Adams, Cara - Calling Doctor Wolf [Shape-Shifter Clinic 1] (11 page)

“I understand. I crave your touch, too,” she whispered, running one hand through Danny’s hair. Her other hand she rested on Oscar’s knee. Almost he wished she’d stroke his cock, but this was about her, not him.

Then Danny drove inside her and began fucking her, holding her hips high and powering deep into her cunt.

Oscar kept his gaze on her face, gently stroking her cheekbones, her jawline, her ears. He teased around the rim of her ear, then licked the lobe, one side then the other. He held her long hair in his hands and curled it around his fist, marveling at its thickness and beauty.

He watched, totally enchanted, as she climaxed and shook on his knee as Danny pulled her into his arms. Oscar felt so privileged to have watched her come, to have shared that special moment. It was much more poignant when he wasn’t participating himself, because then he could catch every twitch of her body, every nuance fleeting across her face. The drama of her arousal hit him in the gut like a punch and he could hardly breathe with excitement.

They lay there together until Danny nodded and stood up. Oscar stood, too, and pulled Ambrielle to her feet. “You and Danny have christened the living room. How about we do the same for the bedroom?”

“Okay.”

He led her across to where the bedroom would be, then pressed her back against the closet door. That closet would be removed. It was much too small for all their things, but it was a good place to stop for now.

He used his chin to nuzzle her face, reveling in the sweet smell of her, licking her cheeks and nose and kissing stray pieces of skin as his mouth wandered backward and forward across her face. Finally she gripped his head and held him still as she locked her lips with his. Obediently he kissed her back deeply until their tongues were tangling together and his body was pressing hard against hers, his cock a rigid line against her belly.

Unable to wait any longer, he lifted her legs up high, rested them against his hips, and drove his cock deep into her hot, swollen cunt. He took a second to congratulate himself on putting the condom on before they’d originally stood up, then he was driving into her, forcing her hard against the door as she locked her ankles in the small of his back and dug her fingernails, her blue and orange fingernails, into his shoulders.

Ambrielle rose into his every stroke, forcing him deeper into her pussy, driving herself down on him until he could go no farther, then lifting herself up slightly so he could plunge in again.

She was a wonderful partner, alert to his every wish, actively making every little aspect of their mating more erotic, more powerful, more memorable.

He pushed one hand between their bodies, pinching a nipple, and her cunt gripped his cock as she came around him. Oscar bent his knees then slammed up into her. Her body banged back against the door and he had a brief second to hope she hadn’t hit her head, then the door smashed inward. His thrust propelled them the few feet into the closet and Ambrielle’s back hit the rear wall as his cock exploded inside her. Her legs continued to grip his waist, her cunt gripped his cock, and her shoulders heaved.

Horrified that she might be injured, he brushed her hair off her face. “Ambrielle, Oh God, you aren’t hurt?”

Instead her eyes were filled with laughter and her lips were pulled together tightly as her face shone with mirth. Wordlessly she shook her head, then buried her face against his shoulder as silent laughter racked her body.

For a moment he stood still, then he laughed, too. They were both still locked together, both still climaxing, and all around them lay smashed woodwork.

Oscar sensed someone behind him, turned his head, and saw it was Danny. A Danny with a huge grin on his face, too. “Oh well, that closet had to be demolished anyway. Should I go get some tweezers? Likely you’ll both have some splinters in your butts.”

“That was fun, but next time let’s use a bed,” said Ambrielle. But he knew she wasn’t cross. Her face was still alight with happiness. What a wonderful woman. How many women in the world were there who would laugh after that happened to them? Only one. Only one woman in the whole world and she belonged to him and Danny. Their Ambrielle. How amazing was that!

Reluctantly he pulled out of her. “Unfortunately Danny is likely to be right. We’ll need to check your skin for splinters. And bruises. Is your head all right? Did it get banged?”

Suddenly Oscar felt guilty. Here he was laughing when he should be caring for her. He was a doctor, for fuck’s sake, and he was acting like a ten-year-old or a clown. He was supposed to care for her and protect her, not smash up the closets.

She was still smiling, not blaming him at all. Holding her hand he led her back to the middle of the room. This time she’d taken no offence at his actions, but he really needed to act like an adult. A Dom, for fuck’s sake.

* * * *

Ambrielle found it hard to believe she’d been working at the clinic for over a month. In some ways it seemed like she’d been there forever. She knew all the staff, their names, their positions, whether they were shape-shifters or humans, and felt they were her friends. She enjoyed the work she did, loving the way people were brought in hardly able to stand or walk, or in bad pain, and within a few days or a week or two they were moving better, able to get out of bed, in some cases even going for a run to the lake and back.

That was Oscar’s standard fitness test, asking a shape-shifter to run to the lake and back. If they arrived back out of breath or sweaty they had to stay another day or two. Ambrielle had treated that as a personal challenge, and ran to the lake and back herself every day now, just to make sure she wasn’t getting too unfit herself.

She knew Oscar’s cousin George was challenging the will, wanting the house for himself, and at times she worried that he’d succeed. But as far as she could tell from Google, Oscar’s position was unassailable. A person had the right to leave their property as they chose and fairness had nothing to do with it. It was like a birthday gift. There was no law saying anyone had to give all their relatives a birthday or holiday gift of equal value. The choice belonged to each and every individual.

However, having said that, she also knew some attorneys could tie everyone in knots with rules of precedence and other arguments and strange things could happen in court. Like those people she’d read about in the newspapers who went into a coffee shop, bought a coffee, spilled it on the floor, slipped over on their own spilled coffee, and successfully sued the shop for negligence. Although how the shop could have cleaned up the coffee the second the customer spilled it remained a mystery to Ambrielle. Perhaps they should have forbidden the customer to move until it was wiped up. Who knew? Anyway, the whole situation made her a bit tense, and she knew it was worrying Oscar.

So Ambrielle concentrated on doing everything she could to make the days at the clinic run smoothly, and to make sure everyone was happy.

And on the nights she was home alone, she read up more about BDSM sex and found herself drawn very much into the idea of it and ready to try it herself.

She’d developed the habit of going for her run at the end of the day’s work, so this Friday she changed into a T-shirt and shorts and her running shoes then walked out the back of the building to do her stretches as usual. This time when she reached the path to the barn, there was a large black dog lying in the middle of the concrete, sunning himself. Instantly she thought of Oscar. The dog-wolf’s fur was not just black, it was slightly curly, like Oscar’s hair. The animal’s frame was solidly muscular, just like the man. Something told her it was him. She sensed it, recognized the man beneath the fur with some innate, unknown, supernatural part of her, just as she’d always been able to match up Aunt Kitty’s panther friends’ human and cat forms. She’d never called any of them by the wrong name. So, too, right now she was sure. This was not a dog, it was a wolf. A very special wolf. She looked at his eyes, sure they’d give him away. Yes, they were black and gleamed with intelligence. “So, Oscar, are you going to accompany me on my run today?” she asked.

He blinked at her.

Just then a brown wolf stalked out of the barn. Just as his hair was a bit long, so, too, apparently his fur was a bit shaggy. His identity was not in doubt. “Hi, Danny,” she said, acknowledging him.

She stretched her legs and back, warming her muscles gently, then began a slow jog through the garden. The two wolves kept her company, running just to either side of her. Once she left the garden and the concrete path, she lengthened her stride across the grass. Here, closer to the house, the ground was flat and even, but over by the lake it was rougher and she needed to take care not to twist an ankle.

Ambrielle ran faster now, enjoying the rush of air through her hair and the company of the wolves. First one, then the other sped away from her, then curved around to meet her again. Happily she swung off her planned route to chase them a little way, before getting back to the more direct line she usually followed.

Again they instigated a game and once again she ran after them, joining their play and wishing she had a ball to throw. Or perhaps wolves didn’t like to jump and catch balls the ways dogs did. Maybe she’d ask them one day. Meanwhile she had fun chasing and being chased, ducking and weaving, running in and out of the trees and bushes to make it harder for them to tag her.

It wasn’t far to the lake, less than half a mile, but once there she climbed up some large, almost flat rocks and walked along them, following the shoreline. Danny copied her, but Oscar ran to the water’s edge and paddled in the waves lapping the shore. Of course, he must have played here often as a child. That was something else she might ask him one day, how deep the lake was. Or maybe she’d wait for a hot day and swim in it herself and find out that way.

When she reached the end of the small lake, she turned back to the house and started running again. This time the wolves ran very fast, leaving her well behind them, only to screech to a halt and race back toward her even faster. She was surprised at their turn of speed, but also guessed they were only capable of maintaining it for short distances. Something else she’d just learned about them. As she dodged them and joined in their games, she was really enjoying seeing this, their playful side, something that seldom emerged in their human form when they were bound up in the day-to-day tasks. Ambrielle smiled. She had really found out so many new things just from watching them in their animal form.
We must run together more often.

Back at the concrete path the two wolves nudged her toward the barn. Obediently she turned and walked into the all-purpose area, looking more closely at it than she usually did each morning as she parked her motorbike in there. There were supplies and equipment boxes stacked against the back wall, a bench with piles of tools and half-empty cans of paint against the side wall, as well as her motorcycle, Danny’s truck, and Oscar’s car all in the building.

“This place needs a tidy up and a good sorting out. I don’t know how you can ever find the tools you need in that mess. Haven’t you ever heard of a toolbox?” she teased Danny.

“Of course I have a toolbox. It’s under all the junk somewhere,” Danny teased her right back, making all three of them laugh. Both men had transformed back into human form and were busy getting dressed again.

What a shame, I wouldn’t have minded staring at their naked bodies for a while.

“Seriously, it’s what I plan to do when the weather cools, build a proper storeroom for tools and the clinic supplies. I want to get our apartment done first though, at least enough so we can all be together, then I need to finish the painting. The doors and windows need to stay open while the paint dries, and once fall arrives that might be a bit too cold for the patients.”

“We can all be together”? Did he really mean that? He was planning the upstairs apartment for her as well as for them? Neither of them had said anything like that to her. Not even hinted it. Or was this an intentionally dropped clue? Was she meant to hear it and wonder? No, it was unintentional. Danny was talking about all the painting that needed to be done. The patients were his and Oscar’s first concern. She’d think about the possibilities of spending more time with them later. When she was alone and could really weigh up the pros and cons properly.

Ambrielle nodded. Of course. What Danny said made good sense. The patients had to come first. Although she liked what he’d said about the apartment, too. He was looking at her with concern. Had he realized he’d told her more than he meant to. Well, she’d ignore it. She couldn’t say anything until she’d had a chance to think about it anyway. So let them think she hadn’t picked up on his words.

“I could help you with the straight painting. Not sanding down and preparing the woodwork so much, but the actual painting itself. I wouldn’t mind doing that for you. All you’d need to do is hand me the correct color paint and tell me which wall to put it on,” she said.