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Authors: Ariana Hawkes
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Paranormal, Adult, Wolf, Erotic, Werewolf, shape shifter, mates, 4 Part Serial Ebook
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the bike for him. Pretty hot , she concluded. Is it wrong to be turned on by the sight of your own body? Having seen enough, she flipped onto her back again. She pulled her panties off completely, and watched herself in the mirror as she masturbated. The scene continued to play in her head, but when she got back to the bit where she was sucking Peter’s cock, Jed suddenly appeared from nowhere. As he watched them, he pulled his cock out of his jeans and started to jerk himself off. Then, he stepped behind Isabel, dropped to his knees and penetrated her. As she imagined the sensation of having Peter’s cock in her mouth and Jed’s in her pussy, both claiming her at the same time, using her for their own pleasure, she came violently, biting down on her lip, to stifle her sounds. Although, she didn’t know why she bothered, she thought, as she switched the light off, the cacophony from next-door showing no signs of stopping.
*
On Sunday, Isabel and Kara drove back slowly, nursing hangovers, and going on diversions to take photos of the scenery and landmarks.
“I’m going to look out for digs happening down here. I hadn’t realized the landscape was so beautiful,” Kara said. “And then we could see more of each other!”
“That’d be great!” Isabel said, grinning.
Kara had tears in her eyes when they parted at the airport later that afternoon.
“Chica, I’ve had the best time with you! It’s been so good to see you! And I’m so glad that I got to meet Jed, and see The Wolf for myself. You better keep me updated on how that progresses!” She took Isabel’s face between her hands and looked deep into her eyes. “Please don’t forget, you can do anything you want. It’s your life, and you’re not answerable to either of those guys.” Isabel hugged her tight. As they let go of each other, a sense of loss hit her square in the chest. She walked back to her car quickly, not wanting to see the plane fly away.
*
Isabel had to know if Peter was telling the truth about Josie. All the recent weirdness she’d encountered was interlinked in some way, so if it turned out that Josie was his cousin, it seemed broadly reasonable that everything else could be true as well. And if he was lying, well, she’d obviously been having incredible, wild sex with a crazy man.
It was midday on Tuesday, and Isabel was driving over to Josie’s place. She was going to ask her straight out if she and Peter were related. She couldn’t even think of a subtle way of doing it, so that was how it was going to happen. It was another flawless, New Mexican day, the sun burning like a vengeful god in a pitiless sky. She’d found Josie and Rob’s address on the internet, and, as she pulled into their driveway, she was pleased to see that it was another adobe house, whitewashed, with a sloping tiled roof. She rang the bell and waited, but no-one came to the door. She walked down a narrow pathway at the side, fleetingly wondering if she’d see Josie in a similar position to her last sighting, but the pretty, well-groomed garden was empty. She walked back to her car, and was climbing inside when a next-door neighbor called to her.
“Hi there!” A plump, round-cheeked woman in a fifties-style housedress said. “Are you a friend of Rob and Josie?”
“Sure am!” Isabel said. “Looks like I missed them though.”
“Oh, Josie took off 20 minutes ago. She said she was going to Rob’s work to drop his lunch off.”
“Thanks!” Isabel replied. She got into the car and drove to the conservation center. She turned off the highway and drove onto the track, and, when she was around 100 yards in, she grinned to herself at the memory of the dirty sex she and Peter had had there only three days previously. Was I really sitting astride his bike, naked from the waist down, while he rode me from behind? The mere thought flooded her body with arousal. Since she’d known Peter, she’d done so many things she had never thought she’d dare
*
On Sunday, Isabel and Kara drove back slowly, nursing hangovers, and going on diversions to take photos of the scenery and landmarks.
“I’m going to look out for digs happening down here. I hadn’t realized the landscape was so beautiful,” Kara said. “And then we could see more of each other!”
“That’d be great!” Isabel said, grinning.
Kara had tears in her eyes when they parted at the airport later that afternoon.
“Chica, I’ve had the best time with you! It’s been so good to see you! And I’m so glad that I got to meet Jed, and see The Wolf for myself. You better keep me updated on how that progresses!” She took Isabel’s face between her hands and looked deep into her eyes. “Please don’t forget, you can do anything you want. It’s your life, and you’re not answerable to either of those guys.” Isabel hugged her tight. As they let go of each other, a sense of loss hit her square in the chest. She walked back to her car quickly, not wanting to see the plane fly away.
*
Isabel had to know if Peter was telling the truth about Josie. All the recent weirdness she’d encountered was interlinked in some way, so if it turned out that Josie was his cousin, it seemed broadly reasonable that everything else could be true as well. And if he was lying, well, she’d obviously been having incredible, wild sex with a crazy man.
It was midday on Tuesday, and Isabel was driving over to Josie’s place. She was going to ask her straight out if she and Peter were related. She couldn’t even think of a subtle way of doing it, so that was how it was going to happen. It was another flawless, New Mexican day, the sun burning like a vengeful god in a pitiless sky. She’d found Josie and Rob’s address on the internet, and, as she pulled into their driveway, she was pleased to see that it was another adobe house, whitewashed, with a sloping tiled roof. She rang the bell and waited, but no-one came to the door. She walked down a narrow pathway at the side, fleetingly wondering if she’d see Josie in a similar position to her last sighting, but the pretty, well-groomed garden was empty. She walked back to her car, and was climbing inside when a next-door neighbor called to her.
“Hi there!” A plump, round-cheeked woman in a fifties-style housedress said. “Are you a friend of Rob and Josie?”
“Sure am!” Isabel said. “Looks like I missed them though.”
“Oh, Josie took off 20 minutes ago. She said she was going to Rob’s work to drop his lunch off.”
“Thanks!” Isabel replied. She got into the car and drove to the conservation center. She turned off the highway and drove onto the track, and, when she was around 100 yards in, she grinned to herself at the memory of the dirty sex she and Peter had had there only three days previously. Was I really sitting astride his bike, naked from the waist down, while he rode me from behind? The mere thought flooded her body with arousal. Since she’d known Peter, she’d done so many things she had never thought she’d dare
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