by Jane Jamison
Reagan, too, was on the verge of tears. “Damn it. Don’t make me mess up my makeup.” She wiped away a tear. “I found it out on the cliff where you four like to go. You know. The one I can never go to again without thinking about you guys having sex.” She pressed her fingertips against her lips and pretended to fight back the urge to vomit. “Now, instead of you four, I can think of this joined stone whenever I go there. See? It looks like two stone hearts beating as one. Like us. We’re tough in our own way, but we’re tougher together.”
“This is the best present you’ve ever given me. I love it.” Brooklyn struggled to say more, emotion clogging her throat. “We’ve always been sisters. Now I’m thrilled to officially become your sister.”
“Back at you, sis.”
They hugged, holding on to each other until, at last, Brooklyn knew it was time. “Come on. Let’s go see our guys.”
Taking the carriage the men had arranged, Brooklyn rode with her sister out to the cliff. Only Miranda and Wicky had been invited, but the rest of their friends would welcome the happy foursome afterward at the bar where they’d enjoy a rousing all-night, howl-at-the-moon party. Wicky would officiate while Miranda would serve as a witness.
Witness. The word could mean both good and bad.
As the sole witness against her, Thornton had tried to frame her for a murder he’d committed. Yet the love of her men, Reagan, and the support of the people of West End had saved her.
She shoved the memory away. Thornton and his dark magic was in the past. She wouldn’t let him mar her happy day. Joy filled her as she saw the three men who had complete possession of her heart waiting for her, ready to make her theirs.
Reagan escorted her to the men standing near the edge. Their faces were alight with their love. They were beyond anything she’d ever hoped for. She’d dreamed of them for years, and now her dream was finally coming true.
They surrounded her after a brief argument about who would stand at her side. Morgan was on her right with Samuel on her left. Damian stood slightly behind her, his hand on her shoulder as the other two men engulfed her hands with theirs.
No words were said. None were needed as Wicky bowed her head and cast the union spell around them. The air shimmered, and a fragrance of wild flowers floated on the breeze. Brooklyn wouldn’t have believed her heart could get any fuller, but it did, swelling with more love than she’d thought possible.
“It is done,” murmured Wicky.
One by one the men kissed her. They were sweet kisses yet filled with a promise of the passion that would come later.
“I don’t mean to be rude”—Samuel pulled Brooklyn against him as he addressed the other women—“but get the hell out of here. We want to be alone with our bride.”
“No problem.” Reagan gave Brooklyn a hug. “Don’t let them wear you out.” She squeezed her hand. “And no skipping the party. I put a lot of work into getting everything ready.”
“I won’t.” Yet when it came to turning her men down for a sexual romp, she was a pushover.
“We’ll see you later.” Miranda gave them each a hug then hooked her arm in Reagan’s. “Come with me. They need their privacy.”
Brooklyn and her men waited as Miranda, Wicky, and Reagan took the carriage and left. “How are we supposed to get home?”
Samuel adopted a small sly smile. “Don’t worry. I’m prepared.”
“I’ll bet you are.” She laughed then slid into his embrace.
“That’s a very pretty dress,” said Morgan. “But it’s not staying on you for long.”
Whether Samuel used his magic or the magic of love blinded her, she was soon naked and lying on the grass. The setting sun cast a glow over them. “Where are my stars, Samuel?”
“If it’s stars you want, then it’s stars you’ll get.” Damian waved his hand like a king ordering a servant. “Wizard, give her stars.”
Samuel’s cocked eyebrow told his friend not to push his luck. Then he closed his eyes and murmured strange words.
Brooklyn gasped as the world suddenly darkened. But the darkness didn’t last long before pinpricks of shining stars dotted the sky. A moon, larger than it could ever possibly be seen from earth, hung over them.
A gust of air swept over them. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, the men, too, were naked. “Samuel, you’re using a lot of magic.”
“I am, but I’ll still have more left for later.” He dropped to his knees beside her then urged her to turn onto her side. His wonderful hard body pushed against her back, his cock primed and ready to explore her dark hole. “Are you sure you want to become a werewolf? I could teach you magic.”
She caught him by the back of the neck and brought his mouth to hers. Her tongue teased his lips. “Why can’t I do both?”
“You can. I only wish there was something I could give you,” added Damian as he knelt in front of her. The wet tip of his cock beckoned her.
“You give me so many things, Damian. Your strength, your power, your love. What more could a woman ask for?”
“To become a vampire?” Yet before she could respond, he spoke her truth. “No. I couldn’t change you. I want you to be able to spend the day in the sun with your children.” Sadness enveloped him.
“Our children,” she answered. “Any child, no matter who the father is, will be our children.” She earned a barely noticeable nod from him. “Now let me give to you.” Wrapping her hand around his cock, she brought it to her mouth.
Morgan took her leg and placed it over his thigh. He positioned his body, his cock at her entrance. “Good. For a minute, I was worried we were going to talk all night.”
“Not all night,” she joked then returned Damian’s cock to her mouth.
They took her then, their cocks filling her. She whimpered, not in fear or pain but in the urgency to express all the love she felt. Their souls had become joined long ago, their hearts making the union complete as their bodies joined together once more.
The stars above them twinkled, and the moon’s rays cast shadows. As one they moved, words once more not needed. Only moans and growls of delight were heard with the occasional laugh accenting their happiness.
The ceremony had made her their mate in an official way, but she’d always been their mate. Even at a young age, she’d known it. Now she proved it to them as Morgan and Samuel thrust into her, their pants echoing each other. Damian, as calm as ever, rocked his hips back and forth.
These are my men, my mates. Forever and always.
Their climaxes roared free, one after the other. Brooklyn looked to each man as her release thundered out of her, rocking her world. When their storms had finally died down, they lay next to each other, Damian and Samuel by her side with Morgan’s head resting on her leg.
Content, she was in no rush to go to the party. In fact, if she’d had her way, she would’ve stayed where she was, her men touching and stroking her, telling her how much they loved her.
At last, however, the time came. Samuel’s spell had worn off, revealing that the sun had set. “We need to go. Reagan will have our heads if we don’t show up soon.”
Morgan took her hand and pulled her to her feet. His hands played over her body. “I think we’re going to need clothes.”
“Definitely.” She studied Samuel, who had risen along with Damian. “Well? What about it, wizard? Can you put me back in my wedding dress?”
“I can, but I don’t want to.”
She laughed as Samuel waved his hand and jerked her away from Morgan. Soon enough, she was back on the ground with Samuel on top.
“Reagan and the others are going to put us through hell. You know that, right?”
The three of them gazed down at her, but it was Damian who answered. “Then we’ll go through hell and back. But to have you again right now? It’ll be worth it.”
She laughed again, giving in to their desires and hers. “Are we ever going to make it to the big room?”
“Do you care?” a
sked Damian.
“Not a damn bit.” Having them again was all that mattered. Who cared where they made love? She reached out, once more taking her men.
THE END
WWW.JANEJAMISON.COM
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
From an early age, Jane Jamison was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, aliens, and whatever else might be 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’s down right sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition: to be a romance author.
Jane spends each day locked in her office surrounded by her two furry bundles of joy and the heroes and heroines she loves. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing until her fingers fall off.
Jane also writes as Beverly Rae.
For all titles by Jane Jamison, please visit
www.bookstrand.com/jane-jamison

Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
