by Jane Jamison
She frowned at his harsh tone. “Okay, but I’ll be right back. Don’t you go anywhere.”
If one of them didn’t leave, he’d go crazy. He let out a hard breath, his attention dropping to the clothes she’d left on the ground then back to watch her as she swayed enticingly into the barn to take Dancer back where she belonged.
He gripped the arms of the chair. Yet as hard as he tried, he couldn’t get himself to move.
Damn it. Get inside the house. Get or you’re going to lose it.
He stayed where he was, trapped by the spell she’d cast, unable to move. If he had to stay where he was for the rest of his life to see her come back out of the barn, he would.
At last, she waltzed out of the barn and over to the hose. Giving him a quick sultry glance that held all the meaning in the world, she held the water over her head.
The waterfall ran down her, drenching her hair as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. Her hand skimmed along her body, over her breasts to play with her nipples. Rivulets of water streamed over the hills and valleys of her luscious curves and on to wet the curls between her legs.
Somehow he stood and grasped the railing as hard as he could. It took everything in his power to keep from running to her and claiming her as his.
She stopped, opened her eyes, and smiled that sexy smile that made him want to shoot his wad. Keeping the smile on her face, she lowered the hose between her legs and positioned the stream right at her pussy.
Holy hell.
Her hand followed the water between her legs, and she began to rub. Her gaze never left his as she pleasured herself. Pushing against the sides of her breasts, she plumped them, making them rise even higher.
“Nolan.”
The temptress called to him, her voice a siren’s lure. He would answer it as all men throughout history had done. He was powerless to do anything else.
“Nolan, do you want me?”
He found that he’d nodded before he realized that he had.
She tipped her head down and gazed at him through lidded eyes. “Then show me.”
He’d started down the steps. He was, after all, only human. “Come here.” His voice was gruff, the need in his body surfacing in the sound.
She didn’t hesitate. Instead, she snatched up her clothes and hurried toward him.
“Damn. What’s going on here?”
It was as though Declain’s words had knocked the last bit of strength out of him. Nolan stumbled back up the steps, falling into the chair. He sucked in air, trying to steady his nerves.
Zoey’s gaze whipped from Nolan to Declain getting out of his pickup then back to Nolan. Gone was the seductress. Her eyes widened and she clutched her clothes to her chest. After one last look at Declain, she raced past Nolan and inside the house.
* * * *
She felt like a stupid, silly child. She’d had her chance and she’d blown it to hell and back. Scowling at her reflection in the mirror over the dresser in her bedroom, she couldn’t believe that she’d run off like a scared little girl.
I could’ve let them both take me. I know Declain wouldn’t have minded Nolan joining in. But no. I had to chicken out and screw it up.
She whirled away from the mirror toward the sundress with spaghetti straps lying on top of the bed. After dashing away like a rabbit scurrying away from a coyote, she’d come up to her room and spent the rest of the day trying to understand what had gone wrong. Sure, she was a virgin, but she’d never expected to flake out.
But the time for thinking was over. She’d wasted enough time waiting for the men to claim her. Now it was her turn to take matters into her own hands. And this time she wouldn’t lose her nerve.
Tossing her hair over her shoulders, she pulled open the door and walked toward the stairs. She hadn’t even made it to the top when she heard their voices coming from the living room.
“You know you feel it, too, Nolan. Don’t try and deny it. I saw how you were watching her.”
“Like any normal man would. You don’t have to be a damn werewolf to want a sexy woman like her.”
“Horse hockey. It’s more than that. You feel the same way I do. You feel the connection, too.”
Joy leapt into her. She was right. Both Nolan and Declain were her mates.
“Okay, maybe I did. How the hell would I know for sure?”
“Because it’s like nothing else you’ve ever had before. It’s more than attraction. It’s like she fills a hole you didn’t know was there.”
Silence followed, and she strained to hear something, anything. She put her foot on the first step then froze as Declain spoke again.
“You’re thinking that you don’t want a werewolf as your woman, aren’t you?”
The joy she’d felt moments earlier died in a twist of her stomach.
“I hate to admit it, but yeah. That’s always been at the back of my mind.”
“I figured as much. Nolan, you know there’s no way around that. We can’t make her fully human. Since she’s half-werewolf, she had to have come from the mating of a human to a shifter. She can’t change no matter how much you may want her to. But you can.”
“That’s the problem. I like being human. I’m not sure I’d like being a werewolf.”
“Even if it you could do it for Zoey?”
She heard the rattle of glasses as one of them fixed a drink.
“Your silence says a lot, man. If there was anyone worth changing into a shifter for, I’d think it’d be her. Come on, cousin, take a chance. I’m betting that you’ll like being a werewolf.”
Declain again. The ever-optimistic one.
“I don’t know. Maybe. She’s certainly worth almost anything.”
Almost?
If she had her way—and she would—she’d take the word almost out of Nolan’s vocabulary. He needed a push, and she was just the one to give him one.
She hurried down the stairs, determined to do whatever it took to make Nolan hers. She found them, Declain sitting on the couch and Nolan standing by the window with a shot glass in his hand.
They exchanged looks and it hit her. She’d tried seducing him and it had almost worked.
Damn, there’s that word again.
Deciding on another course of action, she walked over to Declain and stood in front of him. “Declain Sawyer, you’re my mate.”
His hands rested on his knees and not on her as they should’ve. Crossing her arms in front of her, she took hold of her dress and pulled it over her head. She hadn’t bothered to put a bra or panties on. What would’ve been the point?
Amber and lust flared at the same time in his eyes. Without waiting for him, she pointed at the armchair next to the couch and gave Nolan an order she prayed he wouldn’t refuse. “Sit. Now.”
Chapter Seven
Zoey didn’t take the time to wonder at the strange expression on Nolan’s face. Instead, she dropped to her knees and started unbuckling Declain’s belt. She’d never taken a man’s cock in her mouth, but she was more than willing to try. She just hoped she did it the right way. He remained still, letting her take charge.
His cock was bigger than she’d expected. Even though she was still a virgin, she’d seen enough werewolves shifting to human form to know that Declain’s shaft was far longer and thicker than any of those. Curious, she touched the tip of it then jerked her hand away when his cock twitched. Pre-cum wetted her fingertip. She wanted to taste him, but held back, unsure that she’d do it the correct way.
Is there a right and wrong way of doing a blow job?
It glistened, and after taking a sniff, she went for it and sucked it into her mouth. “Mmm.” If that was what cum tasted like, she wanted more of it.
Declain undid the buttons on his shirt then spread it open. His chest was cut from stone with pecs that demanded to be touched. His stomach was flat with ridges in it and a sprinkling of dark-blond hair. He was every bit as sexy as she’d hoped he was.
He tugged his jeans over his hips and d
own his long, strong legs. She helped him take them to his ankles, then reached up and slid her hand under his balls. He sucked in a breath, but kept his hands to himself.
“Zoey, if you’re going to play with them, you’re going to have to put your mouth to good use.”
She leaned forward and put her nose close to the base of his cock and inhaled. It was the scent she’d gotten from him before, but stronger, muskier, and filled with sex appeal.
“Flick your tongue over it, baby.”
Zoey did, sweeping up a little of the tasty cum again. Declain moaned, reached over and took her hair in his hand. She had no choice but to take his dick inside her mouth.
Did all men taste so good? Not that she cared. The only two men she ever wanted to taste were the Sawyer men.
She whipped her tongue around him, testing out the texture of his skin, feeling the way his flesh moved and gave at times then was hard as steel in the next moment. His cock twitched again and she would’ve sworn that the balls still cupped in her hand tightened.
Letting him guide her back and forth, she moved her mouth up and down his cock. He moaned, and she heard his moan echoed by Nolan.
If she could’ve grinned with her mouth full, she would have.
She pumped his cock, getting into the rhythm as though she’d already done it lots of times. He spread his legs, letting her ease against his body. She picked up speed, sucking harder, then adding a gentle touch of her teeth.
“Climb up on the couch.”
She didn’t understand what he was going to do, but rose and started to get on top of him.
“No, baby. I want you lying over my lap. Suck on me while I play with your juicy ass.”
She spread her body over the couch then took his cock inside her mouth again. He played with her hair and ran his other hand down her spine to fondle her buttocks.
“Damn, but she’s got a fine ass. You should see it from here, Declain.” Nolan’s voice was tight with need.
“And you should feel it. Come on. Grab hold and squeeze.”
When Nolan didn’t, she tried wiggling it, hoping to entice him.
“Nolan.”
“Leave it alone, Declain.” The strain in his voice was even worse now.
Declain patted her butt. “Don’t bite my cock when I do it, baby. I’m kind of partial to it.”
She only had time to wonder what he meant when he struck her, palm flat against her bottom. If he hadn’t warned her not to, she might’ve taken the end of his cock off.
He spanked her again, but she’d anticipated that he would. His fingers eased down her crack and teased her dark hole. “One of these days soon, I’m going to fuck you from behind. Would you like that, baby?”
She answered with her mouth by sucking harder. Would she like it? As long as they liked it, she was sure she’d love it, too.
Another whack had her flesh stinging.
“Look at how pink she’s getting, Nolan.” Declain struck her again then squeezed her butt cheek hard.
She whipped her tongue around his cock and cupped his balls.
“You’ve still got one hand free, baby. Play with your clit.”
She hadn’t done that much before except late at night when the rest of the pack was sleeping.
“Go on. It’ll be sexy as hell.”
Shifting to her side, she kept his cock in her mouth and put her other hand between her legs. She was even wetter than she’d thought she’d be. Her clit was already humming and aching to be touched. Until he touched her, however, she’d do it herself.
She rubbed her heated nub, closing her eyes to savor the flavors in her mouth and the feelings surging through her body. Moaning, she picked up speed, massaging her clit harder and drawing his cock in and out with the same intensity. Her whimpers grew louder as the storm inside her threatened to break loose.
“Up.”
He pulled her off his cock slowly, and once his shaft was free, he yanked her to a sitting position, then onto his lap. His cock pushed at her pussy lips, but he didn’t shove it inside her yet. Instead, he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth.
The connection, that invisible bond between them, spun wild, growing into a whirling ball of energy that overwhelmed her. She no longer had any control over her need.
Declain pinched her other nipple and wrapped his arm under hers to grab her by the neck. He sucked in her nipple, pulling on it hard enough to make her cry out.
When she did, he let go and looked into her eyes. “This is going to be rough. Can you take it?”
She nodded once, then gasped when he slipped a hand between her legs. One hand gripped her breast while the other pushed a finger inside her pussy.
“Damn, but she’s so hot.”
So Nolan hasn’t left.
“Fuck her, man. And give her a spanking while you fuck her.”
“Come on. You do it, Nolan. Give her a good whack for me.”
She whimpered at Declain’s hard finger thrust into her pussy.
“Naw, man. I can’t.”
Can’t? Or doesn’t want to?
She turned her head, her mouth parted to drag in a breath. Nolan’s eyes were clouded with desire, and he gripped the arms of the chair like a man holding on for dear life.
He said can’t. He’s afraid to touch me. Does he think he’ll lose control if he does?
She turned back to Declain when he pulled his finger out then made a show of sucking her juices off.
“Sweeter than I imagined.” He growled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Now, woman.”
She’d started coming onto Declain as a way to make Nolan jealous, but it had turned out to be so much more. Now she wanted to give Declain everything she had while making Nolan so jealous that he could no longer deny her.
But she had to let them know what she was. Would they think that was a good thing? Or bad? “Declain. I’m a…”
“I know, baby. You’re half-werewolf.”
“No. Not that.”
His eyes were fogged with desire. “Then you’re a what?”
“I’m a virgin.”
She almost regretted saying the words when she felt him stiffen. She could even sense Nolan’s apprehension.
Declain swallowed. “So you’ve never had sex with anyone?”
Had they wanted someone with more experience? “No. I’ve never done anything with a man. Not even”—she licked her lips—“put it in my mouth before.”
“Holy hell.”
She couldn’t tell if Declain was angry or not. “Is it okay?”
“Hell, yeah, it is.” His smile died. “But it’s going to hurt. Are you sure you’re ready? I mean, maybe we should wait and make it more romantic or something.”
Happiness burst alive in her along with her a twinge of fear at what would come next. She’d heard that it hurt, but only for a moment. Was that the truth? “No. I want it now.” She glanced at Nolan. “I’d have both of you be my first.”
The surprise in Nolan’s face was gone a second later, mixed with happiness.
He does want me.
“Uh, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but that’s not possible.” Nolan’s jaw worked as his facial features scrunched together. “Go ahead, Declain. If that’s what she wants, then do it.”
“Are you sure?”
His silence lasted longer than it should have. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, then, I’ll try and take it easy. But it’s still going to hurt.”
“Declain, I don’t want it easy. I want it hard. Fuck me, Declain. Fuck me hard.”
“You’re driving me crazy, woman.” Lifting her up, he brought her back down in a slow way.
She sucked in a breath at the feel of his cock pushing at her opening. At first, she wasn’t sure he’d even fit. Her vaginal walls complained, then gave way. The pain ripped into her, and she felt the warmth flow between her legs.
“Easy, baby. Breathe. As a half-werewolf, it’ll be easier than a human female would have it.
Just let it happen and try not to tense up.”
She did as he said, drawing in relaxing breaths. Keeping her gaze locked to his, she gave herself to him.
He pushed harder, driving his cock into her pussy. The pain was gone, replaced by more lust than she’d ever felt. With that single move, he’d transformed her from girl to woman. She moaned and started undulating her hips.
“Oooh, Declain. Please. I want more. Harder. Be rough. I want it rough.”
He groaned, then paused before plunging his cock so far up her that she was, for a moment, terrified that he’d hurt her deep inside. But the terror soon left, replaced by another lightning flare of lust ripping through her.
“Spank me, Declain.” She’d loved it before and wanted to add it to the new sensations flowing through her body.
His flattened palm found her bottom and struck it. The pain quaked outward, rippling her skin. She cried out, then tossed her hair back and arched her back. Another resounding slap followed, then another, each growing the pain in her buttocks. Yet the pain changed, traveling from the site of the hurt and transforming to a pleasurable ache that reverberated in her pussy.
Her inner wolf roared to life, howling for her to claim her mate and demand that he claim her as well. She rocked against Declain, freeing her mind of anything and everything except the sensations rushing outward her from her pussy. If she could let go, her wolf would finally take over and she would shift.
A slap on the other butt cheek startled her, and she pulled back her lips in imitation of the snarl her wolf would, hopefully, one day make. Declain pounded his hips upward, driving his cock into her time and again.
She leaned her head forward and gripped his shoulders, trying to keep from getting bucked off. Turning her head, she found Nolan leaning forward in his chair with an expression of absolute yearning. She licked her lips and saw him slide his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
Why doesn’t he join in?
She jumped as Declain clutched her by the hair and yanked her head back. “Fuck me, mate. Give me a wild ride.”
She did the best she could, panting in her effort to circle her hips against his pummeling. Her pussy wept with her juices, the fire between her legs burning hotter.
