Wild Lust [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 6]

by Jane Jamison

  “Blane.” How could she tell him what she was feeling? Should she tell him? Could she believe it herself?

  “Shh. You need to stay quiet now. Let me pleasure you.”

  She played with her nipples, pinching them so they’d stand up, perky and hard. “Whatever you say.”

  “That’s my girl.”

  Was she his girl? Was she Reese’s? Or was she just another notch in the twins’ belts?

  He eased over her, keeping his weight off her as he lowered his mouth to hers. Unlike their first kiss, this one was sweet, tender, his lips brushing over hers as his tongue peeked between his lips to find the seam in hers. He caressed her cheek then let his hand fall to her nipple. Dipping his head, he drew her nipple into his mouth. He watched her as she followed his tongue, flicking over her nipple before it disappeared and he took her pebbled bud between his teeth. His bite wasn’t hard but just enough to give her a quick stab of delightful pain. She wished she’d thought to nibble on the tip of his cock.

  He treasured her breasts, fondling them gently at first then rougher as he tensed, his desire showing on his face. He traveled his way down her body, starting at the hollow between her breasts then over her stomach to the smooth area of skin below. She gasped and kept her eyes on him as he lowered his body between her legs.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She did and took her breasts in her hands. Lifting her head, she saw the bright blue eyes, the devilish glint in them as he pushed apart her folds and pressed his mouth to her pussy. She jerked, the orgasm catching her unprepared for its intensity. Throwing her head side to side, she clenched her breasts as though holding on to them would keep her from flying through the air.

  Blane lavished her pussy, sliding his tongue over every inch of her slick folds and tight clit. Sucking then licking, he tugged her legs over his shoulders and grabbed her where her legs met her torso.

  If she hadn’t realized it before, she did now. Somehow, and in some way she couldn’t explain, she knew she’d found the men she was meant to spend her life with. The only thing better than having Blane between her legs would be having Blane on one side of her and Reese on the other side. She vowed she’d have them next to her soon.

  Keeping his mouth on her clit, he drove two fingers into her pussy. She squirmed as her pussy walls closed around him. He finger-fucked her, the lashes his tongue made across her clit keeping pace with the thrusts of his fingers. In and out he pushed, using his fingers to find the special spot. She cried out, her release rushing through her again.

  “Blane. Fuck me. Now.”

  “Like I said before, damn but you’re a greedy little thing. But I like a greedy woman as long as she’s greedy in bed.” His blue eyes were flecked with amber.

  Going to his knees, he yanked her to him and positioned her legs over his arms. He pressed his cock to her pussy, and she wiggled, trying to draw him inside. Grounding her teeth together, she growled her frustration and reached for him but fell short.

  “Damn it, Blane. Give it to me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He drove into her, hard and fast.

  His cock was huge, filling her all the way to her end. She cried out, throwing her head back and arching up to tempt him with her bouncing breasts. He took her temptation and latched onto her nipple as he pounded into her.

  “You’re so big,” she panted.

  He grinned and kept moving inside her. The muscles flexed in his arms and across his chest, and she longed to spread her fingers over the rock-hard expanse. But it was everything she could do to push against him and rotate her hips to give him more pleasure.

  He held her legs, keeping her to him even as his thrusts pushed her toward the head of the bed. He was powerful, controlling, everything she’d ever wanted in a man.

  She clasped the bedcover and ground against him. He groaned and increased his speed, shoving into her faster, harder as he covered her other breast with his hand. The bed rocked underneath them as they slammed into each other.

  She cried out his name as he struck her sweet spot again, sending the fire of her orgasm flaming through her body. Spasms overwhelmed her as her body seemed like it would rip apart. She closed her eyes and saw the swirling mists in the darkness, but she held on, not wanting to miss any second of her climax. Blane thrust into her one last time, paused, then, with a groan, roared his release. His body shook as he made short completing jabs until he slumped over her.

  Throwing an arm over her, he scooted to lie beside her. “That was incredible.”

  “Good. Then we’ll call it even.”

  He lifted his head to frown at her. “Even?”

  “Yeah. You did the spaghetti, and I just did you. So now we’re even.”

  He shook his head, his amber-flecked eyes dancing. “Nope. Sorry. You’re still going to owe me.”

  “How do you figure?”

  He pressed a finger to her lips, grazing it from side to side before putting his lips to hers in a tender kiss. “I brought dessert.”

  Chapter Six

  “You told her then she slept with you anyway?” Reese didn’t know whether to rough his brother up or laugh his head off.

  Blane flopped onto the large sectional couch in the big room of their two-story farmhouse. The house was similar to many others in the area, but the brothers had made it their own when they’d taken it over after their mother’s passing several years earlier. As often happened in the werewolf community of Forever, their mother’s mates had split apart and moved away. Staying in the house without her had proved too painful for her mates. Although they still remained in contact with them, they realized their fathers had taken mates in other towns and were making new lives. Lives separate from Forever and the pack.

  “I’m not proud about it, man.” Blane slumped and crossed his hands behind his head to stare at the ceiling. “Although I don’t regret it, either. What man could resist her? And as her mates, we have even less resistance.”

  “Well, it’s not like you didn’t plan on sleeping with her before you went there.” Reese gazed through the pass-through from the kitchen to the big room. Taking two beers from the refrigerator, he joined his brother, handing one beer off to him before settling into the recliner part of the sectional.

  “I’d intended to smooth things over with her for your earlier blunder first. Then, once she’d forgiven us for spying on her, I wanted to woo her and give her the romance she deserved.”

  “Did you seriously just say woo?” Reese laughed, knowing it would bug Blane. The brothers loved throwing barbs at each other, not to mention a good fight once in a while. Not only were they brothers, they were the best of friends, too.

  “Whatever.” Blane sat up and gripped his bottle as though it were a life preserver. “I knew I’d have to tell her why we were watching her, but I didn’t expect her to come right out with the ‘Holms cousins are werewolves’ thing. Hell, she even told me that Deacon Slater is a vampire.”

  “And you handled it by taking her to bed?” The flash of jealousy that swept through Reese was a new experience for him. He’d never been jealous of anyone, not even his brother. But the thought of Blane in bed with Charlie churned his gut. He wouldn’t want his brother not to have her, but if he’d had his way, the three of them would’ve had a good time.

  “Yeah, I blew it. But I knew she wasn’t ready to hear the old ‘by the way, my brother and I are werewolves and you’re our mate’ speech. So, after a few drinks, I kind of let our connection take us for a ride. What was I supposed to do? Let her throw me out?”

  “Well, what’s done is done.” Reese downed his beer and headed to the kitchen for another.

  “You, dear brother, have a knack for understatement.” Blane shook his head when Reese offered him another bottle. “The question now is where do we go from here?”

  “Beats the hell out of me. You’re the twin with the solutions.” Reese knew he was just as smart as Blane, but Blane had a knack—at least most of the time—for getting them what th
ey wanted.

  “A lot of good you are.” Blane pushed himself off the sofa and got himself the second beer he’d turned down earlier. He’d just uncapped the bottle when his phone rang. “This is Blane.”

  Blane straightened up, signaling that the call was important. Sensing the call wasn’t about the bar or the ranch, Reese stalked over to his brother and shifted just enough to bring out his werewolf hearing so he could hear both sides of the conversation.

  “Charlie, slow down. I don’t think it’s a good idea. How about we get together and talk about—”

  “No. I’m going to their ranch with or without you. You told Reese, didn’t you?”

  “Yeah, he knows.”

  Reese tilted his head in question and mouthed the words, “How did she get your number?”

  Blane waved his question off, keeping his concentration on the phone call. “Why not give Shannon a call and ask to come see her?”

  “She might say no. Or be told to say no. Besides, these guys aren’t going to show their true natures if they know I’m there.”

  “But they already know you’re in town. If they’re what you say they are, they’re going to stay on their toes until they know you’re gone for good.”

  The vexation sifting through the phone’s speaker was almost tangible. Their mate was a lot of wonderful things, but she didn’t have much in the way of patience.

  “Look, Blane, you can either meet me or not. You can bring Reese if you want. Alone or together, either way is fine with me, but I’m starting to care less if you come along. As they say around these parts, ‘Daylight’s a-burning,’ and I’ve got a job to do.”

  “What do you mean? Charlie, hang on. Charlie?” Blane clenched the phone and glared at it. “She hung up.”

  “How’d she get your number, bro?”

  “I wrote it on a Post-it before I left her.”

  “Well, then, I guess you put us on call.” Reese pivoted, snatching up the keys to the pickup on his way out the door. “Move your ass.”

  Blane was right behind him. “I’m coming. We need to get to her before she decides to shoot one of the Holms boys.”

  * * * *

  Charlie wasn’t sure why she’d called Blane. She’d been wrong to think he and Reese were more than mere flings, a way to ease tension and gain information on the locals. They had a way of making her think about love and the future, but she had to get over it. They were just two hot hunks who’d given her a brief moment of fun in an otherwise dismal streak of days.

  So why did she want to see them again? They’d spied on her, and yet, instead of feeling threatened or violated, she felt oddly turned on by the idea that they’d watched her.

  She bit her lip and felt the tug in her pussy whenever she thought about them. Hell, wanting to see them wasn’t the right way to describe the ache sidelining her thoughts since Blane had left her house. She didn’t just want to see them, she needed to see them. As though they’d placed a spell on her, she couldn’t wait to get both of them in bed, preferably at the same time.

  But she’d come to Forever to save her sister, and she couldn’t let anyone, even the Rawlins brothers, get in her way. She eased out of the pickup, taking the rifle along with her. The white, two-story, framed farmhouse of Moonbeam Ranch was several yards away. Although she didn’t have any plans to shoot them, she wanted the rifle nearby, just in case she had to fight her way out. Shannon might hate her for it, but if they tried to stop Shannon and her from leaving by attacking one or both of them, she wouldn’t hesitate to shoot them. She stooped behind one of the barrels sitting at the sides of the driveway gate and waited. Patience wasn’t a virtue for her, but she had no choice but to sit tight.

  “Where are you guys?” She wasn’t sure whether she meant the Holms boys or the Rawlins twins. Hopefully, Blane and Reese would show up first so she could prove to them that she wasn’t crazy for saying the men her sister lived with were werewolves.

  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, fighting back the one question she always tried to keep out of her mind. If Shannon lived with two werewolves, did that mean she’d become a werewolf, too?

  Now that the barricade against the possibility had come down, she couldn’t keep the other questions from flooding in. What would she do if her sister had changed into one of them? Was there a cure? If there was, wouldn’t her sister want to take it? More than likely, a cure didn’t exist, because if it did, what sane person wouldn’t want to take the cure instead of remaining a creature like that?

  She leaned against the barrel and fought to keep the tears from coming. If her sister was one of the animals, would she have the guts to shoot her, putting her out of her misery? Would her sister return to a normal human body like they did in the movies? But the hardest question was the one that dragged a knife through her heart. If she killed her sister, would she be able to live knowing what she’d done?

  A hand closed over her mouth, keeping her from shouting. She struggled a second before the familiar scents hit her.

  Blane and Reese are here.

  Reese lifted his eyebrows at her, silently asking if she’d scream once he took his hand off her mouth. She shot him a wide-eyed look that even a blind man could’ve understood. He chuckled then took his hand away before darting over to the left side of the gate to hide behind the other barrel. If the barrels hadn’t been the oversized kind used in places like wineries, there would’ve been no way the two big men could’ve hidden behind them.

  Blane edged closer to her.

  “It’s about time you two got here.” Although she whispered, the intensity of her tone said it all. She was both vexed that they’d taken so long to get to her and relieved that they had come.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Blane glanced at her rifle. “Tell me you’re not planning on using that.”

  Reese ground out his words. “Shoot them and there’ll be hell to pay.”

  Did he mean hell to pay from him or from other werewolves? Still, she wasn’t about to let Reese call the shots. Even if he did look amazing with his scowl heating the place between her legs.

  She glanced at Blane, and the fire roared into a furnace. The men were sexy as hell, but there was something more about them that made her want to lie spread-eagle on the road and have them drive their big cocks into her pussy, her mouth, and her butt. She shivered and pulled herself back to the serious business at hand. Even now it took everything in her to keep from running her fingers into Blane’s golden hair and dragging his mouth to her nipple.

  “The rifle’s just in case I need protection for me and my sister.”

  “Charlie, why can’t we call Shannon and ask her to sit down and discuss this with you? With us, if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

  “I told you. Either she’s one of them now or she’s been brainwashed. I can’t take the chance. She’s been compromised.”

  “Who do you think you are, babe? G.I. Joe?”

  “Funny, Reese.” He was right. She’d learned to shoot, but she didn’t have the skills necessary to take down two, maybe even three, werewolves.

  “Then what’s next? Are you planning on jacking your sister right out of her own yard?”

  Blane had a point. She hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. She’d focused on getting Blane and Reese to see that she was right. After that, if she had any sway over them, she could get them to help save her sister.

  “Today’s all about proving to you two that I’m not nuts. I know what I saw that day in the vampire’s home.”

  “What? You’re going to sit here all day?”

  Reese had that expression on his face. The one that said he thought she was full of it. “If I have to.”

  “Have you seen anyone inside?” Blane craned his neck to peek over the top of the barrel.

  “Yeah. They walked by the window a little earlier. I haven’t seen Shannon, though.” She took a quick glimpse and saw one of the men pass in front of the window again. “There’s one of them
now.”

  “This is stupid.”

  Charlie’s jaw dropped as Reese stood up, walked over to the gate, and jumped over it in one smooth move. “Reese! Damn it. Get back here.”

  He turned back and shook his head. “Nope. I’m going to get this over with.”

  She clutched Blane’s shirt. “What’s he going to do? Get him back now.”

  Blane peeled her fingers off his shirt. “Have you met my brother? No one tells him what to do.”

  She gripped the rifle and leaned around the barrel. Reese strode up the steps to the front door and knocked on it. Ducking, she held her breath and listened as hard as she could, but she couldn’t make out what Reese was saying to whoever had opened the door.

  Blane kept low while sneaking a look every once in a while. He tilted his head as though hearing them. “Take it easy, Charlie. Reese usually knows what he’s doing.”

  “Usually?” She slumped against the barrel. “Do you see Shannon?”

  “No. But both Anderson and Daniel are talking to Reese.” He held up a finger. “Reese is telling them that you’re in town and that you want to meet with Shannon. But you’re too afraid of what you think they are and what you think they may have done to Shannon.”

  “Oh, shit. Is he telling them that I know they’re werewolves?”

  “Yep. So now that they know, how about meeting them face to face?”

  She was about to refuse when an idea hit her. “Okay. Yeah.”

  “Really?”

  She pushed to her feet, the rifle in her hand. “Like Reese said, let’s get this over with.”

  * * * *

  Blane jumped up and hurried after Charlie as she strode toward the three men. Seeing her coming their way, the men came off the porch and started walking toward them. Reese, however, lurched ahead of the Holms men, putting his body in between them.

  “What’re you doing, Charlie?” Reese gave Blane a hard look then centered his scowl on Charlie.