Wolf-Bound: Beasts in the Labyrinth

  Praise for the writing of Rachel Bo

  “Twice Blessed” in Rated: X-mas

  “Twice Blessed” lives up to Rachel Bo’s reputation of hot ménages and sex. Damien and Devlin are some of the hottest alphas around and twins no less!

  -- Ann Lee, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

  I had to stop to catch my breath after this one! Be aware these scenes go a step farther than many werewolf stories…but Ms Bo skillfully shows the sexual encounters to be part of the context of the mating between these weyrwolves and Jenny… Wolf lovers, this is a hot new keeper for you!

  --Patrice, The Romance Studio

  While “Twice Blessed” may push boundaries for some readers, Rachel Bo has delivered a well-written story with wonderful characters and an awesome premise. Some of the scenes between Jenny and the twins are so well done that readers may be panting for more.

  -- Crystal, Sizzling Romances

  Ms. Bo is a very talented author who has created an extremely hot tale of werewolf lust

  and love. I adored the story so much that I am sure I will reread it repeatedly.

  -- Susan White, Coffee Time Romance

  Rated: X-mas is now available from Loose Id.

  WOLF-BOUND:

  BEASTS IN THE LABYRINTH

  Rachel Bo

  www.loose-id.com

  Warning

  This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Loose Id e-books are for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  * * * * *

  This book is rated:

  For substantial explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable (ménage, sex with shapeshifters in shapeshifted form).

  Wolf-Bound: Beasts in the Labyrinth

  Rachel Bo

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Published by

  Loose Id LLC

  1802 N Carson Street, Suite 212-29

  Carson City NV 89701-1215

  www.loose-id.com

  Copyright © March 2005 by Rachel Bo

  All rights reserved. This copy is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this e-book may be reproduced or shared in any form, including, but not limited to printing, photocopying, faxing, or emailing without prior written permission from Loose Id LLC.

  ISBN 1-59632-105-9

  Available in Adobe PDF, HTML, MobiPocket, and MS Reader

  Printed in the United States of America

  Editor: Raven McKnight

  Cover Artist: April Martinez

  Publisher’s Note

  The Wolf-Bound series begins in “Twice Blessed”, part of Rated: X-mas. However, Wolf-Bound: Beasts in the Labyrinth does stand alone.

  Chapter One

  Tara wandered the labyrinth, awed by the thought of the deft artistry required to shape greenery into forms exhibiting such delicate irreality, yet retaining an air of enduring impregnability. In the fading light, she ambled wistfully between tall, imposing green walls, grinning wryly at the imperturbable creations presiding over each unexpected dead end. Green and graceful, fanciful topiaries posed in their corners and crannies, chaotic yet meticulously constrained, seeming to regard Tara’s attempts to find her way with enigmatic amusement.

  Then she rounded a carefully trimmed hedge and she found it -- the heart of the labyrinth. Two heads turned with carnivorous haste, and Tara gazed into two sets of eyes richer than chocolate, and gasped. She knew immediately that they were beasts, despite the façade of darkly handsome bad boys they wore to hide their natures.

  Their gazes, sharp and suspicious, took in every aspect of her shape and attire, nostrils quivering as they sniffed the air. Tension -- hair-trigger and pounce-ready -- vibrated in the dusky clearing. For a long moment, Tara was sure she would become one of those anecdotal mysteries on the evening news -- “Woman Mauled to Death by Unknown Animal at Local Tourist Attraction.”

  Then the one on the left relaxed, and smiled. Tara’s heart started beating again. “You startled us. We thought the grounds had closed for the day.”

  “Th-They were about to.” Tara’s tongue tripped over itself as she stammered, relief trembling through her. “I-I talked them into letting me in at the last minute. My friend visited a couple of years ago, and was so impressed, and it’s my first time here, and I thought I could find the center before dark, and...” She trailed off, sensing their amusement. Shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m babbling. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” In the fading light, she could hardly make out their chiseled, handsome features any longer. Sighing, she turned back toward the maze. “I’d better go.”

  “We’ll go with you.” Abruptly, the speaker was beside her, and her hand tingled as he laced his fingers through hers. She looked up. “I’m Johnathan, by the way.” He glanced back into the clearing. “Tall, dark, and silent over there is my brother, Jacob.” His warm tone, liquid and luscious as caramel, melted away any objection she might have been considering. “How about it, Jake? Shall we show our Irish cousin a bit of the New Orleans nightlife?”

  Good ears. Having never actually lived in Ireland, Tara retained only a faint hint of the Irish brogue she’d picked up from her parents. Were these guys Irish, too? If so, she couldn’t hear it.

  She didn’t hear a reply, either, but a moment later Johnathan tugged her possessively along, finding his way unerringly in the dark, and she could feel Jacob’s brooding presence trailing behind. Tara astonished herself by allowing it to happen -- letting two perfect strangers herd her along. But that was just it -- they were perfect, and she definitely wanted a chance to know them better.

  Before she knew it, they were back at the starting point, where a quick rattle of the gate brought a caretaker out to unlock it, though he glowered at them in the yellow light of a couple of imitation carriage-house lanterns hung from the gate’s finials.

  On the street, Jake seemed to acquire some of his brother’s good humor, draping his arm across Tara’s shoulder as Johnathan guided them toward Bourbon Street. It wasn’t until Johnathan began pushing into a crowd of revelers reluctant to relegate Mardi Gras to the past, and grateful for the excuse of an impending St. Patrick’s Day to dye their hair green and bare breasts painted with four-leaf clovers, that Tara stood her ground, refusing to move any farther. “Where are we going?”

  Johnathan glanced back with a puzzled expression. Warm breath on her ear sent a sultry heat racing through her veins, raising goosebumps in places she hadn’t even known could goose. “What’s your name?” Jake murmured.

  Knowing it was probably a very bad idea, she told him. “Tara.”

  “Well, Tara, we’re headed for a quiet place where we can get to know each other better.” His lips brushed her earlobe. Fire kindled in her pussy, and Tara thought she would dissolve into a puddle of longing right there in the middle of downtown New Orleans. “Okay?”

  Fierce desire licked through her veins, rendering her completely incapable of coherent speech for a long moment. They were strangers; she knew they could be dangerous, and also seemed slightly desperate, and yet... they were the ones she had looked for all her life. Wild ones. Wolves, like Damien and Devlin, whom she’d fantasized about through her teenage yea
rs. She’d never met anyone like them, couldn’t let them get away. Throwing caution to the star-dappled sky, she tightened her grip on Johnathan’s hand, looked up into Jake’s eyes, and nodded.

  Chapter Two

  At a club called the Blue Moon, Johnathan scooted into one of the semicircular booths lining the back wall, and Tara and Jake slid in beside him. She couldn’t help thinking of herself as the meat in a very unusual sandwich as their eyes roamed her body, caressing each curve and peak like a familiar lover. Cheeks hot, she looked away.

  “Tara.” Jake’s voice, rich and smooth as molasses, oozed into her every pore, imbuing her with desire, flooding her pussy with sticky warmth. Their animal nature, the rich, sensual vitality of them, tugged at her body with a strength and allure that was overwhelming -- like a dark, dangerous pool that she nevertheless yearned to jump into, knowing she might drown. “What brings you to New Orleans?”

  She shrugged, looking back and forth between them, unable to drink in enough of their dark, shaggy hair, their swoon-inducing eyes. “It’s my birthday. Well, it will be in a couple more days. St. Patrick’s Day.”

  Jake chuckled. “An Irish lass born on St. Patrick’s Day? What are the odds?”

  Tara laughed, too. “I know. You wouldn’t believe how many kids accused me of making that up when I was young. Anyway, I decided to take a week off around my birthday this year. A friend of mine had been to New Orleans a few years ago, and it sounded like such fun that I’ve wanted to visit ever since. So here I am. Kind of a birthday present to myself.”

  Johnathan watched her intently. “No... significant other back home?”

  Tara squirmed, unaccountably shy now that it came down to particulars. “Why?”

  Johnathan smiled, a big, toothy grin that sent shivers to her groin. “Because if there isn’t, we don’t have to feel guilty about seducing you.”

  Tara swallowed hard. “Is that what you’re doing?”

  Johnathan flicked a glance toward his brother. Tara turned her head, and sank in the quicksand of Jacob’s deep, penetrating gaze. “I don’t know, Tara.” His hand closed on her knee, slid up beneath her skirt. Her heart pounded as he pressed his fingers against her panties. “You’re so wet.” His fingers teased at the elastic.

  “Can we?” Johnathan whispered in her right ear. “Can we fuck you, Tara?”

  There were very few patrons in the dark bar on this Tuesday night, and the few that were there paid no attention to the people around them. A blues singer played the piano softly. Her rich, husky voice throbbed with the pain of longing, echoing Tara’s need. Moaning, she parted her legs. With a growl, Jacob pushed aside her panties and slipped a finger inside her. Unable to face those piercing eyes any longer, Tara closed hers, laying her head back against the booth’s padded plastic.

  Johnathan’s hand crept between her thighs, one finger joining his brother’s inside her. Oblivious to the world, Tara tossed her head, moaning softly, repeatedly, as their fingers dipped and glided among her slick folds. Heat and pleasure blossomed in her groin. Reaching out, she grasped their shoulders as she began to rock her hips.

  Responding to her urgency, their fingers wriggled faster and faster, until Tara arched and held her breath as sheer pleasure twisted her up like a child on a swing, then released her in a wild, spinning rush that left her reeling and gasping for breath, hanging on to them for balance.

  Tara opened her eyes. “Oh, God.”

  Jacob chuckled. “How was it?”

  Tara pulled him roughly toward her and kissed him, sliding her tongue over his sharp, gleaming teeth. Johnathan’s breath warmed her neck. Growling softly, he nipped her, then ran his tongue tantalizingly across the tender flesh.

  Tara tore herself away from Jacob’s lips to gasp, “More.”

  Johnathan took her hand in his and scooted quickly out of the booth, drawing her up with him. “Let’s go.”

  Their room was small, dark furnishings and heavy curtains soaking up the dull light from a lone lamp by the bed. Tara didn’t care. Even the musty smell didn’t bother her. Her flesh burned for their touch. She couldn’t stand the feel of fabric against her skin. While they sat on the bed, watching, she stripped.

  Johnathan stood and reached out, tugging the barrette from her hair so that her auburn curls tumbled down her back. “You should always wear your hair down.” He tugged a handful over her shoulder, teased her ripe nipples with the soft strands. “It’s beautiful, Irish.”

  “Thank you.” Tara swallowed hard. He looked into her eyes with such intensity, such... fondness, and that was just stupid, because they didn’t even know one another. This was just a fling. She’d come to New Orleans to get away, and yes, hoping to do something wild and crazy and totally fulfilling, but not looking for anything permanent. Yet Johnathan’s gaze drank her in, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. No man had ever looked at her that way before, and she was pretty good-looking. She was her own woman, though, with no desire to be tied down. For a brief moment, she considered leaving -- grabbing her clothes and getting out before the waters got too deep -- but then Johnathan’s lips were on her neck, and he was kissing his way down between her breasts, and all thought of leaving fled her mind.

  His mouth caressed her belly. Jacob stood behind her, pushing aside her thick waterfall of hair. He kissed her neck, then flicked his tongue across her flesh as he traced the curve of her spine. Every touch sent a flame of desire lancing into her pussy. Even though she was bare, it didn’t seem to be enough. She pictured shaving herself -- her head, her bush, even her arms and legs -- removing all traces of anything that might get between her flesh and theirs.

  Johnathan grasped her thighs, urging them apart as he planted soft kisses along the edge of her curly bush. His mouth closed on her clit at the same moment that Jacob’s tongue teased the beginning of the hollow between her cheeks.

  Tara arched, curling her fingers into Johnathan’s shoulders as he flicked his tongue, hot and wet, back and forth across her inflamed clit. “Oh, God.”

  Jacob’s hands stole between her thighs, pushed them farther apart. Johnathan’s tongue snaked its way down to the edge of her wet slit. Tara gasped, bending her knees a little to give him better access. Johnathan hooked his elbows under her thighs, just above the knee, grasping her waist, giving her something to lean on.

  Johnathan’s tongue inside her pussy nearly made her explode. She moaned, staving off the climax with a supreme effort of will. She breathed heavily, breaking out in a fine sweat.

  In and out, round and round his tongue twirled, while Jacob’s feather-soft kisses lighted on her buttocks like butterflies. Tara reached back with one hand, ran her fingers through his dark, unruly locks. His grip on her waist tightened. “Tara.” His hands slipped down, caressed her inner thighs. His fingers trailed through the juices trickling down them, slipped up between her buttocks. “Tara, I want to...” His voice trailed off.

  Trembling from the effort of fighting off a climax aching to come entirely too soon, she managed to gasp, “What?”

  Johnathan buried his tongue deep inside her. His hands crept up her thighs, parted her cheeks for Jacob. Jacob’s finger, damp with her juices, circled round her anus. “I want to tongue-fuck you, too, Tara.”

  “Oh -- Oh, God.” The thought of having both their tongues inside her was nearly enough to unleash the control she was fighting so hard to maintain. “Oh, God, yes!”

  Jacob slipped his finger into her ass once, twice, sending feverish corkscrews of bliss twirling through her belly. “Oh, yes,” she breathed, rocking her hips gently. “Oh, yes. Fuck me.”

  Then the tip of his tongue snaked inside the tight canal, and they were both wriggling and writhing inside her, and she was bucking her hips frantically. “Oh, yes, yes. Deeper!” And then the dam burst, and Tara arched and screamed soundlessly as a firestorm raged inside her, stoked into peak after peak by their delicious, dancing tongues.

  As the spasms passed, they withdrew. Johnathan stood and h
elped her walk on wobbly legs over to the bed. She sat down gratefully, looking up at them. She didn’t know what to say, what to do.

  Like mirror images, they undressed in front of her. Slipped their t-shirts off over their heads, revealing darkly tanned, muscular torsos and six-pack abs. As they unzipped their jeans and slid them down past their hips, she couldn’t withhold a gasp. Their cocks were huge -- at least eight inches long, and thicker than any cock she’d ever had the pleasure to taste before. Suddenly, she was very hungry.

  Without saying a word, she slid to the floor, resting on her knees. Seeming to know instinctively what she planned, Jacob and Johnathan angled in toward each other, their jutting cocks almost touching.

  Tara grasped both cocks, holding them tight and twisting her hands like she was revving a motorcycle as she flicked her tongue across both their tips.

  Twin gasps rewarded her. She ran her tongue up and down each one, alternating back and forth, giving this one a kiss here, that one a nip there. They both groaned, two hands twining in her hair, clutching at her head. Tara surrounded Jacob’s head with her mouth, sucking gently. His fingers tightened on her scalp. “Mmmm, yeah. Oh, yeah, Tara.”

  She switched suddenly, taking Johnathan deep inside her, pressing his cock up tight against the roof of her mouth as she sucked. He shuddered. “Oh, shit. Yeah, baby. Yeah.”

  She switched again, then again, alternating rapidly between them, massaging their shafts continuously. When she detected the tart taste of their pre-cum, she smiled. Tightening her grip, she stroked their magnificent cocks, faster and faster, jacking them off until the tell-tale stiffening of every muscle in their bodies told her it was time. She pressed the tips of their cocks together, stretching her lips around both heads.