by Jane Jamison
“Fuck, but her ass is pretty.” Wyatt slapped her, his hand giving her a slightly different feeling than Stone’s. He spanked her again, adding a quick pinch to her nipple.
Two more spankings followed those, with Wyatt and Stone sharing the job. She moaned and went onto her forearms, presenting her ass for more.
Again and again, they spanked her. Wyatt bent over and skimmed his teeth against her flesh then growled. “I’m going to love sinking my fangs into you.”
She thrilled at the idea although the tingle of fear edged its way into her. They hadn’t done anything so blatant regarding their wolves in their sex, but she was ready. She’d fight her fear, knowing she was safe in their care.
Her butt burned with their repeated slaps accented with a nip of their teeth. Stone reached around and rubbed her clit then gave her another spanking.
If they didn’t give her their cocks again soon, she’d go insane. “Masters, I can’t stand much more.”
“Give us your number.”
“Fuck the number. I need you.”
Wyatt tweaked her nipple. Hard. “Give us a number.”
“Two, masters. But, please, I want more.”
“Fine.” Stone leaned over her, tugging her head back with a hunk of her hair. “How bad do you want us, Rae? One to ten. How bad?”
She wanted to scream that she didn’t care about stupid numbers. But they were her masters and she’d obey. “Eleven, sir.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Maybe we shouldn’t give it to you. Maybe you’ve been too good.”
Was that it? Did he want her to be bad? She smiled. If he wanted her to disobey him, then she’d do it.
“Fuck me now, damn you.”
“Are you wanting me to punish you, babe?”
She pushed the blindfold up and reached for his cock, ready to show him some pain of his own. He jerked away just in time.
“Ooh, our good girl’s going wild. We better take care of her, Stone.”
The wild look in Wyatt’s eyes sent an excited shiver through her. She turned to face Stone and saw his own lust-filled glint.
“Put the blindfold back in place and sit on the end of the bed.”
They helped her, her movements jerky. Once she made it to the edge, they helped her get into a sitting position.
The pitch blackness was thrilling, and her nerve endings responded to the deprivation of sight. Her skin seemed to become supersensitized. Her mouth filled with saliva and her leg muscles twitched with the urge to wrap them around him.
Stone took one of her arms and twisted more material around her wrist. She heard the sound of her sheets being torn apart. Wyatt took her other arm and bound a strip around that wrist.
Each of the men had hold of one arm and pulled them out in front of her then higher. She didn’t fight, didn’t resist when she felt them tie the ends to the tall bedposts.
“Spread your legs again.”
She heard a familiar whirring sound a moment before the vibrator entered her pussy. Her release broke free, shattering her with its intensity and its unexpected arrival. She cried out, but spread her legs even farther apart.
The vibrator sank into her pussy again, skimming over her clit in the process. She let out a shriek as someone lifted her from behind then sank two fingers into her butt hole. He brought her back down to sit on his fingers, shoving them in and out to match the rhythm of the vibrator.
“Do you want us, babe? Or are fingers and a toy good enough for you?”
She couldn’t have lied to save her life. “I want you. Please, masters.”
Suddenly, the vibrator was gone as Wyatt lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, her arms straining against the bindings that held her to the bedposts. His cock filled her completely, pushing at her pussy walls and setting up an amazing friction.
The only way it could’ve been any better was if Stone was entering her from behind. “Please, Master Stone.”
He worked his fingers, pumping her, preparing her. His breath brushed at the back of her neck. “Fuck him, Rae.”
She thrust her hips forward, challenging Wyatt to slam into her harder. He answered her challenge, pushing his cock impossibly farther inside her.
“Are you ready for me? I can’t promise it won’t hurt.” Stone’s harsh words struck her ears.
“I want it to hurt.”
He groaned and replaced his fingers with his cock.
She was being stretched by her arms and inside her pussy and asshole. At first, she thought the pain would be too much, but soon enough that tearing hurt transformed into a friction that made her body hum with energy. She hung from the posts as her men took her from both sides.
It couldn’t happen again, and yet it did.
Her body tightened once more, preparing her for yet another explosion. She was lost to the sensations, experiencing only the way she felt against them, as part of them. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she let her release fly.
The men, as though spurred on by her shout, growled and snarled. Their fingernails dug into her skin, holding on to her, then both tensed, stopping a second before they, too, shouted out their orgasms.
* * * *
“Are you ready?”
Was she? They’d lain together for at least an hour, each of them needing to recuperate from their last lovemaking session. They’d spent the remainder of the day in the room with only short breaks for food and water. After the last sexual spree, no one had said anything, preferring to simply be with each other. But now with the sun starting to fade and the shadows entering the room, it was time.
Although she’d made the decision and knew in her heart that it was what she wanted, she couldn’t keep the doubt from creeping in. But she’d made that promise to them, and she wouldn’t go back on her word. Becoming one of them would bring them even closer. She wanted to be their mate in every sense of the word.
“I’m ready.”
Wyatt moved to her left while Stone went to her right. Wyatt took her arm and ran his hand along her skin. “It only takes one of us to change you. One bite will be less painful than two.”
“I don’t care. I want both of you to make me a werewolf. To make me your werewolf.”
“All right then. Take a deep breath and remember that we love you.”
She nodded, then drew in a slow breath. Before she had time to release it, they changed, their fangs erupting out of their mouths. Fear hit her, but she didn’t struggle.
Wyatt brought his head down and sank his teeth into her arm. Shock hit her, stilling her, until Stone bit down, driving his fangs into her shoulder.
The pain searing through her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She cried out, but the sound was muffled as Wyatt clamped his hand over her mouth. Her body bucked, instinctively fighting against them, but they held her as still as they could.
“Easy, babe. We wouldn’t want Carolina to think we’re killing you.”
All she could do was react, her body jerking uncontrollably as a burning like molten lava pierced her very being. The world shook under her knees and spots formed in front of her. Her bones ached and a need to run wild and free consumed her.
Stone pulled away from her, his fangs and chin covered with blood. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. “Breath, Rae. It hurts real bad at first, but that’ll soon change. Try not to fight it. Close your eyes and let it happen. When you wake, you’ll be one of us.”
She closed her eyes and did as he’d told her. Soon the darkness took her.
Epilogue
Rae had awakened two days after Wyatt and Stone had changed her, ready to run under the moon. They’d done so, running along the bridge that Sheila had loved and where she’d lost her grandmother’s locket. Afterward, the men had told her that they’d have to be more careful and take their runs out into the country. She’d laughed and said that they’d given the poor tourists on the bridge the thrill of their life. But she understood. It was a matter of keeping the existence of were
wolves quiet.
She repositioned her guitar on her lap and let her voice ring out over the microphone. Her voice had gone through a change, too, becoming thicker, sexier. Wyatt and Stone had said as much, too.
Scanning the audience, she searched for them. They’d declined to share the set with her tonight, and although she’d wondered why, she hadn’t pushed them. One night singing without them by her side was okay. Not that she’d let them turn her down too often.
She hit the last note of the song and held it, then let it fade out slow and easy. Once she finished, the crowd erupted, coming to their feet in thunderous applause. She thanked them and slid off the stool. Although another singer had won Nashville’s New Talent Contest and had signed a recording contract with True Blue Records, Rae felt like she was the real winner. She’d found her two men, everlasting love, and a new life filled with wondrous adventures.
She was halfway across the stage when she heard Wyatt’s voice booming over the microphone.
“Hold up, Rae.”
Facing him, she smiled and gave him a “what are you doing” look. Then she gasped when he went down on one knee in front of the bar filled with customers.
Reed was suddenly behind her and taking her guitar from her. “Go on, Rae. Don’t leave him on his knees. See what the man wants.”
She stumbled forward at his slight shove, keeping a smile on her face. Once she was close enough to Wyatt, she covered the microphone and whispered, “What are you doing?”
“I must be doing it wrong if you can’t tell.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black box.
Her heart was in her throat and her pulse pounded in her ears. The moment, the place was perfect except for one thing. “What about Stone? You’re both my mates.”
“He’s right over there.”
She straightened up and saw Stone standing in the holding area. He nodded, letting her know it was all right.
“But—”
“Rae, only one of us can legally marry you. That’s just so we fit into society. But know this. If you accept my offer of marriage, you’re marrying the both of us. Stone let me be the one to ask, well, because I’m better on stage than he is.”
What other answer had she expected from Wyatt? “Then get to it, wolf man. The crowd’s starting to wonder what’s taking you so long.” She took her hand off the mic.
He cleared his throat. “Rae Barnes, I love you.” He lowered his voice so his next words wouldn’t be heard by the audience. “Stone loves you. Although not as much as I do.”
Stone, using his sensitive wolf hearing, heard him and snarled from the sidelines.
She swallowed back a giggle. “Go on,” she whispered.
Wyatt glanced at the audience and widened his smile. “Rae, babe, will you do me the honor of becoming my ma—uh, my wife?”
She paused just long enough for Wyatt, Stone, and everyone else to think she might say no. Wyatt wasn’t the only one who could get dramatic.
But she could only play the game for so long. “Yes.” She clasped her hands together. “Yes, I’ll be your wife.”
Cheers and hoots rang out as Wyatt stood, took the ring out of the box, and slid it onto her left finger. He hugged her, then brought his lips to hers.
Their kiss was intense and lasted far longer than she’d have thought it would on stage. By the time she pulled away, friends had surrounded them to give them their well-wishes.
Stone moved beside her and slid his hand around her waist. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”
She nodded at those giving her and Wyatt their congratulations, then leaned closer to Stone. “Ask me.”
He tugged her a little closer and whispered in her ear. “Rae Barnes, will you be my mate?”
Taking hold of his hand and then Wyatt’s, she answered. “Yes. I will.”
Her world had changed since meeting the men of her dreams, and yet she knew her life would only get better. She smiled as the idea for another song came to her. From that moment on, her life would be a love song that would never end.
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.)
Being 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 erotic 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.
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