Stretching the Rules Page 2

  He nuzzled for a second, then opened up to take Jonah’s fat prick between his lips. The flavor flooded Hank, threatened to overwhelm his senses. He rubbed his tongue along the underside, and Hank worked to bury his nose in Jonah’s heavy curls.

  “Damn, baby…” Jonah arched, pushing in deeper with a slow thrust, almost as if Jonah was dancing now. Liv moaned, her body rubbing his back.

  He blinked up against the spray of the shower to see Liv lean in, press her lips to Jonah’s. Hank moaned around the flesh in his mouth before closing his eyes and getting to work. Between them, they’d make Jonah forget about pack politics.

  Liv slid a hand under his chin, fingers finding Jonah’s balls, and their wolf howled for them.

  Hank swallowed hard, tugging the tip of Jonah’s cock into his throat.

  “He’s close, sweet. I can feel it in his balls.” Liv’s voice was like a drug, a deep purr.

  He could feel it in the way Jonah’s cock swelled, spread his lips just that much more. Yeah, he was close, so Hank let Jonah feel the tiniest sting of his teeth.

  “Pup!” A wild roar sounded and Jonah poured himself out, seed pulsing into his mouth.

  “Mmm. Smell that.” Liv stroked Hank’s cheek, the other hand on the back of his neck. “You’ve earned your fucking, sweet man.”

  He hummed and that made Jonah jerk, one last little bit of come sliding into Hank’s mouth. Yum. He did love how Jonah tasted.

  Jonah cupped his jaw, slowly pulled out of his lips. “Good boy.”

  “Please.” He rocked his hips, knees sliding on the wet tile. “Liv. Jonah. Please.”

  The water disappeared, Jonah yanking Hank up into a wild, toothy kiss. He wrapped his arms and legs around Jonah’s body, depending on that strength.

  Jonah drove them together, hips rolling as Liv wrapped her fingers around both of them.

  “So hard. I love that,” Liv said, stroking their skin.

  The touch made him keen, made his toes curl.

  “Take the ring off, Kit, so he can come for us. Then we can both focus on you.” Jonah had the best ideas.

  “Mmm.” Her nails dragged, tip-tapped across his cock.

  Hank arched up, making Jonah work to keep him upright.

  “Someone likes that,” Jonah chuckled, laughing at him. Evil man.

  “You both do,” Liv said. “You hold on tight, Jonah. I’m gonna make him crazy.”

  “I can’t wait, Kit.”

  “Me either.” Hank humped, already so desperate he thought he might explode. She tugged his balls down, hard.

  “When I say, pup.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Hank panted, feeling every touch of her fingers, every imprint of Jonah’s hands on his ass.

  She smiled for him, the look loving and fond, and it made his heart pound. She unhooked the ring around his cock then, and Hank almost lost his mind.

  It was Jonah’s hand that wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed, though, backing him off the edge.

  His legs shook, his fingers clinging to Jonah’s shoulders the way a lost climber clung to a ledge.

  “I got you, baby.”

  Liv reached behind him, turned the plug inside him, jostling it.

  “You can have anything you want,” Hank said. “Oh, God.”

  Jonah chuffed softly. “Goodness, Kit, you’re good.”

  “I am.” Liv said it confidently, no question. She stroked Hank, up and down, then moved the dildo inside him over and over.

  “Lady.” All he could do was gasp, grasp at Jonah with shaking hands. Jonah held him, never wavering, all that muscle tight and hard.

  “When I say, pup.”

  “Yes, ma’am. When you say.”

  “That’s it, baby. Wait for her command.” Jonah squeezed his cheeks, making the dildo scrape his hole.

  Hank cried out, eyes crossing as he fought for control.

  Then Liv slapped his cock, the head bouncing off her palm. “Now, Hank.”

  He howled, spunk spraying out of him, his balls throbbing almost painfully. So ramped up for so long, and now the relief made him sag, Jonah lowering him to the floor.

  “Mmm. Such a good little boy.”

  “Thank you.” The gratification was a delicious humiliation. He pressed his forehead to Jonah’s shoulder. “We need to please her now.”

  “God, yes.” Jonah gave him a lupine grin, toothy and wide.

  “Mmm.” Liv left them in the shower, grabbing a huge towel on the way out. “I’ll be on the chaise when you’re ready.”

  Their goddess. Their queen.

  Jonah’s eyes followed her. “Wicked girl.”

  “She’s perfect.” Hank went after her because they were all connected, his inner string tugged by her presence.

  She was draped over the chaise, her hair dangling behind her, wet silk flowing down to the floor. So beautiful, her skin shining like the cream she’d swum in earlier.

  “Where do you want me, Jonah?”

  “Between her legs, worshipping her with your mouth, baby.”

  “Thank you.” He was already salivating. Hank moved to kneel on the chaise, his hands on his lady’s calves. He could smell her—how wet she was, how much she wanted them. “Sweet woman.”

  “Sweet.” She laughed, a husky sound filled with lust. “That’s me. Get up here and lick, baby boy.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He crawled up between her legs, careful not to jostle. She hated that.

  Liv lifted her legs, settling them over his shoulders. The position let him see her, let her wet folds open for him.

  He leaned in, filling himself with her sweet scent before he traced a single line with his tongue, gathering her flavor. Roses and apples and musk.

  Hank lapped at her, pushing his tongue against her, wanting to please. Her clit was sensitive, so he spent a few long licks warming her up before he circled it, drew it into a sucking kiss.

  “Oh.” The tiny noise made his heart race, and her fingers curled in his hair, holding him where he was.

  Heat grew in Hank’s belly, just from knowing she was feeling him.

  Jonah, though, he was just watching. What the hell?

  Still, if that was what Jonah wanted, whatever. He was where he wanted to be. Hank moaned, licking, pressing his tongue inside Liv, trying to get more of her.

  He spread her wider, lapping furiously, rubbing her skin with his tongue. Liv petted him, loved him with her words and hands. Hank could hear Jonah moving, but he didn’t dare look up.

  Hank focused on the task at hand, at Olivia’s pretty pink folds and the way he made her thighs tremble.

  Then Jonah’s hand landed on his ass, the slap making him cry out, the sound muffled in Liv’s cunt. He wrapped his lips around her clit, pulling harder.

  “My boys,” Liv said, her voice all growl, all jaguar.

  “He’s gonna dance for us, Kit,” Jonah murmured, the slaps coming fast and hard.

  He keened, hips beginning to sway. Liv’s hands were in his hair, though, tugging, directing him. The pain and the pleasure mixed, tension building in his body.

  “Don’t stop, pup. Take me over the edge.”

  Hank gave a short nod, bending back to her sweet pussy. She was close; he felt it in her shaking muscles, in the way she squeezed closed around his tongue.

  He moaned, fingers sliding in to fuck her, press deep inside her.

  “Yes.” Hank felt her feet drumming on his back, a counterpoint to the spanking Jonah gave him.

  His ass burned, and when Jonah started on his thighs, he howled against her wetness. His body shook, his muscles jumping and twitching, and he wanted to bite, if nothing else to earn more punishment.

  He turned his head, bit Liv’s soft inner thigh.

  “Shit.” She arched up off the chaise, her body bending in a tight arc of pleasure.

  “Mmm. Such a good pup,” Jonah said.

  “Love you both.” Hank waited for Liv’s orgasm to grind to a halt. Then he leaned against her soft skin, breat
hing hard.

  “So fucking amazing together.” Jonah caressed his hot skin, hands so big they covered his ass cheeks completely.

  There was no way to stop moving, to stop his hips wagging. Jonah slapped one more time, and Hank thought his skin might break, but he knew it wouldn’t, knew he could take it.

  He could take anything they gave him. Everything. Eagerly.

  “I want to come home with you two. I’m around until Monday night,” Jonah said.

  Oh.

  Oh, three nights.

  They never got that much time with him.

  “Perfect.” Liv smiled for them, the cat with all the cream. Hank knew she was just as pleased as he was.

  “I thought so.” Jonah’s hand kept rubbing and massaging his tender ass. “Hank promised enchiladas.”

  “Did he? Are you cooking, pup?” Liv asked.

  “I am.” They would make him wear an apron, covering the front, leaving his ass open to their touches. It would drive him insane. “Tomorrow night.”

  “What are we having tonight?” Liv stretched, arms over her head, her breasts lifting.

  “Steaks. I didn’t know how long Jonah would be.”

  “Mmm.” Jonah bent to kiss his nape. “You’re good to me.”

  Oh. Oh, the touch made him shake all over. He arched, his ass pushing back. Hank knew he was such a slut.

  “Get dressed, Hank.” Liv tugged his hair, gently. “No briefs. I want you to feel the denim on your ass.”

  “The plug?” They would make him leave it in.

  “Mmm. We’ll trade it for a fatter one when we get home. You can cook for us then.”

  Jonah helped Hank to his feet. “I like the way you think, lady.”

  Jonah would like it.

  “Of course you do. Did you drive your motorcycle or your truck?”

  “The bike.” Jonah flexed a little.

  Hank groaned, and Liv hummed softly. “Now, the question is, what’s the most torture? Having our pup ride behind you or follow us in the car?”

  “I think he should follow in the car, Kit. He’ll have to watch this time.” Jonah kissed him, then held down a hand for Liv.

  “I love how you think, too.” Liv kissed Jonah lazily, hand sliding on Hank’s belly.

  Hank adored how both of them thought, but it was time to go home and start their long weekend. So he put on his pants. They had a bit of a drive ahead of them.

  Chapter Two

  The smell of bacon woke Olivia, and she stretched, purring deep in her chest. Oh, she loved that, waking up naked and sore with breakfast cooking.

  Loved it.

  Jonah lay next to her, so their busy coyote had to be making food. That was why Hank made such a good sub. He needed a job, had to stay busy.

  She reached out, fingers stroking through Jonah’s heavy mane of brown hair. He was nearly twice the size of Hank, broad shouldered and solid where Hank was quick and lean.

  Rumbling, Jonah blinked open those bright blue eyes then smiled for her. She so rarely got to see him first thing in the morning. His nostrils flared, either scenting her or the bacon.

  Her vote was the bacon.

  Boys, after all, loved their bacon.

  “Morning,” Jonah said, lips sliding on her skin.

  “Good morning, beloved.” She stretched, arching and rubbing alongside him. “Sleep well?”

  “I did. Better than I have in ages,” Jonah said. His heavy beard stubble scratched at her neck. She laughed and shoved him away.

  “Come. He’s cooking for us.” She knew how lucky they were, to have their sweet pup, their coyote Hank.

  “Mmm. I thought I smelled bacon, but who knew? Could be a new cologne.”

  “Totally bacon. Hank smells like…” She closed her eyes and pondered. “...wind?”

  “Wind and sand. High desert.” Jonah palmed her butt for a moment, his fingers squeezing, before he rose and pulled her along.

  She grabbed them both soft robes, following the scent of meat and bread and eggs.

  “Good morning, baby boy,” Jonah murmured, going to give Hank’s sweet ass a pat.

  “Good morning.” Hank looked up for a kiss, the long strawberry blond hair sliding on the lean back.

  Liv slid into her robe, nose working hard. Her men, food, her home. This was paradise.

  Hank made her a plate, brought it to her. “Good morning, lady.”

  “Hank.” She demanded a kiss, lips clinging to his. “Smells amazing.”

  “Thank you, love.” Hank stroked gentle fingers through her hair, petting her. His care humbled her, made her heart swell with pride for him.

  Then Hank brought Jonah a plate, a cup of coffee with light cream, sugar. Her coffee was mostly cream, no sugar. Hank liked his black with sugar. They had the three shades of coffee going on.

  Hank brought his plate over, his cup of coffee. The sweet ass still had a whisper of pink covering it. So pretty. She wanted a shot at Hank’s butt today.

  Then she wanted to watch Jonah fuck her sweet pup.

  Her lips curled, and she hid the smile in her coffee cup. No sense letting them know what she was thinking too soon.

  Hank hummed softly as he sat on the cushioned chair, then dug into his food.

  “Sore?” Jonah asked.

  “Tender, more than sore. Tingly.”

  “Oh, good. I have plans.” She tapped her finger on the back of Hank’s hand.

  She did love watching her pup glow for her.

  “Do you, lady?” Hank asked.

  “I do. They all involve your ass.”

  Jonah hooted with laughter. “I like it.”

  “My poor tush.”

  “It begs for a beating.” Jonah kissed her cheek before sitting.

  The food was hot and perfect, delicious, and she purred and moaned over the bites, letting Hank know she appreciated his work. He needed praise, though she wouldn’t say he was high maintenance.

  Jonah, now...

  Their wolf was a total drama queen.

  “You’re thinking hard for so early in the day,” Jonah told her.

  “Moi? Nonsense.” She licked her lips, dipped her finger in her coffee.

  Jonah watched her every move, hunger in his eyes, his hands clenching on the table. So easy, yet so damned hard, her wolf. So many rules, so many laws. Her kind was more... flexible.

  “You,” Jonah affirmed, reaching out to toy with her fingers. “I do love how you look in a fuzzy robe.”

  She let the robe part, let him touch the curve of her breast. Her skin tingled, her breath coming faster. They never spent enough time together for her to get used to this, for it to become commonplace.

  She didn’t dare hope that it would be permanent between them. It was one thing to have a fling with a jaguar, but a male coyote? Wolves didn’t consider them worth killing, as a rule.

  Jonah was a marked exception. He was as addicted to their Hank as she was.

  A soft smile from Hank made them both smile back. Oh, who wouldn’t be addicted to their boy? He made her so proud, made her need. She sipped her coffee, licking the cream from her lips.

  “You missed some,” Jonah said before leaning in to take a slow kiss.

  She leaned back and let Jonah follow, let his hands come to rest on her hips. His big body covered hers, his chest pressed against her breasts.

  He kissed like he was storming a beach, stealing her breath and taking no prisoners. So different than Hank, whose kisses asked permission.

  When Jonah’s weight threatened to knock them off balance, Hank was there, steadying her chair. Hank touched her from behind, his hands sliding along her ribs then massaging her spine.

  Such a good pup. So in tune with them.

  Jonah chuckled against her lips. “So, how do we reward him?”

  “I suppose beating him doesn’t count,” she teased.

  “It does when you like it as much as I do,” Hank murmured.

  She did love a man who knew what he needed. Hank kissed t
he back of her neck, and her skin beaded up with goosebumps.

  Jonah kissed along her collarbones, heading in a path meant to meet Hank’s lips. The sound of their kiss made her squeeze her thighs together. Jonah’s low growl vibrated her belly, and she purred.

  “Are we done with breakfast?” Hank asked. “We could go back to bed.”

  “Greedy boy,” she teased.

  “I have you both here, of course I am.” Hank backed away, and he was the one teasing now. “Come catch me.”

  She rolled her eyes, feigning disinterest, but they all knew better. Her prey drive would send her after him as soon as he began to run.

  Jonah’s eyes flashed pure gold, and she laughed. “Better run, Hank.”

  Hank turned and fled. She knew it by the way his bare feet pounded on the wood floor. She stood and stretched, let her robe drop.

  A deep sound rumbled in Jonah’s chest. “Oh, fuck, Kit.”

  “Mmm hmm.” She let a happy sound rumble throughout her, satisfied and joyful. “Time to hunt.”

  “Yes.” Jonah flanked her, letting her take point.

  Hank’s path led to the bedroom, his scent heady, happy, and pure needy male. Silly boy was not in the bed. Testing her skills.

  She sniffed toward the en suite with its big closet, but she didn’t sense him there. Jonah stopped behind her, hands on her skin. Liv felt him vibrate when he sniffed hard.

  Hank pounced from behind the door, ruffling her hair and nipping Jonah’s ear.

  “Sneaky!” Jonah’s laughter boomed out. “Gonna get you, pup.”

  Hank bounded across the bed, ass right there, wiggling. Ready to be caught.

  Liv darted around the mattress so she could grab him and wrestle him down. He wouldn’t fight her as hard as he could Jonah, but she did love it when he submitted to her, when he offered his throat. She got him rolled over, got that smooth, pretty belly turned up. Then she bent and rubbed her cheek over it, scenting him.

  “My lady.” Hank hummed for her, the song low and musical.

  Liv snapped her teeth at him. “So tasty, hmm?”

  “Bitey one.” Hank stroked her forehead.

  “With you I am, yes.”

  Jonah reached out, pinched Hank’s nipple hard.

  “Oh!” Hank jumped, his cock rising stiff and high.

  “Be nice.” She swatted Jonah’s hand, playing away. “He’s mine.”