Wolves Gone Wild [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Still, he had to try and maintain control. After what Gabe and Merle had attempted, they had to take it slow. “Want to see Lance catch a fish?”

  Lance blinked, thrown by Duncan’s question. “What?”

  Duncan forced himself to step away. He took her hand as he did, pulling her with him toward the water’s edge.

  “But we didn’t bring any fishing poles. I may be a city girl, but I know you need a pole to fish.”

  The more he moved, the more the instinctual tug pushed at him to claim her. Duncan brought her to the very edge of the water, then backed up and waved his cousin forward. “Show her, man.”

  “Now? This wasn’t what I had planned.”

  “I know,” he whispered. “But this is safer.” The look he gave his cousin was sure to communicate that he’d changed his mind, that he’d finally realized what a mistake they were making.

  “Fine.” Lance came to the edge of the water and tugged off his socks and boots, then rolled up his jeans to wade into the water.

  Christy moved forward. “Don’t tell me you’re going to catch a fish with your bare hands.”

  Duncan was sure Lance would rather catch her, just as he would. “Just stay quiet and watch.”

  Lance pushed up the sleeves of his shirt and bent over the water. They stood as quiet as they could and waited.

  A few minutes later, Lance drove his hands into the water and brought them back up. A fish flip-flopped in his hands.

  “Wow. I can’t believe you did that.”

  Duncan would do almost anything to get her to look at him with such admiration. He vowed he’d find a way to do just that.

  “Do you want to try?”

  She pointed at herself. “Me?”

  Lance shrugged, acting as though it hadn’t taken him months to learn from the werebear that had taught him. “Sure. Come on in. The water’s great.”

  The water was probably cold. Duncan shot his cousin a suspicious glance. Lance knew damn well she wouldn’t learn to catch a fish that fast. In fact, he’d never known any human that could. “Lance, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  Christy had her sneakers off and her jeans rolled up. “No. I want to try. It’ll be fun.”

  “Yeah, Duncan. It’ll be fun.” He grinned wide.

  Duncan had no choice but to watch her wade into the water. He stuck his thumbs into his jeans pockets and wondered just how fast it would all go wrong. Lance had a scheme in mind. That much was for certain.

  Lance got her in front of him then wrapped his arms around her. Duncan bristled, knowing Lance didn’t have to get that close to her to teach her. The werebear sure hadn’t wrapped his arms around his cousin.

  Lance spoke to her, instructing her how far to bend over, how to hold her hands, and what to watch for in the water. Her round buttocks pushed against Lance’s crotch and Duncan had to grit his teeth at the agony that move caused him. Christy, however, was too involved in trying to learn to notice the eat-your-heart-out grins Lance shot at Duncan.

  All at once, Lance told her to “go for it.” Christy thrust her body forward, arms outstretched.

  “I’ve got it. I’ve— Oh!”

  She fell forward, face-first into the water.

  “Shit!” Lance, still on his feet, jerked her upward. Keeping hold of her under her arms, he lifted her up and carried her back to the shore.

  “Damn it, Lance. You knew she couldn’t learn that.” Duncan bit back curses. He couldn’t blame his cousin for trying. He was just mad that he hadn’t thought of something else to entertain her. The fact that it had backfired wasn’t Lance’s fault. Or was it?

  If anything could make her look sexier, it was wet clothes sticking to her hot, curvy body. Water dripped off her soaked clothes and dropped to the ground. She pushed the wet hair away from her face, then shook her head, flinging water off her hair. “I guess I didn’t do that right.”

  She was a good sport as well as a girl with a sense of humor. That was good since she’d need both to spend a lifetime with them.

  Duncan fought back a smile. “Ya think?”

  She laughed, then squeezed the end of her shirt and let the water drip. “But now I’m soaked.”

  “Yeah, you are. I think you’d better get out of those wet clothes.”

  “Oh, do you? Really?” She’d tried to act all haughty, but the tips of her mouth tilting upward spoiled that ruse.

  “Yeah. We wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.” What else could he do but play along?

  “He’s right.” Lance stood in front of her. “We wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. At least, nothing you don’t want to happen.”

  The meaning behind his words was all too evident. Duncan drew near her, coming to her side.

  The three of them stood, silent, letting their eyes, their body language, their connection say all that was needed.

  When Lance brushed her wet hair aside and pressed his lips to the curve of her neck, Duncan knew his chances to resist her were gone. He pushed the hair on the other side of her neck away and put his mouth to her soft skin. She moaned, and keeping one hand on Lance’s shoulder, clutched Duncan’s shirt.

  His hands couldn’t stop moving. They roamed down her arm, caressing the side swell of her breast, then on to find the luscious curve of her buttocks. He flicked his tongue over her skin, drinking in the water that beaded there, then nibbled, letting her know what he had planned for her hot spot between her legs.

  Lance eased to her other side, giving him more room, and together, they each cupped a breast. Part of him, the part that was surprised that she wasn’t resisting, rejoiced. He lingered there, his thumb rubbing against the wet material outlining her hard nipple.

  In what was nothing short of a feat of Herculean power to turn her loose, Lance stepped back, tossed his hat to the ground, and unbuttoned his shirt while Duncan continued to explore her. He could feel the race of her heartbeat under his palm and could smell the rush of pheromones her body released. Hot enough already from the warm day, the air around them grew steamy until he felt cocooned in a swirl of lust.

  He felt her body tense, heard her inhale, and followed her gaze to Lance who stood watching them. His cousin’s body trembled, whether from his need for her or his attempt to keep his wolf subdued, Duncan didn’t know. As long as Lance didn’t shift, they’d be all right.

  He’d heard about the connection and had talked to several males about what it felt like, how he could recognize it once it came, but none of that had prepared him for the riotous onslaught of emotions tearing him up from the inside out. Perhaps the amber moon phase made it more intense, perhaps not. But what did it matter?

  They’d found their mate and they were determined to claim her.

  Even if it meant burning their connection out and ruining the rest of their lives.

  He prayed that Fate wouldn’t be that cruel.

  Lance took her arm, and giving Duncan a growl that sounded more animal-like than human, pulled her away from him. If his cousin had reached inside his chest and yanked his heart out, it wouldn’t have hurt any worse.

  He snarled as Lance started undressing her, taking that pleasure away from him. Hurriedly, he shucked his clothes.

  Christy’s shirt was already on the ground at her feet when Duncan finally got all his clothes and boots off. Her gaze skimmed over him, stopping at his crotch.

  Was he big enough for her? Curved enough? If he wasn’t, he’d do whatever he could to make up for it. Yet her soft smile told him that he was good enough.

  If he had any say in it, he’d surpass good enough and make her believe him great.

  One strap of her bra slid down her shoulder at Lance’s fingertips, then the other. Water droplets crawled over her skin. He was suddenly thirsty. She crossed her arms over her chest and he prayed she wasn’t going to tell them to stop.

  Yet if he had to, if she demanded that they back off, he’d try and do as she wanted. They’d never want to take their mate against her wishe
s, but with the amber moon tearing at their very souls, he couldn’t be sure they wouldn’t. If they had to stop, a part of him would die from the effort.

  With an expression that was part sweetness and part seductive, Christy reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He and Lance dropped their hands away from her and reveled in her beauty.

  She was everything he could have ever wanted. Just the right weight with enough meat on her bones for a man to hold on to, and just enough attitude for a man to need to watch his step. She was tenderness and feistiness, a real woman by any man’s standards.

  She unbuttoned her jeans but didn’t push them down. Duncan lifted an eyebrow in question. If she wanted them to rid her of them, then they would and thank her every second that it took them to do it. Instead, she turned around and eased them over her butt.

  Cruel, hard flashes of desire had him wondering if he could stay on his feet much longer. The black lacy thong she wore disappeared into the crack between her butt cheeks. His blood pounded inside him, his wolf roaring to life, then pacing back and forth, urging him to take her. When Lance moved to do just that, he grabbed his arm and shook his head. The slight movement was almost more than he could manage.

  But he was right. She wanted to be the one to take the thong off.

  Tossing her hair back so she could glance over her shoulder at them, she let her jeans slide to the ground. Bending over and keeping her knees straight, she hooked her thumbs in the thong and shimmied them over her thighs to fall on top of her jeans.

  “We need to hang them up.”

  Was she speaking? Was it English?

  He jerked his mind back into gear. “What?”

  “I said we need to hang my wet clothes up.”

  Her voice sounded different, thicker.

  Lance bent before her, putting his face so close to the V between her legs. All he had to do was lean forward a few inches.

  He’d been wrong earlier. His cousin had shown more self-restraint than he could have.

  Instead, Lance scooped up her clothes then hung them on a nearby branch. “Anything else?”

  Her eyes glittered, a signal that she was ready. “Yeah. Come to me.”

  Chapter Seven

  Nothing was making sense.

  Everything was making sense.

  Christy barely knew Lance and Duncan, and yet, she’d swear she’d known them all her life. She felt more in sync with them, more connected to them than with anyone she’d ever known.

  She didn’t care if it didn’t make sense one minute, because in the next, it did.

  She inhaled a sharp breath when Duncan suddenly grabbed her and took her off her feet. He carried her over to a large tree, then put her down on her bottom. He towered over her as did Lance.

  They were magnificent men, the stuff of wet dreams and lustful talks over wine. She’d often told her friends that the men of today weren’t as manly as they should be. They didn’t possess a masculinity that men of the past had. They were too timid, too tame. Not strong enough with the wildness she hungered for to ever fall in love with them.

  Now that she’d met Lance, Duncan, and Grant, she knew just how wrong she’d been. These men were all that and more.

  When Duncan leaned over, she reached out, her fingertips touching the crease between Duncan’s hard pecs, then slipping over the ridges of his abdomen toward his huge cock. She jumped her gaze between his cock and Lance’s, not really comparing them, but, yeah, doing exactly that.

  There was no way she could choose a winner. Duncan’s cock was thicker and curved at the end while Lance’s was longer, his balls a bit bigger. They’d strike different parts of her pussy, giving her a pleasure that would be uniquely their own.

  Perspiration dotted her forehead as her heart threatened to break out of her chest. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath as they crouched down and eased over her. She lay back, covering her breasts with her hands, not in shyness, but to tempt them into touching her again.

  She worried that she couldn’t handle the lengths and widths of their cocks, but she couldn’t imagine not trying. If they were too gentle, it would drive her insane. She’d strike out, if necessary, and make them take her like the powerful men they were.

  Their expressions were intense, their fiery gazes searing her body, examining her with a fierceness that shook her resolve. Would they still find her attractive? Or would they think her too fat now that they could see her body in the broad daylight? At once, she wished that it was dark, with shadows hiding her wide hips and rounded stomach.

  “You’re beautiful.”

  She blinked, wondering if Lance had really spoken or if her mind was playing tricks. “No, I’m not.”

  Duncan’s eyes flashed. Amber flecks caught her attention and were suddenly gone. Amber that reminded her of the eyes she’d seen last night.

  Alarm trickled its way into her, but the rush of excitement, the sparks of electric current that always seemed to be present whenever they were around, drove the fear away. She needed them as much as she needed food and water.

  Lance placed his palm against her leg, his gaze cast downward toward her pussy. “Spread.”

  It was an order, and yet, she sensed it was a plea, too. She drew in a solid breath and let him move her leg to the side.

  Duncan went to his knees by her shoulder and stroked her hair. “We’ve waited so long for you. I almost don’t believe that you’re here.”

  Strong men with sweet words. Nothing could be better.

  She no longer gave any thought that they were strangers. Her gut, her heart, her being, every part of her told her that she was right where she was supposed to be.

  “We need you. So much.”

  If he’d spoken a foreign language, she still would’ve understood just from Lance’s husky tone. He bent low, putting his body between her legs. His palms skimmed over her legs as he followed them with his mouth and tongue. It was erotic beyond her wildest dreams, and sent her body’s energy racing from her legs to her pussy then outward.

  Duncan tenderly moved a hand from her breast and put his lips against her nipple. She ran her palm over his arm and reveled at the strength in it. Strength that seemed to be on the verge of breaking.

  He’s trembling more than I am.

  She sighed, then put her head to the side and closed her eyes. Sensations she hadn’t known were possible took her over, at once putting her at ease, then storming into her until all she wanted was to have their cocks filling her.

  Lance brushed his mouth over her pussy lips in a gesture so intense yet gentle that she didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. “Please, Lance.”

  She almost added “I’ve waited so long” as Duncan had said, but that didn’t make sense. True, she’d yearned for a man in her life, one who would love her as much as she loved him, but the idea of having not one, but two—perhaps three—men had been beyond her capabilities to imagine.

  She dropped her hand from Duncan’s arm and went searching. Soon, she found his cock and felt him jerk when she enclosed it. He was hot, twitching with life as it grew even thicker. She felt powerful holding such an immense instrument of passion.

  Lance spread her lips and touched her almost so lightly that she didn’t realize it. Her pussy, however, burst into a flood of throbbing need, ready for him to press his mouth to her. She mewled, giving him permission, begging him to go on.

  Hard. Quick and slow. Please.

  When he did, she thought she’d pass out. He whipped his tongue around her clit, then licked her and drank her juices up with a satisfied sigh. He gave her what she’d silently begged for, first circling his tongue around and over her clit in quick flicks only to slow it down to make another full-on tongue-to-the-flesh circle that took forever, but gave so much.

  She couldn’t hold on to Duncan’s cock any longer. Instead, she dug her fingernails into the ground and held on, sure that her body would explode if she didn’t ground the electric current running through her, into them, then back to
her.

  Duncan inched his body closer, pressing his cock against her leg as he swept his tongue over the top of her breast then down to crush it against her nipple. His jaw worked and she found herself clenching her own jaw to match his.

  Their hands, tongues, and lips slid over her skin, caressing, fondling, bringing goose bumps. She spread her legs even wider as Lance wrapped his arms under her legs and flattened his palms against her pelvis. Whether he meant to hold her down as she bucked and writhed or keep himself grounded didn’t matter. She was gone, lost in a torrent of carnal sensations and wild emotions.

  Duncan shifted, dragging his tongue down toward her pussy. Just as she thought he would join Lance, he straddled her, putting his knees on either side of her head. With a wild glint in his eyes, he offered his cock to her.

  She flicked her tongue out and over the tip of it, getting a taste of his pre-cum. Taking him behind the legs, she pulled him lower and drew his cock to her. He felt even larger in her mouth than he’d looked.

  That thought was lost as Lance moved lower to tease the strip of sensitive skin between her pussy and asshole. She cried out, not turning Duncan’s cock loose, as Lance pulled her pussy lips apart and drew in her clit. Her body exploded, erupting with the climax so quick and hard that she could no longer think. All she could do was respond to their touches.

  Yet in the next instant, Lance was gone.

  Duncan made a sound that was nothing short of a growl. Amber flashed in his eyes as his lips pulled back into a sneer, then craned his neck around to see behind him. She froze, unable to see past his massive bulk above her.

  “Get the fuck off her.”

  Grant.

  She kicked out, digging into the ground as Duncan rolled off her and got to his feet.

  * * * *

  Grant couldn’t believe it when he saw Lance and Duncan lying on the ground feasting on Christy. And yet, it was minutes before he could do anything but watch.

  Damn, but she was more than he’d thought she’d be. Her luscious body was laid out flat, her legs spread. Her moans called to the yearning inside him, pulling his wolf toward the surface. He’d gripped the reins of his horse until his knuckles had turned white.