by Jane Jamison
She stood and started for the door, catching her reflection in the mirror. Smiling, she spoke to the happy woman there. “Maddie’s coming.”
Yeah. My sister’s coming to see me.
Now for the men.
* * * *
“So? Did you talk to your sister again?”
Stella poked Alex on the nose with her knuckles. “Sure did.” She turned back to the mixing bowl. Trying to bake a cake for Mike’s birthday was proving to be harder than she could’ve ever imagined. She’d already burned one cake, and the other had tasted like crap.
The third time’s the charm.
She studied her men who had just come in from the barn and were lounging at the kitchen table.
Yeah. Three’s a lucky number for me.
“Anyway,” she continued, knowing they’d keep asking, “a couple of weeks ago when you finally convinced me to call her, she was ready to come.” She frowned. “Now she keeps putting me off, saying she’s telling me she has to delay her visit for personal reasons.”
“Maybe she’s got a new man,” offered Alex.
“Or maybe she’s getting cold feet, sugar.”
“Maybe.” Yet she didn’t get the feeling that it was either of those things. “She’s being really evasive.”
“Do you think something’s wrong?” Mike leaned back in the chair, balancing his big body on the back two legs.
She was sure he’d topple over one of these times. “I don’t know. She just doesn’t seem like the old Maddie.”
“Remember, you haven’t talked to her for a long time.”
Mike was right. It was probably her imagination. “True. I guess I’ll keep calling her. But it’s strange. First she’s raring to come, and then she’s not. Maybe she changed her mind about wanting to connect again.” She hated to think that she’d waited too long. If she lost her sister because she’d been too hurt and prideful to call, she’d never forgive herself.
“Give her space. She’ll show up sooner or later.” Alex snagged an apple from the bowl on the table. “Did you tell her that she’s welcome to stay here with us?”
“I did and that’s weird, too. She said she’d rather stay with Shawna at the B&B.”
“What’s weird about that? She probably doesn’t want to crimp your style. With you living with three men, she’s got to know how much sex is going on. If I were her, I wouldn’t want to hear all the groaning and moaning, either.”
She tossed a sponge at a grinning Danny. “You could be right. Which means we don’t have sex once my sister visits.”
All three of them froze as though she’d stunned them.
“Nah, darlin’, don’t even think that.”
“Like I could go one night without having you three hounds.” She couldn’t resist them any more than they could resist her. It was a nice feeling to know the attraction was mutual.
“You’re going to go without sex for a couple of nights, you know.”
She turned and leaned against the counter. “It’s that rough, Mike?” They talked several times about claiming her and changing her. Although they were already mates in their hearts and in the eyes of the pack, she wanted to understand them better. Plus, the idea of becoming a werewolf was exciting.
“It’s pretty hard. Once we bite you, you’ll be out of it for a couple of days. It’s the change’s way of protecting you from the pain of the transformation. You’ll go through hell, but you won’t remember much of it. Then, once it’s over, you’ll wake up and you’ll be one of us.”
She’d given it a lot of thought. Although the idea of becoming something else was frightening, the reward of being closer to her men and their pack was worth it. “I kind of wanted to wait until Maddie came, but since she keeps putting it off, why not get it done today?”
“How about right now?” Danny got to his feet, his long, muscular body stretching.
She glanced at the batter still in the bowl. “Hmm. A cake or the change? Which should I choose?”
“Sex first, then we bite you.”
She arched an eyebrow at Alex. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. If you’re going to be out of commission for a few days, then we need to do what we need to do before that happens.”
“Fine. Sex first, then you guys change me into a werewolf.”
“We claim you with sex first then with our bites,” added Mike. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
She was always surprised at how fast they could move even while in their human bodies. They pounced on her, tearing her clothes away from her. She’d quickly learned not to wear any of her favorite clothes without warning them not to tear them off. She hadn’t warned them today.
Danny was the first to get undressed, so he was the one who lifted her off her feet and carried her outside. Mike and Alex stripped and fell into step behind them.
“Where are you taking me?”
“The boys and I were talking and decided we want to have you in the barn.”
“Then in the pasture,” added Mike.
“Then on top of the combine.” Alex pushed the barn doors open. Light streamed into the dimly lit interior and sent dust floating into the air.
Danny helped her get onto the ladder leading up to the hayloft. “Up, mate. Once you’re there, lie down and spread ’em.”
She hurried up the wooden ladder. A slap on her ass made her hurry even faster. “I’m going. I’m going.”
As soon as she’d made it off the ladder, Danny grabbed her leg and tugged her backward. He flipped her over then fell on top of her. She giggled and began to lock her arms around his neck, but he pushed them above her head then caught her wrists in one of his hands.
“Are you ready for us, sugar?”
“I’m ready for anything you can throw at me.”
“Those are big words for such a little lady.”
“I’ll back them up. You just try me.”
Stella arched her back, pushing her breasts toward Danny. Freeing her arms, he cupped her breasts and brought them together against his face. His whiskers rubbed against her skin, and although she was sure she’d have stubble burn once they were finished, she thought it was well worth it.
Her orgasm was building up fast. Mike crawled between her legs and went to work, claiming to “eat her until she screamed.”
Alex’s tongue swept over her anus, preparing her for his cock’s entry. She moaned and once again reminded herself that lube was no longer needed. It had something to do with being werewolves. Still, she wouldn’t stop Alex from applying his own kind of lubrication.
Life was good. Hell, beyond good. She’d moved in with the men and hadn’t looked back. Although she loved Shawna, she didn’t mind leaving her job at the Lazy Day B&B. Instead of cleaning up after other people, she was busy taking care of the house for the men she loved. They’d talked about her using her medical training, either as an EMT at a nearby clinic or finding a doctor to work with, but she’d gotten into the habit of waking up at home and enjoying the entire day on the ranch. She’d even become a good rider and loved riding over the pasture with her men.
Mike sucked on her clit and thrust his fingers inside her. He knew exactly how to find her spongy spot that would send her flying, but he wouldn’t do it again too soon. Instead, he loved teasing her, sliding his tongue around her folds, drinking up her juices, and then catching her clit between his teeth. He could make her squeal with delight with one flick of his tongue.
“Mike’s not giving up your pussy, sugar.”
Which, of course, was Danny’s way of telling her to suck his cock. She cupped his balls and guided his cock into her mouth. He moaned in appreciation and braced himself against a nearby beam.
“Damn, woman, you’ve got the best mouth in the entire fucking world.”
She smiled around his purple-veined cock that had given her so much pleasure. Hollowing her cheeks, she did her best to pleasure him in return. She’d do her best for all her men, in and out of sex.
“On your si
de, mate,” ordered Alex.
She rolled onto her side, never turning Danny’s cock free. Instead, she concentrated on getting more of his pre-cum out of him while Alex played with the tight muscles of her butt hole. Mike eased back and wiped his mouth.
“If you’d let go of his cock, I’d let you taste your sweet juices.”
“Fuck off, Mike.” Danny growled, the amber in his eyes blazing. “You just want her to stop sucking me off.”
“I’m just killing two birds with one stone, brother.”
“Like I said. Fuck off.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” Mike knelt between her legs and lifted one around his waist. “Ready or not, darlin’, here I come.” He entered her, fast and hard.
Alex wasn’t one to be left behind. He eased against her, his abdomen tightening as he put his cock at her dark hole. “Damn, but you’re beautiful.” Taking it easier than Mike had, he slipped his cock inside her.
She was exactly where she loved to be. Caught in between the men she loved. She turned Danny’s cock loose just long enough to say what she had to say. “Bite me.”
“Darlin’, are you sure you want to be a werewolf? It’s not like we can change you back if you don’t like it. You know that, right?” His words came out in pants along with each thrust.
She gave him a look then pulled Danny’s cock out of her mouth again. He growled, telling her he wouldn’t stand for a third time. “Just bite me, damn it. You’ve claimed me in every way but that way.”
“Why now? Isn’t the pack treating you right?” asked Danny, his eyes closed as he thrust his hips toward her, urging her to take his cock into her mouth again.
“They treat me just fine.” She resisted the urged to take his cock. “Is there a problem? Have you guys changed your minds about claiming me?” Although they hadn’t announced it to the town, she was as much their mate as she could be—except for becoming a werewolf.
“No problem at all, darlin’. Just making sure.”
“Then do it,” she ordered.
Danny snarled, clutched her hair, and pushed his cock toward her. “First things first.”
She should’ve known. Taking his cock in again, she redoubled her effort to give him a great blowjob. Sucking, licking, she wound her tongue around his cock. Her fingers played with his balls, rolling them from one side of her hand to the other.
Mike slammed into her again, the muscle in his jaw jumping. His hard-packed abs worked like a machine driving bolts into steel. His arms flexed as he held her leg with one hand and used the other to massage her throbbing clit. Hard, soft, hard again, he rubbed, bringing her to the edge and back.
Alex shoved his cock in deeper, no longer taking it easy. The friction he set off equaled his brother’s, driving her climax into higher gear. She cried out at the force of their shoves.
Danny was the first to let go. As hard as he tried not to ejaculate with his teeth clenched and his thrusts paused in a last-ditch effort to stop his climax, he couldn’t stop his release any more than he could’ve stopped a waterfall from driving over the edge of a cliff. He snarled again and turned his seed free. She did her best to drink it in, but it was a lost cause. His warm semen slid down her chin.
“Damn it, but that turns me on even more.” Mike rammed into her again then stilled, his gaze locked on the cream on her chin. With a groan, he closed his eyes, lifted his face toward the barn’s roof and howled with his orgasm. Hot cum shot inside her as she tried to tighten her pussy and keep as much of it inside her as she could.
Alex groaned and pulled out of her ass. His cock’s warm release struck the small of her back and dribbled downward. He bent over, his groan turning into a low howl, as his body shuddered out the last of his release.
Her climax was so close, yet she held it back. “Bite me now. Change me. Now!”
They fell on her, the men she loved letting the animals inside them come out. Fangs sprang from teeth. She saw the whites of them flash a moment before she felt the pain of them sink into her flesh.
Danny’s bite sank into her neck.
Mike’s bite broke the skin of her inner thigh.
Alex’s bite tore at her arm.
Pain speared her as their bites claimed her. Ecstasy erupted inside her as her climax exploded. Stars shone behind her closed eyelids. Darkness enveloped her. For far too long, she was sure they’d never turn her free, never take their fangs out of her.
Then, suddenly, it was over as she gave into the darkness. Only Mike’s voice could penetrate the black silkiness.
“We claim you, Stella Connor, as our mate. Now and forever.”
Epilogue
Stella lengthened her legs, doing her best to keep up with her men. As humans or as wolves, they were bigger, stronger, and faster. Still, she didn’t care. She knew they’d never leave her behind. But that wasn’t how she’d play the game.
Dropping back until she was several yards behind them, she darted to the side and into the brush. The moon was bright, but even with its light, they’d have a hard time finding her. Her brown fur blended into her surroundings, hiding her.
Their growls acknowledging her disappearance floated on the air. Her wolf lips drew back into a wolfish smile.
Three months earlier, they’d transformed her into a werewolf. After two awful days and nights of painful awakenings to fitful sleep filled with horrible dreams, she’d finally come to. At first she’d been disoriented but soon realized that she felt better than she ever had. Her blood pumped in her veins and her muscles were stronger. She could hear and see better.
The first transformation had been tough, but they’d helped her through it. They’d stayed by her side, encouraging her to give in to the pain of breaking and reforming bones. Once she did, the animal inside her took those pains on. The world changed into an amber-hued environment filled with other animals and scents she hadn’t known existed.
And then they’d taken her on her first run. She’d followed them, timidly at first then picking up speed as the sheer joy of it filled her. Since that first night, she’d coaxed them into running as often as possible.
Stella heard the crack of a twig and changed direction. Although they were quiet as wolves, they still made noise. With her tongue lolling, she headed for home.
Come on, my mates, follow me.
She’d change directions several times. After all, it wouldn’t do to let them know she was headed home. That would take the fun out of the chase.
Keeping low to the ground, she started zigzagging, left then right, slipping under a rotted-out tree branch, jumping over a stump, then running through a small creek. They’d be slowed down trying to find her scent downstream on the other side.
Keep going.
Her wolf’s mind didn’t think the way her human mind did. It was filled more feelings and sensations than actual thought. Everything was primal in her wolf body, including the sex they’d had.
Doggy sex.
No. Wolf sex.
She broke through the last brush and bounded toward the front door of their house. As she ran up the steps, she began the change. She was already in her human body by the time she dashed into the house, turned, and saw the three wolves barreling out of the pasture behind the barn far sooner than she had expected.
“You guys cheated.”
They hadn’t even tried to follow her. Instead, they must’ve cut through the neighbor’s pasture and taken a direct line back to the house.
Not that she cared if they hadn’t really played the game the way it was supposed to be played. As long as they ended up in the same place—their bed, locked in each other’s arms—she was happy.
She laughed and headed for the stairs. Growls followed her, but she didn’t dare turn back. Instead, she made it to the second-story landing and then took a moment to turn around. They were shifting, their magnificent wolf bodies changing back to their even more magnificent human bodies.
“We’re coming for you, mate.”
“Promises, pro
mises.” She took off running.
She’d known she wouldn’t make it to the bed. Instead, she was lifted off her feet, carried through the bedroom, and then tossed on top of the bedspread. Her men stood around her, their eyes still showing bits of amber.
“So? Why are you three just standing there?” She stretched out her neck, her legs, and her arms. “Do it again. Claim me.”
Howls that were part human and part werewolf filled the room.
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.
As an avid reader, she fell in love with romance novels. Then one day, she put her favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends her days in her home office surrounded by the characters she loves and the furry pets she adores. Often a new character will knock on the door of her imagination and spark the idea for another book.
Her future includes traveling, learning the art of photography, and writing more books. Thanks to her loving husband, she continues to turn her dreams into realities.
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