Sexy Beast III. Morgan Hawke
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and dragged a choppy “Ah” from his lips. Then she curled her fingers in the dark hair covering his chest and continued her slow rise and fall along his silky cock.
She wondered what she felt like to him, how it was to have his cock squeezed into a space made much tighter by their growing child. As she let herself wonder, suddenly she knew. Anton opened his thoughts, brought her into his with a facility that never ceased to amaze her. Brilliant, mentally more powerful than any other Chanku, Anton shared the sensations as he experienced them in a link of scintillating clarity.
Not only was she hotter, tighter, and wetter than usual, her inner muscles seemed to ripple with a new purpose. She clasped him in slick, wet silk, binding him inside her, holding him so that he struggled not to tip over the edge.
She wanted to tip. Hell, she wanted to fly, wanted that lightness of being only Anton could give her. Faster, deeper, Keisha rode him almost to orgasm, sliding up and down his smooth shaft as sensation built upon sensation, as even Anton’s eyes took on that glazed, pre-orgasmic glow.
He turned loose of her hips, slipped a thumb beneath her swollen belly and found her clit. The bud was slippery with her juices, more receptive now to his touch. He stroked her, matching the sweep of his thumb to her quickening pace, but it was the flat of his hand, his palm pressed against her belly while he stroked her, that brought a strangled cry to Keisha’s lips, a surge of electricity from deep inside her body, and the sweet, all-consuming rush of orgasm.
Anton came with her, though she sensed his struggle for control all the way through to the last spasm of his cock. There was no lunging thrust at the end, no endless penetration.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close against his chest. Kissed her sweat-tangled hair and nuzzled the soft swell of her ponderous breasts. Moments later, once their breathing slowed, he nuzzled her ear. “I hate to change the subject, my love, but the plane leaves at ten in the morning.” He leaned over and licked the sharp point of her nipple. “I hope you and Xandi know what you’re doing.”
Keisha kissed him long and hard. When she came up for air, Anton looked a bit shell-shocked. Good. It was nice to know she hadn’t lost her touch. “If you can make me come like that without setting off any contractions, a little flight to San Francisco will be a snap.”
“If you say so,” he answered, but there was no smile behind his words.
Tala rested, stretched out half-asleep in the back seat of the rented SUV. She always felt so keyed up during a job, but now she knew she could finally relax. All was as it should be—they’d rescued the child and both her men were safe. AJ was at his usual place behind the wheel with Mik riding shotgun.
It was still hard, sometimes, to realize how her life had changed since she’d first stowed away in the back of their car so many months ago, since she’d first learned of her Chanku heritage and the amazing abilities her genetics made possible. From streetwalker to private detective was one hell of a leap.
Tala still wasn’t sure exactly who Pack Dynamics answered to, whether they were a government agency or merely took jobs no one else could handle. She only knew to follow orders, get her assignment done safely, and high-tail it back to San Francisco for another job.
She absolutely loved every minute.
Of course, she hadn’t minded her life as a whore all that much, though her pimp had been a jerk. At least she’d had steady work doing what she loved. Thank goodness Mik and AJ understood her over-the-top libido.
They had the same problem…if you could call it a problem. Tala hoped they’d find a place soon to stop for the night. Damn, but she was so horny after a job, and there was something special about sex in a motel room with these two.
It always reminded her of their very first time.
Watching AJ and Mik make love to each other, joining them for the most amazing sexual experience of her life, linking with two men in a mental communion unlike anything she’d ever imagined…damn. Tala’s pussy clenched and suddenly creamed with the memory. Mik turned and glanced over the seat in her direction. She watched him surreptitiously through the thick fall of hair covering her eyes. His nostrils flared. He raised an eyebrow, grinned broadly, then nudged AJ. “Time to find a motel for the night. I think someone’s getting impatient.”
“Works for me. Let’s look for something rural, though. I need to stretch my legs.” AJ nodded in Tala’s direction. “Then I think we both need to stretch something else.”
She pretended to sleep. Obviously the guys knew she was awake. And aroused. They scented her arousal the moment her juices quickened. Damned wolves…damned, wonderful creatures. Tala’s fingers stole beneath the elastic band on her shorts and slipped between her legs. No reason to suffer while AJ hunted for a room. At least this would help the time pass more quickly.
Within an hour they’d found a motel deep in the woods, unloaded the car, and slipped out into the darkness, headed for a deep stretch of forest bordering the small motel. “It’s like walking into another world, isn’t it?” Tala felt a need to whisper as she followed Mik’s silent footsteps deeper into the woods. Trees towered overhead and night sounds created their own song.
It is another world. It’s our world. AJ slipped out of his clothing and stuffed everything into a small sack he’d carried with him. He pushed it under a thick tangle of brambles and waited: a naked, dark-haired god of the night.
Tala’s heart pounded as she did the same. Would she ever get used to this, to the mystery of turning herself from woman to wolf, from small-town girl to the alpha bitch for two incredibly sexy males?
Mik touched her shoulder. She craned her neck to look up at him, and caught her breath against the swell of desire coursing from his body to hers. Broad shouldered and bronze skinned, with black hair falling straight and thick to his waist, Mik carried himself like a chieftain of some ancient civilization, as powerful, as mesmerizing, as either human or wolf.
Ready?
There was no need to answer his silent query. Tala merely shifted, making the change from woman to wolf in less than a heartbeat. She hit the ground running with the other two right behind her.
It was after two before they dragged back to the motel room, showered, and crawled into bed. Tala wrapped a towel around her long hair and quietly shut off the light in the bathroom so she wouldn’t wake the guys. Her silence wasn’t at all necessary.
She paused in the doorway and watched her two men on the big bed, memories of her first night with Mik and AJ flooding her mind. They’d rescued her without realizing it when she’d hidden in their car to escape her angry pimp. Badly beaten and traumatized from a gang rape, she’d wanted nothing more than a hiding place, a dark cave to hide in.
She’d found herself with AJ and Mik. Once they’d realized her predicament, they’d done everything possible to protect her, even before they’d known she was Chanku. But that very first night, waking up in her lonely bed next to Mik and AJ, she’d watched the two of them making love. It had been a revelation for her. Two men fucking each other right before her eyes wasn’t unusual, considering her occupation, but this had been so much more than that. They’d made love to one another, and their tenderness had dragged her in, had caught her in their silken net.
Just as it now caught her once again. AJ lay on his back, his ankles looped over Mik’s broad shoulders. Mik knelt between his thighs, pumping his big cock slowly in and out of AJ’s ass. Mik’s head was thrown back and his black hair swayed like a slow-motion metronome across his butt with each deep thrust. His eyes were closed, his mouth set in a tight grimace that only hinted at the level of his arousal.
AJ’s fingers had fisted in the blankets on either side of his hips. His cock curved up and over so that the tip rested against his belly. His balls cushioned the top of Mik’s sizeable erection on each penetrating thrust.
It was the lonely look of AJ’s cock, the plum-sized head weeping a single white tear at the end, that drew Tala into the room. She stood beside the bed, licked