by Jane Jamison
“He’s right, Rogan.” Travis stepped back as Rogan growled again. “Or stay that way. If I don’t find a spell soon, you may have to get used to being a wolf full time.”
Rogan padded away then spun back around. For a full minute, he didn’t move.
Could he change? Or was he waiting for her to say something? “Change, Rogan. I want you back into a man.” She smiled, trying to be a sultry as possible. “Hurry up. I’m dying to get all of you into bed.”
With an urgent-sounding whine, Rogan closed his eyes. For one awful moment, she was certain he couldn’t change. Then, all of a sudden, the blur came again. She watched, mesmerized, as wolf changed back into man.
Rogan leaned against her, taking her hands in his. “How do you feel now that you know everything?”
She hesitated, wanting to make certain of her answer. “I want to stay. I want to be your mate.” She looked to Martin. “And your wife.” Then to Travis. “And your whatever a wizard has.”
“Wife or mate will do,” added Travis. “I’d be honored to have you accept me as your boy toy, if you like.”
She laughed, suddenly realizing her feelings went deeper than she ever could’ve imagined. But did theirs? “Do you want me as your mate and wife because you need someone? Or because you really want me? We only just met. It’s not like we really know each other.”
Rogan eased onto the couch taking her along with him. “Look, girl, I’m not the best guy with words, but what I say is what I mean. I want you. Hell, I’ve wanted you from the first moment you walked into this house. Yeah, it’s crazy that it’s all happening so fast, but I never heard anyone say there’s a timeline for falling for someone. Where do you think the phrase ‘love at first sight’ comes from?”
“He’s right.” Martin sat on the arm of the couch. “Before you walked off the ferry and into our lives, I would’ve laughed my head off at the idea of wanting someone so fast.”
“But is it only a physical thing? Can it really be more?” Although they hadn’t had sex yet, the chemistry between them was undeniable.
Travis stood in front of her, making her gaze up at him. “It’s more. Don’t get me wrong. You’re beautiful and sexy as hell, but what I’m feeling—”
“What we’re feeling,” interjected Martin.
“What we’re feeling is a whole lot more. Sure, we’re going to need time to get to know each other. And we’re going to have fights.” He grinned, jokingly. “At least you and I have already gotten our first fight out of the way.”
“I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?” Martin’s intensity rippled from him to her. “That you don’t care anything for us? Or that you’re afraid to find out?”
She started to deny that she was afraid then stopped. Was she? She’d been ready for a hot, sexy time, but was she ready to risk it all for a lifetime with them? “I care for you. I don’t know how or when it happened, but I do. And yeah, maybe I am afraid.”
“I’m afraid, too.” Rogan growled at the other two men, stopping them before they could make fun of his vulnerability. Yet, they remained silent and waited for him to go on.
“How could someone like you ever be afraid?” She touched his cheek, his stubble pricking at his skin. “You’re so big and strong. You’re a werewolf, for fuck’s sake.”
“Maybe, but I’m a man who might not be a man much longer.” He glanced down then back up. His dark gaze met hers. “Don’t you get it? If I only have a little time left as a man, I want to spend it with you.”
She touched his cheek. “Why is this happening to you?”
He swallowed, sorrow filling his expression. “I don’t know.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. She would’ve sworn a sparkle of tears came to Travis’s and Martin’s eyes, as well, but they quickly averted their gazes.
“Stay with us, Lilli. Please,” asked Rogan.
This time she didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I’ll stay.”
The men shouted with Rogan, jumping to his feet and pulling her along with him. She laughed and kept hold of his hand.
“How about we celebrate? I’ll dig out that bottle of champagne we’ve been saving,” suggested Travis.
“Yes, let’s celebrate, but I have a different idea of how to do it.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “How about showing me the rest of the house? Especially your biggest bedroom? After all, if I’m going to stay here overnight, I want the biggest room.”
Martin’s joyful expression faded. “Overnight? Hell, babe, we meant for you to stay forever.”
Even now, after everything they’d said, she hadn’t wanted to hope that was what they’d meant. Hearing that they did sent a thrill rushing through her. “Give me some time, okay?” She smiled wickedly again. “In the meantime, you could try convincing me with your sexual prowess.”
“Sounds like a damn good idea to me.”
In the next moment, Rogan picked her up and draped her over his shoulder. “Upstairs, girl. Now.”
She slapped his back, even as she tried not to laugh. “Stop calling me girl. I’m a fucking woman, damn it.”
“Fucking-a you are.” Martin bounded past them, leading them up the steps to the second story. Travis followed them.
She bounced against Rogan’s shoulders, laughing. Carried as though she was his cave woman, she beat against his back lightly, playing along. “Put me down, you animal.”
Halfway up the steps, Rogan stopped.
“What?” she asked. From Travis’s expression, something had gone terribly wrong.
“Don’t call Rogan an animal. Not now. Not with…” Travis shook his head.
“Oh, shit. Rogan, I didn’t mean it like that.”
He put her on her feet, holding on to her until she was steady. Cupping her face, he looked intently at her, his eyes flecked with amber. “I’m a werewolf, yes, and I can turn into a wolf, but I’m no animal. As long as I can still walk, talk, and fuck like a man, I’m not an animal. When I stop being able to do those things, then you can call me an animal.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s okay,” added Martin. “Right, man? It’s okay?”
The worry in Rogan’s eyes was enough to bring tears to hers. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
He kissed her straight on, with her being on the step above him making it easier. She kissed him back, fervently, putting all her apology into her kiss. Her head swam as the craving for them flooded her. Warmth spread over her, between her legs, and into her heart.
Martin tugged her shirt out of her jeans, breaking their kiss so he could pull it off and toss it aside. Her bra was freed a moment later. He tore off his shirt and shoved his jeans to his ankles without bothering to shuck off either his jeans or his boots. His arms came around her to cup her breasts and tantalize her nipples. His hard chest, hot against her already warmed body, felt delicious and added to her yearning to have not only Rogan but Martin and Travis, too.
She fumbled with Rogan’s shirt as he made quick work of undoing her jeans then shoving them, along with her thong, down to her ankles. A hand against her foot had her lifting one leg then the other, her shoes and then her clothes gone.
She moaned and slipped her hands over the stone-like muscles of Rogan’s arms. Breaking the kiss, she leaned her head back and welcomed his mouth against her neck.
Bite me.
Yet it was too soon to make demands. She hadn’t had time to think of the possibility, and yet, there it was already in her mind.
“Turn her around, man,” ordered Martin.
An answering low growl came as Rogan eased her around, his hands sliding over her belly, her hips, and along her butt cheeks. Slowly, Rogan and Martin helped her sit down. When she did, Martin renewed his hold on her breasts then lowered her down to straddle his legs.
She sucked in a breath at the width and length of Martin’s cock. He grasped her by the back of the neck and tugged her into the kiss. Nibbling at her lower lip, tugging on it until it hurt
, he kissed her deep and hard. She kissed him back and gripped his arms, loving his firm muscles that rippled with every move.
She moaned again, the sound dissolving into a whisper as he dipped his head and caught a nipple in his mouth. Arching, she offered him the other one.
Rogan traveled his hands around her waist to push her pussy folds aside and find her clit. He rubbed the wet nub and nibbled along her shoulder. His cock, its size as admirable as Martin’s, pushed between her ass cheeks.
Suddenly, he froze then eased back. “No, I can’t. What if I lose control?”
She craned her neck around and saw the fear etched in his face. “You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. You won’t. The man you are won’t let it happen.”
He kissed her then, taking up where she’d left off with Martin. Martin’s complaint was lost against her skin as he put his mouth back to her tit.
Martin’s cock at her pussy and Rogan’s against her butthole brought images of wild lovemaking to life. She’d have them, one in front and the other behind, but she’d have more than that.
Breaking from Rogan’s kiss was hard, but she had to know. “Travis?” Where was he?
“I’m here.” He came to her side, his naked body like a statue come to life. Pre-cum glistened along his cock as though he’d put hand to dick before coming to her.
She smiled and brought his cock into her mouth. His taste filled her, its flavors intoxicatingly musky and salty.
“Now, babe,” uttered Martin as he lifted her up then directed his cock inside her pussy. He slid in easily, her hot and slick sheath more than ready to accept him. He was huge, pressing against her walls, fighting a protest she didn’t want to fight.
Rogan’s growl rumbled out of his chest and into her. Leaning back a little, he put his fingers to work, preparing her for his cock. Nibbles grew harder with stings along her shoulder, but she didn’t worry. He’d stay as a man while they were making love. She somehow knew he would. He was, after all, still a man, no matter what his wolf wanted. His fingers stretched her, making the tight rings give in to his will. When, at last, he eased his cock inside her, thoughts of needing lube or anything else disappeared.
Oh, damn, but he feels good.
She’d never had more than one man at a time. A ménage lovemaking session was for fantasies with her vibrator. Should she have tried it before? Yet the answer was clear enough. Taking all of them at once had been meant only for them. She’d saved her fantasy for the men who would make her dreams come true.
She never would’ve thought of having sex on the stairs, and yet the incline was perfect. Rocking back and forth, she pushed against Martin. She was ablaze with their cocks inside her, suddenly more powerful than any woman who had ever lived. With them as her mates, she could do anything, be anything.
Travis gripped her hair, helping her as he pumped his hips back and forth. He paused every so often, giving her jaw time to rest as he murmured words of love and fidelity.
Martin’s teeth on her nipples had them aching. Her breasts bounced whenever he shoved his cock inside her, but he never lost his hold on them. His hand worked between her legs, massaging her clit the way Rogan had done earlier.
Rogan’s breaths panted against her as he rested his forehead against her back and plunged time and again. A slap against her butt cheek sent both chills and heat through her, surprising and pleasing her.
“Again?” she mumbled, her mouth still around Travis’s cock.
Rogan chuckled, understanding. Another slap came, and was followed by an even harder one against her other butt cheek. He rammed his cock into her again, shoving her forward as Martin plunged his cock into her pussy. She cried out in joy and ecstasy, loving every touch.
The sounds of their lovemaking filled the foyer. Words were no longer necessary. As though having their cocks inside her had done more than physically link them, they came together emotionally. She was certain that, if she could’ve heard the beats of their hearts, they would’ve been beating in rhythm to hers.
Travis groaned then eased his cock out of her mouth. Another groan filled with frustration hit him as he let his seed go.
“No,” she complained. “I wanted to taste it.”
The torment on his face mixed with delight. “Shit. Now you tell me.” He groaned again then fell against the wall, grabbing a nearby shirt to cover his climax.
Martin laughed and thrust his cock inside her again. His laughter soon changed into his own growl of frustration. “Shit. Not yet.” But it was too late as he gripped her breasts and pushed his cock inside her one last time. His release filled her with his heat. His cream joined her juices to slowly slide down between her legs.
“Martin, your hand.” Her own release built higher, making it difficult to think, much less talk.
Obeying her, Martin stroked her clit, even as his own shudders still racked his body. “Come for us, babe. Cream all over my hand.”
Rogan, ever silent, continued to slam his cock into her ass. Another spanking sliced a quick sharp pain into her flesh. Yet another added more delightful zing to her other butt cheek. Yet when the spankings stopped and his fingers dug into her skin, she realized he was ready.
She closed her eyes and willed her orgasm to come with his. When he stiffened, she released what little control she had left and set her climax free. They erupted together with her crying out and him blowing a clenched-teeth growl over her.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as the orgasm ripped her apart. Her shudders ran into Martin’s and Rogan’s. Her soft cries with each punch of release matched theirs. The strength, the power she’d felt when they’d first come together was gone, spent in their passion.
She smiled, wondering what someone would’ve thought if they’d walked into the house right then. Should we go into a bedroom for another round? Yet, as wonderful as the idea was, she wanted to do more. Later, they’d come back to the house and make love again.
Lilli pushed away from Martin and against Rogan. “Come on, you three. We’ve got things to do.”
“What?” Martin leaned against the stairs. “Why not head on upstairs to bed? Damn it, babe, why not go again? At least in a bit. Rogan is a werewolf with twice the stamina I have, but—”
Rogan snorted. “Twice, my ass. More like ten times.”
Martin dismissed his remark with a wave of his hand. “Whatever. And Travis is a wizard who can use his magic to make his own Viagra. I’m a mere mortal man. Give me a minute to recover in bed.”
She hurriedly pulled on her clothes. “I want to see the ranch. If I’m going to live here the rest of my life, then I want to know what I’m getting into. Besides, I’ll need to get my things from the hotel. Come on. Up and at it, guys.” Whirling around, she gathered her clothes and skipped down the stairs. They’d follow her. She was sure of it.
She grinned as she disappeared into the small hall bathroom to clean up. “Meet me outside, okay?”
Chapter Eight
Rogan leaned back in the saddle. The one good thing about riding behind Lilli was getting to see her apple-round bottom sway back and forth with the motion of her horse.
She has one hell of a nice ass.
He couldn’t wait to get his cock inside her ass again. Or maybe next time, he’d plunge it into her pussy. Either way would be heaven on earth.
She twisted around in the saddle. “Rogan, why do you keep falling behind?”
Martin pretended he didn’t know the reason. “Yeah, Rogan, why is that? Get on up here with the rest of us.”
Rogan arched an eyebrow at his friend then sent Travis a silent warning not to get involved. Still, he gave his horse a slight nudge with his heels and brought him alongside Travis.
If I can’t ride beside her, riding behind her is better.
Not that he was ready to explain it to her. “Better?”
“Much.” She leaned forward in her saddle to peek past Travis before sitting back.
> Which is why I didn’t want to ride beside Travis. He held back a groan.
“The ranch is beautiful. Actually, I like the rolling hills better than the beach. Except that there aren’t any whales to watch.”
“No, but we have lots of deer and the like.” Travis winked at Rogan, rubbing it in that he was next to her.
“Have you three lived on the island all your lives?”
“We have. Travis and I were buddies from first grade on. We met Rogan later in high school. He was a jock, and we were band geeks.”
“You and Travis were in the band?”
Rogan laughed. “Yeah. They were the ninety-pound weaklings, and I was the big man on campus. The football captain and prom king.”
She grinned, warming him from the inside out. He’d do anything to see her smile. And even more to see her smile directed at him. “I think that’s the most you’ve ever talked to me. So you were the popular one, huh?”
He shrugged, suddenly feeling as though he was in high school again. “I guess.”
“All the girls thought he was the strong silent type.” Martin chuckled and added, “What they didn’t know is that he was too shy to talk to them.”
“Really? Rogan was shy?”
“Yeah. But they were just nerds. The girls didn’t even look at them.” He couldn’t hold back. “In fact, they took each other’s older sisters to the prom. Couldn’t get real dates.”
She laughed, the sound dancing on the air.
“Whatever, asshole. The past doesn’t count any longer. We ended up in the same place you did.” Travis skimmed his palm along Lilli’s arm. “What about you? Is Seattle your home?”
“It is now. Or at least it was.”
Was. As in past tense. Rogan couldn’t help but get excited. She was theirs now.
“I’m an army brat, so I’ve lived in a lot of different places, including Japan.”
“Japan, huh? That must’ve been interesting.” Travis’s hand landed on top of hers.
“I guess. I was too young to remember. Anyway, Dad’s retired, and they’re living in Miami doing the usual retirement thing. I don’t see them as much as I like, what with living on the other side of the country.”
