Pack, page 12
Black silky hair is all over my face, my own hair. I feel the press of his body against mine, the thickness of him in mine, as he moves inside me, his urgency becoming faster, harder. “Bg,” Paris says softly as he keeps rocking me, his cock slipping in and out of me. My body temperature rises and I stir against him. As I lazily brush my hair back off my face. My eyes open slowly and I notice two things at once.
Addison is standing topless in jeans and bare foot in our bedroom, looking at me. His shirt in his hands. His breathing is shallow, controlled and soft. His entire upper body looks tense and his lower body….his erection is prominent and his hands are by his sides, stock still.
I can see Paris’s arms around my breasts, squashing them to me, hiding them from Addison’s eyesight. His other hand is cupping my sex, our bed sheet, crumpled below my mid thigh, leaving me utterly exposed in the bed, save for Paris’s hands censoring parts of me. How long has Addison been watching us? I didn’t hear him come in because the night before activities have allowed me to fall into my first full, fitful sleep in a week and a half.
My mouth drops open and I sigh. I’m back with Paris again and he is making love to me, again and all I can bring myself to care about is how good it damn well feels. My eyes glaze and look back up at Addison who is watching the way we move together, intently.
“It’s my turn to take one for the team.” He mutters at me with a little smile at the corner of his mouth.
Oh I get it now. Why Addison is watching Paris and me have sex in his guest bedroom. Paris is punishing Addison now. With the whole, look but don’t touch kind of message. He’s doing what he wanted to do last night. He said he wanted to do as much. To display in front of his best friend and let him know what he could not have. I feel Paris’s mouth smile against my back shoulder.
“Addison wants to know,” Paris says softly lifting his mouth to my ear. “What we should do today? How we should start today off?” I groan as he thrusts sharply into me on purpose. “You know, after all we discussed last night.” He picks up the pace on me and I bit my lip, damn him for feeling so good.
Addison’s eyes narrow in on my lip and then go back to my body, watching the way it moves with Paris in time. As he deepens his thrusting in me and I groan, my own hands going to his arms to help me hold on for the ride.
“I meant, what was the plan for where to go from here?” Addison growled back at him. “Whether you wanted us to continue the charade for now and keep you out of sight or not.”
Paris grunts as he starts picking up speed and moving his fingers over my clit. Paris’s arm drops from my breasts so his fingers can dig into my hip as he starts slamming me hard and I start making a lot of joyful noise in return.
My fingers are gripping the bed sheet underneath me as I feel my orgasm start to peak. Addison’s fallen silent again, he’s still standing there, watching us. His eyes are filled with lust and he’s staring at my bouncing breasts. My eyes drop to his erection, straining against his jeans. He’s rock hard and he hasn’t done a thing to relieve himself. He’s being a good werewolf and taking his punishment like a man.
Paris’s hand drops away from my sex and Addison’s eyes flick to it immediately, his nostrils flare. The whole room smells like sex. Everyone in here is turned on. I feel the familiar tell tale signs of Paris’s orgasm about to claim him and yet I’m still peaking and he’s not helping me climb anymore to my destination of oblivion. I’m still being punished, he won’t let me come. At least, he’s denying me in front of Addison, so maybe it’s his final act. Not allowing me to come or Addison to see me come. Addison lets a low mewl escape his lips. He’s watching me as I try to get through this. I’m gasping as Paris comes hard and buries his face into my neck, silently shaking and vibrating into my skin with the after shock of his body and mine together. Addison looks at me and over my shoulder at Paris.
“So that’d be a resounding no then.” Addison growls at Paris, adjusting himself in his jeans quickly and flicking the shirt as he walks back out of the bedroom again. Paris relaxes behind me, holding me tightly to him again.
We both hear a door slam loudly somewhere in the house after Addison’s exit. I wonder if Addison’s pissed about not getting to join us or his release, or maybe even mine. I sigh heavily, feeling Paris chest breathing syncs in time with my own as we breathe together. His chest to my back.
“I thought maybe after last night, we were good again.” I mutter softly, tracing my fingers over Paris’s arm that is wrapped around my waist.
“We are.” Paris replies kissing the back of my neck in response.
“So me not coming, or being allowed to come was part of Addison’s punishment then, not mine?” The though is out before I can stop myself. Which leads my now awakened brain into another interesting thought. “Have you and Addison shared women before? Done threesomes, that kind of thing?”
Paris sighs heavily and his arm slides back off my waist and he pulls out of me slowly. “Do you really want an answer to that B?” He asks me seriously as he moves away from me in the bed. I look over my shoulder as he rolls onto his side and out of the bed. I guess, I just got one by his non committal answer really.
Which makes me wonder about the woman they’d have shared between them. Wonder if they ever had to discuss who had dibs on me. Addison did not seem pleased when he stormed out of here. Sexual frustration and the werewolf do not go well together, add and alpha to that mix and it can potentially be rather bad. Paris of course, would know that. So what he did to Addison, demanded of him by allowing him to watch, not touch himself or us, was really, really mean and somewhat dangerous.
I can see them being a dangerous duo together that would seriously attract a large number of willing female werewolves to their bed. Beds. More than likely they never took the werewolves to bed, that would seem too normal, and ordinary. Too human. Paris would never drag a bitch in heat back to his place and do that with Addison. Maybe they did it in the clubs. Maybe they did it in the wild. Maybe they…
A werewolf threesome with Addison and Paris would be extraordinary. I’m beginning to get jealous about things I don’t even know about. Fully. Hints, more hints and barriers. Could I possibly be any more my own worst enemy? I know how sexual my pack mate is.
“Did you ever take women back to your place?” I blurt out with a new thought entering my head. Paris’s head snaps around to look at me.
“Why are you asking this stuff again? I thought we had this, you know, out and sorted after last night.”
“The day you disappeared and I was knocked out, when I came too, there were a lot of bystanders around. Addison and Jules had gotten the werewolves they needed to start figuring out what to do. I was taken into your place to sit down and recover and a female werewolf, I don’t know her I don’t think, but she seemed to be Maen pack, she was helping me.”
“She didn’t say her name?” Paris asked curiously.
“No. But I remember her because when she was asked to look after me, she walked through your place like she knew it, headed straight to the bathroom for the pain killer tablets for me. And I remember thinking, how does she know where to go? Or that you even have any tablets?”
“I don’t.” Paris states seriously putting his hands on his hips. I stare at him hard. I should’ve known that. Any time I’ve ever been injured around Paris or healing at his house, and in his care, we’ve never used human medicine. I’ve shape shifted or he’s helped me shape shift. I’ve never so much as had a headache tablet from him. How did I not think of that before?
“Do you remember what she looked like?” Paris asks me. I think about it for a moment. “No, not really. I just remember that she was a she and I wasn’t exactly paying attention to her, given what had just happened.”
“What about the tablets she gave you?”
“I don’t know, they were just plain white, in a small silver bubble packet. “I figured they were Aspirin. Shitty Aspirin, because they didn’t seem to do much to get rid of the pain in me at all.” Paris looks around the room again, what he is looking for I have no idea. “But you know, it was lunar week so I doubt any human medicine would’ve done much at that point.”
I lay flat on my back and watch a naked Paris move about the room. And all I want to do is forget about last week and think about the here and now, and how beautiful he is naked before me.
Paris has a terrific ass, taunt and high. A strong back that is perfect for dragging nails down and then digging into that ass and holding on for dear life. I sigh, settling in amongst the pillows on the bed and Paris turns around, his eyes narrowing back on me.
“Little wolf” He murmurs at me with a slight smile of mischief to his face. “I can practically smell your arousal all the way from over here.” He turns around fully to face me and I look him over. He’s glorious, smooth skin, defined and hard muscles. And a cock that is already stirring back to life as I just take him in.
“You know what we need?” I say lazily, visually dissecting the areas on his I want to bite, kiss, lick and suck separately. Paris raises an eyebrow at me. “We need you and me time, just us. Quality time. No pack, no Addison, no kidnappers. Just us.” I state letting my tongue wet my bottom lip.
His cock is hard again and my body feels perfectly sated, relaxed and rested. Not even sore or over used from all that we’ve done in the last few hours of the night and early morning. It’s like I can’t get enough of him all of sudden. I guess that’s no surprise really, when he was gone I felt like a part of me was gone too. Missing in absentia.
“That does sound good.” Paris replies to me still staying where he is, allowing me to visually lust after him. That smooth skin deserves my mouth, my body, all over it. Completely engulfing it. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to pounce on you again and we’ll never leave this room.” Paris mutters huskily at me.
I can’t help but appreciate the beauty of him. He’s so magnificent and…smooth skin…his bruises are gone. I sit up in bed and move across the bed, scrambling quickly out of it.
“What?” Paris asks taken by the change in my manner.
“You’re bruises, they’re all gone.” I mutter to myself more than him as I hop off the bed and circle him, inspecting his body again, but now for different reasons. Those nasty looking bruises on him. The ones that marked him so suddenly and without real reason for them to show so easily. They’re just gone again.
“I know it’s been a week and a bit but…” I trail off as my brain races. “The way you got them, shouldn’t have happened either…it was weird. So going on that, I’d presumed after your kidnappers got a hold of you they’d do more violence to you.” I stand in front of him and look up at Paris, frowning.
“I was forced to shape shift.” He says looking down at me, which explains why they’re gone. Bruises are nothing to get rid of from a single shape shift.
“Forced y?” I mutter softly taking his hand.
Paris shrugs his shoulders. “I wasn’t going to do anything they wanted willingly, even to benefit myself.” Sounds like he’s saying more than that just because he’s a stubborn alpha male.
“Because it would also, benefit them, right? “ Paris drops my hand and looks around the room for his clothes. Which aren’t in here. I watch him move silently. “Paris,” I stop him and put my hands on his face. What did they do to him? I can’t even begin to imagine. Well okay I can and it’s not a place I want to go to when I think of werewolves in the hands of those at Plum Island. Because I’ve heard so many horrific and terrifying stories form there and now, it appears, there is truth to them.
“Please, tell me what happened to you. I want to help.” Paris stills and he looks at me softly before leaning forward and planting a kiss on my forehead. “I’m hungry.” And that’s as much as I’m getting out of him for now.
Of course he is, what werewolf wouldn’t be after the sex-a-thon we’ve been through? The thought alone makes my tummy rumble in response. I look around the room and grab the bed sheet and wrap it around myself.
“I think all my stuff is in the hallway, or maybe the bathroom.”
“Wait here, I’ll get it.” Paris says walking out of the room in search of our clothing.
Once we’re dressed, we head to the kitchen for breakfast, all the while the sound of a shower can be heard. Paris and I practically clear out Addison’s fridge of all it’s food contents. I can’t help but study Paris as he moves around the kitchen, I’m mentally cataloguing everything about him, is he hungry enough? Is he thirsty? How thirsty? As if how he is now will give me some insight into his ordeal. Or those that went after him.
“Where do you think we should go?” Paris asks before biting into his forth bit of toast.
I blink quickly and look at him. “Go? Where?” What is he talking about?
“Exactly. You said we should have some quality time together so, how about we go somewhere. Just you and me, get away from all this for awhile.”
I tilt my head looking at Paris. Is this normal behaviour for someone who’s just been kidnapped and held against their will for a week and a bit? “Um, I don’t know.” I’m a bit thrown by his behaviour. He’s still so contained and controlled. Which is a very Paris way to behave. It’s normal actually. Maybe he’s just trying to be normal around me. Or he just wants normal, so I should make sure he has normal, now that he’s back.
“What about The Hampton’s?” He asks crunching into his toast again. “We could just take off today, just grab your bag and go up to the house up there.”
“Change of clothes would be nice can’t we swing by the apartment and get some?” Paris shakes his head and finishes swallowing his toast.
“Anything we need, we’ll just buy it up there or on the way. Just grab you’re bag and I’ll brief Addison and we are out of here.”
“Transport?” I ask sipping my coffee. “Or are we nicking Addison’s car?” Paris frowns in thought.
“Hell no I’m not driving his piece of crap car.” He says as the shower stops running and we both look towards the open kitchen doorway. “I’ll get a car service to collect us.” He says patting his pants pockets down, clearly trying to locate his cell phone. “Shit.”
Shit indeed. His cell phone is missing, which means there could be all kinds of things on it that might be of benefit to those that kidnapped him and of a danger to The Manhattan Maen werewolf pack in general. Paris like the rest of the boys and even me and the Breukelen hierarchy, practically lives off his cell phone.
“Um, it’s okay, we can get onto the net and get onto your cell phone provider and put a couple of road blocks up on the phone service that would prevent them from…Wait, we could track it.” I say putting my coffee cup down.
“What?”
“We can track the cell phone from the internet. It’ll have GPS in it. All new cell phones after two thousand were made with GPS tracking. It doesn’t even have to be in use. It just has to be powered on.”
Paris looks at me like I’m either a genius or utterly mad. Perhaps a mad genius. “How do you know this?”
“I read it somewhere and I once asked a cell phone sales person about it and they confirmed that it was true.” I say and then have another realization. “Why didn’t I think of that when you were taken?” the words are a whisper. “We could’ve found you before they’d even left the city limits.”
Paris looks at me softly. “Do you know who my cell phone provider is?”
“No.”
“So you couldn’t have done that.”
“But I could’ve searched through your mail, your bills for that information.”
“And what if I receive my bills online? Do you remember ever seeing piles of paperwork related to household bills at my place ever?” He asks me just as quickly as I answer him.
“No, but…”
“Do you know my passwords for my laptop?” He keeps asking me.
“No.” I answer frowning now.
“So you couldn’t have done it. Do not beat yourself up over this, you did what you could. All of you did, I know that.” I look at him disappointed. But it wasn’t enough was it? They had him for all that time and we, his werewolf pack did not. It should never have happened to him.
“Okay, so we can do that but I’m not sure what that gets us exactly. I mean, I’m pretty sure I know where I was and where I have no desire to return to again. It was Plum Island.” Paris carries on as I walk around to him and slid my arms around his waist.
“We might find a who at the end of the where.” I stretch up on my toes and kiss him. “And then we get to deal with them. Our way, the werewolf way.” Paris kisses me back deeply. His tongue slides into my mouth and tastes me as I mould into his body. We’re deep into our kiss when Addison enters the kitchen and sighs heavily with annoyance.
“Please stop that, at least for five minutes.” He grumbles at us, walking into the kitchen and straight to the cupboard housing the coffee mugs. “I just had a cold shower for twenty minutes.” Paris and I pull apart and I try not to laugh at Addison’s grumpy mood. Paris is smiling broadly at his best friend. Addison stares back at him “Smug bastard.” And a small twitch of his lips and he’s fighting the urge to smile back. It’s good to see everything is right between them again.
Paris coughs in an attempt to drown out a laugh and lets me go. “Bg remembers something interesting about the kidnapping day.” Addison looks at me expectantly.
I look at Paris, momentarily confused. “The woman, the tablets.” He prompts me.
“Oh right. When Jules brought me into the apartment after I came to, there was a female werewolf looking after me for a few minutes. She gave me some Aspirin from Paris’s apartment, I didn’t think anything of it at the time since I was semi-concussed and in a fair amount of pain.”
“Only I don’t have any Aspirin or medicine like that and she knew the layout of the apartment, headed straight to the bathroom like she was familiar with it.”
Addison looks at me surprised. “Who? What was her name?” I shrug my shoulders. “Shit.” He looks over at Paris and back at me. “Do you remember anything about her?”
