by Jane Jamison
“I guess I’ll have to settle for you sucking me. At least for now.”
“Settle?” She tried to crane her head up enough to see Foster, but her hair fell in the way.
“Just kidding, darlin’. Having you suck my dick is fucking amazing. Suck away.”
She took his cock in, welcoming the familiar taste. Sensations seared their way through her, weakening her arms and her legs as the yearning for them she’d held at bay came back full force. They were the only men she’d ever want, the only men she’d ever need.
Their hands, their mouths, their voices played her like musicians playing the sweetest tune. Scott eased his cock against her butthole, a warning of his impending entry.
Billy sucked on her clit and added fingers to her hot pussy. The noises he made feasting on her added another level of pleasure.
She tugged on Foster’s cock, harder and harder until he had to warn her not to suck the skin off. But she couldn’t help it. Her love for them drove her to want them more than was humanly possible. The only reason she turned Foster’s cock loose was to demand that Billy put his cock to good use.
“Whatever you want, honey.” The bed creaked as he pushed his body under hers, moving until his cock was poised to thrust inside her pussy.
Scott and Billy thrust into her at the same time. Had they signaled each other to be so perfectly timed? The thought came and went as the rush of her passion leapt higher. They filled her pussy and her asshole.
Foster gripped her hair and worked his hips back and forth. His moans were tortured yet filled with satisfaction.
Her mind was gone, her concentration drawing on her every reserve to focus on the men and how they pleasured her. Scott slapped her butt cheeks, adding the sting of pain. Billy thrust upward, a steel rod driving into her, his hand toying with her aching clit. Foster’s balls slapped against her chin, tempting her to try and catch them, even as he caught and tortured a breast and massaged her nipple.
They were a team, a foursome that would never break apart. They were treated to her body, but it was her heart she gave to them again. Each thrust, each caress, even each slap, brought her closer to them. Where she’d been alone before, she was now a part of them.
She climaxed, her cream flooding from her. Almost as though her cry had pushed them too close to the edge, one after the other groaned and spilled his seed into her. She felt the hot rush of cum inside her pussy then along the crack of her butt. Trying to drink in all of Foster’s seed was too much for anyone to handle, but she did her best, delighting in tasting yet another of his flavors.
Their bodies hummed, moving together, stiffening with each other’s, until, at last, they had no choice but to separate. Yet, although they moved apart for a moment, when they lay on the bed, they came back together. A hand here, a head placed there, her men claimed her, giving her an unspoken promise of a lifetime of devotion and protection.
When at last she could speak without gasping, she told them her decision. “I’m not sure I want you to change me. Not yet, anyway.”
“It’s okay with us, baby. It’s your decision.”
“But I am your mate.”
“Yeah. I thought we already went through that. You’re our woman, and we love you. And you love us.” Billy’s tone was sing-song, playing with her.
“Let me finish.” She bopped him on the nose. “I’m your mate. And because I’m your mate, I want your babies. Whether they’re human, hybrid, or full werewolf, I want them.” She’d asked earlier and had found out that their children could be any one of those things. They’d love them no matter what. “But I have to ask you one question.”
“Just ask, baby.” Scott played with her hair.
“A lot of women get fatter when they’re pregnant. Sometimes they can’t lose the weight after the baby’s born.”
“So?” Foster tickled her behind the knee then pretended he hadn’t done so when she slapped his shoulder.
“Knowing my body, I’ll probably get even fatter than I am now.”
Scott frowned at her. He hated it when she called herself fat. He preferred the term voluptuous. Foster scowled along with him.
Billy, however, came back with an answer that made her heart sing. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Okay. I won’t. But I can keep this one. I’ll always love you guys.”
“Damn straight you will.” Foster sat up, pushed her legs apart, and tugged her toward him. “No more talk. We need you, mate.”
“And I need you.” She wasn’t sure if they heard her. They were too busy kissing, touching, and loving her.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
“Why didn’t we tell each other?” Betsy still couldn’t believe what the other women had told her. “Raven has a record, Heather gave up a baby, and Emeline was an attorney.”
Her gaze skipped from her friends sitting around the picnic table behind her home to the men gathered on the other side of the lawn. While Drake, Dugan, and Harrin Hardwick manned the grill, Brogan, Sterling, and Garner Wilson were busy “discussing” the latest game. Was it football or baseball season? She could never keep them straight. Tyler and Derek Mitchell stayed under the awning covering the back porch where Evan Grange, their fellow mate to Emeline, stayed safely in the shade.
“And you suffered with a lousy father and an asshole of a boyfriend.” Raven shook her head, making her golden locks bounce in the sunlight.
“Yeah. Think of all the help we could’ve given each other if only we’d said something.” Emeline stared into her drink. “Maybe if I’d told someone, especially all of you, Miss Charlotte—”
“Don’t you dare go there.” Betsy wasn’t about to let her friend beat herself up any longer. “It wasn’t your fault. We were all running from our pasts in one way or another. We weren’t ready to let others all the way in.”
Raven blew a kiss to the Hardwick brothers. They hovered over the grill, cooking the burgers to everyone’s specifications. “Thank goodness we finally let our men in.”
“Damn straight,” added Betsy. “I don’t even want to think about what might have happened if we hadn’t.”
“Anyway, the past is in the past.” Heather lifted her glass of lemonade. “To the future.”
Raven clicked her glass to Heather’s then to Emeline’s and Betsy’s. “To the pack.”
Betsy took a sip of her drink and glanced at her men. She felt their eyes on her and knew they were waiting for her to make a move. “Have you heard about the new arrivals in town?”
“You’re talking about the Connor sisters and the other girl, aren’t you?” Heather’s brow furrowed as she tried to remember their names. “What’s her name?”
“Arizona Rich.” The tone of Raven’s voice left no doubt that she was jealous of the black-haired beauty. “She’s got half the men in town drooling over her.”
“It’s a good thing my wolves and my vampire mate for life. I don’t like the idea of her serving drinks to my men.” It seemed Emeline had her own issues with the green-eyed monster.
Betsy, however, didn’t worry. Not only were werewolves the most faithful of men, her men wouldn’t find Arizona’s trim body sexy. Once again, she noticed Foster giving her a pointed look. “We should get to know them. You know, welcome them to town.”
“And to the pack?” asked Raven. “I think Quinn Mallory might have a thing to say about that. Word has it that he’s making a move on Stella Connor.”
Now Scott and Billy were staring at her. They said something to the other men, moving them toward the picnic table where their women were. She’d have to say something soon, or her men would do it for her.
Standing, she held her cool glass between her hands. Had anyone noticed that she’d taken her lemonade without any liquor added to it? “I want to thank everyone for coming. Not only should we get together more often, that’s true enough, but I invited you to ask a favor of all of you.”
“Ask away.” Heather smiled up at her
. “We’ve got your back.”
Just like her men would always have her back, she had her friends. Her men, however, would always be her first protectors. “I wanted to ask the ladies if they’d help me get the spare room ready.”
“Are you expecting a guest?” asked Emeline.
“Not a guest.” Betsy’s gaze met Foster’s, then Scott’s, and finally Billy’s before coming back to slide over her friends. “I’m having a baby.”
Shouts of joy and squeals of delight surrounded her. The other men clapped Scott, Billy, and Foster on their backs. She smiled, accepting her friends’ congratulations and hugs. She’d come to Fate a woman pretending to be confident and accepting of herself. With her friends around her and the men she loved nearby, she’d finally learned what it meant to be comfortable in her own skin.
She lifted her glass. “Here’s to friends, family, and Fate.”
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.
As an avid reader, she fell in love with romance novels. Then one day, she put her favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends her days in her home office surrounded by the characters she loves and the furry pets she adores. 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, and writing more books. Thanks to her loving husband, she continues to turn her dreams into realities.
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