Page 16 of Backstage at the Freak Show
No, she admitted.You're the first, actually.
I'm honored, I told her. It was the truth. Shaman were sacred to my species. They the only kind of human who could understand and communicate with us. To be invited to one's home, much less their bed, was considered a great privilege.
I'm sorry for airing out our relationship struggles in front of you like that, she said after a moment of companionable silence.I don't usually do that, but I guess everyone was feeling intensely emotional today.
You don't need to apologize,I said.I was happy to witness a turning point for your Gabe. I hope he appreciates you more.
Her fingers clutched tighter around my fur and my heart skipped a beat.
Can all Amarok talk like this?she asked.Mel, my shaman friend who got married today, is the only one I've heard speak with her thoughts to other shifters.
Yes, we speak to each other and humans this way when we can't use our mouths,I explained.I didn't know other shifters couldn't.
You're fascinating.Miriam's mental voice brimmed with awe. It would have made me blush if I was human.How much longer are you staying?
I don't know,I answered honestly. My original plan was to head home immediately after the reception, but the pretty little shaman on my back threw quite a wrench in those plans.
Well, you won't leave too soon, I hope, she said.I'd love to learn more about you, Tak.
A growl of desire rumbled deep in my chest.Ifeel the same way, Miriam.
Her wolves led us to a modest, but comfortable cabin deep in the woods. The air was cooler and wilder out here, which made it feel more like home.
Miriam slid off my back after I trotted up to the front door. Her men had already gone inside and a warm, yellow light filled the windows.
With a smile, Miriam took my hand and pushed the door open to bring me into her home.
"Miriam," I hesitated at the door while she shot me a quizzical look.
"We Amarok look like wolves, but we don't hunt in packs," I told her. "We're solitary animals, for the most part. I've never been part of a shaman's... harem." I swallowed. "If something is off-limits, or I act out of line in any way, please tell me. I'm truly honored to be invited into your home, and I only want to make you feel safe and plea--"
She cut me off with a kiss, taking a small jump to reach my lips which forced me to catch her. I held her flush against my body once again, forgetting all my reasons for hesitating the moment I tasted her on my tongue.
When we finally parted for a breath and she led me inside, I followed without question. Colt and Gabe waited for us in the bedroom, naked as the day they were born. Colt sat in an armchair by the window. Gabe laid back on the bed, leaning against the headboard. They stroked themselves idly, eyes focused on Miriam.
"You take the lead, Mir," Colt said, his voice already tight with desire. "You and Tak get to know each other. Bring Gabe and me in whenever you're ready."
"You guys are the best," she cooed before turning back to me with a smile. "Does that sound good to you?"
I lifted her off the ground in reply, securing her against me with my hands cupped around her ass. Her thighs squeezed around my waist, forcing the hem of her bridesmaid dress up higher. I took in her classical beauty--long dark hair, caramel skin, hazel eyes filled with lust, and the sexiest smile--before kissing her again like I needed her mouth to breathe.
I lowered us to the bed slowly until her back arched up from the mattress. Nudging her dress higher up her thighs, I kissed my way down the side of her graceful neck. The sweet sharpness of her nails dug into my back, accentuating her little gasps and moans every time I sucked her tender skin.
Somehow I found the zipper on her back and yanked the flimsy thing down. All patience and cool left me as I pawed at the bodice, eager to free her breasts and taste more of her delectable body.
"Gabe," I heard Miriam purr as my lips trailed down her chest. "How you doing, baby?"
"I'm so fucking hard watching you," was his throaty reply. "Does he make you feel good?"
"Mmm!" she moaned, sucking in a small gasp as I grazed over her pert nipple with my teeth. I, too, was hard as a rock and let her know it by letting my erection drag against her inner thighs.
"Colt?" she threw her head back as she reached an arm over to stroke Gabe next to us.
"You sound so fucking hot," her tall wolf growled from across the room. "Keep going, gorgeous. I'm here when you need me."
After peeling the dress all the way off her curvy hips and down her long, shapely legs, I dragged my fingertips slowly back up. Starting at her ankle, I watched her shiver as I traced over her calf muscle, then the inside of her thigh before I caressed her swollen, soaked folds.
"Mm!" Her mouth now filled with Gabe's cock, her hips lifted off the bed at my touch, pink lips glistening with arousal.
