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

by Jane Jamison

  “You saved the best for last.”

  How could she answer him when the throes of her orgasm were still upon her? As it was, she didn’t need to. She saw the flash of his need hit his eyes, bursting amber into them, as he dug his fingers into her flesh and rammed his cock into her asshole. His thrust was enough to send her flying over the edge yet again. As he cried out his orgasm, she released hers.

  Instead of falling away, Troy bent next to her, putting his chest against her back. She was breathing hard, riding out the wave of her orgasm as the other two men grew closer.

  As she pulled her men around her, her hands sliding over their arms, their chests, and their backs, she looked to the sky and sent out a silent thank you.

  “You know what you need to do, don’t you, darlin’?” Barrett shifted to a sitting position and gave her a look that meant there was no turning back.

  She couldn’t put it off any longer. Her sister had to know. “I’ll tell her soon,” she said. But how could tell her sister? In fact, she’d been avoiding Pamela since she’d first shifted, fearing that her sister would sense the change in her.

  “Barrett’s right, it’s time.” Troy got to his feet then held out his hand for her.

  Justin then Barrett stood up, too, their eyes growing darker, more serious.

  “There’s no time like the present,” said Justin. “Let’s get back to the bar, find her, and let her know everything. There’s no reason to keep putting it off. Come on, hon, you know you can’t wait. We want you to move in with us tonight. Your sister needs to know.”

  She stood up, trying not to look at them. Still, she nodded. She had to face it. Taking one look at each of her men, she closed her eyes and began the shift, ready to run back to the bar.

  Chapter Ten

  The journey back to the Moonstone Bar took a lot longer than the journey away from it had. Mona knew she wasn’t running as fast as she had before. She needed the time to think about what she’d say to Pamela. After careful consideration, there was really only one choice. She had to come straight out and tell her. No doubt, her sister wouldn’t believe her, so they’d have to show her exactly what they were. They’d have to shift for her.

  Would her sister accept her for what she was now? Would she accept her mates? Or would she run from them? Would Pamela return home to the world beyond Forever and tell others? If that might be the case, Mona would have no alternative but to stop her sister. She’d have to make Pamela understand the importance of not telling anyone about the werewolves. Without being told, she understood that keeping the secret of Forever was the most important thing. She wouldn’t let her new mates and her new home down.

  Mona broke through the tree line and into the back area of the bar. Hurriedly, she dressed, along with her men. Just as she was about to walk into the bar, the door slammed open. Her sister burst from the bar and dashed outside. Terror filled her face, and for a moment, Mona wasn’t sure her sister saw her.

  “Pamela, what’s wrong?” she shouted.

  Pamela didn’t stop. Instead, she yelled back and kept running. “Run, Mona! Run!”

  Mona was about to ask why when she saw the reason. A huge monstrous black wolf tore from the bar in hot pursuit of her sister. Fear leapt into Mona’s heart as she saw the white circle around the eye.

  No. It can’t be.

  Yet she knew it was. The wolf that had attacked her, the wolf that had given her all her scars, was in Forever. The wolf that had changed her life was after her sister yet again.

  Her men growled as they began tearing their clothes away from their bodies. They shifted, fast and hard, ready to protect her sister. Could she do any less? She didn’t bother tearing the clothes from her body. Instead, she let the shift take over, ripping her clothes to shreds.

  She’d just landed on the ground on all fours when two other wolves burst from the inside the bar. The two wolves were as large as the black one. Their dark brown coats shone under the moonlight. She and her mates watched as the two wolves chased after the black demon.

  Mona let out a growl then a moan as the black wolf jumped, ready to land on top of her sister. In mid-air, the two wolves caught it, one taking hold of its head, the other clapping his jaws down on its hind leg. They pulled the beast from the sky, the three of them hitting the ground hard. They were vicious, unforgiving, unrelenting. The black wolf struggled, trying to break free, but it was no match for the two wolves. Blood flew into the air and splattered on their brown coats. The black wolf managed to get onto its feet once then faltered and fell to the ground again. Its tongue lolled from its mouth. Blood soaked its dark fur and turned the white spot into a dark one.

  Still growling, still showing their fangs dripping with blood, the two wolves backed away from the lifeless form of the black wolf. They turned toward Mona and her mates then looked at Pamela. Her sister stood at the edge of the tree line. Her face, still filled with fear, held a look of wonder as the two wolves began to change.

  She had to be there for her sister. She had to make sure her sister knew she didn’t have to fear the other wolves. Most importantly, she had to make sure her sister knew she didn’t have to fear her. She shifted, ignoring the pain.

  “It’s okay, Pamela. It’s okay. I can explain.” She moved toward her sister, slowly.

  Pamela’s gaze was locked on the dead wolf as it, too, began to change. Soon, there were three men, Pamela’s men, Will and Dillon and…

  “Morris Tucker,” she whispered.

  Everything made sense now. Morris was the wolf who had tried to attack Pamela. Had he wanted to kill her? Had he wanted to change her? But why attack her at the photo shoot? Yet Morris had been a spotlight junkie, always by her sister’s side in the public eye whenever possible. Had he attacked Pamela at the photo shoot to once more gain the spotlight? To be forever linked to her beautiful, famous sister? Had he tried to attack her to change her and make her his?

  “Who is this guy?” asked Dillon.

  “We know him. We can talk later.” Gratefulness filled Mona as she shot them a weak smile. When they started to move toward Pamela, however, she stopped them.

  “Let me take care of this. Let me explain it to her.”

  Pamela remained, fixed to the spot. Mona put out her hand and waited for her sister to take it. “It’s okay. I promise it’s okay,” she repeated.

  “I’m not seeing what I’m saying. There’s no way this is possible.” Pamela gaped at her men then at the man who had been her friend and the black wolf. Slowly, her focus slid to Mona’s men as they began to transform back into their human forms. “You’re…” Pamela shook her head and tried again. “You’re werewolves.”

  Mona was almost relieved that she hadn’t had to say the word. But the real task was yet to come. Some way, somehow, she’d have to get her sister it to accept not only her but all of them.

  She spoke softly. “That’s right, little sis. We’re all werewolves. Your men and my men are werewolves. Morris was a werewolf.” She dragged in a steadying breath. “And I’m a werewolf.”

  Pamela shook her head, trying to deny Mona’s words. “But you? You can’t be. You’re my sister.” She placed a hand over her mouth and smothered back a cry. “And it’s Morris. And now he’s…if you’re one of them, why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you warn me about him?”

  Terrible wounds covered Morris’ body, and blood was everywhere. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

  Pamela stared at her as though seeing her for the first time. “I never believed in such things. Never thought they could be real.” Her gaze jumped to the men and back. She gave a short, hard laugh. “I guess I have to believe now. But how, Mona? How can you be one?”

  People began to fill the exit to the bar, but none came outside. Instead, they watched from afar, sensing that Mona and the others were involved in something too personal for them to interfere. As her men began to dress again, they motioned for the others to go back inside the bar. Will and Dillon dressed as well as they c
ould with shredded clothes.

  Mona took hold of her sister’s hand. At first, Pamela tried to jerk her hand away, but Mona wouldn’t let her. “Morris changed me when he bit me. I didn’t realize I’d been changed until we came to Forever. Do you understand any of this?”

  Pamela nodded, barely perceptible. “I guess so.”

  Did she understand? Pamela’s face was pale, her eyes glazed.

  “When he attacked me, when he bit me, he changed me. I don’t know why it took so long for me to change. Perhaps I’ll never know.” She looked to her men for an explanation, but they had none. “Maybe we’ll never know.” Squeezing her sister’s hand, she added, “The only thing that really matters now is that you accept us for what we are. For what I am.”

  Will and Dillon came forward, their faces intent, worry reflected in their eyes. Will cleared his throat. “Can you, baby? Can use accept us for what we are? We’re still the same men you knew before. Just like Mona’s men are the same men she knew. We’re men first and wolves second. We love you now just like we did before.” He glanced at Dillon, eyebrows raised, but his brother didn’t speak. “Can you say the same thing? Do you still love us?”

  Perhaps Mona had been too preoccupied with her own life, her own men to notice what had been going on between Pamela and these men. But it was obvious that they’d grown closer. Did they share the connection?

  “Sis, don’t let your career dictate your love. Your career can’t keep you warm at night. Soon enough, your career will be over, and then what will you have? Please, sis, don’t miss out on love because it comes in a package different than what you thought you wanted. These men love you. These men were ready to die for you.”

  Pamela frowned, a question on her face. “Do you really think me that shallow? I didn’t know anything about them being werewolves, but I did know one thing. I knew they loved me.” Her gaze slipped to Will and Dillon. “And I was pretty damn sure I loved them. I just didn’t know how to tell them.”

  “So, you do love us?” asked an encouraged Dillon.

  Pamela hugged herself as though she were cold. “Yes. But there is one thing I need to ask you guys.”

  A confused Will shrugged. “Sure. You can ask us anything.”

  Oh, shit. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.

  “You don’t happen to be rich or anything?”

  “Pamela. You just said…” But that was her sister. One minute she was declaring that she wasn’t shallow, and in the next, she was asking if the men were rich. There was no changing Pamela. Yet, the reality was that she wouldn’t change her sister. She adored Pamela with all her beneath-the-skin flaws.

  Pamela pretended surprise as though she’d done nothing wrong. “It doesn’t hurt to ask, does it?”

  “Would it matter if we aren’t?” asked Dillon.

  At least he didn’t appear to be offended. Mona could hope that at least.

  Pamela pouted her lips, probably without even realizing what she was doing. “Not really. With every man before you, yes, it would have. But with you guys? I don’t give a damn if you’re as poor as a beggar.”

  “Then it’s a good thing we’re rich as hell,” offered Will.

  Mona’s men must’ve known because they were the only ones who weren’t staring. Her sister and she sure were.

  Pamela’s face brightened. “For real? You’re saying you’re rich? But…”

  Dillon glanced down at his shredded clothes. “What can I say? We don’t like to flaunt our money. But, yeah, we’re filthy rich.”

  It figures, thought Mona. In the end, her sister had gotten everything she’d wanted. But then, hadn’t she?

  Will and Dillon came together on each side of her sister and wrapped their arms around her, enclosing her in a combined hug. Dillon grinned and touched her hair. “Let’s get you back to the house and talk about things, okay?”

  Her sister leaned into him, keeping her hand on Will. “I think that’s a good idea.”

  Mona smiled at her sister, sending her encouraging thoughts. “We can talk later, too. After you three have figured out what you want to do.”

  Her sister leaned against first Dillon then Will, allowing them to touch her, to take her hands. Mona was encouraged. They had the connection, that was for sure. Otherwise, her sister wouldn’t have thought of leaving with them. She turned toward her men who had remained curiously silent. “What do you think?”

  Barrett watched Pamela and her men enter the bar then close the door behind them. “I think it means we’re going to have the Collinsburg brothers as our mates-in-law.”

  Only now did relief flood Mona. Her sister was safe. More, her sister had found love. Just like she had. “You think so?”

  “Looks like it to me,” said Troy. “Now it’s your turn. Do you accept us as your mates? Are you ready to come home and live with us forever?”

  “Because you know we’re not taking no for an answer,” said Justin.

  “Is that right?” She grinned at the three men she’d fallen in love with. How had it happened so fast? And yet, from what she’d heard, that was the way of the connection. The connection had brought them together, and the connection would keep them together.

  Forever in forever. Such a nice thought.

  “So, what do you say, darlin’?” Barrett moved closer, drawing her next to him.

  She closed her eyes, reveling in the wonderful sensation of having the man she loved hold her tight. Opening her eyes, she reached for the other two. “What do we do about…him?” If only she didn’t have to think about the werewolf who had attacked her. But she couldn’t start her new life without ending her old one first.

  Troy glanced at the man, let out a low growl, then answered. “Let’s get going. We’ll give Jackson Carr a call and let him handle it. Hell, someone inside has probably already called him. But I’m not wasting another minute on the scumbag. He’s caused enough trouble in your life.”

  She pulled him to her. “He did. He caused me a lot of grief. And yet, I wouldn’t be here now if he hadn’t tried to attack Pamela.”

  “Damn. Talk about finding a silver lining.” Justin pulled her arm away from the other men and tugged her toward the bar. “Come with me, my mate. I’m taking you home.”

  “We’re taking our mate home.” Troy hurried to her side with Barrett not far behind.

  THE END

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