hot, so hot she imagined steam rising from her flesh.
Keisha grabbed Anton’s firm buttocks, holding his hips in place while she sucked and licked his cock, seeking and finding the same rhythm the men had with her.
Lord, how she loved the smells and tastes of her lover! Stefan was dear and his technique beyond reproach, but Anton stole her soul, owned her heart, invaded every cell of her body. It scared her, sometimes, to realize how much she loved him, how very much she needed him.
How easy it had become to lose herself in his love.
Keisha twirled her tongue around the crowned tip of his beautiful cock, licked the tiny eye and tasted the first drops of his seed. Some day, hopefully not too far away, Anton would take her as the wolf, make love to her in the deep, dark woods, and with his seed plant a new life, a child within her womb.
The image consumed her, the thought of binding herself irrevocably to this man, the knowledge that a child would link them for all time, would be the constant reminder of their love.
Love. Dear God, the emotion was more frightening than she’d ever imagined. It made her vulnerable, made her afraid.
Made her whole.
Complete.
Reality replaced thought. Keisha’s orgasm slammed into her without prelude, hot and fast, a raging storm overwhelming her senses. Fueled by love, by need, by emotions so intense she feared to understand them, her climax took control of conscious thought, of the blood in her veins, the beat of her heart, the air rushing into her straining lungs.
Stefan thrust hard, his body tightened, and he took her even higher. Gasping for air, Keisha released Anton’s hard cock and screamed, back arching, hips tilting forward, thrusting her pussy against Anton’s mouth, tightening her muscles around Stefan’s cock.
Anton continued lapping and sucking her streaming pussy, even as Stefan collapsed over both of them. Grasping Anton’s thighs firmly, drawing a great shuddering breath, Keisha silenced her moans with his cock, filling her mouth once more with him, drawing him deep and running her fingers over his testicles, milking Anton’s seed as he joined their climax. She felt Stefan move deep once more, pause, finally withdraw. Vaguely sensed him easing her legs down to the bed and moving away from her quivering, clenching body.
Heard his murmured words of love, both to her and to Anton.
Still she tongued and suckled Anton, swallowing each drop he shared with her, licking him, then merely holding his flaccid cock within her mouth until he rolled to one side, away from her. She lay there, gasping for air. His mouth remained fixed to her spasming, clenching pussy, his body shuddering against hers in the aftermath of passion.
She lifted her hand, touched his shoulder, caressed the firm skin, absorbed his heat. Her eyes drifted closed and her breathing slowed.
Anton rested his tongue against her clit, sensed the final spasms of her climax, tasted the flavors unique to Keisha. She was so beautiful, so welcoming of their lifestyle, their Chanku heritage. Anton knew he would never get enough of her taste, her scent, her body…her wonderful, independent mind.
Damned if she wasn’t going to drive him nuts! He ran his hands along her relaxed and pliable body, spread her legs wide, shifted position and knelt between her knees, taking the place Stefan had just vacated. Now, though, Anton pressed the head of his recovering cock against her waiting vagina and entered in a single, smooth thrust.
She arched and cried out, coming apart before he’d fully penetrated her. He felt her muscles tightening, rippling along the length of his cock, felt the fresh release of lubricating moisture and thrust even deeper. His cock found the hard mouth of her womb and pressed close before he slowly withdrew.
What would it be like, to know his child grew there? The image of Keisha, round and full with their baby brought tears to his eyes. She would be a wonderful mother, strong, protective, fierce. One day she would carry his child, the truest evidence of her love, of his love for her.
Now, though, she arched her hips and took all of him, took his heat and strength, his very essence deep inside. He tried to lose himself fully in her welcoming warmth, but fear still fluttered silently in the back of his mind.
The coming separation scared the crap out of him. Frightened him beyond measure, but he would help her pack and take her to the airport without further argument.
What was that old saying…if you love something, set it free?
Stupid saying.
Anton didn’t want to let go of Keisha, not for a moment. He’d do it because she asked, because he loved her…because to hold her too tightly would be to lose her.
With that thought in mind, his soul filled with the fear, the love, the frightening vulnerability of having given his heart to this woman, Anton took her once more over the edge.
Crying out, thrusting hard and deep, he followed her into oblivion.
3
Keisha shoved the last of her clothes into the carry-on bag and slowly zipped it shut. She stared at the bag for a moment, going over all the reasons she had to go to San Francisco. As much as she needed to make this trip, it wasn’t easy to leave the people she loved.
There was a soft tap at her door. Keisha turned around just as Xandi cracked the door open and stepped into the room.
“You okay? Should you be carrying that much weight? You’ve barely had two days to heal.” Xandi touched Keisha’s shoulder near the bandage. “How’s it feel?”
“Hurts, but it’s shallow. The arrow just grazed me. It didn’t penetrate, so there’s no permanent damage. I have to admit, besides shifting, one of the nicest things about being Chanku is that we seem to heal really fast.”
“You scared Anton half to death.” Xandi turned and closed the door behind her. “Stefan and me, too. I’m sure Anton’s told you he and Stefan are worried the poachers may somehow be connected to Carl Burns. We’ve had so many of them this year. They’re all focused on wolves, not deer or elk, and not one of them seems like a real hunter. They’re just thugs.”
“We can’t continue to live our lives in fear, Xandi.” Keisha plopped down on the bed. “I’ve lived that way far too long. Being Chanku is giving me a strength I never knew before. I will not be a victim again. Anton has to understand that.”
“He does. He’s also very much in love with you, so he worries.” Xandi sat down on the bed next to Keisha and grasped both her hands. “Do you have any family in San Francisco? Someone you can stay with? You’ve never mentioned parents, siblings or…”
Keisha shook her head. “No. I had a wonderful family, but not anymore.” She blinked back a sudden rush of unexpected tears. It was all so long ago…
“My mother was killed by a hit and run driver when I was just a kid. Her sister, my Auntie Camille, was shot and killed in a mugging a few years later. She had a daughter, my cousin Tianna, but Tia and her dad just sort of disappeared out of my life after Camille’s death. I have no idea where Tia or Uncle Ulrich are now. Then my father died of a heart attack a couple of years ago. That was tough. I was an only child, so…”
Keisha swallowed back a lump in her throat,
