Starr, Ellen - Wolf's Passion [The Joined] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (18 page)

Jean-Paul wrapped an arm around Wolf’s waist as he rose up. He used the headboard of the bed to balance them. When he began to move, Wolf groaned. The tension in his body grew, building until his eyes rolled back and his balls drew up. He cried out as he reached orgasm.

Jean-Paul gasped something in French Wolf couldn’t understand. His dick swelled then spasmed inside Wolf as he came. They held each other as the aftershocks hit them. Jean-Paul withdrew as slowly as he’d entered, drawing out the last possible sensation. He lowered Wolf to the bed, kissing him. Wolf didn’t think he could move even if his life depended on it.

“
Tres fantastique
,
cher
,” Jean-Paul murmured then kissed Wolf again.

“Gods, that was incredible.” Wolf sighed, his eyes drifting shut.

“I see why Cora was forced to join you.” Jean-Paul rubbed Wolf’s belly. Wolf stretched then turned to gaze at him.

“We didn’t force her.” Wolf frowned. “We would never—”

“Of course not,
cher
. No one has forced Cora to anything she did not want to do in a very long time. But I quite see her reasoning.” He caressed Wolf’s cock, making it rise. “For this I might be tempted to join your Pack myself.” The amusement in Jean-Paul’s voice surprised Wolf.

“She told us she belonged to you.” Wolf knew little about any dominant and submissive lifestyle other than the basic Pack dynamics.

“Oh yes, and she manages me quite nicely, giving me only the control over her that she requires. You are honored she has placed herself in your hands. She is a treasure.” Jean-Paul traced a fingertip down Wolf’s belly.

Wolf did not miss the veiled threat in Jean-Paul’s words. “She is. We will get her back from Dolores—”

“This Dolores. I find myself not liking her in the least. She has reached out to harm one I care deeply for. I think I will have her blood.” The ice in Jean-Paul’s voice made Wolf shiver. Suddenly he had no desire to cross this soft-spoken man of Cora’s. He almost felt sorry for Dolores and her Pack.

“Jean-Paul—” Wolf broke off with a hiss of pleasure. Jean-Paul gave his cock a tug.

“But now I think it is your turn to fuck me,
cher
.”

“How—”

“Hard,
cher
, very hard. You may bite and claw. I will enjoy it.”

“Oh gods…”

* * * *

Jean-Paul sat at the kitchen table once more, sipping coffee while he watched Wolf fix his own cup. He ached pleasantly. He’d forgotten what sex with a Werewolf could be like. The young Alpha was extraordinary in bed. By fucking this beautiful creature he managed to keep Wolf from his attempt at martyring himself. Cora would be grateful, he was sure. Probably Wolf’s Pack mates would be as well.

Wolf stopped and looked at the back door. “Dale’s back.”

Jean-Paul followed Wolf’s gaze. A few seconds later he heard boot heels on the wooden porch, and then the door opened. Jean-Paul could not breathe for several heartbeats. It was almost like the day Cora walked into his office. The air around him felt charged with electricity.

“Jean-Paul, this is Dale.” Wolf came to the table and sat down. “Dale, this is Jean-Paul, Cora’s fiancé. Come sit down and tell us what you found.”

The young man froze, wary. Jean-Paul’s breath started once again. “I am charmed.” He watched the silent communication between Dale and his Alpha. “Yes, Cora told me what you all are. She neglected, however, to inform me of how beautiful you all are.”

Jean-Paul let his eyes travel over the gorgeous, sexy, creature before him, from the battered straw cowboy hat all the way down to the well-endowed crotch and the dusty boots with their spurs. His cock twitched.
Spurs
.
Yippee ki-yay indeed
.

Chapter Twenty-Eight:

The Challenge

They sat in the cafe waiting for their order to arrive. Wolf looked up when movement caught his attention. Two men came toward their table. He recognized them both all too well. Bill, Dolores’s Alpha, and Micah. Wolf glared at his part-time hand for several seconds before he acknowledged Bill with a low warning growl.

Bill unbuttoned his jacket. They all tensed, sensing Wolf’s wariness. The man raised his hands in a gesture of truce. Slowly, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small folded piece of paper, tossing it onto the table.

“We have something you want. Our price, along with the time and place. Don’t take too long to decide. Dolores is not a patient mistress.” He walked off.

Jean-Paul stared after Bill and Micah. “Who was that disagreeable man?”

“Dolores’s Alpha. He was one of the ones that chased Cora.” Wolf glanced at Jean-Paul. If he hadn’t known better, he’d swear the man’s eyes flashed red for a second. The hair on the back of Wolf’s neck rose.

“And the other?”

“Micah Holliday. One of our hands. Or he was, anyway.” The hardness in Jean-Paul’s face melted into a placid expression.

“Holliday. Interesting.” Jean-Paul picked up the paper, unfolding it. He read in silence, a puzzled expression coming over his face. He looked up at Wolf, taking a deep breath then letting it out slowly. “Indeed, they have Cora.”

“We knew that already.” Wolf pushed his hair back from his face with a gusty sigh.

“They want to trade.” Jean-Paul trailed off.

“Me for her.” Wolf’s eyes flashed with anger.

Jean-Paul nodded in confirmation. Dale’s low growl sounded in Wolf’s ears. Dale caught his arm in an iron grip. “You can’t—”

“The place?” Wolf asked, ignoring Dale’s tightening grip on his arm.

“Seven o'clock tomorrow at a place called The Ice House.” Jean-Paul gave Wolf an apologetic smile.

Wolf glanced at Dale, giving him a faint nod, acknowledging the pain in his eyes. Dale still had a grip on his now partially numb arm. “I think it’s time to go back to the ranch. We have plans to make.”

“They will not keep their word. You know this is true.” The light, casual tone of Jean-Paul’s voice surprised Wolf.

“You’re probably right, but what else can we do?” Wolf shrugged. He could hold his own in any fight, fair or dirty.

“I could simply pay this Dolores a visit and take Cora from her.” Jean-Paul examined his well-manicured fingernails.

“We can’t do that. The only way this works is if we take Cora back on neutral ground. We have a chance to shut Dolores down as long as we stay on the right side of council law.” Rafe gestured at the note. “Dolores has already broken the law. She’s pretty much fair game off her territory.”

“Ah, in that case let us go and make plans to, how do you say it, kick some fur ball ass?”

“Shit!” Dale swore, giving Wolf’s arm a shove as he let go. Wolf got up, walking toward the door. He heard the others get up and follow him.

They got in the truck for the long drive back to the ranch in silence.

* * * *

“The young one, Dale, I do not wish to see him hurt. I—” Jean-Paul began. Wolf held up his hand, cutting him off.

“Dale is deadlier than me and Rafe combined. Don’t let the shy, innocent cowboy act fool you.” Wolf shook his head. “I pity anyone who meets him when he’s angry.”

Jean-Paul watched Dale walking toward the barn. “Will he be all right?”

“I don’t know. I think he needs something we can’t provide.” Wolf turned a worried gaze on Jean-Paul. “Be careful if you follow him. Dale is dangerous.”

Jean-Paul smiled. “Perhaps that is what he needs most right now. To lash out. To be dangerous with someone he cannot hurt.”

“Dale was feral a long time. He doesn’t have the control I have.” Wolf blushed. Jean-Paul brushed his fingers over Wolf’s reddened cheek.

“
Cher
, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Your teeth and claws are very sharp, but you did not leave any permanent marks.” Wolf’s blush deepened. He grinned, ducking his head. “Now I will go and,” he paused for a heartbeat, “
speak
to young Dale.”

Wolf threw his hands up in exasperation. “Fine. He rips your dick off, don’t come crying to me.”

Jean-Paul laughed. “Danger is the spice of life,
cher
.”

“And
don’t
fuck each other stupid. We don’t have the time for anyone to be so screwed they can’t think straight.”

* * * *

Dale thought about the rough-around-the-edges love with Wolf and Rafe tying them together as Pack. He loved fucking his Pack. It always felt so good. He loved fucking Cora, too. She tasted so sweet and being inside her was so soft and hot. Sex, as far as it went, made him feel wonderful. But there was always something missing, something just out of reach he couldn’t put a name to.

He kicked at a rock. The need was strong, almost overwhelming. He needed to get away from everyone before he did something he’d regret. Cora soothed the burning inside him. He could be gentle with her, and best of all he could let her be gentle with him. It answered a need no one else ever managed to touch.

“
Cher
.” The softly accented voice startled Dale. He spun around to find Cora’s French lover standing a few feet from him.
How did he get so close?
Why didn’t I hear him?
Anger shot through Dale. He didn’t like being surprised like this. Surprises got a person killed in Old Town.

Jean-Paul walked closer until he was just inches from him. He leaned closer, brushing his fingertips over Dale’s cheek and down his neck. Dale froze. He’d seen a rabbit react like he did, right before a coyote snatched it up. The idea that Jean-Paul was a predator and he was the prey sent white-hot lust zinging through Dale. He saw violence in the man’s deep dark eyes.

Jean-Paul’s touch was something entirely different, soft, like a velvet glove. Dale shivered. His belly tightened. The touch gentled something deep inside him. Dale longed to come apart in this man’s hands.

“I want to make love to you,” the soft, French-accented voice whispered in his ear. Dale’s lips parted with a gasp. He nodded.

Fingertips traced trails of fire everywhere they touched. Dale closed his eyes as Jean-Paul’s fingers followed the outline of his erection.

“Do you have a favorite place where you go to find relief when none satisfies you?” Jean-Paul slid his hand between Dale’s legs, gently rubbing his balls through the denim of his jeans.

Dale licked his lips. “The creek. I go down by the creek.”

“Show me.”

Dale whined softly when Jean-Paul took his hand away. He reached for his crotch, to rub it, to continue what Jean-Paul stopped.

“No.” Jean-Paul’s sharp command was followed by Jean-Paul slapping his hand away. “You will do as I say.”

“Yes.” Dale couldn’t quite catch his breath. He didn’t remember ever being so turned on. He did as he was told, leading Jean-Paul to his secret place in the rocks beside the creek. He waited as Jean-Paul looked around, anxious for this man to approve.

“It will do. Give me your bandana.”

Dale pulled the large square of red cotton out of his pocket. He handed it to Jean-Paul. As he watched, Jean-Paul folded the bandana into a strip.

“There, go to the tree. Kneel.”

Dale did as was instructed. His belly tightened. Jean-Paul followed. He took Dale’s hands, binding them together then lifting his arms above his head until he was secured to a short branch. Jean-Paul unbuttoned Dale’s shirt, letting it hang open. He moved his hands over the young man’s skin. He unfastened Dale’s jeans, letting his hard cock spring free.