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A Very Practical Wolf	By : outlawblue Category: Anita Blake > Threesomes Plus Views: 3875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Richard was becoming a very practical wolf as he got his temper under control. In fact his practicality and control seemed to compliment each other, which actually worried Jean-Claude. Richard had the potential to be very dangerous, and now that he wasn’t asking so many questions, the Master of the City wasn’t certain he knew what the Ulfric was thinking most of the time. Richard simply seemed to be accepting that the people around him were going to do what they wanted, and there was nothing he could do about. Very practical of him.

This was so unlike Richard it puzzled the master vampire, but if Richard puzzled him, Anita scared him. Her power was unbelievable, a bristling force that she could barely contain no matter how much Jean-Claude tried to help her control it. He sometimes wondered in the end, who would be the master and who would be the servant?

Inviting Richard to his office for a meeting, Jean-Claude explained his concerns to the werewolf king. To his credit Richard listened without interrupting, his dark eyes hiding his thoughts from Jean-Claude as soundly as he kept his marks closed. When Jean-Claude had finished his comments, Richard settled himself deeper in his chair and laconically asked, “Why tell me this?” Then he got very still and waited for Jean-Claude to answer.

Jean-Claude studied the handsome werewolf whose dark hair was once more brushing his shoulders. He needed to approach this carefully to keep from upsetting Richard. “We need to join our powers, mon ami,” Jean-Claude cautiously explained and waited to see what Richard would do or say. “We need to boost our powers to keep Anita from becoming stronger than both of us.” Richard was still listening, his face reflecting nothing. Although puzzled by the Ulfric’s silence, Jean-Claude went on. “I could simply feed on you, but I do not believe it would be enough.”

Richard rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his breast. “I still don’t fuck men,” he answered unenthusiastically. “And no one fucks me.”

“But of course, mon ami,” Jean-Claude agreed, “which is why I asked Paris to join us.”

Richard suspiciously cocked his head. “Paris?” he asked.

“Oui. She has been feeding Requiem when he awakens. Sometimes it is others,” Jean-Claude explained and circled his desk to open his office door. The beautiful she-wolf, voluptuous even in jeans and a skimpy top, went to her Ulfric and knelt at his feet. Although it was more reminiscent of a cat than a wolf, she rubbed her face against his knee and gazed up at him with bright hungry eyes.

“Since we are going to be practical,” Jean-Claude added, “I thought there would be no harm in admiring her beauty.” He hesitated, trying to gauge Richard’s interest in the idea.

Paris moved Richard’s knees apart and moved between them. He looked at her, all of his attention on her, but there was no way to tell what he was thinking. The she-wolf, her hands on his thighs, kissed the side of his mouth and then very slowly ran her tongue over his full lower lip. It was probably what a wolf would do if it was an oversexed human female. And Richard just sat there letting her fawn all over him. It was incredible.

Jean-Claude hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until Richard parted his lips and kissed her back. That was Richard’s sign that he was going to do this. Jean-Claude couldn’t help but smile.

Richard ran his hand repeatedly over Paris’ soft hair like a man petting a dog, but his eyes were for Jean-Claude. “So we both fuck her?” he asked, his voice low and deeper than normal.

“No, she is for you,” Jean-Claude answered, not trusting Anita’s sweet nature if she found out that HE had fucked Paris. Richard arched a fine dark brow, his question in the movement. “And your virtue is safe as well, mon ami.”
“I was never worried about it,” Richard assured him and glanced back down at Paris, who was starting to nibble on him through his tee shirt.
Jean-Claude didn’t want to appear too eager, but they didn’t have all night. Sometime after one A.M. he was expecting Anita and Micah. “Shall we begin then?” he suggested.
Paris lifted her head and moved her lips back over Richard’s. “Would my Ulfric like me to undress him?” she asked hopefully and slipped her tongue along his lower lip again.

“Yes,” he answered and lifted his foot up. Paris moved back so Richard could prop his right foot on his left knee, while Jean-Claude locked the office door. He then watched Paris run her hands up Richard’s thighs, over his groin to the edges of his Orca tee shirt. He stood up bringing her with him, and when he reached behind him to pull the shirt off, she latched her mouth to one dark nipple and suckled it while he stood there frozen for a moment, his back arched and his body stretched in such a way that Jean-Claude could not take his eyes off him. He was beautiful. Then Richard removed the shirt and tossed it on the chair.

The next thing he did drew a sharp gasp out of Jean-Claude and Paris. Richard’s right hand slipped skin, exposing huge wicked crawls that were razor sharp. With Paris staring up into his eyes, he drew a long sharp forefinger over his right nipple and drew blood. He moved Paris’ head to the bloody flesh and told her to feed. And while the she-wolf lapped and sucked at the damaged flesh, Richard held Paris’ face in his human hands and watched Jean-Claude.

Jean-Claude trembled; he wanted to take Paris’ place at the bleeding flesh. He wanted to sink his teeth into the hot meat of Richard’s breast and feed, and Richard’s dark smoky eyes told Jean-Claude that he knew it.

“Enough,” Richard told Paris and moved her back. The she-wolf dropped to her knees and unfastened the Ulfric’s belt buckle and then the snap. Gazing up into his eyes, she unzipped the jeans and then carefully pulled them down, freeing his swollen manhood. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her face over that hot male part of him.

“Now you,” Richard said and helped her up. “Tease me.”

Jean-Claude had not planned on being a part of this dance, but the sight of Richard and Paris engaging in their own unique brand of foreplay really turned him on. It wasn’t long before he was sitting at his desk slowly stroking his own cock, his eyes less on the eager she-wolf than on the Ulfric who seemed to be in complete control of the situation. Richard, his long hair hiding a part of his face, turned Paris around and leaned her over the desk. She was tall enough for him to fuck her from behind, and the moment his cock slid into her tight pussy, she made a sound that was more like an animal than a woman.

Richard worked slowly in and out of the she-wolf, his darkening eyes still on Jean-Claude’s. “Don’t we need to be touching for this to work?” he asked curiously.

“I thought I would give you some time to get your powers ignited,” Jean-Claude said, although he wanted more than anything to touch the werewolf king, and Richard’s eyes said he knew it. Jean-Claude stood up and circled the desk, Richard watching him with passion drunk eyes. The Master of the City tentatively placed a hand on Richard’s back as the werewolf’s hips slammed him harder and harder into the moaning she-wolf. Paris was a wanton thing and made a sound that seemed part growl part scream. She was climaxing even before Richard was ready, but it didn’t matter; her orgasms only encouraged him to fuck her harder.

Jean-Claude felt the power start to merge between Richard and him an electric current that sizzled along his skin as it grew and grew towards their climax. Standing beside Richard, Jean-Claude realized he was going to have a bit of a problem striking Richard in the throat. But Richard dropped his left hand from Paris’ hips and offered Jean-Claude his breast. Jean-Claude struck seconds before his and Richard’s power merged into a white hot field of energy. Power and blood flowed in Jean-Claude’s mouth, hot and rich, and Richard shuddered violently as he climaxed into Paris, and Jean-Claude’s seed spilled on his skin.

Jean-Claude reluctantly released Richard’s bloody nipple, and for a moment he was concerned when he saw what else he had done, but Richard didn’t seem to be paying it too much attention. Paris, still slumped over the desk, had to be helped to the couch, where she was allowed to lie down. Jean-Claude had a bathroom adjoining his office and went inside to get Richard a damp towel. Wordlessly Richard wiped the semen and blood off his body. He then dressed in the same silence he had arrived in.

“Paris, get dressed,” he told the she-wolf as he slipped into his own jeans. After he pulled on his own shirt, he looked at Jean-Claude and asked, “Feel better now?”

“Do you?” Jean-Claude asked.

“Oh, yes,” Richard replied and sat down to put on his running shoes. “Yes, I feel very good. Well laid.”

Jean-Claude had not expected that answer out of Richard. “We should notice a change soon,” he explained.

“Good,” Richard said and stood up, his eyes going to Paris who was trying to get dressed in spite of the fact she could hardly move. “You need to be out of here before Anita arrives,” he warned her.

“Yes, my Ulfric,” she purred, a sated hunger in her eyes.

Richard smiled his first smile of the evening. Turning back to Jean-Claude, he asked, “Is there anything else you need?”

“No,” Jean-Claude answered, still puzzled by Richard’s behavior. “Are you sure you will be all right with this?” he asked.

“I have learned the virtue of being practical,” Richard announced and unlocked the door. “Now, if you excuse me, I have some more business to attend to.” Leaving Jean-Claude’s office, Richard continued upstairs through the Circus of the Damned and out to the parking lot, where his security system beeped at him when he pressed the button on his key chain. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Anita pulling in, her jeep filled with wereleopards and Jason.

“Leaving?” Anita called as she and the others climbed out.

“Is it my night?” Richard asked curiously, his smiled showing a touch of jealous sarcasm.

“No,” Anita answered and stopped in her tracks with Micah moving to her side.

“Then I guess I’m not staying,” Richard answered and climbed into his car. He even waved at them as he pulled out. Being practical was just a better way to live.
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