Her Lone Wolves

by Diana Castle

Her mouth dropped open. “What? You knew him? You knew my father?”

  “No,” he said. “But I’d heard about him. He fell in love with a woman named Heaven. She wasn’t a shifter so he was forbidden from marrying her. They ran off together. They were never heard from again.”

  Jane slowly sat on the couch, disbelief thrumming through her. It couldn’t be. Her father, her real father, had been a shifter? A werewolf? No, that wasn’t possible. But she’d never known him. He could have been an alien for all she knew.

  “I’m not a werewolf,” she said firmly, as much to herself as to Everett and Avery who were staring at her.

  “No, not a full-blooded one,” Everett said. “But you have enough of the blood in you to have helped bring about Caleb’s change.”

  She nodded, although she was only dimly aware of him. If it was true, and if she did have werewolf blood inside her that meant she wasn’t entirely human. But if she also wasn’t fully a werewolf then what was she?

  She looked up at Everett. He must have seen the confusion and fear in her face for he came over and sat next to her. She could feel the warmth of his body and she could smell him, and he smelled like wood and sweat and musk, and it sent a feeling both comforting and lustful through her.

  “I don’t think you have the ability to shift into wolf form,” he said, his voice low as if he was trying not to frighten her, “but because you’re half shifter and you’re a female you give off a certain kind of pheromone and when it’s close to moon-change, if a male and female shifter become sexually intimate, it can set off the change early.”

  He placed his hand over hers. She couldn’t help but jump at the electric current that surged through her when they touched.

  “We don’t have much time,” he said. “Caleb could already be miles away from here.” He looked over at Avery. “I’ll shift. You stay here with Jane.”

  “You sure?” he asked. “We could cover more ground with two of us.”

  Everett looked back at her then shook his head, his expression one of concern. “Someone should stay here with her.”

  Jane wanted to protest and tell him she’d be fine, but so much had happened she realized she didn’t want to be left alone. Plus the idea of all three of them changing into wolves was more than she could handle right now.

  “What do I need to do?” she said instead.

  “Whatever will bring Everett to climax in your presence,” Avery said.

  She glanced at Everett’s groin. “I could...what if I...masturbated him?” She wasn’t quite ready to do anything more than that.

  Everett rose from the couch and quickly took off his clothes. He looked even more powerful naked, the light from the fire burnishing his tall, muscular body.

  He looked like the wolf-god.

  She rose from the couch and approached him. Tentatively, she touched his already erect cock. It was so long and thick and beautiful. She took hold of it and rubbed her hand up and down.

  Everett groaned, his excited breath beating against her face. She briskly rubbed his cock. It grew even harder, longer and thicker. Her mouth watered, and suddenly she wanted more than just to touch it.

  She lowered herself to her knees.

  * * * * *

  Everett’s eyes widened when Jane fell to her knees. Just the touch of her hand had nearly brought him to climax as he hadn’t been with a woman since Naomi. He hadn’t expected Jane to want to do more. She took his burning cock between her lips and gently sucked it. He threw back his head, the muscles in his neck like iron.

  Damn, it felt good.

  He grabbed her head but made certain he didn’t hold it too tight. With the erotic power of his need to shift surging hotly through his body, he feared he might crush her skull like an egg. His heart beat wildly in his chest. Her soft, moist mouth on his cock was torture. But the best kind of torment. Her silken lips were clamped firmly around the thick root of his penis, her tongue twisting wetly around the sensitive ridge. She sucked him hard, her mouth pulling firmly on his cock.

  He fought the urge to thrust himself into her mouth. But when she cupped the heavy, tight globes of his scrotum with her nimble fingers, he could hold back no longer. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he tried with all his strength not to, but his seed flooded through his cock and he exploded into her mouth.

  * * * * *

  As Everett’s molten penis throbbed between her lips. Jane kept her mouth fastened about it, not wanting to let him go, needing to swallow every bit of his seed. His cock felt so good in her mouth, so thick and so hard, that her cunt was swelling and rippling with her desire to be fucked by it.

  She felt Avery’s hands on her shoulders. He was trying to pull her away. She resisted for a moment, but when his hands became more insistent she released Everett. As she rose back to her feet, she stared wide-eyed as he began to transform.

  Coarse black hair sprouted from his skin, the muscles along his body rippled and melted and the bones of his arms and legs swelled and twisted. He threw back his head and howled, the sound reverberating through the room and then, before Jane could take another breath, a large, black wolf with dark-blue eyes stood before her.

  Avery’s hands were still on her shoulders. He was whispering to her not to be afraid.

  But she wasn’t. She put out her hand. Everett walked over and sniffed it. Then he licked it, his long pink tongue, wet and rough against her skin. She slid her hand along his muzzle then over to the thick fur about his neck. Her fingers slid in among the soft warmth.

  He playfully bumped his head against her leg. She looked down into his eyes.

  Everett’s eyes.

  She smiled.

  He licked her hand again then looked over at Avery. He went over to the front door and opened it. Everett ran out into the wind and snow swept darkness. Avery closed the door, but Jane could hear Everett howling in the distance,

  Silence now reigned in the room; the only sound the crackling of the logs in the fireplace.

  And finally, overcome at last by all she’d seen and learned, Jane lowered her face into her hands and sobbed.

  Avery quickly walked over, put his arms around her and held her as she wept.

  Chapter Ten

  The Wolf-God was so deep inside Jane it felt as if the two were one. She had no idea how long they’d been fucking, but its phallus continued to move inside her; long, even strokes that had brought her to so many climaxes she'd been unable to keep count.

  The fire in the cave had gone down until it was nothing more than embers, but she wasn’t cold. The Wolf-God's heavy, shaggy body enveloped her, its heat surrounding her. The People were still in the cave, but she heard soft cries, deep moans and drawn-out groans, and she knew all of them were also copulating in the thick darkness.

  Jane pushed her trembling hands through the coarse, heavy fur on the Wolf-God's broad back. Its sinewy hips relentlessly drove its cock deep into her. Hard, even, cadenced strokes. She tried to lift her hips to match the rhythm. But the Wolf-God had her pinned so securely against the rock altar she was unable to move. She was totally at its mercy.

  The Wolf-God moved faster, its cock pounding inside her. Jane climaxed again, her nails digging beneath its fur to the firm flesh beneath. She screamed, her orgasm like the white-hot sun, blazing inside her cunt and her soul and consuming everything she was and ever would be.

  * * * * *

  Jane awoke to the sun shining through the window of the bedroom. The remnants of her dream of the Wolf-God fled from her mind like autumn leaves stripped from a tree by the wind.

  She’d fallen asleep downstairs before Everett had returned from looking for Caleb. Avery must have carried her up to bed. She was still in the clothes she’d worn yesterday. She left the bedroom and quickly went downstairs, anxious to see if they were back. Even before she reached the landing she heard voices coming from the kitchen. When she entered it, she saw all three of them having breakfast. They all turned and looked over at her.

  Neither Evere
tt nor Caleb looked the worse for wear after their transformations last night. In fact, looking at them Jane couldn’t help but wonder if she had imagined the whole thing. Men turning into wolves? That was something that only happened in books or movies or television shows.

  “Morning,” Avery said smiling.

  “Good morning,” Jane replied.

  Neither Caleb nor Everett said anything. The two of them just stared at her. Feeling uncomfortable under their steady gaze, and awkwardly conscious of what she’d done with the two of them last night, she nervously pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “You hungry?” Avery asked. “I made lots.” He tilted his head toward Everett and Caleb. “These two were ravenous. But that always happens after we shift.”

  Avery’s casual mentioning of the transformation Everett and Caleb had undergone brought home that it had really happened. It hadn’t been a dream.

  “I would have thought you would be full after eating whatever it is you eat when you’re...” Her voice died away as Everett’s frown deepened, while Caleb’s eyes crinkled with what she assumed was amusement.

  “We didn’t hunt last night,” Everett said. “I was too busy looking for Caleb.”

  “Are you alright?” she asked Caleb.

  He nodded. “Sorry about last night. It must have been quite the surprise for you.”

  Surprise was hardly the word she’d use. More like shocked out of her socks.

  “It’s alright. If I had known...” She stopped. If she had known what Caleb and the others were, none of this would have happened.

  “Everett told me about your real parents,” he said. “You really had no idea your father was a shifter?”

  “I was a baby when he died.” She moved further into the room. On the counter were platters full of ham, sausage and steak; scrambled, fried and poached eggs, towering heaps of biscuits and mounds of golden pancakes. She fixed herself a plate, along with a glass of orange juice then sat next to Avery. She glanced around the table. They looked like men, albeit they were taller, muscular and far more handsome than normal men.

  She sipped her orange juice. “I still find it all rather hard to believe.”

  Everett stopped eating, leaned over and fixed her with a hard stare. “Even after what you witnessed?”

  Her cheeks flamed as she recalled kneeling before him and sucking on his cock before he changed into a wolf. “It’s not about what I witnessed.” She glanced between Everett and Caleb, her face growing hotter. “That’s not what I’m having problems with.” She stabbed her fork into her eggs and quickly ate a mouthful. “I can’t deny the evidence of my own eyes.”

  “Then what?” Everett asked. “What is it that you find so hard to believe?”

  “That I have the same blood in me.”

  Everett shrugged his broad shoulders. “I don’t know anything about half-breeds. Every shifter I’ve known was full-blooded.”

  “You shouldn’t use that word,” Jane said.

  “What word?”

  “Half-breed. It’s considered offensive.”

  Everett frowned. “By who?”

  “By people. Everyone. I don’t know. It’s just not used anymore.”

  “Then what am I supposed to call you.”

  “Jane,” she snapped. “Just call me Jane.”

  Caleb laughed then put a huge piece of ham in his mouth. He chewed lustily on it even as Everett glared at him.

  “What’s it like?” she asked.

  Everett turned back to her. “What’s what like?”

  “Being the wolf.”

  Everett went back to eating his breakfast. “It’s like nothing.”

  “Bullshit,” Caleb said. “It’s like nothing all right. Like nothing in the whole world. It’s the best fucking high you can imagine. It’s even better than sex.” His eyes glittered lustfully. “Though not by much.”

  “You feel like you’re one with everything,” Avery said. “You can see and smell and feel everything around you, and you know in your heart and your soul that you’re part of something larger and greater than yourself.”

  Caleb snorted. “Leave it to Avery to turn it into some kind of hippie stoner experience.”

  “You said it was like getting high,” Jane said. “What’s the difference?”

  Caleb was about to answer but Everett interrupted him. “It’s more than that.” His deep voice rumbled in his chest, and he looked directly in Jane’s eyes. “It’s sacred. It’s been passed from one generation to another for thousands of years. Our line goes back—”

  “To the Wolf-God,” she finished.

  Everett nodded. “Did you have another dream about it?”

  “Yes.”

  Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been dreaming about the Wolf-God?”

  She nodded.

  His eyes glittered. “Was it fucking you?”

  “Caleb!” Avery said angrily. “You shouldn’t ask her that. It’s none of your business.”

  “Yes,” she said, ignoring Avery. “It was fucking me. What does that mean? Why would I dream about it?”

  Caleb shrugged. “Must be because of your shifter blood.” He arched a lewd brow at her. “Did you come?”

  Avery was about to protest again, but Jane raised her hand. “It’s alright.” She had no problems or qualms dealing with Caleb. She looked directly into his green eyes. “Yes, I did come. More than once.”

  Caleb grinned and now she saw in his eyes a promise. A promise she intended on holding him to.

  “Do you dream about it too?” she asked.

  All three nodded but said no more.

  Everett poured himself another cup of coffee and looked out the window. “Looks as if the worst of the storm is over. We should be able to get you back to town.”

  Before yesterday, Jane would have been glad to hear this. Now she wasn’t so sure. Having learned about who and what her real father had been, there was still so much more she wanted to know. She recalled what it had been like watching Everett turn into a wolf.

  The enticing texture of his warm fur between her fingers. The power she had sensed inside him. The lack of fear she had experienced with him when he was the wolf.

  Even if she could not shift into a wolf, it would explain so much as to why she had always felt apart from others. And why she had been drawn to this place. And why sex had been so unsatisfying no matter what man she was with.

  She had thought there was something wrong with her; that she was flawed in some way or defective or even crazy. Her life had been empty, without real purpose, and she’d never felt like she belonged anywhere or with anyone.

  But with these three men, despite her early fears and misgivings, it suddenly felt right, and she was whole and complete for the first time. This was where she belonged. Here, with her lone wolves.

  She turned to Everett. “I want to stay.”

  His eyes widened and Caleb, who was about to shove another piece of ham into his mouth, gawked, his fork hanging midair.

  “Are you sure, Jane?” Avery asked, but she couldn’t help notice the shimmer of happiness shining in his hazel eyes. “Do you understand what that would mean?”

  “It would mean...” she stopped, her cheeks growing hot while another part of her warmed and moistened. “I’d have to have sex with all three of you,” she finished, her body shivering with delicious anticipation at the thought.

  Avery glanced at Everett, who nodded for him to go on as if he didn’t trust himself to speak.

  “Everett is Clan leader,” Avery said. “He’ll always have you first. Then Caleb. Then me. You sure you’ll be alright with that?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” Then, surprising even herself, her eyes glancing about the table at the three, she went on. “But why couldn’t I have sex with all of you at the same time? Is that not permitted?”

  All of the men’s eyes widened as if she’d just sprouted another head.

  “What?” Jane asked. “Did I say something wrong?”


  “No,” Caleb said. “But, shit, not even Naomi would let us do that.”

  “She wouldn’t?”

  “That’s because Naomi like to play us against each other,” Avery said. “She thought it was funny to do so.”

  “What about that life you’re always saying you need to get back to?” Everett asked.

  Jane nervously ran her fingers up and down the tines on her fork. “It really wasn’t much of a life,” she admitted, feeling relief she could finally do so. “I have no family and no close friends.”

  She couldn’t tell what Everett was thinking since he played the stoic, hard-bitten leader so well, but she thought she saw something like sympathy in his dark blue eyes.

  “What about a boyfriend?” Caleb asked.

  She shook her head. None of the men she’d been with had ever been able to give her what she needed. Now she knew why.

  “We’ll be running as wolves for the next three days,” Everett said. “That’ll give you some time to think about it. If you change your mind, I’ll take you into town myself.”

  Jane shook her head. “I won’t change my mind.”

  Everett eyed her doubtfully but said nothing. She was grateful for that. She’d meant what she said, but she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of uncertainty and she didn’t need Everett feeding her doubts with more questions.

  * * * * *

  Jane lifted the huge steaming mug to her lips. The heady scent of the freshly brewed coffee was not only a comfort, but also a reminder of normalcy in a world that was now anything but normal.

  For the last three days, she’d been alone in the huge house while Everett, Avery, and Caleb were out running as wolves.

  She left the kitchen and went into the living room, staring out at the snow-covered landscape. The sky was swiftly falling towards dusk. All day it had been clear, and the sun had shone so brightly, if she had gone outside she would have had to put on a pair of shades.

  But she hadn't gone outside. She hadn't tried to find her way back to town or to her car. She’d been here, waiting. Waiting for Everett and the twins to come back.

  She put the mug down and crossed her arms over her chest. She wore one of Everett’s thick sweaters. Before he shifted, he showed her where the first-aid kit was located, a room in the basement where enough food was stored to feed a small army, and if she had need of it, a rifle and ammunition.