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If wolves could laugh, Deacon knew he’d be howling with joy. It was unbelievable, a dream, a fantasy come true. All those nights when he’d awakened with the scent of the forest in his nostrils and vague memories of racing along dark trails with the sounds of critters scampering out of his way…all those memories were real! They were happening, here and now.

The cold wind chilled his nose but didn’t touch his skin, protected as he was by his amazingly thick gray pelt. His feet…no, paws. Damn, he had huge paws, and they gripped the hard-packed ground while his powerful leg muscles propelled him forward.

The injured leg didn’t ache at all. There was no sense of weakness, no pain, nothing to take away from the glory of this first run. He’d been so jealous when the others had gone out and left him home alone. He knew they’d felt guilty about it, even though his fall was no one’s fault but his own.

Tonight made up for all those nights past. It made up for everything. For life on the streets from the time he was a young teen, to the uncounted times he’d sold his body in order to make enough money to eat, to the cold days wandering the streets and the colder nights huddled in a dark alley or run-down shelter, praying to survive until dawn.

This was beyond cool, running as part of such a powerful pack, as part of a family. At dinner tonight, Anton had welcomed them. He’d said they were all family. He’d looked right at Deacon when he’d said that, like he was personally assuring him he was included, too.

Damn, what a rush that had been. That feeling of family, especially with such amazing people. All of them smart and beautiful and loving. If he’d had the chance to choose a family, he couldn’t have come up with anything better than Mik, AJ, and Tala, and the people he’d met today.

The trail was narrow here, and they ran in single file through groves of huge trees and thick stands of bushes. Such beautiful, strong bodies, and his was one of them. Deacon leapt over a huge fallen log and he must have cleared it by at least a foot! His front paws touched down lightly, his hind legs bunched under him and he practically flew through the forest. Usually he felt like such a shit, so tall and gangly without a lick of coordination. This body, though…This body could do almost anything.

Then it hit him like a punch to the gut. This body was going home to Jazzy Blue tonight. Jazzy and that long, lean, dark and gorgeous body of hers, all to himself. As much as he loved sex with Logan, he’d never once been alone with a woman like Jazzy. Never dreamed he’d have the chance.

Tonight. Tonight he had more than a chance. He already had Jazzy’s promise. Jaws agape, ears forward, Deacon ran like he’d never run before.

They killed an elk, a huge beast they found in one of the upper meadows, but a dozen wolves made short work of the animal. Logan prowled on the fringes with the other males, snarling and growling while the females fed first.

Tiny little Tala had been the one to actually bring the animal down. She’d circled around and surprised it, fearlessly charging in, avoiding the slashing hooves and locking her jaws around its throat. Keisha and Xandi went after hamstrings and Eve and Jazzy leapt on the animal’s back, latching on to haunch and shoulder with their powerful jaws. The elk was already dying when it hit the ground.

A clean kill from what Logan could tell. It made his blood run hot. The females aggressively defended their meal while the males circled, snarling, occasionally snapping at one another.

Anton was the one who instructed them, who explained that theirs was a truly matriarchal society, that the females usually led in the hunt and the kill was theirs, to share as they saw fit. He held them back when Logan would have rushed in, anxious for his first taste of the freshly downed elk.

His human mind saw his behavior for what it was, a bloodlust brought on by the thrill of the hunt, the successful kill, the smell of warm blood. His animal side understood only that meat was hot and fresh, blood flowed and the scent of death meant a full belly.

Once the females let them feed.

Eventually all of them ate, leaving little more than scattered bones and strips of hide. They cleaned their muzzles, rubbing their faces in the dried grass and drinking from a nearby stream, rolled in the frosty grass and slowly broke away, each wolf to go off in his or her own direction.

Keisha, Xandi, and Eve, Adam’s mate, headed back to the house together. Anton and Stefan chose to run farther into the woods, while Tala, Mik, and AJ headed in to get a good night’s sleep. They were going back to San Francisco in the morning, without their three young Chanku.

Jazzy nuzzled behind Logan’s ear and nipped the thick ruff of his neck. Deacon and I are going back to the house. I love you.

I love you, too. You looked magnificent, going after the elk. He lowered his head and butted her chest. I got hot, just watching you.

Save it for Adam.

Her mental laughter filled his heart and soul, and then she was gone. Deacon trailed along behind her. He turned and glanced over his shoulder at Logan. Then he trotted into the brush right on Jazzy’s heels.

Logan watched them leave with mixed feelings, expecting jealousy, finding none. He loved them both. He felt relief that Jazzy wouldn’t be alone tonight, that she’d have someone with her who would protect her, watch over her…make love to her.

An owl hooted. He realized he stood alone in the meadow.

Alone except for Adam.

Are you okay with Jazzy going home with him? Adam’s muzzle rested on Logan’s shoulder. I hadn’t thought about the fact you were newly mated.

It’s okay. I guess I’m surprised that I don’t feel jealous. I love both of them. He shook his head in a very unwolflike manner. It’s all new to me, my changing attitudes and feelings about sex. Having sex with a guy is new to me.

A lot of us were bisexual before we became Chanku. It’s that overwhelming sex drive we were all born with.

I wasn’t. I mean, the drive was there, overwhelming at times, but I never even thought of sex with another man. There were always enough women. Logan turned and gazed into Adam’s amber eyes. Mik was my first experience with a guy. Then Deacon, but it’s all still new. Scary, in a way. It’s so intense, being with another man. Getting into his head. Tonight, with you…This is my first time alone with a man.

Thank you for telling me. Quiet laughter flowed into Logan’s mind. I promise to be gentle. C’mon. Let’s go back to Oliver and Mei’s cottage. They’re staying at the big house. Eve’s staying with Keisha and Xandi tonight and we’ll have the cottage to ourselves. Adam turned away and trotted back along the trail they’d come in on.

Logan watched him for a moment, and then he followed. His body was already tight with arousal. It took everything he had to control the desire to stop Adam here, in the deep woods. Stop him and fuck him now, without the long run back to the cottage.

A question slithered into his mind—was this really about the knowledge Adam could give him?

Or was he lying to himself? Was it Adam Wolf he wanted? And was Adam’s knowledge merely the excuse Logan needed?

Deacon couldn’t think of anything at all to say, so he followed Jazzy in silence all the way back to the house. The night was cold and clear and the stars so bright they looked almost fake, hanging like silver ornaments in the midnight sky.

He hardly saw them. His entire focus was the she-wolf leading him through the forest. Her scent drew him onward, her lean body, the tilt of her ears, the way her tail moved with each step she took. He ignored the night sounds, the myriad scents, the life surrounding them in the deep woods.

There was only Jazzy. Only the wolf mattered.

They trotted out of the forest and crossed the meadow to the back deck. There were a few lights on in the house, but at first he sensed neither sound nor movement. He wondered if the others had gone to sleep.

Concentrating on Jazzy as she trotted up the stairs and headed toward the open back door, Deacon slowly picked out other sounds with senses much sharper than he’d had before. Women’s laughter came from the end of the house where Anton and Stefan had their rooms and he recognized Mei, Keisha, Xandi, and Eve. A man’s voice broke in…Oliver. Deacon would have laughed if he’d been human. So the guy with the new set of balls was in bed with four women? It seemed only fair.

Jazzy slipped through the door and shifted as soon as she was inside. Deacon followed her and suddenly he was a man again before he’d even thought to worry whether or not he could do it right.

Someone had cleaned up the remnants of his cast. It felt so good to walk without pain.

“C’mon. I need a shower.” Jazzy grabbed his hand and tugged him down the hallway to their rooms. He started to head for his own room, but she pulled him into the one she shared with Logan.

“He won’t be back for hours. Shower with me, okay? I know this is your first run, but aren’t you hornier than you’ve ever been in your life? I can’t believe how shifting makes me go so crazy.”

She stood there, holding on to his hand and smiling at him, and he thought his heart would pound right out of his chest. Like an absolute dolt, he nodded in agreement and let her tug him toward the shower. He must look like a total idiot, but Jazzy had taken charge and Deacon wasn’t about to say no to anything she suggested.

And she was right about being horny. Everything about him felt extra sensitive. Just walking turned him on, the way his cock bobbed against his belly with each step he took. The slight contact when his balls brushed against his thighs sent shivers along his spine.

Jazzy flipped on the water and he followed her into the shower. She was tall, but he still towered over her. He’d always felt so damned awkward with legs and arms too long, hands and feet too big and a cock so huge it scared most women.

Now the damned thing was even bigger than usual, swollen and hard, standing high and hot. His balls ached. If she so much as touched him, he’d lose it.

“Wow, Deac…” Jazzy brushed his dick with her fingertips. His whole body jerked. He moaned and flattened his hands against the shower walls.

“If you want me to last, Jazzy, you better not…”

She grinned up at him and rolled her thumb over the smooth surface of his glans. One finger slipped beneath the edge of foreskin caught just behind the head. He groaned and rolled his hips forward.

“Doesn’t matter. If you come, you’ll be hard again in less than a minute. I guarantee it. Just watch.”

She slipped to her knees with the hot water beating down on them both and slipped his cock between her full lips. That hot, wet mouth, stroking tongue, and scrape of teeth hit him like a hammer to the crotch.

He cursed and grabbed at the slick tile walls for support. She sucked harder and her tongue snaked along the full length of his shaft. She cupped his sac in her palm and one long finger pressed against his asshole. Without any warning, his hips jerked, his balls tucked up tight between his legs and he blasted hot jizz down her throat.

Moaning, Deacon bent double, curling himself over Jazzy’s kneeling body. She kept sucking and tonguing him and his cock kept shooting for the longest time. His legs felt like rubber and it was hard to catch his breath. Finally, she turned him loose and backed away, grinning. “See? Now watch what happens.”

“Watch it? Shit, Jazzy. I can hardly stand up, much less see straight.” But he glanced down anyway, too embarrassed to look her in the eye. He’d been dreaming about sex with Jazzy and now he’d already shot his load and…

“What’d I tell you?” Jazzy stood up, but she brushed her palm over his growing erection. “All ready to play again, and not nearly so impatient.”

Impossible. Or not…The stinging spray calmed him down a bit, but he couldn’t take his eyes off his suddenly rejuvenated cock. Finally he got it together enough that he rinsed his tangled hair and soaped his pits, but he kept glancing down to make sure the thing was still hard. Jazzy’s hair was all white and frothy with shampoo. She smelled like vanilla and her dark body glistened. He wanted to touch her, but he didn’t know if she’d let him or not.

So far, this was all Jazzy’s show. He figured she’d been doing just fine. They got clean and rinsed beneath the spray without too much more body contact. Even though he’d already come once, washing his crotch was pretty dicey. He reached for a towel hung over the shower door, but Jazzy suddenly threw her arms around him. Her wet body slid against his and he hugged her tight to keep from falling, but it was like hugging a wet seal.

A very sexy wet seal with full breasts and a soft belly and lips to die for.

“Do you want me, Deac?” Jazzy’s mouth was sucking on the soft skin between his neck and his shoulder, and she rolled her pelvis against him. The soft thatch of hair between her legs brushed over the underside of his cock.

“Oh, shit, Jazzy. Are you kidding?”

She laughed and her mouth and tongue slid wetly down his chest. She sucked on his left nipple and then bit down—not too hard but enough to make it sting. His cock twitched. He groaned and fought his body’s reaction. The need was all-consuming, the powerful, gut-wrenching need to shove his cock inside her, to take her here in the shower, up against the wall and drive into her as hard as he could, as fast as he could. But she was Logan’s mate and he didn’t know the rules, so he fought it.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Jazzy? God, you’re killin’ me here.” He arched his back and pressed his chest against her mouth, silently begging for her teeth, her hands, her lips.

“Don’t fight it. Take me hard. Now. Right here in the shower with the water making us both all slick and slippery. Do it up against the wall. Just shove it in as deep and hard as you can. I want it now, Deacon. Want it like that.”

“Shit. How’d you…?”

“You’re broadcasting, Deacon. I hear you…And I like what I hear. Can you do it? Is your leg strong enough to hold me?”

“Shit, yes.” He groaned and kissed her, sucking her full lips between his, biting and feasting on her mouth. She twisted her hips and pressed her thighs against his. Her hand slipped between them and caressed his swollen cock, fingers encircled him and squeezed. Then she broke their kiss long enough to aim his hard cock between her legs, between the silky, swollen lips guarding her pussy.

A black haze filled his vision. Deacon felt the hot touch of her outer lips, the slick inner walls, and he thrust forward and up, so hard he lifted her feet off the tile.

Laughing, Jazzy wrapped her long legs around his hips and her arms went around his neck. Deacon braced her against the tile wall of the shower. The spray beat down on his back and buttocks and he plunged in and out like a wild man. He’d never have the balls to do this with Logan nearby, but now, just him and Jazzy…Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit it was so damned good and she was already coming, already climaxing, her pussy rippling around his dick, pulling him in deeper, harder.

Her back arched and she pressed harder against him, her thighs squeezed the breath out of him. Her arms were like bands of steel, holding him close. She sucked him all the way inside, like his huge size didn’t matter at all to her. He was in so deep she ground her pussy lips against his root and he felt the hard knot that had to be her womb pressed against his tip.

He’d never felt anything like this, never been completely buried in a woman, not like this. Tonight he was invincible, unstoppable.

Harder, faster, he pounded into her. The heat was boiling up from his balls, racing the length of his cock and Jazzy screamed! Damn, she screamed and bit his shoulder, latching on so hard he felt the skin break and he roared like some fucking wild beast. Roared and exploded, his cock blowing seed deep inside Jazzy, spurt after spurt while her muscles rippled and clenched, squeezing him so hard it hurt, squeezing every last drop and wringing him dry.

Her heels separated against his back and he felt them slowly slide down along his legs. It was all he could do to hold his own weight upright, much less Jazzy’s. Somehow, though, he managed to keep from stumbling until she was standing in front of him, her arms still looped around his neck, her tongue caressing the place on his shoulder where she’d bitten through the skin.

“You’re bleeding,” she said, pressing her body close. “I’m really sorry.”

“S’okay.” He nuzzled her wet hair, reached behind her and turned off the water. “Damn. That was…”

“Amazing? Mind-boggling?” Jazzy laughed. “Shit, Deacon, where’d that come from? I didn’t know you had it in you. You were like a wild man.”

“Did I hurt you? Fuck, Jazzy, I’m really sor—”

She pressed her finger to his lips. “Are you kidding? I loved it. Logan would love it. Getting that cast off your leg really turned you loose!”

“You really didn’t mind?” He grabbed a towel and rubbed her dark hair, then ran it along her body, between her legs.

“Absolutely not.” She arched and groaned.

“Good.” He stood up and ran the towel over himself, then he picked Jazzy up and threw her over his shoulder. “Because I want to do it again.”

“Again?” She actually squeaked.

“Yep, Jazzy. Again. And maybe again after that.” He carried her across the room and tossed her on the bed. His cock had already recovered, if it had even gone down. No matter. He’d never felt so powerful, so sure of himself.

The night was young and so was he.

And Jazzy was his—right now, for this moment in time. All his with Logan’s full consent and permission. With any luck, Logan might show up before he was totally wiped out, and then he’d have both of them. Maybe he’d even call the shots this time. He looked down at Jazzy and grinned. Then he palmed his cock and stroked the full, fat length of it. It felt so damned good, he did it again, running his hand slowly up and down until it grew to fit his grasp, swelling hard and solid in his hand. Jazzy reached for him. Her eyes glowed with need. Need for him.

It just didn’t get any better…