One Bite [A Tigers of Twisted, Texas Novella] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Always and forever, baby. No one else’s.”

  Her body hummed just being close to them. She wanted them, hell, needed them. Her hunger had nothing to do with the wonderful aroma drifting in from the kitchen. “Guys, I’m not very hungry. Are you?”

  John’s smile wavered. “We can wait, if that’s what you want. Why?”

  “You’re staying.” Ford had a way of asking a question without actually asking.

  She ducked her head, sure of what she wanted most, then lifted her gaze to meet John’s. “I only want one bite.”

  “Sure. I’ll get the appetizers.”

  John was half out of his chair when she stopped him. “No, you’re not getting me. It’s not the appetizers I want.” She gave him a searching look, then gave Ford the same one. “I only want one bite from both of you.”

  At first, she was sure she’d have to spell it out for them. Then the amber bits flared in their eyes and she knew they understood.

  “Lena, we’re skipping the food for now,” called John. He laughed and pulled Eden onto her feet. “Upstairs, darlin’.”

  She smiled as they put her between them and practically ran toward the staircase. They were just starting up when Lena poked her head around the door into the hallway.

  “Why aren’t y’all going to—” Lena’s smile grew wide as she took them in. “Oh. Okay. The food can wait. I’ll see you three later.” She gave them a wink. “Or tomorrow.”

  Eden was like a new bride on her wedding night. Although they’d already had sex, walking into their bedroom made her feel special, brand-new, and ready to become their mate. If they hadn’t looked so damn sexy, she would’ve laughed as the men tore off their clothes. Suit jackets fell to the floor followed by white shirts and Ford’s red tie. They heeled off the boots, not waiting until their slacks hit the top of the boots before kicking them off.

  She stepped back, loving the scene they made. The amber in their eyes grew stronger.

  If only I’d worn nicer underwear.

  She’d thrown on her most comfortable bra and panties. There were holes and tears, but they were her favorites. If she could’ve changed, she would have. Instead, she started for the bathroom.

  “Hey, where are you going?” Ford’s voice deepened, filled with his blatant craving.

  “I, um, think I’ll get out of my clothes in here.”

  “What for?” The muscle in John’s jaw twitched. His gaze slid up and down her.

  “It’s just that… Well, I thought I’d be helping Lena so I didn’t wear nice clothes”—she fingered the old T-shirt—“or…you know.”

  “We don’t give a damn what you’re wearing.” Ford came at her and pushed her against the wall. “You’re not going to have them on for much longer.”

  John stood close by. “It doesn’t matter what you wear. You’d be sexy as hell wearing a garbage bag.”

  “No more talk. I need to fuck you.” Ford growled and yanked on her jeans.

  “Hang on. There’s one more thing we need to talk about.” John gritted his teeth, forcing the words past them.

  “What the shit, man?”

  John shoved Ford back from her. “I need to say this.” He touched her cheek. “I love you. We love you. You’re our woman and our mate. There never was and there never will be anyone else.”

  They’d said the words she’d longed to hear and yet hadn’t dreamed to expect so soon. She held back a rush of emotion.

  Ford tilted his head at her. “And?”

  She knew what he wanted, but why not play with him first? “And what?”

  His growl went to a baritone sound. “And do you love us?”

  She played coy with them. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe? What the hell does that mean?”

  “It means she’s teasing us.” John slammed his hands against the wall then rested on his elbows as he put his face close to hers.

  His warm breath flowed his unique musky scent over her. She parted her lips, drawing in the aroma through both her mouth and nose. Her tigress purred inside her.

  “Tell us. Say the words straight out, darlin’.”

  She couldn’t have held back another second even if he hadn’t demanded she say it out loud. “I love you, John McCaffrey, and I love you, Ford Hiller. I have from the moment you stopped me on the street.” Her hand found its way between his legs. “Now get to it. Fuck me then claim me.”

  His startled, then grinned. “In that order?”

  “Yeah. In that order.”

  Pulled away from the wall by both men, her body jerked as her clothes were torn from her. Her jeans and T-shirt were thrown aside. Her panties and bra would never be the same, shredded as the men shifted and brought out their fangs.

  Once again, she was slammed against the wall, forcing the breath from her. Ford gripped her ass and plunged his cock inside her pussy. His mouth tortured her tits, his hard body crushed hers. She barely had enough time to suck in a breath before his kiss claimed it. The wall shuddered, pictures rattling as he pounded into her.

  This is what’s it’s like to be claimed as a woman.

  Soon I’ll know what it’s like to be claimed as a tigress.

  She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails far enough into his skin to bring spots of bright red to the surface. Turning her head to capture a breath, she closed her eyes and rejoiced in the feel of her mate taking her.

  Ford’s hot breath burned her skin, but it was no match for the fire inside her pussy. She was ablaze with passion, lighting up not only her body, but her mind. Her beast clawed its way toward the surface, demanding to meet its mates, demanding to be fucked.

  A low growl and a rough yank had Ford pulling her away from the wall. John came up behind her, his hands groping her ass cheeks. Fingers slipped into her butt hole, twisting and turning. She opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder only to have him claim her mouth.

  Ford took them with him as he put his back against the wall he’d shoved her against. Using it as support, he leaned back, tilting his body to position hers and give John a better angle.

  John clutched a hunk of her hair and pulled her head back. His teeth skimmed along the back of her neck as he shoved his cock inside her asshole.

  She was filled, stretched farther than ever. Yet it wasn’t only her body they filled. They swelled her heart with their love overflowing into hers.

  They rammed together, capturing her between them. They were rough, but she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Their hands fondled and pinched. Their tongues skimmed over her flesh before their teeth nibbled.

  She cried out as her orgasm took her. Dizzy, she clung to Ford. Their growls heralding their releases echoed in her ears until she could no longer hear her cries over theirs. Their hot seed spilled into her.

  Ford slipped to the floor, taking her with him. She slumped against him, letting him keep her from melting to the floor. John knelt beside her, his hand possessively on her hip.

  She was exhausted, but she couldn’t wait any longer. “Claim me. One bite is all it takes.”

  “Which one of us?”

  “Both. I need to have both of you bite me.”

  She was still trying to catch her breath, her heart still racing when their fangs sank into her shoulders, John on the left and Ford on the right. Pain tore her apart and she screamed. Her tigress roared as blood slid down her back and chest.

  Darkness came, bringing sweet relief.

  Epilogue

  Four months later

  Eden was so grateful to John and Ford. As much as they wanted to return to Phoenix, they’d agreed to stay in Twisted. Even when her parents had offered to set them up in their own construction business if they came back, they’d done what made her happy.

  “They’re terrific guys, sis.” Mariah leaned against the railing of the front porch.

  “I’m one lucky girl, that’s for sure.” She lifted the glass of lemonade and took a sip.

  Ford and John, their shirts off and thei
r tanned bodies glistening with sweat, worked together to put up a fence in front of the rental house. Until they could find a place of their own, hopefully outside Twisted, they’d have to share the small home with her sister.

  How many guys would be willing to live with their future sister-in-law? Especially a sister-in-law like Mariah?

  The wedding was only a week away. Since she could legally marry only one of them, they’d drawn straws and Ford had been the lucky winner.

  “I was jealous of you, you know. Most of my life, in fact.”

  Eden shook her head. “I don’t understand why. We’re twins so I certainly can’t be better-looking than you. And you’re just as smart. And more outgoing, too.”

  Mariah shrugged. “You were the good one. You were the one our parents always talked about to their friends. I was the bad kid they had to keep their eye on.”

  She laughed. She couldn’t help it, even when Mariah turned around to glare at her. “I used to be jealous of you.”

  “What the hell for?”

  “Because you were the one our parents spent the most time with.”

  “They just wanted to keep me out of trouble. They didn’t have to worry about you.”

  “Maybe, but I wanted their attention, too.”

  Mariah came to sit beside her in the swing. “Damn, we sure had it all wrong, didn’t we?”

  “Yeah. We sure did.”

  Her sister nodded toward Ford and John. “What about them? Are they okay with you keeping your waitress job?”

  “Sure. Why wouldn’t they be?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I overheard them talking about babies. Are you ready to be a mommy?”

  A thrill rushed through Eden. “I’d better be.”

  Her sister twisted toward her. “Are you…?”

  “I sure am.”

  “Oh, wow.” Mariah hugged her then, as was her way, made it all about her. “I’m going to be the best auntie ever.”

  “You’d better be.”

  “Do you know what you’re having yet?”

  Eden laughed, drawing her men’s attention. She waved and they waved back. “I’m barely preggers. It’ll be a while before I know.”

  “Have you told them?” Mariah’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

  “Not yet.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m not sure how.” Eden bit her lower lip. She had to tell them soon, especially now that her sister knew. Soon the entire town would find out.

  “Just tell them.”

  “I will. But it’s not about being pregnant. It’s about the twin thing.”

  Mariah hopped up and down in her seat, jostling the swing. “Holy crap. I forgot about that. Hey, maybe you’ll get lucky and have twin girls.”

  Twin girls. Oh, hell.

  “What are you two talking about?” Ford strode toward her. John followed behind.

  Eden swallowed, the rush of need overwhelming her. The connection along with her lust for them had grown stronger after she’d gotten pregnant.

  “No time like the present, sis.” Mariah got up and headed for the front door. She stepped inside the house, ready to close the door behind her. “Just remember, guys. It only took one.”

  John’s eyebrows darted between his eyes. “One what?”

  Eden patted the swing on either side of her. “One good swimmer. Come and sit down. I’ll explain everything.”

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.

  Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was, and remains, downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.

  Jane spends her days in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Often a new character will knock on the door of her imagination and spark the idea for another book.

  Her future includes traveling, learning the art of photography, traveling, and writing more books. Thanks to her loving husband, she continues to turn her dreams into realities.

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