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by Jamie Lake

  “No fucking touching,” Japheth said.

  “Fuck off,” Buck said, his voice still resembling a growl even though he wasn’t in wolf form anymore.

  I walked away, not even bothering to say goodbye. I just wanted to get away from them and their bickering, and back to solitude.

  “The key’s under the doormat,” Buck told me, and before I could turn around and say thanks, the door slammed shut and the truck squealed off and down the road, leaving me in a cloud of exhaust.

  I didn’t know if I’d see them anytime soon or if they would have killed each other before I did. I was just glad they had managed to escort me home without tearing each other apart, and that they had actually left me alone. Now I just had to try and sort out my own conflicted feelings and figure out a way to make the right choice.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  I threw myself on the couch in the Victorian style living room of Buck’s, taking off my shirt and pants and tossing them on the floor in the process. There were still remnants of the werewolf attack earlier, a nightmare I wanted to forget. A weight dragged down on my soul as I thought about how frightened I had been, and suddenly I shivered. Prickles crept over my skin and I curled my arms around me, glancing over my shoulder. Rationally I knew that Buck and Japheth had made sure that no one else would attack me, but having lived through it, I was still a little traumatized and I couldn’t just forget about it. I didn’t even think for a second about going into the bedroom, even though I knew it looked like a war zone. I didn't have the mental or physical energy to even think about it, I just wanted to rest, to sleep. Maybe there was a part of me that wanted to wake up and realize everything I’d experienced over the last few days had just been some horrible nightmare, but I knew that wasn’t remotely true.

  I sank into the couch. It was stiff and antique, completely uncomfortable, but there was still a blanket on the floor, the blanket I’d used before I’d joined Buck in his bedroom night for the best sex I’d ever experienced my life. The best sex, that is, until I was with Japheth – and now I couldn’t decide which was better. I reached down and pulled the blanket up, draping it over my exposed body. The warm cotton spread over me and I murmured in contentment as I closed my eyes and remembered what it was like to share intimacy with them. The blanket still smelled of Buck, and I lost myself in his scent as my mind ran back to my fantasy.

  Why did the two of them have to be so incredibly sexy? Why did they have to touch my heart like that, and parts of my soul I never knew existed? Why did I have to feel such a connection with both of them? Why did they have to make me feels so incredibly good? My hand intuitively trailed down between my legs as I thought about how Buck had made me feel the first time we’d made love. My body longed for his touch. And then I thought of how I’d done my best to fight Japheth off in his tent – but my body had needed his, as if it were obsessed.

  My hands pushed on my lengthening cock with fervor. The two men were driving me wild and I could feel my yearning through my boxers. There was an increasingly large wet spot on the front of the dark blue material and I gripped my shaft in my hand. I could feel it pulse and jerk. The memories of earlier fantasies spurred me on more and all I could think about was having them both. But I wanted more than just some heavy petting and a tiny bit of tongue. I dreamt of having both of them inside of me. Feeling their large cocks surging in both of my holes. I shouldn’t be expected to choose. It was truly impossible.

  My hands fondled my cock and balls while I pictured another hot scene with the two men in my life. Buck was the first to materialize, though this time he was standing above me. I looked up at him with my large brown eyes and I groaned when I saw his large cock coming towards my lips.

  I refused to open them for a minute. He pressed his long length against my hot mouth and then looked down at me with lust-filled eyes.

  “Open up. I want to feel your lips around this dick.”

  I couldn’t refuse ... and I didn’t want to. I wanted to feel him inside of my mouth and throat as badly as he wanted to be there. I opened up slowly and let the man press the head inside. My tongue came out and licked the surging head. I flicked the tip against the ridges and the soft, smooth skin. He groaned and pressed in several more inches.

  Buck’s hands gripped my head and pushed me further down on his length. It was almost too much and I gagged a little when it hit the back of my throat. Groaning around the violation, I looked up into his eyes. They had an animalistic gleam to them and it drove me wild. I mumbled around his shaft and he gripped my hair tighter with the reverberations.

  “Yes, just like that.”

  I saw Japheth stepping forward from behind Buck. He was stroking his own cock as he watched me gobble up the other man’s length. He came closer and nudged his brother to the side for his own turn. Buck looked at him for a moment like he was going to refuse, but he pulled his glorious cock out and left my lips searching for some more meat.

  His brother slid over and grabbed my mussed up hair. His grip was more gentle and his intentions softer. He urged me forward and my mouth was eager to suckle him inside. He grunted with the initial entry and rubbed my face as he fed inch after inch into me.

  “Yes, you feel so fucking good!”

  I loved when I could bring him to words. I looked up into his eyes and I knew that I was driving the man wild, as he had done to me in the past. I closed my eyes in pleasure as I felt his length stretch my jaw and push back against my throat. I could taste the slight flavor of his pre-cum. It was a little sweeter than his brother’s, but I would never admit this to them.

  I felt Buck on my side. His hands were urging my body and Japheth had to pull out for a moment. I whined like a kid losing his lolly and opened my eyes to find out why.

  “Get on your hands and knees so we can both have some fun.”

  I did as the large man told me to do. I always did what he wanted, and I was dying to know what he wanted to do to me. I ached to feel him deep inside of my ass, opening and stretching me wide to accept his massive meat.

  I took my dick into my hands and was relieved to feel the skin-to-skin contact. I could only wish for something like that to happen in real life. My fantasies seemed so real, I could almost taste the copper and burn in my throat from Buck’s insistent face-fucking. I could feel Japheth's slow entrance after his brother. My hand gripped my length harder and I nestled into the couch. My toes twitched and curled as I imagined Buck’s large hand on my lower back, pushing my ass higher up in the air.

  “Very nice – this is a great view.”

  Buck’s voice was muffled by the blood rushing in my ears. Japheth was back inside of my mouth with a slow shove of his hips. He bottomed out against the back of my throat and I could feel my throat muscles crushing the tip of his cock. He groaned and pushed deeper for a moment before pulling out fully.

  I gasped in a few more breaths of air and opened my numbed lips for his further slow perusal. Buck’s hands were caressing my ass cheeks and I could feel a finger lining the crack and delving in just a bit. I moaned against the slow-moving cock in my mouth. He enjoyed the vibrations and groaned out. Japheth’s hands pushed me forward, muffling any further noise.

  Buck was becoming more demanding behind me. His hands became rough, his grip harder. He smacked my ass several times on each cheek, until there was a bit of a warm sensation over my quivering ass. His hand reached underneath me and took my balls into his hand. I gurgled on the hard cock in my mouth and stuck my ass higher in the air. It gave him more access to my nether regions and my thighs opened up further. His hand found my throbbing cock and he grasped it hard.

  “Do you like this? Having one in your mouth and one licking your ass?”

  As soon as stopped speaking, his tongue delved where his fingers had been. My ass twitched as his tongue ran across the tight puckered hole and pressed in for a moment. His hand manipulated my length like an expert and his tongue hardened to a tip. He pushed into my tight hole and I couldn’t help but moan
.

  Japheth was enjoying my new excitement and stimulation because it sent a mass of vibrations through his length. The man groaned and pushed deeper into my mouth. I was suffocated by the man’s cock and I just didn’t care. Between the mouths, hands and cocks, I was ready to explode.

  Buck started to jerk me off as fast as Japheth was thrusting into my mouth. His mouth sucked on my asshole and I rode my ass back into his face. His tongue fucked inside of me at a rapid pace. I couldn’t stop myself; I could feel a load of cum coming up from my balls.

  Japheth was moving faster and thrusting deeper. The back of my throat burned and my jaws were sore from being opened so wide, for so long. I was ready for his cream and I sucked hard as I milked him. I remembered his sweet taste and I urged it forward form his cock. He gave me a little pre-cum, but the full blast eluded me.

  Buck’s mouth was assisted with a thick finger sliding into my ass. I’d sunk down on the bed as my legs had opened wider and wider. His hand was removed from my cock, but the soft feel of the bed underneath me was a new sensation. I groaned with the immense pleasure and the addition of Buck’s finger. He added another one and I felt cum rush out of my cockhead. There was no stopping the flow of cum and it spilled out below me, covering the blanket before it was pushed and rubbed against my torso. I felt the hot liquid underneath me but the two men did not stop their ministrations.

  Japheth dragged his cock in and out of my mouth. Tears came to my eyes with the constant thrusting, but the man was starting to move like he was very close. I looked up at him and I knew eye contact was what he was wanting. He grunted when he saw his cock disappear deep inside. He had always loved the way he looked inside of me. He was very visual and the view was almost his undoing.

  I felt Buck moving faster inside of me. His mouth was gone and I was left with the hard finger fucking he was doing to my ass. I gripped his fingers tight as I felt more creamy goo come forth from my already leaking dick. His fingers were removed and I whimpered against the pumping cock in my mouth. I felt a large, blunt head on my asshole and I yanked my ass up higher. I pushed my cheeks apart by my muscles and waited for penetration.

  My juices squirted all over my hand, all over my chest and body, and I didn’t care. I needed some release; being around such intense men did a number on me.

  It wasn’t long before I dozed off, only to wake up moments later to a worse nightmare than I’d ever experienced before.

  CHAPTER SIX

  The first time I heard it, I thought I was imagining things. I was half-asleep, after all, and old houses like Buck’s often creaked and made weird noises whenever the wind blew or there was a shift in temperature. But this was different.

  It was the scratching noises that did it, the deep scraping noises like someone was trying to dig themselves inside. I tossed and turned at first, shoving the couch’s pillow over my ears. I pulled the blanket tightly around me, not knowing what the noise was, not caring, only knowing that it was disturbing me from badly needed sleep.

  But then the breathing noises began – huffing noises, actually – against the window like my old dog would do when he really wanted inside, except without the warning. No, this was with growling a cat-like hiss in the process.

  Then a boom – a boom so loud against the side of the house that it startled me awake. It was a thunderous sound and I swear it made the house rock. I grabbed the pillow protectively as I sat up and clenched it against my stomach, my heart pounding in my chest. Beads of sweat formed at my temples and my eyes glanced around furtively. What was that? I wondered as my eyes darted all around the living room, my breathing labored and staggered. Had I imagined it?

  My eyes adjusted to the dim light and were intuitively drawn behind me, to the back window. I slowly turned my head and my mouth dropped open in fear as my whole body tingled for the primal fight or flight response had kicked in … and my instinct was flight. I wanted to stop and curl up into a ball but I couldn’t prevent my eyes from moving around the damaged wood paneling of the walls, or the smashed ornaments lying in shattered pieces on the floor, and then to my horror I looked at the back window only to see a pair of eyes staring back at me.

  Those eyes, those devilish green eyes that glared at me. My eyes squinted into focus and I saw what looked for a moment like a cat – like a mountain lion or something, breathing so heavily against the window that steam snorted out of its nostrils against the pane.

  Its eyes were laser focused on me in predatory mode, as if it were angry with me, as if I were taken up its space, its territory.

  I started to stand up nice and slow. I wanted to back away. It wasn’t unusual to hear of wolves and mountain lions in Oregon, but usually not in residential areas. Then again, seeing werewolves wasn’t exactly the norm, either and I’d seen my fair share of those the last couple of days.

  What was I scared of? I was in a locked home, reinforced wood, solidly made. There was no way a cat like that could make it inside, even if it wanted to, and yet something told me to be careful. There was something very predatory-like about it, something a little off and almost supernatural that had my own antennae on guard.

  It turned so sharply that its tail rammed the window, leaving it vibrating, on the verge of breaking. Maybe it was gone, I told myself as I tried to calm down. I wished I hadn’t told Buck and Japheth that I needed time alone. I wished they were here – both of them – to protect me from whatever that thing was. The loneliness crept in and I realized that, for the last five years, I’d rarely been alone. Maybe the reason I’d suffered through bad relationship after bad relationship was that I hated being alone. I just wanted someone I could settle down with, have a family with one day. I wanted someone who would accept and understand me, protect me, nurture me and allow me to do the same. I was a loyal friend to a fault but the man I wanted to end up with would never let me down and never leave me alone.

  I shuddered at the sudden chill. Where was the cold air coming from? I looked up at the ceiling, wrapping my hands around my folded arms and rubbing to get some warmth. I looked up, hearing the wind whistling from above. Leaves were circling the middle of the hallway and I remembered that two of the werewolves had crashed through it somehow to get inside and that was when it dawned on me. But it was too late. The cat landed squarely in the middle of the hallway with a reverberating thud so loud it shook the floor around me.

  It snarled at me, its broad shoulders crouching as it landed, its eyes squaring off with mine, curling its lips and bearing its razor sharp, yellow-stained teeth at me. The sunlight filtered from the grey sky and stretched to the wood floor, shrouding the cat as it approached. It didn’t leap at me; it didn’t need to. It had me cornered and it approached me with the skill of a trained hunter and the confidence of a predator who knew its prey didn’t have a sliver of a chance for survival. I backed away and lowered my body, trying to appear as non-confrontational as possible, but the cat kept advancing. Its lips trembled and I knew any sudden movements could provoke an attack.

  Were my eyes playing tricks on me or was this mountain lion-like creature growing bigger? Was its back growing straighter, its legs longer and almost human like? Before my eyes, a woman suddenly appeared a young woman, black, stunning but savage-like with beads in her twisted hair and cat-like green eyes. She stretched out her limbs and made a soft mewling sound as she sighed, evidently pleased to be back in human form. She stared at me with dark, sultry eyes. Her body was lithe and slender, her skin ebony and flawless. She slowly ran her tongue across her lips, moistening them until they glistened. I felt my throat tighten.

  “And so we meet,” she said with a wicked smile.

  “Who … what are you?” I asked.

  She cackled, throwing her head back and running long fingers down her thick strands of hair before resting them against her breast.

  “Does it matter? Really?” she responded. “Make it easy on yourself, human. You’re going to die today; why fight it? It’s your destiny. Just like it’s my dest
iny to help you fulfill it.”

  I swallowed hard, backing away as I glanced around, looking for a quick getaway. Finding none, she only smirked, a wicked smirk that told me she knew I was terrified of being cornered and that she was loving every moment of it.

  “You’re not going to get away with this,” I told her, feeling like I was reciting every horrible cartoon I’d ever watched but not knowing what else to say.

  She only cackled at me. “Why? Are your precious werewolf friends going to do something about it? Oh, that’s right, they’re not here. They left you all alone. Poor thing. Tsk-tsk. No need to fret. It’ll all be over soon.” She inclined her head and bit her lower lip. A vicious look came over her face.

  “Fuck you,” I told her and she leapt with supernatural strength just centimeters from my face, half-puma, half-human snarling, the drool from her canines trailing down her mouth. Her breath was hot and sweet, and I could imagine those sharp incisors piercing my soft flesh.

  “Have some respect. This is royalty you’re in the presence of,” she said. All trace of amusement was gone from her expression.

  “Royalty, my ass,” I told her.

  She growled at me. She reeked of blood and earth, as if she’d recently been hunting. Her hands had formed claws that protruded from her fingers, and one of them trailed from the side of my face, across my throat, and down until she cupped my balls. I shivered, and inwardly hoped that somehow, someway, Buck and Japheth would come to my rescue.

  “You’re an attractive specimen,” she told me with that wicked smile of hers, “I can see why they are fond of you.”

  She’d softened again and I had to admit she had a striking beauty … when she wasn’t hissing in my face.