by Jane Jamison
“Get away from me!” Even though she’d already freed herself, Mona shoved against him again. “Leave me alone. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t ever want to see you guys again. Ever!”
Barrett wanted to give chase, but when he started to run after her, Troy grabbed his arm, holding him back.
“No, man. She’s not ready to hear it. She’s not ready to accept us, and she’s damn sure not ready to accept that she’s becoming a werewolf. For now, we have to leave her alone.”
“Troy’s right.” Justin let out a growl. “We’re going to have to let her come to us.”
“What if she shifts? We can’t let her go through it alone.” He heard the whine in his voice, but didn’t care. He was worried for their mate.
Justin dropped his gaze to the sidewalk. “Then she’ll shift. But until she’s ready to have us by her side, we have to let it be.”
“This fucking sucks,” added Troy.
Barrett closed his eyes, pushing his inner beast back down. His wolf wanted nothing more than to race after her and claim her. But the man he was knew they were right. They’d have to let her come to grips with what she was becoming in her own time and in her own way. They’d have to hope she wouldn’t change before then. It tore him up to realize it, but they’d have to wait for her to make the next move. Still, he couldn’t help but argue.
He swallowed the pain, the hurt. “And if she leaves before that?”
Justin was the one who answered. “She won’t.”
Barrett confronted his cousin. “How can you be so sure? She could be hightailing it out of town right now.”
Troy put a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him. “She won’t. The wolf inside her won’t let her.”
Barrett stared after her, watching her disappear around the corner. She’d have to come to them sooner than later, or he really would go crazy. “Okay, we’ll play it your way. For now. But if you’re wrong, if she runs, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”
Troy was dead serious when he answered. “If I’m wrong, I’ll let you.”
* * * *
Mona barely made it around the corner of the building before the pain hit her in the middle of her stomach. She cried out and went to her knees.
No, please. Not now.
But the pain was persistent, like an actual physical entity digging into her gut, twisting her insides. Another pain struck her, this time going far beyond her stomach into her chest and all the way to her extremities. She fell to the ground, landing hard on her side.
“Oh God.”
The pain had never been this terrible before. This time was ten times worse than the previous times. She cried out again then gritted her teeth to muffle the sound.
The world changed around her, colors fading, amber filling her view. She felt her teeth sharpening, her hands on fire as fingernails grew reshaping into the claws. The tingling sensation rolled over her body, and when she looked at her arm, she saw fur.
It can’t be true. It just can’t be true.
The sound of her clothes ripping echoed in her ears as the pain rushed throughout her body. She felt herself growing bigger, stronger. Saliva dripped from her mouth, sliding over an elongated jaw. Her body felt as though it was about to explode. Fire raged inside her, scorching through her limbs, traveling outward, feeding on every inch of her. She tried to get up, but failed. She couldn’t straighten up.
What’s happening to me?
Yet she knew. Had, in fact, known for a long time. She’d done her research, but she’d pushed away the reality until now.
How did the men know?
The question was blown away by the splitting fire as it raged through her. Her abdomen felt as though it was being torn apart as her body continued to change. The sounds of cracking bones filled her ears. Limbs twisted and changed, forming into impossible positions.
The agony was too much. At last, she had to give in. Going to her side, she stared at the brick wall of the building in front of her and concentrated on dragging in one breath after another.
It’s happening. Oh God, it’s happening.
A minute later, she was on her feet. But she wasn’t standing on two feet. She wasn’t standing on human feet. Now she was on four legs, four paws. The wolf she’d become shook itself and let out a low growl.
The sound of human voices pricked her ears forward and turned her back to the street. Instinct took over. Preservation took over. She couldn’t let the humans see her.
Crouching low, she backed up to the end of the building. As the voices grew louder, she whirled and ran.
* * * *
Mona stood outside the Moonstone Bar and stared at the building. She could hear raucous sounds coming from within. Music playing, laughter echoing.
Nothing could have prepared her for what had happened earlier that afternoon. When the men had told her they knew what she was becoming, she’d been stunned. Had, in fact, rallied one last-ditch effort to deny what she already knew. Yet now, it seemed so simple.
She smiled, wondering how she could’ve been so foolish. Soon after the werewolf had attacked her, she’d felt her own wolf growing within her. Yet she’d been too afraid to admit it. But who could blame her? No human could ever know what it was like to be a wolf. Now she did. Now she knew more. Now she could sense her mates inside the bar.
She strode toward the bar and shoved the doors open. Faces turned toward her, but no one said anything. Did they, too, sense that she’d changed? Her men had sensed it, so why shouldn’t others? Or were they the only ones who could sense it because they were her mates?
She strode into the middle of the crowd, stopped, and lifted her nose to the air. She sniffed, bringing in the myriad of aromas. Excitement flooded her. Would the wonder of her new heightened senses wear off? She hoped not. Some of the smells were familiar, and some were not. But it didn’t take long to find those she was seeking. She smiled again and pushed through the crowd.
There they are.
Her inner wolf howled with pleasure. When their gazes met hers, she pointed at them. “Come with me,” she mouthed. Then she started for the hallway that led out to the area behind the bar. Straightening her shoulders, she marched toward the back door, her skin prickling at their presence. She could hear them following her, could hear every little step they made. They’d followed her before, and they were following her again. Her smile broadened.
She burst into the night air, walked several yards before she turned to confront them. They, too, were smiling. It didn’t take a genius to know that they knew she’d fully shifted.
“You were right. I’ve changed.”
They stood in a line, the three of them looking better than any man had a right to.
Troy grinned. “We were right about that, and we’re right about the other.”
Justin dared her with a gleam in his eye. “And don’t you try and deny what we’re talking about.”
She shook her head. “I won’t. But you have to prove that you’re my men. That you’re my mates.”
“Not a problem,” bragged Barrett.
Justin tilted his head. “I thought we already had, but we’ll be happy to do so again.”
It seemed she couldn’t smile enough tonight. She kept her attention on them as she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Their hungry gazes latched onto her breasts. Undoing her jeans, she shoved them to the ground as she kicked off her shoes. “Hopefully, no one will steal our clothes while we’re gone.”
“They won’t. It’s not the first time clothes have been left out here,” said Justin.
“And it won’t be the last,” added Troy.
She was naked and feeling freer than she ever had. Tossing her hair away from her shoulders, she began the shift.
Would it always hurt? Or would she get used to the pain the more she changed? No matter how painful, the end result was worth it.
The men began shedding their clothes. Their voices changed, their growls over
riding their human sounds.
She thrilled at the prospect of running under the moon with her mates. Since that afternoon when she’d finally given into her inner wolf, she’d change two more times, practicing for when she’d see her mates.
Falling to all fours as the shift came to its conclusion, she lifted her head and let out a howl. Her mates answered in kind, raising their noses to the moon above. Spinning around, she ran toward the forest.
* * * *
Justin’s paws struck the earth as he chased after their mate. His cousins were beside him. Joy filled him, both as a man and as a wolf. Mona had finally accepted that she was a wolf. More importantly, she’d finally accepted them as her mates.
They could’ve caught her easily at any time, but they enjoyed racing after her. She was glorious as a wolf, her brown coat shimmering with golden highlights. Her light blue eyes had transformed into amber nuggets. She was as beautiful as a wolf as she was as a woman.
His need for her grew steadily with each passing moment. As much as he enjoyed running with his mate, he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. No doubt Troy and Barrett felt the same way. Picking up his pace, he closed the distance between them.
As a man, he wouldn’t have struck her, but it was the way of wolves to take their mate forcefully. He hit her, jumping on her from behind, knocking her to the ground. As he’d hoped she would, she took it the way it was intended. She rolled out from under him and came to her feet. Pulling back her lips, she growled, daring him to take her. He glanced at the other men, silently asking which way they wanted to take her. Troy shook his head ever so gently.
Justin understood the unspoken response. They’d take her first as men. Perhaps later, once they were sure she’d want it, they’d take her as wolves.
Turning toward her again, he began the shift back to his human form. At first, it was obvious she didn’t understand. She tilted her head to the side, questioning him. Yet when the other two men began their shifts, she understood.
Pride swelled in his chest as she began her transformation. She hadn’t shifted many times before. That much he knew. But now she shifted easily, the change coming over her swiftly. He knew it still hurt, but she gave no sign of her pain. Before long, their beautiful human woman stood before them.
Justin moved slowly toward her, enjoying the anticipation of what would come. Her eyes were filled with flecks of amber, her body still glistening with perspiration. His fingers ached to trace over her body, over the curves and into the valleys. He could hear his cousins as they moved toward her, as eager as he was to touch her, to caress her, to take her. They would take their mate as so many werewolves had done before them.
She didn’t go to her knees in submission, as some females would have done. Instead, she stood tall and proud, ready to meet her mates. “Come and get me, boys.”
And they did.
Justin scooped her up and into his arms. For a moment, he stared into her eyes, ready to give her anything she wanted. Ready to demand everything he needed. With a growl, he took her to the ground, putting her flat on her back.
She whimpered, but it wasn’t a whimper of fear but a whimper of yearning. “Take me,” she said.
His wolf growled and rose up, threatening to take over. But now was the time for a man, for her men to take her as a woman.
He and his cousins shared her and shared her alike. This time was his time to let them lead the way. He leaned his body over her and presented her with his cock. She opened her mouth and drew him in. The world spun around him for a moment, ecstasy filling his body, thrilling him until he was sure he’d break apart.
He gazed down into her eyes and sent her an unspoken message of love, swearing a silent vow of protection and loyalty. He’d forever give her his body, his heart, and his life.
* * * *
Her men fell on her. The three of them were like hungry animals, but blood and meat were not what they craved. They wanted her body, but they wanted more, too. Sure, they adored her curves and had told her so, but it was her personality, her mind, her thoughts, her very being that they treasured the most.
Troy fell next to her and pushed her onto her side. “It’s about time, sugar. A run is nice, but it’s not what a man needs the most.”
She reached behind her, her hand clasping the back of his neck to bring his mouth to hers. A momentary kiss, then she turned him loose. “Your wolf needs what a wolf needs. And a wolf needs a run to get the juices going. The man can wait. The wolf often can’t.”
He laughed and ran his hand over her hip then over the shape of her butt to press his fingers between her cheeks. “When you’re right, you’re right. But when I need, I need. Let’s get you ready for me.”
Anal sex with a werewolf was different than with a man. She instinctively knew it would be. The pain wouldn’t be there like it was with a man. At least not as painful. It would be a quick flash of a stab, a fleeting moment of discomfort, and then it would be gone. In its place would come a rush of emotion, as his cock would stretch her walls to their limit. Now, with these men, with her mates, she enjoyed it.
Justin growled, demanding she pay attention to his cock. She smiled at him then wrapped her hand around his length. He moaned, letting her know her touch was wonderful, too. She stroked him, caressing his loose skin as she cupped his balls.
Barrett shoved her legs apart, putting one of them over his shoulder. With his eyes flashing bits of amber, he lay between hers and put his face at her pussy. Pulling her folds apart, he dove into her pussy, his tongue lashing at her. He stroked her with his tongue, again and again, going first fast, then slowly, then fast again. He slid his tongue over her clit, pressing against it, then moved on to slick around her pussy. She trembled, her need rising. These men could control every part of her body, but even better, they controlled her mind, her very soul.
Justin got onto his side, his crotch level with her face. She took his cock into her mouth, sucking on it hard, trying to match Barrett’s flashing of his tongue. As though he knew what she was doing, Troy quickened the pace of his fingers inside her dark hole.
She was consumed by her men. Although there were times when she knew she would have sex with them one on one, she loved having all of her men, all at once. Every part of her was touched, as they treasured her with their hands, their tongues, their teeth. They could be rough at times, but rough was good. At other times, they could be the gentlest of men. Their voices, too, could be harsh and then, suddenly, be the softest of whispers.
She arched her back as Justin cupped his palm over her breast. His fingers toyed with her nipple, pinching at it, twisting it to give her little stabs of pain. His hips rocked back and forth as his cock slid into her mouth and back.
Barrett added fingers to her pussy as his mouth clamped onto her throbbing clit. His tongue did its work as it lashed her clit, pressed against it, then lashed again. Two fingers became three then four. His gaze caught hers as she turned Justin’s cock free to glance down at him. She could feel more than see the smile on his lips.
“Are you going to just look at me, Barrett, or can you do something?” As though what he was doing was nothing.
The challenge flashed in his eyes as he slowly lifted up from between her legs. Pushing her knees toward her stomach, he positioned his cock at her pussy then stopped. “Is this what you’re looking for, darlin’?”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer with her voice. Instead, she pleaded silently with her look, asking him to give her what she needed so badly. But he wasn’t the only one she needed. She looked to all of her men. First, Barrett, then Troy, then Justin. “I need you. All of you. Inside me now.”
As though she’d rung the bell to the start of a fight, they answered her challenge. Justin turned her face toward him again, his hand firmly on her jaw and waited as she opened her mouth. As soon as she did, he slid his cock back inside her and began rocking his hips back and forth. This time he was more forceful, more demanding.
Troy s
pread her ass cheeks apart even farther, put his cock to her dark hole, then pushed inside. As she’d known, the flash of pain was there and then gone. She let out a small cry but knew he wouldn’t take it out. He knew she wouldn’t want him to.
Barrett lifted her legs even higher. Then, with a small grin on his face, he shoved his cock inside her pussy. It stretched her walls, demanding entrance, demanding submission. She cried out again, this time in surprise. Joy spread through her as her climax roared to life, moving outward from her core.
They took from every part of her. She had no control left, no power except for that of being a woman. More, she was their woman. And as their woman, she knew they’d do anything for her, even stop if that was her wish.
The four of them moved together as one as the night stars twinkled overhead. Small sounds of the forest animals echoed around them, telling them they were being watched. She held on, stroking, kissing, sucking on Justin’s cock. Her body was filled from the other men, too, as they shoved their cocks inside her, their hips moving in rhythm to each other.
Nothing was greater on this earth. Nothing was more beautiful on this earth. Together, they would live their lives out in true harmony and prove that love came in all kinds of forms.
Her climax hit her just as Justin’s did. Wishing she could hold on, she had to let him go as her cry ripped from her. Justin fell back, his groan filling the air. He covered his cock, but there was no covering his cum from spilling through his fingers. For a moment, disappointment flared as she saw the white milk oozing through his fingers. She wanted to taste him, to drink him in, but tonight she would have to let that go.
Her body trembled as Barrett stiffened then rammed into her one last time, spilling his seed inside her. They would talk about children, and she wondered if tonight was the night they would make one. He groaned then lifted his face toward the sky and let out a man-howl. When he slumped over her body, she stroked him once then twice before Troy pushed him away.
