Wild (50 page)

For Malec sex was all about the pleasure. That's all he could afford to allow in his life that otherwise had been filled with such dismal disappointment. For Channing, the ménage held a different meaning entirely.

Sure, he had his own dark history, but nothing that had compared to Malec's. Channing had been blessed with great parents, even if they were only humans. His lycan parents had decided from the start that they didn't want him. And Channing had accepted that. He didn't need to be where he wasn't wanted or with those who didn't want him. The Verdis had wanted and loved him—for that he would be forever grateful. And his life with them had been good, except for the vicious bullying that began during the summer before ninth grade. Channing had stood his ground against Zane Hendricks, as best as a scrawny fifteen-year-old could against a sixteen-year-old weighing in at no less than 180 at that time. And when that sixteen-year-old brought the three members of his clique along to show “the good boy” as they'd called Channing because he'd rather volunteer at the local rec center than run around town vandalizing old buildings and vehicles, Channing had still stood tall and was ready to face them.

They'd kicked his ass. He'd been in bed for days, including his birthday. The night that changed Channing's life.

He'd experienced his first shift then. He'd become a lycan. And four weeks later he'd slashed Zane Hendricks's throat. Nobody knew but Channing, and the knowledge had served with the same effect as those energy drinks Malec liked to down. Channing wasn't a powerless nobody whose parents didn't want him. He was a lycan, strong and deadly. And he loved it.

Sharing in a ménage gave him that same powerful feeling. To know that a woman was receiving double the pleasure, was taking the wildest sexual ride of her life because he was there helping to give her everything she desired, was a tremendous power trip for him. And no, he didn't show it. He wasn't an alpha, and he wasn't the buff and vicious lycan. He was the quiet and compassionate one, the lycan with power brimming just close enough to the edge to be even more dangerous than the others.

He loved that about himself and instinctively wanted Caroline to see that side of him too.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he said, because he was the one who talked to the women.

He was the one who took care of them and made sure they were safe and satisfied throughout the entire experience.

Caroline did as he said, slowly, intently, turning her head directly toward him as if she'd expected Channing to be the one standing there all along. Warmth spread throughout his chest in that moment, and he licked his lips.

“Come here,” were his next words. “Put your pretty lips right here.”

There was a moment of hesitation. A few seconds when Caroline's head turned in the other direction. Looking for Malec, no doubt. He was there too, still stroking his cock, giving her a nod in Channing's direction as if in answer to her unspoken question.

And then she moved. Coming up on her knees she crawled toward him. Channing's cock throbbed in anticipation as he stepped closer, until his knees bumped against the side of the bed. With one last long stroke he offered his cock to her, and Caroline, precious beauty that she was, parted her lips and took him in.

 

CHAPTER 9

She was divine.

Each stroke inside her hot, wet pussy was like a step closer to heaven, and Malec wanted to run, not walk, to get to the glorious finish line.

As if the sight of her ass—with that pretty little jeweled plug protruding like the welcome surprise inside a delicious piece of candy—weren't enough, watching her lips wrap around Channing's cock was about to make him explode, dripping his come all over the rounded globes of her ass. She'd crawled across that bed like a cat heading for her prey, taking Channing in one slow gulp all the way to the hilt. Channing sucked in a breath, burying his hands in her hair, and held her head perfectly still.

Malec climbed up onto the bed then, his sights now on his own pot of gold. Touching both palms to her ass he let out a low growl. She was soft and pliant, and he pulled back a hand to smack one globe, watching it bounce as his mouth watered. She'd jumped at the contact, then let her back cave so that she was pressing her ass out farther to him, sucking Channing even harder as she moaned over his cock.

Malec smacked her ass in the same spot again, his dick throbbing as he watched her this time. Then he went to the other side, giving that cheek its own attention, loving the curve of her back and the roundness of her ass. He cupped those cheeks again, spreading them apart and leaned in to kiss the glistening-white gem plug. She pressed back against him, and Malec growled again. Tongue extended he licked down between her legs, lapping up the thick rivulets of cream he'd seen dripping there only moments before.

He'd already had a taste of her, and as he'd walked down the hallway to Channing's room her flavor had stayed on his tongue, keeping his dick hard and his mind focused. Now he pressed two fingers deep inside her, milking her even more. He could hear Channing's moans, hear the slurp and suck motions of her mouth over his cock, and Malec felt even more aroused. She was enjoying Channing's dick as much as she would enjoy his when he slipped his length inside of her. But not just yet because he loved seeing her take pleasure.

She was so beautiful as she did, her hair a wild halo around her face, eyes half-closed. Her body glowed with the desire, every curve and incline of her figure moving in a sensual rhythm. The sight of her masturbating in the center of his bed would never be taken from his mind.

He gorged on her, squeezing her ass cheeks, lifting her slightly so that she was like a meal for him to enjoy. A full-course meal, complete with a dessert that left him completely satisfied. He licked and pumped his fingers in and out of her, and she began pumping back. Malec took those pumps, wanting even more of what he knew she had to give.

It took all the strength he had to pull his fingers from the warm, tight flesh, but he did, coming up to his knees so he could position his dick at her entrance.

Damn, that plug looked so good, he was tempted to pull it free, to take her there instead, but he knew he needed to wait. She needed to be primed just right for that moment. So he guided his shaft down lower, stroking the tip over her plump and wet vulva lips until she hungrily sucked him inside.

The sound of Channing's dick popping from her mouth and her whispering, “Oh yes,” echoed in Malec's mind as his dick was clutched so tight and so sweetly into her pussy. He moved slowly at first, giving her one inch at a time, letting his head fall back, eyes closed with the flush of pleasure moving through his own body.

“Yes!” she yelled again, and Malec gave her more of his thick, long cock.

“Give it all to her,” he heard Channing say. “She's hungry for it. She's hungry for it all.”

Malec looked up then, saw Channing's gaze had grown darker, his hand stroking along Caroline's cheek as she looked back at Malec. The tip of Channing's dick was still rubbing along her lips, but she was watching Malec, waiting for him to give her more.

He did.

Thrusting fast and hard until he was buried deep inside her, his nails digging into the flesh of her ass.

She screamed, opening her mouth wide, and Channing slipped his dick easily inside once more. Her cheeks hollowed immediately as she began sucking Channing, tossing her ass back at Malec at the same time. Malec moved, pounding in and out of her in an attempt to ease the sudden quickening of his heartbeat. His muscles tensed, his balls so tight he knew he was going to explode any minute now.

Her pussy was so tight and so wet, his dick slipped easily in and out, his groin slapping loudly against the fleshy vibrations of her ass. He held her hips as he worked her faster, harder. Channing held her hair, pumping her mouth the way Malec was pumping her pussy. It was euphoric, he thought for a moment, them together, as they always were. This was what he needed, what he'd craved from the moment he met her. He'd known this second would come, when both he and Channing would enjoy her. In the morning, hell, in a few moments Malec was going to feel exhilarated. He was going to be relaxed and focused and able to get on with his life. He wasn't going to think of her again. Wasn't going to wonder if it was smart to take a human, or to want her, to feel the need to …

Channing groaned, and Malec knew he was about to find his release. He watched as Caroline continued to suck him, licking her tongue around the tip of his cock before taking him deep inside again. When the first spurt of his semen broke free, she turned slightly, letting it splash against her cheek. Then she looked back at Malec, her tongue stroking the length of Channing's cock as he continued to come down her face.

Malec held her gaze. Her dark brown eyes boring into him as if she were trying to tell him something. Malec gritted his teeth. He grabbed her ass even tighter, thrusting harder, loving the feel of his own release straining against his balls, stiffening his back.

He should look away. Close his eyes. Enjoy the moment the way he always did. But he could not.

Malec continued to watch her, loved the sight of her tongue on Channing's cock, loved even more that she hadn't taken his come in her mouth. His temples throbbed at that thought, at the way she blinked slowly, pressing her ass back matching the quick rhythm of his pumps.

“Now,” she whispered. “Now.”

And just like that his come shot into her in thick jets. Her thighs stiffened, and she trembled, her eyes closing slightly as she moaned with her own release. Malec pumped harder, grabbed her ass tighter. He clenched his teeth and resisted the urge to throw his head back and growl as he emptied himself inside her.

It seemed like it lasted forever. And then, not long enough. When his hips finally stopped moving, Malec slipped that pretty plug from her rear, dropping it onto the bed. His dick was still nestled inside her now-dripping warmth, and he desperately wanted to speak. He wanted to say something, to ask her what the hell she'd been thinking. Why had she watched him? Why had she told him when it was okay to come? Why had she held her release until he was inside her?

The questions played like a litany over and over in his mind, until he could do nothing else but pull out of her and turn away. He had to get his hands off her, his dick out of her. The room—his room—where he usually felt solace, was too small. There wasn't enough air, his lungs tightened, breath coming in one painful cough. And then he walked out. He didn't think, and he didn't pause. He just left without looking back.

*   *   *

“He hates this,” she said as if just realizing that fact.

Caroline moved off the bed, immediately reaching for the clothes she'd been wearing before, when she felt a hand to her shoulder.

“He needs this,” Channing said quietly. “We both do.”

She stood then, clutching the clothes against her chest, not in a way to cover herself, but just because she didn't know what else to do with her hands, or the thoughts flitting through her mind.

“Let me take care of you,” he said after a few more moments of silence. He attempted to take the clothes from her.

She shook her head. “No. I can do it myself.”

“You're used to doing everything yourself, aren't you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

He was still handsome as hell. Those eyes still caring and warm as he watched her. That was different, she thought. Different from any look she'd ever seen on any of the clients Max had finished with, or the two men Caroline had allowed into her life. Both Channing and Malec were different from anyone she'd ever met.

“Let me guess,” she said, her voice holding more edge than she'd intended. “You have to do this. It's your part of the deal. You're the caregiver, and he's … he's the what? The dominant?”

Channing smiled. A slow slanting of his lips that had his eyes twinkling. Caroline clenched those clothes against her tighter, resisting the urge to run her fingers through his brown hair that looked so soft. Or to guide her hand along the line of his jaw and the beard that lay there.

“He has a great soaker tub,” he said, nodding toward the other side of the room. “It has jets that'll soothe your muscles. You'll like it, and you'll sleep better afterward.”

She shook her head, biting her lip against the overwhelming rush of conflicting feelings inside. “I don't know that I'll sleep at all in here … after that.” She sighed. “Will he come back?”

Channing hesitated only a moment. “Yeah, he will. He just needs a moment to get his thoughts together. He always needs a moment.”

“Alone? He needs the ménage, but then he needs to be alone. I don't understand,” she admitted.

“I know you don't,” Channing told her. “Let's take a bath.”

Caroline let him lead her into the bathroom. It was bright with the porcelain tile on the floors and the walls of the shower, and the huge shower stall with glass doors. The tub was in a far corner, and Channing moved quickly to turn the water on. He was still naked, his body long and lean. He had a great ass, but then, she knew that from the way his jeans fit him. There was a confidence in the way he moved, an “I know I look good” that didn't come across as arrogant or conceited. Just a fact.

“Why do you do it?” she asked him. “Why don't you want a woman of your own, to have to yourself?”

He never paused. Coming to a stand he moved to a long, slim closet door. Opening it, he pulled out two plush gray towels and a bottle of bodywash. He set them down on a metal bench on the side wall near the tub, then went to the vanity, reached into the bottom drawer, and pulled out two loofa sponges. He put those on the lip of the tub and then came to stand in front of her.

“It gives me great pleasure and power. I like the feeling of knowing that I was a part of a woman's pleasure. A half of the most intense orgasm she's ever received. It sounds vainer than it is,” he said.