The Better to Eat You With: Urban Fairytales, Book 2 Page 7

  “But you’re all the way over there, and I’m all the way over here.”

  “I’m sure we can work around that.”

  “Can we?”

  “Yes, do exactly as I say and I promise in a few minutes you’ll feel just fine.”

  “Do I need to click over and call Daniel on three-way? I don’t want to break any poly rules.”

  “Don’t worry about that.” Ezekiel smiled. “Daniel has his own plans for saying good morning to you.”

  “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”

  “Not hardly. We’re going to show you what it really means to live. Trust me, if you’re willing to step off the path, I’ll show you a side of the forest you’ve never seen.”

  “Says the lion to the lamb.”

  “I’m no lion. I’m a wolf. And all yours. The real question is, are you mine? Do you belong to me as surely as I belong to you?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Then give me what I want. Take down your panties and play with that juicy pussy of yours.”

  “You are so bad.”

  “And that’s why you love me. It’s also why you’re going to do exactly as I command, isn’t it?” Leaning to the side, he opened the top drawer of his nightstand and extracted the oil he kept there for extra lubrication. He pressed the phone between his shoulder and ear as he dribbled a little of the thick, clear liquid into his palm. “Isn’t it, baby?”

  “Yes, you bastard. Yes.”

  “Are you already doing it? Already touching your pussy for me?”

  “Mmm…don’t make me say it.”

  “I’m going to make you say it more.” He closed his eyes as he concentrated on the sound of her voice and the feel of his hand. Yvonne let out a soft moan. The sweet sound caused his cock to arch in response. Fuck, he wished he was there. “What are you doing?”

  “The same as you.”

  He chuckled roughly as he ran the heel of his hand over the crown of his cock, bringing the lubrication from the oil down farther onto his aching shaft. “I seriously doubt that.”

  “I’m…rubbing my fingers against my…clit.”

  This was what he wanted to hear.

  “Which hand and how many fingers are you using?”

  “My right hand and I’m using two fingers.”

  “Tell me more.” Ezekiel pressed his ear harder to the phone, trying to ensure he heard every sound she made. He’d waited way too long to miss out on a single thing. “In detail.”

  “Feels good. Using light strokes.”

  “To warm you up?” he asked, as he took to mind what she liked so he could revisit it later, in person.

  “Yes. I prefer to start off slow and soft, then finish fast and hard.”

  “Duly noted.” Ezekiel squeezed his aching cock as he envisioned the image Yvonne painted for him. “What else do you enjoy?”

  “Oral sex. A lot of it.”

  “Check and check.”

  “And I like…” Yvonne hesitated.

  “Don’t be shy now. Tell me what you want, because if you like it, I love it. I’m sure I speak for Daniel when I say this, but there is nothing we won’t do to get you off.”

  “God. When you say things like that…”

  “What? It makes you wet?”

  “Yes,” she moaned into the phone. “And I’m talking Katrina wet here.”

  “That’s what I want to hear, your pussy soaked and ready for me.” Ezekiel picked up his tempo, stroking himself to the sounds of her moans. This was better than anything he could have ever imagined, yet still he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was able to quench his lust inside her tight cunt.

  “God I’m ready. I want you to…”

  “You want me to what?”

  “Fuck my pussy while…”

  “Yes.” Things were getting too good to slow down now.

  “…while Daniel fucks my mouth.”

  Her words sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. It took everything out of Ezekiel not to come right then and there. “Is that what you fantasize about?”

  “That and more.”

  “Don’t worry, we’re going to make all your fantasies come true.”

  “Pro-promise?” From the choppy noises she was making in his ear, he could only surmise she was getting closer. Which was fine with him. Ezekiel was so aroused he was sure he would come at any second.

  “Oh yeah, cross my heart. We’re going to fuck you so hard, so long, you’ll forget what it feels like not to have one of us between your legs.” Ezekiel thought back to her fantasy. “Or your lips.”

  “Hmmm…”

  Her moan sounded far too good for her not to be past the light clit stage. “What are you doing now?”

  “I’m pumping my fingers in and out of my pussy. Feels so good, but it’s not enough.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s not you, or Daniel.”

  “It will be soon.”

  “Can’t wait,” she said shakily into the phone, sounding somewhat out of breath.

  “Me either. I can’t wait to sink balls deep inside you. To see your pretty pink flesh part to take my cock.” He thrust into his fist while imagining it was her pussy surrounding him. “Or wait to feel how tight your pussy clenches around my dick when Daniel takes your ass.”

  Her voice had a frantic edge, as she spoke. “Yes. Oh, God. I can’t wait. I want you. I want you both so badly.”

  “Come for me. Show me how much you want me.”

  “Ohh…ohh…Zeke.”

  “That’s it, let me hear you come.”

  Yvonne called out his name as she gave in to his demand. Her cries of passion resonated through the phone lines and the sweet sound of her release sent him soaring. Groaning, Ezekiel tried to keep the sounds of his pleasure under wraps but it was akin to trying to hold the tide back from the shore.

  “Yeah, baby, yeah,” he moaned as he worked jet after stringy jet of come from his spurting cock. “Fuck…Yvonne…baby.”

  With his heart beating an uneven tattoo, Ezekiel opened his eyes and tried to catch his breath. If phone sex was this good, the real deal was going to kill him. But then again, what a way to go.

  “Ezekiel, are you still there?” Yvonne’s voice held a hint of shyness, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony.

  “I’m here.” But he wouldn’t be able to lie there much longer. He could already feel the build up of energy tingling below the surface. His wolf was hungry for his mate, and until Ezekiel actually made Yvonne his, he was going to have to burn off his hunger some other way. “Get some rest. I need to go for a run.”

  If Yvonne thought she was confused before this morning’s little wake-up call, it was nothing compared to how she felt after. She worked in the kitchen in hopes her lack of presence in the storefront would encourage the lookie-loos who’d been nursing the same cups of coffee since Yvonne came in this morning to finally give up and go home. The group included Chaney, the editor of the local paper, who was trying to get a quote from her, but in fact led her to sequester herself away from the prying eyes of the public.

  Sales were up as she predicted, but instead of relishing in the sound of the cash drawer opening and slamming almost as if to the beat from one of those Stomp shows, Yvonne was in the warm kitchen, hands deep in dough.

  Not that she minded so much. Yvonne had always loved to be in the back baking or at one of the large wooden tables she was at now, pounding on the dough for the cobbler she was going to take to her grandmother, who she’d heard was feeling a bit poorly. Yvonne hoped it wasn’t anything too serious. With her mother out of town, it was Yvonne’s responsibility to see after the elderly woman. Even if her grandmother wasn’t happy with her right now.

  Just thinking about her family’s reaction to Ezekiel’s announcement had her pounding the dough a bit harder than necessary. There was no way in hell they were going to accept her decision not only to be with a werewolf, but also with the werewolf’s be
st friend.

  Their disapproval of Ezekiel for merely being a werewolf was ridiculous to her. The only reason that made any sense was one she didn’t want to consider. Her family was being prejudiced.

  Sometimes it was hard to believe because it was done under cover the majority of the time. Although everyone in town benefited from werewolves living amongst them, there were still some townsfolk who held their dual nature against them. For Yvonne, it was doubly disheartening to find those people in her family. But even if Ezekiel wasn’t a werewolf she knew her family would have a hard time dealing with the fact she wanted to be in a triad relationship. It was one thing for her to say she was in love with two men and something altogether different to actually have an open life with them. Together. At the same time.

  It was a heady concept even to her, and she was the one going through it. She had friends who were married and complained nonstop. The idea of being married to not one, but two men was frightening. Then there was the plus side to two husbands. Two cocks that belonged to her and her alone. She smiled at the thought. It wasn’t difficult to get on board with the idea of being with both men sexually at the same time. Maybe it was possible to have a fantasy come to life.

  Speaking of fantasy, Ezekiel had hit one right out of the park this morning. Phone sex was on her naughty bucket list. The list she would never admit to under torture was somehow the same one her men were unknowingly working through. Yvonne couldn’t help but wonder how possible it would be to accidentally on purpose let her list fall into their hands and really surrender herself to them.

  The mere thought had her smiling.

  “Hmmm…now that’s what I like to see. My woman happy.”

  The lighthearted voice drew her from her naughty thoughts and brought her gaze up from the dough to one of the very men she was thinking about. As if she’d conjured him, Daniel stood in the entryway, dressed casually in dark jeans and a gray T-shirt, looking handsome as hell. His gaze was firmly centered on her and filled with enough heat to bake every last dessert filling her fridge.

  “Daniel.” The pleasure that radiated from her voice, and the joy which filled her at the mere sight of him, surprised even her. It wasn’t as if it was an oddity for him to come by the store, but his presence today took on such a different level considering what they were doing last night. “I didn’t know you were coming by today.”

  Daniel made his way across the room, stopping only when he was standing next to her. Right next to her. He was closer than polite company would have called for, but she didn’t mind at all. As silly as it sounded, she missed him and she wanted him as near as humanly possible. “Didn’t Ezekiel mention it?”

  Frowning, Yvonne thought back over the conversation she and Ezekiel had, but unfortunately the only thing that came to mind was the sound of his growls and groans when he came. “He could have, but I don’t recall.”

  “From what I heard, I’m not surprised. It sounds as if the two of you were a little busy.”

  “Jealous?” she teased.

  “Very.” The serious tone of his voice was nothing compared to the heated look in his eyes.

  The smile she’d beamed from the second he walked in slowly slid away and her heart dropped to her stomach. Daniel. Jealous. That wasn’t good. Not for any of them. “Ohh…reall—” Yvonne took a deep breath and tried to figure a way around this problem. “Dannie. If…if you’re going to get…” she paused, searching for the right word, “…upset every time Ezekiel and I are together, I think we’re going to have a problem.”

  “It wouldn’t be a problem as long as one thing happens.”

  She felt frozen in limbo. The last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt one of her guys, but if there was a no-messing-around-with-one-unless-the-other-was-around rule, someone needed to let her know. And fast.

  “What’s that?”

  “You remind me I’m your man too.” His voice was firm and brooked no argument.

  But that was okay, she didn’t have a single problem with his request. “I think I can do that.”

  “Then show me.”

  The challenge in his gaze spurred her on. More than anything she wanted to pick up the gauntlet he’d thrown down. She really did, but there was one problem. “I don’t want to dirty up your shirt.” Yvonne glanced at her hands, which were covered with dough and flour.

  “Get me dirty, because I damn sure plan on getting you dirty.” Before she could respond, Daniel pulled her into his embrace. Acting quickly, she raised her arms to avoid mucking up his shirt, then leaned into him and offered her lips to his.

  It was an offer he didn’t refuse. Daniel covered her mouth with a hunger that rivaled the most ferocious of beasts. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to the power of his kiss. Although the morning’s escapade had left her physically sated, it was nowhere near as satisfying as being pressed up against a living, breathing man. And it in no way held a candle to the way Daniel’s lips felt pressed against hers.

  Yvonne drank in the sweetness of his kiss as he coiled his tongue against hers and pulled her closer. She submitted to his forceful will, following his lead as he did his damnedest to remind her she had two men, not one. And while she stood like an idiot, hands raised to the sky, breasts to his chest, Daniel took sweet advantage of her, using the freedom she gave him to familiarize himself with her ass.

  His touch, so possessive and firm it made her weak in the knees and damp between her thighs, reheated her sex as if the orgasm she’d had earlier was a faint glimmer in the past.

  Shirt be damned. She needed to touch him.

  Yvonne dropped her hands and slipped them under his arms to caress the muscular length of his back. She dug her nails into the thin material of his shirt, her passion as unchecked as his own. Just when she thought she couldn’t take a second more of his heart-stopping loving, Daniel pulled back and took in a deep breath. From the wild look in his eyes she could tell he was as desperate for her as she was for him, which meant to her it was definitely time to slow down.

  Yvonne let out a shaky laugh and took a step back, needing a little breathing room to gather her thoughts in order. She ran her tongue over her swollen lips and tried to speak even though she could hardly breathe. “Happy now?”

  “Nowhere close.” Daniel grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her, setting Yvonne on the counter next to the dough she’d been kneading. He pushed his way between her thighs and pulled her covered sex over the thick evidence of his arousal. “But that’s easily fixed.”

  Before she could reply, he captured her lips with his once more. Daniel’s hands moved boldly over her body, down her sides and under her shirt to cup her breasts through the lace confines of her bra. He kneaded her heavy mounds much in the same way she’d done her dough, caressing and squeezing her tender flesh until she thought she’d go mad with pleasure.

  His wicked kiss was like a drug for her soul, stealing away everything but the barest of reason from her mind. If it weren’t for the sound of the shop phone ringing, Yvonne would have been content to give in to the promise of his touch. But the shrilling noise brought her back from the brink seconds before she did something entirely stupid, such as dropping to her knees before him and taking him into her mouth.

  With a groan of regret she turned her head and broke their kiss. “We have to…stop.”

  Daniel didn’t let something as simple as the lack of her lips stop him from driving her crazy. Instead, he merely brushed his lips against the sensitive column of her neck as he spoke. “No, we don’t.”

  “Daniel.” But even to her it didn’t seem like a plea for him to stop, and Yvonne knew if she couldn’t fool herself, there was no way in hell she could trick him. That left only one other option. To give in, but even then there had to be rules. “Let’s go…” she trembled as he teased her neck with his lips, “…somewhere else and say hello properly.”

  “What’s wrong with here?”

  The way his mouth felt against her skin was almost worth staying exactl
y where they were, but there were other things to consider than her own libido, although it was getting harder and harder to remember what they were. “Anyone can walk in,” she said, once she could command her brain to function again.

  “And I care why?”

  “You may not, but I do.” Less and less than she did the second before, but still, it was a bad idea for them to continue on the counter, no matter how good it felt.

  “I bet I can change your mind.”

  “No bet.” Yvonne moved her hands between them and pressed weakly against his chest. “Please, Daniel. Let’s go to my office. Your car. The alley.” Somewhere. Anywhere she wouldn’t have to worry about holding back her moans or risk the wrath of the health department.

  To her surprise and dismay, Daniel pulled back and stared at her. “On one condition.”

  “Anything.” Her quick agreement surprised even her.

  “You do exactly what I say.”

  That sounded extremely dangerous yet unbelievably exciting all at the same time. “Deal.”

  That was just what he wanted to hear. When he’d found out about her morning phone call with Ezekiel, he had to admit he became a little jealous. He knew when they started this thing there would be instances each of them would have their own time with her. Still, he couldn’t help but be happy to know she wanted to be with him enough to forget about her business for a while.

  “Good.” Daniel moved back a bit. “Lead the way.”

  “To where?”

  “Your office.” It was a small room, off the kitchen, but she had a desk he’d been eyeing for a while now.

  For a split second Yvonne glanced behind her at the door leading to the front of the store. Her action didn’t go unnoticed.

  “Changing your mind already?” Daniel stepped toward her. “Because I’m more than willing to continue.”

  “No.” To his amusement, she pushed against his chest, moving him back a few steps, then hopped to the floor. “My office is fine.”

  He couldn’t have agreed more, although he was a man of his word and if need be he would be fine continuing right there on her worktable. In fact, the idea was extremely intriguing to him. Maybe one night when the shop was closed they would have to pick up where they left off today.