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🖤 Harsh Lesson in the Dark Desert - Part 2
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He had no choice but to ride through the night without a shirt. His favorite one was torn to shreds, now serving as a makeshift kilt around his waist.
Luckily, the odds of encountering anyone this far out into the desert at this time of the night were pretty damn low. Like, it almost never happened. Besides, a shirtless biker in the desert? Not exactly a rarity.
Connall had disposed of the remaining bodies and parked the truck behind the boulders so the windshield's reflection wouldn’t be noticed from the highway. He hadn’t spent years in the military without picking up a few valuable skills. He’d send a couple of guys from the pack to retrieve it tomorrow.
Tonight, he wanted to get back home. Back to Pearl.
The violence of the evening had simultaneously restored him and drained him. Death was a necessary part of life for a predator, but it took its toll. He needed her badly. She was the only one who knew how to calm him, talk him down, and heal him. After decades together, only she knew the man who still lived and breathed deep within the Alpha and what he often had to do.
Before long, he arrived at the small road leading to their compound, buried deeper in the dark desert, far beyond the reach of lights. The winding road led through the steep walls of a small canyon. Anyone or anything that tried to surprise them would soon discover themselves trapped in the natural kill zone.
He was primal, but he wasn’t stupid. Strategy had always come naturally to him, but he had honed it to a razor-sharp edge after centuries of life-and-death struggles. A Were didn’t grow this old by repeating mistakes.
He nodded to the armed sentry hidden in the dark as he rode by an innocuous cluster of boulders. Inhuman night vision was a benefit they both enjoyed. Most of the small cabins and houses were dark when his bike pulled up next to the array of other motorcycles, trucks, and jeeps. But he could see that the lights were still dimly glowing through the windows of his small home. Pearl was either still up, or she had left a lamp on for him. She was cute that way. Still trying to make their home cozy and human.
He parked his KTM and wearily climbed off it. What a fucking night. The pack wouldn’t be happy about what had happened, but they would have to understand why he did it. If some didn’t, well…
Slipping inside their front door, he stripped the dirty shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Nude, Connall walked over to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. Ah, man. Nothing like a frosty Murphy’s after a long ride in the dry desert air. Chugging a few gulps to quench his thirst, he turned to walk down the hall to their bedroom.
As he drew closer, he heard the faint sounds of Pearl moaning. Well, well… the naughty girl must be up playing. He thought he had a high drive until he met her. Now it was all he could do to keep up. He quietly walked to the end of the hall to peer through the partially opened bedroom door.
He sometimes enjoyed watching her pleasure herself. Seeing a beautiful woman experiencing bliss was like watching an artist laying gentle brushstrokes on a canvas, a violinist evoking sweet memories from a Stradivarius, or a potter working a fragile vase on a wheel.
Men were lumpy, hairy, and crude. Women? Pure and delightful art brought into living and breathing form.
Peeking inside, he saw that she was not alone. Oh, she was being extremely naughty while he was gone. But who could blame her? Being an Alpha pair had its privileges. She kept three young men busy while a young woman fed her cheesecake.
He almost laughed out loud. She was such a little hedonist, making them treat her like a queen…
The woman fed her bites of cheesecake from a plate while one young man was lying between her legs. His face was buried between her thighs, licking her pussy with extreme hunger. Connall’s sensitive ears could hear the licks and slurping sounds as the man’s mouth worked her wet folds and sucked her clit. Pearl’s head was thrown back, with her dark hair cascading over the pillow. As her sweet mouth opened with a moan and gasp, a morsel of cheesecake was placed on her wet tongue.
Mmmm… Connall realized that he was still hungry, but now he wanted something sweet.
Two more men had one of her feet in their strong young hands. Her legs were spread wide to make room for the man pleasuring her pussy. But she seemed to be loving her dual foot massage almost as much. He saw her legs stretching and twitching as the men squeezed her feet, working their thumbs deep into the soles and under her toes. She gleamed with the oil they used to lubricate their hands. Tiny, glimmering drips traced their way down her luscious calves.
Duly noted. Connall would make good use of that oil soon.
As much fun as it was to watch her play like this, he had his own hunger. His own needs. Gently pushing the door open, he slipped inside.
The young woman noticed him first and froze in place with a forkful of cheesecake in her hand. He smiled and motioned to her that she could relax. It took the foot boys a few more seconds to realize that the energy in the bedroom had changed. They also picked up his scent, which startled them. They slowly placed her legs back down on the bed and stepped away to the small room's walls. Connall nodded at them, as well. They had no reason to fear his presence here.
Pearl was enjoying the feeling of the young man’s eager mouth on her wet pussy, so it took her a few more seconds to realize that her feet were no longer being massaged. And where was her next bite of cheesecake? Frowning, she opened her dark eyes and looked around the room. A delighted smile raced across her face when she saw him standing there, calmly drinking his beer.
“Connall!!! Baby! You’re home!”
She started to sit up, but the young man between her legs apparently hadn’t picked up on the message the rest of the room had received. Couldn’t blame him, really. His mouth and nose were full of her musky scent. Her lush thighs muffled his ears.
Still, Pearl was annoyed. With a swat, she lashed out and struck his head. He gave out a startled yelp and pulled away, looking confused. Then, he noticed the others pressed back again the walls and looked behind to see Connall standing there with one eyebrow raised in amusement.
“Oh shit, man. I didn’t know you were home. I… uh… Pearl asked me to… ummm… He looked like a sad little puppy who had pissed on the carpet.
Connall laughed and looked at her with a gleam in his eye. “Hey, whatever she wants, she gets. I think we all know that. You did nothing wrong. But now I’m home, and we need some alone time. We’ll all talk more in the morning. I need to make a few things clear, apparently.”
The men slipped past him to leave the room. The young woman placed the plate with the remaining cheesecake on the nightstand, gave both a shy smile, and walked out, closing the door behind her.
“Cheesecake? I’m guessing you didn’t leave me any?”
Pearl shrugged. “I got hungry… and needy.” She glanced down at his cock, slowly filling and growing longer between his muscular legs.
He walked around the bed, took another sip of beer, and set the bottle next to the plate. Poking a finger into the chunk of cheesecake, he slid it into his mouth and sucked it clean.
“Hmmm, not bad.” He stretched his arms overhead and twisted back and forth, his back and neck popping and cracking.
She looked at him with her eyes narrowed. “What happened to the gray in your beard? Your hair is darker, too. Shit. Tell me you didn’t…”
“I did. I fucking had to. Apparently, we recruited a couple of rapists. You know how I feel about that. And guess what? They thought they could ambush me and take over the pack. Fucking idiots. We need to round everyone up for a little history lesson and lecture tomorrow morning.”
She frowned. “I’m sorry, baby. I know what that does to you, what it’s always done to you. Come here.”
She sat up and spread her arms wide for him, her full breasts hanging and attracting his hungry eyes. He wanted them in his mouth, but he wanted something else first.
He looked down at the cheesecake again. “You like sweets, huh?”
Scooping some into his cupped hand, he reached down and took hold of his throbbing cock. He was stiffening and growing longer and harder. Stroking his shaft with the creamy treat, he moaned in the back of his throat and felt himself swelling even more. It felt good.
He moved closer to the bed, slowly stroking his thick cock with the sweet cheesecake. With a tiny smile, Pearl climbed onto her hands and knees and crawled to him.
He rumbled with hunger. “Open your mouth for me. Show me what a good girl you are…”
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