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Rickard did as she asked, lying on the bed with his chin propped on the palm of his right hand. He watched her rubbing her hands together quickly. “What are you doing, warming the lube?”

“Yes.” She gave him a quick, flashing grin before working one of her small fingers past his sphincter.

Rickard jumped. He knew enough to push out against the pressure of her finger, though, and the slick digit sank in with little resistance. “Warn me next time!”

“You big baby, that was just one finger.” She teased him, pumping in and out of his anus with her middle finger. “What will you do when I’m stuffing this tight hole with my cock?”

“Probably scream,” he answered. “Will you think me too girly if I do?”

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She withdrew her finger, placed the tube against his butt, and squeezed, applying more lubricant. “Not at all,” she said, her voice a husky, sexy drawl. “I plan to make you scream with pleasure.” She capped the tube of lube and tossed it on the dresser. “Okay, here’s your warning. I’m going back in with two this time. Play with your cock and balls for me,” she ordered. “I want that cock nice and hard.”

Two slick fingers worked their way past his tight back entry and Rickard hissed, feeling a pinch of pain. The slight discomfort turned into a little tickle of delight as her fingers eased out then back in, opening him gently. Wetting his lips, he took his cock in hand and worked it slow and easy. He looked back to see her working her slim digits in his rectum and flashed her a fierce grin of his own. “You do realize that some day soon, I fully intend taking your tight little ass?”

She slowed for a second, as if startled, and then picked up the momentum and continued finger-fucking him, watching over his shoulder as he masturbated. “Turnabout’s fair play, I suppose.”

She didn’t sound too sure and Rickard tilted his head back, met her gaze. “You’ve never given someone your anal cherry, have you?”

“No. I guess I was saving it for you.”

“Oh, damn!” The thought that he would be the first, the only one to take her like that hit Rickard hard, had his body clenching in unexpected orgasm. His ass closed down on her fingers, milking them as he thrashed through the short but intense culmination.

When it was over, he looked up to see Indigo staring down at him, awe and something else in her wondering gaze. “God, Rickard, that was hot! You are so beautiful when you come.”

He swallowed thickly, trying to catch his breath. Slowly, he eased up on the stranglehold he had on his dick, a hoarse laugh coming out of his dry throat. “Fuck! That was wild! I have to tell you…my balls feel like the Grinch’s heart before he heard the Whos singing: two sizes too small. They’re loaded to the gills.”

He’d meant the quip to be funny, but Indigo didn’t laugh with him. She pulled her fingers out of him, wiped them on one of the towels he’d brought from the bathroom, and extracted a condom from the box. “That orgasm loosened you up nicely. You’re ready, but before we go further, I need to tell you something.”

Icicles of fear formed around his heart, chilling his enjoyment. Had he done something to change her mind? “What’s wrong, babe?”

She wet her lips. “You were open about your need to be on the receiving end of the loving. You were open, but not honest. I’m going to give you what you need, what you really want. I’m going to give you Pavel.”

She morphed.

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Rickard cursed low and vicious, rolling away from her. “Fuck you, no! I don’t want that.”

She pointed to his cock, rearing so high and full, a pin would blow it apart like an overinflated balloon. “The truth is you do want this…so badly you’ve had to convince yourself otherwise. An open wound inside you has never healed. It never will unless I give you this.”

Indigo must have touched him at some time, because she was Pavel. Rickard should know. He knew Pavel better than any other in the world did. A cheap knockoff would never fool him. If he let himself accept the lie, though, this could fool him. His hands balled into fists, Rickard fought the temptation. He glanced at Indigo and had to look away, lest he be drawn into that beloved trap. His gruff voice broke as he accused, “You studied me long to find what would destroy me.”

“I want to help you, my prince.”

“Stop it! Stop using his voice, at least.”

“I can’t. It’s a total morph. I sound like him because these are his vocal cords.” A touch of sadness crossed his face. Yes, Rickard thought. That is what Pavel’s sad expre sion looks s

like.

“Don’t do this, oh God, Indigo, don’t do this to me!”

She came up behind him, laid a hand on his shoulder, and Rickard’s body reacted to the familiar touch. With a husky cry, he curled into Pavel’s embrace, hooking an arm around his neck to bring his mouth down to his. “Drouch, älska mig, älskling…love me, my heart’s home…”

Pavel folded his arms around Rickard, pulled him close. He cupped Rickard’s face, gazing into his drowning eyes. “You know I love you, I’ll always love you, my liege.” His mouth took Rickard’s in an Alpha’s kiss, demanding he give his all, allowing nothing less than full surrender.

Rickard sighed, opening his mouth wider, twining his tongue with Pavel’s as he ground his hips against the slightly shorter male’s abdomen. Pavel’s cock was longer, wider, the head broad and blunt. A frisson of lust skittered up his spine at the thought of that monster claiming his ass, fucking him to within an inch of his life. “Please, Pavel, please fuck me.”

“Oh, I’m going to, Rickard. You’re going to take every last inch of this foot-long dick up your ass and love it. But first, you’re going to suck me and make me hard.”

Tears falling, Rickard kissed his way down Pavel’s chest, loving the furred muscled plane covered with toned skin and ropey veins. His tongue batted the flat nipples hidden beneath the dense swirls of hair, had them peeking out of their hiding place. He sucked one into his mouth, his fingers and thumb attending to the other in near mindless bliss.

Crooning, he dropped further, ran his hands down the strong, lean flanks to frame the work of nature hanging between corded thighs. “Drouch, you are beautiful, so beautiful!”

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Rickard’s tears fell, to be lost in the glistening bush of hair at Pavel’s groin. He sobbed, “I need you, need you to love me!”

Janecek’s hands smoothed Rickard’s hair off his brow. “It is you who are lovely, my darling prince. I need you, too. Need you and love you. Ich liebe auch dich, drouch, auch älska mig, älskling.”

Rickard took Pavel’s cock in hand. It had grown from when they were youths together.

He doubted he would be able to take it all in his mouth, but he was innovative…he would find new ways to pleasure his lover.

Pavel grunted when his mouth closed over the head and first third of his cock and Rickard knew he wasn’t the only one caught up in the moment. He reached down, palmed Pavel’s balls and rolled them while he continued to suck and lick around the bulbous glans.

“Yes, drouch, use your teeth, let me feel you nibbling on me.”

Rickard followed his instructions, nipping at the vein running along the underside of Pavel’s penis, running his tongue around the ridge ringing his cockhead. His own cock burned and throbbed, his cum trapped behind the punishing ring. He pulled his mouth off Pavel’s cock, desperate for relief. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to burst!”

Pavel’s rich laughter rang in the room. “Oh, we can’t have that. Up then, impatient one…I want you, too.”

Pavel rolled a condom down his cock and then poured a jet of lubrication in Rickard’s hands. “Get me slathered up good, hon. There’s a lot of me and a finite amount of space in here,” he said, slapping one of Rickard’s cheeks.

With a nervous chuckle, he managed to get lube all over Pavel’s cock and his chest, hands, and arms. But when he went to bend over the foot of the bed, Pavel stopped him with a hand on his arm. “No, I don’t want you like that. I want to make love to you face-to-face.”

Rickard started. “Are you sure you want to?”

Pavel nodded. “I want you to see my eyes, look into my face while we fuck. I want my love burned into your memory forever.” He took Rickard by the hand. “Come make love with me.”

Pavel half sat, half reclined on the bed and patted his thighs. “Squat over me and we’ll ease my cock in real slow.”

Shaking, Rickard threw his leg over Pavel’s lap while the other male held his cock steady. Holding onto the wulf’s broad shoulders, he lowered himself until he was squatting over Pavel’s cock, the position stretching his anal sphincter so it winked open over the massive head. His thighs gaped wide, leaving his cock and balls in plain sight between their bodies, the head brushing Pavel’s tight abs. When he was in position, Pavel fit his cock to Rickard’s back door with a quick warning. “Don’t forget to push out. It’ll hurt like hell getting in, but once there, I’ll take you to paradise.”

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Push out as he might, Rickard thought he’d die trying to take Pavel’s cockhead. The thing was huge. “Damn, it hurts, Pavel!” He leaned his forehead on the wulf’s chest, his face damp with sweat. Body shaking from the strain of holding his position, he pleaded, “Just do it, Pavel, punch your way in.” He looked up into the other’s eyes with a weary laugh. “I want to fuck you sometime this year.”

Pavel gritted his teeth. “You sure?”

“Mother Moon, yes!”

Rickard’s hoarse scream battered the walls of the apartment. He gave thanks for soundproofing. “Oh God, Pavel, tell me you’re in!”

“Are you numb back there? That’s the only reason I can see for you not feeling me.

You’re squeezing me so tightly I can’t move.”

Rickard relaxed, slumped in Pavel’s loose embrace. “Fuck me…love me…I’ve waited years for you to hold me like this.”

“Give me your mouth. Slide your tongue inside me and let’s fuck there, too.”

Their kiss was torrid and hot, hard and bruising. Rickard couldn’t get enough of Pavel’s taste. All the while their lips touched, tongues tangled and breaths meshed, Pavel was flexing his hips, using his hold at Rickard’s waist to move him up and down the thick bar of his cock, fucking him slow and easy. As their lip play escalated, so did their lower bodies’ movements.

Rickard moaned, licked Pavel’s chest. Pavel supported Rickard’s weight on one hand while the other reached down and circled his cock, hand-fucking him in cadence with the activity going on at their groins.

Pavel groaned. “So tight…so hot, your ass grips my cock better than custom-made gloves.”

Rickard sighed. “You feel so good inside me. You fill my empty spaces, Pavel. You fill me up.”

“With love, my prince,” Pavel murmured, hip motion beginning to speed up. “You ready to fly with me now?”

Rickard laughed. “I’m ready to scream!”

With a lusty cry, Pavel flipped them until Rickard lay on his back, freeing him to hold Pavel close as that strong, muscled body flexed his cock in and out of Rickard’s ass. “Yes! Yes, this is what I want, what I need! Fuck me hard, Pavel!”

The cock burning up his rectum, stretching him agonizingly wide, drove through his clinging membrane, bumping and scouring his prostate, sending lava up his spine and down to his balls. Sperm churned and sizzled in his sac, blocked from finding escape along normal channels. The pressure built, soared, rose on heat waves up his spinal cord to ignite all along his body.

“Oh Mother Moon, I’m coming!” Rickard screamed as the conflagration consumed him.

Laughing and crying, he fell insensate into the novalike heat of an orgasmic sun.

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April and December

Rosemary. Rosemary. Rosemary.

Brandon was a bundle of trembling excitement paired with a buildup of seething lust just waiting for an outlet, a way to escape in a massive carnal explosion.

My Rosemary.

He couldn’t wait to get to his Rosemary, knowing she would gladly help him dissipate the nervous energy flashing along his nerve endings. He could hear her beyond the door and the thought of what he’d soon be doing with her made his cock stand up hard. He smelled her sweet essence through the sturdy panel and his anticipation spiked.

Gonna fuck her!

Thanks to Aricles’s infectious touch, he was having a hard time holding on to his skin form. Since he hadn’t yet explained his triple nature to Rosemary -- though she’d certainly seen a great deal when he’d almost lost it the day before -- he had to remember not to frighten her to death by shifting until he brought her up to breed speed.

Breed speed! Heh! He would share that phrase with the other trainers. They were sure to like it.

Teetering on the brink of losing control, he paused to take in several deep breaths, trying to calm himself, and choked on an extra dose of spine tingling lust. He cursed like a horny sailor.

Damn it, he was gonna fuck her bowlegged!

Rosemary’s breed DNA must had completely activated, thanks to yesterday morning’s session of marathon sex -- not to mention the one they’d engaged in after leaving the cafeteria. She was radiating the sex pheromone that drove unmated wulves wild. He was obviously no exception to that rule.

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Brandon tried the door, found it locked, and fumbled in his pockets for the key.

Unlocking the door, he hollered, “Hey, love, you’ll never believe what I’ve been through to --!”

Chaos greeted him. He came to a startled halt in the doorway, taking in the wild disarray of Rosemary’s room, heartbeat accelerating in alarm. The change rolled in an incipient rush across his shoulders, fur flowing and fangs sprouting, body readying to go into battle mode. “Rosemary, what’s happened here? Are you all right?”

Frantic, Brandon rushed into the room and put his arm around Rosemary’s waist, needing to touch her, needing the assurance that she was all right, and requiring more than a visual sign of her wellbeing.

“I’m fine.” Rosemary adroitly slipped out from under his arm and returned to her packing, an expression of what looked like guilt flashing in her hazel eyes. Sighing loudly, she went back to folding a blouse, muttering under her breath, “Oh Lord, why couldn’t you let me avoid this confrontation?”