Each harsh breath forced his chest against her back and her tight vaginal muscles continued their steady contraction and release around his shrinking cock.
Anton sensed no anger from her, no fear, no emotion beyond love and her underlying compassion.
He couldn’t believe what he’d just done! This was no better than rape, this harsh and forced lovemaking…no, he couldn’t begin to call it lovemaking. Keisha would never forgive him.
She shouldn’t forgive him.
How would he go on living if she didn’t?
He raised his head, spread his palms out on the cool tile to separate himself from Keisha’s warm body.
“No. Please. Not yet.” She turned and smiled at him. “Damn. You feel too good inside me. Don’t go yet.”
“But…?” Anton frowned. “You’re not…?”
“Not what? Pissed?” She grinned, a lopsided smile that tore at his heart. “A little. On the other hand, if I’d wanted to stop you, all I needed to do was tell you to stop, right?”
He thought about that a minute. He would have quit in a heartbeat, no matter how angry, if he’d thought she wanted him to. “Okay, that’s true, but…”
Keisha reached up and brushed her knuckles across his chin. “I didn’t ask you to stop, Anton. I love you. We were both a bit overdosed on adrenaline. Do you love me?”
You know I do. I love you more than life itself.
Then why did you block your thoughts?
Anton sighed, then slowly withdrew from her body. He grabbed a yellow washcloth, held it under running water a moment, then wrung it out and handed it to Keisha. She turned around, leaned against the counter where they’d just had the most amazing sexual encounter, and unselfconsciously began to clean the semen and fluids from between her legs.
Anton watched her for a moment, mesmerized by the sweep of the damp yellow cloth against her dark skin and realized he wanted her again. He would always want her. He sighed, took the washcloth after she rinsed it in the sink and held it. “I didn’t want you to see an anger I couldn’t fully comprehend, didn’t want you to think less of me, to realize I can’t always control the beast inside.”
Keisha grinned, grabbed the washcloth hanging limply in his hand and began to wash his no longer limp cock. “You control the beast admirably, my love. Just don’t try to control me.”
She raised her head and gazed at him for a long moment. Anton watched her perfect breasts rise and fall with each breath she took, then looked up, into her eyes. “If you do,” she said, and her voice was tight with emotion, “you’ll lose me forever.”
2
“I don’t like it one bit. What’s a few more days?” Anton practically growled at her. If he’d been in wolf form, Keisha knew his hackles would be up. Obviously, their explosive lovemaking right after the shooting hadn’t had the impact on Anton she’d hoped for.
Standing face to face with her lover in their large bedroom, Keisha held her ground and glared at Anton. Her shoulder hurt and she had one hell of a headache, but she was not giving in on this. “It’s the difference between doing my job right and not. You of all people should understand that.”
Anton sighed and pulled her gently into his arms. “I do, sweetheart. I really do. I don’t have to like it, though.”
She went willingly, her anger evaporating as quickly as his. “You said your meetings in Boston will be over by Friday. You can join me this weekend. It’ll give me time to get my work done without a lot of, um, distractions, okay?”
“But I love distracting you. I’ll worry. It’s dangerous for you. Stefan suspects Burns might be behind the poachers.”
“Then it’s probably safer in San Francisco than here.” She leaned back in his embrace and smirked. “I’ve never been shot at in San Francisco. Kidnapped, assaulted, but never shot.”
Anton shook his head, obviously unhappy. She rarely made reference to her deadly attack and wished she could take back the words said half in jest. Now wasn’t the time to remind Anton of what she’d barely survived just a few short months ago.
Keisha rubbed her bandaged shoulder, then closed the gap between them and brushed her lips over Anton’s. “The dedication’s scheduled for the first Sunday in June. With travel, that gives me less than a week…not a lot of time for me to make sure everything is ready. This is important to me, Anton. I have to go. I promise I’ll be careful.”
“I know.” He leaned close, his lips softly brushing hers.
She tilted her hips forward, pressing her pubic bone against his growing erection, at the same time sending out a silent call to Xandi and Stefan.
This would be the last night for all of them to spend together for more than a week. If nothing else, she knew sex with her packmates was a sure cure for the headache that lingered.
Anton smiled against her mouth. He’d obviously caught her signal to the others. She knew nothing pleased him more than when she initiated a night of pleasure for the four of them.
Unless of course, it was just the two of them, perfectly in sync.
Last night, after her attack, after the sheriff and his deputies had hauled off their captives and Keisha’s injured shoulder had been properly cleaned and bandaged, after she and Anton had made love, they’d all shared the same bed. There’d been no sex among them then, merely loving, supportive bodies holding her close, helping her heal.
Tonight, Keisha wanted more.
Anton’s hands were roughly kneading her taut buttocks when Stefan slipped into the room and wrapped his arms around both Keisha and Anton. “Xandi’s on a grocery run. She’ll join us later.”
Keisha turned to Stefan and kissed him. “Hmmmm. Poor girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.” Stefan’s tongue found the seam between her full lips. Practically purring with the sensual promise in his kiss, she welcomed him inside. Her mouth moved with his as Anton’s lips found the sensitive spot below her ear. Stefan’s hands worked the buttons on her blouse, Anton’s released the snap and zipper on her jeans.
As if they’d rehearsed each move, the men stripped her clothes from her body, following each item of clothing with wet, openmouthed kisses and sharp little nips of their teeth.
At the same time, Anton and Stefan shed their own clothing, helping one another until all of them were nude. Sandwiched between two hot, male bodies, Keisha gave herself up to pleasure.
Not so long ago, the very fact that two men touched her, tasted her, loved her, would have sent her over the edge into mindless panic, dredging forth horrible memories of the night she was brutally raped by three men. Now, she reveled in not only the sensual touch, but her own healing. There was nothing she feared from these men she loved and trusted.
Nothing she wasn’t willing, even eager to try.
Stefan swung her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. Anton took her from Stefan and settled her on the cool sheets, on her back with her legs spread wide, bent at the knees. Both men knelt beside her. Keisha closed her eyes and, moving her injured shoulder carefully, reached over her head to grab the headboard railing. She knew her silent acquiescence would set them free to take her however they wished.
She wanted whatever they offered. It wasn’t often Keisha got both men all to herself.
Mouths, hot and greedy, found her breasts, suckled her nipples hard and deep, tongued the sensitive peaks, nipped at the turgid flesh.
She cried out, aware of each man, how different, how similar their touch, their scent. Fingers stroked her hips, her