heart pounding a staccato beat.
Werewolves Kill Rapists, Spare Victim.
The photo covered the top half of the front page with the snarling visage of a rabid wolf superimposed over the grainy black and white. Keisha recognized it immediately and knew it must be a picture from the police files. The faces and torn throats of the men were obscured, but it was obvious they’d been badly mutilated before they died. There was little to identify the location. She didn’t need any more than this.
Keisha would never, not for the rest of her life, forget the filthy apartment where three men died an unspeakable death.
The same place where Keisha Rialto lost her soul.
* * *
Alexandria Olanet stretched herself awake, eyes narrowing against the bright sunlight streaming through the window blinds. She reached for the man beside her and found thick, coarse fur, instead. The huge wolf raised his head, amber eyes twinkling in the morning light. With a wide yawn, he rolled over on his back and stretched.
Front legs rippled and took form, becoming hands, back legs lengthened, shifted until they were sleek and muscular with long, narrow feet. Finally, the wolven head slowly morphed into the human visage of the man Xandi loved most of all.
She leaned over and placed a very chaste kiss on Stefan Aragat’s lips, a kiss that shifted, just as his body had done so easily, into something deeper, more sensual.
Something hungry and demanding. Stefan’s lips were warm and mobile beneath hers, his tongue searching, exploring the space between her lips and teeth, tangling with her tongue and finding a rhythm that mimicked the lovemaking that had kept them busy most of the night.
Busy with Anton.
Xandi pulled slowly away from Stefan. “Where’s Anton?”
“I’m here.”
Both Stefan and Xandi turned as one. Anton lounged in the open door, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, his soft denim jeans hugging his slim hips and muscular thighs. He held a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, a newspaper in the other.
Xandi rose up on one elbow and smiled. “You’re up early.”
Stefan leaned over and nipped her shoulder. “Why don’t you join us?”
“Please, Anton?” Xandi held her hand out to the wizard.
He hesitated a moment, then shook his head and smiled with the expression of a man who has willingly lost his battle. He set his coffee and the newspaper on the bedside table, slowly eased out of his shirt, then unzipped his jeans and slipped them down over his hips.
Xandi licked her lips as his dark thatch of pubic hair came into view, then the solid length of his partially erect cock. Damn… so beautiful! His body was all silk and steel, smooth skin over taut muscles, the body of a predator.
She’d tasted him last night. She’d tasted Stefan as well, two men of very similar appearances but totally different flavors. Stefan was fire and hot spice while Anton reminded her of dark forests and musky woods.
Anton discarded his pants and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over Xandi’s shoulder and kissed Stefan, but his palm found Xandi’s breast and his stroking fingers brought her nipple to a tight peak. Xandi reached for Anton’s growing cock, sighed and lay back against the cool sheets, sandwiched between her men.
Anton’s tongue tested Stefan’s smooth lower lip then found entrance into the hot, wet cave of his mouth. Alexandria’s breast filled his palm, her hands were doing wondrous things to his cock and balls and Stefan’s tongue dueled gently with his.
He tried to recall what had brought him into the bedroom in the first place, but Stefan’s hand suddenly found his ass, squeezing him hard, drawing his body closer to Alexandria’s. She tilted her hips just so, her grasp on his cock tightened and he shifted just enough to help her guide him into her warm pussy.
Her mouth found his nipple and she suckled, hard, nipping him almost to the point of pain. Stefan broke their kiss just as Anton felt her soft gasp
Werewolves Kill Rapists, Spare Victim.
The photo covered the top half of the front page with the snarling visage of a rabid wolf superimposed over the grainy black and white. Keisha recognized it immediately and knew it must be a picture from the police files. The faces and torn throats of the men were obscured, but it was obvious they’d been badly mutilated before they died. There was little to identify the location. She didn’t need any more than this.
Keisha would never, not for the rest of her life, forget the filthy apartment where three men died an unspeakable death.
The same place where Keisha Rialto lost her soul.
* * *
Alexandria Olanet stretched herself awake, eyes narrowing against the bright sunlight streaming through the window blinds. She reached for the man beside her and found thick, coarse fur, instead. The huge wolf raised his head, amber eyes twinkling in the morning light. With a wide yawn, he rolled over on his back and stretched.
Front legs rippled and took form, becoming hands, back legs lengthened, shifted until they were sleek and muscular with long, narrow feet. Finally, the wolven head slowly morphed into the human visage of the man Xandi loved most of all.
She leaned over and placed a very chaste kiss on Stefan Aragat’s lips, a kiss that shifted, just as his body had done so easily, into something deeper, more sensual.
Something hungry and demanding. Stefan’s lips were warm and mobile beneath hers, his tongue searching, exploring the space between her lips and teeth, tangling with her tongue and finding a rhythm that mimicked the lovemaking that had kept them busy most of the night.
Busy with Anton.
Xandi pulled slowly away from Stefan. “Where’s Anton?”
“I’m here.”
Both Stefan and Xandi turned as one. Anton lounged in the open door, his shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, his soft denim jeans hugging his slim hips and muscular thighs. He held a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, a newspaper in the other.
Xandi rose up on one elbow and smiled. “You’re up early.”
Stefan leaned over and nipped her shoulder. “Why don’t you join us?”
“Please, Anton?” Xandi held her hand out to the wizard.
He hesitated a moment, then shook his head and smiled with the expression of a man who has willingly lost his battle. He set his coffee and the newspaper on the bedside table, slowly eased out of his shirt, then unzipped his jeans and slipped them down over his hips.
Xandi licked her lips as his dark thatch of pubic hair came into view, then the solid length of his partially erect cock. Damn… so beautiful! His body was all silk and steel, smooth skin over taut muscles, the body of a predator.
She’d tasted him last night. She’d tasted Stefan as well, two men of very similar appearances but totally different flavors. Stefan was fire and hot spice while Anton reminded her of dark forests and musky woods.
Anton discarded his pants and sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over Xandi’s shoulder and kissed Stefan, but his palm found Xandi’s breast and his stroking fingers brought her nipple to a tight peak. Xandi reached for Anton’s growing cock, sighed and lay back against the cool sheets, sandwiched between her men.
Anton’s tongue tested Stefan’s smooth lower lip then found entrance into the hot, wet cave of his mouth. Alexandria’s breast filled his palm, her hands were doing wondrous things to his cock and balls and Stefan’s tongue dueled gently with his.
He tried to recall what had brought him into the bedroom in the first place, but Stefan’s hand suddenly found his ass, squeezing him hard, drawing his body closer to Alexandria’s. She tilted her hips just so, her grasp on his cock tightened and he shifted just enough to help her guide him into her warm pussy.
Her mouth found his nipple and she suckled, hard, nipping him almost to the point of pain. Stefan broke their kiss just as Anton felt her soft gasp
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