirling her tongue around the tiny eye, and felt his groan against her labia. His fingers wrapped around the backs of her thighs as she lowered her mouth over his erection. Her tongue swept the sensitive ridge beneath the broad crown, her teeth scraped the smooth, satiny top. Once again he groaned, and the low rumble vibrated her folds and valleys.
Mik continued his same steady rhythm, driving all the way inside his lover, retreating, then pushing back, deep and slow. He moved like a man in a dream, totally focused on sensation, on his own pleasure, no matter how much he was pleasing AJ. Tala focused on the size and strength of AJ’s cock in her mouth, on the slide of satiny skin over smooth muscle. She hummed against her mouthful just as AJ hummed against her pussy, sharing their vibrations while Mik continued his slow and silent thrusts.
Caught in their passion, trapped by the lush beauty of their combined sensations, Tala opened to her men, guarding herself from the full thrust of their arousal, but loving them both, loving the way they focused on their own pleasure as much as each other’s. This single-minded drive for their ultimate sensation, the mind-shattering desire that coursed through each of them, doubled back upon itself when shared through their mutual link.
This was the drug that ruled her life, this loving, fucking, heart-pounding sweep of desire, shared among three, experienced as one.
Only seconds into the link, Tala pulled away and softened the blow of AJ’s arousal. Too much at once, it threatened to tip her over the edge. Instead, she slipped into Mik’s mind and almost screamed with the slow, dark agony he endured, the pleasure and pain of holding his lust in check. He wanted to come, wanted to bury himself hard and fast in his lover, but the sharp edge of stimulation he skated over was more powerful than the finish.
How long, how long, how long can I hold on? Hold on. Oh, shit. Hold on.
Mik’s fervent prayer made Tala smile around AJ’s cock, but the tongue that speared deep inside her sex, the need she felt in Mik—neither had the power of AJ’s growing excitement.
Slowly, as if peeling back a blanket to peer beneath the covers, she opened herself to AJ, slipped in beside him, in essence became him. Her own flavors struck her first, the tangy taste of woman on his tongue, the softness of her plump lips, the brush of pubic hair grown softer with each shift.
She let herself think of the changes for just a moment, the physical manifestations of her growth from human to Chanku. With each shift her hair grew softer. Even the coarse pubic thatch between her legs had softened and lost its wiry feel. Little things, like the way she perceived light and color, her now acute hearing and sharper eyesight. So much easier to accept than the easy shift from human to wolf.
Steeling herself to maintain control, Tala focused on AJ. She studied the way her lips felt on his
