His hands shook so that he could barely sheathe himself, but he finally managed to get the condom over the head of his weeping cock. He’d never regretted more the use of protection. Disease was not a factor—his Chanku genetics made him impervious to human bacteria and viruses—but until he knew whether or not Shannon was Chanku, Jake couldn’t risk impregnating her.
He’d heard the guys say they didn’t think they could get a human woman pregnant once they became Chanku, but no one really knew for sure. None of them had been willing to take that chance.
Smoothing the condom down the length of his cock gave him a moment to regain control. When he was safely covered, he wrapped his fist around the base and pressed the broad head of his cock against Shannon’s sex. She was so damned hot and wet, slick with her juices, with his saliva. Slick and ready and waiting. Her body jerked when he touched her, so sensitive and ready for him. Jake thrust his hips forward, slipped into her fast and deep, and buried his full length to the root.
Adjusting himself between her legs, filling her even more, Jake raised his head and met Shannon’s bemused gaze. She looked at him with wonder in her eyes. Wonder and a look of confusion. Then she raised her hand and touched the side of his face, a simple gesture that left him feeling almost giddy.
Jake thrust hard, going as deep as he could, pressing his cock against the hard mouth of her womb, then slowly withdrawing. Again he filled her, and once again withdrew. He kept his gaze locked on Shannon’s, watched her face, the expression in her eyes as once again he brought her to the edge, teased her with each thrust, then reached between their sweaty bodies and found her clit.
Shannon’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth formed a perfect “O” and she clutched his hips with surprisingly strong hands. Stroked his thighs, cupped his buttocks much as Jake had held hers. He rocked within her slowly, riding out her climax, still holding on to his.
Moments later, her breathing once again almost steady, Shannon smiled at him, a secretive, almost teasing smile. She rubbed her hands over his ass, stroking the skin in ever tightening swirls, finally discovering his balls.
Holy shit! Jake clenched his butt muscles in reaction and ground his teeth. She almost had him, almost forced him to come. Those perfect fingers cupped his sac and gently squeezed, then one slim finger traced the line to his ass, swirled around the taut muscle long enough to take him right to the limits of control. Swirled and then dipped inside, deep, hard and fast.
Jake shuddered, thrust hard and froze with his cock pressed up tight against her cervix. His balls tightened in their sac, his lungs quit working, his heart most likely stopped. He felt the hot rush of orgasm, the sense of everything coiling into one tight spurt of seed blasting from his balls, down the length of his cock, filling the end of the condom.
Damn. He ached. The need to plant his seed at the mouth of Shannon’s womb left a visceral pain, overshadowing what was, in every other way, the most perfect fuck he’d ever experienced.
Chest heaving, hips still thrusting of their own volition as his seed spilled into the damned condom’s reservoir, Jake felt Shannon’s mental shout of triumph, heard her joyous exclamation in his mind as she reached yet another climax of her own. Saw the wonder in her eyes when she finally realized they had done more than just have mind-blowing sex.
They had joined both mentally and physically, had found the ultimate pleasure, a pleasure shared equally only when both were Chanku.
They had linked. For the first time in his life, Jake had linked mentally with a woman during sex. Shaken, he could only stare into her forest-green eyes and wonder if she understood what had just occurred between them.
Arms trembling, heart thudding in his chest, Jake leaned forward and kissed Shannon gently on the lips. When he carefully separated from her body and moved to lie beside her, Jake realized this was only the beginning. If he didn’t screw things up, he could share the same feeling with this amazing woman every day for the rest of his life.
Could share it without barriers, with only their flesh meeting, their bodies merging, their minds one. It scared the holy shit out of him. He’d never brought anyone over before, never taken the responsibility of teaching another Chanku about his or her unique heritage.
That had been Luc’s job. Luc and Ulrich Mason’s. Jake hadn’t wanted the responsibility, hadn’t needed the emotional involvement that occurred when you showed someone an entirely new world, a world they’d been entitled to, yet barred from—until another Chanku led the way.
Jake wanted it now. Wanted the challenge, the commitment. He wanted Shannon Murphy.
He raised himself up on one elbow and stared into the bright green eyes filled with trust, glowing with wonder, and knew he faced his greatest challenge.
Keep Shannon safe. Protect her at all costs, teach her the joys and the secrets of Chanku.
How would he teach her when he couldn’t tell her? Shit. Until he knew for sure that she was Chanku, he couldn’t say a word.
Somehow, he’d figure out a way. He had to. But most of all, he had to make Shannon love him. After this one night, Jake knew he would rather give his life than ever give her up.
Chapter 3
Tia Mason shoved both huge wolves out of her bed and swung her legs over the side. “C’mon, boys. It’s almost six. We need to head back to the city.”
The beasts sprawled limply on the plush carpet, tongues lolling. “Lucien? Tinker? Get your butts in gear. I think I hear Dad and the rest of the guys moving around out there.”
The home belonging to the Montana Chanku pack was huge, the San Francisco pack’s rooms in a wing away from the main part of the residence. Still, Tia’s Chanku senses seemed to be in high gear this morning and the low rumble of voices at the far end of the sprawling home was almost audible.
Maybe a night of sex with two absolutely gorgeous men had something to do with it. Tia stretched her arms over her head, lifting her breasts with the arch of her back. She ached everywhere, but damn, it was worth every single one of those sore muscles.
Especially the ones between her legs. She felt her pussy clench in response, realized both wolves had turned suddenly wide-awake eyes in her direction.
“No. Down boys. Behave.”
The darker of the two wolves licked his muzzle, wrapping his long tongue over the top. At the same time, he let Tia see exactly what he was thinking of doing with his long, amazingly mobile tongue.
The image of what he’d done with it the night before caught Tia in midstretch. She felt the thick wash of moisture flooding her pussy, the sharp spike of arousal in her sex.
With great difficulty, Tia brought her suddenly raging libido under control and glared at her mate, Luc, the wolf with all the ideas. He opened his mouth in a full lupine grin, his laughter and love spilled into her thoughts, totally disarming her…for the moment.
The larger of the two wolves, his black coat glistening with golden highlights, yawned and shifted. The change from beast to six-and-a-half-foot tall, gloriously naked African-American male was almost instantaneous, the mouth filled with sharp teeth slipping easily into a wide, perfectly human smile. He leaned over and kissed Tia, his mobile lips bringing her right back to a level of arousal she really didn’t need so early this morning. There was too much they needed to do.
But damn, Tinker had certainly used those lips in all the right places last night. Her nipples puckered, begging for a repeat performance. Tia bit back a groan.
Tinker slowly, thoroughly, ended the kiss. “Always in a hurry, missy. You need to learn to relax. It’s still early.”
The second wolf, his thick coat an unrelenting