Wild Cat: Wild Things, Book 2 Page 3

  “But why? Why put yourself in harm’s way to save me?” Her scrutiny made him nervous, like she was diving down into his soul, ready to drag out the truth. “And then you did the same thing for Conner.”

  The answer came quickly enough, but he wasn’t ready to reveal the truth, let alone admit it to her. “Let’s chalk it up to chivalry, okay? And as far as saving the cat-man’s ass…” He shrugged. “I figured it’d be easier than trying to recover his dead body and explaining what the hell he was. Don’t make such a fuss. It wasn’t a big deal.”

  “Yes, it was. You risked your hide to help us. No matter what you say, it’s a very big deal to me.” Alex gave him an indecipherable look, a look highlighted by a soft glow in her eyes. She started to reach out, then withdrew her hand at Conner’s grumbled protest. “Thank you, Dirk.”

  Her gratitude flowed over him like a soft breeze. “No problem, sugar.” For a moment, their gazes held and he took a step closer. She started to move toward him, then blinked at Conner’s groan, breaking their invisible link. Tucking her head, she turned toward her friend.

  “Conner, how badly are you hurt?”

  Wrenching away from the tantalizing sight of her to the wounded man beside him took a lot of effort. Conner, returned to human form, dug his clothes out from under the brush and struggled to pull on his clothing. “It’s only a flesh wound, Alex. Nothing to worry about.” He brushed off Alex’s attempt to look at the gash on the back of his leg. “And for the record, I didn’t need his help.”

  “Yes you did and you were lucky he was there.” Alex shook her head at him. “Why didn’t you stay like you were so you’d heal faster?” She grabbed a piece of clothing and began wiping away the already drying blood.

  “Hey, that’s my shirt.” Dirk snatched the shirt from her, but at her glower, grudgingly tore off a section from the shirttail she’d already used. “Fine. Here. But next time, use his shirt, okay?”

  Alex dabbed at the area where the injury had been although only an angry red slash remained. “Let’s be thankful it wasn’t worse. Worse, as in mortally wounded. Thanks to Dirk.”

  Conner palmed her cheek and tilted his head so he could make her look at him. “Getting shot was worth it if it means knowing you care.”

  “Don’t be silly. You know I care.” She placed her hand on top of his. “Please be careful. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you, too.”

  Dirk started to ask what she meant, but decided he wouldn’t interrupt. Still he had to wonder. Who had she lost?

  “No, Alex. I mean really care.” The two werecats stared at each other, a silent message zipping between them.

  Dirk knitted his brow, confused by the jealous twist in his stomach. Their affection for each other, their connection, was obvious. He didn’t like the unfamiliar sensation tightening his chest, yet he couldn’t shake it.

  “Conner, you know how I feel.” Alex caught Dirk watching and abruptly averted her gaze. “But let’s not get into it here. Not now.”

  “Hey, don’t mind me. Far be it from me to interrupt mates. If you two lovebirds want to get it on, I’ll be happy to stick to the sidelines.” Falling back on his usual cavalier manner, he added with a wicked grin, “Or not.”

  “We are not mates.”

  Her forceful denial delighted him and Conner’s scowl added to his pleasure. “Even more reason for us to get busy in the bushies.”

  “Back off, Fido. She’s a feline. She doesn’t lie down with mangy mutts.”

  If the male cat wanted to get under his skin, he was doing a great job of it. Yet instead of taking the bait, Dirk kept his attention on Alex. Her lips thinned at Conner’s outburst.

  “I suggest we get some rest. It’s late and I want to get an early start tomorrow.”

  “Are you seriously suggesting we sleep with him, Alex?”

  “Yes, Conner, I am. I’m exhausted and we need each other’s body heat during the night. Plus, I think Dirk’s got the right idea. If we work together—I mean, really work together—maybe we’ll have better luck. God knows we need to try something different.” Pushing leaves and twigs together to form a bed under the overgrowth, she lay down and curled into a ball. “Are you two joining me? Or would you rather huddle together, just the two of you? Do whatever you like.”

  “The lady doesn’t have to ask me twice.” Dirk slid close to her, spooned her, and tried to wrap his arm over her only to have it slapped off. “Hey, you said we could do whatever we liked.”

  “Try that or anything remotely similar and I’ll do more than slap at you.” Her tone, however, contradicted the threat in her words.

  “Oooh. You are such a spunky one.”

  A mumbling Conner took her other side, lying so he could face them, and pressed close to her body. “We’re going to discuss this so-called cooperation with a werewolf again in the morning.”

  “Whatever, cat-man.” Dirk made a show of snuggling closer to Alex, barely managing to suppress the smile tugging at his lips.

  The light grew dimmer around them, the night blanketing the world, and the sounds of nocturnal animals added their bedtime music. Alex kept her eyes closed but couldn’t sleep. Memories of Bryer and Lara, happy and contented together, churned inside her. Too many what ifs whipped her mind into a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions, keeping sleep away. Although she’d tried talking about the tragedy to Conner and others, they could never quite understand, never feel the pain the way she did. Feeling alone as she had for so many nights, she sought comfort from the closeness of the males.

  She sighed, enjoying the warmth surrounding her. How could she not think of sex with two very masculine, very well-endowed men sandwiching her? Conner’s wide chest rubbed against the tips of her nipples which, of course, reacted in a perfectly natural way. With Dirk’s hard pecs pushing against her back, she developed a whole new meaning to the phrase, “caught between a rock and a hard place”. Not that she was about to complain.

  Trying to keep from touching anything too personal, she tucked one arm under her head and rested the other along her leg. Soon, however, her legs grew stiff and she needed to move. Trusting Conner more than the wily werewolf edging ever closer to her, she lifted her leg and gently laid it on top of Conner’s. He tensed at her touch, then relaxed, his breathing evening out.

  If only she could sort out her feelings for Conner. She loved him, adored the friend she’d grown up and knew he’d make a caring and supportive mate. Logically, he was a great choice. Yet, although she was sexually attracted to him, would take him to bed if he wouldn’t make more out of it than merely a sexual romp, she couldn’t, wouldn’t take a mate until she found the extra sizzle simmering right below the surface that meant a lifetime of passion. She sighed and wished Conner thrilled her that way.

  Something hard bumped into her buttocks, coming to rest in the cleft between her cheeks. She inhaled, knowing exactly what that something was. Her first instinct was to slap it away as she’d done his arm, but she held back, enjoying the way the long rod grew even longer and thicker against her sensitive backside. Dirk’s shaft was impressive. Impressive and very insistent. Hoping he’d think she was moving in her sleep, she arched her back, pushing her breasts harder against Conner’s chest and wedging Dirk’s cock deeper into her butt crack. He groaned, making her freeze. Was that a good groan? Or a frustrated one?

  She took a peek at Conner. His eyes were closed, but his lips were parted, almost as though— She gasped as Conner’s tongue snaked out to lightly touch her mouth, then slowly glided toward the corner. Squeezing her eyes closed, she wondered if Dirk could see what Conner was up to.

  Suddenly, the rough texture of a different tongue tracked along the curve of her neck. Alex shuddered, pleased, excited and a little guilty. What would Conner do if he knew? She didn’t think the werewolf would mind sharing, but her friend would. She’d heard about werecats having sex with werewolves, but she’d never considered it—until Dirk. But what about sex with both a werecat and a werewolf? H
er heart pounded at the idea.

  Dirk’s hand found her left buttock, then fingered its way under her T-shirt and along the curve of her waist. Moving her arm barely enough for him to slip under it, she remained motionless and waited to see where he’d stop. He paused, then let his hand fall, coming to rest over her belly button. Conner scrunched closer and placed his hand on the side of her breast.

  Fearing that Dirk would move his hand higher and run into Conner’s, she feigned a stretch over her head and, keeping her eyes closed and her breathing even, rolled onto her back. Both men stirred and she waited to see if everything was good to go. When neither man complained about the other, she let out a small sigh.

  Almost in sync, each man took hold of a breast. Dirk scooted closer, his dick pushing hard against her leg and his face close to her cheek. She could smell his breath on her, and slowly drew in his scent, relishing the musky aroma. Conner removed his hand from her breast to pull her leg over his, catching it in between his two, and spreading her apart. Gently, he placed his hand over her crotch.

  Alex wondered how much longer this enticing interplay would go on, then prayed that it would.

  Dirk’s thumb caressed her already peaked nipple and she fought to keep from squirming. At first, he pressed lightly, then increased the pressure until, at last, his thumb rubbed slow forceful circles over her bud. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep from moaning.

  Conner undid her jeans, tugged them wide and snaked his hand between her legs. His fingers found her sensitive spot, one rubbing her nub while the other fingers massaged the sensitive skin beside it. She couldn’t stop her moans any longer. Wetness flooded her, oozing over his rapidly moving fingers.

  She glanced at Conner’s face, the dim light of the moon aiding her heightened senses. Checking Dirk’s face, she found his eyes closed, but a soft smile curving the ends of his mouth. Did they know? How could they not?

  She bit her bottom lip, resisting the burning compulsion to lick the corners of Dirk’s mouth. But if she did, he’d know she was awake. Silently, she sent a prayer skyward, praying for them to keep their eyes closed. She shut her eyes again, eager to find out where they would take her.

  Dirk’s tongue flicked across her nipple and she couldn’t squelch a tremor. To cover, she stretched again, pushing her breast into his face. She silently urged him to suck her aching bud, harder, stronger. As though he’d heard her unspoken command, he brought her nipple into his mouth and suckled. She moaned again, unable to suppress her pleasure any longer.

  Conner rubbed harder, more insistent, and she spread her legs wider. Giving up the pretense of sleep, she lifted her butt, signaling Conner to slide her jeans down her legs. With a hard kick, she freed her legs.

  “So you were awake all this time, Alex?”

  She felt more than heard Dirk’s quiet chuckle at Conner’s question. “Well, duh. Who can sleep with you two touching me?”

  “Wait. Both of us?”

  The irritation in Conner’s voice flowed over her. “Yes, both of you. Now get back to business, boys.” At once, guilt washed over her. “Conner, if you don’t want to, I’ll understand.”

  Yet she yearned to touch him, to give him a part of her. She hoped he’d go along with the threesome, especially since her desire to have Dirk was on full steam ahead.

  “Yeah, Conner, don’t do it if you don’t want to. But in the meantime…” Dirk chuckled again, then latched onto her nipple. He pulled, tugging at her, cupping her breast and molding it to his face. Conner lifted onto his elbow and took her chin in his hand.

  “Conner, don’t stop. Please.”

  “You’re right. I don’t want to do this. Not with a damn—”

  She put every ounce of frustration she could muster into her shout. “Conner!”

  Chapter Three

  Her cry stopped him. She held her breath to keep the harsh words inside and glared at him, half-pleading, half-demanding.

  “I’ve waited so long to have you, Alex. But not like this.”

  She held his gaze, not giving into the impulse to look away. Yet when she failed to voice a response, he gritted his teeth, then groaned and scooted down, running his hand along her leg until he could move into position. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he dove in, pressing his face against her warm pussy. He fingered her folds apart and raked his tongue over her, ramming it hard against her swollen nub. Sucking, nipping, licking, he continued to plunder her while Dirk suckled one breast and fondled the other.

  Mewing, she no longer tried to hold back and released loud sounds of enjoyment. Dirk and Conner became vocal, each moaning, murmuring sounds of lust, as they worked her body, at once treating her tenderly, then roughly. She reached down to help Conner by holding herself open to him, then ran her hand down Dirk’s back, keeping him close.

  “Oh, oh, oooohhh, Conner!”

  Listening to the noises Conner made lapping up her juices made her wetter, wilder, hornier. Lust coursed through her, churning her insides, flaming her body. She squirmed, wanting more, yet fighting for a few seconds to recover from the delicious torture. He plunged his tongue inside her, using his fingers to massage her throbbing nub. Heat, unexpected in its quick arousal, burned into her, sending her flying. She climaxed and waves of delight shuddered through her. “Oh, please. Don’t stop.”

  Dirk got on his knees, brought her breasts together and forced his face between them. The vibrations of his pleasured groans reverberated against her chest. He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, then pinched them between his fingers. “Suck on my nipples, Dirk. Make them ache. It’s okay. I like it rough.” He answered with his mouth and teeth, pulling, nipping at her.

  Conner answered, too, breathing air onto her sensitive clit. The warmth hit her, shooting her into another orgasm and she clutched at Dirk’s back, digging her nails into his flesh. Gripping her bottom like he’d never let go, Conner kept her to him, unrelenting in his pursuit. He ducked a little lower, piercing her with his tongue. She bucked, not wanting to get away, but unable to stand the delicious sensations any longer. “Oh, shit. Oh. My. God. If I’d known what you could do…”

  Conner stopped to question her with a look, but unwilling to explain, she pushed his head down again. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

  Dirk, however, wasn’t one to stand by and watch. He ran his tongue between her breasts, moistening her skin. “How about I get on top and fuck your tits?”

  “No!” Conner shoved her hands away. “Don’t let his cock near you.”

  She started to tell him he couldn’t make demands, then thought better of it. How could she deny his request when he was pleasing her in spite of his dislike of Dirk? For now, she would acquiesce. “Not now, Dirk. But I wouldn’t mind watching you take care of yourself while Conner eats me.”

  Conner growled, but she ignored him and quirked her eyebrows at Dirk. “Well?”

  “Don’t mind if I do.” Dirk quickly unzipped his jeans, pulled out his all-too-ready dick, spat on his palms and started massaging himself.

  She gasped and wished for a brighter moon to see his massive shaft.

  Conner darted his tongue in and out, fucking her as she watched Dirk work his cock. She wiggled to a better position, trying to keep her hands on the werecat’s head and her gaze on the werewolf. Dirk pumped his shaft, sliding his hand back and forth from the curly dark hair at the base to the curve that led up to the mushroomed cap. “Faster, Dirk. Go as fast as you can. As fast as Conner’s tongue and fingers.”

  Both men took the challenge and increased their speeds. Dirk’s heavy pants grew faster, his rapt attention centered on her every move. Lifting her breasts toward her mouth, she swiped her tongue over one taut bud then the other and was rewarded with an agonized sound from Dirk. “Ooh, Dirk, I love it when you growl.”

  Not to be outdone, Conner added his thumb to the agonizingly wonderful attack, wrenching her focus away from the werewolf. She stared at her friend, amazed at how he controlled her even as she bucked ag
ainst him. He stayed with her, using her jerks to coincide with his licks, his head remaining buried between her legs. The familiar whirlwind of impending release whipped through her and she thrashed about, her moan heralding her pleasure. At last she could take no more and she cried out, her body jerking with orgasmic spasms, her breasts jiggling. Gasping for air, she watched Dirk tense, readying for his release. His eyes changed, the brilliant blue morphing into glowing amber in the darkness as his explosion overtook him.

  The tension inside grew, forming stronger waves of lust, and she knew her ultimate orgasm was near. The turmoil of desire built up inside her abdomen, speeding up and down in rolls of heat. Suddenly, she exploded, soaking the tender flesh between her legs. A deeper blackness than the night swept over her and she struggled to stay conscious.

  Climax after climax rocked through her until, at last, she could stand it no longer. She heeled herself away from Conner, breaking his hold. Going to his knees, he undid his jeans, took his shaft in his hand and masturbated. Her gaze glued to his, her breaths still racking her body. He stiffened, groaned, then released.

  “Alex.”

  Alex wondered at the lust, the excitement and, more, the love in Conner’s tone. Shuddering, he fell to her side, keeping one hand possessively on her thigh. Had she made a mistake? Should she have let him tongue her? She bit her lip and hoped the sexual romp wouldn’t make him even more determined to mate with her. But, oh, God, how wonderful he’d been! She couldn’t deny it. She’d loved every second with both shifters.

  Turning away from Conner, she caught the expression on Dirk’s face and gasped. The compassion and, more, the absolute understanding filling his features left her breathless. Suddenly, he reached out and covered her hand and, for the first time in a long while, she was content.

  “Shit! Get away from me, you mangy mutt!”

  Conner’s angry words ripped apart her dream—a wonderful dream of delicious sex with Dirk—startling her awake. She leapt into a fighting stance, ready for an attack by a faceless killer. Instead she found Conner backing away from Dirk, his hands fisted, his neck red with fury.