4: Jack - In The Pack Page 4

  I asked, “Are you finger fucking yourself right in front of me?” Honestly, I couldn’t believe it.

  She kept doing it, watching me--correction, looking at my cock--the whole time.

  “Honey, you don’t have to do it that way. Not while I’m in the room.” I advanced toward her with the sudden urge to drop to my knees and return a little of her earlier favor. But before I could get to her, she started moaning, and I knew she’d found what she’d been reaching for.

  “Fuck,” I reached for her. Like putty in my hands, she melted to me, let me reach down between her legs to feel the wetness. “You are one hot--”

  Her eyes flashed, and she finished it for me. “Bitch. Go ahead, say it.” Her dare had me staring her down, fighting my self-control.

  I turned inward for some humor, anything to help me through the tumbling emotions going through me. What was directing this afternoon? That shake? Some damned drug? I’d never had gratuitous sex before, and certainly never gone several times without a woman finding pleasure beneath me. I drew myself up, felt my fingers slide free of her feminine folds, through her curls, to lay wetly across her abdomen. I told her, “I would have liked to pleasure you, ya know.”

  Pressing my forehead to hers, I said, “You do shit for a man’s ego when you fuck yourself when his cock’s dying to do it for you.”

  “I thought men liked to watch women do that.” She breathed the words so softly that it did something to my chest.

  I groaned and closed my eyes. I felt myself, my bare cock nudging at her thigh, pointed straight into her skin, rubbing, leaking, seeking to lubricate its way toward the fount where her juices flowed.

  She promised me, “I could come again.”

  That made me chuckle. She must’ve had a shake, too. That’s all I could think. Sense of humor. Sorry. I didn’t think I was that fucking sexy.

  “Tell me how to do it for you.” I planted a little kiss at the corner of her lips.

  Giselle turned her back to me, and wiggled her ass and hips, rubbing herself against my front. Bending over the furniture, she said, “Please, slide it in.”

  “Like this?” I put my hands on her waist, just above the curve of her hips, and probed her crack. The wetness of my cock went unerringly to her asshole, pressed there for a minute, and I leaned over her back, catching my breath.

  She would have let me enter her there, I think, because she waited for my next move. Tucking my lips to her ear, I asked, “Like that?”

  Giselle moaned, butted up against me. I pulled her hair with a gentle tug, so she’d feel a little thrill in the dominating pose I had on her. I forced her to turn her head, so I could press my lips to hers.

  I contemplated butt-fucking her. I mean, I was sure she would go for it. The teasing torture of the time I considered it, I think, heightened the desire in both of us.

  “Look at me.” My command accompanied a twist of her hair. Nothing painful.

  She blinked. Her eyes flashed and she asked, “Ever want to hold a bitch down and fuck her from behind?”

  Call her a she-devil. Temptation in stilettos. I know I was still under the effects of the shake at that moment, because I took her prod and gave it back to her. “Hell yeah.” I didn’t even think. I put pressure to the back of her neck, forcing her over the back of the chair.

  Now, she could have told me to stop at any point. I wasn’t that far gone. But I was deep in the fantasy that she was allowing me. I bent my knees, came up underneath her, sliding my dick in, and fucked her like that, with both hands ending up near her shoulders, helping me get a better thrust, pushing moans from her with every stroke. Moans that heightened my sexual pleasure.

  I asked, “How do you like this?”

  Deeper, I went. Harder, I made my strokes. And when I neared my own edge, I held the position, leaned over her, put my lips to her ear again, and said, “I’m not coming ‘til you do.”

  Yeah, it was sweet torture.

  Through gritted teeth, she asked, “How many times do you want me to come?”

  That forced a little laugh from me. “What do you mean?”

  She rolled her eyes, informing me, “It’s running down my legs, I’ve come so many times.”

  I reached down between us, felt the evidence, and asked, “What the fuck?”

  “Those damn shakes.”

  “How long before they wear off?”

  “I don’t know, but please...fuck me some more. I’m not done yet.”

  Well, holy shit. I wasn’t either.

  Repeated orgasms followed. She begged for more...for hours.

  And, at one point, I had her on her knees on the rug, asking, “You sure about this?”

  “Oh. My. Gaia,” she exclaimed.

  I didn’t know what that meant, exactly. Something like, oh my God? But she followed it up with, “Just put it in.”

  So, I fucked her in the ass. I never asked for it. And, in truth, had never done that before. But we’d gotten to a point where we were just looking for any new position we could think of.

  She was working her way through the whole Kama Sutra manual, I think. But what did I know? I was just fucking my brains out.

  After that, I collapsed on her back, still in her, saying, “God help me. I’ll be raw if we keep this up.”

  I don’t know when Hood came in. Honestly, he could have been there for ages, we’d been so...into each other.

  But there I was, naked, on top of Giselle who was also naked by then, and still inside her--God knows when we’d lost our clothes. And suddenly, I feel someone on top of me.

  Hood’s lips were at my ear, asking, “Tell me you don’t appreciate my shake now.”

  Chapter Two

  I couldn’t move. I was sandwiched between my fantasy bitch whore and Dr. Jekyll. I didn’t want to consider whether he was dressed or not. I tried not to realize that. I also didn’t want to consider if I was about to get butt fucked myself. But it did run through my mind.

  He could have done it. He had me down. I was naked, weak. My dick was inside Giselle. It wasn’t like I could just roll and fight.

  Through gritted teeth, I said slowly, “The shake has its merits.”

  Hood laughed in my ear, and said, “I thought you’d see it that way, once you had time to think it over.”

  “I can’t sell it to the public.” Morals to the fore, God knows how. I mean, I hadn’t been thinking of any morals all afternoon.

  “Why not?” He shifted, ever so slightly.

  I closed my eyes, pressed my mouth into Giselle’s shoulder. She wasn’t moving. Asleep? Afraid to move? Finally satiated? I couldn’t believe that. Not when I was still jonesing. I could feel my cock stirring again, and I thought, fucking holy shit, is this ever gonna wear off?

  Her butt squeezed. The cheeks tightened right up. I felt her inner muscles flexing. I wanted to laugh. If she was trying to warn me, I wasn’t getting it. All I was getting was the urge to pump again. I couldn’t help it. I did. Just three strokes, that’s all it took.

  Then, I felt the pressure behind me let up. With a thrusting motion, I pulled out of Giselle’s ass, but damn if I wasn’t still hard. The fucking thing slid right into her fully lubricated vagina.

  Hood had to feel the shift. His voice hardened. He repeated his question. “Did you hear me? Why not?” Apparently, he knew that his formula caused a little trouble with thinking clearly, focusing.

  “Because the world would fuck its brains out. When is this shit gonna wear off?”

  I tried to turn my head, but he was holding me down. This may sound unbelievable, but I swear he was smelling me. He had a hand to my head, his fingers splayed so I couldn’t turn my neck. One finger was over my eye, so I kept that closed, but I fought the pressure a little.

  He said, “Please don’t fight it.”

  “I’m not fighting anything.”

  I couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. Giselle was using her amazing inner muscles to stroke me to another, quick-coming climax. Surely he co
uld feel my own ass as it tightened up, working my dick into her. I mean, I was trying not to move, but you can’t help that when you’re getting drawn to the cliff. Ya know?

  “Yes, you are.”

  I knew he was getting aroused, and irritated over it. I don’t think even the most heterosexual guy could be in that position and not think of the possibilities, or be intrigued by the urge, the wholly natural urge to put your cock into a tight hole. Sandwich sex is every man’s fantasy. But you don’t get any tighter than my ass was at that moment.

  Thank God Hood wasn’t a homosexual. He could have raped me then, and I wouldn’t have had a thing to say about it. It was obvious that he was stronger than me, because I couldn’t move with the way he had me pinned. It’s like...having a fully controlled Al Pacino monkey on your back. You know the silence can’t be good. The tension builds. You wait for the explosion.

  Poor Giselle. I didn’t even think about how she felt, under the two of us.

  Obviously not too bad, though, because she was still working the orgasm cycle.

  She started bucking beneath me, and I knew she’d come again. And that made me come, with the convulsions I felt going off inside her. And, I think, that must’ve had put Hood over the edge, too.

  Not that I have any doubts about what he had in mind when he entered the room.

  He sank his teeth into me just as I started to squirt my jism into Giselle. I yelled at the pain, but--fuck if it didn’t make me pump harder.

  Now, there’s two things you have to understand here. Hood didn’t just bite me with ordinary teeth. He put his fangs into me.

  Yes. It’s insane.

  But he’s a werewolf.

  You don’t believe in that shit? Well, neither did I.

  The second thing you should know is that when a werewolf bites you, there’s intense pain, muscle spasms because they sink right through to nerves. They secrete something, venom, genetic material, saliva as potent as any other fluid on earth probably, into your body.

  And to a werewolf, that act is as intense as an orgasm. Another form of orgasm, actually. And they fucking hang onto it, knowing that you’ll fight it, which builds up their predator-on-prey psyche, which makes it all the better for them.

  Now, when they get on you like that, you’re pretty much dead. They’ll bite and hold you down until they finally have to rip their locking jaws loose, which, of course, is usually a horrific muscle tear for a person to take. It usually induces such traumatic shock that the victim dies. In fact, they usually have a short binging feast after the orgasm. A little bloodlust thrown in.

  Because, you know that wolves are meat eaters. Blood-lapping dogs. And the scent of fresh blood makes them wild.

  All I can say is...it’s probably a good thing I had no clue what was happening to me. The pain from his teeth shot through me. I arched, allowing the last of my juice to flow into Giselle, and couldn’t move. Paralyzed.

  That doesn’t always happen. Hood just happened to snap into me in the meat of my back, right near my spine.

  It was Giselle who said, “Don’t move.”

  Like I could have if I’d wanted to. The thought made me almost want to laugh, but it hurt too damn much.

  She warned, “He’ll shred you if you so much as--”

  I cut her off. “I can’t.” I gritted it out. Apparently, the only thing I could move was my jaw.

  Now, here’s a surprise. Giselle crooned a little to Hood. I don’t really know what those noises were, but they came from down inside her torso, made no sense. I never heard anything like it before.

  I felt him trying to relax.

  I thought, fuck, I’m paralyzed. What the hell did he do?

  The pain dissipated fairly quickly. That venom has some painkilling properties, I think. But that’s not proven. From what I hear, most people don’t live long enough to get to that part.

  So, I go limp. Effects of the venom working its way. I don’t know what they call it. DNA substance, something like that. They try to make it sound clinical.

  It’s their freaking monster serum, if you ask me.

  Turns normal people into werewolves.

  I know, bullshit. I thought so too. I still think it’s bullshit.

  Hood, somehow, pried his teeth loose without ripping me wide open. There’s a testament to the willpower of the man. Giselle said he ate before I came, was eating when I arrived, for just that purpose.

  I felt him lick the wound. I knew he was looking it over.

  There was no way in hell I was moving. Not that I could. His hand on my head eased up. I saw...claws, hairy appendages with long, viciously sharp looking nails.

  I may have wet up inside of Giselle. That fucking scared the shit out of me. In fact, it sounds awful, but I’m damn sure I did. Warmth trickled between us. Could’ve been the overflowing juices I’d let out inside her. Hood tensed again, and I felt him sniffing, listening.

  She sighed and buried her head in the carpet, and we all held the position for God knows how long, before Hood finally climbed off me altogether. I felt him over me, watching, waiting.

  He told me later that he had an urge to urinate on me.

  His property.

  I thanked God that I hadn’t been raped.

  Giselle said, “Relax.”

  I thought I was relaxed. I mean, I couldn’t move for shit. That had to be relaxed, right?

  “Want me to get him off of you?” Hood asked tightly.

  She chuckled. “No. Now that you’re off, I’m fine.”

  He grunted though, and I felt his hands--not claws--reach under me, grabbing by the chest. Before he lifted he said, “Better suck up that dick, buddy boy. I’m gonna pluck ya free.”

  And he did, by God. Real slow and easy.

  There was no feeling of embarrassment for being naked, caught as we were, or for being limp in his arms. I remember that clearly. I think the bite venom negated the shake. He put me in a chair, and tossed my clothes into my lap a minute later. He also tossed Giselle hers.

  Climbing up from the floor, to her knees, snatching the items as he threw them at her she blew the hair out of her eyes and looked up at him. God, she was sexy. She asked, “Did you watch the whole damn thing?”

  He grinned. “What do you think?”

  “You’re a son of a bitch.” But the way her tongue moved inside her cheek told me she was pleased. “Why didn’t you join us sooner?”

  He glanced my way, considered my stupor. I hadn’t made one move to get dressed. “Your boy’s a little tuckered out. I think that was about all he could handle.”

  “He does have stamina.” She let go of her things and crawled over to me. Putting a hand over mine, which lay limply in my lap, she said, “You all right, Jack?”

  I managed a nod. But hell no, I wasn’t all right. I had rubbed myself raw, literally. And I’d been bitten by something that I couldn’t begin to understand, and in my veins, I could feel something coursing.