Richard

Jean Claude guarded his face more carefully than he had ever guarded it. The tri was going to work, they were going to share power, but the least little thing from either of his companions would put an end to it, and right now the problem was Richard. Beautiful Richard was arguing with Ma Petite about how hard was hard. Who cared? If he had had the ability to do it, he would have just shaken the beau loupe and told him to just fuck her like she wanted. Hell, there was nothing delicate or fragile about Anita.

But Anita, thankfully was the sane one this time. She turned her back to Richard and took Jean’s soft penis into her mouth and sucked on it. Even without blood in his body to create an erection. Jean Claude loved it, and it was almost enough to bring him to climax. Almost, not quite.

Richard watched her for a moment, his dark eyes gleaming like polished flint. He was suddenly ready to try again, his thoughts shutting down as his body answered the need to fuck. And then he was in her, his hips driving his cock repeatedly into her body. Anita moaned around JC’s soft manhood and leaned back to take the entire wolf inside of her.

And this was why JC was so careful. Richard did not like men touching him, and JC was about to feed on the beau loupe. Richard was breathing through parted lips, soft lips according to Anita, and his skin, always a deep golden brown from sun and other things, was darker tonight, his hot blood just under the skin, so close to the surface that JC could smell it. Taste it.

Richard fucked with his eyes closed, but every so often a slice of light would tell JC that Richard was also watching him, waiting. Cautiously…very cautiously, JC moved higher on his knees, his hand helping Anita follow him. Richard’s eyes were closed, but the dark pleasure on his face meant JC had to act now or lose his chance to feed, not to mention ride the power that this union would bring to all three of them. Knowing that Richard would not abandon Anita this close to orgasm, JC laid his hand on Richard’s shoulder.

“Jean Claude?”

Jean Claude didn’t give the beau loupe a chance to change his mind. Turning his head, JC pressed his lips against the thick swollen throat of his wolf. He licked the warm skin a moment before he bit down. Greedy, JC sucked the hot blood down, his own cock swelling in Anita’s mouth. Richard shuddered as JC fed on him, but even deep in his passions, he faltered a moment. JC helped him reclaim his rhythm by sending some sweet sensations through him to put him back on track. JC would have given anything to feel the throbbing blood in his beau wolf’s body, the sweet ache building in his groin, the heat of life burning in his core, but Richard had his shields up. Only an orgasm would drop them…only then JC would feel his wolf’s heart beat, his wolf’s pleasure.

The taste of all that power in his mouth, all that scorching hot blood made JC drunk for the moment. This wasn’t just a feed; it was sheer perfection. Able to follow his wolf now, JC fucked Anita’s mouth while Richard fucked her cunt even harder. He drew back and watched his wolf’s face. Richard was truly beautiful as Asher was beautiful. Fearing this might be the only chance he ever had to witness Richard out of control, he watched his wolf give himself over to the pleasures of the flesh, to the power of the TRI.

JC wasn’t certain who came first, but the power that ripped through them had Anita screaming around his cock, while Richard shuddered violently and buried himself deep in her body. What Anita couldn’t see but JC could was the momentary slipping of skin around Richard’s hands. For one sweet moment Richard was letting himself lose control…just a little, which for the werewolf that was enough.

JC smiled to himself as everyone collapsed on the bed in a heap. Richard, at Anita’s insistence, rolled off her and for a few moments he was close enough to touch. Perhaps one day the beau loupe would permit more. But right now everyone was happy, even Anita. Would miracles never cease? Anita told a joke that was so absurd JC couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Richard took a moment to catch it, but then even he started laughing. JC wanted to lean over and kiss those soft lips, but he had to be content to just be in the same bed as his beau loupe. Time, he told himself, time.