Mandy looked at him suspiciously. “You would do that?”
“As long as you understand that a lot of lone wolves genuinely are dangerous, and need to be put down. You know Austin hunts rogues. You know that the only wolves he puts down are mentally ill, violent killers.”
“Yes, I know.”
Grant frowned. “Have you and Austin been working together? Does he know you’re in the Network?”
“Does who know what now?” She blinked at him, wide-eyed and innocent. “The first rule of the Network is…you know the rest of the quote.”
“Honestly, I’m better off not knowing. So will you work with us?” Grant asked. “If we can work with the lone wolves, if they could come to us when they had useful information, we’d all be that much safer.”
Mandy looked at him thoughtfully. “You’d have to work through me. They’re not going to trust easily.”
“You should tell Truman,” Celeste said. “He might be okay with you being in the Network. At least give him a chance. Let me tell you, there is nothing more amazing than being with the wolf that you love.”
“I’ll think about it.” Mandy avoided her gaze.
“No, now,” Celeste insisted. “Don’t make me argue my case. Because if I have to, I will describe to you in graphic detail why Grant is so amazing.”
“No you won’t. You’re kind of a prude,” Mandy challenged her.
“Let’s start with Grant’s oral skills,” Celeste suggested. “I think his tongue is actually double jointed. So what he does to my—”
“Ahhhh!” Mandy shrieked, clapping her hands over her ears, and ran out of the room.
“So you like my tongue?” Grant grinned at Celeste.
Celeste smiled at him. “I love your tongue. I’m in a lot less pain now. You know what would distract me?”
Grant grinned wolfishly. After her shower, Celeste was dressed only in pajama bottoms and a vest top, and he made short work of removing them and tossing them onto the floor by the bed.
He threw the covers over his head with a flourish and slid down her body, parting her legs and nestling his head between them, inhaling deeply as he pressed his face against her pussy.
He started by licking the full length of her slit – long, slow licks that made her ache and writhe. It was slow torture, and he drew it out until she was half-crazy with need. Then he played his tongue over her folds, exploring each ridge and valley, lapping up the honeyed moisture that flooded her core.
She moaned her approval, and he responded by swirling his tongue around her entrance then thrusting it into her cunt, licking her inside and making her squirm. She spread her legs wider, and he pressed deeper, grazing her clit with his upper lip while his tongue danced inside her. She thought she might die if he stopped.
“Oh god,” she moaned. “Oh god, I love your tongue.”
She felt him smile against her most intimate flesh. Then he parted her folds with his thumbs to get better access to her clit, and he lashed the delicate bundle of nerves with his tongue, flickering it rapidly up and down, then switching to swirling movements around the exquisitely sensitive nub.
Celeste cried out and arched against him, pushing her hips against his face, wordlessly begging him for more.
He responded by holding her hips in place, kissing her pussy, rolling her clit between his lips until she was gasping and clutching at the bedclothes.
Then he pulled back for a moment and lifted her leg to hook it over his shoulder. He did the same with the other so she was wide open to him. He took a moment just to look at her, her flesh pink and glistening from his tongue and his fingers working her, making her wet for him. And he went back to work, lapping at her pussy, working her with his mouth until she spasmed, hard, against his mouth, groaning and thrashing her head against the pillows. All discomfort was gone, all thoughts of trouble and danger disappearing as fireworks went off throughout her body, lighting up her core and sending sparks to the very ends of her fingers and toes.
“Oh my God,” Celeste gasped. “To think I lived my entire life without this.” She sat up, smiling. “I need to go check on Jeffrey. First I want to go find Mandy and see if she talked to Truman.”
“I bet she chickened out,” Grant said. “That woman doesn’t have a romantic bone in her body. Trust me, I’ve known her for a long time.”
“We’ll see about that.” Celeste took a quick shower and headed out.
She came back a little while later with Jeffrey, who was carrying an armful of storybooks.
“Did you find Mandy?” Grant asked her.
She flashed him a smile. “Yep. I mean, I started to walk in to her room, and…then I walked back out. She was kind of busy. Let’s just say you lose your bet.”
