Finding Their Mate [Wolf Pack Mates 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 9

  She flipped her hair so it poured down her back then stuck her ass out even more, keeping her legs apart so they could still see her cunt. “A woman hates to be told her ass is too big. If she ever asks a man if her ass looks big in an outfit, the correct answer is no. No matter how fat her ass is, never tell her that.” Every time she used the word ass, Bianca waggled it at the men, arching her back, letting her hair slide over her skin, blinking innocent eyes at them, and giving them just a peek at her breasts from the side.

  Now she turned front-on to them again, and parted her pussy lips, holding herself open with both hands, before closing herself again, and touching her pussy hair. “I’ve been thinking about shaving my pussy. I’ve been told getting a Brazilian wax can hurt, but some men prefer a naked cunt. I know some women just have a neatly shaved landing strip, or even have their pussy hair shaved into a heart shape or something pretty, but I’ve been told a naked pussy means the sex is much more sensual for everyone involved. I might test that theory out. Have sex with and then without the hair, and see which I prefer.” Once again she stroked her pussy hair, then she slid a finger inside her slit and stroked up and down.

  “Maybe with no hair I’d be able to arouse myself more.” She pulled her finger out of her cunt and stuck it in her mouth, sucking up and down on it as if it were a cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked her finger, then flicked her tongue around the fingertip as if it were a cockhead.

  “Some women can suck their own tits, too.” Carefully she lifted up her breasts, bent her head right down, careful that her hair didn’t obscure their view, and licked her tongue over a nipple. Actually she couldn’t suck her breasts but she could—just—lick the nipple. She did it several times, then looked at the men. Both cocks were huge, hard, red and standing upright.

  Deliberately she looked them both in the face and said, “I’ve heard that some men can suck their own cocks, if they’re flexible enough.” She’d also heard that the boy at school who’d tried it had dislocated his neck doing it, but she wasn’t going to spoil her story by adding that piece of information.

  “Okay, little witch, that’s enough for now. Come over here and suck my cock and I’ll suck your nipples,” said Kyan.

  “Do I get to suck Aragon’s cock as well?”

  “Of course. And he can suck your cunt.”

  “Oooh, nice.” Bianca climbed up on the bed and pushed the men’s legs together. She sat over all four legs and began sucking cock. Two such very lovely cocks. Aragon was taller than Kyan and his body was longer all over, so his cock was also longer. Kyan’s hair, eyes, and skin were darker than Aragon’s, so his cock was a darker color too, which meant that now he was so aroused, his cockhead was a purplish red whereas Aragon’s was just red. They tasted different, as well. Kyan was definitely more spicy. Already he had a few drops of cum in the slit of his cock, and Bianca defined his primary taste as spiciness, which overpowered the slight saltiness in his seed. Whereas Aragon was a little spicy, but more earthy in flavor. His primary flavor was earthiness. She licked one, then the other, comparing their tastes as well as learning their cocks. She wanted to be able to recognize their cum at any time, just as she always knew which one of them was touching her.

  Their cocks were very engorged. Bianca was beginning to think she could bring them both to climax quite soon, when Kyan grabbed her hair, lifting her mouth off them. “Enough. Now we taste you.”

  Quickly the men rearranged themselves and Kyan was sucking her breasts while Aragon was sucking her pussy. Suddenly all her thoughts and plans vanished from her head as all she could think of was the wonderful way they were driving her insane with their fingers and mouths. Bites and licks, nibbles and slurps, wet lines being painted on her skin, and air huffed over them, were all too much for her. “Fuck me, dammit. I want to come,” she said.

  She was flipped onto her back and Aragon drove his cock inside her. It was a relief to be filled after all the teasing. Then Kyan held his cock at her mouth. She reached up and guided him inside her, then pushed her head farther back so she could take him deeper. Deeper and deeper she swallowed him down, all the while Aragon pounded in and out of her pussy until she scarcely knew what she was doing. Her nerve endings were on fire, and a ball of flame in her belly was a fast rising orgasm, about to burst from her very soon.

  Desperately, she scraped her teeth across Kyan’s cockhead, then she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, trying to bring him to completion before she totally lost control of her own actions. Aragon was twisting his hips around, dragging that very long cock over her pussy walls, and across her sweet spot. Almost sobbing with the need to come, Bianca fed Kyan’s cock back down her throat and hummed. She was just in time. Aragon pinched her clit and her climax exploded through her just as her mouth filled with Kyan’s cum. She wasn’t capable of thinking, but she did let him withdraw a little from her mouth so she could drag big breaths in and fill her lungs, before closing her lips around his shaft and licking him clean.

  She flicked her tongue along the ridge joining his shaft to his mushroom head, then dug the tip of her tongue into his slit to lick up the last of his seed, but that was all she could do. Her brain had ceased to function and her body was like Jell-O. She sank down into the mattress and hoped neither man bullied her into showering for a while.

  “When you move in with us we can sleep together all night. You won’t have to move at all,” Kyan whispered into her ear.

  She wanted to say that sounded wonderful, but felt there was a problem somewhere with the statement. “Later,” she mumbled.

  * * * *

  Aragon was still a bit intimidated by the combined planning meetings for the mating party at Wolf Central. It seemed to him that everyone there was big and important except him. He told himself he was there to support Bianca, and to represent the dozens of ordinary wolves who just wanted a mate, but that still didn’t help him to overcome the fear he’d say something truly stupid and everyone would laugh at him. So he concentrated on helping Bianca and keeping his mouth shut.

  This morning was easier than usual, as he had the day before’s wonderful sex with Bianca to remember. So many hours in her company, so many awesome orgasms, so many delightful little memories to dwell on. She was so very special, so absolutely precious. One smile from her was enough to make him happy all day.

  Of course the problem was they still didn’t have a venue for the event, and most people were getting grumpy about that, which meant they were blaming Bianca. Which was stupid as everyone was supposed to be helping find the venue. It wasn’t just up to her.

  They’d also spent a lot of time talking about security. Bianca had listed the problems they’d found with most venues they’d considered. Basically security was the issue every time. Oh sure, there were often other things as well, like sleazy slime ball managers, but security was still a major underlying factor. Except possibly at the Kabins and they were closed on the critical dates.

  A pompous wolf from another pack rapped the conference table and said, “This is just not good enough. Not good enough at all. Time is marching on and we need to start the registration process. We can’t do that without a locked-in venue. You’ll just have to work harder and find a venue, Bianca. Find one before our next meeting.”

  Aragon bristled at the personal attack on Bianca. It was not her fault. They were looking as hard as they could, and it wasn’t as if anyone else had found a place yet either. Then he had an idea.

  “We don’t need to lock in a venue yet at all. In fact, it might be better if we keep our destination secret for as a long as possible. Maybe even not tell anyone until they’ve passed all the registration stages, and then make them sign a confidentiality clause. That would be one way of protecting our people from attacks by unhappy wolves who weren’t accepted to attend. The fewer people who know where the event is being held, the less chance there is of word spreading and troublemakers coming to try to gatecrash the party.”

  “That’s an excellent idea
, Aragon,” said Zedekiah. “We should follow his advice. Make them sign a confidentiality clause as part of the acceptance procedure and only give them the address at the last minute. Almost no one will be arriving by airplane, so they don’t need to know where to come in advance to buy tickets. The vast majority will be driving, so if we say it’s so many miles or so many hours travel that’s all they need to know.”

  Kyan smiled at him and so did Bianca. Finally Aragon felt as if he belonged in this group. He’d actually had a genuine idea all of his own, and the Alpha’s son approved of it. Besides, anything that helped make the event safer had to be good.

  The conversation returned to other items on the agenda, but Aragon wasn’t paying much attention anymore. He was staring at Bianca, the woman he loved and adored with every fiber of his being. He knew Kyan was in love with her, too. He’d learned a lot about Kyan since they’d started being with Bianca. The Dom always put the pleasure and safety of his subs before his own happiness. He was willing to work hard and long to ensure their projects were successful.

  Aragon didn’t exactly love Kyan. Or—maybe he did, in a brotherly sort of way. If he’d had a brother, he would feel about him as he felt for Kyan. So, okay, maybe he did love Kyan, as well as loving Bianca. But it was Bianca who stirred his heart and his cock. Bianca who made his pulse pound and his mouth go dry with longing to be with her. She made his palms sweat and his heart ache with the need to keep her safe and ensure her happiness now and forever.

  As the pompous wolf had said, time was passing swiftly, and he and Kyan needed to tie Bianca to them before the party began. How could they do that? They’d told her they loved her. They’d done their best to demonstrate their love for her. They’d even asked her to be in an ongoing relationship with them, yet she was still holding back from a commitment. What more could they do? She had to make her mind up freely. It must be her own decision. But what more could they do? I hope Kyan knows what to do because I sure as hell don’t.

  * * * *

  Bianca was feeling guilty about her craft. She was spending so much of her free time lately with Aragon and Kyan that she wasn’t concentrating on her craft as much as she should have been. Fortunately all the things customers had ordered from her had been made and delivered, but she really needed some more promotional items to display at the craft market this weekend. So she arrived early to set her tables up in the hallway, and began working on some of her most popular lines.

  She took out a pile of black-and-red craft paper and began making spiders. For some reason boys liked such things at their parties. Girls went for butterflies and fairies, but boys preferred creepy things, although dinosaurs were also popular. She had orange and green paper with her as well to make some of them later.

  As always, customers were waiting when the doors officially opened for the craft market to begin. The early arrivals were almost always buyers, so Bianca kept her gaze on the crowd, only watching her fingers folding the paper when she had to.

  Her attention was attracted to a thin young woman with dirty-blonde hair. She was wearing slightly grubby jeans with a pale blue T-shirt, and had a small backpack with her. Her arms, though slender, were wiry and she looked reasonably strong, not frail, but also hesitant, unsure of herself. Bianca found herself wondering about the young woman. Was she an art student looking for ideas? Or just someone who’d never been to a craft market before? She certainly didn’t look like a craft market regular in the way she stared around the old school house. Or maybe she just liked old buildings and was attracted to the school house rather than the crafts for sale.

  The young woman disappeared into the craft market room and Bianca concentrated on finishing a few spiders. She’d make another half dozen then begin some dinosaurs. An older woman came to her table wanting prices for invitations for a fiftieth birthday party. Bianca happily showed various designs, and they agreed on what was wanted. The woman then asked for some hanging decorations as well, so Bianca was busy for a while working out what the woman would like. But at the end of their conversation she had a lovely big order to fulfill and was very pleased.

  From time to time during the day, Bianca saw the young woman in the pale blue T-shirt looking at her. After she’d finished the dinosaurs she waved the young woman to come to her. The girl jumped and startled, but came over rather tentatively. “Hi, I’m Bianca. Are you interested in paper craft? Do you make origami yourself?” she asked.

  “Oh no, no. I just came here because going to a craft market seemed such a wonderfully normal thing to do on a Saturday. Mostly my life isn’t all that normal, you know.”

  “Hell, yes, I can relate to that! I worked for minimum wage for years. My craft is much more fun than my old day job used to be.”

  “I wish I was artistic. The paintings and wall hangings in there are just amazing, and the way you fold a piece of paper into something beautiful is incredible. I wish I could do that.”

  “Would you like to learn? I could teach you something simple now,” asked Bianca

  “I can’t afford—I just came to look.”

  Bianca knew how hard it could be trying to live on minimum wage. It really could prevent a person from enjoying quite cheap and simple little luxuries. “This piece of paper has a bent corner. I’ll make something for you with it and you can have it. Which design would you like?” Bianca waved at the little pieces she made for clients and sold for a dollar. The paper itself didn’t cost a dollar. Mostly it was just that she wanted people to value her time and skills, and this particular piece of deep blue paper had gotten a crumpled corner for some reason so she couldn’t use it for something she would sell.

  The woman pointed to a cat and Bianca smiled. “I like that one.” She began by folding the paper long-ways and then over again, making the tail long and slightly curved, then the cat’s back arched. She folded and turned the paper a few more times, finishing with the ears and handed the tiny piece of art to the woman. “Enjoy,” she said.

  The woman seemed almost breathless. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

  Another client came to her table and once again Bianca was busy. The rest of the day passed quickly and with good sales. Even though the craft market had been running for several months, it was still attracting a lot of visitors each day, which Bianca knew was a great relief to Taige, Eve, and Ginnie, who’d established it. Bianca knew they’d worried that people would come once and then lose interest. But word of mouth was working and each weekend the crowds gathered, some people visiting again and bringing their friends, others completely new customers who’d heard about it and decided to have a look. Bianca knew Taige, who made jewelry, joked about having made a headpiece for the prom queens at almost every school in a fifty-mile radius. She meant it as a joke, but it did indicate people came from quite a distance to look at their displays, which was good news for them all.

  Eventually it was time to pack up. Bianca stored all her creations in Ziploc bags. She puffed air into the bags so the tiny pieces didn’t get crushed. Then the bags were placed inside a large roll-on suitcase. That meant she always had whatever she needed with her, and extra examples of her work for if she sold a lot of one particular item, as well as a place to store her colored craft paper.

  She said good-bye to Taige, Eve, and Ginnie, and to Malachi and Zircon, Ginnie’s partners, who’d been helping shift the furniture and run errands all day, and walked out to the parking lot. The coffee van was just pulling out of the parking lot, and the popcorn and cotton candy man had already left. The hot dog man was still putting his equipment away.

  “Hey, Bianca. Want a couple dogs? I’ve still got some left.”

  He handed them to her and brushed away her attempt to reach for her wallet. The picnic tables and benches were still sitting out in the sunshine. The men would put them away after they’d packed up inside. And sitting at the farthest table from the building was the woman in the blue T-shirt. Since she’d been given two hot dogs, Bianca walked over to her and handed her one. �
�Hungry? It’s been a long day.”

  “For me?” She looked almost shocked.

  “Of course. We might as well sit here and enjoy a snack before going home. The sunshine’s lovely after being inside all day.”

  “Oh yes. I hate winter and the snow. I hate having to be outside when it’s so cold.”

  “Do you work outside? What kind of work do you do?”

  “I’m not trained for anything. I didn’t finish high school. I just work at whatever job I can get. Waiting tables, stocking supermarket shelves at night.” She shrugged.

  Bianca wondered if she was working right now. She didn’t look as if she’d been working all night, and Saturday was a busy day both for stores and restaurants. “Are you between jobs at the moment?” she asked gently.

  “I’m on my way to visit my older brother. I haven’t seen him for quite a few years, but he used to love me, so I hope…”

  “Of course he’ll want to see you. You’re family.”

  “Yeah, well our family isn’t like that. When I was little, my dad loved me, and my mother, and both my brothers. But then the A—politics changed and he was out of a job and our lives changed. My older brother went one way and Mom and my other brother and I went another way. Now I want to find my big brother again.”

  Bianca wondered what she’d been about to say. Could it have been Alpha? Was she a wolf, too? Bianca drew in a big breath through her nose. She didn’t smell like a wolf and usually Bianca could tell. “I already told you my name is Bianca Phillips. What’s your name?”

  “Bethany. Bethany Rees. My brothers are Ben and David. It’s David I hope to find.”

  “Hope to find? Don’t you have his current address?”