by Jane Jamison
Disappointment flooded her. “Which didn’t happen to me.”
“I guess that’s your answer then.” Adam put his arm around her. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t still become a full werewolf. Or at least I don’t think so.”
“So I could change if I was? Whenever I wanted, like you can?”
“Yeah. Just like us.”
She searched their faces, sensing her answer before she realized what she wanted to ask. “Then how do I do it? How do I become a full-fledged werewolf?”
They were quiet, each caught up in their own thoughts. At last, Marc was the one to give her a response. “When you’re bitten by a werewolf, you’ll become a werewolf. But is that what you really want? You need to be sure because there’s no turning back.”
She nodded, the excitement in her welling up to burst free in her wide smile. “Yeah, it is.”
Again, the brothers exchanged glances in a brief period of silence.
“What? Tell me. Is there a problem? Don’t you want to change me?”
Marc cupped the back of her head and slanted his mouth to hers in a kiss that ended far too soon. “Not much of this has happened as we thought it would, but that’s okay. Tatum, we not only want you to change, we want you to be our mate. We’re hoping to go to Mexico and start our own pack with you as the female alpha.”
“I’m not sure what being a female alpha means, but as long as I’m with you, I’m happy.” Her gaze jumped to the door and back. “But I hate to leave the ranch and my father. Isn’t there any way you could stay here? He needs the help in bringing back business.”
“And live with your father? Damn, that’s asking a lot.”
She touched Hank’s cheek to caress his horrified expression away. “We could build our own house. Far enough away to have our privacy but close enough that I can see my father whenever I want. Besides, he’s always wanted me to take over the ranch when he passed on, and I think that’s what I’d like to do.”
Yet another silence ensued, but, for once, she was too anxious to wait. “Enough with the silence, guys. Is it a deal breaker to stay here? If it is, then I’ll forget about it and go with you.”
Hank and Adam looked to Marc, who dropped his gaze to the floor. When he lifted his eyes to hers, she saw the answer in them. “Wherever you want to live is where we want to live. Right, guys?”
“For a minute I thought we were going to have to pound some sense into you, man.” Adam stroked her hair. “I could never leave her, and if staying on the ranch is what makes her happy, then we’ll just have to start the pack here.”
“Sounds good to me.” Hank came to her and tugged her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck before giving her a long, passionate kiss. “The time for talking is over. I want you, woman. Now.”
Marc and Adam came to their feet as Hank started tugging her shirt out of her jeans. She pushed him away and ducked out of the reaches of the other two men. “Are you kidding me? In my father’s house? No way.”
She had to hold back a laugh at their sad faces. “I didn’t say we couldn’t have sex. Just not here. Follow me.” Dashing to avoid them, she pushed open the living room doors then ran to the front door. She was through the doorway and down the porch steps with the men hot on her trail when she almost collided with her father.
“Where are you going?” His scowl morphed into a smile when he saw how happy she was.
“Dad, the guys are taking the rest of the day off, if that’s okay. We’ve got someplace to go.” She didn’t wait for his answer. Instead, she started striding toward the Quad Building.
“Will you be back?”
Hearing the concern in her father’s voice, she whirled around to face him. “Definitely. But don’t wait up.” Her gaze raked over the three hot men trailing her. “We might not be back until tomorrow morning.”
* * * *
Tatum had known the hidden pond was a special place from the first time she’d stumbled onto it. Even after she’d climbed onto the tree to put the rope swing in place, she could never have guessed just how special it was. Now she knew.
She laughed, her sound mixing with Hank’s Tarzan yell as he swung out, let go of the rope, and hit the water in a dreadful belly flop. Any other man would’ve come up hurting from the impact, but not Hank. He broke the surface and shook his head and laughed, then swam for the shore.
“He’s nothing but a big old kid.”
She twisted around to find Adam going to his knees on the checkered blanket. Her gaze slid over his hard body, tanned from his head to his feet. “Oh, like you haven’t spent most of the afternoon doing the same thing.”
He feigned an offended expression. “Excuse me, but I was graceful. Not like some overgrown five-year-old. My dives were Olympic quality.”
“The man can bullshit with the best of them,” quipped Marc as he joined them, shaking water from his nude body. He pulled her to him, putting her back to his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he nibbled on her neck.
A dripping, naked Hank joined them on the blanket even as his body gave her sinful ideas. “Is it time yet?”
She batted her eyes at him, playing the innocent damsel. “Time for what?”
Hank and Adam groaned while Marc pinched her bottom. “Ow! Why’d you pinch me?”
He flicked his tongue over her ear. “Look, woman, you’ve held us off for most of the day, but we’re not waiting any longer. Have you made your decision? Will you be our mate or not?”
She’d decided while they were still in her father’s house but had held off telling them for no other reason than to give herself time to change her mind. Yet the more she thought about becoming a full werewolf and their mate, the more she liked the idea.
“Are you popping the question?” She eased out of Marc’s embrace so she could see his reaction as well as his brothers’.
“Werewolves don’t get married. Or at least not all of them to the woman and it’s usually only done for legal and insurance purposes. If you want that, then choose which one will be your husband. But we’ll still all be your mate.”
“I’ll think about it, but a piece of paper doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t hold people together when there’s no love between them. Look at my parents.”
“Okay, but saying you’ll be our mate is the biggest commitment we can ever make. It’s the biggest you’ll ever make.” His expression grew even more serious. “You already possess everything that we have, everything that we are. We’re your mates from now until we die regardless of your answer. But if you need to have us ask formally, then okay, here it is. Tatum Griffin, will you be our mate?”
He was so intense, so earnest, and his brothers were equally sincere as the three of them studied her, their focus squarely on her. Her eyes burned with unshed happy tears as she gave them her answer. “Yes. I’ll be your mate.”
“Finally!” Hank grabbed her, wetting her clothing as he fell backward, taking her with him and rolling her next to him.
Getting her clothes wet didn’t matter as Marc undid her jeans and tugged them off her. Adam tore off her shirt with one swipe. Hank pulled her on top of him and, with a wicked grin, slammed his cock into her pussy.
His long, hard dick pushed to the end of her, and she gripped his pecs and held on. She threw back her head to cry out, but her cry was swallowed up as Marc stood beside her and covered her mouth with his. His tongue swept into her mouth, whipped around hers and over her inner cheeks. His cock rubbed against her arm, spreading pre-cum over her skin. She sucked on his tongue and tightened her pussy muscles around Hank’s cock.
Adam bent over behind her and spread her butt cheeks apart to glide his tongue around the tight ring of muscles. He darted his tongue in and out of her dark hole and squeezed her ass.
Hank held her by the hips as he thrust into her. His curved cock hit her sweet spot, sending her into her first orgasm. She could feel her pussy juices flowing out of her and over his cock.
“Suck
me, baby.”
She drew Marc’s cock in and closed her mouth around him. He was smooth and hard and she could taste his sweet pre-cum. Cupping his balls the way she knew he liked, she dragged him in then out and did it all again. He channeled his fingers into her hair and played with her tit with his other hand.
She was free, finally at peace with herself, and ready to take on the world. As long as she had the men she loved by her side, she could handle anything.
She rocked back and forth, loving the feeling of having Hank’s cock inside her pussy as Adam licked and sucked on her dark hole. Marc’s groans accented her every tug on and release of his cock, and his balls tightened in her hand.
“Babe, play with yourself. I want to feel your hand as you rub your clit.”
She rocked harder as she slid her hand between Hank’s abdomen and her mons. Wet and hot, she massaged her clit, matching her strokes to the strokes she did with her mouth on Marc’s dick.
Another small orgasm escaped, sending flashes of heat outward. In only a few days she’d gone from a woman who couldn’t have orgasms with a man to a woman who had many with three men.
Hank grabbed her breast and twisted her nipple, giving her zings of pain. She circled her hips, driving down on him, urging him to give her more of the same.
Marc’s grip grew stronger as he pulled her hair to keep her mouth on his cock. She hadn’t known she’d love pain with sex, but she did. And she wanted more. Letting go of Marc’s balls, she pulled back her arm and slapped him on the leg.
He jolted, pulling out of her mouth. “What the hell?”
“That’s a hint. Spank me.”
“I’ll handle that.”
Marc grinned at Adam and offered his cock to her again. She plunged him to the back of her throat, almost causing her to gag. But it was the slap to her rump that had her yelping in surprise.
Adam spanked her other butt cheek. The pain was quick and sharp, but she loved it. Leaning forward, she enticed him to do it again. Another slap had her squealing, sending her breath over Marc’s cock.
“I can see my handprint on your ass. You’re so pink I want to eat you alive.” Adam spanked her again on the other cheek.
Marc pulled out, groaning as he stepped back. “Spank her again.”
She dropped forward, placing her hands on either side of Hank’s head. He lifted up and flicked his tongue over first one tit then the other.
“Hold her up a bit, Hank. I want her at an angle.”
Hank put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, bringing her upward as Adam spread her butt cheeks and rubbed the tip of his cock against her asshole. “I didn’t bring any lube.”
She shook her head and craned her head around to look at him. “I don’t care. Do it. Fuck my ass.”
His groan was his answer a split second before he rammed his cock inside her anus. She cried out at the intense pain, but the pain was gone soon enough as the pleasure took over. She tilted her head to the side as she rocked back and forth, thrilled at having two cocks in her body, two men fucking her at once.
“Marc, stroke your cock. I want to watch. But don’t come.”
“That’s a lot to ask, but I’ll try.” He wrapped his fingers around his hard length and moved his hand up to the mushroomed tip and back to the base. He gritted his jaw but kept his gaze on her as she lifted a hand to fondle her breast and pinch her nipple.
“Spank me, Adam. Tell me how much you love me and spank me again.”
He moaned then brought his hand down on her butt cheek with a resounding smack. “I love you, babe. We all do.” Another slap followed the first then he grabbed her flesh and squeezed.
Hank closed his eyes and opened them again. “Damn, I’m about to blow.”
“Then blow.”
“Aw, crap!” As though her words had spawned his release, he tensed, gripping her breast tightly, then thrust upward one last time to shove his cock harder inside her. His growl turned into a prolonged moan as he shuddered through his climax. The warmth of his seed filled her, adding another layer to the heat in her pussy.
“Mine.”
She yelped as she was pulled away from Hank and Adam. Marc lifted her under her arms then brought her down along with him. Putting them both on their knees, he palmed her pussy and sunk three fingers into her. She sucked in a quick breath and clenched her pussy, determined to keep his fingers inside.
Adam uttered an oath and came to his knees behind her. “I’m not finished.” Pushing her butt cheeks apart, he thrust his cock into her anus, taking up where he’d left off.
Marc rubbed her aching clit harder and bent to suck her nipple into his mouth. Neither man was gentle, but she loved every minute of their rough, possessive touches.
Adam nibbled her shoulder as Marc brought his head up to slide light bites along her skin. But she couldn’t stand it any longer. She had to have Marc’s cock inside her. Pulling his hand away, she took his cock, mimicking his rough touch, and rubbed it against her pussy lips.
“Now, Marc.”
From the look on his face, she doubted he could’ve answered in words. Instead, he answered with his cock.
Bending back to position his cock at her opening, he thrust inside her pussy. Again she was filled with two cocks and getting love from two men. Hank lay off to the side, his eyes glued on them, his hand fondling his balls.
She lifted her gaze to the trees above them, remembering the first time they’d made love by the pond. Time seemed to stop, and she sent a prayer skyward that it would never start again. If she stayed where she was, with her men, she’d know perpetual ecstasy.
Adam’s growl against her ear brought her back. Pulling out of her, he fell to the side and let his seed spill to the ground.
Marc pushed her onto her back then shoved his cock inside her again. He pumped into her hard and fast as she slid her hands over his hard buttocks to feel his rippling muscles. The tightening within her grew greater, harder, hotter as her orgasm built to a higher level then broke free.
She and Marc cried out together, climaxing at the same time. Their bodies jerked their releases outward as they clung together and each rode their own thundering wave. Groaning, Marc rolled to her side then pulled her body close to his.
As they’d done before, they kept quiet and watched the sunlight grow dimmer through the trees. They’d spent the day by the pond, but the afternoon was fading and night would be on them soon.
“Are you sure?”
Marc asked the question, but she sensed that Adam and Hank wanted her to confirm what she’d already told them. “Yes. Can we do it now?”
“If you want.”
She turned to gaze into Marc’s face. “I know it’ll hurt, but will I be able to change tonight? Or does it take time?”
He considered her question then rolled onto his side to face her. “If you weren’t half-werewolf, you’d need a day or two to recover from our bites. But since you’re already part werewolf, I’m not sure.”
“Then we’d better get going.” She sat up and brushed her hair away from her neck. “Do it.”
Her three men gathered around her. “Do you want all of us to bite you? You could change with one bite but it would make us even closer if we all bit you.” Adam rubbed her back.
Her answer spoke not only of their bites but of their life together. “I want all of you.” She dragged in a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Now.”
The sensation of three sets of fangs digging into her skin was beyond imagination. The pain was awful, but in its wake came a feeling of bliss. Their essence, the sense of a new presence in her body, one that joined with the strong part of her that their love had already brought out in her, entered her bloodstream and swept through her veins. Her body jerked, fighting against the invasion, but she focused on the encouraging words of love the men whispered to her. She cried out, reached out, and found her men taking her hands, holding her head, and bringing her to the ground. Blackness flowed over her, taking away both the pain a
nd the pleasure.
* * * *
Tatum sat up, her eyes popping open as she inhaled a long, shaky breath. She was naked, trembling against the chill of the night air.
“Take it easy, babe. You’re all right.”
Her vision adjusted to the dark as she looked around her to find Hank next to her. Two wolves, Adam and Marc, paced in front of her.
“Do you feel any different?”
She took a moment, searching inside herself. “Yeah, I do. I feel even stronger than before, better somehow. Like I’m finally whole.” She blinked, for the first time noticing that the world appeared different. “I can see so much more, every detail, like it’s the middle of the day.”
“Do you want to shift? If you can, we want to take you running with us.”
She laughed, unsure how she knew, but she did. “I do. Let’s go running.”
Closing her eyes, she saw the wolf that had lived inside her from birth. She’d been too afraid, too timid, too broken to see her before. Smiling, she called to her she-wolf, the new alpha female, and beckoned her to take over. Tatum’s wolf smiled back at her from deep within her body and howled her joy.
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) downright 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.
