To Take a Wolf [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 14] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Are who back?” Dillon glanced around, trying to see what she saw.

  She scanned the yard again. Yet which were the real predators? Wolves? Or the men? Suddenly, she had to get away, had to put distance between them so she could breathe. “Never mind. Good-bye.” Yanking the door open, she burst inside the house then slammed the door closed.

  Pamela almost ran into her sister.

  “Are you kidding me?” asked a very excited Mona. Her eyes were wide as she grabbed Pamela by the arm.

  “Hush,” she whispered. Shooting her sister a “be quiet” look, she listened. For a moment, she wasn’t sure the men would leave. Then, finally, she heard their footsteps as they left the porch.

  “Pamela, I thought you said you weren’t interested in those men,” demanded Mona.

  “I’m not.” Was she lying? Even to herself?

  “Then why’d you take their gifts?”

  Pamela shoved the flowers and candy toward Mona, making her take them. “They’re adoring fans. What’d you want me to do? Tell them to leave?”

  “Yes. Exactly.” Mona hugged the presents against her. It wasn’t the first time she’d taken care of “tributes” for Pamela. “And then they said they wanted you. Holy cow.”

  Pamela’s jaw dropped. “You were eavesdropping? Seriously?”

  “You bet I was. We’re in a strange town with more than its share of strange people.”

  She dodged past her sister, needing to get away. “You’re being dramatic. They’re a couple of nice guys, that’s all.”

  “Oh, sure. They’re just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill kind of guys who say they want you for the rest of your life.”

  Pamela whirled to confront her. “They’re just star-struck. Lots of men want me for the rest of their lives and lots of men have proposed. Stop making a big deal out of it. It’s not the first time I’ve had a man declare his undying love.”

  “No, it’s not. But it’s damn sure the first time you acted like you liked it. Perhaps even wanted to accept.”

  Pamela wanted to tell her sister about the unusual feeling she’d had not once but twice about Will and Dillon but couldn’t. What would her sister think? More than likely, she’d pack their bags and get her out of town. At any other time, it might have been funny, but right then, the last thing she wanted to do was to leave Forever.

  “Let it go, Mona. Just let it go.” She spun around again and hurried toward her room. Mona wouldn’t chase her. At least she hoped not. If she did, she’d force Pamela into answering questions. Questions she couldn’t answer.

  Chapter Six

  Mona’s hands slid down between her legs and found her pussy. Her finger slipped between her folds going straight to the hot, wet knob.

  Damn, she was horny. Too bad she didn’t have two men chasing after her like Pamela did. Still, she could always find relief in her favorite fantasy. She closed her eyes.

  Immediately, images of two men with dark eyes and black hair came. A third man with blond hair, a counterpoint to their darkness, appeared.

  Ooh. Three men instead of one. She liked this new twist to her usual fantasy.

  Would her nighttime dreams change from one man to three, as well? Not only did she daydream about a dark, sexy man, but her nights were often filled with incredible, climax-inducing dreams.

  “Oh, oh, oh!”

  She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out any louder. If she didn’t, Pamela might hear her and, no doubt, come running. Even if she knew what Mona was doing, she’d still come running. She’d still want to see what Mona was up to if only to tease Mona for masturbating.

  Right. As though Pamela didn’t do her own masturbating.

  Still, Pamela had more options than Mona did. Mona was restricted to how many people she met. Most of the people she met, especially the men, wanted to see her sister, to charm her sister. She had no chance with them. Not that she’d want Pamela’s leftovers.

  Her hand started to work faster. She spread her legs, the warmth between her legs matching the warmth coming in from the sunlight from the nearby window. She lost herself in the fantasy.

  Their eyes glittered with need, their muscles flexing as they moved toward her. They began to disrobe untucking their shirts out of their jeans. She wet her lips with a flick of her tongue.

  “Come and get me, guys.”

  She spread her legs even farther apart. Her hand now was working furiously, trying to keep up with the growing turmoil inside her.

  The tallest of them moved closer, then went to his knees in front of her. “What do you want, baby?”

  For the briefest of moments, she came out of her fantasy, a memory tugging her away. The man was familiar. Granted, a tall, dark, and handsome man had always been in all her fantasies, but now he seemed even more familiar. The obsidian hair. The cut of his jaw. But why? She shoved the question away and went back to the fantasy.

  “You know what I want.” She gave him a sultry look, determined to make him make the first move. If he didn’t do as she asked, she’d order him to put his face between her legs.

  When he did, she startled, surprisingly caught unaware of his touch, of his fingers sliding along the sensitive flesh of her inner legs. His thumbs pulled her pussy folds farther apart. He shot her a wicked smile and leaned forward before pressing his tongue to her clit.

  She moaned and gripped the arms of the chair. She was growing warmer, and it had nothing to do with the sun coming in from the window. The warmth swept through her, and along with it, the strange, tantalizing sensation. She continued on with the fantasy.

  “Come here.” Her gaze went to the other two men, one blonde, one dark. “Touch me,” she ordered. “Touch me. Bite me. Do whatever you want to me.”

  The blond man leaned closer and slid his hand over her shoulder and then down to cup her breast. She was naked. They were naked. Nothing, clothes or otherwise, would keep them apart.

  His other hand cupped her breast as he suddenly appeared from behind her. His lips traveled along her shoulder, over the rounded edge then back up, taking the curve of her skin to her earlobe. He nibbled, biting a little too hard but then, somehow, not hard enough, either. “I love your tits.”

  “Is that all you love about me?”

  “Hell no. I love everything about you. From your tits to your soft rounded stomach to your long legs to your beautiful hair and eyes. Everything.”

  The other dark-haired man moved beside her, running his hand over her arm then along her stomach. “Don’t let him sweet talk you. We all love you. We love every part of you. We want every part of you.” He eased closer his cock level with her arm. “And you love every part of us, too.”

  Pre-cum dripped off the edge of his tip. She licked her mouth again, ready to taste his flavors.

  “Take hold of it, honey. You know you want to, so just go for it.”

  She leaned over, opened her mouth, and let him bring it to her. At once, her mouth was filled with his glorious taste, the musk mixing with a sweetness that was remarkably all manly. Her hands drifted to the man between her legs. She gripped his hair hard, clutching a hunk of it, and pulled him closer, forcing his tongue, his mouth harder against her pussy.

  “She wants us as much as we want her. The only thing left to do is to make her realize it.” The dark man next to her, his face tight, managed a smile.

  “You got that right, man,” added the blond from behind her.

  “But I do realize it. Isn’t it obvious?” How could they think otherwise?

  The blond shook his head so slightly she wasn’t sure he’d really done so. “Not just sex, hon. More. A whole sight more.”

  She moaned, sucking on the cock as hard as she could. The man between her legs pulled away and wiped his mouth. “Damn, but you taste good. Just like I knew you would.”

  She yanked the man back to her pussy. “Eat me. I need you to eat me. It’s been so long. Too damn long.”

  “You want us, right, baby?”

  “Yes. I
do. I really do. I already told you that.”

  “Then let’s give it to her, guys. Let’s give her everything she wants and more.”

  “I’m yours. I know I am. All you have to do is show me.”

  They pulled her off the chair, lifted her off her feet. Each of them had a hand on her, exploring her, as the dark-haired man, his mouth still glistening with her pussy juice, carried her toward the bed. He laid her on top then crawled on the bed toward her.

  “We’re going to fuck you and fuck you hard. So hard you’re going to be sore for days after.”

  Mona’s chest rose faster and faster, breathing harder. She was rubbing so hard and fast, the crazy whirl of passion building ever greater, that she doubted her hand could keep up with her need. She moaned, squirming in the chair.

  The men came to her. One eased between her legs. One rose above her like a god gazing down on his servant. He bent lower and lavished her tits. The other held his cock out to her as a present, a gift only she was worthy to possess.

  She no longer cared if Pamela heard her. All that mattered was the culmination of her fantasy. The men were all over her, their tongues sliding in and out, their hands caressing her, their words telling her how much they wanted to fuck her. Every touch, every stroke, every murmur sent her emotions soaring higher and higher.

  Even as the fantasy played out on the bed, she squirmed in the chair, her hand wet and warm. Her concentration on keeping the fantasy playing out. A moan escaped her lips as the orgasm grew faster harder, spiraling out of control.

  If only the fantasy were real.

  I have to find them. I have to find these men of my dreams. I have to. If I don’t…

  If she didn’t find them soon, she’d go out of her mind. But what could a girl do? How could anyone find their fantasy men? The idea was ridiculous, but she had to believe that she’d find them. One way or another. Believing she couldn’t was too much to bear.

  What could she do if she didn’t have her sister to take care of? But she did. She’d made promises to Pamela, promises to stick by her, to keep her safe. Yet didn’t she deserve love, too? Didn’t she deserve a life of her own?

  Damn it. Not yet.

  She shouldn’t have let her thoughts stray from the fantasy.

  The men stood at the side of the bed now. Their eyes were filled with disappointment and, worse, sadness. Lifting their hands to say good-bye, they walked away, their bodies dissolving until it was as though they had never existed.

  No! Don’t go! Stay!

  As the climax roared out of her, screaming as it pummeled its way through her body, she opened her mouth to let the sound fly. Pamela would hear her, but she didn’t care. The whole damn world could hear and she wouldn’t care.

  As the orgasm rushed through her trembling body, she felt both elated and disappointed. Pleasing herself could only do so much. She needed a man. Hell, she needed three men.

  Her eyes opened wide as she sat up. She gripped the chair arms as tightly as she could.

  Three men.

  Was it a coincidence that she’d come to a town where one woman could have three men and no one would bat an eye? Was that why she was fantasizing about three men instead of the usual one? It had to be. Had coming to Forever been destiny stepping in? After all, she’d had fantasies before. But she’d never before had three men in her fantasy.

  A drop of perspiration rolled down her cheek then dropped to wet the curve of her breast. Her hand, throbbing, hurt almost as much as her heart did.

  Calm down. It was only a fantasy.

  She let out a shuddering breath.

  Yeah. Damn it. Only a fantasy.

  “I’m going crazy. The small-town shit is getting to me.” Yet she knew it wasn’t the small town. She liked Forever. If it weren’t for having to watch over her sister, she’d even consider moving. No, it was something else that was starting get to her. It was something altogether different. Something more personal.

  Pushing out of the chair, she hurried to the door then rushed to the kitchen. She needed something to drink. Something harder than orange juice. Something wetter, cooler than water. Something that could take the edge off and make her feel right again. As she entered the kitchen, however, she ran straight into Pamela.

  Shit.

  It didn’t take a genius to see that Pamela had her dead to rights. She’d heard. Still, she wasn’t about to admit it. “Hey, how you doing?”

  Talk about sounding fake.

  Pamela’s smile said it all. “I’m doing great.” Her smile widened. “Although maybe not as great as you.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Mona reached into the cabinet, grabbed the bottle of tequila along with a glass, then walked over to the table. She sat down, hoping her movements had seemed casual, yet knowing they hadn’t.

  Pamela grabbed her own glass then settled next to Mona. “Pour me a little of that, too.”

  Mona poured her sister a healthy glassful of the alcohol. “Why? You rarely drink. Is there a problem?” She almost wanted to kick herself for asking the question. Then again, maybe it would throw Pamela off and keep her sister from talking about what she’d heard.

  “So, do you want to tell me who you’re fantasizing about?”

  There was no way in hell Mona was going to tell her sister about her fantasies. “Not happening, little sis.”

  “Is it someone I know of? Someone famous?” She hesitated, her mouth twisting to the side. “Or is it someone from around here?”

  “Like who? I don’t know anyone.” Shit. Keep quiet.

  Pamela shrugged, but it was only an attempt to act nonchalant. Her sister wouldn’t make a good actress. “Oh, I don’t know. Like, maybe, the guys from the street.”

  Yes and no. The dark-haired man, but not the other two.

  She sucked in a quick breath, then quickly smiled to cover it. Was he the man in her fantasy? Had it always been him or had she adapted her fantasy to include him?

  She took a gulp of her drink, needing the liquid courage it gave her. She did her best to remember the faces of her fantasy men, especially the tallest one. But, as usual, the memory had faded as soon as the fantasy had ended.

  You’re not thinking clearly. It can’t be the same man.

  Mona shot her sister look. Knowing Pamela, she’d keep pushing until she got an answer. Usually, Mona would finally give in, but not this time. There was no way she’d let her sister know what she was thinking. The idea was ridiculous, anyway. “I don’t even remember what they look like.”

  “What they look like?” Excitement shown in Pamela’s eyes. “So there’s more than one of them in your fantasy? Are you getting off on multiple men?”

  Mona would stand her ground, no matter what. “Pamela, I’m warning you. Don’t keep pushing me.”

  Her sister smiled, turning her smile into a smirk. “Fine. But you know sooner or later you’re going to tell me. Besides, you’re not the only one who indulges in a little hand action in the afternoon. Even if you won’t tell me who you’re fantasizing about, at least admit what you are doing.”

  Mona lifted the glass to her mouth, took another hefty drink, then decided to get it over with. “Fine. You know what I was doing. Big deal. We’re both adults here. Let’s act like it. Don’t give me a hard time. Got it?”

  Pamela took a drink, too, then grimaced at the burn of the booze as it slipped down her throat. “Got it. I’ll let it go. For now. At least as far as that part goes.” She held up her hands as though Mona was about to slap her. “But I’d like to talk about some other things.”

  “Good.”

  “But you seriously don’t remember who it was? Don’t you at least remember what they look like?”

  So much for her letting it go.

  Mona could remember the way they felt, the way they spoke, the way they made her feel, but she couldn’t remember their faces. Was that strange? Or was that like a lot of dreams where she simply didn’t remember them after she woke up? She’d
been wide-awake. Why couldn’t she remember what they looked like?

  “Are you okay, sis?”

  Mona nodded then hurried to get past talking about her fantasies. “So, other than my personal things, what do you want to talk about? What’s up?” Something about the way her sister looked at her made her nervous. Was something going on? Was her sister involved with those men already? She’d assumed the men had come for a first visit. But was she wrong? Had it been a second or third visit?

  Pamela sat back in her chair, looking a bit too excited about what she was going to say. “Like I said, you’re not the only one getting a little bit of hand action today.” She shrugged. “After all, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. Especially without a man around.”

  Mona decided to keep the discussion moving forward. “Once again, moving on from the topic of sex. What about those two guys who showed up on our doorstep. Have you been sneaking around seeing them? Are you having a thing without telling me? Not that I’d judge you. What you do is up to you, but I need to know for practical matters. I can’t keep you safe if I don’t know what’s going on.”

  Pamela’s mouth dropped open. She tried to cover her surprise, taking another sip then grimaced again. “No, I haven’t been seeing them. Why would you think that? Just because they showed up and gave me a couple of little gifts?”

  “It got me wondering. After all, I didn’t expect you to talk to them, much less sit down with them.” She hated to sound elitist, but she couldn’t think of any other way to say it. “They’re not exactly the type of guys you usually go for, you know. They don’t have any money, fame, or anything. At least, not that I know of.”

  Pamela looked thoughtful, started to take another drink, then put her glass down. “I know, but there’s just something about them. I’m not sure how to explain it, but as soon as they left, I had to go upstairs.” She smiled a sassy smile. “If you know what I mean.”

  Although they had talked about sex before, Mona could never get very comfortable talking to her sister about their intimate lives. Still, she had to know. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

  As usual, Pamela wanted to razz her. She grinned and added, “I’d be happy to supply the details if you like.”