Wolf Tracks [Men of Passion, Colorado 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Jamie’s expression tightened, making her wonder even more, before he lowered his gaze. “I don’t know what you mean. What would I have to hold back?”

  “I don’t know. You tell me.”

  Who can get in a scrape like that and not get hurt? No one. Except…

  She’d heard stories growing up in Passion about paranormal beings, people who not only could change into animals but who had superior resistance to disease and injury. She took in his lean, perfect body and wished he’d look at her again so she could see his eyes. If she could, would she see a glimpse into his soul? Or perhaps his inner wolf? She inhaled a long, slow breath. Could he be a werewolf? But those were only stories. She swallowed, determined to not let her imagination take over.

  You, girl, have been in the city far too long. Imagine. Werewolves.

  And yet it was hard to push away all the stories she’d grown up hearing. Part of her, a part that was growing bigger, wanted to believe they existed.

  Jamie stood in one swift movement, stalked to the window, and put his back to her. Questions rushed through her mind, but she got the definite impression that if she pushed him any harder, he’d grow sullen and never answer. Instead she let him be and waited for him to speak.

  At last, he pivoted to face her. “Hey, this is supposed to be a celebration for my win. No more talk about things that don’t matter. Drink up and let’s party.”

  “Ham, set up the music.” Case pushed himself out of the hole his body had formed in the cushion and headed back to the kitchen. “I’ll get some grub together.”

  * * * *

  A couple of hours later and the party was in full swing. Jamie had moved the easy chair and the rocking chair out of the way, clearing an area for them to use as a dance floor. Case had produced an assortment of chips, Cheez Whiz, and crackers. Maya had held in her giggles when he’d set the assortment of boxes and cans on the coffee table like he was putting out entrees for a formal dinner party. Who cared what it looked like as long as it kept her stomach from grumbling?

  “Come here, baby. Let’s dance.” Ham took her hand and pulled her off the couch. She barely had time to put down her drink before he swung her into his arms.

  She wasn’t sure what the dance was called, but she didn’t care. Following Ham’s lead, she kept up with him and squealed when he whirled her around. Her head spun after the spin, but it was a nice kind of dizzy. Gripping his arms, she delighted in his hard muscles flexing as he held her pulled securely to his body. When the lively song ended, he dipped her backward and held her, his dark eyes diving into hers. If the dance hadn’t already stolen her breath, his intense look would have. But when he dipped his head and tracked his tongue over the hollow of her throat, she was sure her heart would stop.

  “Don’t hog her, man.”

  Ham brought her back up only to have Jamie take her hand and pull her away. Her hair danced around her face as he whipped her around, moving her around the small living with the skill of a professional dancer. His hand rested on the small of her back while he flattened the other between her shoulder blades. He held her close to him, keeping her breasts pushed against his marble-hard chest. Her body responded as if his hands were elsewhere, in the hidden recesses that she longed for him to touch. Her pussy grew warm and her mouth went dry as she felt his hard bulge against her. His warm breath against her cheek sent her thoughts into nights of hot loving when he whispered in her ear.

  “I want you.”

  Now it was her turn to keep her gaze from his. She wanted to answer, wanted to tell him that she needed him, too. But she held back, hoping he’d take the lead. She’d always wanted a man—men?—that would take her and claim her in a rough, possessive way.

  The music ended all too soon, and Case took his turn with her. The lilting melody of a slow ballad filled the room, and Case put her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her hips. “I planned this, you know.”

  “What’s that?” Her breath was wispy.

  “The slow dance. My brothers can whirl you around all they want, but a slow dance is better. More intimate.”

  She parted her mouth in invitation. Would he recognize it for what it was?

  “Tell me more about the kind of man you want.”

  The heat of a blush coursed into her cheeks. “No. I can’t believe I said anything in the first place.”

  “You did because you felt comfortable enough to do so. Don’t stop now. Go ahead and tell me again.” He edged back from her. “Unless you don’t feel at ease anymore.”

  “It’s not that.” She glanced at the other two men, who were arguing about what music to play next. “I don’t think I’ve ever had this kind of reaction to any man before, much less three at once.”

  “Then tell me.”

  She drew in a breath, considered what she’d say, and came up empty. Instead, she let her heart lead the way.

  “I’m an independent woman and I like it that way. But because I’m strong, I need a man who’s as strong as I am. I’m not talking physically, of course. He’s got to be a lot stronger than me. But he needs to have confidence in himself, to know what he wants, and to be able to go out and get it.”

  “Go on.”

  He tightened his hold on her, giving her the reassurance she needed to keep telling him without worrying what he might think.

  “A lot of women would deny this, but I think most of us want a man who can let the primal side of him come out. I’m not talking about being a jerk or a bully. We don’t want to be beaten into submission.” She made a face. “Unless you’re talking about a consensual BDSM kind of way. You know what I mean. That’s entirely different.”

  His smile softened the corners of his mouth. “Of course.”

  “But at the same time, I’m like a million other women. I have a fantasy of a man who can dominate me. Whose desire for me and me alone drives him to the brink. He’ll protect me and treasure me. Sometimes he’ll treat me like a lady and then, at other times, he’ll treat me like his whore.”

  She rolled her lips under and gave it more thought. “I’m not sure I’m saying this the right way. I don’t mean whore, exactly. Or maybe I do. It’s like my grandmom used to say. ‘Girl, a man wants a lady in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom.’ I didn’t understand it at the time, but I think I do now.”

  “I know what you mean. You want a man who knows when to treat you like his woman in a rough, sexy way even while he never stops respecting you. You want him to treat you like a real woman. The female who turns him inside out and the only way he can get straight again is to have her. It’s like turning that saying around. You want a gentleman in the living room, but a beast in the bedroom. Or something like that. Am I close?”

  “Yeah.” He was very close. Closer than anyone had ever gotten.

  “But there’s a problem.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Too many say that’s what they want, and then when a man gives it to them, they get scared and back off. A man can’t always trust the signals he’s getting from a woman.”

  She’d never thought of it that way. “I see your point.”

  “So how am I supposed to know you mean what you say? Now or later on?”

  He was right. She couldn’t expect him to read her mind. The answer was clear even if not rational. “If he’s the man for me, then he’ll sense which way he should go. He’ll know because his heart will tell him.”

  His skepticism was both undeniable and understandable. “You’re putting a lot of responsibility on the man. Why not just tell him?”

  She batted her eyes a bit and gave him a coquettish look. “Maybe I should. But then, having him pick up on it would be a lot more fun than putting it out on the table.”

  “I see.”

  “Besides, he’s got to be able to handle it. To handle me. Tell me, Case.” The more time she spent with the Hunter brothers, the more brazen she felt. “Are you man enough?”

  “You’d better believe I am.”


  His laughter had his brothers checking them. Ignoring them, he brought her closer, melding his body to hers as he angled his head for a quick, soft kiss on her cheek. “Most of the time, I’ll treat you like the lady you are.”

  She slid her palm over the stubble on his cheek. “And what about the other times?”

  He snapped at her as though to bite her, narrowly missing her fingers as she jerked them away and laughed. “In the bedroom?” His eyes gleamed with a wild glint. “I’ll treat you like this.”

  Maya yelped as he picked her up, slipping his arms under her knees and cradling her against his chest. He stalked past his brothers, who put down their drinks to follow them into the bedroom.

  “Looks like Case has a different kind of dance on his mind.”

  “Either that or he’s reading mine.” Jamie was right on Ham’s heels.

  She got a quick glimpse of the room filled with sturdy older furniture. No photos decorated the walls. Late-afternoon sunlight spilled through the slats of the small window, shedding dim lighting that cast shadows on the heavy four-poster bed. A blue comforter added the only color to the otherwise drab room.

  “Case, what do you think you’re—” She let out a squeal as he threw her on top of the large bed. Not placed. Not dropped. Threw.

  She landed face first with her palms against the covers and her legs splayed. He was naked and on top of her before she could rise up. Excitement coupled with a bit of fear surged adrenaline through her. She was pinned and under his complete control.

  How did he get undressed so fast?

  He put his mouth to her ear, ridding her of her question. “You’re ours, and we’re going to make you understand that once and for all.”

  His warm breath tickled her flesh, but she felt the true heat from his words deep in her core. “Case.”

  “Quiet. Don’t speak unless we ask you a question.”

  She swallowed hard as hands skimmed over her body. The sound of her clothes being torn from her sent a new rush of fright and lust to rage a silent war inside her. Her boots were tugged off and her jeans yanked down her legs. Case sat up and straddled her before taking hold of her shirt and tearing it away.

  “Hey, that’s my favorite shirt.” She cried out more in surprise than pain as Case slapped her right buttocks.

  “I said no talking unless we ask you a question.” He edged over her again and pulled on her hair to turn her head to the side. His eyes glittered with the strange amber color as he tightened his grip. “Did you like that, baby? Do you like pain? Because I like spanking you. Whenever you don’t do as you’re told, you’re going to get a spanking. Now answer. Do you like your sex with pain?”

  “I–I don’t know.”

  A nude Jamie pushed Case off of her then took his place on top. “Looks like we have a virgin, boys. At least in some ways.” He slipped his hand under her to fondle her breast.

  “Let me turn over so we—”

  Another sting of pain in her other butt cheek stopped her cold. Or was it hot? The spanking was definitely making her hot.

  “She doesn’t listen very well. But we’ll teach her how to do that. Won’t we, guys?”

  Jamie’s eyes held the same amber flecks that Case’s had. But where was Ham? She jumped as a tongue flicked along the back of her leg.

  Ham.

  Trembling, she closed her eyes and let the sensation of Ham’s tongue sweep over her skin, along her inner thigh then up the crack of her ass. He pried her apart then nibbled at her sensitive flesh. His naked, warm body lay against her and over her leg, and she longed to run her hands along his dark, sexy form. His cock lengthened and pressed hard against her.

  Jamie slid off and Ham pulled her onto her knees. As Jamie took one breast, Case took the other. They squeezed and fondled her, pinching her nipples at the same time. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her ass toward Ham.

  Another spank—who spanked me this time?—rippled the skin of her butt cheek. She flinched and mewled but didn’t attempt to get away. She’d never had the attention of three men, much less while engaged in rough sex, and she was ready to take whatever they could dole out.

  Ham eased two fingers into her anus, stretching her tight rings. At first it hurt a little, but the ache soon turned into pleasure as he began to pump her. She rocked back and forth, encouraging him to drive into her harder, faster, but he kept the same steady rhythm.

  Was he trying to torture her by not giving her what she wanted? If he was, he was doing a damn good job of it.

  “She’s tight, bros. She could drag the skin right off your dick.”

  She wanted to tell him to let her try, but she kept silent. For now.

  “I wonder how tight her pussy is compared to her asshole.”

  “You should find out, Ham.”

  Ham chuckled as he worked his other hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. Heat flared inside her as her clit throbbed. If he could make her so hot with only a touch, what would it be like to have his cock inside her ass? Inside her pussy?

  “Holy shit, but she’s as tight up front as she is in the back.”

  “Share, bro.”

  Ham removed his hand from her pussy a second before Jamie added his. He held onto her hip and plunged two fingers into her pussy. “Aw, man, she’s already got me wet up to my palm.”

  She tucked her head to watch Jamie’s hand slide in and out of her cunt. When he added his thumb to her clit, her body shook as a small climax broke free.

  “Lift your head, babe.”

  She did as Case ordered and found that he’d moved in front of her. His long, hard cock touched the tip of her nose, and she felt his pre-cum wet her skin. Without waiting for his order, she circled her tongue over the bulbous tip.

  He clutched her hair, hard, sending stings into her scalp. She whined, but it did no good. The pain morphed into something else, sending her lust higher as she deep-throated his cock. Almost choking, she edged backward to have Ham drive a third finger into her butt hole.

  Hands caressed her then pinched and slapped her. One moment they gave her pleasure then followed it with sharp stabs of agony that flowed outward to renew her lust. Her body shook from need, and she wanted more.

  “One of you, fuck me! Now!”

  Their answers came out in flares of pain as Ham struck one butt cheek while Jamie twisted her nipples and Case yanked on her hair.

  “No talking,” admonished Jamie. “Fuck her ass, Ham.”

  Ham grunted an answer she didn’t understand and moved his cock into the crevice of her ass. “Are you ready, baby? Answer.”

  She pulled Case’s cock out long enough to say, “Yes.”

  “But she’s not prepared. Don’t we need some lube?”

  Ham plunged his fingers back into her. “Naw, she’s good. I used her own juices on her. And I’ll take it easy, too.”

  He did as he said as he eased the tip of his cock inside the end of her anus. She stiffened and readied for the pain that would follow. But where he’d treated her roughly before, he was taking it slower now. He pushed in a little deeper. She wiggled her ass, trying to help him, and felt the walls of her butt hole spreading wider. Concentrating on sucking Case’s cock and the way Jamie massaged her clit, she hoped she could stay on her hands and knees.

  She whined, not complaining about any of the stretching her anus would go through but to get Ham to pick up the speed. She couldn’t wait much longer to have his long, hard cock deep in her ass.

  As though he’d understood the meaning in the sound she’d made, Ham pushed into her butt hole, sliding his cock deeper. His leg muscles rippled against hers, and, after another thrust that took him farther, his balls tickled her skin. She rocked, using the motion to drag Case’s cock in and out as Ham groaned and filled her with his dick.

  Her clit throbbed as Jamie rubbed harder. Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he used his thumb to torment her clit. She cried out, the sound muffled by Case’s cock.

  “Keep going
, guys. I’ll be right back.”

  If she’d been allowed to speak, she would’ve called for Jamie to come back. What was so important that he would leave her breathless and her pussy aching?

  Ham thrust forward, harder than ever, and if Case hadn’t held her up, she would’ve fallen. Case cursed as her teeth came down on him then yanked her hair back as he fell away from her.

  “Shit, Ham. Are you trying to get her to chomp my dick off?”

  “Sorry, bro. Not that I planned it, but consider it payback for what happened in the pickup.” Ham moaned and put his hand in the middle of her back to force her onto her elbows. “Besides, it just feels so damn good.”

  “Then fuck her. Make her moan again. I love the low sounds in her throat that she makes when she moans.”

  She could sense Case moving away. The noise of him rummaging through a drawer made her curious, but she couldn’t turn her head to see, not with Ham pounding into her. Fire spread outward from her pussy to rake into her limbs. She reached between her legs and tried to massage her clit the way Jamie had but couldn’t stay balanced. Ham’s forceful thrusts rocked her body back and forth.

  Again and again Ham slammed into her. He reached around her and grabbed her breast, kneading it and digging his fingers into her skin. Then, without warning, he stopped then took her hair and pulled her onto her hands again. She yelped in pain but kept quiet.

  Thrusting so far into her that she was surprised when his cock didn’t hit her tonsils, Ham jerked on her hair then slapped her on the butt cheek. Yet instead of making her feel hurt, his hits thrilled her. He was her master, her ruler, and she happily gave in to him.

  He growled, released her hair, then ground his cock against her. Shouting, he pulled out of her and shot his cum onto her back. She fell forward, breathing hard as her body shuddered. His cry melted into groans as he eased away from her. Her arms trembled, and she dropped to the bed, her breasts flattened against the bedspread. She went limp and dragged in a breath.

  But her rest was short lived. She didn’t have enough energy to squeal as Jamie flipped her over onto her back and tugged her to the end of the bed.