Joining Their Pack [Wolf Packs of Fate 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  What would life be like without them? Could she forget them and learn to love someone else?

  She had to. What other choice did she have?

  Accept them.

  She heard the answer as though someone else had spoken it. Was Garner right? Were they the same men she’d felt drawn to from the very beginning? Other men had asked her out. Other men had shown interest in her. She’d turned them all down, assuming it was because of her past, because of her secret, yet now she had to wonder. Her past, the shame she’d felt, was surely part of it, but it wasn’t the only reason.

  She was their mate. That was what they’d called her. Although she couldn’t completely understand what it meant, she sensed they were right. No matter what form they came in, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she belonged with them.

  Her men.

  They’d been the underlying reason. The one reason she hadn’t allowed herself to think was possible.

  Could she live with three men, two who could change into an animal? She had to find out, and there was only one way for her to do that. At last, she took hold of the doorknob and got back on her feet. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.

  Heather heard the men speaking in low tones. As soon as they saw her on the stairs leading into the large living room, they stopped talking and stood up.

  “Are you all right, baby?”

  Brogan had been angry at her locking herself inside the bathroom. Looking at him now, she saw that he’d calmed down. “I’m okay. Or at least I will be. I’m still shaken, but I’m getting there.”

  Sterling shoved Garner toward her as though choosing him as their spokesperson again. Once he recovered, he stuck his hands in his pockets, acting like a teenager who didn’t know what to say.

  “I understand,” she said. It wasn’t fully the truth, but it would be.

  “You do?” Sterling stepped up beside Garner. “About what?”

  Somehow he could always make her smile. “That’s wrong. I don’t understand how a man can change into a wolf.”

  “Heather—”

  She held up her hand, silencing Garner. “But I do understand a few things.”

  They waited, their expressions hopeful.

  “I understand that you won’t hurt me.” Her gaze slipped from one man she loved to the next. “And I understand that you love me.” She settled her focus on Brogan. “Am I right about those things?”

  “You’re as right as rain.” Brogan took a step closer.

  “I know one other thing, too.”

  “What’s that, baby?”

  “I know I love all three of you. You are what you are, human or…the other…but the only thing that matters is that I love you.”

  They came toward her, and she wanted nothing more than to fall into their arms. Yet she had to see one more time. “Change again.”

  “Why?” Sterling tilted his head to the side. “Won’t you get scared all over again?”

  “So you’re never going to shift in front of me? Can you do that for the rest of your lives?”

  “If that’s what it takes to not frighten you. Yeah,” added Brogan, “we’ll do whatever you want us to do.”

  “Then change again.” Suddenly, she had to know more. “But first, tell me what it means to be your mate. Will I have to be like you?”

  “No.” Garner shook his head but didn’t draw any closer. “You can stay human like me. Or they can change you, if that’s what you want.”

  “I don’t know what I want.” She could see how having the ability to change into a wolf would be exciting, yet unimaginable.

  “Then you take all the time you need.” Garner smiled. “No one will force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Including becoming a werewolf.” He shrugged. “Besides, it’s not so bad being human.”

  “It’s better being a shifter,” quipped Sterling.

  “Will that mean I’m still your mate if I stay human?”

  Brogan crossed the distance between them and took her hand. He tugged her along with him back to the large, lumpy couch. “This is how it is. As our mate, you’ll be considered part of the Shadow Ridge Pack. That’s our pack. We have lots of members, but we all respect each other. Even the human members.” He smiled, taking away a little of the sting in his words. Yet the smile died all too soon. “But as a human female, you won’t be an alpha. As a werewolf, you would be. You’d have more of a say in the decisions the pack makes. Wanting to belong, wanting to take your place will make it harder for you to stay human. You need to know that.”

  “This is all so much to sink in.”

  “We know, darlin’.” Garner and Sterling moved to her other side. “That’s why you need to give it time. You need to think about your decision long and hard. Once you’re changed, you can’t be changed back.”

  “I understand.” A different kind of fear hit her. “If I stay human, does that mean I can’t have your children? Do you want children?”

  “Yeah, we do. And, yes, as a human, you can still have our babies.” Brogan leaned against the cushions, taking her with him. “Our babies can be anything. Human, werewolf, or part of both.”

  She let out a sigh, loving the feel of snuggling against his hard body. The idea of having more children was both exciting and alarming. Would future children remind her of Lucas? Would she grow to resent them? Or would they help her finally put the past behind her? She’d never forget her son, but she wanted other children.

  “We want kids, but we’ll do whatever you say.” Garner added, “You’ve got time to think about it.”

  “Is that what the rest of you think, too?”

  “We won’t push you into anything,” said Brogan.

  “It’s your choice as well as ours, good-looking.” Yet Sterling didn’t seem so sure. “I’ve got to admit that it’ll hurt not having kids, but we’ll make that decision together.”

  “Then I want to stay with you. Can I do that? Do you want me to stay here?”

  Sterling reached around his brother to touch her knee. It was a light yet possessive touch. “Heather, you’re not going anywhere as far as we’re concerned. Don’t worry. We’ve got time to figure all of this out. Until then, just trust us, okay?”

  That she could do. “Okay.”

  “There is one more thing.”

  She stiffened. “I’m almost afraid to hear it.”

  “I think you’ll like this.” Garner put his hand on top of hers. “We were talking while we were waiting.” He checked with his brothers.

  “And?”

  “We want to find your son for you.”

  “What?” She’d whispered, unable to do more.

  “We want to find your son for you,” repeated Garner.

  She couldn’t think straight. Hope and joy swirled inside her. But what would happen if they found him? “And then what?”

  Did her son know he was adopted? Had he been adopted? Or did he live in a foster home? If so, was it a good home? Was he happy and healthy? Questions, old and new, ran through her mind.

  “We know you think about him. What mom wouldn’t? This way you’ll get to find out how he is. You wonder about him, don’t you?” Sterling moved to squat in front of her.

  “Of course I do. But the adoption was a closed one. They won’t tell me where he is or even anything about his life.”

  “Don’t worry. We’ll find out. I promise you we will.” Brogan’s jaw was set in determination.

  How could she not believe them? She wanted to hope, but what if they couldn’t find him? To have that hope die would hurt so much. Still, if they could find out… “I believe you.” She pulled herself straighter. “Now shift. I need to see you again.”

  Brogan and Sterling moved away. As they had before, their bodies began to blur.

  “Are you sure, darlin’?”

  “Yes.” She forced her hands not to shake. “I want to see them. And this time, I’ll be okay.” Nonetheless, she leaned into him, needing the comfort of his strong body as his bro
thers began to shift.

  * * * *

  Brogan’s hand swept along the curve of her breast. He nuzzled his face against Heather’s neck then slicked his tongue along her skin.

  Sterling lapped at her juices, the sound of his need mixing with his brothers’ groans and her whimpers. Pulling her pussy folds back, he drove his tongue into her sheath as his fingers massaged her aching clit.

  She was caught between them, suspended in midair as they formed a sexual triangle around her body. With her legs supported on Sterling’s shoulders as well as having Brogan and Garner hold her, she felt as though she was floating on hot steamy air that drifted around their bodies and into her nostrils.

  After seeing Brogan and Sterling change into wolves again, she’d realized that she had nothing to fear from them. They were her protectors, her trusted allies, her mates. She’d skimmed her hands over them, exploring the way their fur felt, the strength that they exuded, and the sharpness of their claws against her palm. The more she touched them, the calmer she’d grown until, at last, she was laughing as they rubbed their bodies against her. Garner smiled, his eyes filled with love.

  Once they’d changed back, she’d beckoned to them, love filling her as her confidence in her decision grew stronger. Silently, she led the way back to the bedroom.

  She was their mate.

  Mate was such a simple word, and yet it meant so much. With that one word, her world had transformed, her life taking on more meaning than she’d ever thought possible.

  Garner worked his teeth back and forth over her nipple, giving her just enough pain to be pleasurable. He gripped her ass cheek, fondling it as he kept her suspended between his brothers.

  Brogan’s hard cock pressed against the small of her back, wetting her skin with his pre-cum. His fingers plundered her dark hole, loosening her, preparing her for his entry.

  Sterling slicked his tongue over her clit and came up grinning as she did her best to push against him. The thunder of the rising climax was in her ears, propelled along with the race of her pulse.

  She took Garner’s hair and jerked it. “I need you now.” She meant all of them and was sure they knew it.

  Gripping her legs, Sterling kept hold of her as he went to his knees. Brogan followed his lead and went to the bedroom floor, sliding his strong thighs underneath her legs, and placing her ass on top of his legs. Garner sat on the edge of the bed, putting his oozing cock within inches of her face.

  She took his cock, slowly sliding over the length. Now she understood why he tasted different than his brothers. He wasn’t a werewolf. The underlying flavor of wildness was due to their inner animal. Nonetheless, she loved his taste just as much as theirs.

  Slowly, taking her time, she ran her tongue over the soft, loose skin. He tried to push his cock farther inside, but she resisted, flattening her hands against his strong legs.

  “Good, darlin’. Yeah. Suck harder now.”

  She smiled, never losing her grip on him, and gave him what he’d asked for. Slowly, she pulled on him then added a twist as she sucked him in hard and fast. Cupping his balls, she felt them change and guessed it wouldn’t be long before he’d fill her mouth with his seed.

  “Ready or not, here I come.”

  Leave it to Sterling to make a joke a second before he thrust his cock inside her pussy. The laugh that was so close was pushed away by the gasp. He was so thick, so huge as he plundered her pussy, his hands holding her legs tightly, almost painfully.

  The steam enveloping them was now inside her. It had changed, going from a moist heat to a burn that started as a low flicker of a flame into an inferno of desire in a flash of lust. She moaned, the sound flowing over Garner’s cock as Sterling’s dick filled her.

  “My turn.” Brogan’s mutter was deep-throated and filled with every bit of sexual tension she felt. He shifted a little. Then, placing his cock at her dark hole, he eased it inside her.

  She drew in a hard, slow breath as the world around her grew fuzzy. Every bit of her came alive as though she was being reborn solely as their sexual plaything. They filled her not only with their cocks, but with their love.

  Love.

  Yes.

  I can feel it.

  Their love for her combined with hers for them in a whirl of emotions so strong they brought tears to her eyes.

  “Are you okay, darlin’?”

  She pulled out Garner’s cock long enough to answer. “I’m great. I’m happy.”

  He cupped her cheek. “No happier than we are.”

  Giving him a wicked look, she took his cock back into her mouth. She teased him, skimming her teeth along the purple-lined length and earning a quick intake of air from him. Again and again, she wrapped her tongue around him then sucked him, wanting him to give her his creamy seed.

  They held her, her men, as they plunged into her, driving her body toward the other. Still not touching the floor, she held on to Garner’s leg for support but knew they wouldn’t drop her.

  Sterling’s amber-spotted gaze met hers. Now she knew what caused their eyes to change. Now she knew she didn’t need to be afraid.

  They worked together, their bodies writhing and moving together then apart then together again. Perspiration clung to her forehead as Brogan whispered in her ear. Each of them told her the things she’d longed to hear yet had never dared to believe would ever happen.

  “We love you, mate.”

  “You’re our mate, forever, baby.”

  “Damn, you’re so sexy, darlin’.”

  Yet it wasn’t what they said that was important. It was their tone of voice, the inflection of the words, the obvious love that made the words stronger, heavier, and more meaningful. She couldn’t find words to tell them how much she loved them. Instead, she let her body do her talking.

  She erupted first, unable to hold back the force of her climax. Pulling away from Garner, she cried out, eyes closed as she let the release take control. Her mind was a blur, her ears filled with the groans and roars of her men turning their orgasms loose. Warmth filled her from the front and back as her two werewolves shot their cum into her. Her body shuddered, her cry lessening slowly until she went limp.

  They pulled out of her and slowly laid her on the floor. She felt them lie down next to her, like animals curling together for warmth in the wild. A smile formed on her face, but her eyes remained closed.

  She shouldn’t have doubted them, but her past had instilled fear in her that had colored her future. Now she could see clearly.

  Several more times that night, they made love. Sanctifying their union. Solidifying their loyalty to each. She’d join their pack even if she never changed.

  Mate.

  That’s what I am.

  She was one of them as surely as though she’d grown fur and fangs.

  Epilogue

  Six months later

  Savannah, Georgia, was one of the prettiest places Heather had ever seen, yet she couldn’t enjoy the scenery or the friendly faces of the tourists and locals. Instead, she struggled to keep from running up the steps to the front door of the lovely Colonial-style home.

  This is where Lucas lives.

  No. Not Lucas. Caleb. Will I ever get used to calling him that? Or will he always be Lucas to me?

  Caleb Matthews was the adopted son of Michael and Winnie Matthews. They’d checked and double-checked their sources and findings.

  The name was strange, but she’d have to get used to it. Her son’s adoptive parents had given him a new name to go along with his new life. She had no right to call him, even in her own mind, by the name she’d given him.

  She still wasn’t sure how the men had found her son. They’d kept quiet about their progress, probably to keep from getting her hopes up.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Brogan wrapped his arm over her shoulders.

  “I don’t know what I want to do.”

  Her men had worried about her ever since they’d told her that they’d finally found her son.
As soon as they were able, they’d traveled from Fate to Savannah. She hadn’t known at first what she wanted to do, and she still went back and forth, changing her mind often.

  The adoption was a closed one, which meant she didn’t have the right to contact her son. Yet, no matter what the law said, how could she miss out on the chance they’d given her?

  What if she did meet him? She could keep her identity a secret, or she could blow his world apart by letting his adoptive parents and him know who she was. Making a decision this huge was even harder than she’d imagined.

  “Do you want to give it more time?” asked Garner. He rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension there.

  She understood why he was tense. She was tense, too. They’d made the decision to become werewolves and were still learning how to keep their wolves at bay. Without thinking, she rolled her shoulders, too.

  “No. I’m going to decide one way or another.”

  “We’ve got your back whichever way you go,” added Sterling.

  She placed her palm against his arm, needing to feel his support.

  “Someone’s coming out.”

  Caught up in her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed the red front door opening until Sterling had said so. Excitement surged inside her, and her wolf scratched to be let out. Forcibly, she pushed her back down.

  A pretty brunette woman came out first. She had a baby dressed in pink in her arms. Following her was a man who smiled, his pride in his family evident. “That’s them,” she whispered, remembering how they’d looked in the photos the investigator had supplied.

  The man turned around, reaching out his hand to the young boy in the doorway. “Come on, Caleb. We’re going to be late getting to Grandmom and Papa’s house.”

  And then she saw him.

  That’s my Lucas.

  No.

  He’s their Caleb.

  The boy had the face of an angel. Soft brown hair fell across his forehead and into his eyes. He was stocky, a strong boy with a quick and sure steps for his age. If she got closer, would he have her brown eyes?