She hadn’t understood at first, and when she asked
Roy
about it, his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. She’d never seen him so excited. He’d explained how rare it was in humans and that it happened more often in the animal world.
She regretted telling him anything because he kept bugging her to talk Sable into coming to the city for an examination. He said she could help infertile women just by undergoing a few tests. She knew her brothers would never allow it. She didn’t even mention it to them.
Jude and Jonas were obsessive when it came to protecting Sable and their sons. They rarely let their little family out of their sight. She thought they were neurotic. If she were Sable, she’d feel smothered, but in some weird way, it all worked for them. She’d never seen three people so in love and so passionate with each other. Watching them together made her jealous as hell. She wanted that for herself. Well, maybe not two men. Just one who made her panties wet would be fine.
She didn’t have those kinds of feelings for
Roy
. She cared about him, but she wasn’t head over heels. Maybe she just loved the idea of having a husband and children. God knew, she heard her biological clock ticking, and she wanted a man and a family of her own before she got too old to enjoy them.
Roy
might not be her soul mate, but he would provide her with a safe and secure future. If she let him go and then never found love, she could end up alone for the rest of her life. It wasn’t a pretty picture. Was there really such a thing as a soul mate? She should stop fantasizing like some teenager and thank her lucky stars for
Roy
.
“Come on, Janis. Drink up and let’s get out of here.”
She chugged the rest of her champagne and let
Roy
lead her to the cloakroom.
* * * *
Janis tried to ignore her neighbors’ wild, headboard-banging sex, but every thud made their connecting wall vibrate. She listened to the grunts and groans as long as she could stand it, then she grabbed the alarm clock from her night table and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and slid down to the floor. Not that it would bother the couple on the other side of the wall. They were far too involved in their own pleasure to give a shit about anyone else.
She shouldn’t be this frustrated. She’d had a man in her bed for the better part of two hours.
Roy
had come twice before leaving, whispering something about a lab experiment at the FIRM.
Next door, her neighbor screamed in ecstasy. It didn’t seem to bother
Roy
that she never screamed like that. Despite his determined thrusting, she always had to fake her climax. Did he really accept her faked orgasms as real? Someone who knew so much about a woman’s anatomy should be able to recognize a real orgasm.
She never complained, too afraid to find out that he really didn’t care about her pleasure. And for sure he’d blame it on her. Tell her she was frigid. She felt like crying. According to the magazines, she should be having multiple orgasms. She couldn’t even manage one unless she used her vibrator.
The hell started up again. Next door the headboard thumped a violent, steady rhythm against the wall. The bedsprings creaked, and the moans were louder than ever. No doubt, she’d have to listen to them fuck all night.
She imagined the hot couple, Brad and Angie lookalikes, screwing like Mr. and Mrs. Smith. The pictures in her head excited her more than sex with
Roy
.
Her breasts ached, and her nipples hardened to tight little points. She slid one hand over her belly to her pussy, already wet and swollen and crying out to be touched. Her finger drew slow circles around her clit. It felt good, but not good enough.
Feeling wicked and wanton, she reached for
her trusty rabbit. The ultimate pleasure toy cost seventy-five dollars and was worth every penny.
By now she was soaked, and her vagina swallowed the length of the dildo easily. She teased the rabbit in and out of its hole, while the little ears hummed and vibrated against her clit.
She’d used it so many times she knew the exact position of every button. One touch set the substitute penis rotating.
Her heart rate rose as electric currents gathered and spread. Soon the familiar spasms of her inner walls signaled an approaching orgasm. She didn’t want it to end, but there was no stopping it. It was as useless as trying to breathe under water. At some point you had to come up for air. Her legs tensed, her hips bucked, and her inner muscles contracted as if she were trying to milk the cum from a lover’s cock.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
She came down from her high and realized how quiet it had become. At least now she could get some sleep.
Chapter Two
With each determined thrust, the musky scent of sex grew stronger in the small room. A light sheen of sweat covered Noah’s upper torso. Long strands of damp black hair clung to his neck and forehead.
Beneath him, Ayala shuddered breathlessly, her body moist and slick against his from their exertions. She tightened her legs around his waist and pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts. As he looked down at her, she let out a breathy hum, and her eyes fluttered shut.
Guilt overwhelmed him. Their kind didn’t tire easily, but they felt frustration keenly, and he’d kept her on the edge of a climax over and over again. This time he would let her have her release. Just because he couldn’t spill his seed didn’t mean he had to torture her.
He lowered his head and used the tip of his tongue to tug at her silver nipple ring. Her eyes flew open and darkened with passion. He took her entire areola in his mouth and played with the ring while he suckled her. Ayala shifted and arched beneath him. Her hands tightened in his hair, and her moans of appreciation grew louder as she urged him on.
“Come with me, Noah,” she groaned. Her sweat-soaked body shuddered under his, and he felt her orgasm boil up. Her cunt, hot and tight, embraced his cock in a series of hard contractions.
A sense of being watched came over Noah, and he increased his speed, wanting to perform his duty as well as please the passionate she-wolf. He gave free rein to his imagination and created an elaborate scene in his head. Images of Wade stirred his libido. He imagined Wade’s muscular legs resting on his shoulders, pumping into his lover’s—
Ayala came with a high-pitched cry that broke his reverie. Any chance of having his own orgasm disappeared. Still, he allowed himself a moment of pride in his performance. Just because he preferred men didn’t mean he couldn’t satisfy a woman.
When her spasms quieted, her legs released his waist, and she looked up at him with a guilty little smile. “Noah, I—”
He pinched her arm and jerked his head to the side, catching a glimpse of black leather from the corner of his eye. When he rolled off her body, she sat up immediately, bowing her head in submission.
Noah swung his long legs over the side of the bed and acknowledged Alexander with a nod. “Alpha.”
Alex approached, exuding the animal magnetism that always made Noah’s breath catch in his throat. His leather pants sat low on his hips, and his gauzy white shirt hung open, revealing a hard chest furred with dark hair that trailed enticingly beneath his waistband.
Alex stood next to the bed, so close his leg touched Noah’s. He looked down at Ayala. “Did Noah take good care of you, Ayala?”
“Yes, Alpha,” she whispered.
Alex raised an eyebrow, his lip curled in a sneer. “I think not, Ayala. What kind of she-wolf are you that you can’t get your man to spill his seed inside your cunt?”
Noah saw her lip quiver before she hung her head, letting her long black hair hide her face like a curtain.
“It’s not her fault, Alpha,” he said quietly.
Alex turned to him. “Yes. It is. She doesn’t know how to please you.” He ran a hand through Noah’s hair, and Noah shivered under his touch. Alex laughed and stroked his hair again. “Go to your room, Ayala. You’re of no use here.”
Trembling, Ayala got off the bed and gave Alex a wide berth as she left the room.
“I’m not her man, Alex.”
“I know whose man you are.”
Noah winced at the obvious reference to Wade, the wolf who’d replaced Alex as his lover. “Then why do you keep throwing her at me, Alex?” No one else in the compound would dare call their Alpha by name or question his authority. But he and Alex had a long history together, and when they were alone, Alex permitted him certain liberties.
“We need whelps, Noah. I don’t care that you prefer Wade.” He frowned then caressed Noah’s cheek with his knuckles. “But a union with Wade will not produce a child.”
“Neither will a union with Ayala. We’ve mated many times, and she has yet to conceive.”
“Forget Ayala. She’s useless. I have an important task for you. One that will conclude with a successful mating.”
Noah sighed. Who would Alex pair him with next?
“This one is not for you, Noah. I merely require you to bring her home.”
Noah cocked his head, all ears. The ancient cliff dwellings they’d refurbished in
New Mexico
had been home for more than fifteen years. The setting was far different from the Pine Barrens of New Jersey, where he’d spent his childhood. Nevertheless, he’d come to love their homes, built into the canyon walls using adobe bricks and timbers.
Alex took a photograph from his pocket and handed it to Noah. A woman with long dark hair that wafted in the wind like streamers posed smiling against a forest background.
Noah handed the picture back and shook his head. “Who is she?”
“The mother of my pups.”
Noah’s jaw dropped. She looked like their women, but that meant nothing. Few of their females had come through the massacre alive. The Gods knew they had been searching for survivors all these years. Noah could count on one hand those that had been found, yet their Alpha refused to merge their race with the humans. Alex declared he would castrate himself before bedding a human female.
Noah ran a hand through his damp hair. “So you’ve changed your mind about raising hybrids?”
Alex curled his lip in a snarl. “Of course not. I won’t taint our bloodline with half-breeds. This woman is one of ours.”
“How can you be sure? There are so few of us left.” Noah understood Alex’s feelings, even if he didn’t always agree with his methods. He shared the Alpha’s distrust of humans. He knew all too well what Alex had lost. What they’d all lost.
Their Gods may have chosen the Sacred Lands in the Southeast for their home but when Kweo, the wolf, bedded a human female and created their people, the Lycans fled to the
Pine Barrens
. Or so the legend said. Much of their history had been lost.
His people lived in peace. When humans settled in the Barrens, the Lycans chose to hide their true identities. They raised their own food and home-schooled their children. But some of the youngsters grew restless and longed to see what lay outside their community. A few left and lived among the humans, lost to the Lycan community forever.
Fifteen years ago, one of their women had married a human. Her parents accepted the man and put their trust in him. When the marriage failed, he betrayed them and came back with others to kill their people and burn their homes.
Forest
fires were common in the Barrens, and humans didn’t cry over dead wolves. No one suspected the true reason for the desolation. The perpetrators kept their silence, most likely afraid of retaliation by any survivors.
And there had been survivors. A small group of shell-shocked youngsters had gotten away, Noah among them. Alex being the oldest, they had all looked to him for leadership. One day he’d celebrated his twenty-first birthday with a wife and child. The next he was a young man leading a group of younger men and a few females halfway across the country. Alex chose
New Mexico
, hoping their Gods would protect them from further persecution.
Noah was eighteen and became second to Alex. They shared everything, even their bodies, taking comfort in each other during those dark days. Noah fell in love with him, but Alex had sealed off part of himself and didn’t allow emotion to affect him or his decisions.
Noah wanted more. He became closer to Wade, who was a year younger, and totally besotted with him. Wade fulfilled his emotional needs and gave him the love that Alex denied him. When the younger man turned eighteen, their emotional connection turned sexual. He’d been afraid to tell Alex, but of course, there was no hiding it. Each left their scent on the other making it obvious to the Alpha that they’d been lovers.
He’d hoped Alex would accept Wade into their sexual union, but the Alpha turned away and ended their physical relationship. He and Wade had been together ever since. He loved Wade, but he still had strong feelings for Alex. Most days he could put them aside, but sometimes they overwhelmed him.