Grif (Tales of the Were - Redstone Clan) (17 page)

Logan’s hands and mouth worshiped at her breasts while Grif moved closer. When Grif’s hands parted her legs, she eagerly complied, spreading wide for him. She looked over Logan’s head to meet Grif’s golden gaze as he slid his fingers into her, pushing deep, using his thumb to circle her clit.

She moaned and Grif smiled. The smile set her off in a small explosion of pleasure. Just his smile could make her come, it seemed. As if his approval gave her permission to let the riot happening in her body carry her inhibitions away.

Grif’s fingers withdrew and he stepped back. She wanted to go after him, but Logan’s big body kept her exactly where she was.

“Face to face this time, Logan,” Grif coached from the sidelines. “I want her to see and understand. Next time, you can do it your way.”

The words didn’t make a lot of sense, but the cat inside picked up on the idea that there would be a next time. More sex. More pleasure. More satisfaction for the burning need that fired her blood to almost unbearable levels.

Her legs were spread wide so there was no problem when the Alpha wolf pounced. He leapt in one smooth move to crouch, naked, between her legs. She had no idea when or where his pants had gone, but she was grateful they weren’t in her way. Her body was demanding satisfaction. Again. Continuously.

She was beyond caring who fucked her, she just needed relief. But the tiny part of her mind that was still her own noticed how gentle the big Alpha werewolf was with her. He could have just taken what she was so freely offering without a second thought for her comfort, but that wasn’t his way.

No, Logan touched her almost reverently. With respect. A tiny part of her heart went out to him, never to return. He was really a sweet man when push came to shove.

He joined with her slowly, drawing out the moment, holding her gaze as he made them one. It felt so
good
. And she needed it so bad.

She wrapped her legs around him and dug her heels in to urge him on, but he stayed her motions. He was in control. And beyond him—over his shoulder—she saw Grif, watching over everything, his jaw clenched and worry in his eyes.

The little aware part that was Lindsey wanted to tell him he had nothing to worry about. She was now and always would be his, but the irrational thing that had taken over most of her mind wouldn’t allow speech. The cat yowled and Lindsey’s hands raked down Logan’s back as he finally started moving more resolutely within her.

Damn. He knew how to use those slim hips of his to full advantage. He stroked her just right, sending her into an orgasm that kept going and going… It was remarkable. Truly astounding.

And then he finished and her body still rang with climax, demanding more. How could this be? Was this the frenzy they tried to warn her about?

All she knew was that she needed more. More, her cat cried out within her soul. Ever more.

Grif came to her rescue, claiming his spot between her thighs, joining them with little fanfare and a bit more force than she’d expected. It was just the right touch, taking away the pain of need and bringing her immediately back to the peak that beckoned.

He rode her hard, stoking the fire that threatened to consume her sanity, making her come over and over until it all blended into one massively long orgasm that made her scream into the darkness. She keened her pleasure into the night sky, shouting to the stars, howling at the moon.

Well, not really howling. She was a cougar after all. Not a wolf. Still, her spirit called to the stars, dancing among them for short periods of utter bliss punctuated by moments of stark need.

Grif was always there. Stroking her. Pleasuring her. Caring for her.

Throughout the tumult, she knew his love.

In the end, it was the only thing that saved her.

The fire abated when he finally came, allowing her a brief moment of respite. Grif kissed her tenderly, whispering her name until she opened her eyes, responding to the command in his hushed tone.

“Are you okay?”

She blinked up at him. His warm body still blanketed her. His softening cock was still within. One hand cradled her cheek with tender concern and the look in his eyes… Well, it blew her away.

“I’m fine now.” She wanted to reassure him but she wasn’t really certain of anything at the moment. The hunger had receded, but she felt it there, waiting in the back of her mind, anticipating it’s next time to strike. “Was that the frenzy?”

Grif nodded once. “Your eyes changed, sweetheart. They blazed gold with need while you were caught in the throes of the frenzy.”

She tried to raise her hand to touch her eye, but she didn’t have the energy just then. She would take his word for it. He seemed worried, but she couldn’t do anything about that. Not yet.

She felt the fire inside her gearing up for round two.

“How long?” she gasped as the need started to creep in on her again.

“As long as it takes,” he answered in a steady voice that was exactly what she needed to hear. He separated from her and helped her sit up as he stood before the low altar. “I brought you here because the stone circle offers some protection from magic. Performing this rite here beseeches the Lady to watch over you and gives Her the energy overflowing from our actions to be absorbed into this sacred place.”

She thought she understood, though the shifter beliefs would take some getting used to. Her grandfather had practiced a mix of beliefs that worked for him and Lindsey had been raised in the modern world, with modern views on religion—until she’d finally spent time with her grandfather when she was a teenager.

She had learned a great deal about spirituality from the old man. She would have to learn even more from Grif and his people—if she had the time to do so.

Lindsey felt the fire approaching and knew she didn’t have much more coherent time. She reached out to Grif, grabbing his forearms.

“No matter what,” she gasped. “You are everything to me, Grif. Everything.”

She released him and clutched her midsection as roiling pain washed over her. She needed something…some
one
. Any male would do for the pain that was plaguing her.

She saw Grif nod to the werewolf before he moved away. Large hands—not Grif’s—took her by the waist, urging her to turn and bend until she was leaning face down across the middle of the altar stone. Her butt stuck up in the air, her legs spread, waiting as the fire within her fanned to painful life.

She didn’t have to wait long. Logan entered her from behind and she remembered what Grif had said to him. That he’d let him have her
his
way later. Doggie style.

There were no preliminaries because none were needed. He slid into her—gentler than she’d expected—and began his motion immediately. Good. That’s exactly what she needed.

Grif moved to stand on the other side of the stone, facing her. She was leaning forward, using her hands and elbows to balance her as she was pushed from behind by Logan’s deep strokes. Grif’s cock was getting hard again as he watched her get fucked by the werewolf Alpha. It was right in front of her.

Too far away.

But she
needed
it. She needed
him
. Lindsey reached out with one hand, nearly losing her balance in her plea for Grif to move into range.

He walked closer to steady her and then she had him. Her hand closed around his hard cock, stroking him and drawing him closer. She wanted to taste him. She
needed
to have him in her mouth while the werewolf filled her pussy. She needed it like her next breath.

Grif made a token protest, but gave up without much effort when she took him deep into her mouth. Each stroke Logan made pushed her mouth onto Grif and she anticipated the rhythm, enjoying making both men as hot as she felt inside.

It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was raw. Emotional. An inferno of lust and desire.

Too much for the werewolf, apparently. He came with a howl. Too soon! Too damn soon.

She thought she heard Logan apologize as he left her, empty, aching, wanting. She held tight to Grif’s cock with hands and mouth, needing the connection. Needing. So much
need
.

She felt wetness on her face and knew she cried. She was going to die. She was going to go insane. She was going to lose herself in this endless need and never come out.

“Hold on, kitten,” Grif whispered, bending low to stroke his hands over her shoulders and back. “Help is coming. I know what you need.”

Oh, thank heaven! He knew. Somehow, Grif knew and she trusted he would help her. Somehow. Some way. He would help her. He would find a way.

She heard a rustle of clothing behind her and then—shockingly—a new cock slid into her. Too tight. Too big. Wider than the werewolf. Thicker. Just bigger.

Her addled mind couldn’t really process what was going on. All she knew was insatiable hunger. Desperate need.

And then the new man began to move, thrusting deep, stretching her wide, hitting nerves she hadn’t really known about before. The slight pain of his entry was welcome in her frenzied state. It was nothing compared to the pain of being empty and unfulfilled.

She started to come almost immediately and rode the wave higher than before, longer, deeper. Climax followed climax, becoming almost indistinguishable from each other, wrapping her in one long web of pleasure the likes of which she had never before known—and would probably never know again. People couldn’t feel this much and survive.

Could they? Apparently, she was about to find out.

Sanity began to return even before the end this time. Lindsey took it as a good sign. But then she started to wonder just who’s cock was fucking her with such gusto. One of the other wolves? Had Logan brought reinforcements from his Pack?

She hoped it wasn’t one of the assholes who’d been hassling her, even as she came again, moaning around Grif’s cock in her mouth. That seemed to set him off and he pulled out as she levered herself upward, wanting his come on her breasts. The feel of his warm seed on her sensitive skin made her come again, milking the incredibly thick cock that was ramming into her in short digs from behind.

Whoever he was, he knew how to use that weapon of his to full advantage. If she hadn’t been so far gone with need, she would never have been able to take such a monster, but as it was, he—whoever he was—was just what she needed.

He came and she felt the warm spurt of his seed shoot inside her. Strong, callused hands coaxed her upward to slide her back against a hard-muscled chest. Those same hands caressed her slippery breasts, rubbing in Grif’s seed, tugging at her nipples as she screamed and exploded for a final time.

When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes and turned her head. She saw sandy, blond hair framing a familiar, rugged face.

“Steve?” she whispered, realizing she had just been fucked senseless by her new brother-in-law.

His hips surged, reminding her that they were still joined. He smiled and bent to gently kiss her upturned lips.

“Welcome to the family,” she heard him whisper before she faded into unconsciousness. The intensity of the past hour had taken all her energy.

Chapter Eleven

Lindsey came to as Grif carried her back to the cabin. She’d been so beautiful in her frenzy, but he’d been worried. He’d never seen it take someone so completely.

“Grif?” Her groggy voice alerted him to her confused state. He looked down into her eyes, glad to see them forest green once again. The golden glow of the frenzy was gone. For now.

“It’s okay, kitten. I have you.” He kissed the top of her head, glad his brother and the werewolf Alpha were guarding them from a distance on their trek back to the house.

“Was I dreaming?” She squinted and the confusion on her face alleviated some of his worry. She might not even remember all of what happened. That might be best for a woman raised among humans with human sensibilities. She wouldn’t understand what had to be done.

“What do you remember?”

“Logan. Then…Steve?” Her voice sounded shocked. “Was that really Steve or was I imagining it all?”

Grif debated over how to answer. Should he tell her now, while she was groggy? Or should he wait to see if the memory came back on its own? And if he waited, would she be mad at him for not telling her sooner?

“You want the truth?” he asked instead of answering her question outright.

“Always.” Her answer was strong and immediate. Grif sighed. He had to tell her now.

“Yeah, it was Steve. He was supposed to just guard us from outside the circle but when your frenzy flared so high, I knew you needed more than just the two of us could provide. I’ve never seen a frenzy like that and I hope to never see it again.” Grif squeezed her as they walked. They were getting very close now to the cabin. “I could’ve lost you, kitten,” he admitted, not caring that his voice broke on the whispered words.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly.

She had tears in her eyes and he worried about her stability after such a tumultuous night. So much had happened to this woman in such a short time. It was a lot for anyone to deal with.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he assured her. He hoped she heard the truth in his voice.

“But Logan…and then your brother…” she trailed off.

He opened the door to the cabin with the hand under her legs and swept her inside before answering. He had to tread carefully. Lindsey had been raised human, with human sensibilities.

He carried her to his bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. Sitting at her side, he kept contact with her at all times, offering the unconscious reassurance of his touch. Her new
were
side would need that touch, which was so vital to their animal natures.

Grif stroked her hair back from her face and dipped his head to kiss away the tears that leaked out from her eyes. She looked up at him when he drew back and she looked so scared, his heart went out to her.

“Both the wolf and my brother are shifters, kitten. They’ve been through the frenzy. Just like me. And every other shifter. We know what it’s like. And ours were normal. Yours was vastly accelerated. We can only guess what that did to you. And you need to know, you were in danger. I didn’t want to scare you more beforehand, but the frenzy requires satisfaction or it can result in derangement. I’ve seen more than one shifter go insane and have to be either put down or locked up when the frenzy strikes. I don’t want that for you. Ever.”