Wolf Tales 12 (3 page)

“Shit.” Stefan groaned and reached for Anton’s wrist, grabbing him. Stopping him. “I’m too close for that.”

Anton laughed. “I told you, you’re mine. Let go.” He slipped his finger in and then out again. “I’ll just have to make you come more than once. It’s good for you, old man.”

“Cut the old-man crap. Just fuck me.” Stefan clutched his knees and flashed a grin at Anton. “I was wondering what you were planning. Thought maybe you were the one getting too old for this.”

“Never.” Grinning ferociously, Anton clasped his cock in his fist and rubbed the broad crown over Stefan’s anus. Stef groaned and held his knees closer to his chest as Anton eased forward, breaching the taut entrance, filling him, slowly pushing deep inside, and deeper still until Stef’s tight hole clasped the base of Anton’s thick erection, flexing and squeezing him almost painfully.

They held there a long, silent moment, both of them panting, straining for control. Anton’s mind drifted to their teasing. They’d hassled each other about age for years. Hell, he was fifty-eight and Stef eight years younger. They’d just celebrated his fiftieth birthday.

Yet both of them could easily pass for men in their early thirties. In fact, Stefan, with silver lacing his thick, dark hair, actually looked a bit older than Anton, though both of them appeared younger now than they had when they’d first met over fifteen years ago.

One more miracle of embracing their Chanku heritage. In the beginning, they’d all wondered if they aged like normal humans. Liana, Adam’s mate—and once their Goddess—had explained that Chanku, while not immortal, were almost ageless. Their bodies, if they were born into their heritage and always lived as Chanku, reached their prime age and stayed there for untold years.

If, like Anton and Stefan and the others, they didn’t find out about their heritage, didn’t get the nutrients to enable their Chanku abilities until they were older, their bodies slowly but surely returned to that perfect age. It seemed to take longer for men than for women—Millie West had been close to sixty before she had started taking the nutrients that brought her shapeshifting abilities to life. Within a couple of years she’d looked like a young woman in her twenties with a body once again able to bear children—which would only happen when hell froze over, according to Millie.

With four grandchildren and one on the way, she preferred being a grandmother. It had something to do with being able to spoil the kids rotten and then give them back to their parents.

On occasion, when the baby fussed or the boys were making them crazy, Anton figured she definitely had the right idea. It was all a mystery, though. No one really knew just how long their lives might be.

Already it was growing difficult to explain his ageless appearance to business associates. One more thing they’d have to address at some point, but not now.

No, now he intended to fuck Stefan Aragat until his eyes crossed. Anton slowly withdrew from the clasping heat of Stefan’s tight passage, absorbing each sensation, each ripple and clench of powerful muscles. He paused with the head of his cock almost pulling free of the dark, damp clasp that held it. He grabbed Stef’s flanks with both hands while the thick crown of his cock stretched Stefan’s taut sphincter. Felt the throb of blood, whether his pulse or Stefan’s he couldn’t tell, but it pulsed in time with his breathing, with Stefan’s deep breaths, with the thundering rhythm of both their hearts.

He held there for one heartbeat after the next. Until his body trembled. Until Stefan’s legs quivered and his skin rippled beneath Anton’s palms.

Then he tilted his hips forward and drove deep.

Stef groaned. The sharply defined muscles across his belly rippled. He tilted his head back and arched into Anton’s powerful thrust. Again Anton speared him hard and deep, and again, harder and faster, until the forest seemed to spin around them and Anton’s heart raced to keep up with the demands of his muscles, with the growing coil of desire spiraling from his spine to his belly to his balls.

He wrapped his fingers around Stef’s cock, clasping tightly, stroking him in time with his powerful thrusts. Creamy trails of pre-cum covered the back of his hand, spread over his fingers, and filled the early-morning meadow with the rich scent of sex and arousal.

With his left hand, Anton palmed Stef’s heavy sac, holding Stefan’s testicles down against the length of his own cock as he thrust in and out of that hot, wet channel. Anton opened his thoughts again and linked with Stefan in time to feel the tight clenching of muscles at Stef’s spine, the hot rush of semen from balls to cock to freedom.

Stefan cried out. His body went rigid, his cock jerked in Anton’s grasp as his climax exploded, splashing both of them with thick streams of ejaculate. The sight of the creamy fluid erupting from Stefan’s cock, the rich scent and the hot flow as it covered his hand and spilled between his fingers took Anton over the edge.

He hammered hard and deep, emptying his balls in a series of hard, fast jerks, of clenching muscles and mind-blowing images. His mind linked tightly to Stefan’s and threw the emotions and physical sensations of two orgasms shared into a loop, so that each man felt what the other experienced, each knew the love and the need and the overwhelming sense of family that held them forever linked, forever bonded as packmates.

As lovers.

Over and over and over again. Climax shared. Need shared. And love. Always that deep, abiding love.

As the involuntary pulsing of his orgasm slowed, Anton leaned forward, supporting himself over Stefan’s chest, but Stef wrapped his arms around Anton and pulled him close. Still firmly locked within his lover’s body, Anton hugged him tightly, kissed the beard-roughened cheek, and sighed with the sense of completion that always followed love-making with this man.

It was good. So damned good, but the sun was rising and the day moving forward, and so must they. It took Anton a moment before he had the energy to separate from Stef, but finally he slipped his softening penis free and practically crawled the few short steps to the woodland pool and the gently falling water.

Stefan was right behind them. Together, laughing like a couple of kids, they tumbled into the cold water and played like children while the sun rose over the forest.

Chapter 2

Late August

Keisha stood in the doorway and smiled at Anton. They’d run as wolves and grabbed quick showers. The baby was sleeping, the older kids watching a movie, and they were alone. For now. He waited impatiently in their bed as she leaned against the door frame and stretched one arm overhead, brushing her free hand down over her thigh, parting the shimmering fabric to display one long, dark, sleek leg.

Immediately his body hardened and he was ready for her as he was always ready, wanting her with a need that was almost painful in its intensity.

Then she blew it.

Keisha managed to hold the seductive pose for a good five seconds before bursting into giggles. “Sex queens are us. C’mon, Anton. You’re supposed to be impressed. Not bad for forty-two, eh, big guy?”

“Not even bad for twenty-five.” Stefan grabbed Keisha from behind and whispered, “Happy birthday, Keish!” She squealed with surprise and laughter as he planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the back of her neck. His mate, Xandi, slipped past them and flopped down on the bed beside Anton.

“Happy birthday, sweetie.” Xandi held up a bottle of chilled wine.

“What’s this?” Keisha glanced over her shoulder at Stef’s twinkling eyes and then sauntered across the floor to the bed. “Where are your kids?”

“With yours.” Laughing, Xandi punched Anton lightly on the shoulder. “You didn’t tell her, did you? I’m impressed! You actually kept our secret. We got Jazzy and Mei to watch the babies while Oliver and Logan take the big kids to the new Disney movie and then out for ice cream.”

“After which,” Stefan added, sounding awfully smug for a guy who hadn’t made any of the arrangements himself, “they are camping out in the back yard in a tent. We will, of course, owe them child care for the next twenty years.”

Keisha glanced at Anton. “You knew this and didn’t tell me? How’d you ever manage that?”

He shrugged, almost embarrassed to admit how much he wanted this time for all of them—how much he wanted Keisha to understand how he’d missed this. As he spoke, he opened his mind to her, showed her how much he loved her, how much he needed this night where all of them could step back to what they’d once had. “I wanted it to be a surprise, and I didn’t want you fretting over details.” He reached for her hands, took both of them in his, and gently squeezed. “It’s been a long time since we all got together without rug rats underfoot. I’ve missed time with you. With all of us together.”

The interlude in the forest with Stefan had reminded him of what they’d so easily taken for granted for so many years. Maybe this was all that was missing. Time as adults. He could only hope. Keisha’s smile spread so wide he thought he’d burst with the sense of having chosen correctly, at least as far as birthday gifts went.

“It has been too long. And I’m not wasting a second.” She slipped the silky fabric over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor in a puddle of teal blue silk. In spite of her bravado, he sensed her worry, that her body might not be quite as firm after her fourth child, that the others might not find her as appealing.

“You’re wrong, you know.” The words slipped out before he even considered the fact he’d invaded her private thoughts. “You’re more beautiful now than ever before.”

She blinked rapidly, and he hoped he hadn’t made her cry. That wasn’t what he wanted at all. Then she slid across the smooth sheets, reached Anton first, and kissed him soundly. Before he could deepen the kiss further, she turned and gave Stefan a quick kiss, but she saved the last for Xandi.

He savored her joy in this long, deep kiss with the woman she loved. Heard her thoughts, open to all of them now. It had been much too long since they’d kissed one another with passion in mind. Too long since either of them had been together without a baby slung on one hip.

He noticed Xandi had braided her hair—dozens of tiny braids falling in auburn perfection, each one tipped with a colored glass or wooden bead, and it reminded him of an earlier time, when they’d all been new to this now-familiar reality, new to the world of Chanku.

The memories were fresh in Keisha’s eyes as she lifted a handful of Xandi’s braids in her palm. They clattered softly, beads bouncing off one another, sparking old and treasured memories that she shared with both men.

Arousing, sensual memories with graphic images filled all their thoughts, images so clear they were almost tactile.

“Remember our first time?” she asked, and while she spoke directly to Xandi, the words were obviously meant for both Anton and Stefan. “Remember when I was so damned scared, so afraid to be touched, and you made love to me? Your hair was braided, just like this.” She ran her fingers through the tiny braids. “I remember thinking those beads felt like dozens of tiny fingers trailing across my skin. When you swept your hair across my breasts, I almost came, just from that alone. It was such an amazing time. The first time in my entire life that I had sex with a woman, that I climaxed with a woman. That experience took away so much of my fear.”

“Do I remember? Are you kidding? You spanked me!” Xandi laughed. “How could I forget that? You tied me to the bed and spanked my butt and you got me so turned on I was practically screaming.” Muttering in mock outrage, she added, “Telling me I had to address you as the alpha bitch. You wouldn’t let me come for the longest time.”

“Yeah, but when I did, I did you right.” Keisha wrapped her fingers around the back of Xandi’s neck and pulled her close for another kiss.

Anton tapped her shoulder. “Whoa, ladies. Wait a minute. I want more details. Did you ever tell us about tying Xandi to the bed? Why don’t I recall that part of the story?” He glanced over his shoulder at Stefan. “Why is it, with these two, you and I are always the ones in restraints?”

Stefan shook his head. “I’m not sure, but don’t you think we need to do something about that terribly unfair and sexist dynamic?”

Anton nodded. “I do.” He glanced again at Stefan, carefully keeping his mind shuttered and his thoughts hidden from Keisha. He knew she was still wondering about those shielded thoughts when he pounced. She’d barely let out a shriek when he flattened her to the bed, holding her down with the weight of his body.

She squirmed beneath him and his body surged. Stefan nailed Xandi at the same time, though, and they had work to do. Within seconds, in spite of the screaming and cursing and giggles, despite the twisting and turning of two well-toned female bodies, both women were tightly restrained on their bellies, with hands and feet tied to the four posts on the bed.

Stefan sat back to admire their handiwork. Then he laughed and high-fived Anton while Keisha and Xandi twisted and tugged, struggling against the restraints. If they really wanted free, all they had to do was shift. Obviously neither woman wanted to be anywhere other than where they were.

This was, after all, a game, and from the scent of arousal in the air, it was one all of them were more than ready to play. Keisha glanced at Xandi and winked. Xandi pursed her lips in a quick air kiss. Then Stefan began shoving pillows beneath Keisha’s belly, raising her hips in the air. Anton slipped off the bed and grabbed the box of sex toys off the top shelf in the closet.

One more change in their lives—moving grown-up toys out of the way of curious little ones.

But the little ones were with their packmates for the night, and it was just the four of them, the way it used to be. The way it had been before children, before the babies had all come along.

Keisha caught Anton’s eye, grinned, and made a half-hearted attempt to break free. She twisted and tugged at the restraints holding her wrists and ankles, but it was all for show.

Stefan glanced at Anton, silently requesting permission before he knelt behind Keisha, settling himself comfortably between her knees. His erection rested hot and heavy against her buttocks. The sight of his lover and his wife together had Anton’s breath hitching in his throat.