Her Billionaire, Her Wolf--The Novel(45)

"I don't know your face, pup," one of the big men rumbled, "So get out your invite or go get lost."

Digger stammered something unintelligible and Flair was about to launch into some kind of explanation when a pale face slipped forward from the darkness within the warehouse.

She was one of the women who had stayed closely beside the Twins as they had all left the dance club. Slightly built, willowy even, Flair could imagine that she would make a sleek, finely muscled wolf once shifted.

Her dark eyes surveyed them coolly before she spoke.

"The girls sent me to tell you that one is ok...."

Her eyes were dilated and she licked her lips as she spoke while looking Flair over, then she turned her head to barely glance at Digger before continuing.

"They didn't say anything about the other one."

Digger's mouth came unhinged as what she said sunk through the dull rind of his slow motion brain.

"But we're together! Right, Flair? Tell 'em."

Flair did not have time to say anything before the woman turned back to look them both over again.

"Oh, so you're together...? That's interesting."

Flair gave his friend a shove, then said, "Yeah, but not that kind of together."

The girl smiled a half-smile as if she knew something they did not, then shrugged before disappearing back into the darkness from whence she came.

The two bouncers stepped back, their interest in the two shifters apparently gone.

For once, Digger had nothing to say and the two of them stepped over the threshold into the Twin's domain.



They walked a realm made of low music, words spoken in low voices, the whole covered in low shadows that was at odds with the odors of a warehouse beneath it all.

Flair scented sawdust and old motor oil. There was also musk in the air and it was a humid thing that sent tendrils to his mind, lighting tiny fires there in its deepest, most primitive corners.

The air was cool, yet there was heat. Light was close to absent, yet all of it felt ready to burst into flame.

He walked forward and felt people writhing on all sides of him. He was the only one standing and he could no longer tell if Digger was at his side for it was a velour universe, soft and alluring.

At times he smelled something acrid, pungent. Flair turned away from its source, telling himself that he would not be trapped into red eyed foolishness and forgetfulness...not when there were two females who had beckoned him to come to them.

He meant to find them. He meant to taste them if he could. He desired to know their flavors of darkness and light upon his tongue.

Flair wended his way through bodies that twisted this way and that, twining around one another like tropical vines in a jungle woven from a fever dream.

He picked his way along and thought he could make out the face of the woman at the warehouse door. It was so dark, he could not be sure, and without her clothes she revealed herself as being just as finely built as he had imagined.

Her form shifted to that of a bitch in heat. Her tail was up and her hind legs trembled as the figure of a man on his knees moved behind her. When his hands reached for the female's haunches, Flair recognized him at last.

Digger's wide grin was as present as ever, then that smile slipped into a wide mouth lined in the bright teeth of a young male wolf.

Flair turned away as one wolf mounted the other. His path lay elsewhere.

The faint sounds of heavy panting or the occasional very human moan fell behind him as Flair felt unseen walls draw in closer as he walked steadily forward.

The corridor continued some way before coming to an end and in the darkness, Flair felt the outline of a door frame and, at last, a doorknob that turned freely in his hand.

He stepped through and the scent of the Twins rose to greet him.

It was a breath of spring and light that filled his head. Cool, comforting with notes of cucumber and behind that scent of faraway beaches and foamy surf. Coconut oil and warm bodies dancing under an evening sun while the sea washed gently back and forth upon the shore.

Then warm hands held his, two pairs to his one.

Warm, subtly perfumed bodies pressed themselves against him and Flair felt firm yet yielding breasts brush against his arms.

He turned his head and a soft mouth found his and enveloped the words that he had begun to form.

That mouth was made of lips as full as sun ripened fruit, dew-kissed and moist. All choice blowing away, Flair kissed back as the other body in the darkened room found its way to his belt buckle, undoing it quickly as a magic trick, then his trousers were sliding down and his shirt was lifted up and away.

Flair's breathing grew heavy as gentle hands flowed over his chest and across his lean stomach. He might not have been the most massive wolf in the city, but he was fit with a form that showed the sinewy ropes of his muscles easily beneath his skin.

The soft mouth occupying his lips and tongue broke away then began tracing down his breastbone to his abdomen before lingering at his navel.

The female must have surely been upon her knees at that moment and as her hands lifted to follow the insides of his thighs upward, Flair felt the sting of pain as she bit down and pulled back on the trail of light hair that ran in a path down his abdomen.

He hissed, then smiled when those same hands continued to their logical destination, cupping him then holding him.

Flair trembled. He had not been so highly aroused since his very first adventures with females and their wily ways. He willed himself calm for the potential of cutting short this rare experience teetered in his wolfish resolve.

He was rigid, his tumescence growing in the grasp of the female whose hot breath slipped over his member like a dark promise.

That was when the other female pressed herself against him and Flair felt the nipples of her full breasts on either side of his spine. She swayed against him while the other gripped him hard, still refusing him the honey touch of her mouth there where his pulse lifted in her hand with each beat of his heart.

The scent of musk mingled with the lighter scents of the females as Flair did his best to maintain control.

Then the woman behind him reached down to cup his buttocks in her hands, squeezing as the other continued to blow humid along his member while never touching him except where her hand held him in a circled grip that had grown ever tighter.

The hands at his bottom slipped lower, then suddenly she was between his legs and pushing up hard just behind his sac.

The pressure was excruciating and brought him up even more erect than before, a thing Flair would not have believed possible.

Then he was arching back, all his determination flying away as his hips bucked in a whiplash of pleasure that hit him like a lightning strike.

His orgasm pounded like a hammer at the base of his spine. Flair shuddered in the throes of animal pleasure for the second time in the same night.

Then, he heard someone giggle.

The sound came from across the room, then another sound, that of someone moving came to his ears.

Someone else laughed. Then, a swell of low voices murmured before a voice spoke.

"I give him a six."

The warm bodies on both sides of him drifted away and Flair felt himself wilt as another voice spoke.

"A six? Don't be ridiculous. That was a five as sure as the day is long."

Yet another voice spoke and the low murmur was silenced immediately.

"Perhaps a seven...what say you, Opal?"

The answer came from a husky throat with a distinct southern drawl.

"I says it's time for some light."

Without transition, candles fluttered into being, their tops crowned in wavering flames and Flair saw his situation at last.

He stood in a sort of small amphitheater and on all sides of him rose a series of seats, slightly inclined as they rose.

Upon those seats were far more people than he would have estimated as being in the entourage of the Twins back at the dance club and as for the Twins, themselves, Flair saw them seated where they obviously enjoyed the best view of what transpired below.

On either side of him, Flair saw the two females he had taken for the Twins. They were voluptuous, well made creatures who had drawn back from him, then shifted to wolf form as if to clothe themselves before the scrutiny of the audience under candlelight.

"So you're the driver for the big cheese?"

The Twin who spoke was the one of dark, dusky skin and luscious purple lips.

Flair shrugged. If this had been some sort of test, or simply a means of demeaning him or the alpha wolf, Brazier Abraxis, through him, he decided he did not care.

He would not give these two that kind of power over him.

"So what if he is?" Flair asked.

"We wuss curious, is all, Mister Stiffy," said the light skinned Twin.

Despite himself, Flair felt a wash of heat roll over him and hoped his face did not gleam red under the flickering candlelight.

With no means of immediate escape, the idea of shifting to hide himself in the cloak of a wolf's skin came to him, but he dismissed it. That was a cowardly thought and he knew that these two women and all their friends respected only one thing.

Strength.

Flair reached for the clothes that lay at his feet and shrugged them on.

From his trouser's back pocket, he pulled out a small, well worn notebook. As if he was not standing in the middle of a stage after a performance that should have been perfectly humiliating, Flair flipped through the pages, then drew a short pencil from its spiral binding and scrawled something.

The dark skinned Twin's eyes narrowed.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

Flair did not answer. He appeared lost in thought, then wrote something more before glancing up as if he had forgotten where he was or who was addressing him.