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“I don’t like it one bit. What’s a few more days?” Anton practically growled at her. If he’d been in wolf form, Keisha knew his hackles would be up. Obviously, their explosive lovemaking right after the shooting hadn’t had the impact on Anton she’d hoped for.

Standing face to face with her lover in their large bedroom, Keisha held her ground and glared at Anton. Her shoulder hurt and she had one hell of a headache, but she was not giving in on this. “It’s the difference between doing my job right and not. You of all people should understand that.”

Anton sighed and pulled her gently into his arms. “I do, sweetheart. I really do. I don’t have to like it, though.”

She went willingly, her anger evaporating as quickly as his. “You said your meetings in Boston will be over by Friday. You can join me this weekend. It’ll give me time to get my work done without a lot of, um, distractions, okay?”

“But I love distracting you. I’ll worry. It’s dangerous for you. Stefan suspects Burns might be behind the poachers.”

“Then it’s probably safer in San Francisco than here.” She leaned back in his embrace and smirked. “I’ve never been shot at in San Francisco. Kidnapped, assaulted, but never shot.”

Anton shook his head, obviously unhappy. She rarely made reference to her deadly attack and wished she could take back the words said half in jest. Now wasn’t the time to remind Anton of what she’d barely survived just a few short months ago.

Keisha rubbed her bandaged shoulder, then closed the gap between them and brushed her lips over Anton’s. “The dedication’s scheduled for the first Sunday in June. With travel, that gives me less than a week…not a lot of time for me to make sure everything is ready. This is important to me, Anton. I have to go. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“I know.” He leaned close, his lips softly brushing hers.

She tilted her hips forward, pressing her pubic bone against his growing erection, at the same time sending out a silent call to Xandi and Stefan.

This would be the last night for all of them to spend together for more than a week. If nothing else, she knew sex with her packmates was a sure cure for the headache that lingered.

Anton smiled against her mouth. He’d obviously caught her signal to the others. She knew nothing pleased him more than when she initiated a night of pleasure for the four of them.

Unless of course, it was just the two of them, perfectly in sync.

Last night, after her attack, after the sheriff and his deputies had hauled off their captives and Keisha’s injured shoulder had been properly cleaned and bandaged, after she and Anton had made love, they’d all shared the same bed. There’d been no sex among them then, merely loving, supportive bodies holding her close, helping her heal.

Tonight, Keisha wanted more.

Anton’s hands were roughly kneading her taut buttocks when Stefan slipped into the room and wrapped his arms around both Keisha and Anton. “Xandi’s on a grocery run. She’ll join us later.”

Keisha turned to Stefan and kissed him. “Hmmmm. Poor girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Stefan’s tongue found the seam between her full lips. Practically purring with the sensual promise in his kiss, she welcomed him inside. Her mouth moved with his as Anton’s lips found the sensitive spot below her ear. Stefan’s hands worked the buttons on her blouse, Anton’s released the snap and zipper on her jeans.

As if they’d rehearsed each move, the men stripped her clothes from her body, following each item of clothing with wet, openmouthed kisses and sharp little nips of their teeth.

At the same time, Anton and Stefan shed their own clothing, helping one another until all of them were nude. Sandwiched between two hot, male bodies, Keisha gave herself up to pleasure.

Not so long ago, the very fact that two men touched her, tasted her, loved her, would have sent her over the edge into mindless panic, dredging forth horrible memories of the night she was brutally raped by three men. Now, she reveled in not only the sensual touch, but her own healing. There was nothing she feared from these men she loved and trusted.

Nothing she wasn’t willing, even eager to try.

Stefan swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. Anton took her from Stefan and settled her on the cool sheets, on her back with her legs spread wide, bent at the knees. Both men knelt beside her. Keisha closed her eyes and, moving her injured shoulder carefully, reached over her head to grab the headboard railing. She knew her silent acquiescence would set them free to take her however they wished.

She wanted whatever they offered. It wasn’t often Keisha got both men all to herself.

Mouths, hot and greedy, found her breasts, suckled her nipples hard and deep, tongued the sensitive peaks, nipped at the turgid flesh.

She cried out, aware of each man, how different, how similar their touch, their scent. Fingers stroked her hips, her thighs, teasing close to her center, then moving away. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, both men’s fingers came together in the nest of curls between her legs.

The suction on her breasts grew stronger, the long fingers trailing between her legs crept deeper. Moaning, Keisha arched her back, begging silently for penetration. One hand circled her left buttock and she recognized Stefan’s touch. The other slipped between her swollen labia as Anton teased the creamy opening to her pussy.

Together, both hands moved between her legs, two fingers slipped into her wet heat, twisting and turning deep inside her. Then only one remained, stroking very slowly, in and out. She felt the rough pad of Anton’s thumb against her clitoris, the damp tip of Stefan’s forefinger pressing gently against her anus.

Anton slipped two more fingers inside her just as Stefan breached her ass and pressed deep. His finger slipped easily in and out, easing the taut ring of muscle. She felt him insert a second finger, then a third. Still, there was no pain, nothing other than a sense of pressure, of building excitement.

She knew the men could feel each other through the thin wall of flesh, wondered if they would carry this further, something they’d never done without Xandi present.

Anton’s thumb made wet circles around her clit, his fingers penetrated her dripping pussy, and his mouth suckled her nipple so hard he narrowly skirted the barrier between pleasure and pain. Stefan tightened his lips around her just as hard, then let her sensitive nipple slip loose, tugging it gently with his teeth before releasing her.

His fingers, however, continued their relentless, rhythmic penetration, stretching her sphincter muscle, preparing her. Keisha arched her back, lifting her buttocks off the bed. Her stomach muscles rippled with the steady thrusts from both her lovers, with the hot suction from Anton’s mouth.

Caught up in Anton’s touch, she was barely aware of Stefan, thought she heard the sound of foil tearing, was only truly certain he’d donned a condom when she felt him settle between her knees. Once more his fingers sought her, slick now with some sort of lubricant, something warm and soothing. He shifted and she felt the solid pressure of his erect cock against her ass as he sought entry where his fingers had been mere moments ago.

She knew Stefan wanted this. No so long ago, he had prepared her so that she might take Anton without fear or pain. Because of his love, she could enjoy the act that had terrified her since her attack. After a moment of gentle teasing, Stefan’s cock speared her deep, filling her ass, a smooth, painless entry that left him supported tightly between her legs with his balls pressed against her buttocks.

Her fingers tightened on the headboard. She moaned, then practically whimpered as Stefan carefully adjusted her legs, settling her even closer, filling her deeper.

Keisha let the sensations flow over and through her. She actually felt Stefan’s cock expand even more, now he was inside her. Felt each ridge, even the thick vein throbbing with blood against her sensitive tissues. His balls were warm, the soft fur covering them tickled her ass.

Filled with Stefan, she jumped when Anton twisted his fingers deep inside her, turned them to touch the back wall of her vagina. He was stroking Stefan! Anton’s fingers, buried in her pussy, traced the contours of Stefan’s huge cock through the fleshy barrier.

Anton opened his thoughts to her, allowed Keisha to share the sensations with him, the hot, wet sheath a nerve-laden boundary between Anton’s supple fingers and Stefan’s pulsing cock.

Stefan groaned, leaned over and bit down on her nipple then suckled it against the roof of his mouth. He thrust harder, then slowly withdrew, as if loath to give up either Keisha’s heat or Anton’s touch. At the same time, Anton pulled his fingers slowly out of Keisha and released her nipple with a wet sounding pop.

Stefan licked the very tip of Keisha’s breast, then released it. He lifted her hips and sat back on his heels, at the same time pulling her away from the headboard so they were centered in the middle of the bed. His big hands grasped her buttocks while her legs dangled over his forearms, his cock filled her ass, slowly entering and then withdrawing. She felt Anton shift over her body and smiled when his cock brushed her lips.

A not so gentle hint, my love? She drew the hot crown between her lips and sucked hard, tonguing the sensitive tip before drawing him deep into her mouth.

I’ll make it worth your while.

His thought had barely entered her mind when Anton’s tongue circled her clitoris. His silky hair tickled her belly and thighs and she wondered how it felt for Stefan, wondered at the sensation of his cock buried deep in her channel with Anton’s mouth locked on her pussy. Did Stefan feel Anton’s hair brushing his groin? Did the silken strands drift across Stefan’s hard thighs with the same soft sweep as Keisha felt?

The image of the two men she loved, each loving her in his own way, took Keisha higher, sent her blood running hotter with each lick and thrust. Stefan continued his slow, deep penetrations, but it was Anton, his tongue and teeth, his warm lips and hot breath, taking her faster, farther into oblivion.

Her breasts ached, her nipples felt cold without the warm mouths sucking and biting them, but the rest of her body was hot, so hot she imagined steam rising from her flesh.

Keisha grabbed Anton’s firm buttocks, holding his hips in place while she sucked and licked his cock, seeking and finding the same rhythm the men had with her.

Lord, how she loved the smells and tastes of her lover! Stefan was dear and his technique beyond reproach, but Anton stole her soul, owned her heart, invaded every cell of her body. It scared her, sometimes, to realize how much she loved him, how very much she needed him.

How easy it had become to lose herself in his love.

Keisha twirled her tongue around the crowned tip of his beautiful cock, licked the tiny eye and tasted the first drops of his seed. Some day, hopefully not too far away, Anton would take her as the wolf, make love to her in the deep, dark woods, and with his seed plant a new life, a child within her womb.

The image consumed her, the thought of binding herself irrevocably to this man, the knowledge that a child would link them for all time, would be the constant reminder of their love.

Love. Dear God, the emotion was more frightening than she’d ever imagined. It made her vulnerable, made her afraid.

Made her whole.

Complete.

Reality replaced thought. Keisha’s orgasm slammed into her without prelude, hot and fast, a raging storm overwhelming her senses. Fueled by love, by need, by emotions so intense she feared to understand them, her climax took control of conscious thought, of the blood in her veins, the beat of her heart, the air rushing into her straining lungs.

Stefan thrust hard, his body tightened, and he took her even higher. Gasping for air, Keisha released Anton’s hard cock and screamed, back arching, hips tilting forward, thrusting her pussy against Anton’s mouth, tightening her muscles around Stefan’s cock.

Anton continued lapping and sucking her streaming pussy, even as Stefan collapsed over both of them. Grasping Anton’s thighs firmly, drawing a great shuddering breath, Keisha silenced her moans with his cock, filling her mouth once more with him, drawing him deep and running her fingers over his testicles, milking Anton’s seed as he joined their climax. She felt Stefan move deep once more, pause, finally withdraw. Vaguely sensed him easing her legs down to the bed and moving away from her quivering, clenching body.

Heard his murmured words of love, both to her and to Anton.

Still she tongued and suckled Anton, swallowing each drop he shared with her, licking him, then merely holding his flaccid cock within her mouth until he rolled to one side, away from her. She lay there, gasping for air. His mouth remained fixed to her spasming, clenching pussy, his body shuddering against hers in the aftermath of passion.

She lifted her hand, touched his shoulder, caressed the firm skin, absorbed his heat. Her eyes drifted closed and her breathing slowed.


Anton rested his tongue against her clit, sensed the final spasms of her climax, tasted the flavors unique to Keisha. She was so beautiful, so welcoming of their lifestyle, their Chanku heritage. Anton knew he would never get enough of her taste, her scent, her body…her wonderful, independent mind.

Damned if she wasn’t going to drive him nuts! He ran his hands along her relaxed and pliable body, spread her legs wide, shifted position and knelt between her knees, taking the place Stefan had just vacated. Now, though, Anton pressed the head of his recovering cock against her waiting vagina and entered in a single, smooth thrust.

She arched and cried out, coming apart before he’d fully penetrated her. He felt her muscles tightening, rippling along the length of his cock, felt the fresh release of lubricating moisture and thrust even deeper. His cock found the hard mouth of her womb and pressed close before he slowly withdrew.

What would it be like, to know his child grew there? The image of Keisha, round and full with their baby brought tears to his eyes. She would be a wonderful mother, strong, protective, fierce. One day she would carry his child, the truest evidence of her love, of his love for her.

Now, though, she arched her hips and took all of him, took his heat and strength, his very essence deep inside. He tried to lose himself fully in her welcoming warmth, but fear still fluttered silently in the back of his mind.

The coming separation scared the crap out of him. Frightened him beyond measure, but he would help her pack and take her to the airport without further argument.

What was that old saying…if you love something, set it free?

Stupid saying.

Anton didn’t want to let go of Keisha, not for a moment. He’d do it because she asked, because he loved her…because to hold her too tightly would be to lose her.

With that thought in mind, his soul filled with the fear, the love, the frightening vulnerability of having given his heart to this woman, Anton took her once more over the edge.

Crying out, thrusting hard and deep, he followed her into oblivion.

Sexy Beast

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