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

by Jane Jamison

  Her mouth parted as it had before when his cock entered her. Her eyes widened, and she uttered a soft “uh.” Wrapping his arms around her, he worked his hips, plunging into her time and again, mesmerized by the peek of her tongue between her lips.

  He was lost in her. Lost like a drowning man in the middle of the ocean. A man who’d wanted nothing more than to be swallowed alive by the water.

  His brother and cousin stayed by, watching, understanding that he needed this time alone with her. In the end, they’d all claim her and let her decide which she’d be. Remain a human or turn into a shifter or a vampire. Secretly, he wanted her to be a part of his pack, not like Evan, who was grudgingly accepted because of their family ties, but as a full-fledged alpha female.

  She rode him, her body a wave of their desire. Grasping his hair, she held on as she thrust out her breasts to him, beckoning him to take hold of each nipple and ravage them in turn.

  His lust surged through him, catapulting his orgasm into high drive. She felt so right, so good, so utterly perfect that he had no strength to deny his need to sow his seed inside her. Laying back his head just as his inner wolf howled inside him, he drove his cock deeper inside her and roared his release, turning his wolf call for his mate free. She trembled against him, the slight movements escalating to shudders as her orgasm ripped into her.

  Together, they remained, her wrapped in his arms, him lost in her. They were as one body, one heart, and one soul. Soon, if she’d have him, they’d be of one pack.

  He never wanted to turn her loose. To have her body leave his hurt him, emotionally, physically. Yet his brother and cousin wouldn’t be denied their time with her. Reluctantly, he gave her to Tyler and moved away.

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  Emeline had expected they’d have sex again. On the ride to the picnic area, she’d gone back and forth, changing her mind several times. She was frustrated with them, with their unwillingness to give her answers to her questions. As such, she was sure she’d be better off not having sex with them again. Yet with every motion of Evan’s horse, with every touch of his hands and his chest against her skin, her resolve began to falter.

  I’ll make them give me an answer. One way or another.

  She could withhold sex until they told her. Yet, she knew that was a promise her body wouldn’t let her keep.

  They’ll talk after we’ve been together.

  If they didn’t, what would it mean? That she’d trusted them when she shouldn’t have? That they weren’t going to open up to her in the way it really mattered?

  Those thoughts and more had made a wild dash though her mind moments before Derek sank onto the mattress and brought his lips to hers. Now that he’d held her, now that she’d felt his huge cock deep inside her, she knew she couldn’t have kept her promise. Not then and not now as Tyler drew her backward over his legs.

  He wrapped his arms around her, his hands taking charge of her breasts. His chest was hard, as hard as Evan’s had been on horseback, and his cock pressed against her buttocks.

  “I want inside you, babe.”

  She couldn’t have given him an answer. Why should she? Surely he already knew what she’d say.

  His tongue slicked along the curve of her neck, tantalizing her more as the sexual storm built into yet another squall. She wiggled her ass, remembering how his cock had felt the first time, but he didn’t succumb to her charms. At least, not that way.

  Instead, he placed his hand against her back between her shoulders and urged her to bend forward. Taking hold of his ankles, she stretched her body over his legs and waited.

  Ass or pussy? Which would it be?

  He answered her unspoken question, driving his cock into her pussy. The angle, the force was perfect, striking her G-spot dead-on. She cried out in pain-filled pleasure. Her breathing picked up, her heart setting the pace of her pounding pulse. Her body shook, her mind blanking, overwhelmed by her emotions. He’d taken her fast and hard, painfully, blissfully right.

  Tears burned unshed in her eyes as she clutched him and kept his body close. Wanting to give him what he’d given her, she flicked her tongue along his earlobe. “Tell me what you want.”

  He groaned, grabbed a hunk of her hair, and jerked her head back. “You. Tell me you’re mine.”

  She didn’t have time to think, time to wonder if she should answer, much less speak the truth. Instead, she let her heart answer. “Yes.”

  He yanked her hair again. “Yes what?”

  “Yes, I’m yours.”

  Was it her agreement or the skimming of her tongue along her upper lip that pushed him over the edge?

  Like his brother, he threw back his head and shouted his release, sounding so much like an animal. She twisted around and studied his face.

  His eyes. Oh God, his eyes.

  She’d find out the answer soon enough.

  “Come, baby.”

  As Tyler turned her loose, Evan took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Her legs wobbled as her knees threatened to buckle.

  He stroked her cheek, drawing her full attention. Dark eyes touched with a hint of red searched deep inside her. She waited for him to speak, but words didn’t come first.

  Lifting her as though she weighed no more than a feather, he pulled her legs around him. His cock thrust against her wet pussy, demanding entrance.

  “Evan.”

  Still no words.

  She was perspiring from the other two men, and yet, suddenly, the air around them grew steamier. Locking her hands behind his neck, she leaned back, trusting him to hold her. He bent his head and drew in her nipple, his tongue lashing over and around the taut bud, his teeth adding nips of pain.

  Then he was inside her, his cock filling her as the other men’s had, yet his cock was different. Like his personality, like his eyes, like his scent, he was different. No better, no worse. His aroma held a subtle divergence from his cousins. Distinct and separate, as individual as he was.

  His eyes compelled her, willing her to forget the exhaustion that had started to set in after making love with Tyler, willing her to give him everything she could. She felt renewed, refreshed as she tightened her legs around his waist and thrust her hips forward to meet his.

  Their bodies came together with only enough space for him to treat her breasts with his bites and licks. His motion, so steady, so sure, pounded a physical mantra into her head. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the amazing sensations raging inside her. Her breasts bounced and played Keep Away with his mouth. Her pussy didn’t have to squeeze around his cock. His cock already stretched her to the limit.

  Over and over, he slammed into her, his pants echoing hers. All at once, he stiffened right at the moment her body pushed its release once more over the top. She opened her eyes, needing to see his release, and gasped.

  If the rush of her orgasm hadn’t taken control of her, she might’ve screamed. At the very least, she would’ve stared, stunned at what she saw.

  Flaming red eyes blazed at her. No hint of his dark eyes remained.

  Before she could say anything, the wave of her climax broke loose, dragging away all other thoughts. He didn’t shout like the other two men. Instead, he remained as silent as ever until the rumbles of his climax met hers and blended together.

  She was spent. That wonderful, blissful feeling of having been made love to swept over her as he placed her gently on top of the mattress.

  His eyes, the dark mysterious eyes she’d grown to love, were back. Confused, she pulled away and sat up.

  “What happened to your eyes?”

  She knew the moment she asked the question that they still weren’t going to tell her. She reached for her discarded dress and tugged it over her head.

  “Hang on, sugar. You’re not giving us a chance to talk.”

  She shoved Derek’s hand away. “Don’t sugar me. You promised to answer my questions.” Getting to her feet while slapping their hands away wasn’t easy. “Are you going to tell me or not?�

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  Why were they checking with each other? They’d told her they would talk about what she wanted to know. What more did they have to think about?

  “Why do your eyes change color? Why do some people have really big teeth?” The entire scenario was surreal. Was she a character in a fairy tale?

  Move over Little Red Riding Hood. Emeline Newsom’s taking your place.

  Derek drew in a long breath and clenched his teeth. “You need to calm yourself down. We didn’t say we wouldn’t tell you.”

  She eyed them. “So? Tell me. Why have I seen not only your eyes but other people’s eyes change color?” First, she pointed at him and then at Evan. “I saw a yellow color in yours and Tyler’s eyes and other people’s eyes at the Wolf’s Den that night. And I just saw Evan’s eyes go all red. How can that happen?”

  Tyler shrugged at Derek as though wanting his brother to take responsibility for telling her. Evan, however, stayed where he was and crossed his arms. He lifted an imperious eyebrow and studied Derek.

  “So? Derek? Are you telling me or not? If not, then I’m out of here.” If she had to take one of the horses, she’d do it.

  “Get dressed first and then tell me.” She waited, not too patiently, for them to get their clothes on. Although she was eager to hear what they had to say, she still enjoyed the sight of their strong, virile bodies. Bodies she yearned to touch again.

  The men stayed where they were. “Why aren’t you getting dressed?” How did they expect her to think straight with them standing in front of her all sexy and, judging by their growing cocks, ready for another round?

  Keep your head and get answers.

  To do so, she had to look away. If she didn’t, her growing lust for them might take over again.

  “Emeline, try to calm down. Okay?” asked Derek.

  “I am calm. Irritated, but calm.” She glared at him, refusing to let them work their charms on her and make her lose her resolve.

  Derek ran a hand through his hair. “If you’re calm now, you might not be in a few minutes. What we have to show you is going to upset you.”

  Her already jumpy nerves jumped more. “What do you mean you’ll show me? Just tell me.”

  “We have to show you. Otherwise, you’ll never believe us.” Tyler tried to give her one of his endearing smiles, but it wavered and was gone all too soon to do any good.

  “Then do it. Show me.” Funny how her voice had gone from strong and demanding to a weak whisper. Did she want to know? Would she regret finding out the truth?

  Worse. Once they told her everything, didn’t she have an obligation to tell them her secret?

  “We’re werewolves.”

  Chapter Seven

  Emeline should’ve laughed at him. Instead, she got even angrier. “Damn it. Don’t treat me like I’m an idiot.” She glared as hard as she could at Derek. “Fine. You’re not going to tell me. I’m leaving.”

  She’d barely turned around before Evan had her by the arm, forcing her to face them again. “Get your hand off me.”

  “Listen to him.” His dark eyes, tinged with a bit of red, bored into her.

  Suddenly, something inexplicable passed between them, calming her. She had no choice but to hear them out. If she was going to trust them, then she had to start now. As long as they told her the truth, of course. She tried to make any kind of sense from what Derek had said. “You’re telling me you’re werewolves.”

  “Well, they’re werewolves.” Evan stepped back from her and adopted his crossed-arm stance again. “I’m a vampire.”

  She laughed, yet couldn’t shake the feeling that they were finally telling her what she wanted to know. But how could that be? What they were saying was beyond incredible. “Don’t make things up. Werewolves and a vampire? Come on.”

  She pointed at them, accusing them of more than lying. Accusing them of taking her heart and stomping on it. Yet, a part of her recognized the hypocrisy. Until she told them about her past, she was just as bad as they were. But werewolves and a vampire? “You’re crazy. That’s what you are. Either you’re crazy enough to think I’d believe this shit or you’re just plain delusional. Right now, I’m not sure which would be worse.”

  “Please, babe, you have to believe us.”

  “Why, Tyler? Because you said so? Because I should believe any stupid story you tell me?” At that moment, she wanted to hate them. Everything, their lies and hers, would be so much easier to handle if she hated them.

  “Because it’s the truth. Just watch.”

  “Watch what? I don’t—” The words died in her throat. Spots of the yellow color, more like an amber hue, filled his eyes. Instinctively, she backed away. “It’s a trick. First Evan’s eyes and now yours. You’re playing games with me.”

  “Our eyes get more amber in them when our inner wolves get closer to the surface. Closer to our transformation,” explained Derek.

  “This is nuts.” Yet, it was all too clear from all their expressions that they believed what they were telling her. “Werewolves. Vampires. They don’t exist.”

  “Why? Because you’ve never seen one?”

  She wanted to wipe that smug smile off Evan’s face. Instead, she averted her gaze. “Yes.”

  “So you only believe what you see?”

  “Yes.” She struggled to stand her ground, but what he was getting at was clear. Not everything that was real could be seen.

  “Then love doesn’t exist, right?”

  “That’s not the same thing. Love is an emotion. Not a thing.”

  His eyes flared with red again. “Love is a real, live thing. Just because it doesn’t have a physical form doesn’t mean it isn’t real. We love you, baby. You can feel that we do, can’t you?”

  This is not real. I had too much to drink. Did they put something in my drink?

  But she’d barely had more than a couple of sips. Besides, she’d seen Tyler pour the champagne into her glass from the same bottle he and the other two men had poured their drinks from. Besides, they wouldn’t have drugged her. None of them were that kind of man.

  “It’s not the same.” Her tone held no real conviction. She’d always believed feelings were as real as anything she could touch, see, taste, or feel.

  “We need to show you what we are. That’s why we didn’t bother getting dressed.”

  “I don’t know what to think any longer.” Energy drained from her, leaving her feeling very lost and even a little afraid. “Fine. Show me.”

  She’d fallen in love with three men who shared a mental illness. They’d fed into each other’s delusions and now expected her to feed into them, too. Swallowing hard, she was confused and frightened. Could she let them go and move on? Even if they were mentally ill, she still loved them. She’d get them the help they needed, no matter what it cost her financially or emotionally.

  Tyler and Derek stood side by side. They waited as though they expected her to tell them to wave a flag and start a race.

  The sooner they did this, the sooner it would be over. Then the real fight, the fight for their sanity, would begin. “What are you waiting for? Go ahead. Show me.”

  “Don’t run. It’ll be hard, but remember that we’re still Tyler and Derek, the men you care about.” Derek offered her a weak smile. “Remember we want you. Haven’t we told you enough times yet? We want you to be our woman, our mate.”

  “Your mate. As in your pack?” Did werewolves have packs like real wolves did? She almost laughed. They already had her thinking that what they’d said was real.

  “Yeah. We’re part of one of the packs around here called the Shadow Ridge Pack.”

  Down the rabbit hole I go. Please, someone throw down a rope.

  “So there’s more than one pack?” Should she go along with them? Or would doing so feed into their delusion?

  “Yeah, sugar. There are.”

  What the hell? I’m already deep into the fantasy. Why not jump in all the way?

  She looked at Evan. “And what about you? Are there more vampires in Fate?”

  “There are vampires everywhere. We’re just don’t breed like werewolves do.” His eyes sparkled at Derek’s growl. “And we don’t congregate in packs. We’re more independent than our four-footed friends.”

  “Nah, they just hang upside down in caves. Oh, wait. You like lying around in coffins instead.”

  Evan shot Tyler a withering look. “Should I tell her some of the myths about shifters?”

  She drew in a ragged breath. “Please just get on with…whatever you’re going to do.”

  “She’s right. Let’s do this.” Derek planted his feet farther apart. “Now, brother.”

  Emeline stared at the two men and tried to comprehend. Their bodies were changing, the shimmer of their forms making it harder to discern their rugged outlines. Had they hypnotized her somehow? Were her eyes going bad?

  This isn’t happening.

  She couldn’t breathe, yet she could still move. And she would have, if Evan hadn’t enclosed her in a tight embrace.

  “It’s okay, baby. They won’t hurt you.”

  “I can’t—” She stood, transfixed as Tyler’s and Derek’s bodies changed. Limbs cracked and reformed, some growing longer while others grew shorter. Their handsome faces morphed, growing longer, then wider. Fur skimmed along their naked torso. They twisted as though in agony.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes, but they’re used to it.”

  She gasped as the final part of the transformation took them in an even faster speed. Before she could let out her breath, they were two very large, very dangerous-looking wolves down on all four paws.

  “Oh hell.”

  “Werewolves aren’t that bad.” Evan squeezed her tighter. “Are you all right? You’re not going to run, are you?”

  The wolves, their amber eyes glowing, stayed where they were. If she believed anything of the insanity, it was that they wouldn’t hurt her. Not as men or as wolves. “No. I won’t run.”

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