“No,” Frank replied. “But it doesn’t bother me that she can now. Someone is always in my head. It’s the necessary evil of the job. Try leading a pack of ten and you’ll understand. Someone is always poking around in my thoughts.”
“Are they now?” Carla asked.
“Yes,” he replied, cupping her cheek.
“Why aren’t they in my head? Wouldn’t I feel them there?”
Frank narrowed his gaze on her breasts, admiring her as she shivered under his careful scrutiny.
“You don’t know. Do you?” Carla pressed for information.
Jock and Frank shared a knowing smile.
“I’ll never shift?” she asked, prying into their thoughts. “That’s it. Isn’t it? I’ll never be like you so they’ll never be able to tell what I’m thinking?”
“It’s to our advantage,” Frank assured her. “And strengthens our pack.”
“How?”
Frank picked up the candle and held it at an angle. Pursuing her then, he lifted his arm a good number of inches from her breasts. “You ask too many questions.”
“There are too many answers you refuse to give me.”
“Shh,” he whispered, tilting the candle and watching in awe as the candle wax drifted across her chest.
“Oh my,” she whined, tossing her head from side to side as the candle wax covered her areolas and nipples.
“Pretty woman,” Frank crooned, moistening his lips as the wax hardened on her skin.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” Jock asked. Obvious concern existed in his expression. “Does it burn?”
“A little,” she replied, pressing her chest forward and enjoying the heated look of appreciation stamped upon his face.
“To answer your question, Carla,” Frank said, picking up another candle. “You’ll never be part wolf, part woman. You were chosen for two pack masters and will lead as an Alpha female, but within you lies our greatest strength. No other males will penetrate your thoughts or your body. You are our strongest weapon against our enemies because you can plan and plot how we will protect our territory without anyone intruding upon your ideas and views.”
She shivered as he spoke to her, finding his powerful words quite arousing. Her body trembled as his hand lowered to her stomach. Hot wax tumbled from the wide-mouthed candle, coating her belly like a second skin.
“How does that feel?” Frank asked. His fingers tweaked her coated nipples, activating an intense massage and sending shards of pleasure up and down her body. Her intimate walls clenched with the moisture pooling around her folds and she longed for a more personal connection.
“I need you,” she whispered, her body a mix of sensations as the coating hardened over her flesh. “I feel too much desire.”
“Explain,” Jock said, flipping to his back and rising to his elbows.
“It’s not always the same.”
“How does it feel right now?”
“Like several sets of lips scouring my body, placing kisses all over my skin in rapid succession.” She gasped and gripped the knotted rope before swing
ing her body forward.
Frank caught her around the waist and tipped the candle once more. This time, he stood closer, rolling his wrist as the wax oozed over the fullness of her breast.
“And now?”
“I need more.”
“You need more?” he asked quietly.