Jessica's Wolves(17)

Now they'd had sex, everyone would know. Their scents would be mingled.  No amount of soap or shampoo could erase the smell of Reese or Charles  from Jessica's skin, her hair.

The night was crisp, the air freezing cold, but the sky clear for the  first time in twenty-four hours. The snow crunched beneath his paws, a  testament to the fact sleet had fallen during the night, coating the  packed snow and creating a layer of crispy ice everywhere he stepped.

The air smelled so fresh and clean after a snow. Invigorating. And he ran faster, relishing the time he had to do so.

Questions plagued him. What would his family think? God, what the hell  were they going to do about Alyssa? They'd made a promise. She deserved  better than what she was going to wake to. As soon as Reese and Charles  returned to his parents' house in the morning, all hell was going to  break loose. Figuratively.

No one would actually be angry-well, except perhaps for Alyssa-but  eyebrows would rise. Questions would fly. Questions he couldn't even  answer. Most of them chased him through woods right now, between the  trees, over roots, past the brown bare branches devoid of their summer  leaves.

He ran hard, and he ran fast, searching for answers. But they hid among the foliage, evading him.

He and Reese now had two women in their lives. And both of them were a  giant package of mysteries unsolved. Neither seemed willing to speak.  Both were going to be pissed.

Great. With his head hung low, Charles returned to the open window just  before dawn. He pushed it open and jumped through the opening before  shifting this time.

Now freezing in his human form, he glanced at the two people he would  spend the rest of his life with, still lying in the exact same place  he'd left them, as though he'd only turned his head for a minute instead  of traipsing off through the forest in search of answers for several  hours. Even as cold as he was, his dick sprang to attention. Reese had  one arm wrapped around Jessica's middle, her breasts pushed high on her  chest under his forearm.

He tiptoed past them, careful not to disturb the much-needed sleep he  was sure Jessica at least was desperately in need of. With the softest  click, he shut the bathroom door and flipped the shower on to its  hottest setting. Not bothering with lights, Charles climbed in and let  the water run down his body, thawing his freezing limbs.

As soon as his fingers flexed freely, he took his cock in his hand.  There was little doubt he'd be horny and hard nearly constantly for many  days to come, but at least he could take the edge off for now.

Picturing the look on Jessica's face when he'd first entered her, it  took him only a few strokes to bring himself to orgasm, his pulsing  shaft sending long spurts of cum down the drain.

*

Jessica was dreaming. She had to be. And the dream was so wonderful she  had no intention of interrupting it by opening her eyes. On some  semiconscious level she knew it was morning, but still prayed she could  hang on to the fantastic dream.                       
       
           



       

She was naked, deep under the covers, warm and secure. It had to be a  dream because she never slept naked. Nor did she sleep wrapped in steel  arms with a hard body pressed against her rear. Fingers were grazing  over her breasts until she squirmed in her sleep, wishing the dream  would get on with it already so she could orgasm.

If the sexy dream man would just let his hand drift a little lower  …   right there  …  oh, yes …  She arched into the imagined touch, loving how  vivid her imagination was this morning.

But then those fingers pinched her clit, and her eyes flew open with the  realization she wasn't asleep at all. It hadn't been a dream. The  object of her pleasure was staring at her, two inches from her face, a  smirk curling up one half of his mouth.

"Reese." She could barely utter the word with her heart pounding in an attempt to beat out of her chest.

"Love." She'd incorporated him into today's wet dream. And a flush stole  across her cheeks, heating them all the way to her ears.

"I thought I was dreaming," she mumbled in embarrassment.

"Apparently." He smiled but continued to stroke her beneath the sheets,  his finger swiping through the folds of her sex and then twirling around  her clit. "It must have been a good dream because you were moaning,  practically purring actually, and your soft legs fell open, begging me  to explore between them."

Did he have to be so graphic? She was already embarrassed enough. She  didn't need a verbal play-by-play of what had just happened in her  nearly unconscious state.

"I'm guessing you like this?" He pinched her clit again, making her arch  her hips into his touch. Her feet scrambled for purchase.

"Oh." She bit her lip to keep from crying out. He didn't need to know  how very much she enjoyed this type of play. She couldn't keep her body  from betraying her as she grew even wetter with the pinch of pain.

It wasn't pain exactly but more like intense pleasure. She didn't figure  she should like it, and that made her blush even further.

Sure, she'd read about girls who liked a bit of pain, but surely it  wasn't appropriate for someone as inexperienced as her. After all, she'd  just lost her virginity last night-or early this morning rather. What  sweet, innocent girl would respond so outwardly to having her little nub  pinched mercilessly after just one sexual encounter? Well, two  technically.

She should be appalled.

Reese stared at her, eyes narrowed, a knowing smile plastered to his  face. "I love the way you respond to me, hon. Don't be embarrassed. It's  natural. Desired even. I want you to react the same way when you are  awake as you did a few moments ago in sleep."

Jessica held her breath listening to his frank words.

"The way your body opened to my touch was so sexy." He dragged his  fingers to her chest and started over. "When I danced just the tips of  my fingers over your breasts, you relaxed into the mattress on your  back … "

Please make him stop the play-by-play before I fall through a crack into  the earth. It was bad enough he knew what she'd been feeling and  thinking. She didn't need it recanted with emphasis.

No such luck.

"When I flicked my thumb over your sexy little nipples, they pebbled and  grew hard. Your arms flopped to the sides of your head." He repeated  each action as he spoke. This time she remained stiff as a board. There  was no hiding the fact his actions elicited the same response awake as  they had asleep. But, mentally, she was better able to control her  physical response. Okay, not really, but at least the physical response  to the physical response. Did that even make sense?

"When I trailed a path down your soft belly toward your pussy, your legs  opened, splayed wide, begging me to explore between them." Once again  he drew a finger through her slit and circled her clit.

She moaned, undoubtedly in the same way she'd just done while inside the presumed dreamland.

"And when I pinched your sweet clit between my fingers like this"-the  man demonstrated-"you shot off the bed  …  like that." Oh, he was  downright smug now. At least what she'd seen of his expression before  she'd closed her eyes and let her head roll back against the pillow.

"Did I hear moaning?"

Jessica's eyes flew open once more, and she craned her neck around Reese  to see a very naked Charles climbing onto the bed, straight between her  legs.

"Don't stop on my account. I like moaning. It makes me hot." He tugged  on the blankets now suffocating Jessica. "Way too hot for these," he  stated as he pushed them off the end of the bed.

The air in the room felt cool as it landed on her heated skin, her  naked, heated skin now exposed beneath the gazes of the two men who  intended to claim her.

It was one thing to have let them both take her in the night under the  cover of darkness; yet another to have them ogling her now like she was  some kind of rare steak.

Hell, they even licked their lips.

Charles hovered over her body, stared into her eyes, and then leaned in  to kiss her like a starving man. He didn't touch her anywhere else,  which drove her even crazier than if he'd pressed his entire frame  against hers.

Reese disappeared; at least she thought he did. She couldn't smell him  as intensely anymore, and the bed dipped beside her after she was sucked  into the vortex of the all-consuming kiss.

Leaving her panting and breathless, Charles finally pulled back and  leaned his forehead against hers. "Flip over, baby," he whispered, his  voice a deep, hoarse growl as if he had laryngitis. His piercing gaze  demanded compliance, even though his words were gentle.

Jessica's clit twitched at his request. She warred between loving the  fact he could make her body submit and hating her entire being reacted  so easily to his instructions.

Had they been so demanding last night? So dominant? It was subtle. Their  words were tender, but their eyes spoke volumes. She shivered, her  entire body shaking. She sensed they were grooming her, carefully,  cautiously, slowly bending her to their will. And it made her pussy wet.  Was she imagining things? It pissed her off she couldn't control her  response to their tactics.