Holiday Howlz: Canine Call Page 2

Forty-eight hours until Christmas, the rising winter moon was full, the days short and the nights long and lonely for Jynx Islin.

Handsome and hot, Unit Leader Tratt had made her life at Red Alpha Base both miserable and wonderful. Jynx loved the work and she’d fallen for her sexy boss, but he maintained a respectful distance between himself and the team.

Love sucks, thought Jynx as she trotted to the pleasure center where Number Five and his mechanical cock provided nightly relief. Just like the moon pulled and tugged at the Earth creating the tides, it affected Jynx’s libido. And being in love only exacerbated her lycan needs. Without the pleasure center, she would have gone mad.

Several of her werewolf teammates had offered their services, but she’d declined. Pleasure bots had the necessary physical parts and Jynx’s imagination did the rest. Her favorite bot was Number Five. Like UL, the bot’s physique was muscular but lean, and his hair was straight and dark. She’d pre-programmed Number Five’s eye color to a unique sea green, the exact shade as UL’s, for the duration of the session.

Her training had taught Jynx to use her natural talents and to make use of her teammates’ abilities when confronting a problem or executing a mission. Unable to verbalize her feelings face-to-face, Jynx ramped up her wolf howl to a pitch meant for one pair of ears. Maybe one day UL would break discipline and answer her canine call.

So close to Christmas, the base ran on a skeleton crew and the pleasure center was deserted. Jynx shifted, fur retracting into skin, paws changing to hands and feet, body reforming and features reshaping to human form.

Dog tags dangling from a strap hanging around her neck, she opened the door. “Good evening. Number Five.”

“Good evening, Specialist Islin.” The bots eyes changed color from blue to sea green. “Thank you for visiting me tonight. How may I fulfill your desires?”

The bots were polite, a refreshing change from the majority of her male counterparts who treated Jynx as an equal, which meant they didn’t watch their mouths or refrain from sharing noisy bodily functions. The UL was direct but respectful, never crude. Maybe that was why Jynx found it easy to pretend Number Five was her sexy boss. “No change, repeat last program.”

The bot’s cock swelled and stretched to her pre-programmed specifications. Jynx hadn’t seen UL’s cock so she had to guess. Number Five wouldn’t mimic human male mating sounds during the session, but he’d respond to her verbal instructions.

Jynx stretched out on the bed and the bot positioned his shoulders beneath her spread thighs. Number Five slid his long tongue along her slit, the tip teasing her flesh with slow strokes, then circling her clit.

Unable to share her physical passion with UL, Jynx reached out to him audibly. “Yeowwww.”

Five plunged his tongue deep inside her pussy, thrusting in and out until she trembled and let loose with a high-pitched cry. Five captured her clit between his perfect lips and suckled.

Jynx grasped him by the hair, twining her fingers through the silky strands.

Suck me, Attus. Make me scream.

“Eieeeeee.”

Five slipped a finger into her pussy, fucking her. Her pussy was creaming, and the bot added a second finger, stretching her wet, quivering flesh to accommodate his long appendages.

Her breath came in fast gasps of pleasure as the bot worked his magic, the rhythm of fingers, lips and tongue in a programmed erotic symphony. The crescendo brought instant relief and a flush of heat spread over her skin, dewing the valley between her breasts and slicking her belly.

The bot lifted his head and opened his eyes.

“Very good, Number Five.”

Five removed his fingers and sat on the edge of the bed. Grasping the bot’s broad shoulders, Jynx straddled his lap and positioned the broad head of his cock at the entrance of her moist, ready pussy.

Looking into the bot’s amazing green eyes, Jynx pretended he was UL. Bouncing her hips, she moaned as the thick, hot gel cock filled her.

Controlling the pleasure, Jynx rode Five’s hard cock. Rising and falling, she undulated her hips, impaling herself again and again.

Crying out, she moved her hips faster, pounding flesh against the slick, formed gel. “Fuck me,” she screamed.

Fuck me, Attus.

The bot’s hips bucked, matching her wild rhythm. Her gaze locked on green eyes, Jynx clamped down on the thick cock inside her.

I love you, Attus.

Keening, she climaxed.

Her pussy still quivering from the climax, Jynx climbed off the bot’s lap. Although she’d climaxed twice, Jynx ached for more. Number Five had an always-ready cock, but the best program in the universe lost when compared to the real thing. If one wanted mindless sex, Number Five was just the ticket.

But Jynx wanted to love and to be loved. Damn you, Attus.

“Thank you, Number Five. I enjoyed my visit.”

Five stood. “Please visit me again, Specialist Islin.”

Jynx stepped outside into the moonlight. Despite the cold night air, she lifted her face to the moon.

“Specialist Islin.”

Recognizing his voice, Jynx snapped her head around, lifted her hand in salute and focused on the man standing in the shadows. “Good evening, sir.”

His green eyes glittered in the moonlight, his gaze flicking over her. “At ease.”

Given the number of shifters in the unit, nakedness wasn’t uncommon, but Jynx heard the quick intake of his breath. “We have a mission requiring your tracking skills,” he said. “Chopper’s moving out in fifteen. I’ll brief you when we’re underway.”

“How did you know where to find me?” Jynx asked, aware of UL’s hearing abilities. Would he admit he’d heard her high-pitched lycan howls?

A smile curving his lips, he pointed at the full moon. Then he turned and walked away.