Jamison, Jane - The Wolf Within [Men of Passion, Colorado 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  The Shelton brothers were waiting for her as she rounded a corner. Although she would’ve thought it impossible, they looked even better than the first time she’d seen them.

  Marc gave her a lopsided grin and motioned to the red four-wheeler next to him. “Is this one good for you?”

  She eased by them, letting the tingle they always gave her ripple through her body. “Yeah. In fact, it’s my favorite.”

  Adam and Hank got on their vehicles and waited for Marc and her to do the same. She settled onto the seat and wondered which one felt warmer. The leather of the sun-heated seat or her moist pussy?

  “Where to?”

  The men looked to her for the answer to Adam’s question. She usually rode with her father, keeping to the safe trails. But one time when she’d taken a quad out on her own, she’d stumbled on a special place. Until now, she’d kept it secret, but it was the perfect place to take the Shelton men.

  “Follow me. It’s off the beaten path, but it’s worth the bumps you’ll get.”

  “Sounds good to me. Lead the way, babe.” Hank tossed her one of his pussy-thrilling grins.

  She’d never liked anyone calling her “babe” before, but the way he’d said it made her want to ask the three of them to call her “babe” forever.

  Adam skimmed his hand over his short-cropped brown hair. Just as she had with his brothers, she admired the movement of his muscles as he flexed his arm. His eyes were the same color, but his hair was different. Whether by nature or by bottle, yellow highlights tipped the ends of his hair, giving it a lighter, almost golden effect. His body was a trunk of granitelike physique, and, although he seemed as tall as Marc, his body was more compact, like a heavyweight prizefighter.

  She turned the key on the quad, got situated better in the seat, and pulled on the helmet resting on the back of the vehicle. After checking her mirrors, she switched on the lights then pulled on the gloves that were always kept with the quad. She waited until she was sure they were ready to ride then turned the kill switch and pushed the On button.

  Marc took off ahead of them with Hank on his heels in second place. Adam waved her ahead of him, and she took off after the first two. After riding a few minutes, she accelerated and took the lead.

  Next to riding a horse, driving a quad over the ranch was the best way to travel. She watched the land as it flowed by her and was quickly caught up in the sensation of the vehicle underneath her. If it would’ve been safe to ride without a helmet, she would’ve loved to. Instead, she had to imagine the wind blowing through her hair.

  It was a long and bumpy ride, but she knew it would be worth it. At last, she turned the corner, drove her quad down a short rise and through a grove of trees, and came to a stop in front of a pond. Trees surrounded the water and the sunlight filtered through the branches to make patterns around her. The Shelton brothers brought their vehicles to a stop beside her.

  She pulled off her gloves then her helmet and waited for them to do the same. Would they recognize how special the place was? Although there were other ponds and watering holes around the ranch, the water here was as clear as she’d ever seen it. Plus, she’d never run into anyone else at the pond, almost as if the place was meant to be hers and hers alone. Until now.

  “What do you think? Was it worth the ride?”

  They took so long to answer her that she grew nervous. Had she made a mistake bringing them here?

  “This is great.”

  Adam whistled, agreeing with Marc’s statement. “How come no one ever told us about this place?”

  She got off her quad and walked over to the nearest tree. “Maybe because no one else knows about it. Oh, I’m sure my father knows, but I bet it’s been a long time since he came here.”

  “Let’s hope so.” Hank hopped off his four-wheeler and sauntered to the water’s edge. “Is anyone else thinking what I’m thinking?” Before anyone could answer, he pulled his shirt over his head.

  Tatum’s pulse picked up speed as Marc and Adam began tugging off their boots, then their shirts and jeans. They all went commando, with neither boxers nor briefs to hide their massive cocks. They were already erect and pointing toward her like missiles gauging her heat level.

  “What are you waiting for, babe?” Adam eased closer to her and picked at the sleeve of her shirt. “Don’t you want to go skinny-dipping with us?”

  Part of her, the part that her mother had beaten down with her rules of how a lady should act, screamed at her to get on her quad and ride away. But the other part of her, the one that had grown stronger with each touch they’d given her, roared to life. She opened her mouth, ready to tell them she was leaving. Yet when the words came out of her mouth, she was more pleased than surprised.

  “Hell, yeah.”

  Adam yanked her closer and undid the button of her jeans while she yanked the shirt she’d so carefully chosen over her head and tossed it to the ground. He’d already gotten her zipper down when she toed off her sneakers. She stood in her sexiest thong and bra, unashamed, her head lifted high. Although her body wasn’t perfect with her soft, rounded stomach, the way they looked at her made her feel like a beautiful princess in a fairy tale. Pushing Adam away from her, she ran to the tree line to the left of them.

  “Where are you going?” Hank’s question was lost in the middle of his brothers’ calls to her.

  She climbed up the bank of the shore and grabbed onto the large tree that hung out over the water. Reaching around the other side of the tree, she untied the rope and brought it out for them to see.

  “This is the best way to get in the water.” She tugged the thick rope closer, clutched the huge knot above her head, and yanked on the rope again to make sure it would still hold her weight. Hanging on tightly, she jumped away from the edge of the rise, brought the rope between her legs so she could position her feet on the knot near the end, and swung out over the pond. She cried out, in joy and excitement, as the swing took her to its highest point over the center of the pond. Letting go, she flew into the air then plummeted to the water below.

  Chapter Six

  Adam dove into the water and stayed under until he reached Tatum. By then she’d made it back to the surface and was treading water. Staying under, he reached out and pinched her foot. Even submerged, he could hear her shriek as she kicked out at whatever had bitten her. He laughed, sending bubbles to the surface.

  Swimming around her, he came up behind her, broke the surface, and wrapped his arms around her. She yelped and struggled until she realized who’d grabbed her.

  He licked a water droplet off the end of her earlobe then whispered in her ear, “It’s just me, babe. Couldn’t you tell?”

  Marc and Hank were wrestling in the shallow part, but they’d stopped when they’d heard her scream. Seeing that it was Adam, they started dunking each other like young boys playing on a summer’s day.

  “How was I supposed to know it was you?”

  Adam pushed his body closer to hers, putting his cock against her butt. “Aw, babe, now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings.” He bumped against her to make sure she felt it. “This isn’t a tree branch knocking at your back door.”

  She laughed then broke free before turning to face him. “Really? By the size of it, I was thinking a twig had broken off and was sinking to the bottom.”

  “Is that right?” He lunged for her and she splashed at him, but that didn’t keep him from taking her arms and tugging them around his neck. Her breasts floated like beautiful buoys covered in lacy fabric, enticing him to lick the glistening water from the swell of them.

  He did just that, sliding his tongue from one breast to the other. Shooting her a wicked look, he pulled her arms off him and sank below the water.

  He watched as she moved her feet, staying above water. Her thong lifted away from her skin with each kick. Shifting enough to bring out his fangs, he caressed her legs, letting her know he was still there. With a quick nip and tug, her thong floated to the surface.

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p; He came up for air just long enough to pull the straps of her bra down each arm then reach behind her to unclasp the hooks. She tried to keep the bra from drifting away, but he snatched it and tossed it toward the shore.

  “What do you think you’re doing?”

  As if she doesn’t know. “This.”

  Pushing his body down again, he flattened his hands against her butt cheeks and pulled her close. The taste of pond water couldn’t hide the delicious sweetness of her juices as he pressed his mouth to her pussy. He whipped his tongue over her clit, and she responded as he’d hoped by spreading her legs farther apart. He kept her afloat, kicking with his legs until she lay back on the water, her breasts showing above the surface. Keeping his hand on her pussy and rubbing her small, tender clit, he came to the top to find her mouth open, her eyes half-closed.

  “Do you like what I’m doing?”

  Her hair spread out around her like a giant fan of dark tendrils. She shut her eyes then opened them when he turned her loose and grabbed her wrists to pull her upright again. He was a strong swimmer, but he’d have to get closer to shore if he wanted to fuck her.

  She made a soft mewling sound and arched against him, wrapping her legs around him. He gritted his teeth and fought against the instinct to ram his cock into her pussy. Would she like it if he took her fast and hard?

  She answered his question when she dropped one hand below the water and encircled her fingers around his cock. Leaning back, she let him hold her as he brought them both toward shallow water. Once he could put his feet on the bottom, he cupped her breast and whipped his tongue over her nipple. Her body molded to his, and, casting his gaze to the side, he could see into the water, see the length of her down her luscious curves and along her strong legs as he drew her nipple into his mouth.

  Her eyes sparkled, copying the sunlight glittering diamonds on top of the water as she tugged on his hair and brought his mouth to hers. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth, lashing around it. Although he’d fantasized about what she’d taste like, how salty and smooth her skin would be, the reality was even better.

  He wanted to take it slowly, had dreamed of pleasing her first, but he couldn’t hold back. He’d waited too long for her, and the idea that his brothers had already enjoyed time with her made it impossible for him to keep control. His inner wolf howled for him to take her, clawing at him, wanting to break free to claim her. Tracking his fingers into her long hair, he pulled back her head then thrust his cock into her pussy.

  Her warmth, a direct contrast to the cool water, enveloped his shaft. She cried out and gripped his arms, digging her nails into his skin. The waves around them increased the harder he pounded into her. She clutched him around his neck and held on, letting him control how fast and how long it would last.

  One glance toward the water’s edge and he saw Hank and Marc stroking their cocks while they enjoyed the show. He grinned then rammed his cock inside her pussy harder than before. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her and he nipped at her nipples. Squeezing his hand between her body and his, he found her clit again and massaged it.

  She tightened her legs around him as she brought her eyes to meet his. Crying out a minute before he did, she let go, her climax trembling out of her body to meet the shudders coming from his.

  Tatum still clung to him even as he pulled out of her and started toward the shore. He cocooned her, murmuring words of how wonderful she was. Did she know she was special to not only him but his brothers? Did she know how long they’d waited to find her? Whether she was unable to answer or simply decided not to, he didn’t know. But it didn’t matter. He could tell by the way his brothers waited for them that they were ready to ask her to share.

  He picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he stalked back onto dry land. Marc motioned for him to follow him to a large tree several yards from the water. Other trees surrounded the huge older tree, giving the area below the massive tree a sense of privacy. He paused, still holding her, as Marc laid down a red-and-white-checkered blanket Hank had found stuffed inside the satchel on his quad.

  He lowered her onto the blanket then stood and stared at the beauty before him. Hank came to the other side of her while Marc took his position at her feet. She gazed up at them, lust clouding her eyes.

  “Tatum, do you know what we want?”

  She licked her lips and brought Adam’s cock back to life. “I think so.”

  Hank knelt beside her but didn’t touch her. “We want to share you. All of us at the same time. I want you to want that, too, but I’ve got to be clear. We have to have you, and I’m not sure we can stop ourselves.”

  “Hank doesn’t mean we’d force you.”

  Marc’s expression was unmistakable. He felt the same way. All three of them were torn between the instinctual urge to take her, claiming her with or without her permission, and the knowledge that as men, they would never hurt any woman, much less Tatum.

  Adam had to jump in to make his brothers’ words clearer. “It’s everything we can do to stand here and not touch you. So if this is something you want, let us know. If not, we need to get away from you before we lose control.”

  Tatum licked her lips again and his cock throbbed, his need pulsing within its length. Then with a look that held a mesmerizing mix of innocence and wanton desire that only she could give them, she reached out her arms and gave them her silent answer.

  * * * *

  Something wondrous had come over her. Whether it had happened from the first moment she’d seen the Shelton men, at the pond, or sometime in between, she didn’t know. And she didn’t care. They’d opened a part of her that had never known true freedom. Until she’d met them, she’d kept that part tied down, beating it with the negative words of her mother and the abusive claims of her past lovers. She’d thought she could never be more than she was, never become more than the same young girl who had no confidence. But that was over. She’d looked into their eyes and had seen herself as they saw her. She was beautiful, vibrant, witty, and confident.

  And now she would repay them for the amazing gift they’d given her.

  She took Hank’s cock in her hand and drew it into her mouth. He fell onto his hands, placing his body over her head. She dragged him in, delighting in the musky aroma and salty flavor and wondering how his cock could be so soft yet so hard.

  She heard Marc fall to his knees then felt him slide his palms from her feet up her calves and over her inner thighs. Circling her tongue around Hank’s cock, she hoped Marc would do the same to her clit. She didn’t have to wait long for him to give her what she wanted. Adam’s groan blew air over her breast as he came to her side and took her nipple into his mouth. She moaned, loving the feeling of their hands in her hair, on her breasts, and caressing her legs.

  Working her head back and forth, she opened her eyes and saw Hank’s balls rocking with the motion. Taking them in her palm, she played with them, fondling them like precious fruit. Hank massaged the back of her neck, helping to make her sucking and pulling easier.

  “Tatum, turn on your side.”

  She did as Adam had asked, knowing it was time to have her first experience with anal sex. The thought made her nervous and excited at the same time, but she should’ve known they’d come prepared to make the first time pleasurable. She gasped as Adam squeezed a cool gel on the crack above her butt hole then spread it around with his fingers.

  “Just relax, babe. It’ll hurt a little at first, but it’ll get better. Trust me.”

  She did trust Adam as she trusted the other two men who had become so important to her in such a short time. Taking Hank’s cock in her hand, she kissed the side of it then kept her lips on him as she flattened her tongue and slid her way to the curly hair at the base of his cock. Putting her nose to his balls, she drew in the scent of him, committing it to memory so she could compare his aroma to the other men’s.

  Marc put his body at an angle so that he lay over one of her legs and draped her other leg over his should
er. He pulled her pussy lips apart and kissed her pussy. Darting his tongue in and out, he massaged her clit with his thumb.

  Adam slid a finger into her butt hole and she tensed, but Marc’s tongue thrusting into her pussy helped take her attention away from Adam’s finger as he worked it around her anus.

  She’d never had more than one man at a time, and it thrilled her to realize she’d have three. And not just any men. The Shelton brothers were far and away hotter, stronger, better than anyone she’d ever known. They not only fed her passion physically but emotionally as well.

  Adam added another finger to her butt hole, and she stiffened for a moment, but only for that moment. Two fingers in her dark hole became three, and she found that she was enjoying the way he stretched her walls.

  Sliding Hank’s cock into her mouth again, she concentrated on all the sensations flying through her. Spirals of lust spread out from her abdomen as Marc tortured her clit, switching from his tongue in her pussy and rubbing her clit to flattening his tongue against her clit as he finger-fucked her.

  The first climax hit her without warning, and she cried out, letting the sound carry her breath over Hank’s cock. Her body shook, but Marc’s tongue on her clit was relentless, pushing past the first release and into a bigger one.

  Adam moved closer and eased the tip of his cock into her butt hole. He held on to her hip and spoke soothing words, encouraging her to relax and let it happen. Slowly, he pushed his cock into her until the walls of her asshole clamped around his shaft and held on. The pain came as she’d known it would, but it was gone quickly and replaced by an intense desire to push her butt against him, driving him deeper inside her. He made a sound that reminded her of a growl, but that only served to turn her on more.

  She closed her eyes and dragged Hank’s cock farther into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat until she started to gag. He moaned then tried to pull out, but she held on to him. She’d never tasted a man’s cum before, and she wouldn’t be denied now. He grasped her hair, his body jerking as he shot his seed into her mouth. She drank as much of his cum as she could then let him pull away and fall to the side.