Chapter Eleven
“Hey.” Tarl smiled at Sienna. He still wore just the low-slung sweats he’d eaten breakfast in, nothing else. He didn’t seem to feel cold like she did.
“All good?” she asked, heading down the steps of Madeline’s cabin.
Tarl glanced at Grady who was in his wolf form. Huge and dark and puffing out breath from his wide canine mouth.
“You finished checking the boundaries?” Sienna asked Grady.
Grady walked up to her, his big pads pressing into the snow. He stopped just before her, his nose at her belly, and breathed deep. He suddenly looked at Tarl, his blue eyes keen and sharp.
“He wants me to go check something out,” Tarl said with a slight frown. “Will you be okay if we’re gone for a while?”
“Of course, but is there a problem?”
“No, no, some grays have wandered near, nothing to worry about, they just need a strong direwolf scent to turn them away, and two lots of scent are better than one.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiled. “I’ll be in the cabin. Enjoy the forest, it’s beautiful today.”
“We will.” Tarl dropped his sweats and kicked them to one side. He then stretched upward, his torso elongating and his limbs flexing. He then became a blur as his skin shifted to fur and his face became that of a direwolf.
Sienna would never tire of watching her men become direwolves. Each time she watched she saw something new. A foot that became a paw, a tail stretch out, but never did she see the whole thing, there was too much to look at.
Tarl stood before her and shook, as though settling into his direwolf body.
She smiled and stepped up to him. She almost had to go on tiptoes to tickle him between the ears the way he liked.
He gazed at her, but only for a moment because then Grady turned and took off. Tarl was quick to follow. His fur pressed sleekly back by his speed and snow kicking up behind him.
When they’d gone from sight, Sienna stooped and picked up the abandoned sweatpants and headed back to her cabin, her home.
She cleaned out the fire and stacked it ready for lighting later. She sliced the bread and then prepared vegetables for a stew she planned to cook slowly in the oven. She then made the bed and tidied the bathroom.
Soon the short daylight hours were coming to an end and when she looked out, the lilac-hued shadows were stretching over the snow. Hank had returned, his Jeep parked in the usual spot, and most of the cabins had smoke curling from their chimneys.
Grady and Tarl had been gone a long time. The forest was still, not even a bird, and the sky above was dense with dark snow-filled clouds that seemed to be further pressing the light from the day.
It was time to get the fire going so the cabin would be warm and welcoming when her men came home.
Just before she turned from the window, she spotted movement in the trees. And then, from the darkness, burst her two big direwolves. They were running, but not full pelt, as though they were enjoying life, enjoying the cold day and being free.
She smiled, knowing how much they loved forest runs together. It was a balm to them, a way of burning off energy. She hoped they’d had a good day.
They charged toward the cabin, Tarl rounding the logs in the central clearing, Grady jumping them. Their fur was damp and they were breathing hard.
Pausing to straighten a cushion on the bed, Sienna heard the front door open and close with a slam. But the slam wasn’t the last bang, it sounded as if furniture was being tossed around.
Quickly she went to the top of the stairs, dropped to a squat, and looked down at the living area.
They’d shifted already, back to their naked human form, and were kissing with frantic urgency. Her heart rate picked up and she gripped the railing of the staircase. They were hot for each other, wildly hot for each other.
Grady was in charge, that much was clear, even though Tarl was gripping his mate’s ass with both hands. Grady shoved at another chair, knocking it out of the way, and stepped Tarl backward to the table. He caught Tarl’s jaw in his hand, held him still. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
“This is the start, you know, of everything, for all of us.”
Sienna was breathing fast, her belly a tense knot of excitement. They must know she was there … didn’t they?
Either way they carried on. Grady captured Tarl’s mouth in a kiss that had Tarl moaning as he gripped Grady’s shoulders.
And then Grady suddenly spun Tarl around and shoved him so he was bent double over the table. The table legs scraped on the floor, a chair tipped over, they didn’t seem to notice.
Tarl let out a gasp as Grady kicked his legs apart while keeping one hand between Tarl’s shoulders, pinning him just where he wanted him.
Sienna’s attention went to Grady’s cock. He was fully erect, the thick end glossy and jutting forward.
“Get ready for it,” he growled at Tarl. “Get fucking ready.”
“Yes, yes, I’m ready.” Tarl screwed up his eyes and gritted his teeth.
He’d braced himself, and Sienna wondered how many times they’d done this, over that table, before she’d arrived.
Grady licked the palm of his hand, wet his cock, and then pulled at Tarl’s right ass cheek. “I’m going in,” he said hoarsely, “and you’re gonna come so hard.”
“Yes. I want that.” Tarl curled his hands over the edge of the table and arched his back. “Fuck me.”
Grady didn’t answer. He found Tarl’s asshole and shoved in—a hard, almost brutal thrust to full depth.
They both cried out, the sound uninhibited, feral, desperate.
Sienna pressed her fingers between her legs. This was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. They were rough and crazed for each other, it was different from how they were with her, as if they knew they couldn’t hurt each other even in the most unleashed moments.
“You feel that?” Grady huffed as he rocked harder against Tarl. “You feel my big knotted cock, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes, I feel it … fuck.” Tarl reached beneath himself for his cock and began to jerk off. “Fuck … yes.”
Grady flung back his head, eyes closed and ground against Tarl, moving his cock inside of him, working toward his orgasm. His belly was taut, his chest hair dotted with perspiration and the tendons on his neck roped. He groaned and squeezed Tarl’s buttocks, his fingertips pressing deep. Tarl groaned long and low and bucked back for more.
Sienna pressed on her clit through her pants. She was so turned on watching them, her clit swollen and her pussy quivering.
“You feel so damn good,” Grady groaned. “I’m gonna fucking come so high inside you.”
“Yes, yes, come…” Tarl let out long guttural groan.
Sienna recognized it as his getting to the point-of-no- return groan. He was giving into his release. There was no holding it off.
And then Grady brought his hand down on Tarl’s right buttock in a hard stinging slap.
Tarl cried out and then was coming hard. He jerked his cock, cum landed on the floor and the side of the table. His face was contorted in ecstasy and his body granite hard.
“Ah … yes, squeeze me with your asshole like that…” Grady pulled his lips back in a grimace. “So damn good.”
Sienna held her breath, excitement winging around her body and making her nipples tingle.
“Fuck, yeah!” Grady thrust harder into Tarl, shoving him up the table, skittering the table further across the floor. Another chair tipped over. “That’s it.” He tipped his head back again and howled as he pulsed in Tarl’s ass.
Tarl was still clinging to the table, his body flushed now and his ass cheek bright red.
Grady kept coming, groaning with each spasm that wracked his body. The ecstasy radiating from him was palpable.
Sienna was sure a small orgasm rippled through her pussy, one that had emerged just from watching the two men she loved have wild, passionate sex.
Grady slowed and some of the tension went from his body.
Tarl had slumped onto the table, as though all his energy had been sucked from him.
“My beautiful beta,” Grady said, tipping forward and kissing Tarl’s neck. “You are such a good tight ass fuck, you know that?”
Tarl laughed suddenly, his body shaking. “I’m glad you think so.”
“Always.” Grady tenderly stroked Tarl’s hair from his brow. “I’m gonna see if I can pull out now.”
Tarl nodded and kept his eyes closed.
Very gently, delicately, Grady withdrew his cock. Once out, he wiped his forearm over his brow then reached for Tarl and drew him to standing. “Get dressed, we need to speak to Sienna.”
She gulped and stood. “I’m here.”
They both looked up at her.
A smile stretched on Tarl’s face. “You watched?”
“You knew I was here. I told you I would be.”
“Yeah, we knew where you were.” Grady squeezed Tarl’s shoulder. “And I’m glad you’ve seen that side of us.”
She descended the stairs. “You’re rough.” She looked at Grady.
“He can take it, you, on the other hand, are more delicate.” Grady reached for a pair of pants and pulled them on. “But maybe you’ll let me fuck your ass one day, after…”
“After?”
Tarl looked at Grady, a flash of uncertainty crossed his eyes.
“What?” she asked. “After what?”
Tarl grabbed his sweats and stepped into them.
“We know something about you,” Grady said. He took both of her hands in his.
“What?” She looked from Grady to Tarl and back to Grady. Fear suddenly caught in her throat? “Is it the authorities, did you find something on your run?”
“No, no,” Tarl said quickly. “It was something Grady noticed before our run, when you were standing outside Madeline’s cabin.”
She frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“I could smell a new life,” Grady said, “when I was in wolf form.”
“Well, of course, Hank and Madeline’s new baby was close by. And he’s so adorable, honestly, such a sweet baby.” She smiled.
“No,” Grady said. “It wasn’t their baby I could smell … it was ours.”
“I … I don’t understand.”
Tarl stepped close and curled his arm around her waist. “Grady smelled the subtle change in your aroma, Sienna, you’re pregnant with our child.”
“Pregnant? But…?”
“Human contraception is no match for direwolf sperm.” Grady tipped her chin so she was looking up at him. “And it doesn’t matter if it is mine or Tarl’s biological child, it’s ours, our baby shifter is growing in your belly.”
Automatically she set a hand over her lower abdomen. “But I don’t feel any different, I…” Was her period late? Yes, a little, but she’d just put tampons on her shopping list so it was due soon or … or maybe not.
“Trust me,” Grady said. “There is a baby in you, tiny, yes, but he or she is there.”
Suddenly she felt a little dizzy and she leaned into Tarl.
“It will be okay, we’re together, in love, that’s all we need,” Tarl said holding her against his body.
She closed her eyes. “I know, and seeing Madeline with her baby I realized it’s something I want in the future, but this … this is fast.” She looked from Tarl to Grady.
“We’ve been fucking like it’s going out of fashion,” Grady said with a chuckle. “Every day, a few times a day, into the night.”
“Before breakfast.” Tarl raised his eyebrows at her.
She nodded. It was true.
“You’re happy about it, right?” Grady asked. “The baby.”
“Yes.” The word came out fast and certain. “Nothing would make me happier than to be the mother of your child.” She reached for them both. “And I may have given up my career at the zoo, but isn’t this more meaningful, to be helping populate a near-extinct species? Right here, in my body I am helping and creating and…” Her eyes filled with tears. “This is the most amazing news, and I promise to look after my precious cargo.”
“The baby will be here in six months,” Tarl said. “It will be quicker than a normal pregnancy.”
“Six months, that’s the spring. We’ll have a busy winter getting ready.” She smiled, then laughed. “I am so happy.”
“And so are we.” Grady kissed her.
Tarl leaned close, his nose touching hers, then he was kissing her too. And then it turned into a heavenly three-way kiss that sent her heart overflowing with love and joy and excitement for the future.
She was a long way from New York City, Central Park Zoo, and The Gin Room, but she was home and she’d found not just love but an important purpose in life with direwolves, creatures she’d believed to be extinct but were now her reason for waking up each day.
She was a very lucky woman!
The End