Night critters collectio.., p.13
Night Critters (Collection), page 13
Her husband gasped. “Aren't I supposed to be sitting down?” He pulled experimentally at the cuffs, testing their security. “I feel pretty silly."
"No, you don't. You feel vulnerable and out of control, right?” Charm got up and went for the two mugs of tea. The green mug she set nearby to cool, the red mug she brought right to the rolling trolley and filled one of the empty spray bottles with the warm contents.
Lucky eyed the bottle speculatively. “What's that for?"
Charm brought him the remains in the mug. “Mint tea. Smell.” She let him sniff and waited for his nod. “I'm going to spray you with this.” She licked her lips. “Tastes great. Trust me."
He allowed her to spray his nipples and body, and only grunted when she sprayed his cock liberally. “At least it's warm. Hey! My skin is tingling. The mint?"
"Yup.” Charm put the spray bottle on the trolley and licked Lucky's left nipple. The minty taste zinged on her tongue, increasing sensation in the nerve endings. That was the reason she'd sprayed it on her husband's body. Now he'd feel twice as much with every touch she gave him. She wanted like her body craved food and drink to uncuff him and fuck him silly on the floor, but that wasn't good enough for a honeymoon.
As expected, he moaned, and his cock twitched. His whole body trembled, but no brown fur appeared. Not good enough yet. “Oy, baby."
Charm reached behind him and pulled the seat close. To make him more willing, she licked the other nipple. “Slide into the seat, Lucky Love. Relax. Let me suck your cock a bit."
"Tease.” He leaned back and let the seat cradle him along his spine, lying almost horizontally. The T-bar of leather at the top supported his neck, but the bottom one forced him to spread his legs, just like she wanted.
To distract him from her next move, Charm bent down to suck all of his cock into her mouth and waited for his eyes to shut. Surreptitiously, she slid the thigh band under his left thigh and smoothly locked the Velcro together.
Lucky didn't appear to notice. His eyes remained closed, and his breathing came in gulps of air. Without opening his eyes, he moaned again. “Oh, damn. My body feels like it's just short of on fire. I can feel every bump on your tongue. This is great."
The empowerment coursed through her veins like a drug. Charm increased the suction and drew upwards, giving him the full measure of her abilities. This man was under her control by her will as well as his own. No one was there calling the shots but her. She reveled in the glory of making Lucky happy because she wanted to, and for no other reason than their mutual pleasure. She secured the right thigh band in between upward strokes to the music of her husband's panting gasps for air. Only when her jaw grew tired did she stop and release his cock with a soft pop.
To her delight, a soft brown dusting of fur covered Lucky's skin, like the sheen of fine suede. The real stuff, soft as a baby's butt. She'd called it puppy fur to herself every time she'd made it appear during the few short months of their engagement until the house had been completed. Tonight, she'd make werefolk puppies, if she had her way.
She reached for the next toy—her own personal gift from JR, judging by the secret place he'd left it, hidden in the drawer for her to notice. Her fingers closed around the shaft of one of her own feathers, now useful as a toy to tickle Lucky with. What a thoughtful secret present from JR! How he'd gotten hold of one, she had no clue, but that was a question to be answered another day.
Lucky's ice-blue eyes flew open the second she stroked his cock with the long, black feather. Now she knew he'd inherited those stunning eyes from his elegant grandmother, a Siberian Husky were-dog who ruled the Thornburn pack with an iron fist in a white velvet glove. “Oh, hell, no! I'm ticklish.” He chuckled. “Stop. Evil Neph."
"Okay.” Charm put the feather aside. She was so wet with need, she could have screamed, anyway. Her bustier was suddenly too tight. She unzipped it and flung it away across the generous room, where it collided with a wall and slithered out of sight. Then, she peeled off the thong but left her boots on. Undoing all those laces was too much like work when she wanted a hot, sweaty ride on Lucky's rigid cock. “Prepare to be tamed, were-critter!"
Lucky laughed, just as she'd meant for him to do. He batted his eyes and stuck out his chin. He drawled out his words, panting like a virgin. “Oh, help! I'm about to be ravished by my wife. Mercy! Mercy!” Then, in his normal voice, he growled, his eyes turning golden. “Let's see if we can break this thing, huh, baby?"
Charm performed a perfect chin-up on the bar and lowered herself inch by agonizing inch onto Lucky's cock, supporting her weight with the bar until he was firmly seated inside. Then she let go and grabbed the chains supporting his wrists for balance.
The swing earned its name, rocking backward and forward in an arc, jamming Lucky's full length inside her. He struggled with the cuffs, clearly wanting to support her with his hands, but he was too fully trapped by the leather straps on his wrists and thighs. A half-growl and half-howl escaped his lips. “Rowr-rowr-rowrrr!"
Elated at her success, Charm lifted herself up and down, continuing to use the chains to swing them in the full arc, allowing the motion to give her a slow, sensuous fucking from the helplessly—or so she thought—restrained Lucky. She could imagine his tail sweeping the ground with every swing.
The ripping sound of Velcro startled her out of her happy trance. Lucky's strong legs freed themselves from the thigh bands like the leather was made of steamed noodles. His hands, clawed and sleek, slid out from the cuffs. She'd forgotten the preternatural strength of shifters in moments of great passion or anger. The clawed hands clamped down on her arms like iron bands. With one leap, somehow Lucky carried them both out of the swing with her still riding his cock, until he stood bent from the need to shift fully. His growl was so guttural, she barely understood the words. “Now my angel will pay for teasing a wolf-dog. The better to eat you with, my dear!"
Charm shrieked playfully and pretended to struggle. Like she really could have done anything. Not. “Fuck me! Fuck me instead!"
Lucky growled for a moment, his lupine gold eyes flashing in the evening light. His gaze fell on something behind her. His face elongated slightly, and his mouth opened to reveal sharp predator's teeth. “As you wish. Spread."
Her butt connected with the table, and she winced when Lucky swept the tabletop's flowers and damask table runner aside with careless swipes of his paws. Obediently, Charm spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Balanced precariously on the edge of the table, she put her arms back on the tabletop behind her for support.
Lucky leaned in a little bit, his arched back allowing him access to her breasts while he fucked her madly and passionately. He lavished attention to each nipple in its turn, with nips from his sharp teeth.
Charm was in heaven. She was sure of it. Each nip yanked a squeaking gasp from her, immediately soothed by a hot lick from his mobile tongue. Her wings flapped uselessly, pinned against the table edge as she was. Her control of the fire element slipped, and the scent of scorched wood from the burning table filled her nose. She'd leave a permanent imprint of her hand in the wood, and she didn't care.
"How do you like being the one out of control, hmm?” Lucky's growl accompanied a nip on her neck. His thrusts rubbed his nest of pubic curls over her clit, driving her to the edge of the cliff of a screaming orgasm. Her whole body alternately trembled and stiffened, each thrust shoving her closer and closer to either bursting into flame or—what, she didn't know or care.
Lucky's willpower to remain in the half-canine and half-human state awed her. The head of his cock bumped her cervix and became so swollen she thought she'd split. Lucky's orgasm loomed with hers. His self-control had improved immeasurably since his first shift with her. He threw back his head and howled to the coffered ceiling. Even so, his hand moved to expertly thumb her clit.
Now Charm howled in turn, her fingers clutching convulsively at the edge of the table, and barely hung on to her sanity. Her pussy tried to turn inside out, with Charm along for the ride. She let it try, glorying in the truth to the axiom that honeymoon sex was the best romp in the world.
The table wobbled ominously, and they ignored the warning, too caught up to care if the whole hotel collapsed. Lucky grabbed the sculpted edges, right over Charm's hands, panting. His lupine gold eyes were hazed, but returning slowly to their usual crystalline blue. “Oh—pant—my—pant—God. I love you.” He pulled out, but couldn't seem to do more than that.
He'd slain her. By the simple act of taking over and showing her his love via his nearly complete transformation, he'd proven it without words. Then he'd given her the words as a bonus. Charm's heart exploded with joy, even while she tried to regain enough breath to return the endearment. “I..."
The phone rang, playing a jaunty tune. Lucky reached the speaker button built into the wall just above her head. His voice was a low, threatening growl. “Yes?"
An audible gulp issued from the speaker, but the male caller persevered. “Hey, this is your next door neighbor in 1203. Um... that sex was so good, we both just popped champagne in your honor. Can we come share it with you?"
A masculine giggle, quite unlike the first voice, protested. “Jeff!"
Completely nonplussed, Lucky just stared at the speaker grille. His elongated jaw fell open as it slowly receded back to its normal chiseled human shape.
Charm snickered. “No!” She reached up to turn off the speaker, but the table gave one final screeching protest, and the legs snapped off, plummeting her to Lucky's feet. “Ouch!"
"Ooo, that had to hurt! Break the bed?” the caller, presumably Jeff, sympathized.
Lucky regained his aplomb. “No, the table. Excuse me while I pick splinters out of my wife's butt. Good night.” He jabbed the speaker button.
Charm bounced to her feet, no mean trick in her red boots. Since Lucky hadn't moved more than a foot, this put her nose to nose with her werefolk mate. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. I love you too, Fur Face."
Lucky chuckled and drew her close. “Thanks to you, I'm a Faux Paws no more."
His wife snuggled close. “Yeah. Let's see if we can break the bed next."
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Night Critters: Paws to Heal
Lena Austin
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Two were-dogs welcome the return of their former lover back into their arms after being enemy packs for so long. Duke, Katriena, and Eduardo must pause to heal the breach and bring the were-canines and lupines together.
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Paws to Heal
The two Alphas circled each other warily, hackles raised and eyes gleaming golden in the moonlight. A beautiful female, her eyes demonically red, lounged casually in the hollow of an oak's roots. This wasn't her fight. They'd have to work their differences out on their own. Then, it would be her turn. She knew she was the prize.
The large, graying wolf stepped carefully in the sand. He was new to this idea of sharing power, after managing his pack alone for over thirty years. His muscles bunched and moved fluidly, something the female appreciated.
The brown Chihuahua curled his lip and kept an unflinching eye on the wolf, no matter how the big fellow paced. He would not give up, despite the size difference. There was more than his love life at stake here, as far as he was concerned. He didn't like sharing.
Katriena studied the two with an indulgent smile. Tonight was her night, and she reveled in the anticipation. Still, she had to teach the males their place. “Oh, get on with it, you two! I'm perishing for a cup of coffee while you two get off on your testosterone poisoning."
Both males leapt into the air, whirled, and came down side by side. They studied her, now in naked human form, an enticement despite being past her prime by a few years. Her breasts were still lush and full, her flat belly showing no sign of any litters past, though all knew there'd been some. Katriena prided herself on keeping in shape. Her black hair, ice blue eyes and white skin celebrated her true form—that of an exotic Siberian Husky.
The Chihuahua shifted first, revealing a short, naked man with brown skin, thick black hair, and large brown eyes. He crossed his burly arms over his chest. “Sorry, baby. I'm still not used to sharing."
"Nor I.” The big gray wolf had shifted to a tall, naked man with a lean body and a mane of black and gray hair.
Katriena rose gracefully from her improvised throne and sauntered over to take a firm bicep of each male. She hid her shiver of delight at the quivering male flesh and gave both of them a mild shake. “This isn't about us, you morons. Let's fuck and seal the breach between our packs.” A jerk of her head indicated the luxuriously large campsite awaiting them.
Eduardo, the short man, reached out and pulled her to them both. He was the first to bury his face in her right shoulder and nibble. “I'll try."
Not to be outdone, Duke wrapped one arm around Eduardo for balance and pulled Katriena closer to him as well. Deep pain welled up in his voice. “So long. It's been so long."
Katriena soothed Duke's emotions as best she could by stroking his silky hair. “I know. Ever since Deborah's death, you've led your pack alone. I'm sorry."
Eduardo, his eyes full of sympathy for his old friend, was the first to make the tentative move that would heal them all. He turned to nibble gently on Duke's pectoral muscle, just under the nipple. The move had always pleased Duke when they'd played together in college, just the three of them.
Duke moaned softly. “You remember."
Katriena joined her husband's ministrations on the other nipple of Duke's chest. Her heart ached for poor Duke, widowed and alone for over twenty years and too prideful to admit to his pack he was the lover of “mere” were-dogs. “We never forgot, silly wolf."
"You forgot us, mi lobo.” Eduardo tugged his friend and wife toward the tent and the soft padding inside made for amorous adventures.
Duke allowed them to lead him to the tent, his steps alternately eager and hesitant. “I missed you both so much. I'm so sorry my pride made a fool of me."
Katriena took the opportunity to turn everyone around, with her in the middle to guide her two Alphas safely. She smiled to herself. Wasn't that her job in a nutshell as Alpha Bitch? To guide the Alpha—or in this case, Alphas—toward their goals? Her nipples crinkled and her sex moistened. Tonight's goal was the healing of the breach between the Englemann Pack of were-dogs and the Thornburn Pack of were-wolves.
As if on cue, howls and barks of joyous play sounded from the valley below. Tonight, every member of both packs sought the partners of their choice for a night of amorous healing. Wolf and dog would join for the greater good of both packs.
Duke swallowed once and stepped through the tent's doorway. He didn't smell of fear, but of lust mixed with an indefinable conflict. Those same emotions also whitened his eyes. No, there wasn't terror, but perhaps the restraint of long habit in maintaining appearances.
Eduardo, ever the practical one even when his passions were engaged, loosened his hold on Duke and knelt to check on the contents of their toy basket. He grinningly held up a bottle of chocolate-flavored lube. “For you, my friend. I remembered you liked this one best."
Katriena shook her head, chagrined. Her darling mate of over thirty years was so thoughtful, yet so blunt. He could not understand how Duke had played the role of the perfect pure wolf for so long. Poor Duke. Returning to the free-wheeling ways of a were-dog would be doubly hard for him. She tugged gently on Duke's arm until he willingly went down with her on the well-cushioned floor.
Duke caressed her hair and even became emboldened enough to give Eduardo a nuzzle. “Did I ever thank you two for keeping quiet about me? You could have destroyed me with a few choice words in the right ears."
Eduardo and Katriena had kept their silence about the truth of his birth, and had been proud of his status of respected pack leader. Eduardo grinned and nipped Duke's shoulder playfully. “We'd seen no reason to destroy such a good leader, even when the occasional conflict arose. You tempted me once or twice with your excellent strategies."
"Ow! Rotten little twerp.” Duke laughed heartily and pinned Eduardo to the pillows in a swift move. “I could say the same choice nasty words about that Dover Lake strategy you pulled.” He bent to nibble on Eduardo's barrel chest.
Katriena could have become jealous, but instead she took their play in good humor. A naked bitch kneeling on the cushions awaited the attention of two lusty were-dogs. “Hey! What about me?"
They looked at each other, and Katriena easily envisioned a form of telepathy passing between them. Perhaps it was some language only males spoke.
Nonetheless, Katriena was on her back with each man beside her in two wags of a tail. Each was quick to find a tit to his liking, and she happily grabbed two handfuls of silky, if graying, hair to sift between her fingers. “Whoever says a bitch can't have everything doesn't know how to shop!"
Eduardo nipped her left breast for that comment, but Katriena doubted he was annoyed in the slightest.
Duke let go of the nipple he'd been working on. His eyes glittered golden for a moment. “Hey, Alpha Bitch. Want a moustache ride? It'll only cost you the rest of your life wrangling two Alphas instead of one."
Katriena pretended to consider the offer, but all three of them knew she wouldn't be in the tent if she'd not already considered the consequences of a night of lusty menage with the lovers of her youth. “A bargain at any price! I'll take that deal."
Eduardo released her breast and swatted her ass while Katriena rose to her knees. “You already did. Mount up, my little snow demon."
Duke rolled over onto his back and pointed to his lips. His voice was full of humor. “Yeah, what he said."
The giggle of a young girl bubbled out of her and Katriena startled at the sound. Perhaps she'd had too many years of being the elegant and sophisticated Alpha Bitch. Definitely she needed a romp and a treat. “I want a sausage treat.” Hurriedly, Katriena clambered up to sit on Duke's face and bent forward to get a mouthful of his cock.
