Sanders stood peering from the motel window. The sun started to set, and the sky changed from bright orange to a dusky purple. Street lights flickered, and cars which passed along the street now flicked on their headlights. It’d soon be time to move and clock up some miles between them and Declan, and his lapdog sidekick, Gabriel. He turned back into the room and stared at the bed as Tanya and Megan’s naked bodies were entwined.

What an excellent position I’m in. Two women who try to better each other in pleasing me.

He grinned and walked naked across the room. His body lithe and muscled, although wrapped up in skin which sagged in some places. Once he’d completed his work, the ceremony would change. His skin would suck back tightly against his torso. Wrinkles would vanish, and he’d look nigh on twenty to thirty years younger.

He picked up his long black coat and slipped it over his bare shoulders. He fastened a couple of the buttons and ran his finger through his graying hair. Sanders stood at the foot of the bed and peered at the two girls.

“As good in bed and as loyal as you are, I think there’s better out there,” he muttered under his breath. “A king needs a queen who can lead, and not only one who gives good head.” He spun and picked up the bunch of keys from the table.

An icy chill blew between the motel rooms and wafted up inside his coat. Sanders laughed while the skin on his sack tightened around his balls. A good thing it’s not always cold.

He sauntered around the motel complex and made his way to the parking lot. The keys in his pocket jangled as he pushed his hand into it and slipped his finger through the key ring. He pulled them out and twirled them around his little finger. His lips pursed and he started to whistle. He scoured the parking lot and noticed he was alone; he stepped off the path and made his way to the rear of his vehicle.

He pulled open the rear doors and sat on the edge of the luggage area. He stretched inside and pulled on the carry handle of the metal case which lay there, against the rear seats. He dragged it toward him and checked the combination lock to see if it’d been tampered with.

He spun the four dials to a year which was close to his heart. 1884.

The lock popped open, and he peered around the doors to make sure no one could see him or that anyone approached. He lifted the lid and looked inside. He pulled at the black suede cloth and picked it up with his thumb and forefinger. Three, small, gas canisters nestled in the bottom of the case. A face-mask connected to the center one. He looked at the dial. It hovered next to the red zone.

Fuck, almost empty.

He tapped one, and it made a hollow sound. The one he was connected to was very similar. The third sounded full. Sanders sighed, and he knew the cylinder wouldn’t last him into Mexico. He pondered over what to do while he held the mask over his mouth. He inhaled and broadened his chest as he pushed the release button. The green gas flowed from the tank and entered into his lungs. He felt the mind-altering fumes wash over his brain. For most of the Creek, it’d be too much. Sanders had built up a tolerance over the previous weeks and months while Declan and Noelle were AWOL.

His mind cleared, and he saw everything much better. He was back in control. He dropped the mask back into the box and covered it before closing the lid. He flipped the combination lock back to his number and made sure it was locked. The keys fell back into his pocket as he clasped his hands together.

“Now I’ve got the munchies,” he murmured.

Sanders ambled down the sidewalk and breathed in the early evening air. He could smell the ocean and could taste the saltiness on his lips. He licked them, knowing he wanted another type of saltiness.

He walked another block or two and noticed a motel which appeared to be busier than many of the others. Cars pulled into the parking lot, as if by rotation. He tuned in with his inner senses. He heard the smacking of lips while gum was being chewed, and he listened to the clank of beer bottles and the hustle and bustle of a dealer peddling his wares.

His head nodded as he reached close enough to see the action. Now, this is my type of place.

Sanders approached the lit sign which remained stuck in the grass that said Exit. A busty girl leaned against a palm tree. She wore a cropped, fake, fur jacket, and her lips appeared over-sized from the amount of lipstick she wore. As Sanders approached, she pushed the heel of her red thigh-length boots into the bark of the tree. Her breasts now pushed out and parted the front of her jacket.

“Lookin’ for a good time, mister?” she asked, while chewing her gum.

“Just browsing,” he replied.

“Browse all you want, mister, you’ll come back this way when you see what’s on offer.” She spread her legs as her latex pants sat well and pulled tightly against her body. Her bottom lip vanished as she nibbled on it and ran her finger over the outline of her curves.

“We’ll see. I’ll keep you in mind,” Sanders replied. He walked across the parking lot. A guy sat on an empty plastic pale. In front of him was a plastic chest. “What you got in there?”

The guy pulled on the rope and the lid flipped. “Beer. I got beer. Take your pick.”

Sanders spun the bottles in the ice. He picked one and thrust a note toward the guy. “I can’t change that,” he said, waving the note in the air and making sure no one spotted the hundred. “Come back and the second one’s on the house.”

Sanders strolled down the hallway. The lower ground rooms had dim and red lights glowing from them. It half-prevented anyone looking in as their curtains closed, but the silhouettes presented the sordid sexual action which was going on inside.

He walked past a corridor. A guy about twenty smiled. Sanders looked down and saw a cropped head bobbing. That guy appeared to be much older. Whatever takes your fancy. He neared the end of the hallway. One room had the curtain open, and a brunette sat on the table dressed in black satin underwear. They were highlighted with red flowers. Her fishnet stockings covered her slender legs, and her patent black stilettos shone from the red light which sat above her head.

Sanders spotted that she was different, she didn’t chew gum, and her finger traced a seductive line on her plump lips… like she wanted to give head.

Sanders stood facing the window. He nodded toward the door. The brunette gestured with her finger to go inside. His hand fell onto the stainless steel handle and twisted. Sanders stepped inside as the girl slid from the table and grabbed both curtains. She closed them tightly and turned, real-slow.

Sanders opened the buttons on his coat and pulled it to the side. His naked body was highlighted by the blood-red satin lining.

“Ready for action I see,” the brunette said.

“Always.”

“What’s your delight?” she purred, easily slipping her bra from her ripe breasts.

“I’m looking for a queen.”

“What a coincidence,” she said as she eased her panties over her hips. “I was born to be a queen.” She flicked her head to the side, and her long locks fell over one shoulder. Sanders’ attention was caught as he spotted the pulsing vein in her neck.

He dropped his coat over the back of the chair and grinned. “One way or another, my search is over.”

Sascha woke and rolled over to Gabriel. She ran her fingertips over his bicep. He stirred and wiggled his arm from the tickle. He muttered under his breath. She giggled and ran her finger closer to his ear. His hand lifted and swatted at her as if her tender touch was a fly. His fingers wrapped around Sascha’s wrist. He opened one eye and looked at her.

“You thought I was asleep, huh?”

“But now you’re not, and we’ve got some unfinished business before we meet the others,” she cooed.

Gabriel acted dumb on purpose. “You mean the cell?” Sascha shook her head and whipped off the bedsheet.

“You know exactly what I mean.”

She sat upright and rolled Gabriel onto his stomach. She reached over and grabbed the small bottle of baby oil. The cap popped and she drizzled a little onto the palm of her hand. She rubbed them together as she straddled over Gabriel’s back. Her hands kneaded his shoulders. His muscles glistened as the light fell onto the oil. She prodded and probed and hit all the right spots as her hands worked their way down to his waist. His head nuzzled in the pillow and his hands laid by his sides.

“You’ve got such a nice touch,” he said. He could feel their chemistry and he enjoyed being near her.

“I studied all this in college. I was going to be a masseur but changed to become a doctor. Job security and all that,” she replied.

She drizzled more oil on the firm cheeks of Gabriel’s ass. She caressed him hard as her thumbs slipped between his inner thighs. She inched her body lower. Gabriel widened his legs so she could rub more oil on the inside of his legs. She slapped him on the ass and told him to turn over.

Gabriel did as he was told. He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Sascha threw her leg over his and rubbed her hands over his chest. His stomach tensed as her fingers stroked over his abs. She grabbed the bottle and poured oil over her breasts. She lifted her hands and caressed herself. Gabriel looked up and smiled. Her oiled body was glowing in the light.

“Are you ready for a little oriental?”

Gabriel shook his head to signal that he had no idea what she meant. Sascha lowered her body and started rubbing her body against his. Her oiled breasts pushed hard against his abs and glided up toward his broad chest. Gabriel sighed as he felt her legs tighten around his. Her womanhood rubbed up against his thigh as Sascha rocked her hips back and forth. She sat and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. His eyes fell over her body as her oiled hand stroked the full length of his shaft. His cock ached as she brought him to full arousal. He sighed with pleasure as her hand tightened its grip.

Sascha slid her oiled body up his legs and straddled his other leg. Her hips rose as she pushed the tip of his cock against her soft velvety skin. Her head tilted back, and her hair fell over her shoulders. Her hips gently lowered as the head of Gabriel’s shaft pushed effortlessly inside of her. She was aroused.

She bobbed as each fall of her body sheathed his manhood more. She felt him fill her hot wet depths as she plunged her hips to the base of his shaft. Her hands pushed against his chest, and she arched her back and caressed her perky and aroused breasts. She fumbled with her tips. Her oiled nipples began slipping from her fingers. She cupped herself and bucked with sexual abandonment.

Gabriel grabbed her hips and lifted her as she rose. His hips thrust up as their bodies crashed together. Gabriel thrust wildly inside as Sascha sucked in lustful gasps. His chest heaved as she ran her hands through her flowing locks. She moaned and groaned as Gabriel plunged his fingers harder, delving them into her hips. Sascha’s body clenched and shuddered as his powerful fullness filled her so well.

“Geez, I can’t wait until you get your wolf back,” she murmured. “You’re so sexy.”

Gabriel looked deeply into her eyes. “What happens if I don’t?”

“Who gives a flying fuck, I feel more-than-satisfied,” she whispered. Her hips gyrated as she enveloped the full length of his large erection. Gabriel bucked and jerked. Her body clenched around his shaft as he panted harder.

“You want to change position?” he asked.

“No! This is perfect,” Sascha squealed out with delight.

She placed her hand on his chest and clenched her fingers. Her hips rocked in all directions as she felt the wondrous butterflies welling up inside her. Her core was becoming satisfied as her pleasure grew and was met by him.

Shallow pants of ecstasy fled from her lungs. Her eyes glimmered as her inner wolf senses were stirred. She arched her back and pushed her hips harder to accommodate the full length of his hardness. She groaned as her shallow breaths turned into a low growl, and she was now sucking air through clenched teeth.

“Gab, I think I’m almost there,” she cooed.

“Make sure you come with me,” he replied, thrusting his hips upward.

A frenzied explosion of exquisite sensations filled every fiber of her body. She pulled in her stomach, and her body slumped, satisfied. Her hair fell over his face.

She stared deeply and gazed into his eyes.“I’m coming,” she whispered.

Gabriel arched his body in wild response. His body crashed hard against Sascha’s quivering hips. He pushed harder and felt his release flood into her depths. He jerked again as he felt his body spill over a second and a third time. A cry of glorious release fell from his lips.

Sascha rolled from his body. She panted like a dog in heat as her body shuddered and calmed from her climactic moment. “Oh boy!” she murmured, glaring at the ceiling. The glow of her inner wolf’s eyes now fading. Gabriel’s broad chest rose and fell. His body was spent as he calmly gasped for fresh breaths of air.

“Damn. We need to go out hunting,” he said.

“We all have needs and Declan needs us,” she replied.

“If it were anyone else, I’d call it off and spend the evening in bed,” he said with a smirk. “Because it’s him; and I owe him big time, we’ll do it. Anyway. Hunting might make you frisky.”

Sascha rolled her head to the side. Gabriel pushed her hair from her face and caressed her cheek.

“I’ve still got half a bottle of baby oil to make me frisky,” she replied.

“Yeah, you do. But we’ve tried that, so now it’s not new.”

Sascha had a twinkle in her eye. “It’ll be new when I bring out my friend,” she added.

“Yeah, he’s made of silicone, and he’s fully charged.”

Gabriel sat up straight and swung his legs off the bed. He stood and grabbed his towel.

“Come on. Move your ass,” he said. “The quicker we get out, the quicker we can get back.” He grinned.

“You're a viper and your love's a fever, always saying something profane, you lunge and go for my unwary vein.”