Wolf Tales 12 (32 page)

Another first, but then the last hours had been one first after another. First time to shift and walk on four legs, to shift back and walk on two. First meal at a table with other people, first run in the forest.

First orgasm. She sat back on her haunches, gazed across the shadowy cave, and watched the cougar sleep. First orgasm, second, third . . . How many times had Igmutaka brought her to climax in the hours they’d made love?

She felt no residual soreness as a wolf, but imagined she was going to be tender when she switched back. Even so, she wanted more. Her body thrummed with need, even in this form, though she knew they’d not have sex as wolves. Playing around as wolves, using tongues and teeth and cold, wet noses . . . now, that was one thing, but sex with another wolf was serious business.

It didn’t get much more serious than the mating bond. No way in hell was she ready for that kind of commitment, not when she finally had a body that moved on four legs or two, and a voice that worked. This freedom was much too exhilarating, whether as a wolf or a woman. To have a body that actually did what she wanted—amazing. It was absolutely amazing.

Ig raised his broad head and stared at her with eyes made demonic in the lantern’s reflection.
Is everything okay?

I was thirsty. The water’s not as cold as I hoped, but it tastes good.

These mountains have many hot springs. One must feed this particular cavern. Not so good for drinking, wonderful for bathing.

I don’t think I want wet fur. Sounds uncomfortable.

Wet skin sounds sexy.

She hadn’t thought of that. Now that he’d put the idea in her mind, however . . .
Shouldn’t we go back to the others?

They’re all sleeping. I searched and found no waking minds, though Anton’s seems busy. I can’t read him, but I don’t know that the man is ever totally at rest.

You love him, don’t you?
She knew he’d been with Adam and Liana as their lover, but there was a certain inflection to Igmutaka’s voice when he spoke of the pack’s über alpha that made her suspect there was more going on than she’d first assumed. Of course, Adam as much as said they were all intimately acquainted, that sex among packmates was not only accepted, it was expected. She figured she’d get used to the idea at some point—now it was more a fascination than a reality.

The cougar dipped his head, acknowledging her assumption.
It’s impossible not to love Anton. Sometimes it’s impossible not to hate him, either. He’s a man of many sides, many desires. He’s pragmatic and spiritual, sensual and practical. The first time he saw me as a human, do you know what he did?

Mesmerized by the powerful sense of respect in Igmutaka’s voice, Sunny slowly shook her head.

I walked into his kitchen early in the morning, long before anyone else was awake. My first morning as a human. He’d never seen me before. He looked up from his laptop computer, smiled, and said good morning to me. Then he poured me a cup of coffee, offered me a seat at the kitchen table, and asked how it felt to walk on two legs instead of four. Never once did he question my right to be there or ask who I was.

He knew who you were? How?

I have no idea. He might have been in my mind even then. His power appears absolute, at times, but what makes all of us love him the way we do is that he is very much, at heart, a simple man. He’s not perfect. He makes mistakes. When he succeeds, he does it with great modesty, when he fails
—Ig’s chuffing snort had to be laughter—
when he fails, he does it magnificently.

I don’t really feel as if I know him very well.
He’d been really nice to her. He’d welcomed her so graciously into his home and pack, but it had not been a week conducive to long conversations with people, not with so many things happening.

You will grow to love him as we all do . . . when you’re not thinking of ways to murder him.

She blinked. What did Ig just say?

I was only teasing, sweet one. Now shift. I want to bathe with you in that clear spring, and then I want to make love to you once again before we return to the others.

You do?
She shifted, amazed once again by the ease of the change, the fact there was no pain in the process of morphing from wolf to girl.

“Not a girl.” Ig stood in front of her and palmed her breasts. His bronzed hands were almost red against her fair skin. Both of them studied the contrast. Her nipples peaked and he gently brushed his thumbs over their hard tips. She felt his touch arc from her breasts to that needy spot between her legs, a spike of heat that manifested in an involuntary clenching of her sex and a hot spill of fluids that wet her inner thighs.

He drew in a deep breath. Sunny wondered if he could smell that rush of fluid. If he smelled her arousal.

“When you first arrived, I though you were a child,” he said. “I saw you as a young girl, still trapped in your chair. Now that I’ve seen you naked and watched your face when you come . . .” He shook his head, leaned over, and ran his tongue over her nipples. First one, then the other. “There is no doubt in my mind you are a woman.”

He swept her up in his arms as if she didn’t weigh anything at all. When he kissed her, she sort of melted into the sensation of his soft lips moving over hers, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam between. When she opened to him, touching her tongue to his, learning of all the things she could do to raise the level of their arousal and the strength of this amazing need already building in her center, she felt as if her world was finally complete.

He stepped into the clear water and waded out to the center where it was deepest. It rippled around his chest, which meant she’d not be able to touch the bottom. It didn’t matter. He turned her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His thick cock pressed against her sex, but she was already pliant and soft, her body ready.

It took only a simple thrust of his hips to gain entrance.

She wriggled against him, sighing with the sense of fullness, the slow stretch and glide as he filled her. Once he was entirely buried inside, he stood perfectly still, holding her steady as he kissed her. One big hand was under her bottom, the other on her back.

She tilted her hips, thrusting against him, pushing him deep, sliding down his thick shaft, then lifting up and away. He moaned against her mouth, and she did it again. There was power here—power in the control she’d suddenly taken, power in the clench of her tight vaginal muscles around his huge cock.

He’d teased her with the words earlier, when she’d hesitated to use what her foster mother had told the other kids were bad words.
Cunt
and
pussy, cock
and
balls
and
fuck
—those were all things the children had never been allowed to say, or, in Sunny’s case, write. They were “dirty” words.

Except they didn’t sound dirty spilling from Igmutaka’s lips. Not when he gazed at her with those gorgeous green eyes and said he wanted to lick her pussy and make her come. Not when he’d begged her to put her lips on his cock and she’d discovered just how much of that huge thing she could get in her mouth—and how quickly she’d learned to love the taste.

Now he was doing something else she’d not experienced. His fingers traced the crease between her bottom cheeks, teasing over her anus. She never dreamed that could be so sensitive!

She clenched her vaginal muscles around his shaft and he pressed against her sphincter, setting off all kinds of shocks and unexpected feelings, needs she couldn’t explain.

She tightened her legs around his waist and tilted her hips, taking him deep, opening herself to his fingers, pressing forward to take his erection, pressing back against that teasing fingertip.

When he finally broached the tight entrance, it was more of a relief than anything else. At first.

Then he timed the thrust of his finger to the rhythm she’d established. In and out, dragging against those oversensitized nerves until she knew she couldn’t take much more. He added another finger, and then another, until she was going wild on him, her body thrashing, heart pounding, lungs chuffing with each harsh gasp for air.

He took over the thrusts, driving into her until the pool rippled and water sloshed over the edges, until her head was buzzing with the pleasure of so many nerves being stimulated, of so many taboos broken.

He drove deep, changing the pace so that his fingers went deep as his cock pushed up hard against her cervix, and for some reason, she opened her thoughts, opened her mind to the man in an intimate exchange they’d not done before.

And she was there, in Ig’s mind, feeling the tight clasp of her pussy around his cock, the hot, tight channel that clenched his fingers. How he felt himself, sliding his fingertips over the thin sheath separating his fingers from his cock deep inside her body. Making that connection each time he filled her.

It was too much. Arching her back, she pressed forward with her hips, leaned back, and screamed. Her cry echoed off the walls and startled a small colony of bats in a nearby chamber. She heard their distant squeaks and the flutter of wings as they raced for an exit, but even the thought of bats couldn’t distract her from the ripple of heat, the amazing sense of his cock pumping inside, spilling his seed deep within her body.

Sobbing, she clutched weakly at his shoulders even as he dipped down in the water and floated both of them to a narrow ledge. He sat there with Sunny curled in his lap and held her while she shivered and her tears fell.

So many new experiences. So much she’d not known this body could do, so much pleasure she didn’t know if she could bear it, didn’t know if she could bear to be without it.

She’d only been with this one man. Had only been touched by him. She’d experienced rapture, a euphoric introduction to her own sensuality unlike anything she could have possibly imagined. She’d never even known to fantasize about some of the things they’d done. This had been one night she would never forget, no matter how many nights she might live.

“You may not forget tonight, sweet one, but you will have other nights filled with even more pleasure. Nights and experiences you can’t even begin to imagine.”

She shook her head. “How can it possibly get better?”

He laughed. Out loud, as though she’d just made the funniest joke of the year.

Frowning, she rubbed her face against his smooth, hard chest. “Why are you laughing at me? Did I say something stupid?”

“No. Only something innocent. You’ve had one night with one very average male. Imagine making love with Logan and Adam and maybe even Tia or one of the other women. Think of what three men could do for you, or a man and a woman with your pleasure as their goal. Imagine taking Stefan’s cock in that tight little hole where my fingers were, while I fill your pussy and Nick and Beth suck your breasts.”

She laughed, but it was definitely a strangled sound. “Is this the spirit guide equivalent of phone sex? Because I think you’re going to make me climax just thinking about those things. Though I have to admit, I’m not so sure about putting anyone’s cock where you had your fingers.”

His laugh bounced her against his chest and set the water rippling around them. “You might be surprised what this body of yours can do. Things that might hurt a human woman will only bring you pleasure. Remember, sweet one. You are Chanku.” He tipped her chin up with his fingertips and gently kissed her.

“You were a virgin just a few hours ago. Your body had never been violated in any way, your innocence had never been tested. I’ve torn through that small membrane that signified your innocence for all these years. We’ve made love too many times to count. A human woman wouldn’t let me near her right now, and yet I can feel your arousal, I sense your body growing ripe. You are ready for me. Again.”

He laughed. “Just as I am ready for you. Ah, Sunny . . . what you do to me.” He slipped his hand between them and ran a finger over her swollen vaginal lips. Her muscles clenched around him. Her first thought made her want to laugh, that if she’d still thought of herself as human, she’d be embarrassed by her immediate reaction to his touch.

Except she wasn’t human. She was something totally different. A creature ruled by her powerful libido. A woman who could become a wolf. And, as she’d proved to Igmutaka only hours ago, not only a wolf but an alpha bitch.

Who’d have thought she had that kind of attitude? She snorted and covered her mouth, and her gaze snapped to Ig’s, to the twinkle in his eyes. She let it go, bursting into laughter for the pure joy of the moment. For the wonder of feeling, for all the myriad sensations coursing through a body that had never been able to experience any feelings at all.

He’d made it happen. This man with the patience of a saint and equipment worthy of the devil himself. Sunny’s laughter ended on a sigh. She touched her forehead to his.

“Ig? Thank you. For this night, for this moment, for everything. I will treasure every memory of every single thing we’ve done.” Once again she straddled his hips. He didn’t complain a bit when she lowered herself, sliding carefully over the full length of his shaft.

She’d think about that other stuff another time, about sex with more than one partner, with another woman, with other men. Right now it was just the two of them—Sunny Daye and Igmutaka—and an almost mystical pool in an even more mystical cave. Reality could wait. She’d lived harsh reality for almost twenty years. It was time to enjoy her fantasy, if only for a little while longer.

Chapter 23

Something startled him awake, some nebulous uneasiness he couldn’t identify. Adam raised his head from the pallet next to Jake’s and stared through the gloom, but everything looked as normal as it possibly could, considering the circumstances. He’d sent Logan off to get some muchneeded sleep, but they’d decided at least one of them should remain close to Jake until he was entirely stable.

Adam focused on his patient. Jake lay on his belly, his body surprisingly relaxed. His back and shoulder were covered with new, pink skin, something that amazed Adam. When he’d first seen Jake’s back, the skin was burned away, even muscle and tendons badly charred.