Men of Passion, Colorado 2
A Wolf’s Lust
Samantha Chambers escaped a werewolf attack ten years earlier thanks to a father and his son. Too bad no one believed her that werewolves are real. Now she’s returned to Passion, Colorado, to find evidence to prove her claim.
Werewolves Blake Branson and Victor Lassiter, along with their werecat friend Reed Hudson, want to find one woman to share for life. When Blake rescues Sam for the second time, they realize fate has stepped in and brought their mate to them.
The killer werewolf has other ideas. Sam escaped him twice, but he won’t let her get away a third time. Protecting Sam while hunting a murderous werewolf stretches the men to their limits. But when the killer takes Sam and Blake, will Reed and Victor free both their friends in time?
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 45,579 words
A WOLF’S LUST
Men of Passion, Colorado 2
Jane Jamison
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A WOLF’S LUST
Men of Passion, Colorado 2
JANE JAMISON
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Samantha Chambers ducked under a low-lying branch, keeping her gaze moving from side to side. Her nerves were on edge, but she was certain she was doing the right thing. After waiting ten years, she’d finally returned to Passion, Colorado.
She’d tried to let go of the need to prove to herself, and hopefully others, that what she’d experienced as a teenager was real, but she couldn’t. At last, she’d given into the ever-present urge and moved to Passion from her hometown of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
Although she’d been in Passion for only a couple of weeks, she’d already fallen in love with the picturesque small town. Passion had everything she’d ever wanted, from great restaurants to mom-and-pop eateries to an eclectic mix of rich and poor, young and old.
Oklahoma was wonderful in its own way, with its plains and gorgeous sunsets, but Colorado was different, intriguing, a new place to explore. The land around the small town outside of Denver was beautiful, especially during the late spring months with the trees covering the hills and leading to the mountains. Even so, she hadn’t come back just for the scenery.
She walked on, careful to watch her footing on the dirt path. The backpack slung over her shoulder carried everything she needed. She’d brought plenty of water, as any experienced hiker would do, food, a first-aid kit, a knife, and a camera. But the most important item she’d put into the backpack was the gun loaded with silver bullets.
Pausing, she looked upward through the tall trees that surrounded her and gauged the time. It was getting close to twilight, the part of the day when she’d seen the werewolf. She’d walked for hours, crisscrossing the land then doubling back. Having studied maps of the region, she knew where she was and how to return to the rental Jeep she’d parked in the gravel lot near the main road leading into Passion. She’d left a note on the passenger side of the vehicle detailing her route just in case the unexpected happened and she needed someone to find her. The woods were lovely, but Mother Nature had a way of throwing dangerous curves without a moment’s notice.
She turned around, checking the area. Although she couldn’t be certain, she was almost positive that the large rock shaped roughly like a heart was the same one she’d sat on ten years ago. She walked over to the rock and spread her hand on the flat surface. The experience of that day long ago came back to her as though it were happening in the present.
Her heart pounded, and sweat broke out under her breasts and down her back. She swallowed hard and tried in vain to keep calm.
Don’t panic. I’m not really lost. Dad will find me.
But fifteen-year-old Sam wasn’t as sure as she pretended she was. She’d pulled a stupid stunt, and now she’d pay for it. The argument about her boyfriend had gotten more heated than she’d wanted it to. Hell, she didn’t even like Rusty that much anymore. But she knew her parents didn’t approve of him, so she kept dating him just to piss them off.
She crawled on top of the flat surface of the heart-shaped rock and drew her knees to her chest.
I’m so stupid. So fucking stupid.
She rested her forehead on her knees and tried to hold back the tears. But she might as well have yelled at the moon to stop hanging in the sky. She was tired from walking so far away from her parents’ campsite. Hunger gnawed at her stomach because she’d pouted and not eaten any dinner.
What the hell was I thinking, going off on my own? Dad warned me not to, but he probably thought I was headed to the campground’s toilets. But oh, no, not me. Stupid me had to keep on walking.
A sob broke free, and she let the tears roll down her cheeks. Maybe if she cried loudly enough, someone would hear her and come to her rescue. Other kids, even younger
ones, had survived a night in the woods, and so could she. The night wouldn’t get too cold since it was summer. She cried louder, the tears and the sobs helping to calm her.
“Hey. What are you doing out here?”
She jerked her head up. The man standing beside a thick-trunked pine tree was dressed in camouflage, but he wasn’t carrying a hunting rifle. A heavy beard and mustache covered most of his face. His black eyes latched onto her from under the cap he had pulled low on his forehead, and a trickle of alarm tensed her shoulders. He was huge but not fat. Instead, she sensed he was all muscle underneath his clothes.
“I–I think I’m lost.”
His grin didn’t hold any of the warmth that her father’s did. “You think? Either you’re lost, little girl, or you’re not. Which is it?” His voice was deep and gravelly, like those people doing public-service commercials who warned everyone not to smoke and get cancer like they had.
“What’s the matter, little girl? Cat got your tongue? I don’t like cats. I’m more of a dog man myself.” His grin grew wider and even less warm.
She didn’t like him. He put off an air of danger that made her think of the serial killers she saw on television crime shows. She shook her head, not wanting to talk to him and letting him take that as her answer to all his questions.
“Are you out here with someone else? Your folks, maybe?”
Maybe she was wrong about him. Hadn’t she just been hoping someone would come along and help her? She nodded and slid off the rock. He moved closer, faster than she’d have thought possible. She resisted the urge to run.
“Do you know how to get back to them? ’Cause if you don’t, then you’re lost.”
“No.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Aw, so you do know how to talk. No, what? No, you’re not lost? Or no, you don’t know how to get back to them?”
“No, I don’t know how to get back.” She leaned away from him. What had her mother always said about listening to the little voice in her head? And the little voice was telling her that this guy was bad. Bad in a really bad way.
Run. Run now.
He backed off, giving her breathing room. She reconsidered, questioning the wisdom of the little voice. She needed him. If he left her, would she get another chance? She stayed where she was.
“Come on. I’ll take you to one of the campsites. From there, they can figure out which camp your folks are in. They’ll get a message to them to come and claim you.”
Could she trust him? But what other choice did she have? Sleep in the woods and wait for a nice, friendly looking man to find her? She glanced around her. She didn’t want to stay lost overnight. Who knew what kind of animals might try to eat her while she slept?
She opened her mouth to accept his offer but then closed it again. His eyes glittered with bits of amber, but it was the way he slid his tongue over his upper lip that made up her mind. No way was she going anywhere with him.
“Um, my dad always told me to stay in one place if I ever got lost.”
He frowned at her, for the first time losing his grin. “Your dad’s right. But that was only until someone found you. I’ve found you, so now you’re going to come along with me.”
His gaze flicked down her body, over her legs, then paused at her crotch. The slight hint of a leer twitched the corners of his mouth as he slid his gaze upward to stop on her chest.
She rubbed her hand against the shorts she wore and resisted the urge to tug them lower. For once in her teenage life, she wished she’d listened to her mother’s complaints about how tight her shorts were. Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest, making him blink then bring his gaze up to her face.
“You look good in those white shorts. Especially with your red hoodie. Your clothes are kind of tight, but I like it.” He repositioned his crotch. “Well, come on. We gotta get going before it gets any darker.”
“No, thank you. I’ll stay here while you go and tell them where I am.” She tried to sound confident but heard the tremor in her voice.
“Naw, girlie. You’re coming with me.”
She bolted on instinct, dodging his grasping hand and hurling herself forward as fast as she could go. She had to get away from him.
His heavy footfalls plodded behind her. Fear closed her throat, making it difficult to breathe, and the branches she pushed through scratched her face. A whine escaped her as his footsteps grew louder, closer.
Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw his wicked grin. She fell forward, tripping over a small tree branch lying on the ground. She hit the forest floor hard, pushing out her breath until she sucked in air then started coughing from the dirt in her nose and mouth.
“Your name wouldn’t happen to be Little Red Riding Hood, would it, girlie?”
What?
She rolled onto her back and gaped up at the man. He pulled on his jeans and unzipped them. She crab-walked away from him, but he moved with her. Bending over her, he wrapped his hand around her ankle and yanked her closer. She cried out then drew in a hard breath when he put his fingers to her lips.
“Now, girlie, you know you want this as much as I do. Why else would you wear your clothes so tight? I bet you like wiggling your ass at the boys, don’t you? But they’re just boys who don’t know how to handle a girl like you. I’m going to show you how a man treats a tease like you.”
She kicked out as he reached for her breast and hit him in the shin. He growled and let her go. She scrambled to her feet and started running.
“Was it something I said?” His laugh seemed to echo in the woods around her, but she didn’t dare look back again. She wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. Running as fast as she could, she ran for several minutes without hearing him behind her. Had she outrun him?
She slid to a stop and turned in a slow circle, panting as quietly as she could, fearful that he would grab her at any second. But he was nowhere in sight. Peering into the thick woods around her, she listened for his footfalls but heard nothing. She sank to her knees, dropped her head in her hands, and wept.
“Aw, did you miss me?”
Jerking her head up, she frantically looked around for him. Where is he? “Go away!”
He stepped from behind a bush, his naked body pale in the dimming light. “Sorry, girlie. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
She blinked then blinked again.
Why is he all blurry?
She wiped her hands on her shorts then rubbed her eyes. But what her eyes were telling her was true. He was changing.
Through the blur she could make out a part of his body before it would blur again and another part would come through. His face elongated, drawing outward from the nose and chin, then became a blurred image again. She heard cracking sounds and growls that sounded like her German shepherd Duke. Although her mind told her to run, she couldn’t find the strength to stand. Her body shook as she watched the man drop to his hands and knees.
She dragged in air, certain she was going to die. Fur skimmed over his body as claws broke through his fingertips. A tail sprouted from his bottom while his ears changed and grew bigger and pointed on the ends. A jagged scar, white against the black of his fur, ran from the top of his right shoulder down to the leg.
Horror filled her as a monster that should only exist in movies lowered its body and padded toward her.
He’s a werewolf.
She’d die and never get a chance to tell her parents how much she loved them. Closing her eyes, she waited for the terrible pain that would be followed by a certain death.
A gunshot shattered the air, and she opened her eyes to see the werewolf, its amber eyes glowing at a point behind her. With a growl, it spun around and dashed away, sliding into the darkness of the forest.
She jumped as someone grabbed her from behind.
“Are you hurt? Did he bite you?”
Lifting her head to the men standing above her, she shook her head, unable to find her voice. But it wasn’t two men. One was a boy, a youn
g man that looked to be around her age. The man knelt beside her but didn’t touch her.
“Do you understand me? Are you hurt?”
She took the hand he offered her. Her legs shook, and the man and boy each took an arm to keep her on her feet.
“It’s okay. We’ll take you home.”
She turned to the boy, a smaller version of the man. His blue eyes were warm, filled with concern—and attraction? Yet, unlike the werewolf in his human form, his eyes held no menace. She sighed once then collapsed into his arms.
Sam dragged in a slow breath and pushed on even though her memories tore at her gut. She’d tried to tell her parents what had really happened, had tried to tell them what she’d seen, but they as well as the doctors they’d taken her to had chalked it up to her imagination running wild out of fright. At last, they’d diagnosed her problem as a kind of PTSD of the imagination. She soon learned to keep everything to herself, and they’d seemed happy to think that she was cured.
Once the dreams started again at age eighteen, she’d considered the idea that she really had imagined everything due to a traumatic experience. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that it had been real. She’d escaped death that day, and at least once a week a nightmare would torment her, reliving the terror of the werewolf at her heels.
But the nightmares started changing as she matured into a young adult. The boy and man would save her as they’d done in real life, but the dreams would continue on, taking a new and sudden twist that had her waking up, her heart racing for an altogether different reason than fear.
The boy was no longer a boy but a man. The older man, the father, was gone, replaced by two other young, virile men. They were strong, their shoulders wide as though they could hold the weight of the world with ease. Their muscled arms led to broad chests and toned abdomens.
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