Despite his pleasurable plans, though, he worried that she’d not yet recovered enough. Hence his repeated statement of, “Maybe we should wait until you’re stronger.”
“Stop molly coddling me. I’m not some delicate freakn’ flower, not like someone I know.” She yelled the last bit, and Mitchell was sure he heard his sister, one of the hiding audience, snort. “For the last time, I’ll be fine. Besides, the full moon is out and my wolf is demanding I let her out. It will help me regain the last of my strength.”
Just over three days of rest and his wound just showed as a puckered scar, but Francine was a girl, and smaller to boot. The urge to coddle her remained. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”
With a snort of disgust, she yanked at the hem of her shirt, tugging it up past creamy white flesh. He averted his gaze out of habit and heard her laughter. “Too late for cold feet, Mitchell. Either you join me, or I take you right here and now. Think Naomi will give us pointers?”
“You’re bossy.”
“So I’ve been told. Just so you know, I like to tell you what to do in the bedroom too.”
For some reason, the idea of his little Red giving him orders, like “Lick me,” “Fuck me,” or just plain, “Give me your cock to suck” excited him and made him rock freakn’ hard. “You won’t be able to say much if I’ve got my dick stuffed in your mouth,” he retorted, the dirty words he’d thought slipping out by accident. Or not.
A delighted, husky chuckle erupted from her, and standing there in only a bra, her overly plump breasts spilling out of the cups, the rounded softness of her belly just peeking over her the waistband of her pants, he realized he’d never been so happy or aroused in his life.
Wait, when she pulled at the clasp of her bra, and let her glorious breasts jiggle free, her nipples hardening into points, okay, now he was the happiest and most aroused ever. He actually might have a drooled a bit. His tongue, he managed to keep in his mouth-for now-instead of panting. Another thing he found himself thankful for? She had her back to the house so Chris and his other brothers weren’t seeing her glorious perfection. He’d hate to have to rip their eyes from their skulls. Mama would probably freak if he did.
“Are you going to just stand there and stare, because I’ll have you know, I’m really looking forward to watching you strip. I want to see if you’re as big as they say.”
God but she goaded him at every turn. Teased him into wanting her even as he tried to take it slow and respect her. It seemed she didn’t want that, though. And, truthfully, with his cock aching, her breasts teasing, and the wild scent of her arousal rising, he wondered if he could find the will to wait until they reached the clearing. Screw the eyes in the windows. He wanted her right here and now. Remember the audience.
“You know my family is watching.”
“Oh please. Like they haven’t seen you naked.”
Naked, yes. Naked with a ten foot aching pole stretching from his groin, no. “Since you’re so eager to get buff, then why don’t you go first?” Too late, he realized the challenge he’d thrown her. She, of course, didn’t even hesitate.
Showing no modesty whatsoever, her hands went right to the waistband of her pants and she shimmied them down over her rounded hips to display a skimpy pair of bikini panties that just covered her thatch. Moisture pooled in his mouth as he imagined burying his face in the fiery curls that surely matched the mop on her head.
“Wanna see the back? It’s a thong,” she taunted.
A thong? That meant… shit. Even with her back to the house, she was giving his brothers an eyeful. Mine, ours, his wolf agreed. Just as jealous as his beast, Mitchell swept her into his arms and carried her into the dark seclusion of the forest behind his parents’ house.
“What are you doing?”
“My brothers don’t need to see what’s mine.”
She laughed, a beautiful, carefree sound. “You do know your brothers have seen my bare ass before, right? Heck, just last summer, when I went cottaging with Naomi and Chris, we went skinny dipping in the lake.”
Mental note to self: kill his little brother. Later. Right now, he needed to get some of his chafing clothes off.
Putting her down first, he stepped back and almost chuckled himself when her laughter abruptly cut off and all because he stripped his shirt off. She’d seen his chest before. Heck, they’d spent the last few days in bed together with him pretty much half naked. But now, with anticipation and arousal peppering the air, she regarded him with something akin to awe-and hunger. Beautiful, arousing hunger, for me.
Soft fingers stroked down his chest, circling around his pecs. “Nice,” she murmured. Her digits kept moving until they hit his waistband, her deft fingers unsnapping his pants and pushing them down before he could form a coherent thought.
His erection tented his briefs, and she cupped him, squeezing his girth while he could only tremble, looking for a way to remain a little aloof. He struggled to find even an iota of his usual control, enough that he wouldn’t throw her to the ground and ravish her.
“I thought you wanted to run,” he gasped as she kneaded him through the stretched fabric.
“I do.” She released him and stepped back, her head tilting back to give him a naughty smile. “I just wanted to make sure you had incentive to chase.” With a flick of her hand and a wiggle of her hips, her panties slid down. Before he had time to fully admire the view, she let her animal take over, her body contorting and reshaping until a small wolf with a silky coat of russet stood in front of him. With a yip, she bounded off, and Mitchell quickly stripped and changed into his own shaggy beast before chasing.
Ghosting through the woods on sure paws, the anxiety of the last few days, the mind-boggling mess of his emotions, everything melted away-except for his desire. The more he chased the fleet-footed she-wolf, the more his blood heated and his excitement grew. When he caught her, there would be no hesitation or doubt. He’d claim her. Sink his cock into her while she stared into his eyes, and as she climaxed, he’d bite her, marking her in the old fashioned way, making her his.
The thought spurred him to move even faster, herding her flitting shape to the location he’d selected. When she finally dashed into the open clearing, he followed right on her heels, and then stumbled as he tried not to slam into her smaller frame. Yipping, his wolf chastised her only to shut up as his mind filtered the sounds they heard. It seemed his clearing of choice was already taken. And despite the fact they knew they must have an audience, the foursome on the grass didn’t stop what they were doing.
Backing away, he and Francine moved back to the shelter of the woods, both of them riveted by the scene before them. For a man who’d never thought much of ménages before, he seemed to be running into them an awful lot lately. Worst, he recognized the woman in the clearing, a daughter to one of his mother’s friends. One of her lovers, an old high school football team mate. Not that their identities made a difference. Anyone could have been a part of the fleshy tangle of limbs and he would have stared, mesmerized.
A head butted his side, and he peered down to see Francine’s smaller beast leaning against him, her breathing rapid, the musk of her arousal perfuming the air around him. She felt the same fascination as he did with the undulating group. It made his hunger explode. He couldn’t help shifting back into his human form. He ran his fingers through her silky fur, a fur that shivered then disappeared under his touch until he stroked smooth skin.