by Jane Jamison
Her breasts bounced prettily until Wick covered them with his hands. “Better get it done fast, man. I’m not going to wait much longer.”
“I second that,” added Shane as he moved to sit beside her, adding his weight to keep the rocking of the swing to a minimum. “In fact…”
Without warning, Shane lifted her up, taking her away from both of his brothers. They snarled, their wolves angry and rising to the surface, but Shane only laughed. His laughter, however, turned into a satisfied groan as he brought her down on top of his lap.
Shane’s eyes met hers as his cock pushed into her pussy. “Damn, how I need you.”
Tasha gripped his shoulders, hanging on as he drove into her, riding her up and down. His cock pushed the limits of her pussy, setting up a delicious friction that made the burn inside her hotter. The storm inside her built higher, too, driving to its culmination. Closing her eyes, she let the fiery whirlwind take her, sending her flying as the orgasm burst free.
Shane gripped the back of her neck. “Open your eyes. I want to see you come.”
She did as he’d ordered and saw his own release strike him. Tensing, he kissed her hard then drove into her one last time. His growl flowed into her mouth as he shot his cum into her. Clinging together, they forgot the other men existed.
At least until Paul lifted her away from Shane. “I’m taking her back, you ass.” His chuckle warmed her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her. “Speaking of ass…”
“And pussy, damn it.” Wick shoved a slumped Shane out of the swing. “Give her to me.”
“Fine. Don’t tell you I never gave you anything.”
She spread wide as Paul placed her onto Wick’s lap. “Funny, guys. Real—” The last word was lost as Wick took her by the neck and pulled her mouth to his. His kiss was needy, urgent, and captured her cry as his cock drove into her pussy.
Paul’s hand on her back eased her forward. His fingers played with her dark hole, preparing her, working her tight muscles. Thankfully, lube wasn’t needed with werewolves. That was just one of the many things she’d come to love about their alter-selves.
The swing swayed as Paul slipped his cock into her asshole. Gripping Wick’s shoulders, she pushed against him even as he shoved his hips forward, driving his cock deeper. Amber flared in his eyes, and not for the first time, she wondered what it would be like to be a female werewolf and make love to their animals.
Shane watched, speaking to her again of love and fidelity, of the life they would share. He spoke for all three men, telling her how lucky they were to have found her. She wanted to tell them she was the lucky one but couldn’t find the breath, much less the words, as Paul and Wick rammed into her, capturing not only her body but her heart between them. They’d brought her wild side to life, yet she wanted them to bring another, even wilder side of her to life.
Soon, I’ll tell them. Not later. Soon.
The three of them moved together like a well-oiled machine, each giving, each taking. The storm that had already come to shore once rose up again, doubling then tripling in intensity. She arched her back, giving Wick her breasts to ravish, her ass cheeks for Paul to keep her steady.
“You’re our mate, now and forever,” said Paul in a tense voice.
“I am. And you’re mine. All of you. I love you.” She’d barely gotten the words out between gasps for air.
They spoke at once, almost simultaneously declaring their love for her.
“We love you, too, baby.”
“We all love you, darlin’.”
Paul’s breath warmed her ear. “I love you. We love you. Never forget.”
How could she ever forget? Joy filled her.
Suddenly, Shane grabbed her by the hair. “Do you want to become one of us? It’s your choice. Do you?”
She’d thought about being changed often enough to have come to a decision before today. “Yes. Change me.”
Soon had come sooner than she’d imagined it would.
“Now?” asked Wick.
“Yes. Now.”
“Are you sure?” asked Shane. “It’s not an easy thing to go through.”
She didn’t care. Whatever she had to endure would be worth it. The storm swirled, moving faster, ready to obliterate her. “Do it now.” Her orgasm threatened to take the ability to speak from her. “Now!”
Fangs erupted from Wick’s mouth as he cupped her neck again and put his teeth to her skin. As his fangs sank into her flesh, her climax broke free. She screamed, more from the release than from the pain searing into her neck. The world spun around her as Paul and Wick gave freedom to their climaxes.
* * * *
I have to run harder, faster.
The thought wasn’t like a thought would be while Tasha was in her human body. They weren’t comprised of words but consisted more of emotions, sensations, and feelings no human words could ever hope to describe.
Tasha’s tongue lolled from her mouth as her feet dug into the dirt. The wind blew through her fur as she lengthened her stride, determined to keep pace with the men.
They’d told the truth about the transformation. For two days, she’d been deathly ill, certain she’d die. At times, even wishing she’d die. Yet they’d stayed by her side, reassuring her, telling her how much they loved her.
She’d wanted to run with them the minute she’d started feeling better. Together, they’d guided her through her first shift, and now, three days later, she was an old pro at it. Of course, it still hurt, but the end result was well worth it. They’d unleashed her wild side, and she was thrilled that they had.
She ran faster, getting even with the other three wolves. Glancing at the full moon above them, she smiled a wolfish smile.
Home.
Once they made it home, she’d take them to bed and show them her real wild side.
THE END
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