by Zoey Marcel
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Mark felt like he just got bitch-slapped upside the head a couple of times. This was Morrigan Weaver, his beloved English rose. She was alive, and apparently a sympathetic sorcerer had been the one to raise her from the dead and make her a banshee, not knowing he’d plucked her from paradise.
His canines retracted and his eyes went back to normal as he stared at her incredulously. “Oh my god, Morrigan?”
She wept audibly now. “Yes, it’s me. You’re alive.”
He held her close, never wanting to let her go. She was his now, completely and forever. He would never let her leave again. Never let her doubt how much he loved and needed her. “I thought I lost you for good. Your parents said you went away and didn’t want to be found. It pissed the hell out of me when they wouldn’t tell me where you went. God, I missed you so much. Nobody comes close to you for me.”
Jack cleared his throat. “What’s going on?”
They filled him in and he was happy for them, but once he got naked, he demanded attention from Morrigan and she appeared eager to oblige.
Mark soaped off in utter amazement that she came back to him. He had fantasized about it hundreds of times in his head.
When he received her thoughts and memories, he was shown the truth of her feelings for him and his brother. She chose Quinn only because she loved them too much to choose between them. Quinn was the natural selection since she met him first, but deep down she always felt guilty for loving Mark just a little bit more.
His heart rejoiced and he could accept her affection for his brother now that he realized that secretly he was her greatest love.
Jack sat on the seat built into the wall of the shower and pulled her onto his lap facing Mark. “Ride me, darling.”
Their illicit sounds when Jack skewered her pussy on his shaft were pure carnality. Mark rinsed off, licking his lips as he watched the promiscuous show before him. Their lovemaking had been raw and primitive, but it was tender and beautiful as well. Seeing her ride his best friend while he played with her tits was sinful and making him want her all over again.
He never could have shared her with his brother centuries ago, or anyone else, but he’d grown to accept some taboo sexual practices and could handle seeing her get fucked by his best friend. She was alive and she still loved him. It was all that mattered.
He knelt and teased her plump, swollen clit. She mewled with delight and pushed into his digits more while riding Jack.
“Lick her, Mark,” Jack rasped. His control was wearing thin and his husky tone was decidedly sexual.
Mark kissed her sodden thatch of pubic hair and parted her labia, smiling at the sheen of arousal coating her private flesh.
“Oh god, you guys are going to be the death of me,” she wailed.
“You’re already dead, remember? Well, undead.” He lowered his head again and probed her rosy nub with his tongue. She flailed at the gentle stimulation on her sex and Jack held her still.
“Don’t hold back, either one of you,” he grunted.
“I won’t.” Her face distorted with pain when he twisted her nipple, “Ouch, Jack, that hurt!”
“That’s better. You say my name when I’m fucking you. I want you to know whose cock is pounding inside of you.”
Mark licked her clitoris gently at first to drive her crazy and then lashed at it violently with his tongue to send her over the edge.
“Oh, Mark,” she sobbed, her tone soaked with lust. “And Jack.”
Jack kissed her head with a grin. “It’s confusing at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
Mark tried not to lick Jack’s penis while he pleasured Morrigan orally, but it was difficult to avoid with his dick pumping in and out of her like that.
Jack’s feral sounds became even more animalistic. “What you’re doing with your tongue feels amazing.”
Mark’s face burned. That was just what he needed to do, help bi-suspected Jack get his rocks off.
Morrigan lost her breath. “You’re licking him, too. Oh god, that’s so hot. Don’t stop. Lick us both. I want to watch.”
How the hell could a man resist making his woman hot, even if it did mean touching another man? Mark shoved the obstacles aside temporarily and laved their genitals with his tongue and lips. Their grateful noises of exhilaration were totally worth it.
They came hard and he watched them writhing against each other with the greatest mingling of fleshly hunger and true peace he had ever known. He hadn’t recognized the latter emotion at first because it had been so long since he felt it and never during sex, except for once, when he lost his innocence to a woman in a stable. Now the feeling was back because of that same woman and his best friend who, crazy as he was, had the good sense to talk him into opening up to her about his feelings and desires.
The peace wasn’t in the rush of sex. That was earth-shattering ecstasy he reveled in. It came in the afterglow of climax with the woman he loved and seeing the glow of radiance on her face and the love light shining in her eyes that he found what he was looking for, peace.
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Morrigan was thrilled that they were still alive and had come back to her. She wanted to tell Quinn, but Mark advised her not to. He reminded her that his brother was in a long-term relationship with Damon, but she didn’t think he still had feelings for her and couldn’t see the harm in it. Regardless, she took heed of what Mark said and kept silent on the matter.
The men showed her the town of Temptation. For a small town, there certainly was a lot to do there. Despite the movie theater, shopping mall, and other venues of interest, the place still had a down-home feel to it, even if it was risqué.
There was a police station where Mark worked, a fire station, and a medical clinic. The absence of a hospital wasn’t an alarm since there was one in Jackson Hole, only a few minutes away.
There were several restaurants and stores, two grand-looking banks, and a couple of gas stations.
While Temptation bore the usual accommodations of any normal town, there was an excess of sexual paraphernalia, including adult shops, lingerie boutiques, and erotic book and movie stores. Then there was the sex club, known as The Gothic Angel, which was only open at night and into the wee hours of the morning.
According to Jack, there was a courtyard out back that was attached to the club but was open in the daytime to the frisky and nudists. Morrigan’s curiosity was killing her, but she didn’t dare ask about the courtyard, apprehensive that they would insist upon showing rather than telling her.
She was intrigued when she thought she saw an angel from the corner of her eye, but when she looked up, it was gone. She thought nothing of it and simply enjoyed the tour of the town, lunch with the four studs, and shopping.
Damon and Quinn went to go check on movie times while Morrigan walked down the street hand in hand with Jack and Mark. She loved being in the middle of them, feeling protected and wanted.
“What kind of lingerie do you like to wear?” Jack asked bluntly.
Her stomach fluttered with nervous excitement. “I’m not sure. I don’t really have any.”
“Let’s go take a look.” Mark pulled her toward one of the boutiques. “Pick out whatever you want, we’ll buy it for you.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. You guys are already spoiling me.”
“It wasn’t an offer,” Jack said. “I want you to buy a ton of it. We’ll stop by the adult shop next and buy you some sex toys.”
She blushed as they entered the store and the woman behind the counter heard him say that. She greeted them and offered them her assistance should they require it.
“I don’t think I’m quite ready for those yet,” Morrigan whispered.
“We can start you off small with a vibrator and see how you like it,” Mark suggested. “Then we’ll go from there.”
The selection was impressive and very high quality. She gasped when she saw the price tag on one of the items. “Mark, it’s way too much.”
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br /> “This is the more expensive place compared to the other lingerie stores in town, but it’s okay. Get what you want.” He rubbed her back gently, relaxing her as he slowly awakened the desire from within her.
“What about a bra and panties?”
“That’s a start, but Jack won’t rest until you have a whole closet of the stuff. I’d like to see you pampered, too, my sweet, little mate.” He kissed the top of her head.
She was moved by the affection and then startled when it finally hit her that this morning she’d been mated and claimed by a werewolf. “Am I going to become a werewolf?”
“Normally if someone gets bitten by one, yes, but since you have more than one mate, you won’t officially become one until Jack claims you, too.”
“Why didn’t he this morning?”
He hesitated. “Jack’s a little bit different than the rest of us.”
“How?”
“Well, I don’t want to overwhelm you or scare you away. Besides, it’s not my place to tell you. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.”
Jack was speaking to the saleswoman. “Where do you keep your crotchless panties?”
“Right over here, sir.”
Morrigan’s face burned. “Is he always this loud?”
Mark grinned and nodded. “I still haven’t figured out if the public humiliation thing is part of his sadistic nature, or if he genuinely doesn’t realize he’s doing it. You get used to it after a while. This is the perfect town for him.”
“I like this lacy, pink set.”
“Mm, that is nice. You’ll look hot in that.”
Jack approached with three panties and matching bras. “Here’s some skank-wear for you, doll. What do you think?”
There was a pair of red, crotchless panties, a black G-string thong, and a hot-pink lace thong, each with a bra in the same color. Morrigan chewed her lower lip, feeling giddy and embarrassed. “They’re beautiful. Pink is my favorite color.”
Jack smiled. “I thought so. Do you want those too?”
“Please. Thank you so much.”
“Mark, pick out something you want to see her in.”
Mark pulled out a white, flowing baby-doll with tiny sequins that looked like something a fairy bride would wear. “This is kind of pretty.”
“Oh, I like that. Do you mind if I try this stuff on?”
“Take your time.”
After purchasing the lingerie, they headed down the sidewalk again. It was made of wooden planks like in the bygone days of the Wild West and there were wooden carvings of bears, moose, and wolves all over town.
She noticed a magic shop next door to one of the adult shops. “That’s neat. Are there a lot of Wiccans here?”
“There’s a few. This place has a lot of paranormal creatures and supernatural occurrences,” Jack explained. “Some of the people are human, but a lot of them aren’t. You see that black bear walking over there?”
Her eyes widened at the sight of the large bear crossing the street with two children. “Oh my god, they’re going to get eaten!”
He stopped her. “Those are her children. They just haven’t developed into shape shifters yet.”
“Are you sure that mama bear is a were-bear?”
“Yes, I can tell by the scent. I’ve seen her before. That’s Millie. Nice lady. Her husband is a moose shifter.”
Morrigan laughed. “You’re making that up.”
“I’m serious.”
“Oh, wow. What are their kids going to look like once they’re able to shift?”
“They’ll either inherit one parent’s animal genes or the other’s, but in rare cases you get a freakish hybrid,” Mark told her.
“Aw, I think a bear with antlers would be cute.”
Jack handed the bag containing her lingerie to Mark. “You’d better put this in the truck. You know how funny some of the stores get about bags from other places.”
He took the bag and headed toward the truck. “Don’t go in without me. I want to see her face when she sees all the kinky stuff.”
Jack grinned. “You and me both.”
Morrigan blinked when she saw the winged woman again. Was it an angel, or a fairy? She stepped out into the street. “What is she supposed to be?”
“Morrigan, don’t!” Jack yelled.
A hellish shriek sounded as the winged woman transformed into the ugly creature that attacked her in her car back in California. It lunged for her as another harpy just like it swooped down and they caught her by the limbs and started to fly off. There was a great commotion in the streets as people and beasts rushed to defend her.
Jack transformed into a black wolf and leaped at the harpies, knocking one down. The other struggled but maintained flight only to be beaten out of the air by a huge grizzly bear, whose roar and size scared the crap out of Morrigan.
One of the harpies was severely injured but managed to disappear into thin air. The other was mauled to death by the bear before Jack got a chance to interrogate it.
Mark ran toward them. “Are you all right?”
Morrigan’s body quaked with shock. She was dazed from the sudden assault and rush of adrenaline still pumping through her system. “Yeah, I’m okay. What just happened? Were those harpies?”
“Yeah, but I’m not sure what the hell they’re doing here. Nothing out of hell is allowed here. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. Where’s Jack?”
Mark looked around. “He probably just went to get his clothes back on.”
“Huh?”
“We have to strip before we shift otherwise it tears our clothes up. Thanks for stepping in like that, Sam. You saved my woman.”
The bear made a throaty sound and nodded before walking off.
“Is he a were-bear, too?”
“Yeah, that’s Sampson. He’s a good friend of ours.” He threw his arms around her, squeezing the life out of her. “Thank God you’re okay.”
Jack came around the corner of a building dressed and in human form again. He placed his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Are you all right? Did they hurt you?”
“Well, the talons hurt, but I’m okay.”
“Those bastard harpies.” His hands were shaking violently and his eyes were going in and out of their wolf shape.
“What the hell are they doing here?” Mark asked. “Why do they keep coming after her specifically?”
“That’s harpies for you—always preying on random victims and trying to drag them down to hell to be tortured and eventually murdered.”
Morrigan shuddered. “Is that really what they do?”
Jack nodded. His eyes were dark and ominous. “Yes. We need to keep a closer eye on her, Mark. Let’s pick out a vibrator, get Quinn and Damon, and take her home.”
“But they wanted to see a movie. I’ll be fine with the four of you around,” she protested.
“I thought we were going to take her to a nice restaurant tonight,” Mark reminded him.
“Fine, but we’re holding her hands the entire time.”
Morrigan snickered, but stopped when she realized Jack was serious.
Chapter Four:
Bad Behavior
The Dancing Seahorse was an upscale seafood restaurant. The atmosphere was always swanky and the food quite appetizing. The trio had a pleasant conversation, but it was difficult for Mark to concentrate with the love of his life sitting across the round table from him.
Jack was his usual odd, slightly flamboyant self. People who didn’t know him well usually thought he was different. Mark thought he was gay back when he first met him, but once he got to know him and saw how straight he actually was, he realized it was just his personality.
Morrigan grinned when she saw Jack taking fries off his plate in between talking, but Mark was used to it. Jack was their pack’s alpha, so he had the final say in things and everyone was taken care of because of it. It had annoyed Mark in the beginning when he picked his plate like a frigging mouse, but he got used
to it.
His brother, Quinn, had been thoroughly pissed and wasn’t one to take orders. How the hell he ever managed to live in slavery for years was beyond Mark, but somehow the man still had an attitude. He’d resisted Jack’s scavenging his plate, which led to a nasty brawl that Mark and Damon had intervened in.
Jack was wilder than the rest of them. Untamed, dark, and savage in a way that went beyond normal wolf shifters.
Quinn, on the other hand, didn’t know when to shut his stupid mouth. His short temper and rampant tongue had gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. They had called a truce and shook hands, which ended the dispute.
Mark continued to absorb the charming bubble of cuteness who was lighting up the room with her radiant smile. Her long, naturally wavy, brown hair had been curled and fell softly over her shoulders to frame her sweet, angelic face. Her emerald eyes dazzled him and her coral lips looked so smooth and kissable.
“We’ll go to the club after this and fornicate,” Jack decided.
Mark nearly choked on his wine and Morrigan’s eyes bugged out of her head. Well, that was Jack for you—blatant as hell.
She looked dazed and gun-shy at the suggestion. “What?”
“I think what Jack meant was we can go home after this and have a nice, romantic evening.”
Jack shook his head, spearing his halibut like the little bastard was Moby Dick and he was Captain Ahab engaged in a personal epic war no one could understand, nor cared to, but the two involved. “No, I want to show her The Gothic Angel, tie her up, spank her, and have a ménage.”
Mark talked into his glass. “Jack, we talked about this. Remember how people don’t just say what’s on their minds?”
He paused, looking like it hit him before he gave Morrigan a big grin. “Sorry, pumpkin, but you know you’d like it.”
Her cheeks were flushed with color as she married her gaze to her plate. “I probably would. I’m just not ready for that.”
Jack dropped his fork, likely from all the gesturing he was doing with his hands. It fell into Mark’s lap and he flinched in shock when Jack accidentally grabbed his crotch while going for it. He was starting to get hard from looking at Morrigan and the feel of someone’s hand on his package made his needy cock twitch. It freaked the shit out of him that it was Jack’s and his mindless erection couldn’t tell the difference between the female hand he should respond to and the male one he should slap away. Perhaps being so aroused by the short beauty before him had his greedy dick so achy, it couldn’t discriminate between anything that touched it right now. It was just too worked up. A disturbing thought.
