Heart of the Woolf (Woolf Series) (4 page)

He shied away from completing the thought, not certain he
wanted to face it.

As quickly as his anger had heated, Jared cooled down. He
clapped his hand on Jake’s shoulder. His eyes bled back to gray-brown and were
full of sympathy. “I didn’t mean any disrespect.”

As the alpha male and pack leader of their clan, Jared
“ruled” with a firm but understanding hand. The other males were allowed to
stand up to him and challenge him, especially when it concerned their own
lives. Jared had always maintained that the days when one ruled with an
autocratic hand were over and the pack had to grow with the times. However,
when pack law was violated, Jared’s decision was upheld over everyone else’s
protests and differing opinions.

Jared continued, “Have you told her about our heritage?”

“No,” Jake responded tightly. Fear that Adrienne would reject
him for his werewolf blood knotted deep in his gut. Just as Lila, in the final
moments, had done. “Why, Jared? Why is it that all these years since the treaty
was signed, we’re still treated as if we’re monsters? Weres, vamps. My friends
tell me how people still exclude them from gatherings and bar them from
organizations. Parents warn their children not to play with our young ones.
Hell, I myself daren’t tell my bosses that I’m half were!”

“The time is not long enough, I fear, for people to get over
their prejudices.” Jared sighed and squeezed Jake’s shoulder in compassion. “In
my opinion, ten or so years is way too short. I think we’re looking at several
hundred years before humans stop seeing us as a threat. I guess people are
afraid that now we’re openly acknowledged in society, we’ll abuse our powers
and wreak havoc in their lives. At least, before, they could ignore us and
pretend we didn’t exist.” Jared barked a short laugh. “Like ostriches with
their heads in the sand, if they don’t see the threat, the threat doesn’t
exist.”

“That’s why The Council was formed, to monitor us and keep us
in line --”

“That helps, of course. But you can’t force people to be
accepting. Subconsciously, you also know that. That’s why you won’t tell your
board of directors that you’re a werewolf, even though you hold a management
position, right?”

Jake knew the answer. It was exactly as Jared had said.

“But who knows? Maybe if you get to know this assistant of yours
better, you’ll find out she’s one of those rare humans who has a heart big
enough to accept us.”

“That’s a very big ‘maybe.’”

“I never said life was more of a certainty for us weres than
for humans.” Jared paused. “Is she a virgin?”

Jake shook his head. “She didn’t smell like one.”

“Then --”

Jake walked over to the bar, turning his back on the
conversation. He knew what Jared was going to say.
Fuck her and get over
her.
“Why don’t we talk about this case of yours? It certainly sounds more
interesting than mine.”

“So interesting that you didn’t hear a word of it.” Jared’s
voice was laced with amusement. “Anyway, the gist of it is that my client
wanted me to look for his ex-employee, who apparently stole something very
important from him.”

Jake poured two measures of Scotch. He gulped it down then
placed the glass on the bar. The liquid burned a fiery trail down his throat,
but he relished the warmth. He turned to face his brother across the room.
“Sounds fishy.”

Jared snorted. “I know. And he wouldn’t give me any more
details right now. So, I thought I’d find the lady and get the full story from
her, instead.” His lips curled in a fiendish smile. “Or, I can always pick my
client’s brains later.”

Jake threw him a sharp look.

“I do have ethics, you know.” Jared’s annoyance showed in the
tone of his voice and the curl of his lips. “Most of the time, I don’t get to
use my talent at all, more’s the pity.”

On a scale of one to ten, Jared’s “talent” scored an eleven.
He had the ability to persuade people to do what he wanted, “persuade” being a
very relative word.

“Yes, do remember that you’re the pack leader.” Jake kept a
straight face as he teased. “You have the responsibility to uphold the family
name and serve as a good example to the younger generation.”

“What younger generation?!”

“Oh, they’ll come when they’ll come. In the meantime, you
need the practice.”

“I may be the pack leader --” Jared laughed.
“-- but I can never out-say you.”

“So, why are you discussing your case with me?”

“The trail dead-ended at the company where you work.”

Jake’s eyebrows shot up. “Creative Minds?”

“We’re not sure yet whether the lady works there or she knows
someone who works there. Can you help?”

Jake hesitated. “The most I can do is to keep my eyes and
ears open. But we’ve got hundreds of employees at Creative Minds. Are there any
clues to narrow it down?”

“The person that we’re looking for came all the way from the
United Kingdom.”

* * * * *

Adrienne couldn’t help it. The moan escaped her lips.
“Ahhhh ...”

His magic hands were wonderful on her body, touching all the
right places and inducing lethargy. She was lying face down on the bed, and her
eyes had closed of their own accord many minutes ago. He was above her,
shifting with silent grace from the tips of her shoulders down to her toes. His
rigid cock brushed her naked back as he methodically moved southward.

His cool fingers knew just where to pinch and exert the
correct pressure to release the tight knots of tension that had collected in
her body. Thank God for Lucien. If not for him and his skillful massage, she
would be suffering from blinding headaches by now, brought on by the stress at
work and ... from the need to hide her secrets.

God, if Jake would only ...

She hungered for him, yearned for his hands to touch her, to
know her body, to cup her breasts and recognize their fullness, to realize that
her nipples hardened for him alone. She imagined his mouth closing over the
tight nubs ...

She cried out.

She was in pain. She ached for his cock to fill her, for his
body to slam against hers ... oh God, this terrible need ...

She moaned, writhing sensuously on the bed. Her juices
flowed, readying her for completion, for the moment of penetration.

His hands palmed her buttocks and squeezed them.

Her hips lifted of their own accord, leaning into his touch.

One finger slipped between the crack of her nether cheeks and
moved toward the enticing wetness.

She whimpered. Her breath caught and held ...

His finger dipped into the midst of her thick cream and
skimmed her craving folds.

Not enough! More ...

Adrienne flipped over onto her back, panting with need and
excitement. Her eyes opened, seeing Lucien’s shaggy hair and limpid brown eyes.
Her heart plunged in disappointment; for a moment, she had truly believed that
it was Jake making love to her.

She spread her legs. “Fuck me, Lucien.”

His huge cock nudged against her thigh. “Gladly.”

Gasping breaths and clumsy fingers accompanied the sheathing
of the condom on his straining erection. He positioned himself at her opening.

Adrienne looked up the long line of him, from his
condom-encased cock up his flat abdomen to his face, which was ruddy with
passion and exertion.

Their eyes held.

He winked. Slowly. Without warning, he plunged into her
steaming cunt and slammed his body against her clitoris. Hard.

She screamed. The sensation cut through to the bone; the
friction of his cock inside her pussy was sheer heaven and pure madness. She
pushed and ground her pelvis against his crotch, hungry for the excruciating
pleasure. She arched, her back coming off the bed. She panted.
“Lucien ...”

He was buried to the hilt within her. “Relax, baby. I know
what you need.” He wrapped her legs around his waist. “Hold on. It’s going to
be a rough ride.”

He drew a little bit out of her and thrust into her in a burst
of rapid, short, shallow stabs. The series of quick onslaughts rubbed against
her clitoris, stimulating and electrifying the tiny nub. The tension swiftly
built, increasing with each stroke. She was greedy for release, and yet, she
wanted this agonizing pleasure to go on and on ...

A mouth latched on to her nipple and bit. Pleasure-pain
combined with the need for satisfaction. Yet, she held on, denying herself,
eagerly soaking up each luscious stroke and each stinging smash of their
bodies.

This was Jake driving his body into hers, Jake possessing
her, stamping his brand on her ...

Harsh breathing reached her ears. But it wasn’t hers nor was
it from the man above her.

Driven to the sound, she turned her head blindly.

Her eyes encountered a naked man standing a few feet away,
his hand moving briskly on his throbbing cock.

She screamed with urgent, desperate need. “Paul!”

The man walked with rapid strides across the room. Lust
flaring in his eyes, he shoved his fat cock into her waiting mouth.

It was the last straw.

She lost control and lifted her hips to meet each of Lucien’s
thrusts, the screams blocked in her throat as the waves of pleasure rose and
crested in her. Wanton pleasure invaded her entire body, even her mind, as
satisfaction rendered her unable to think, unable to focus on anything but the
erotic sensation of her pussy walls clamping down on his cock. Her lips moved
convulsively around the cock in her mouth, her teeth biting down lightly on the
thick appendage. Orgasm after orgasm whammed her.

She screamed again, but the sound was muffled. One hand came
up to encircle the stiff rod as she sucked. Her pussy still pulsed, renewed by
the carnality of having two cocks in her.

Paul groaned and thrust into her mouth. Lucien continued to
plunge into her, the tightness of his breath evidencing the nearness of his own
climax.

“I’m going come, baby,” Paul rasped, his voice deep and
guttural. He buried his hands in her hair and choreographed her head movements.
“Make me come.”

Excitement flared anew within her. Oh God, she would kill for
another orgasm. She fought the lethargy invading her limbs. She dipped a hand
into her pussy and stroked Lucien’s cock as she smeared her hand generously
with the moisture that had gushed out from between their bodies. She took
Paul’s engorged dick out of her mouth and pumped it vigorously, licking it and
tasting her own juices.

Lucien moved, and Paul’s cock slipped from Adrienne’s hand.
She gasped as Lucien staggered back off the bed, bringing her with him. He
carried her until they hit the wall. Cradling her by the thighs, he pushed deep
into her, causing her to ground down on him. His voice husky, he echoed, “Yes,
make me come, too, baby.”

She pressed her lips against Lucien’s in a voracious kiss.
His hands moved to her buttocks and squeezed, slowly prying them apart for
Paul.

The cold mouth of the lubricant hit her hot anus. She gasped.
An excited whimper escaped her lips when Paul squirted the contents of the tube
into her. A moment later, his fat cock poised at the entrance of her anus and
entered in one hard, determined thrust.

She sobbed. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God ...” Searing lust
flashed through her. Her anal muscles adjusted to the invasion, closing around
Paul’s hard, fat cock. She rocked against them, wanting both their cocks to
move, to fuck her.

Lust permeated the air. The smell of sex heightened the web
of intimacy and passion saturating the room.

They settled into their long established rhythm. As Lucien
surged into her pussy, Paul withdrew. Their cocks rubbed against each other
through the thin tissue separating the two passageways, increasing in tempo as
each man found his pace. The resulting friction threw her into a spin, pleasure
upon pleasure spiraling up within her until she exploded.

She screamed. She bit down on Lucien’s shoulder. Her pussy
convulsed with violent contractions as their cocks erupted within her.

Long moments later, they all slumped on each other against
the wall, breathing hard, sweat covering their bodies. Paul’s seed dripped from
her ass. They moved to the bed, where Adrienne lay sandwiched between the two
men, loving the feeling of warmth and safety the position engendered in her.
She sucked on Paul’s nipple, unashamedly speeding up the process for the next
bout of wild sex.

Lucien touched Adrienne’s cheek, bringing her attention to
him. His eyes were filled with sympathy. It was the last thing she expected to
see from him. “Why don’t you go after him, baby?”

She avoided his eyes and leaned forward to place kisses on
his chin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You do, baby.” He wrapped her in his arms, his hands
strangely soothing at her back. He rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m
not complaining about the rewards I’m reaping on his behalf, but you should,
baby. You should go after him.”

* * * * *

Adrienne woke. One minute, she was asleep, and the next, she
was wide awake. She yawned.

God, what a night! The perfect end to a stress-filled day
full of fake death threats and unrequited lust. Well, almost perfect. Perfect would
have been Jake driving his thick rod into her core and a nameless, faceless
someone loving her at the same time.

She quivered at the thought.

Her first sexual experience was a threesome, and now that she
thought about it, that encounter rewired her psyche such that it changed her
sexual orientation forever. It left so deep an impression on her that although
she could still be satisfied sexually with one man (she’d tried it before), she
still felt that something was ...
missing
, as though there was a hole
in her that wasn’t filled. She smiled at the thought.
No pun intended.
Several relationships later, she realized that two men could
fulfill
her
in a way that one lover never could.