by Jane Jamison
“Play with yourself, baby.”
She let go of one of Daniel’s arms, trusting that they’d keep her from falling. She wasn’t sure how they held her between them, but she didn’t care. The feelings rushing through her were wild and untamed, just like the were-men she loved. She slid her hand to her pussy and found the bundle of nerves. Pressing two fingers down on her clit, she sent her need higher.
She moaned, a half growl that had Daniel looking at her in wonder. “I think our girl is ready to become a werewolf.”
“First I’ll come, then you can change me.”
They’d told her how it would happen. Each man would bite her, their changing bites different than normal bites. The bites would send their blood into her body, transforming her own blood into a mix of werewolf and human. She knew to expect pain with the bites and when she changed, but she couldn’t wait to join them as their mate.
“Not until we’re through,” grunted Anderson as he shoved into her ass again. “Don’t come yet.”
She turned her head to look at him, her look of bewilderment. Did he think she really had control over her climax when they were fucking her from both sides? Her breath came harsh to her throat, and she closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping on the edge without going over.
“Fuck her harder, Daniel.”
He growled his answer, grounding out the sound as he plunged into her, his hips thrusting upward as he slammed against her pussy. Anderson quickened his speed, matching Daniel’s as they both pummeled into her.
She shook as her body readied to reach her climax, the heat spreading outward from her abdomen. She concentrated on the sounds of their cocks sliding in and out of her, skin slapping against skin, moans of pleasure and amazing torture playing a kind of sexual music. The faster they fucked, sliding in and out, deeper and deeper, the higher she went. She gritted her teeth and tried to stay in control, but she couldn’t stop her orgasm any more than she could stop a train.
She gasped and reached out for Daniel’s arm again. Anderson leaned over her and put his hand over her pussy. That final touch was more than she could stand.
She bucked as she creamed, crying out both their names. As though her cries had been a signal they’d waited for, they stiffened, pausing before their climaxes racked through their bodies in rolls of thundering shudders.
Anderson fell on her, threatening to push both of them down on top of Daniel. At the last moment, he groaned and pushed away, falling toward the end of the bed. Daniel released her, catching her as she crumbled on top of him. He caressed her skin as she sucked in precious air, telling her with his hands how much he’d loved fucking her.
The three of them lay together, their breathing going from quick pants to a more even keel. She held onto Daniel as she moved to his side. Perspiration dampened her forehead as she played her fingers over his chest.
“Holy hell. That was amazing.”
Anderson lifted his hand, his index finger pointing to the ceiling. “I’ll second that.”
She giggled, realizing that she’d finally found the exact place where she wanted to spend the rest of life. These men were more than she’d dared dream for.
“Are you ready, Shannon?”
Was she? Could she endure what had to happen to make her their real mate? Yet, she couldn’t conceive of leaving them. “I think so.”
Daniel sat up, taking her with him. “The bites will hurt, as we’ve told you. But you’re strong enough to withstand them. More than likely, you’ll pass out, helping you to get through it. We’ll stay by your side the whole time and be here when you come to. Because you’ll be werewolf, you’ll heal fast.”
Anderson crawled toward her, the blue of his eyes giving way to more amber. “It’s tough, but it’s worth it.”
Daniel took her chin to turn her head toward him. “Yeah. It’s tough, but we’re worth it.”
She chuckled, pushed away from him, and sat up. “Tell me what to do.” As much as she trusted them, she was still afraid. But she’d go through anything to stay with them.
Daniel eased behind her then wrapped his arms around her, covering her breasts. “Try not to struggle. The bites will tear the skin less if you don’t fight us.”
She nodded, unsure of her voice. Her heart pounded against her chest, and she imagined Daniel could feel it against his arms.
Anderson swept her hair off her shoulder then caressed the skin from her neck to her arm. “Let us know when you’re ready.” He shifted, bringing out his fangs.
Glancing at Daniel, she saw he’d done the same. They were her men, ready to make her their own. “Ready.”
The pain was excruciating, worse than any pain she’d ever felt. She shouted and tried to thrash out, but they held her as they sunk their teeth into her flesh. Heat seared downward from her shoulders, and her body jerked as the fire burned to her belly. The world around her dimmed, fading in and out until blackness won the battle and took her.
* * * *
Shannon bolted upright in the bed, her arms flailing to find something, someone to hold onto. She remembered the agony, remembered the fiery torture scalding through her. But she also remembered her men, the way they held her, the words of comfort they’d spoken as she’d come in and out of the darkness. She panted, trying to draw in more air.
Anderson reached her first and took her into his arms. She clutched his shoulders, digging in her fingernails, but he didn’t complain. Daniel came beside them and rubbed her back as he whispered words of endearment.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s over. The worst is over,” cooed Anderson.
She shuddered and closed her eyes to concentrate on their words and not the memory of their bites. Sometime since they’d bitten her, they’d clothed her in a white nightgown so sheer she could see her nipples clearly through the thin material.
“How long have I been out of it?”
“A couple of days.” Anderson unclenched her fingers from his shirt. “But two days isn’t unusual. We’ve been here the entire time.”
She knew he spoke the truth. Not just because she trusted them, but because she could remember bits and pieces of the past two days. She could recall times when they’d held her, helping her to cope with the transformation.
Timidly, she reached to her neck to find the wounds she knew had to be there. Instead, she found smooth skin.
Daniel cupped her face. “See? You’ve already healed. You’re werewolf now, baby.”
She was one of them. She could feel it in her bones, sense their blood running through her veins. Touching Anderson’s face, she gave him a weak smile. “So what does a newly made werewolf girl do to celebrate?”
“How about going on a moonlight run?”
Daniel spanked her on the bottom then darted as she jerked up as though to hit him. He laughed and ran to the window. Pulling the blinds up, he motioned to the full moon overhead.
“Anderson’s got a good idea, if you’re up for it. It is a perfect night for a run.”
She eased away from Anderson and padded to the window on bare feet. What would it be like to walk on all fours? What color of fur would she have? She gazed up at the moon. It had changed, not so much in appearance but in the invisible allure it held. It called to her wild side, tempting her to satisfy her need to let her inner wolf run free.
“And if I run with you, will you stay by my side?”
“Of course.” Daniel draped his arm around her waist. “We’re pack.”
Anderson joined them at the window, leaning against her back. She craned her neck around to see his eyes then sought out Daniel’s. Their amber-flecked eyes sparkled in the moonlight.
“Will you love me forever?” She didn’t doubt their love. Still, she wanted to hear them say it out loud. “Or will you grow tired of me?”
“Forever,” answered Daniel. “We’ll love you forever.”
Anderson whispered in her ear, “Baby, we’ll always be wild for you.”
She lifted her head to the moon, smil
ed, and hugged her men close.
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.)
Born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was (and remains) down right sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition: to be an erotica paranormal romance author.
Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About the Author
