by Jane Jamison
They began to undress. Watching them gave her another kind of thrill. But they didn’t go slowly. They didn’t give her much time to savor the display of manly chests gliding over ripped abdomens and down to the vee as they undid one button then the next. She could’ve watched them undress all day.
Oh my.
“Sugar?”
She blinked, forcing herself back to reality. “I’m sorry. Go ahead. Show me.”
It was as though they wanted to show her what they were as quickly as possible. She found she was just as eager to see them as wolves again.
Her pussy picked up warmth as they continued to strip. Shirts fell to the floor, exposing mountainous chests. The muscles in their arms moved like steel tendons working on a human machine. Metal clicked as they undid their big belt buckles. When they started to unbutton their jeans, she almost forgot why they were in dressing. She couldn’t hold back a moan as they shoved their jeans to the floor.
They had her spellbound. No man she’d ever seen had ever looked like them. One by one, she took them in, her gazes going from one granite-like chest to the next. And then downward.
Hell, yeah.
Their cocks were like the rest of their bodies. Strong, powerful, and hard as hell.
She resisted the urge to lick her upper lip. How could three men be so incredible at the same time? Muscles and muscles and then more muscles. Tanned skin that shone under the overhead light. Yet it was the hungry looks in her eyes that had her sighing.
Keep your wits about you.
But, oh, it was so hard not to forget everything just to keep skimming her gaze from one man to the next, drinking in their delicious bodies. She broke her gaze away, determined to regain control of her own body, her emotions riding high.
But she was fighting a losing battle and soon gave in. Once more, she sought them out, the ache to see them simply too irresistible.
Their abdomens were packed, tight, ripped. The muscles in their legs like steel rods running down wide girders. The lines leading down to their curly masses of hair was a signal for her to grab hold and do as she wished.
Keep strong.
She dropped her gaze again, closed her eyes, and willed herself to keep from reaching for them.
She was like most women. She had her fantasies. Fantasies that included men who were supernatural. Men who were under curses that made them change into wild animals. But once they were human again, that wildness would linger in the bedroom.
By the time they’d kicked off their boots, she was gripping the covers and pulling them up over her body. Could they see how turned on she was? Could they see the wetness between her legs? She was almost certain that, as werewolves, they were able to smell her arousal.
“Are you ready, darlin’?” asked Byton. “Do you promise not to run?”
“No. I won’t run.”
Mike cast a suspicious glance. “You said that before.”
She leveled her gaze at him. “I’m not lying this time. I’ll stay here and see what you have to show me.”
“We have to trust her. If she’s going to trust us,” said Darrold, “then we have to trust her.”
Could she say the same thing? Could she trust them? Perhaps she shouldn’t, but she felt she could. No matter what form they were in, werewolves or men, she knew they wouldn’t hurt her. They’d keep their word to turn her loose once she’d listened to them. If she decided to leave.
She had to swallow before she could say the word. “Change.”
Mike glanced at the other two men then nodded. At once, their bodies began to change, growing blurry, making her doubt her vision. Yet she’d seen it before, and she was seeing it again.
Cracking bones splintered the air, making her cringe. She remembered that sound, too. Fur skimmed over their flesh as body parts shortened while others elongated. Tails sprouted as the men fell to the floor landing on all four paws.
Her breath came out raspy and shallow. “It’s real. You’re real.” Not that she’d doubted it, but the knowledge of what they were was still overwhelming.
They padded toward her, one of them on either side of the bed, the other jumping onto the end of the bed. She let out a small yelp and gripped the sheets. But they wouldn’t hurt her. She knew better than that. Yet having three enormous wolves so close to her was unnerving.
Darrold, the black wolf, lay down next to her and placed his head on her thigh. She jerked her hands back but lowered her legs, straightening them out. He repositioned, getting into a more comfortable position. Amber eyes looked up at her, and she would’ve sworn she saw a plea there.
Byton, the golden wolf, took the same position on the other side of her. He, too, laid his head on her.
Mike, the light brown wolf, padded toward her until he was between her legs. At once, she felt the sensation running through her again, just as strong as it had been before but in a different way. Not in a sexual way, but somehow, acknowledging them as being important to her, confirming to her heart that they were indeed her mates. She wasn’t even sure what the word mate meant, but she could feel that they were right. She was their mate.
They waited for her to speak, to tell them what to do, like well-trained dogs. But these were no dogs. These were wild animals that could tear her apart with one swipe of their enormous paws. As animals, they were magnificent, perfect specimens. Yet as men, they were even more amazing.
She reached out and placed her hands on Darrold and Byton. Their fur was coarser than she would’ve imagined. Yet it was still tantalizing as she skimmed her hand over their fur. A pleased growl rumbled through their large, powerful bodies.
She relaxed, letting herself enjoy the experience. She stroked them then scratched their ears. An almost human grin formed on Byton’s mouth. Was he telling her he enjoyed it? Or was she imagining human emotions with an animal?
A shove against her foot reminded her that Mike was between her legs. His amber eyes looked up at her, yet there was no plea in them. Instead, there was a demand. The human that he was, the man that was inside the animal, still wanted her, still needed her. Again, the sensation of the connection wound through her, bringing her blood to a boil. She’d lusted for them as men and could no longer wait.
“Change back.”
They did so quickly, faster than they had before. Was it because they were as eager as she was? In a matter of moments, they had returned to their human forms. She started to reach out to them, but they beat her to it.
Darrold put his mouth to her tit, engulfing it with his mouth. His tongue lashed over the hard nub, making it even harder. He gripped the back of her neck and rubbed it. His fingers tunneled through her hair before clutching it and holding her there.
Byton copied his cousin by latching onto her other nipple. His teeth tortured it, and his tongue lashed over it as his hands slid between her legs. Just as he was about to slip his fingers between her folds, Mike pushed him away.
“Keep to your side, brother.” Mike lay down between her legs, pushing them apart, and slid his tongue over the top of her folds. She shivered at the rough wetness of his tongue as it matched the heat flaring inside her pussy.
They devoured her, their mouths everywhere, their hands everywhere. As they caressed her, they murmured words like mate and faithful and forever. Those were words she’d longed to hear for so many years.
Darrold trailed his kisses along the curve of her breast and upward until he nuzzled her neck. He took her hand and placed it behind his neck, telling her to hang on. As she dug her fingers into his hair, clutching his hair, copying the way he held hers, he continued his kisses down her arm then jumped to the side of her breast and trailed his lips along the curve of her body. His tongue led the wet trail down her side and over the curve of her hip.
Pausing, he glanced up at her. “I want my cock inside your ass. Tell me now if you don’t want that.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded. Maybe she wouldn’t enjoy it with someone else, but with any of them? It would be a
heightened pleasure.
“That’s my sugar,” he said then smiled a wicked smile.
The sensation that had been great before was now beyond belief. It swirled inside her, pulling at her abdomen, calling for her pussy to get even hotter. She could barely stand the sensation. And yet, she never wanted to let it go. If this was the connection they spoke of—and she was sure it was—then she was indeed their mate.
Byton cupped both of her breasts. He bent low and gave her a sweet kiss on her mouth. But sweetness wasn’t what she wanted. At least not the sweetness that came from a kiss. She moved her attention to his long, erect cock.
Give it to me.
No more than she’d had the thought, he understood. “Okay, darlin’, don’t get in a rush.” He got on his knees and leaned his body closer, putting his cock within inches of her face. She drew his cock into her mouth then lashed her tongue around it again and again, drinking up his sweet, musky flavors. Hollowing her mouth, she sucked on it as she watched his eyes lighten with bits of amber. She’d never particularly enjoyed giving a blowjob, but this was different. He was different than any other man she’d ever known. The three of them were better, more entrancing, more dangerous than any men she’d ever known. She sucked hard again as she worked her head back and forth.
Byton stilled as he gazed down at her. The love in his eyes was all too evident. “You don’t have to work so hard. Let me do it.” He moved his hips back and forth, going easy at first, until she adjusted to his rhythm. “That’s it, darlin’. Just take it easy. Don’t let me choke you.”
She almost did choke, however, when Mike put his mouth to her pussy, spreading her folds and driving his tongue over her clit then into her dark depth. Her grip on Byton and Darrold tightened as she held on for dear life. Mike was eating her whole as though she was the only meal he would ever have again.
She spread her legs wider. Giving herself to them was easy, effortlessly, the one thing she’d wanted to do from the first moment she’d seen them.
Darrold moved her ass cheeks apart as he pushed her onto her side. His finger slid into her dark hole, forcing her tight muscles to give way. “Just open up for me, sugar. It won’t hurt with me. I promise. A slight pain will come and go before you know it.”
Her thoughts jumped to lubrication. But did werewolves need that? She didn’t ask. Instead, she would trust them.
Mike feverishly lapped up her juices, the sounds echoing around the room, driving her crazy. He lifted her legs over his shoulders then pushed his face against her even harder. Fingers were added to her pussy, pumping as he tortured her clit.
Her body throbbed from their attention. Her mind swirled with lust-filled need. She cried out, not even realizing what she said. Yet whatever she’d said, they reacted the way she wanted them to.
Mike lifted up onto his knees and pulled her to him, eliciting complaints from the other two men. With the look in his eye that was part animal and part man, he shoved his cock into her pussy. She screamed as the friction set up immediately, a fire meeting fire as the desire flamed inside her.
Darrold, as though not wanting to be left out, put his cock to her dark hole. She doubted she would’ve survived if he’d shoved it inside her. Instead, he eased it inside, a delicious counterpoint to Mike’s hard thrusts.
She’d wanted them. She just hadn’t known just how much. Or perhaps she had but hadn’t been able to admit it. Whatever the reason, she had them now. Could she ever let them go? Could she leave and never look back?
Their bodies slowed together, one easing his cock out as the others moved in. Byton caressed her cheek as he pumped his cock into her mouth. She held on to his length, cupping his balls with her hands and seeking his eyes to ensure she was pleasing him. She could feel him tense, the blood flowing to his cock increasing until she knew his release would soon come. Part of her wanted to back off, to make him last longer, but she couldn’t let go. Instead, she increased her hold on him, sucking, then releasing, then sucking again. She was right. He didn’t last much longer. With a growl that sounded very much like a wolf, he tensed, gripping her hair tighter. With another growl, he let out a curse word and fell backward.
“No,” she complained. “I wanted to taste you, to drink you.”
But the disappointment was gone quickly with another thrust by Mike, another shove by Darrold. Taking her underneath her arms, Darrold pulled her toward him as he went to a sitting position with his back against the headboard. Mike growled at him then repositioned himself between her legs. He shoved his cock back inside her pussy.
She was caught between the two men and loving it. The men, their bodies working in unison, fucked her relentlessly. She could barely breathe, but she wasn’t about to tell them to stop. Her body would not have let her. The fire inside her was a raging inferno, as her body stiffened, readying for her own release.
Each man took a breast. Each man fondled a nipple. Each man held her to him as though claiming her forever as his very own. But she would no longer be one man’s woman. No longer would she be satisfied with just a man. Instead, she needed men who were part animal. Men who were wilder than any man who had been a part of her fantasies. Men who were not at all like Bill.
She’d wanted a more forceful lover, and now she had three. She’d wanted a man who would take her, claim her, and make her his. And now she had three.
Mike tensed, and then Darrold tensed, almost immediately after. If her own climax hadn’t been surging through her body, she would’ve begged them not to release too soon. But she couldn’t ask of them what she couldn’t expect of herself. Instead, she did the only thing she could do. She gave into her orgasm at the same time the men gave into theirs. Their groans matched her cry as they spilled their seed. Darrold pulled out a moment before he released, but Mike kept his cock inside her.
Did we just make a child?
Surprisingly, she didn’t find the question frightening.
Her body shuddered through her climax, giving her no time to think more thoughts. She was simply emotion now, reveling in the connection burning between them.
As Mike slumped over her then fell onto his side, she exploded, yet again. Her body shook as the orgasm trembled its way outward. Her juices flowed between her legs and onto the bed. She stared at the ceiling as Mike and Byton roved their hands over her trembling body, once again, whispering those wonderful words.
Mate.
Faithful.
Forever.
Those words meant more than they ever had before. They were now a part of her, a memory, something she would treasure forever. As she lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, she waited for her breath to even out and her heart to stop pounding.
I’m happy. Really happy.
In that moment, she swore she’d never leave them. Just as they’d claimed, she was their mate and they were hers.
The ringing of her phone on the nearby table pulled her attention away from the wonderful, floaty feeling of after-sex glow.
Shit.
It has to be Bill.
Had he called while she was recovering? Was he worried? Somehow, she doubted he was.
Darrold caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Do you need to get that?”
“No, don’t,” urged Byton.
Mike simply shook his head, giving his silent opinion.
Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t answer the call. Not now. Not when she was with them. “No.” She cleared her throat, but she couldn’t get rid of the knot forming there. “If it’s important, whoever it is will leave a message.”
Bill.
Granted, she and Bill hadn’t had sex in a very long time. Neither of them had seemed to want sexual intimacy. That fact was just another example that their relationship had died before they’d wanted to admit it.
Shit. What am I going to do?
Chapter Six
Malia had talked the men into leaving her alone, giving her some time for herself. She’d said she was tired, and she wa
s, but that wasn’t the real reason. She looked down at her phone and saw the recent call from Bill. He’d left a message, which was unusual for him. Still, she needed to call him back. She had to tell him about the men. She had to tell him that she no longer loved him. That she hadn’t loved him for a long time. Instead, she’d been in a rut, complacent with an easy, safe relationship even as she’d dreamed of a more exciting one. Until she’d come to Forever, she just hadn’t realized it.
She’d said their relationship wasn’t working any longer, but had he heard her? Was he calling to tell her she was right? Or to ask her to try again?
She felt caught in the middle between Bill and the three men. How could she tell any of them about the other? The men knew she had a boyfriend, but she hadn’t given them any details. Did they care? Whatever their thinking, she had to tell them. But first, she’d tell Bill. She bit her lower lip and reached for her phone then jerked her hand back.
I just can’t. Not right now.
Coward.
She’d tell Bill first, and then she’d tell the men how she felt. That, although she was afraid of a future with werewolves, she knew she could never leave them.
Bill first. Then the men.
Enough thinking about it. Just do it.
She looked around the room in desperation, knowing she couldn’t tell Bill while in the men’s home. To do so would feel strange, almost like a betrayal. Yet she doubted the men would let her go. Not that they’d force her to stay, but if they touched her, or looked at her with lust in their eyes, she’d never be able to leave even for a short time.
Could she slip past them? She knew the answer to that was no before she’d finished the thought. She had to find another way out of the house.
As she crossed the room, a flash of light struck her from the window. Sunlight streamed through the glass and gave her an idea. Sticking her phone in her pocket, she opened the window then leaned out and checked the slope of the roof. If she remembered correctly, a trellis ran along one side. If luck was with her, it wouldn’t break under her weight.
