Wild Hearts Page 8

  He eased her off his staff and rolled off the table. He grabbed her by the hips and picked her up with ease to reposition her. With her kneeling on the blanketed bench, her body splayed over the tabletop he spread her knees with one of his, snaked his arm around her waist, and impaled her from behind. He slid his fingers between her slick cleft and stroked her swollen clit. He stretched out over her, entangling his free hand with hers. He found her mouth and kissed her, his tongue mimicking each throttling probe of his cock.

  “Feel me, sweetheart. Keep feeling me inside you as you disconnect your spirit from human form,” he rumbled. Shit, if he had any hopes of bringing this idea to light, her first shift would have to be quick. His mounting lava wasn’t going to stay barred much longer.

  “Oh, God, Coal. I–I don’t know…ohhhh,” she whimpered, her gasping breaths robbing him of air as he kissed the cries of pleasure from her delicious mouth. His scalding release traveled upward as she contracted around him.

  “That’s right, love. Come all you want, but listen to my voice. Reach inside your spirit, that separate part of your mind. A shadow of a creature. A living entity inside your body. Listen to the call…Ahhh, don’t squeeze me like that. I’ll burst now.” Coal drew out of her hot pussy and slid his tip over her clit to ease the pain in his groin until she changed. She pressed her rear into his hips, seeking him to fill her. “I’ll climb right back up once you’re in a fur coat.”

  “Help me change. Now. I need you!”

  “Your spirit. The call of the wolf. Do not restrain it. Let it come out. Woman, relax your muscles. I’ll change with you. Follow my wolf’s lead.”

  He pressed his chin against her shoulder, closed his eyes, and instantly connected with her on a telepathic link. Keeping her enraptured in the promise of more pleasure with the teasing of his cock against her heat, he began to guide her.

  “The shadow, Shyla. I sense it. Open yourself to that shadow, and let it consume you. Do not fight it,” he urged. His own bones began to shift and change, joints popping and contorting. He issued the sensations across their link, allowing her to feel his changes and ignite her own for the first time.

  Her body took to his silent command, and he heard the first sound of bone contracting, like twigs bending but not breaking. Fur grew out of his skin, dark and thick. He fed the image to her shadow, increasing his strokes on her clit and relaxing her mind enough to accept this newest instruction. She gasped as her arms began to alter and reshape. Pure white fur extended, a dazzling coat beneath the silver moon.

  Coal opened his eyes as the scent of Shyla, sex and wolf, increased. Able to focus on the finer details of the woman transforming beneath him with his night-vision eyes and wolf-attuned senses, he allowed his body to completely change. Paws replaced his hands, a snout replaced his nose, and a wolf replaced a man. Casting the final transition in a mental picture, Shyla Smith followed his lead.

  The internal satisfaction could not be measured. Coal hooked his paws on the shoulders of the breathtaking white beneath him—his claim—and pulled her off the table. She tried to spin around, but he gently grabbed the back of her neck between his powerful jaws, the silky white fur tickling his gums and his nostrils.

  “Settle, love. You did wonderful.”

  Shyla twisted to face him and yipped. He growled, still hanging on to her scruff. She craned her head and tried to snap at his neck, stumbling on her new legs until she plopped to the ground.

  Coal pounced, climbing onto her back and pinning her shoulders to the ground. He shifted his lower body against her viciously swatting tail until he impaled her, holding himself deep inside until her entire body convulsed and her hind legs buckled. She dropped to her belly, whimpers and short howls drifting into the night.

  “How does it feel now? Having your dominant male over and inside you like this?”

  The contours of her inner canal differed, and he had to pound rougher inside her to gain the same pressure-bending pleasure he had before. His fervent fucking, however, brought her wave after wave of sexual bliss. Her submission was his physical proof.

  Her lack of verbal response, as well as the tiny noises she made, was vocal proof.

  Coal grunted. Liquid fire sped through his cock and exploded inside her womb. He panted, his vision shattering and his body shaking, as the intensity of his climax gripped him and threatened to drag him into a black void of pure, unimaginable ecstasy.

  He collapsed on top of his white wolf, his lovely were, and licked the side of her snout. Her long pink tongue lapped back once, lacking any strength.

  “Coal?”

  “Yes?”

  “I–I love having you in control. I…”

  “You what, sweetheart?”

  Shyla shifted her trembling wolf form onto her side and looked at him. He licked her silvery white snout again, coaxing calm into her while he fought to ease the spasms in his muscles.

  “Help me change back. I feel awkward, and I want you to hold me.”

  He nuzzled the side of his face against her soft fur, relishing the thickness of her coat and the heady scent of the wilderness mixed with their union. He wanted to curl around her and sleep beneath the night sky, the bright moon, and the dazzling stars. He wanted to protect her while she adjusted to this new form, her other half.

  However, he understood her unease.

  “Of course.” He nudged her head with his nose and sidled against her, wedging one long front leg beneath her neck. “Changing back should be easier than changing into wolf form. Your human counterpart is more natural to you and will challenge this part of your spirit until it becomes accustomed to it. All you must do is pull back the shadow’s veil and lock on to the comfort of your spirit. Go ahead. You’ll find the transformation surprisingly simple.”

  Coal allowed his own body to transform beside Shyla, his spirit leading the way for hers to retake her human form. As the last of their fur retracted and their bones popped and settled back into place, he pulled her into his body and nipped her bottom lip. Her eyelids drew heavily over her clouded eyes, and she sighed against his mouth.

  “Wow. So that’s what it feels like to be a wolf. It’s so strange, and yet it felt so natural,” she murmured.

  “It’ll become more natural with time. Jacy and I will never allow you to lose your way until you’re comfortable enough to transform on your own.”

  She tipped her head and caught his gaze. “Why did you suggest turning into wolves?”

  Coal smiled, flicking a rock from beneath his arm.

  “Love, you’re in heat, and I want my seed in you.”

  Shyla froze. Every muscle pressed against him tensed. She lifted her head off his chest and looked down at him, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty fighting to gain control of her expression.

  He shook his head, gracing her mouth with an airy kiss.

  “It’s only natural for you to have both our seeds in your womb. After all, sweetheart, we’re both your mates. The three of us. One little happy pack.”

  * * * *

  Padding through patches of shimmering moonlight brought the hunter out in her.

  Laela maneuvered through the forest, each drop of her paws carefully calculated as not to make noise. With the early winter upon Hood River, dead leaves and twigs covering the forest floor proved to be an early giveaway for even an experienced predator.

  The cold night breeze shifted directions, and with it came a new scent. She stilled, the thick fur along her spine bristling. Her nostrils flared, inhaling the scent and etching it into her memory. There were two different, yet distinct scents, neither of which was familiar to her. She knew every wolf in the vicinity, and the invasion of these unknowns disturbed her.

  Well, she’d have to remind any trespassers just who controlled the packs of Hood River.

  Resuming her stalking advance, this time knowing which direction to follow, she slinked around tree trunks and scraggly brush. The scents intensified as she drew closer.

  At a small
break in the trees, she caught the subtle waver of scenery. Craning her neck around the wide tree that hid her, she pinpointed the source of one scent. A large gray-and-white wolf weaved through the trees, ears pricked skyward. With the breeze carrying her scent away from this invader, he had little clue she watched him only a few yards away.

  As the first wolf paused, a second wolf appeared from the dark, shadowed forest a few yards behind his partner. She wanted to snarl at them and warn them away but fought the natural urge to reveal this as her territory. Somehow, though, she knew these two were males and would not run off.

  No. They were here for a reason. They were here to protect that damn white.

  Instead, she lay in wait until she had the opportunity to attack without having to fend off both massive males at the same time.

  At last, the second wolf padded back into the forest. The gray-and-white curled around a tree and retraced his steps, coming closer to her.

  He paused, tipping his nose to the sky. Laela crept closer on her belly, her eyes locked on her target.

  The wolf’s ears flattened against his head and his lips pulled back.

  Laela lunged, tackling the gray-and-white just as he let out a short, threatening yip. She sank her sharp teeth into his throat, ripping through flesh until blood spurt against the roof of her mouth. The male beneath her kicked at her belly, trying desperately to knock her away. He howled and yelped, each movement causing irreversible damage to his throat.

  What began as a warning with hopes of discovering who these trespassers were quickly turned into a fatal attack. Laela growled in frustration, exerting more pressure in her bite to finish off this were before his partner returned.

  The vicious kicking slowed, as did the wolf’s resistance. Laela tugged one last time, tearing his throat wide open and leaving him to bleed.

  The reckoning force of a cargo train barreled into her. She flew through the air and landed hard on her side. Her back smacked into the rugged base of a tree.

  There was no time to assess her pain.

  She flipped onto her feet and met the second attack with equal strength and intent. The wolf snapped his glistening teeth at her, scraping the side of her snout as they crashed to the ground and rolled. Laela latched her teeth onto his nose. She used the weak attack to climb on top and dig the sharp nails of her back paw into the wolf’s prized package. His pained howl echoed through the night, leaving his neck vulnerable to her attack. She released his nose and mercilessly tore into his throat.

  The second wolf ceased to move beneath her as death consumed him. Laela sauntered backward, licking her jowls of blood. She snorted.

  “You took two of my men. I’ve taken two of yours. You want to play this game, we’ll play until the death. Let this be a lesson, Coal. Jacy. You will not take over my land. Your white will die just as her mother and aunts did.

  “I will bring blood back to the full moon, and you will suffer each scream she makes while I do so.”

  Leaving the threat to linger over the dead wolves, she turned and made her way into the forest. Catching the delicious scent of a deer and her adrenaline still running on high, she smiled inwardly.

  Tonight brought the beginning of bloodshed.

  Chapter Eight

  Heat surrounded her, entwined with the soothing scents of woods, spice, and flesh. Shyla moaned as a tingling sensation pooled between her legs. Still foggy with sleep, it took a moment to realize the tingling grew with the gentle, rhythmic strokes of fingers.

  Pressure mounted, and one of those teasing fingers slid inside her. She tipped her hips into the hand, reveling in the way her body responded, extra sensitive and tender. Every nerve splayed out, accepting the slightest touch with overexcited receptiveness.

  She lifted her leg and curled it around the lean hips in front of her. Another set of fingers slid along her rear and turned down to her sex. These fingers didn’t try to invade her vagina. Instead, they pulled back into her rear and teased her nether opening.

  Her body blazed with erotic desire. A hand slinked around her front and began teasing the nipple of her right breast until it pearled. She pressed her head back until it hit an unyielding barrier. Liquid lava touched the hollow of her neck and drew a slow, tantalizing path along her throat that ended at her chin. The probing finger in her sex glided in and out, building a mountainous peak within her. The finger teasing her rear opening slid along her wet pussy, tracing around the invasion until they came together over her clit.

  She shuddered. Sensations overwhelmed her, tingling, itching, and coiling. Pleasure swirled in her body and mind, waiting, waiting. Climax lapped around her spirit, drinking from the stimulation and growing with each swallow. Fingers and tongues teased her, two solid bodies holding her in a delightful prison as they did what they would.

  She was their playground, and she didn’t mind at all.

  Fingers retraced their trek around the probing appendage and returned to her rear. Using the natural moisture of her arousal, one finger slowly forced its way into that forbidden section. She gasped, the stretching of her skin sparking an unusual pain as pleasure assaulted her a mere inch away. The dueling sensations left her in a state of mindlessness.

  She peeled back her eyelids and met the blacker than black eyes of Coal, whose head was propped up on his hand. She pressed her rear into the gentle finger, trying to accept one probe while holding on to the other.

  “Good morning, love,” Coal said, his voice thick and rich, pouring over her like warm, sticky caramel.

  Feverish breath tickled her ear. She looked back and met Jacy’s piercing green gaze.

  “How’re you feeling?” he asked.

  Shyla bit down on her bottom lip as the pleasure-pain coils snapped, releasing her into the embracing arms of climax. She sat her hips down, forcing both fingers deeper into her body as the shuddering intensity of release blinded her.

  Somewhere in the distant realm of her comprehending mind, she heard Jacy chuckle. “Must be good.”

  “Sweetheart,” Coal rasped. Shyla whimpered as his mouth closed over hers and his tongue swept over hers. She dug her hand into his hair, pulling him closer until their kiss turned into a fierce dance of tongues, teeth scraping against teeth. Jacy’s mouth singed a possessive path along her neck, shoulder, and down her back. Coal’s finger pulled out of her core, and the thick head of his shaft replaced it. Jacy’s fingers splayed over her rear, kneading the fleshy mounds. His teeth nipped one cheek, then the other. He grabbed her, lifted her hips as Coal shifted beneath her, and settled her weeping sheath around his cock.

  Coal growled, thrusting his hips upward. Shyla’s elbows buckled, and she fell over his chest. His hands whipped up, pinning her to him as Jacy guided her hips to stroke his cock.

  “Sugar,” Jacy purred.

  Shyla bucked the instant she felt a painful pressure trying to pierce her rear.

  “Christ, woman. Relax. I’ve lubed to make it easier.”

  “Relax, love. Let him inside you.”

  Coal’s soothing voice inside her mind made her rear muscles loosen. Slowly, inch by incredible inch, her body stretched and formed around Jacy’s invasion. His thickness made her wince until she felt his hips against hers. He stayed pressed inside her back hole, allowing her time to adjust to him. His hands coursed around her waist, the tip of his finger reaching her clit. She moaned into Coal’s mouth, rocking her hips into his.

  Both men filled her at the same time. Coal nipped her bottom lip before invading her mouth with searing kisses. She whimpered with each slight movement, the fiery itch in her lower gut being strummed from both men’s subtle motions. The rough pad of Jacy’s finger teased her pulsing clit as he drew out of her, pulling her farther down Coal’s dick. As he pressed back inside her, the pain subsided, and a new pleasure filled its spot.

  Each tantalizingly slow pull and push of Jacy’s dick in her ass was met by the sumptuous tension created with Coal’s dick in her pussy. Her entire lower region was under th
e assault of constant stimulation, turning her to putty melting between two incredible lovers.

  Jacy wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tearing her away from the delicious heat of Coal’s intense kiss and filling her mouth with his tongue. He growled against her as she sat back on his cock.

  “Fuck, woman,” he breathed.

  Shyla tore away from his kiss the instant Coal’s dick left her aching sheath. He shifted to his knees, grabbed her chin in a gentle grip, and crushed his mouth to hers.

  “My mouth.” Coal’s claim reverberated through her mind. Jacy lifted her rear off his lap, off his cock, while Coal fed her his lust-laced toxin through his kiss. She could drink from him for years and never tire of the expert ways his tongue traced and teased her mouth.

  She had little time to react before she felt both men’s dicks drive deep inside her body. She catapulted straight into euphoria, screaming out in delight. Two sets of hands guided her trembling body, wave after wave of blinding pleasure searing her mind to anything but the sensations of bliss and fullness. The synchronized thrusts held her suspended in stimulation overload.

  Her hair was tugged, pulling her head back with little effort. Jacy conquered her mouth, grunting with each calculated thrust into her rear, filling her until her mounted pleasure seeped over the crest of sexual bliss. Coal’s mouth took to her exposed neck, laving and kissing straight up to her chin, reclaiming her from Jacy as the friction created from the thrusting of his cock exploded behind the wall of pleasure.

  Lava-hot liquid filled her. Jacy howled with his spurt of climax in her rear channel. Coal groaned into her mouth as his seed filled her womb. Her men supported her between their solid bodies as she rode each overwhelming wave of ecstasy until, at last, she somehow managed to grasp the frayed ends of her being.

  Coal leaned back, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her down with him. Jacy followed behind her, still lodged deep inside her nether hole. She twisted enough to look back at him, trying her damnedest to focus her quaking vision. A thin sheen of sweat covered them all, intensifying the arousing aroma of sexual musk.