Wild Passion [Werewolves of Forever, Texas] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Mica wrapped his arm around her. “Yes, ma’am. If she’s willing.”

  Miss Clara waved at the smoke spilling from the trailer. “That’s what’s wrong with you young folks nowadays. Werewolves in my time didn’t ask permission to take their mates.” She stepped inside the trailer and grabbed hold of the door handle. “Either way, get out of here unless you want your tender ears offended by a couple of old farts having their own fun.”

  Miss Clara slammed the door. Laughter soon followed.

  “She’s right, damn it.” Brick took her by the wrist. “You said you think you love us, so let’s put it to the test. We’re taking you home. If you don’t want this, if you don’t want us, then say so now, baby.”

  She kept her mouth closed, letting silence be her answer. Her stomach churned with excitement as the heat between her legs grew. If she didn’t get their naked bodies close to hers soon, she’d scream her frustration to the world.

  “Good.” Brick turned to a grinning Mica. “Run ahead of us and get things ready. You know what I mean.”

  What did he mean? And yet, she decided to let that be a surprise. The day had already been filled with a lot of surprises. What was one more?

  “Sure thing.” Mica took a few steps, then stopped. “But nothing’s happening between you two, right? Nothing until we’re all together again.”

  Brick picked her up again. She yelped, then laughed and wondered how he could carry her so easily. Mica took off running.

  “It’s time to take you home, baby. Hang on.”

  Chapter Four

  Brick set her onto her feet, then turned her around, putting her back to him. “Here it is. Your new home.”

  The house wasn’t much on the outside for someone who had grown up in several mansions scattered around the country, but it was more inviting. The modest two-story home was painted white with green shutters. Picture windows dominated the front, while a smokestack burst out of the shingled roof. Landscaping was almost nonexistent, but she saw the promise of a flowerbed boasting colorful displays of roses, tulips, and flowering bushes. The front porch was held up by simple columns, and the green front door had a small window in the top half of it.

  “It’s really pretty.”

  Brick’s chest would’ve split apart if his pride swelled even more. “We like it. Our fathers bought the land, then spent two years building it along with help from neighbors like the Carr family. They found our mother about the same time they finished construction. Yeah, it was meant to be.”

  “So this is the house you grew up in?” She let him lead her inside, then stopped to admire the comfortable furnishings. Most of it was leather, but she’d soften the look soon enough with gold and blue throw pillows.

  I haven’t given them my decision yet, but I’m already redecorating.

  “Yeah. Mica and I grew up here. This is where we want to raise our family.”

  His green gaze held hers, sending a shiver of delight through her.

  “Where are your parents now?”

  He laughed. “Believe it or not, they did the senior thing and headed for Miami. There aren’t many werewolves there, but they like sitting on their terrace and soaking in the sun.”

  She thought back to their previous conversation about their childhoods. “You have one mother and three fathers, right?” She walked through the small house, taking in the bright kitchen, then strolling along the hallway toward the bottom of the stairs. The bedrooms were upstairs, and all at once, she couldn’t wait to find Mica. The urge to have their hands on her had grown constantly throughout the day and had come to a point where she could no longer deny it.

  “Right.”

  “Do you know which of them is your biological father?”

  “It doesn’t matter. Every mate considers each child his own.”

  He slid his hand in hers and she felt a renewed tingle sear into her flesh, then take a wild ride up her arm. “Brick?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I trust you?” She studied him, hoping he’d understand and not take offense. “I mean, really trust you not to hurt me? Not just physically, but emotionally, too? I’ve had enough of that in my life. I don’t think I could stand any more hurt.”

  He took her face in his hands, bending to bring his lips close to hers. “I’d give my life first before I’d ever let me, Mica, or anyone else hurt you in any way.”

  She’d had a lot of men tell her sweet things, professing their love for her in a myriad of ways, but none touched her more than Brick’s simple declaration. Pressing her lips to his, she gave him a tender kiss, then pulled away.

  “Hey, you made it.” Mica stood at the top of the stairs.

  “Was there any doubt?” she asked.

  “Yeah.” He smiled. “There was. Until you say yes, there will be.”

  “Come on.” Brick tugged at her hand, then motioned for her to go up the steps ahead of him.

  She paused, then put her foot on the first step. Her life would change forever, had already changed so much, but she was excited to find out what her future would hold. As she made it to the top, Mica reached out his hand and she took it, then let him lead her down the hallway to the door at the end. He opened it, then as Brick had done before, motioned for her to go inside.

  The bedroom was an enormous space for their small house. A bed that had to be custom made, large enough that three people could share it with room to spare, dominated the room. A tall dresser took up one long wall, while a chandelier of sparkling crystals hung from the center of the ceiling. The furnishings were ornate, just the style she liked as though they’d decorated with her in mind. But the room alone wasn’t what took her breath away.

  Red and white candles blanketed the room in a dreamy flicker of light. The red bedspread had white petals scattered over it and two vases filled with the same blossoms rested on the nightstands. Scarves in a lighter shade of red draped over the table lamps. Her gaze slid away from the bed to the red shades covering the huge window, then down to the white, oval shag rug covering the hardwood floor.

  “Do you like it?” Mica eased past her. “If I’d had more time, I would’ve gotten you dozens of roses. As it was, I kind of borrowed some from Mildred McLean’s yard. She’s going to want my hide once she figures out who raided her garden, but it’ll be worth it. That is, if you like it.”

  “It’s beautiful.” She skimmed her fingers along the bedspread, then bent and inhaled the sweetness of one of the flowers. “But how’d you get all the rest together like the candles? We just met today.”

  “We just met, sure.” Brick stood next to his brother, a lighter bookend to his brother’s darker one. “But we’ve been waiting for you for a long time. We had to hope that sooner or later you’d show, so we got ready. This room, the candles, everything except the flowers have been waiting for you.”

  “For me?” Her heart sang a soft song of joy. “Just me?”

  “No one but you.” Mica’s voice was soft and low. “Do you want us, Daniella? Not only for tonight, but for a lifetime?”

  “Honestly, I want to say yes, but I’ve been hurt so many times before that I’m afraid to take that leap.” She wanted to say yes, but wanted to hear more first. She’d already laid her heart on the line too often.

  “Then let us convince you to jump.” Brick undid the top button of his shirt, then another, and kept unbuttoning them as he spoke. “The connection brought us together, but once you let us give ourselves to you and you give yourself to us, then you’ll know for sure. Can you do that, baby? Can you give yourself to us?”

  She knew her answer before he’d spoken the words. Believed, in fact, that she’d known the moment they’d met. Her answer came swiftly. “Yes.”

  They came toward her, two amazing men who were ready to commit to her in every way. She hungered for them as they tossed their shirts aside.

  “Wait.”

  “Why?” Mica’s voice was filled with torment.

  “I’m ready to do whatever yo
u want, but I need to know. Will I have to change into a werewolf? Will I be able to have children if I don’t?”

  “The decision to be changed is up to you. Either way, you can carry our children.” Brick’s dimples peeked out. “But it’s a lot easier to handle the kids when you can run as fast as they can.”

  “He’s right. But don’t decide right now, Daniella. Give it some time. There’s no turning back once you’ve changed.”

  She’d do as they suggested. Plus, she’d talk to Sandy and the other women. But change or not, she was where she belonged. Her gaze slid over their hard bodies.

  Knowing they were strong and that their bodies were incredible works of art any sculptor would’ve been proud to call his creations was one thing. Seeing their chiseled chests, their ripped abdomens, their strong, bulging arms was an altogether different thing. She’d always thought of her body as being sexy, but suddenly she was hit with uncertainty. Would they find her attractive once she took off her clothes?

  She lifted her hand, holding them off, then crossed her arms and slowly brought the hem of her T-shirt up and over her head. Letting the material drop to the floor, she waited for their reaction.

  “Holy hell.”

  She breathed a sigh of relief at Brick’s awed exclamation. There was no mistaking the yearning in his tone.

  “You’re beautiful.” Mica’s reverent declaration added to the flood of emotions warring inside her.

  “No. That’s not right.”

  She held her breath. Had Mica changed his mind?

  “Beautiful doesn’t begin to describe you.” He undid his belt, pulled it from the loops, then tugged his jeans open. “You are so much more than simply beautiful.”

  She had to fight back the tears. Why had she doubted them? And in doing so, doubted herself? She was ready to give her heart to them as well as her body, her soul, and her mind.

  Slowly, seductively, she undid her jeans and let them fall. They smiled as they pushed their jeans to their feet, then toed off their boots.

  Their bodies fascinated her. How could anything be so hard, yet so soft at the same time? Without underwear, their cocks sprang toward her, straight and true with slight curves at the end. Pre-cum glistened on the end of their purple-lined instruments of pleasure, beckoning her to whip her tongue over them for a quick taste.

  It wasn’t until she lifted her gaze to theirs that she saw the amber flecks in their eyes. “Your eyes? Does the amber mean that you’re about to change?”

  “It can.”

  “But it also means we’re horny as hell,” added Mica. “Our inner wolves are clawing to get out. We can’t hold back much longer, baby. It’s been a long day waiting for you.”

  “A whole day, huh?” Yet she knew how they felt. Her craving for them had driven her to distraction. Maybe that was why she’d overreacted when she’d seen them change.

  “A whole day after meeting our mate?” Brick was dead serious. “Yeah. Talk about pure torture.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to suffer any longer.”

  She let out a yelp of surprise as they rushed toward her. Mica got to her first, snatched her off her feet, and tossed her onto the bed. Flower petals bounced into the air around her.

  “Hey! Watch it.” She laughed as they landed on the bed on either side of her.

  “That’s the problem. We’ve been watching all day and nothing more. It’s time for sex, baby.” And yet Brick didn’t pounce on her. Instead, he traced a path around her areola, then made the circle smaller and smaller until his fingertip flicked over the top of her nipple.

  She thought she’d gotten used to the electric energy of the connection, but with the first touch to her sensitive bud, she knew she’d been wrong. The look in his eyes brought a rush of juices between her legs.

  “Brick, please.” There was no need to tell him what she wanted.

  He bent over her, letting his tongue follow where his finger had already gone. But the trip didn’t end there. Keeping his hot gaze on hers, he slid lower, tracking a wet trail between her breasts and down to her belly button. Pausing, he flattened his tongue against the small hole, nibbled at the skin surrounding it, then drove his tongue inside.

  She bucked, her lust reaching an even higher level. If licking her belly button was this good, how much better would it feel once he lay between her legs?

  Lifting her head, she drew in a long, slow breath as he continued downward, pushing her legs apart, then moving between them. Yet he didn’t go where she’d assumed he would. Instead of pressing his lips to her pussy, he slid a finger underneath her. She tensed as he found her tight hole.

  “Nervous, baby? Have you done this before?”

  She’d never wanted to. At least, until now. It had always seemed too dirty, too sinful, but she couldn’t wait to experience that particular sin with him. “Never. But I want to.”

  He growled, the sound at once thrilling and scaring her. “Good. I’m glad you’re still a virgin in that way.” He pushed his finger inside, stretching against her resisting walls. “Can you feel your butt hole trying to drag me inside? Your body wants it that way. You just didn’t know it.”

  “Until now.” Her palm rested against Mica’s chest as he played with her nipples. “I didn’t know it until now. Until I met you two.”

  Brick blinked, his face softening at her words. His wicked expression came back soon enough. “Want to handle two?” He added another finger, stretching her farther.

  She bucked, then settled. The feeling of her walls giving way then tightening around him drove her crazy. “Please. More.”

  Mica slid his hand along her thigh, then between her legs. She let out a groan as he rubbed her pussy. When he brought his hand back up, it was covered with her juices. He put his fingers to his mouth, then flicked his tongue over them. “You taste so good, baby.”

  “Let me have a taste.”

  He chuckled, then offered her his fingers. She sucked them inside her mouth and swished her tongue over them. Her taste was sweet, but that wasn’t the real flavor she wanted. Without her telling him, he understood. He crushed his mouth to hers, adding his juices to hers. She moaned as his hand cupped her breast.

  He ravished her mouth, drinking her in, giving her his as he pinched, then plucked at first one nipple, then the other. Arching her back, she offered him more and he took it, plunging his tongue into her mouth and squeezing her breast.

  She was in paradise, in a world where nothing was too sinful to try. Her craving knew no bounds, her need to please them no limits. Whatever they wanted, she’d give them, and knew they’d give her the same in return. Whatever they didn’t do today, they’d have a lifetime to fit in.

  She was breathless when Mica took his mouth from hers. The kiss, more passionate than any she’d ever had, left her feeling thoroughly loved.

  Sucking in a hard breath, she lifted up, then fell back on the bed as Brick’s fingers drove into her dark hole again.

  Mica tilted his head toward his brother, then twisted around to retrieve a tube from the nightstand drawer. “Use this, man. You wouldn’t want to hurt her.” He handed it off to Brick.

  “Will do. But first, I’ll use some of her own sweetness.” Brick kept his fingers inside her bottom as he rubbed her pussy with his other hand.

  The feel of his fingers dipping into her sheath reignited the fire she’d only thought was burning before. But that was like a match compared to an inferno.

  He rubbed her clit, sinking his fingers in, then out, then in again. When he lifted his hand, like Mica’s, it shone with her juices. He replaced one hand with the other and rubbed his juice-slickened fingers around her anus and into her butt hole.

  Mica sat back and fondled his cock. Was he teasing her? She lifted her head with his help, then flicked her tongue over his cock, swiping the pre-cum from its tip. His moan came from deep inside him, the sound of a tortured animal pacing back and forth in its cage. Tunneling his fingers through her hair, he supported her. Her head b
obbed up and down as she deep-throated him, dragging in the special musky flavor.

  “I’m going to eat you until you scream to fuck you.” Brick lowered his body, then pressed his face to her pussy. His tongue swept over her clit as his fingers drove into her anus again.

  She couldn’t hold still. Her body demanded that she move, that she tremble in answer to the way they treated her. Carnal delight took over, spinning her mind out of control until only wanton desire remained. If she did nothing more for the rest of her life, she’d count herself lucky to have received such passionate attention from the two men she loved.

  Loved. Yes, she loved them more than she’d ever be able to put into words. Why had it taken her an entire day to figure that out? She almost laughed at the absurdity.

  She whipped her tongue around Mica’s cock, then complained when he moved to straddle her. But her complaining moan transformed into blissful happiness when he gave it back to her. He rocked, back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her mouth.

  When Brick took his mouth from her pussy, she let out a low moan, filled with frustration. He lifted one of her legs over his, then without warning, he slapped her butt cheek. She jolted at both the sound and the stab against her flesh.

  “Ow,” she said, the words muffled by Mica’s cock.

  “That’s for running off on us.” Brick whacked her bottom again. “And that one’s just because I like seeing your bottom jiggle.”

  Another whack on her rump had her turning Mica’s cock lose, then craning her neck to see Brick. “What the hell?”

  Brick grinned and added a third finger to her butt hole. “That one was because I know you liked it. Tell me you didn’t.”

  She mewled, a sound of submission, giving him his answer. Mica got off her, then pushed her onto her side. Her breasts fell together, giving him the chance to take both of them with one of his large hands. She was captured, but she was a willing captive who never wanted to be set free.

  “Brick, now. I can’t wait any longer, man.”

  “First things first. I want an answer.”