Wolves Gone Wild(21)

The men thrust their hips forward and backward, their grunts punctuating the night air along with Lucky’s moans. Soon, however, Christy no longer heard their noises. Instead, her mind clouded over as the scene below changed yet again, replacing Lucky with herself and the two men with the three she wanted.

She whimpered and used the ball of her hand to continue torturing her clit while she pushed her finger into her pussy. Her nipple ached from all the pinching she’d done, but she didn’t care. The pain was good and added to her pleasure.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on her body as the imagined Grant, Lance, and Duncan caressed and stroked her. Lost in the vision, she cried out, as her orgasm shook her. She trembled and leaned against the pane, enjoying the flow of warmth traveling from her face down to her toes.

When she opened her eyes and looked into the alley again, Lucky and her men were gone.

Christy jumped off the windowsill and plopped down on top of the bed. How long had she had her eyes closed? Long enough for them to finish and watch her climax?

“Oh, shit. What if they saw me?”

If the trio told anyone, the news of the horny stranger would be all over the place by noon tomorrow. That was the way of all small towns. Still, she reasoned, they wouldn’t dare tell. If they did, they’d have to admit why they were behind the diner. It wouldn’t take much for other people to put it together.

Relieved, she forced herself to start getting ready for bed. If she didn’t get some sleep soon, it wouldn’t matter if her car were fixed tomorrow. She’d be too tired to drive anywhere. She lay down on the bed and waited for her still-trembling body to relax.



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An hour later and sleep was still an elusive thing. Her horniness was still with her and every time she closed her eyes, she saw Grant, Lance, and Duncan standing over her, their long, hard cocks, their weapons of mass seduction, pointed straight at her.

She threw the bedspread away from her and did a roll that brought her feet to the floor. Although she didn’t hear anything, she couldn’t resist taking a peek out the window again. The alley was empty and looked very lonely now.

She didn’t have trouble sleeping often, but when she did, she knew she couldn’t lie in bed and wait for sleep to come any longer. Instead, she pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, not bothering with a bra, and padded through the silent apartment. One glance at the TV made up her mind. She’d started the cross-country trip looking for adventure, and she was going to find it in Forever.

Instead of taking hold of the remote, she pulled on her sandals, scooped up the keys to the apartment and Sally, then hurried through the front door and out into the night air. The moon was full overhead, but it was the same white-gray color it always was.

That’s because I’m human. I can’t see the amber color.

Riiight.

And pigs fly high in the skies.

Letting go of the ridiculous story of the amber moon, she walked down the alley and into the main street of Forever. The riotous sounds of laughter echoed in the air and she turned toward the noise.

What the hell?

Several people were out on the street. Some of them were dancing, some were holding up bottles of wine and pouring the liquid over each other. One woman, her long, black hair flowing around her, laughed as three men chased her around the street. With the agility of an Olympic gymnast, she jumped on top of a pickup, spun around, and jiggled her breasts at them. They hooted and hollered, urging her to dance more.

Christy backed into the shadows of the building and gawked at the strange assortment of people. Young and old were there, fat and skinny, but none looked like they were younger than eighteen.

“Aw-ooo!”

She jerked her gaze up to the rooftop of the building across the street. A man, bare-chested, squatted down with his knuckles resting on the shingles of the roof and lifted his face toward the moon. With a shake of his head, he opened his mouth wide and made the eerie sound again.

Is he howling?

Okay, that’s it. Adventure is one thing, but whatever’s going on here is just too much.

She was about to head back to the apartment when a woman rushed past, getting close enough that she brushed against her arm. Two men raced after the woman, caught her, then flung her into the back of a nearby pickup. At once, the three of them began tearing off their clothes and flinging them into the air.

I have to be dreaming. That’s it. Why else would their teeth look like fangs?

And yet she knew she wasn’t asleep. But fangs? And why did their eyes flash with an amber color?

Do werewolves really exist?

She whirled around, ready to make a run for the safety of the apartment.

The growl that came from one of two men in the alley trapped the air in her throat. The middle-aged man, the gray at his temples shining under the moonlight, wrestled a younger man to the ground. Once he had him on his knees, he jumped on top of him and struck him on the back of the shoulder.