Werebeasties

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  Adam returned his attention to the folder. He skimmed and plucked some sheets. He handed them to her. “These are our health examination papers. We are clean. Same as you.”

  “Yes, sir.” Her gaze darted from top to bottom of the document. The doctor who had signed the paper was from the same exclusive clinic that had also examined her. Then she noticed her employers’ age. Adam Hauser was thirty-two, only six years older than her. Calvin Neutzel was thirty-three, and David Strauss was thirty-four.

  So the other two were also young. Here she’d thought she was going to entertain a bunch of fat, balding, rich old men. The job suddenly didn’t sound that bad at all and maybe she would actually enjoy it.

  Adam closed the folder and put it back on the table. He steepled his fingers. His expression wavered between solemn and curious. “I want you to strip, Ms Knight.”

  “Strip?” she echoed.

  “Take off your clothes. We want to see what we’ll get for our money.”

  Self-consciousness knifed her back. They had taken photos and videos during the interview, but none of them had involved nude pictures. Now she was worried. What if Hauser didn’t like what he saw and decided to cancel the agreement?

  During her seven-year marriage, Jared had complained that she’d let herself go. But Sam hadn’t really cared what he’d thought. Try working twelve-hour shifts in the factory and coming home to cook and clean up his lazy-ass mess. She hadn’t had time to take care of herself. Sure, she had plumped over the years, but she hadn’t really ballooned either. Still, it didn’t make her feel pretty or presentable in front of her new employer.

  Gathering the rest of her wits, Sam hauled herself from the chair. She unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged it from her shoulders. Her jeans came off next, after she’d slipped off her sneakers. She regretted not wearing sexier underwear or a bra. Hadn’t thought to buy some, on account of her limited budget. Her undergarments always came from a Kmart bargain bin. White cotton panties and a cream-colored bra. They looked like granny gear, but they were comfortable to wear.

  Adam stared at her critically. “All of it, Ms Knight.”

  Sam unhooked her bra clasp and let her heavy breasts free from their containment. Her hands trembled when she slipped her panties down to her ankles. She felt vulnerable under Adam’s sharp stare. She picked up her strewn clothes and folded them into a neat pile. It was a habit. Jared was an expert when it came to messing up the house. Then it occurred to her that she should probably act sexy, instead of fussing like a housekeeper. After all, Adam and his friends had hired her to fuck. But she didn’t know how to be sexy. She wasn’t a flirter.

  She decided to stand straight, her gaze fixed on her neatly clipped toenails. She felt so awkward.

  Adam rose from his seat. He tugged her face up. “You’re blushing.” He smiled. “I like that. Very innocent.”

  Innocent? Had they hired her because she was innocent? Who would have known that?

  Adam caressed the side of her jaw with the tip of his fingers. Her neck. Her shoulder. Chest. Nipples and her belly. His touches left trails of red blazes of heat on her skin. Her heart beat faster. Her nipples hardened instantly.

  “And very responsive,” he added.

  Adam noticed her reaction and looked pleased with it. He slipped his hand down. Sam jerked. He found her clit and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure seared her spine.

  “Oh…” Sam instinctively grabbed on to his shoulder. Her knees weakened. “Mr Hauser…”

  “Relax.” He released her clit and parted her dampened seam. He touched her entrance.

  Adam pushed a finger inside her and she bit her lip. It felt rough against her inner passage, despite her growing arousal. Adam thrust his finger until the pad of his palm mashed her vulva. He stroked her. Slowly at first. She shivered from the delicious intrusion. He quickened his strokes, and Sam found herself becoming very wet. Morsels of pleasure burst out in her depths. She moaned at the sensation. The ecstasy edged towards a climax. Adam suddenly stopped.

  She shot him a wide-eyed look, objecting. She was so close…

  A smirk came as a reply, then, “May I remind you that you’re here for our pleasure. Not otherwise.”

  Sam blinked and collected herself. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  His gaze softened. “But if you behave like a good girl, you might have a reward.”

  A reward. What kind of reward? More money? Orgasm? Sam silently hoped her reward would come in the form of an orgasm. What Adam had done was incredible. All he’d done was pet her like a kitty cat and she had been ready to drop to her knees and keel over for more.

  She gulped. “Yes, sir.”

  Adam withdrew his finger and gave her pussy a playful pat. He padded to the walk-in closet and returned with a gown in his hand. He placed it carefully on the bed. “You are to wear this tonight during dinner. You will find matching undergarments in that dresser. Calvin gets a kick from women in lacy bras and thongs. But I prefer you without any panties at all.” He winked.

  Her blush ripened. She dragged her feet towards the bed to inspect the gown. It was a pink Lolita kind of dress, complete with bustier, ruffles and bows. It was pretty, but she was too old to be wearing stuff like that. It would suit someone younger better. A teenager.

  “It’s a cosplay,” Adam explained.

  “Cosplay?”

  “Costume Playing. This one is from a Japanese anime called Chobits. David has a thing for women in this kind of outfit.”

  “Oh…”

  “One thing. Wear stockings to dinner, too. He likes to rip them off.”

  Chapter Two

  Her sweet, womanly scent clung sharply on him, making his cock hard to the point of hurting. Adam Hauser hurried his steps to his private study room. Maybe he’d jack off to relieve the tension. His inner lion grew restless. His beast had wanted to pounce and claim the woman as soon as he’d seen her in the room. His cock was second to that. Adam had a hard time restraining his urge. That curvy Samantha Knight had made his blood boil the moment he’d laid eyes on her.

  David Strauss was in the study room when he entered. Adam closed the door behind him, secretly mourning. Guess he couldn’t jack off in here. Jesus. Can’t a man get his privacy to take care of his private business?

  “When did you get here?” Adam asked. “I didn’t hear you come.”

  “About five minutes ago. The taxi driver was a dickhead. Couldn’t find this stinking place.”

  Adam snickered. They had been going to this mansion for decades. This place was their safe haven when they sought comfort and privacy from the world. As for David being given the roundabout by the taxi driver, that was solely his own fault. He never paid attention to his surroundings as soon he got into a taxi or a limo. David was a CEO for a well-known financial firm on Wall Street and always busied himself with either his phone or his laptop. He assumed all taxi drivers knew what they were doing.

  David shrugged off his coat. “She’s here yet?”

  “About an hour ago.” Adam scented his fingers that had briefly made an acquaintance with her sweet pussy. He resisted the urge to lick them clean.

  David narrowed his eyes as he sniffed the air. He was a Bengal shifter and his sense of smell was as strong as Adam’s was. “Christ, that’s hers?”

  “Yeah.” Fuck it, Adam wanted a taste of her. He found that lush woman irresistible. He growled and licked his fingers hungrily.

  “Calm down, boy. You might want to restrain your beast. You don’t want her to discover that furry, dark side of yours, do you?” David poured a drink from the mini-bar.

  “Speak for yourself, buddy,” Adam spat back. “I’m not the one with a flying TV landing on my head.”

  Only last week, he and Calvin had had to bail David out of jail because he’d scared a woman in his beastly form. David had taken a midnight walk when an unsuspecting woman looking out from her apartment window had seen an enormous tiger stalking in the alley. The woman had
freaked out and dropped a twenty-inch TV on the tiger’s head. The aim was surprisingly accurate, luckily resulting in David only getting a light concussion. If it had been a regular human, it would have plastered the contents of his head on the concrete. When the police had arrived, they’d found David already back in his human form, naked and unconscious. Feline shifters like them didn’t retain their clothes when they shifted. The police thought the woman must have seen wrong, but they still arrested David for indecent exposure. Calvin, who was currently working as a lawyer, had a ball making naked jokes after they’d paid David’s fine.

  “Very funny,” David said blandly. He was still irritated with the whole flying TV thing. Calvin had offered to sue the woman if that would make David feel better, but David thought it was a stupid idea. “How is she, by the way?”

  “Scrumptious,” Adam answered.

  “Not her cream. I meant, how does she look in person?”

  “More beautiful than her pictures. Her scent…” Adam gripped the edge of the desk. “Jesus…”

  “That bad?” David baited.

  “That bad.”

  David hummed. “But she isn’t…”

  “I know.”

  That kind of attraction was usually reserved for when their kind met their mate. But Adam, David and Calvin weren’t natural-born shifters. They had been turned when they’d made a pact with a demon.

  They had been born poor.

  Adam met David and Calvin in the late eighteen hundreds in Five Points, New York, the worst slum in America. Like thousands of other orphaned kids, they’d struggled to get by doing everything to stay alive. Adam was a pickpocket before he’d met Kurt Jacoby, a German immigrant and owner of a cabinet of curiosity, a freak-show museum in Anthony Street that displayed rarities and oddities from around the world—like a mermaid’s tail, a shrunken head, or the single horn that came from a unicorn. Like most ill-reputed cabinets of curiosities, three quarters of their collections had been artificially manufactured. But back then, there were quite a lot of dumb people. The entrance fee alone had earned Kurt Jacoby a fortune.

  David and Calvin had worked for Jacoby for a year before Adam was recruited. They cleaned the place, hawked people to see the exhibits, and did all Jacoby’s errands or whatever he told them to do. Jacoby provided bed and food and a small allowance, but he was a cruel boss. He beat Adam and the others on a regular basis and threatened to kill them if they thought about running away. Adam was only twelve years old. He had been scared and helpless. Then David, the oldest of the three, had the idea of taking Jacoby down.

  David couldn’t take being Jacoby’s punching bag anymore. He had heard that Jacoby had received a magic gem from Zanzibar that was supposed to grant wishes.

  Like most of the exhibits, Adam thought Jacoby’s newest acquisition was a fake. But David insisted that the gem was most likely real. Weird stuff happened when he went near the gem. That night, when Jacoby had passed out from too much whisky, the three of them crept upstairs and pried open the wooden box where the gem was stored. Jacoby wasn’t going to put it on display until the next week, on account he was to consult his fellow scientists about its authenticity.

  At a glance, there was nothing special about the gem.

  It was a sapphire as big as a bird egg, in a red, velvet-lined box. Just as soon as David touched it, the gem began to glow. A wisp of smoke came out of nowhere and suddenly they found themselves face to face with a supernatural being that seemed to be from one’s deepest, darkest nightmare. It asked them what they wanted. David promptly answered that they wanted revenge. They wanted Jacoby dead so he could no longer enslave them. The being, a demon, offered them a pact. It would take care of their Jacoby problem for a price. They had to do errands for him for three full moons.

  Desperate, the three of them had agreed. They found Jacoby dead in his room the next morning, sprawled and gutted like a carcass in a slaughter house. That day, their pact with the demon had begun, and when the sun set and the witching hour approached, they changed physically. Adam shape-shifted into a lion, David turned into a tiger, and Calvin morphed into a panther. They served a new master and their job was to kill the demon’s enemies. For three full months, they ravaged other demons, shifters and humans who happened to cross paths with their master. After their time was served, the demon released them from the pact.

  But one problem remained—they were no longer human. Adam, David and Calvin retained their shape-shifting abilities. They were stronger than humans and had a very long life-span. At one point the gift bestowed upon them had turned into a curse. They couldn’t control the beast within, especially at night. They had to shift sometime after midnight or they would go insane.

  For years, Adam had searched for the answer to their curse. The demon they had made the pact with, Azazel, was one powerful entity. Adam eventually met a necromancer from Prague who discovered their curse could be tamed, but not entirely abolished, if they paid due to Jacoby’s descendant. They had wanted Jacoby dead and to make amends they had to protect, pamper and cherish Jacoby’s descendants until the end of the descendants’ natural lives.

  There was a problem with that. They hadn’t been able to track any of Kurt Jacoby’s surviving bloodline until a few months ago. Her name was Samantha Knight. She had been raised by her adoptive parents in Springfield, Indiana. She didn’t even know she was adopted—one reason Adam’s private investigator had had a hard time tracking her down.

  When they’d located Samantha, the three of them faced a dilemma. They were unsure how they were supposed to protect and cherish her as amendments to their past sins. She was married to a drunken slob. Calvin had the idea of setting up an account from an anonymous donor so she would be taken care of for the rest of her life. David was against it. The necromancer had said they had to protect and cherish Samantha and simply setting up an account would not take care of the problem. Samantha was married to a dick, and granting them a boatful of cash would only sink them into a deeper hole.

  David insisted that the whole protect-and-cherish thing was more complicated than being mere guardians. What the necromancer had deciphered was that they were meant to protect and cherish Samantha as if she was their mate. Adam had argued that David’s logic had a flaw. What if Jacoby’s last surviving descendant had been male? The three of them didn’t swing that way. That brought them into another argument at which point they’d reached a stalemate. Even if David’s theory was right, it still couldn’t be done. Samantha was a married woman.

  To their surprise, Samantha filed for divorce three months later and it gave them a new angle on how to repay their past. Calvin had approached her the day her divorce became final. He’d hit on her in the courthouse for a drink and dinner. But Samantha hadn’t even looked at him. She’d only scurried past him and murmured, ‘No, thank you’.

  They’d had to change their strategy. They didn’t think approaching Samantha in a conventional way would work. Besides, there were the three of them and they didn’t think she would go for the idea of a ménage. Samantha was a traditional girl who had been raised in a religiously devout family.

  David came up with the idea of the ad when he’d found out Samantha was desperate for money. If they couldn’t approach her in a traditional way, they might as well go and hit her with a bang. He hired Mathilda Reyes as the facilitator and placed ads in the newspapers Samantha was subscribed to.

  Just how desperate was she, a former preacher’s daughter, to dig herself out of the chasm of problems she was teetering into? Would she give her body for money? Sleeping with three men to solve her worldly problems?

  Adam didn’t think David’s bait would work. He had been surprised when Samantha had made the call to Reyes. And here she was now, in their lair, ready for the taking.

  “Do you think this will work?” Adam asked David, the mastermind of this grand scheme.

  Adam had been unsure that sleeping with Samantha would solve their beastly problems. Lately, his inner lion had been
getting harder to control. Adam had resigned from his job as a banker and moved into his Aspen house to avoid the general population. His beast threatened to claw out at any time and it had practically ruined his social life. It had scared him. He didn’t know when he was going to lose control and shift during his meetings with the clients. To avoid any accidents, Adam had decided to keep a low profile until this matter was solved.

  David stared at him seriously. “Have I been wrong with my instincts? Was I not right about that gem that led us into freedom?”

  “Yeah, except our pact with Azazel dragged us into another shithole,” Adam rebuked.

  “You think Jacoby was a better master?” David taunted.

  Adam only snorted. He hated to admit that David was right most of the time. If he got a penny each time David flaunted, ‘I was right and I told you so’, he’d be a rich man. Richer, since he had excelled financially. Adam had more than a century’s experience of learning and building his wealth.

  “How did your beast react when you met her?” David asked.

  Adam sank into a chair behind his desk. His cock leapt again with interest at his thoughts of their encounter. His lion wanted to jump her bones at once. But at the same time, she soothed him. It was an inexplicable feeling. But it was definitely wonderful.

  David read Adam’s expression and gave him another, ‘I told you so’ kind of look.

  “Fuck you.” Adam ran his hands through his hair.

  David roared. “Listen, we can’t be sure on something that hasn’t been proven. Give this a chance. She could be the answer to our problem.”

  “If fucking her means I wouldn’t have to deal with the accidental shift, then I’ll take the chance. I just think it’s an irony that we hated Jacoby and now we have to love his descendant to escape from this curse.”