The Lion, the Leopard and the Wolf (10 page)

“It wouldn’t be safe for you to be involved while we’re in Were form. You may not turn completely this moon, and even if you do, you’ll be the last to turn. Until then, you’ll be too fragile. We might accidently kill you, and neither Trent nor I will risk that.”

Mac’s impatience grew as she paced the cabin. Frustrated by the circumstances, she practically growled, “Okay, I’ve got the picture now. And I think I have an idea. Where did Trent go?”

“He’s probably hunting.”

“We need him here so we can make a decision. Will you go after him? Bring him back. My mind’s made up. Nothing’s changed. I’ve made my decision.”

Aaron started to argue, but without much enthusiasm. “I want you, Mac. I can’t risk hurting you or Trent.”

“I can’t help you with this decision. It’s your sacrifice to make. Know this. When the time comes, I will be part of the ceremony. The rest is up to you and Trent. I trust my life with both of you.”

“I’ll find Trent.”

“Don’t look so grim. I have an idea. We’ll practice. We need to desensitize you. Both of you. I’m sure this isn’t a comfortable situation for Trent either.”

“What are you talking about? Desensitize?”

“Repeated exposure to the feared situation overcomes the fearful response. Get Trent back here. We only have two days to get you two comfortable with each others’ bodies.” Mac smiled. “When I fell skiing a few years back, I went through therapy to get me back on the slopes. I’m still tenuous, but I can get on a slope and ski again. It gets easier every time.”

“So, are we decided?” Mac looked at the two friends and saw how difficult this was for them. She let out a sigh of relief when they each nodded. Strangely, Aaron, who had the most at stake nodded first. Trent wouldn’t look at him, and his regular bad temper seemed worse than ever.

“Look, Trent, we’re supposed to make love. Love. Come here and kiss me. You need an attitude adjustment.”

He almost laughed. His lips twitched as he rose to her challenge. “Who’s going to give it to me, little kitty? You?”

She purred and dropped her gaze to his lap. “I’m just the one who’s going to suck your dick dry and start all over again, you big bad wolf.”

His mouth devoured hers as he slammed her body against his. After a moment of breathless tongue tangling, she lifted her head for air. “I love your dirty little mouth,” Trent said.

Aaron watched while she manipulated Trent. Then she started on him with that come-hither look he couldn’t resist. He stepped up behind her and turned her to him, taking his turn, driving his tongue into her mouth. Trent kissed her neck, their arms entwined as they held her.

“Take off my clothes,” she commanded.

Trent visibly stilled. His muscles tensed at her order. “Why did we even put them on in the first place if we’re only going to take them off?”

“For practice. Touching practice.”

Aaron laughed and began with her pants, reaching beneath the shirt and undoing them. Trent reached slowly for the buttons on the long button-up shirt she wore. It was one of Aaron’s. He recognized the scent of his friend mingled with hers. He kissed his way down her body with each button, as Aaron lifted the shirt and kissed his way down her back beneath the shirt. He ran his lips over each hip as he inched the pants lower and lower.

She stopped Trent when he tried to take the shirt from her shoulders. “Leave it for now. I want to see your muscular chest.”

The growl didn’t stop her. She reached for Trent’s top button and undid it. “Aaron, you next.”

He reached for his own shirt. “No.” She stopped his hand. “Trent, you do it.”

Trent’s eyes grew dark, his expression dangerous. Mac swore she heard a rumble from both men, but Trent reached over and mechanically undid the first button of Aaron’s shirt.

Mac undid the second and sinuously rubbed her body over Aaron’s before kissing his lips, running her tongue over the seam and whipping her tongue inside his mouth.

She turned her attention back to Trent, ran her hand over his shirted chest, and marveled as his male nipples pebbled. She undid another button. “Now, Aaron, you finish Trent’s shirt.”

She inhaled her own female scent filling the small room, arousing both men already, without her added striptease. She cupped a breast and ran a hand over her distended nipple, giving them both a good show.

“Excellent job, Aaron.” She glancedat Trent’s chest and ran her tongue over her lips. Trent shuddered. She kissed him. “That’s your reward for allowing Aaron to unbutton your shirt. Now, let him take it off your shoulders.” She gave him that “guess what you’ll get for that” look. “Aaron, do it slowly. Make sure you run your hands over his thick, muscled biceps as you slide it down his arms.”

Aaron stepped behind Trent and lowered the shirt from his shoulders. Both men tensed. “There now, relax, doesn’t that feel good, Trent?” Mac attempted to weave magic with her voice, slinking around the men, whispering suggestions. “Aaron, feel how hard Trent is. Isn’t his skin amazing?” Her fingers caressed both men. “So smooth over those defined ridges? So hot beneath your fingertips. So much power waiting to snap.”

Mac stepped in front of Trent and rubbed her breasts across his bare chest as Aaron ran the backs of his fingertips over Trent’s naked shoulders. She licked Trent’s chest. He trembled but didn’t breathe. Mac smelled Aaron’s scent wrap around them, mingling with hers and Trent’s.

“Now, Trent, do the same with Aaron’s shirt. I want to suckle his tight little nipples.” Aaron shuddered. She didn’t know if her words or the idea aroused him.

“Aaron, talk to us. Tell us what it feels like having Trent’s hands on you.”

“I can’t do that.” He shrugged Trent’s hands off him.

Mac put Trent’s hands back on him. “Tell me. Hearing you say it turns me on. Trent’s hands must feel so different on you than mine do. Not horrible, just different.”

“Hmp, yeah. They’re big and rough...”

“... and firm?”

“Yeah, firm and hot.”

“His hands feel hot against your skin. Savor his touch.” She kissed his tight male nipple.

“God, Mac, you’re killing me. I’m drowning in your scent and your lips feel so good.”

“That’s right. Keep it up. Tell us what you like, what you want.”

Her tongue licked his chest and she nibbled his sensitive nipples while Trent’s hands rubbed his belly. He groaned.

She demanded, “Tell me!”

“I want to drop my head back...”

“...on Trent’s massive chest, while I have my way with you?”

“Yes. My cock is straining hard against my zipper. His hands and your mouth roaming my body like this feels too good.”

He straightened up.

“What? And you were doing so well for a minute.” Mac stopped. “Look, relax. You both agreed to try this.”

“Whatever. We tried.” Trent snapped.

“No, you haven’t. Now both of you are going to have to let go. Touch each other. You know what feels good to your body, do it to your friend’s.”

“I thought we’d work up to that,” Aaron protested.

“We are. Now get serious,” she ordered. “Trent, you’re going to have to be a little more approachable.”

“What? I let him touch me.”

“I heard the growl.”

“I’m trying not to growl. I’m really trying. This is...hard. Aaron, I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how this is going to be for you, buddy.”

There, that was the crux. Mac knew Trent hated hurting his friend, and as long as Aaron didn’t want this, there was no way Trent would do it. She let out her breath and waited.

“I want her, Trent. But if it means the end of one of us, I’d rather it be this way. I have to have her, no matter what.” Aaron turned to Trent and looked him straight in the eyes. “If it means I have to submit to you to have her and keep you both safe, I will. Only... I don’t want this to fuck up our friendship.”

Trent shook his head and cleared his throat. “Not a problem.”

“It isn’t like you haven’t been the dominant male in our relationship. I’ve always had to fight to stay above water with you.”

With that being said, Mac knew they’d proceed with their plan. She asked, “Are you okay with this, Trent? Aaron’s got the most at stake, and he’s willing to go along with this. You’re sure, Aaron?”

He nodded, yet a frown furrowed his brows. “I can be submissive, I only hope my cat will accept you, or we’re both dead men.”

“Let’s get his cat used to your touch as well as your scent.” Mac tried to lighten the moment and smiled when she noticed the gleam in Trent’s eyes.

“Yeah, okay, Mac.” He winked at her and tossed his head at Aaron. “Hey, buddy, I respect the sacrifice you’re making so we can all be together. Don’t worry about our friendship. Nothing can fuck that up.” He cracked a smile, a rare thing on his face, and let out a low deep chuckle. “I
promise
I’ll still respect you in the morning.”

Aaron grabbed him around the neck, and they wrestled to the floor. Mac heard Trent’s laughter, and Aaron’s coarse obscenities.

“Do you give?” Aaron demanded.

“Yeah, yeah, I give. Now come over here so I can kiss you.”

“Shit, Trent!” Both men chuckled. The tussle broke the tension between them. “God, how drunk will I have to get to kiss your ugly mug?”

“Come here, boys. I’m so itchy.” Mac’s low seductive request had both men snapping to attention. She saw the evidence jump in their pants. She parted the shirt she still wore and asked, “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Please assume the positions we were in before you so rudely interrupted my fun. You know I’ve never gotten to be the one in charge before.” Her feline smile made Aaron chuckle, and Trent shook his head.

“Go ahead and think whatever you want, babe. Everyone knows who’s really in charge.” Trent had her backed up to the wall with her hair in his hands and his mouth on her neck before he got to the end of the sentence. She winked at Aaron, who stepped up behind Trent and finished running his hands over his friend’s buff body. Mac felt the tension bunch up in Trent’s muscles, and then relax as he allowed Aaron to stroke his shoulders and back. Trent’s hands never released her breasts as he pressed her harder against the wall and kissed a swollen nipple.

She whispered to him, “Touch Aaron. He needs to become familiar with your touch. I’ll help.” She gently pushed Trent away and stepped in front of Aaron, turning him into Trent’s chest. “I’ve got his shirt. You undo his pants.”

Trent looked skeptical and hesitated, then reached around Aaron’s waist for his button. Aaron tensed as Trent’s hands casually brushed against his erect cock through his pants. Mac ran her hand down his chest and over his hips. She cupped Aaron’s balls, lifting them. “Trent, take him in your hand. Stroke him like you want to be stroked. Aaron, watch while his hands are on you, pleasuring you.”

Mac and Aaron both watched Trent slide his large hand around Aaron’s bulging cock. It immediately filled, growing larger in his hand. He stroked firmly up and over Aaron’s crown, using his thumb to tease the sensitive tip. Aaron groaned, leaning back against Trent’s chest, and held on to Trent’s hips. While Trent pumped Aaron’s cock, Mac dropped to her knees and licked the precum from the tip. Trent cupped Aaron’s balls while he gripped his cock, directing it into Mac’s hungry mouth.

Aaron slid his cock down Mac’s throat while Trent kneaded the muscles of his ass. Then Trent slipped his fingers between Aaron’s firm tight cheeks, searching for the sensitive spot behind his balls. When he found it, he massaged his way back to the puckering entrance, slowly rimming it and then gently penetrating first with one broad finger, then two.

Mac licked Aaron’s cock in one long stroke and sat back to watch Trent pump Aaron’s cock with one hand and fondle his balls with the other. Aaron’s eyes closed, his cock expanded, and his breathing resounded like a freight train.

Watching the men’s action from her position on the floor made her desperate. She spread her legs and said, “Aaron, I need your big thick cock pounding inside me, now.” She put both hands between her legs and spread her folds so the men could see how wet and juicy her entrance was. Her pink lips glistened, fat and swollen with her moisture, and the erotic scent wafted into the air spurring her to a heightened arousal.

Aaron settled between her thighs and followed her to the floor, pushed her fingers aside and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He licked her soft, wet folds. Then he rose up on his knees, bent over her and penetrated her with his fingers. He teased her until she thrashed and begged. “Aaron, I need your cock in me, pounding into m—Ah!” Before she finished her sentence, she gasped as his fully engorged cock pushed deep into her tight, hot folds until his balls slammed against her ass.

“Aaron! Unless you want me up your ass right now, you better flip her over and give me access before I explode.”

Aaron paused and looked over his shoulder at Trent. His snarl said, “Try it.” But he rolled over onto his back taking Mac with him. She straddled him and coyly asked, “Trent, did you have something in mind?”

“Grr...” Trent stalked up to Mac. When he reached her, he nipped her shoulder and kissed his way to her ear. “I want to be inside you. No, make that, ‘I need to be inside you, more than I need to breathe.’”

“Well, okay then, you sweet talker, you.” She turned her head into his and nipped his lips. “Oh my. There’s a romantic side to my wolf after all.” He kissed her breathless.

“Will I ruin everything if I do this?” He bent Mac down over Aaron’s chest. He spread Aaron’s legs farther apart, raising his knees. Aaron’s cock was still buried deep within her as she straddled his hips. Positioning himself behind her, Trent crouched between Aaron’s legs and sniffed. He licked, starting with Aaron’s scrotum, then moved his tongue to the accessible part of her pussy. She and Aaron both sighed and leaned into his mouth as his tongue flicked over their sensitive skin. He returned to the valley between her cheeks and ran his tongue back down the seam to her puckering little hole and tested it for pliability with his fingers.

His large bulbous head pushed at her tiny rear entrance. “Do you want this?” he asked.

“I want you inside me again, this time with Aaron.” She moved a little side to side and relaxed her muscles to allow him greater access.