Call of the Pack [Wolf Packs of Fate 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Things happened. Like you, I wanted a change and decided to go for it.”

  “The Glowing Moon Ranch. That’s kind of an unusual name for a ranch. Then again, a lot of ranches around here have unusual names.” She hadn’t thought of it before, but most of the ranches had names that were connected to the moon or wolves.

  “I guess so,” interjected Tyler. “Our grandparents named the place.”

  “Then your family has been here for a while.” They were being so polite with one another, and yet, she could sense them drawing closer, both physically and emotionally. They gave off a vibe, a feeling that they wanted to be as close as she’d let them. She hoped they’d get even closer, but did she dare risk it? The more they knew about her, the closer she got to them, the more she’d feel obligated to tell them everything. Yet she couldn’t. If she did, they’d realize she’d been lying to them.

  “You could say so,” answered Derek with a touch of pride to his tone. “The Mitchells were one of the first families to settle around these parts.”

  “Being born and raised in one place must give you a sense of community, of belonging. Unfortunately, my parents moved a lot.” Her parents had moved several times in her young life, forcing her to leave friends behind each time.

  “It is.” Derek leaned across her to take one of the strawberries that rested among other fruit set out on a large paper plate. “Is that what you want, sugar? A place where you know your neighbors and they know you?”

  He was too close. Yet not close enough. The air she’d thought was thick before thickened even more. “It would be a nice place to raise a family.”

  His dark gaze met hers. “Do you want a family?”

  Their talk had suddenly taken a hard turn, and yet she liked where it was headed. Even if she was foolish to think so. “Yeah. I think so. One or two kids.” She blushed. To cover her embarrassment, she took one of the smaller strawberries and took a nibble.

  “Just one or two?” asked Tyler.

  “I take it that means you want more than two?” They were talking about serious things now, dangerous topics, yet she wanted to know what they thought.

  “We’d like a whole pack of kids.”

  “A whole pack?” The word “pack” kept coming up every so often. Why did everyone in Fate use it so much? Was it a regional thing?

  “Yeah.” Derek lay back, stretching out his long legs. He rested his head on his arm and stare up at her. “Five or six would be good.”

  She’d just taken another bite and almost choked. “Five or six?”

  “Too many, babe?” asked Tyler.

  Was it? Yet hadn’t she had fantasies of having a big family? As an only child, she’d love the noise and laughter children would bring. “I guess not. Considering each of your wives would have two children each.”

  “There’s not going to be more than one woman.”

  She almost dropped her glass. “Only one woman, Evan?” Glancing at the other two men, she got her answer, yet still had to ask. “Are you—? I mean for all three of you?”

  Derek chuckled and picked at the bottom of her shirt. “Didn’t we already go through this? You know, the whole threesome thing here in Fate?”

  She’d forgotten, at least for the moment. “The woman you three end up with is going to be very busy, huh?” Would they each want their own night with the woman? Or would they pile into bed, all three at once? She put the rest of the strawberry into her suddenly dry mouth.

  Yeah, the woman would be busy. As in having sex with all three of them. Lucky girl. Damn lucky.

  “Don’t worry. The woman we choose will be up to the job. If she can handle us”—Derek placed his palm on her leg—“then she’ll be a strong woman. Strong like you.”

  She wasn’t sure she was strong at all. In fact, she was pretty sure she was as weak as they came. She hadn’t stayed to fight the fight and had, instead, run as far away as she could go.

  She had to change the subject. If she didn’t, there was no telling where else it could lead.

  I’m not even strong enough for this conversation.

  “Do you guys know a man named Bill Neelson?”

  “Where’d that come from?” asked Evan. “What’s Neelson have to do with anything?”

  “I’m just curious.”

  “I don’t think I like you being curious about another man.” Tyler’s face hardened. “Especially not a were— Especially not an attorney.”

  “What’s the matter? Don’t you like attorneys?” She hoped that wasn’t the case, but then what else did he have against Neelson?

  “Not much, but I guess there’s a few good ones around. But Neelson? He’s the worst of the worst.”

  “Why? I heard he’s a nice guy.” The demeanors of the three men had changed, each of them tensing. “Miss Charlotte likes him.”

  “That’s just it. He seems like a nice guy until you get to know him,” answered Tyler. “The problem is that Miss Charlotte likes everyone. She’s way too trusting for her own good.”

  “Which tells me you don’t think she should trust him.” She put down her empty glass and narrowed her eyes. They knew something, but they were holding back. After looking over the older lady’s papers, she’d been left with a sick feeling. She hadn’t found anything wrong that she could pin down for certain, but the way he shuffled around her accounts didn’t seem on the up and up.

  Was she being overly suspicious? She hadn’t wanted to look at the paperwork to begin with, but Miss Charlotte had asked her to straighten up the pile of papers she’d left tossed on a desk and put them into order. One glance had made her want to study them harder. “What don’t you like about him? Aside from his being a lawyer?”

  Tyler shrugged all too casually. “That’s it. We just don’t trust the guy. We go with our gut when it comes to choosing who to trust. Besides, he’s not one of us.”

  “One of you? I don’t understand.”

  “Why are you asking, anyway?” Derek sat up and ignored her question. “Has he done something you don’t like? Has he hit on you?”

  The idea of the paunchy, balding, forty-five-year-old man with the irritating laugh hitting on her was ridiculous. She’d only met him once, and he hadn’t shown the slightest bit of interest in her, thank God. If she had to guess, his only interest was in money. Miss Charlotte’s money.

  “He’s Miss Charlotte’s attorney.” Was she telling them too much? She didn’t want to violate her boss’s privacy.

  “I didn’t realize that.” Tyler’s voice sounded a low like a growl.

  From his expression, Derek didn’t like the idea, either. “He is?”

  “Are you thinking he’s doing wrong by Miss C?” Evan’s eyes glittered with a cold anger.

  Her gut said yes, but she didn’t have any proof. At least not yet. Until then, she’d had no right, no real reason to accuse Neelson of anything. She still didn’t, but the fact that they didn’t trust the man made her suspicions more plausible. Saying so, however, wasn’t a good idea. “No, no. I’m sure he’s doing his job. I just wondered, is all.”

  “Are you sure there’s not more to it, sugar?”

  When had they started calling her by sweet names? Tyler with his babe, Derek with his sugar, and even Evan had called her baby every once in a while.

  Fearful that she’d already gone too far with her questions, she let the conversation lapse into an uncomfortable silence. More than likely, they sensed she wasn’t telling the whole truth, but she couldn’t go any further.

  Once more she lifted her gaze to the stars and pointed. “Look a falling star.”

  “Quick. Make a wish.”

  She did as Tyler said.

  I wish I could make them all love me.

  She immediately chastised herself for making the one wish she couldn’t have. The most impossible wish of all.

  “Did you make your wish?” asked Evan.

  For one of the few times since she’d met him, he was relaxed, even warmer. Not that he’d e
ver treated her coldly, but he’d always held back a little. Maybe she was imagining it, comparing him to his outgoing cousins, but he was the laid-back one. Still, right now, he was leaning closer, making her heart pick up speed.

  Having them surround her in the next moment, getting so close that all she had to do was to lift a hand and touch any one of them, had her head spinning. Or was it the champagne? She wasn’t a lightweight drinker, so she doubted it was the alcohol intoxicating her. They were calling to her, even though it was a silent call. Yet, she imagined she heard it as plainly as any audible signal.

  “Baby, kiss me.”

  Was it a request or an order that Evan made? Did it matter?

  His mouth was parted only in the slightest way, but it was enough. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his before logic took over and kept her from doing so. At once, she felt a zing of electricity, of passion, of whatever-she-wanted-to-call-it zip through her. His hand cupped her behind the neck, keeping her from pulling away.

  As if I’d want to.

  She moaned and kissed him harder, needier.

  His tongue swept over her lips a second before he nibbled on her bottom lip and tugged it inside. The tip of her tongue met his and gave her yet another thrill. He tasted…different. Different from every other man she’d kissed. Even different than how she’d fantasized he’d taste.

  Tangy? With a definite flavor of heat? But how did heat taste? The word centered in her mind as he took command of her mouth.

  Instead of jolting when she felt the hands against her back, along the curve of her breast, and even cupping her butt cheek, she welcomed the sensations. The men caressed her, not really speaking yet somehow making soft sounds of lust she understood. They spoke a language of their own, and mysteriously, she understood them.

  As the thick air had done earlier, they surrounded her, their scents, their heat cocooning her with an overwhelming yearning to have them. Like an ancient primal yearning, the need to have them wouldn’t be denied. She couldn’t break away, even if the logical part of her mind was screaming at her to run.

  I have to have them.

  She wouldn’t back down now. She couldn’t anymore than a dog could leave a juicy steak alone. Under the night sky, inside the house, it didn’t matter where.

  Evan let her go only when his brothers pushed the food out of the way and laid her on her back. Gazing up at their faces, she kept her hands to herself as they hurriedly started undressing.

  They were amazing men by any standards, but their bodies left her fighting to control her breathing. Their broad shoulders blocked out the stars above her. The muscles in their strong arms flexed as they tugged off their shirts and worked their belt buckles. Before long, they’d shucked their boots and jeans. Their cocks stuck straight out at her, demanding her full attention.

  Hell yeah.

  Then they started undressing her. The chill of the night air was no match for the warmth of her body, her uncontrolled need heating her inside and out.

  She moaned as they tugged off her shoes.

  She whimpered as they undid her jeans and pulled them down and off.

  She sucked in a hard breath when her shirt was torn from her.

  And she thanked the stars above when they bent over her, putting their teeth and their tongues to good use.

  “Close your eyes, babe.”

  Why? she wondered, yet did it anyway.

  Then she knew. With her eyes closed, all her other senses became more alive, more sensitive to each stroke of a hand, each probing of a finger, each slide of a tongue. She reached for them, but they pushed her arms to her sides.

  “No, sugar. This is our present to you. Just lie back and enjoy.”

  She smiled, but the smile was lost as Derek moved between her legs and spread them apart. Although she knew it was coming, she couldn’t hold back her gasp as his fingers pushed her pussy folds apart and made way for his tongue.

  There was no working up to it. No tender touch of his finger or his tongue. Instead, he attacked her clit, sucking, biting, pulling with ferocity.

  Tyler fondled her breasts, kneading them then massaging her nipples with his tongue and his fingers. She couldn’t take her eyes from him, loving to watch as he treated each breast equally, with only a quick grin as he looked at her with his glinting eyes.

  Talking was out of the question with the brothers’ tongues and hands all over her. But talking wasn’t what Evan wanted. Turning her to face him, he held his cock out for her and gave her one of his slight smiles.

  She didn’t wait for him to say anything. Instead, she opened her mouth and let him guide his cock inside. He was huge, but even seeing his cock hadn’t prepared her for the actual feel of his cock entering her mouth. She pulled him in as far as she could, but it was nowhere near the end of him. Flicking her tongue along his length, she drew in his taste, a flavor that tasted like his kiss.

  Derek slipped his hand under her ass, his mouth never leaving her pussy. He licked around her clit then sucked in a breath before lapping her pussy’s juices with this tongue. Fingering her asshole, he again crushed his mouth against her pussy and used his teeth to torture her aching nub.

  “I need more.”

  Tyler’s words, spoken with a deep, growling sound, were difficult to understand. She needed more, too. Needed every cock inside her, every tongue, every hand on her at once. Yet, she had no words to tell them.

  Her rising climax swept away everything except a craving unlike she’d ever experienced. If she didn’t get her fill of them soon, she’d explode. She reached out again, but again, they shoved her hands to her sides.

  She moaned, the sound of it full of her frustration. Her breath rolled over Evan’s cock as his balls bumped against her forehead.

  Please, please, please, please.

  Now that her first wish had come true, she needed another falling star to fulfill her second wish.

  In the next instant, as though the stars had heard her prayer, Tyler grabbed her by the arm and turned her onto her side. She lost hold of Evan’s cock for a moment and opened her eyes.

  Her other senses had come alive with her eyes closed, but seeing their faces, their passion so raw in their expressions, sent her first orgasm barreling out of her. Caught between the three wild men, she dug one hand into the blanket then cupped Evan’s balls with the other.

  “Please.”

  Evan put a finger to his oh-so-barely smiling lips. “Hush. We wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear.”

  She hadn’t thought about being heard or seen. But it was too late. She no longer cared.

  He tunneled his fingers through her hair and closed them into a fist. His yank hurt, but she found that the pain gave her another kind of thrill.

  “Suck, baby.”

  Was it an order, a command, or a plea? Yet what did it matter?

  She opened her mouth and drew Evan’s cock back inside her mouth. Her moan floated along his length as Derek, who had never stopped feasting on her pussy, released her and sat back on his haunches.

  “Take it easy, sugar. It’s our turn now.” Taking hold of her leg, he lifted it and hooked it over his elbow, spreading her legs again. Slowly, with his eyes sparkling with flashes of amber, he positioned his cock at her entrance. “My turn.”

  Derek shoved his cock inside her so hard, so fast that it scooted her body upward. She lost hold of Evan’s cock, but he held on to her hair and brought his cock back to her. It glistened under the twinkling lights, the purple-veined shaft shining with a mix of her saliva and his pre-cum.

  “Like my brother said. My turn.”

  She couldn’t let go of Evan’s cock to see what Tyler would do, but she didn’t have to. Fingers pumped into her asshole, stretching her muscles, demanding they give in. The fingers filled her, but she knew she could take more. As she sucked on Evan’s cock and tightened her vagina around Derek’s, she sensed Tyler bending over. The sensation of his tongue along her puckered hole sent her libido racing.
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  Please, please, please, please.

  It seemed like please was the only word she knew.

  And then he was inside her, his cock forcing her asshole to give into his demand. She cried out, the sound of it spilling over Evan’s cock.

  Oh God. Yes.

  With Tyler’s entry, she’d found more words.

  She was possessed, not by only one man but by three. Suddenly, she knew without a doubt that the women of Fate had it right. One man was fine. Two were great. But three were best.

  They kept her between them, the sound of their labors accenting the night with their panted breaths. She tried to give back to them, strained to keep her muscles tightly around their cocks, but it was all she could do. They’d imprisoned her between them, and she was a willing captive.

  Her next climax was more powerful than the last. More powerful than she could ever remember one being. So powerful that she wondered if she would survive the wild rumble of lust rolling out of her.

  As though answering an ancient call of woman to her men, they released their own orgasms. Warm seed filled her mouth in the same moment it filled her asshole and her pussy. Tyler and Derek, their heads back in a duo of groans, erupted, filling the nighttime with the sounds of their ecstasy. Evan remained silent, letting the stiffening of his body tell of his release.

  Derek’s body shuddered as he suffered through his orgasm then slumped half on, half off her. Tyler slipped out of her and lay down behind her. Evan, however, stayed on his knees, the joy of his release showing in his satisfied look.

  Her body quivered as the last of her climax broke out of her. Her breathing slowed down as the rush of the insane emotions that had taken complete control of her began to loosen their hold on her.

  “That was fucking amazing,” muttered a smug and happy-looking Tyler. “You are fucking amazing.”

  “More,” said Derek.

  She gazed up at Evan, hoping to hear him echo his cousins’ satisfaction. Instead, she found him glancing off to the side, a bemused expression on his face. “What is it?”

  She sucked in a gasp when she finally heard it. “Oh no.”

  Chapter Four