by Jane Jamison
Joe pushed his cock’s tip against her butt hole and felt her whole body tighten. “Easy, baby.”
“Holy shit.” Casey looked down at her with wonder on his face. She dropped the toy and cupped his balls. “I don’t know what she’s doing with her tongue, but it feels like my whole cock is vibrating.”
Joe slid a finger then another into her asshole, but kept the tip of his cock ready to push into her. “That sounds amazing.” He worked his fingers and felt her loosen up. She was almost ready for him. “She’s so fucking tight. Tight like a vise around my fingers.”
As though to tempt him more, she arched her back, thrusting her round butt at him even more. It was all he could do to keep from coming just at the sight of her.
Joe pulled away, falling back. “I can’t take any more. I’ve got to have my cock inside her.”
“I want that, too.” She twisted around to send Joe a sultry look. “And you in my ass. Now.”
She’d forgotten that she was the submissive. Joe narrowed his eyes, then gave her a quick spank and followed it with two more. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”
She squealed and bucked against him, teasing him to take her. The wolf inside him roared, ordering him to make her his again. He had no choice but to listen to the beast.
Joe grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her hands and knees. She squirmed, fighting against him, her movements only encouraging him. Holding her back against his chest, he carried her to the bed and sat down, pulling her on top of him. He pushed his nose into her hair and dragged in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. Lifting her up, he positioned his cock and brought her back down.
She cried out as his shaft sunk deep inside her ass. He yanked her arms behind her then leaned back, spreading his legs as he thrust his hips upward. Her body bounced on top of his.
“Come here, baby.” Casey moved in front of her, and pushing her legs apart, he asked her, “Tell me you want me, too. Now.”
She shouted her answer. “Yes!”
“Say it the right way. Call me master.”
“Yes, master! I want you, too, master.”
Her hair fell over Joe’s face as he watched his brother shove his cock into her pussy. Casey’s chest muscles worked as he slammed against her crotch, bumping her against him.
Joe lay back, loving the way her body felt. His brother’s thrusts moved her body up and down his, adding to the friction surrounding his cock.
At that moment, the three of them found their bliss together, and their orgasms broke free. Joe’s orgasm shook his body, shuddering against Bonnie’s trembling one. Her juices wet the tops of his legs, and her body plastered to his with sweat. He roared through the sensation, giving into the waves of release that took his body out of his control.
* * * *
Bonnie’s eyelids were half-closed, the wonderful languid feeling following their lovemaking taking her toward sleep, when Joe took her face between his hands. “Bonnie, have you thought about what you want to do?”
She knew what he meant. They’d talked about it several times since the fire, but she’d never told them her decision. Did she want them to change her? She doubted life could get any better than it already was. Would being a werewolf change anything for the better? Or for the worse? She had no doubt that she wanted their children, but did she want them soon? What would Harry think about having siblings?
She prayed they’d understand. “My answer has to be no.”
The hurt in his and Casey’s eyes stabbed her. But she’d made up her mind, and she wouldn’t change it until Harry was grown and out of the home.
“I want to stay human. At least until Harry’s older. He’s had enough changes to adjust to. I don’t want him to have to go through another. At least not yet.”
The ache in their expressions softened. Casey slid his palm down her arm. “We understand. Does that mean you want to wait to have children? Do you even want any more kids?”
She laughed, understanding the hidden meaning behind his question. After what she’d gone through with Harry, she’d given the idea of more children, more teenagers a good hard consideration. Still, the difficult times were well worth the joy a child gave.
“Maybe I’ll change my mind later about having you turn me into a werewolf. But for now, I wouldn’t mind having one or two half-werewolves. Would you?”
“Not if they’re anything like Harry.”
Joe’s praise made her happier than anything else he could’ve said. “I still want to give it a little more time. Let’s get into our new home and let Harry get settled into the community first. Once he’s feeling more at home here, then I’ll feel better about moving forward with kids of our own.”
“It’s harder for a human woman to have a werewolf child.”
Casey was worried for her, and his concern touched her heart. But didn’t he remember that she’d already gone through it once? “Yeah, I already know all about that.”
Joe chuckled at his brother’s embarrassment. “Of course you do, but that doesn’t mean you want to go through it again. We’d never pressure you into having a baby. Not just for us.”
She cupped his cheek. They always put her needs ahead of their own. “It wouldn’t be just for you. When I have a baby, whether that’s before I change or not, it’s going to be ours. I don’t care if it’s werewolf, human, or a bit of both. I’ll love it as much as I love its fathers.”
Casey let out a hard breath. “Wow. Fathers. It’s hard to imagine.”
She shifted so she could study his reaction. “I don’t see why. You’re already a father to Harry. Both of you.”
“And proud of it,” added Joe.
They lay together, letting the emotions between them grow the connection even stronger. The silence of the next few minutes cocooned her, making her sleepy again.
“Bonnie, promise us one thing.”
“What’s that?” She’d promise them anything and do her dead level best to make their dreams come true. It was only fair since they’d already made her dreams a reality.
Casey and Joe exchanged a telling look. “Just promise us that we won’t have to chase you out the window again.”
She giggled and thought about making them chase her anyway. How could she promise not to make them chase her when the capture was so sweet?
She took both of their hands and squeezed. “What? No more wild chases? Sorry. That’s a promise I can’t keep.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff,” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. (To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.)
Born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was (and remains) downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition: to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
; About the Author