Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) Read online

  With a graceful move he slid over. I lifted one hand, and he moved beneath me. There was no mistaking his intent, and I was going to be happy to oblige.

  But behind me Jericho was making his intentions abundantly clear. He'd grabbed my ass, fingers tightening against my skin. I wiggled in his grip, giving him a clear indication I was ready and willing for whatever he wanted to do.

  He thrust his slick cock between my legs, the thick shaft rubbing against my already-sensitive folds. I shivered, from the chill in the air, and from the force of Jericho's touch.

  “I bet they call you Red, right?”

  I caught Colt's look. “Yeah. I get that from time to time.” I looked back over my shoulder. “And yeah, you can call me Red.”

  His laugh was louder than I expected, and the bird’s overhead chattered in protest. But I didn't have a chance to say anything else. Jericho wasted no time thrusting into me, hard and fast, more brutal than Colt.

  Jericho wasn't interested in teasing. He was interested in one thing; setting up a wild pace. I rocked back and forth, teetering on the edge of falling into Colt's lap. I looked up at him, knowing I'd see that sexy smile, knowing what he was waiting for. And that I was more than ready to give it to him, as soon as I caught my balance and my breath.

  “Ease up, Jericho. You're going to wear her out before her time.”

  Behind me Jericho growled, but he slowed his pace, at least enough so that I wasn't being jolted back and forth. Colt leaned back, giving me more than enough room to move.

  I shifted my weight, reaching for him, wrapping my hand around his shaft. As I lowered my head, he flexed up into my hand, and into my mouth. This was another first for me. There was a moment of awkwardness as I moved, trying to get comfortable, and Jericho counter-moved, trying to hold on to my slippery ass, and Colt shifted beneath me, trying to...well, keep himself in contact with me.

  We finally got the perfect arrangement of limbs, the perfect pitch in this weird dance of ours. It was amazing, simply the most erotic situation I'd ever been in.

  The heat inside of me that was left over from Colt ignited under Jericho's touch, under the force of his body slamming into me. Being taken from behind by this blond giant who obviously knew how to give pleasure, and having Colt spread out in front of me sent me into overdrive in about sixty seconds flat. There was no way I could hold back this orgasm, no matter how long I wanted to keep this going. I came, and I came hard.

  I lost my grip on the world, and on Colt. But he wasn't ready for that. He sat up, grabbing my head, pulling me back down, forcing himself back between my lips. I wanted to scream, or tried to, all my sounds muffled against the hardness of Colt's erection. But I took him back into my mouth, even though I could barely breath, because I wanted both of them in me at the same time, both of them taking their pleasure as they gave me mine.

  For a split second I had an image of us, Jericho holding my hips, forcing himself into me, his body pressed against my ass, Colt sitting, legs spread, feet in the pool, fingers wound through my hair as he held me, as he forced himself into my mouth. And in that split second, I thought about what Colt and Jericho were seeing, how this all looked to them.

  And how arching and bucking between these two hunks, my body wracked with the most intense orgasm of my life.

  From behind me Jericho bellowed. There was no other name for the sound. It startled me out of my own little erotic world for a moment. A thrill ran through me as he gripped my ass, his body slamming into me so hard I jerked forward, almost swallowing Colt. There was no complaint from him, just a loud moan as his cock hit the back of my throat.

  Jericho's next bellow was only slightly softer, but he was clearly headed for his own major experience here. He dug his fingers into my hips, and I knew there was a pretty good chance I would have fingerprint bruises as a memento of this event.

  With a final cry he drove himself to the hilt in me, filling me with heat as he came. I bucked against him again and again, a second—or third?—dizzying wave of orgasmic joy flooding through me as he grunted and thrust into me.

  Whether it was watching Jericho, or me, or both of us, Colt's trigger was tripped. He tightened his grip on my head, fingers digging into my hair. It hurt a little, but the pain only served as a counterpoint to everything else happening in my body.

  The flex of his hips was accompanied by a low moan, almost a growl, and he came. I've never been a big fan of oral sex...but this blew my mind. He tasted rich and salty, and slightly odd, and totally foreign. But at this moment it was right, all of it. It was messy and sloppy, uncontrolled, and wild. And yeah, it was mind-blowing.

  Colt finally released his death grip on my hair, flopping onto his back on the rocks. Jericho's manic thrusts slowed, his hands relaxing, until I felt him slid out of me, away from my body. I sank onto my knees, the water rising up around my ass, swirling between my legs. I winced as the hot water washed against me, but it was soothing.

  Jericho sat beside me, rubbing my shoulders. Colt sat up and slipped onto the rocks on the other side of me. I knelt between them, resting my head on my arms, eyes closed. We were in the shade now, and even though the air was cool, I felt heated from the inside, like I was a little glowing ember.

  “You okay, Red?”

  I opened one eyes, looking at Colt, although it was Jericho who was talking. I was too sated to even lift my head.

  “Yeah. I'm great.” I smiled, and Colt winked.

  “She seems fine to me, Jer.”

  “Glad to hear.”

  I closed my eyes. “You guys okay? I know you do this all the time, but...”

  Jericho shifted beside me, water rising gently against my legs. “We don't do this all the time. What did you tell her Colt? That we have random sex with every woman we meet?”

  “He didn't say that.” I turned to look at Jericho. This was awkward, and I was getting sand in my mouth.

  “I don't want you to get the wrong impression about us. When we said we share, that doesn't mean we're players.”

  I sat back, spitting out the sand. “I don't know you guys, so...you know.” I shrugged, pushing back from the edge of the pool, sinking down into the water like a hippo, until the water was up to my neck. The rest of the pool was taken up with Jericho and Colt's long legs. I kind of nestled between them, breathing deeply, enjoying the swirl of the water around me.

  Colt sat forward until we were almost eye level. “I said we share what we find interesting. And that does include women. But...” He ran a finger along my cheek. “Those have been few and far between.”

  “Oh.” I had the sense there was a lot more than a few, and the far between carried a whole lot of history. But I was willing to let it all go for now. I was relaxed, in that good way you get after great sex, but sitting in the hot water was making me sleepy. I sat up without slipping under again.

  “I'm ready to get out, if you guys are.” For some unknown reason I was hoping for a little privacy to get dressed. Sex was one thing; getting dressed another. It seemed oddly intimate to get dressed in front of the guys, guys I probably would never see again.

  They took the cue, climbing up out of the pool. They were less shy about getting into their trunks, and I averted my eyes for that brief moment.

  “Where are you camped?” Colt shouldered his pack. “If you want company, that is.”

  “Oh...yeah.” It hadn't even occurred to me there might be more to this than just...this. “Up the path, on the left. You'll see my stuff...” I guess I did want their company.

  “We'll walk slow, give you a chance to get dressed.” Colt nodded his head, and he and Jericho skirted the pool, heading toward the woods

  “I won't be long.” I stayed in the water, the eddies, and currents matching the swirling emotions inside of me. I waited until they were out of sight, then climbed out of the pool. My shorts were there, but it took a minute to find my t-shirt. I was wet, the clothes were half-dry, and everything was covered in sand. I smiled. Just what you
'd expect on a camping trip.

  I grabbed my stuff, and headed up the trail. I could hear them talking up ahead, but I didn't make the effort to catch up. It was nice knowing I had company, even though it took away the me-in-the-wilderness-alone theme to the weekend. But what the hell, maybe this was what fate had set up for me. Maybe this was what I needed.

  As far as testing my limits and my boundaries went, I was chalking up new experiences, right and left. First sex with a stranger, then sex with another...and then both at once.

  What the hell was I doing?

  But I'd thrown judgment out the window, self and otherwise. This was my weekend, and I was going to follow wherever this oddball path took me. At the moment, that path seemed to be dragging me through a whirlwind of crazy sexual adventure.

  Chapter Four

  The sun was almost down by the time we reached my little campsite, if an abandoned tent, and a lone pack could be called a campsite. It was much darker beneath the canopy of trees. The pines added a green bulk that seemed to soak up the last of the sunlight. We all had flashlights, and Colt and Jericho made a complete circle of the area. I stood in the middle, a little bemused. I'd never seen anyone do that before, except in rattlesnake country. But we didn't have rattlesnakes here. I chalked it up to idiosyncratic camper superstitions.

  “Nice tent. You want some help setting it up?” Colt dropped his pack beside the pile of nylon and fiberglass, picking up the pieces I'd left in a heap.

  “Help yourself. It was what drove me down to the springs. I'd given up trying to puzzle it out.” I picked up my pack, ferreting out matches and my fire starter kit. “I'll get the fire going...”

  But Jericho already had a tiny flame cradled in a bunch of pine needles, and I watched as he tenderly set it among a pile of tinder, carefully feeding it small twigs, the flame growing quickly. He glanced up, catching my gaze, grinning at me over the flickering flames.

  “I got a merit badge in camping when I was a kid.”

  “I see.” I dropped the stuff back into my pack. “Is there anything you guys can't do?”

  “Not if it's involves living off the land.” Colt stepped away from the tent. It seemed like it had materialized out of nowhere. “We've been roughing it in some way since we were kids. Both of us grew up near here, spent most of our time messing around in the woods.”

  “Or getting into trouble.” Jericho added a larger branch to the fire. The flames licked around it, turning blue and yellow. Jericho dropped to the ground, leaning his back against the log. He gave me an encouraging smile...hell, he gave me a smile that could have lit a fire without matches. But I stood for a moment, debating where to sit. Suddenly I was shy, like I was on a blind date, not sitting around the fire with two guys I'd just had sex with in the hot springs. Two guys who certainly had an affect on me, and my libido. I perched primly on the log.

  “I'll round up some more firewood.” I just caught a glimpse of Colt as he disappeared silently into the woods. Jericho tugged his pack closer, pulling out a thermos. After a minute he handed me a metal cup. “Here. Brought enough for all of us.”

  I took an experimental sniff, then a sip. It was bourbon, I thought. Whatever it was, I was pretty sure it was the strongest thing I'd ever tasted.

  Jericho stretched his legs out toward the fire. We watched the flames for a minute. Somewhere in the woods a night bird called, its mate answering. Then it went still, and the only sounds were that of the crackling fire. Jericho stretched again, looking up at me over his shoulder.

  “What's your game, Red? You're a good girl.... you're not someone who sleeps around. So, why the sudden ménage in the hot springs? Feel like taking a walk on the wild side?”

  The fire crackled, sparks rising against the backdrop of the dark trees. Above that was the deeper black of the sky, brilliant stars pinpricks in the dark. The fire caught Jericho's eyes, and for a startling moment I swore they glinted red. I blinked, and blinked again. But the moment was gone.

  “I don't...I'm not.” I shifted on the log, took another sip of bourbon. It burned like proverbial fire. I swallowed hard, tried not to cough, and wasn't entirely successful. The last thing I wanted to look like was a lightweight in front of these guys. There was something about them that brought out my competitive edge, among other feelings, or urges, or desires. I shrugged, trying for nonchalance. Like this is normal for me: sex in the afternoon; drinking the hard stuff at night.

  “Let's say I stepped out of my life for the weekend.” I looked down at Jericho, but he was staring into the fire, for which I was profoundly grateful. I wasn't sure I could stand that piercing gaze at the moment. “I needed a change, needed to do some thinking.”

  “I'm all for getting away from it all, looking inward, doing a bit of soul searching. And for you, if that means a weekend fling, so be it.” He took a swallow of his drink. “Anything I can do to help you...” He glanced behind me. I turned to see Colt materialize from the forest carrying an armful of firewood. “Anything we can do to help, just let us know.”

  “Help who?” Colt dropped the wood, grabbed a branch and added it to the fire.

  “Red. She's on a voyage of self-discovery. I told her we're here for her.”

  Colt crouched in the glow of the fire, poking it with a stick. The fire roared up briefly, then settled back. I caught the smile on his face, and was eternally grateful for the darkness around us, and that if either of them noticed my blush, they'd think it was a rosy glow from the fire, or the fire of the bourbon. Both of them had already gone a long way to helping me do whatever it was I'd come here to do.

  “I don't want to pry, but there must have been something that prompted this weekend away. Care to share?”

  I took another sip of bourbon. It was kind of growing on me, the warmth sliding through my body. The last little bit of shyness melted away. There was no reason not to tell these guys the reasons I was here; chances were pretty good I'd never see them after this weekend. Might as well get the truth out there, get it out of my system.

  “A couple of months ago my boyfriend...my fiancé, actually, cheated on me. He'd started dating my college roommate...” I took another shot of liquid courage. “He wanted an open relationship; I wanted nothing to do with him.”

  “So you took to the wilderness to clear your head?” Colt nodded. “Sounds like a good plan. Hard to think when you're surrounded by reminders of the guy.”

  “Exactly.” I waved my arm, intending to point at Colt, but managed only to slosh a bit of bourbon on the ground. Jericho reached up, gently taking the cup out of my hand.

  “Maybe you've had enough for now.”

  “Oh...sorry. I've never been good at holding my liquor.” The warmth in me was making the world a little fuzzy around the edges. It was a pleasant fuzziness. “And I had some wine before...”

  Jericho laughed, a nice sound. I could get used to that sound. “It's okay. You just do what you need to. We'll watch out for the big bad wolf, make sure you're safe while you sort out your life.”

  “Oh, hey...that reminds me. Did you guys see a wolf today? A big black wolf...don't know if it was bad...” I reached behind the log, digging in my pack for my phone. “Here...I took pictures.” I flipped open the phone, scrolling to the shots of the wolf on the path. I leaned forward and held it out so the guys could see it.

  “See?” I flipped through the photos. The first one was clear. The rest wouldn't win me any awards. “He sat when I asked him to, but I didn't get a picture of that. I thought he might have been the ranger's dog, but the guy said...”

  I got the feeling no one was listening to me. I glanced at Colt, then to Jericho. Neither were looking at me or the phone. They were looking at each other, and the look they exchanged was one I couldn't miss, even in my happy state. Something was wrong, very wrong.

  “You did see it, right?” I slumped on the log, then slid down onto the ground between Jericho and Colt. “I think the ranger thought I was crazy.”

  “Ranger?”
Jericho's voice had an edge to it. “What ranger?”

  Colt coughed, then turned away as he fumbled for...something. “Yeah, Jericho, there was a ranger...” His voice was muffled.

  I turned to Colt. “Were you on the path ahead of me? You must have been, if you saw him, and then showed up at the springs when you did. Or did you say you came from the other way?” Wine, bourbon, and the afterglow of sex had muddled my recollection of what he'd said when we first met.

  “Yeah, I saw the wolf.” Colt sat up, absently poking the fire. “I saw the ranger.”

  Jericho tensed beside me, leaning forward to look past me at Colt. “Were you going to tell me? Or just wait till he showed up here? What the hell were you thinking? Or you weren't thinking, were you?”

  I sat perfectly still between the two of them, confused, the fuzzy feeling fading. The air was charged with tension, everything changing. I wasn't exactly scared, but I was no long drifting in a comforting haze of alcohol and sex.

  “What did I say? Did I say something wrong?”

  The tension held for a moment, then shifted. Whatever was going on between them, they'd let it go, at least a little. Jericho finally stood up, making a point of stretching, even though I knew he was far from relaxed.

  “You're fine, Red. This is between Colt and me. Nothing to do with you.”

  “You're not going to fight or anything, are you?”

  Jericho moved around the fire, heading for the trees. “No. Just guys being guys. No fighting. I'm going for more firewood.”

  I relaxed bit by bit. Maybe in my muddled state I'd misunderstood whatever had just happened.

  “So, you did see the wolf? Big, black...blue eyes...” I looked into Colt's blue eyes, at his dark hair. It had dried now, and it curled around his shoulders. In the light of the fire it looked tipped with deep red. But in the sun...Would it be tipped with silver?