Jessica's Wolves(27)

Charles let go of the bed and cupped the sides of her face, drawing her  to his gaze. "Baby, you are so fucking sexy. There isn't a damn thing  you could do wrong in this bedroom. Just looking at me with those glazed  eyes of yours sucks my brain cells out of my head. The thought of you  licking me and wrapping that hot little mouth around my cock makes me so  aroused I could come without the blowjob."

The words soothed. Gave her confidence.

"Just do what feels right to you, and I guarantee I will enjoy it. There  is no right or wrong. When a wolf is with the right mate, it's all  perfect."

Empowered, Jessica tucked her head back down, shook Charles' hands from her face, and wrapped her mouth around his length.

His flavor filled her senses. Musky. Salty. Charles. Perfection.

As she toyed with the tip, familiarizing herself with his girth, Reese  scooted behind her and rubbed his hands over her ass. With his knees, he  nudged her legs apart and situated himself between them, spreading her  and driving her lust to new heights with his subtle way of dominating  her even while she feigned to be in control of this one event.

Jessica sucked Charles' length as deep and as hard as she could in one giant thrust.

Charles moaned. The man had stamina. She had to give him that. He still  didn't grab her head. She knew enough to realize that took effort.

She sucked, long strokes in and out, bobbing on and off his thick cock while her ass wiggled in the air behind her.

Reese stroked the skin of her behind, unbelievably making her pussy weep again.

When she grazed her teeth down Charles' length, he lost it. "Jeesss."  The word was growled as a warning. Of what? It wasn't as though she  didn't know what the outcome was going to be or hadn't intended to make  him come. Had she hurt him with her teeth?

"Baby, that feels better than anything I've ever felt in my entire life.  You're perfect. But I'm going to come, so unless you want to swallow … "

Jessica sucked him all the way into her throat, deeper than she'd managed so far.

Reese caressed her back and up to her neck. "Open your throat, love.  Breathe through your nose. Take him in all the way. You can do it."

He didn't push. Just encouraged.

It was enough. She did as he said, and just as she nearly swallowed  Charles all the way down his shaft, he came, hot bursts of semen coating  the back of her throat. She sucked him, milking his cock and swallowing  all he had to offer until he stopped pulsing inside her mouth.

With a tiny flinch, Charles reached to lift her face off his cock.  "Sensitive  …  after  …  babe." She released him gingerly and gazed into his  smiling face. "I'm going to keep you."

Jessica felt her heart beating in her chest. His approval meant a lot.

Charles stroked her cheek with his thumb, staring at her as though she hung the stars.

Reese tugged her body backward until they both collapsed against the bed in a heap of limbs.

Charles climbed beside her, with slightly more aplomb. His breathing  wasn't back to normal yet, but he spoke anyway. "Did we scare you,  babe?" His face landed next to hers, a breath between them.

"Scare me?"

"When you woke tied down? Blindfolded?"

Jessica squeezed her legs together at the moisture once again pooling in her center.

Reese chuckled and kissed her shoulder from behind. "I don't think she was anything but aroused, Charles."

"Good. 'Cause that was hot. And I'm going to want to explore the idea of tying you up again. Soon."

How could she get so aroused again so soon after two magnificent orgasms  …  and from just words?

A slap on her ass made her jump. Reese spoke again. "I can't even think  straight with your pussy leaking like that and your sexy legs rubbing  together. And I'm hungry. Get out of here and get a bath so I can regain  my composure for one minute and rustle us up something to eat before  you distract me again to the point we all pass out from starvation."

Jessica smiled into the pillow. She was the luckiest wolf alive.





Chapter 14



"Sir." Judas' voice interrupted Fredrick.

Fredrick glanced up from his sandwich. He detested being bothered during  his lunch, even by one of his wives. But the man standing in front of  him now pissed him off to no end lately.

"What?"

"We have the address for the vehicle, sir. Would you like us to head  there and check things out?" The bastard couldn't even stand still when  he spoke. But Fredrick had the good sense to realize he was the cause.  When he watched his employees in interactions with other people, they  never cowered as they did with him. Good. He was glad. Let them shake in  their spot when speaking to him.                       
       
           



       

"Yes. Where are they by the way?"

"Outside Corvallis, Oregon, sir."

"Corvallis? Isn't that where you chased the Murphy family down?"

"Yes, sir, it is." Judas' voice lowered a decibel.

"Hmm. Do you suppose that's a coincidence?"

"I don't see how it could be anything else. The Murphys were living  alone with no pack nearby. They are all dead now. I doubt there's any  correlation."

"Fine. Go. And Judas … "

"Yes, sir?"

"Don't fucking fail me this time. I want that whore back here. I want  her alive. Don't fuck up this time. She'll be punished for this. I'll  see to it myself. No one leaves the pack as a runaway. No one."

"Of course, sir. You can count on us."

"Riight. Where have I heard that before?"

* * * *

Charles propped his elbows on the kitchen table and steepled his fingers  in front of him. "What do you propose?" He looked straight across the  table into his father's eyes.

Reese leaned back in the chair next to him but prudently kept his mouth shut for now.

It was midafternoon. The sun shown through the window, a long ray of light glaring across the table.

"Well, I so wish you had told us what was going on from the moment you  arrived, son." Richard tucked his head just low enough that he looked at  Charles with his brow lifted. "It would have saved a lot of hard  feelings."

"We made a promise, Dad. You should have seen the look on Alyssa's face  when she came into that diner. She was frightened and distraught to say  the least. You'd have thought the devil was right on her tail. We  couldn't just leave her there. And she pleaded with us to pretend we  were her mates. Don't get me wrong, we knew she was lying, but  nevertheless it was clear she was in serious trouble."

"There's no doubt you did the right thing in bringing her here. That's  for sure. The poor girl is barely more than a child. I can't imagine  what she's been through." Richard planted his hands on the table and  pushed to stand.

"She's here now, and all the cards are on the table. We can't send her away." Charles had no doubt about that.

"No. That's true. She has no place to go, and she's probably in danger." At least his father agreed. That was a relief.

"Do you suppose they could track her here?" Reese leaned forward.

"I don't know. Depends on if anyone saw you with her, I guess."

"Busy diner. Who knows? But I didn't see anyone suspicious." Charles  gripped the table with all his fingers until they turned white. He  looked at his father, who began pacing.

When Richard paced, ideas were formed. "Well, for now, she needs to  remain here and stay close to the house where we can protect her. Just  in case. I'll ask around and see if anyone knows about this pack she  came from. Doubt I'll get very far though. Sounds like the kind of group  that keeps to themselves. No group would advertise the kinds of  practices both Alyssa and even Jessica have endured."

A scuffle behind them made Charles glance over his shoulder as Jessica came into the kitchen. "Am I interrupting?"

"No, baby. Come here." He held his arm out to her until she got close enough for him to wrap her in his embrace.

"Welcome to the family, Jessica." Richard leaned across the table and extended his hand. "Officially."

"Thank you." Her words were barely above a whisper.

"You okay?" Reese questioned.

"Just awkward, knowing everyone knows what we did last night." Her  cheeks turned red while she stood there in silent communication.

Charles chuckled inside their heads. "Nothing they haven't all done too, Jess."

"Still … "

"You hungry?" Charles asked.

Jessica glanced up. "How could I be hungry? We slept until about ten, and since then you've fed me twice. I'm good."

"We're just talking to my dad about Alyssa and the pack you came from."

"I wish I could remember more. I was so young. At nine my parents hadn't  told me very much about what was going on. I never really realized why  we left  …  until now. I'm piecing it together myself still."

"I know, babe." Charles squeezed her tighter. "We need you two to stay  here, close to the house until we figure out what that pack is  planning."