by Kate Douglas
She’d had group sex before, but never with two men she desired as much as she wanted Jake and Baylor. She stared into the darkness for a few seconds, than sat up.
“Screw it. I’m not going to get any sleep at this rate.” Slipping out of bed, Shannon walked quietly into the main room. The guest room was on the far side of the house, but the low rumble of male voices told her the men were still awake.
Shannon moved silently, praying the floorboards wouldn’t creak and give her away. The darkness was absolute but her Chanku senses helped Shannon find her way even in her human form.
Each day the beast within became more powerful, more well defined. Jake had told her the time would come when Shannon was truly Chanku at all times, merely a wolf existing in human form, not just a woman able to shift to wolf. Already Shannon felt the changes, the subtle differences in all of her perceptions and senses.
In fact…
She paused, aware suddenly, of something wrong. A sense of intrusion, of other.
Quiet laughter came from the men’s bedroom, but the feeling of unease persisted. Shannon sent a light, searching thought toward Jake.
He was in her mind immediately. What’s wrong? Where are you?
In the main room. I was coming to surprise you and Baylor, but something isn’t right.
Did you hear someone?
No. Just a sense, a feeling…
I’m coming. Go into the kitchen. Put the counter between you and the front of the house.
Shannon turned to her right, toward the kitchen. A hand clamped over her mouth. Dragged her against a powerful body.
Jake!
Shannon twisted her hips, swinging her elbow back into a taut belly. Her captor grunted, but held on. She heard the roar of an angry wolf, felt whoever held her, twist and stumble.
They went down, hard. Gunshot splintered the night. Glass shattered above Shannon’s head, the acrid scent of kerosene almost overwhelmed her senses. The shriek of toenails searching for purchase on wood, a loud yip and a snarl…then the clatter of a gun skittering across the floor.
A man screamed. The sound twisted in upon itself, became a loud, sucking gurgle, the hiss of air through blood.
The one holding Shannon turned her loose. He scrambled to his feet but the wolf caught him before he could reach the door. Again, the harsh scream of a dying man.
The cry ended in the crunch of bone, the gurgling rush of air escaping through a torn windpipe.
Shannon wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned her head forward. She shook so hard she knew she couldn’t stand. Fought the nausea that threatened.
“Are you okay?” Baylor knelt beside her, his nude body warm and strong and very comforting.
Shannon nodded. As okay as she could be, considering.
“Come with me.” He brushed his hand over her tangled hair, practically lifted her to her feet. She stood on wobbly legs, lungs heaving, heart still pounding.
Baylor wrapped his arms around Shannon’s waist. Offering comfort, moving her away from the unseen remains of the intruders.
The scratch of a match head against stone, a flash of light. Jake lit one of the lanterns on the kitchen table. Shattered glass and spilled fuel marked the spot where a second lantern had been turned to rubble. The bullet appeared to be buried in the wall just over the sink.
Shannon hated to look, but knew she had to. While Jake scrubbed the blood from his face at the kitchen sink, she walked with Baylor to inspect the first body, the one who had shot at her.
It was the same agent, the one she had mistaken for Richard that first night. His arm, encased in a fabric cast, lay twisted beneath his body. Heart pounding, Shannon turned to look at the other man. Long scratches marred his wrist. She’d never really gotten a good look at his face. Still, she’d marked him well the first time he grabbed her.
Both men had bandages on their heads and abrasions on their faces from Jake’s attack the night they’d tried to kidnap her.
Neither man would ever threaten her again.
Shannon raised her head and looked at Jake. “Will it ever end? Will others just keep coming after us?”
“Bay? What do you think?” Jake dried his hands and face on a kitchen towel, then reached for Shannon.
She drifted into his arms, feeling as if she’d just awakened from a terrible nightmare. The scent of death filled her nostrils and the blood soaking into the wooden floor made this nightmare all too real.
“These are the only two I know of who were part of Bosworth’s plan. They won’t be telling anyone anything now.”
Jake nodded. “Still, we don’t know who, if anyone, they might have talked to.” He kissed Shannon. “Go back to bed. Bay and I will take care of this.”
She nodded, still horribly shaken, and returned to the bedroom. An hour later, Shannon heard a car and Jake’s motorcycle pull out of the yard. She was still awake when they returned, just as the sun spilled its light over the eastern hills.
Chapter 12
Shannon got up and made coffee. When she walked into the main room, there was no sign of a struggle, no hint of the deaths that had occurred just a few short hours ago. Jake and Baylor had cleaned away the blood, the spilled kerosene, the broken glass.
The bodies.
Shannon guessed the agents had joined their brethren in the dark waters of the granite quarry. Neither Jake nor Baylor mentioned the men, though they seemed unusually introspective this morning. They’d showered and changed as soon as they returned, but neither man had wanted to sleep. After so many hours awake, they had to be exhausted. Still, Shannon sensed more than mere fatigue.
What did they feel, knowing four men were dead, four men who would never return to their homes? Baylor insisted they were all loners, men without families or lives outside of the private agency Bosworth had built, but Shannon couldn’t help but wonder if any of them would be missed, now that Bosworth was dead.
She wrapped an afghan around her shoulders and took a steaming cup of coffee out onto the deck. The sun was barely over the treetops and dew still sparkled on the leaves. Shannon heard the door open and close behind her, lifted her chin to receive Jake’s quick kiss.
And Bay’s. Following close behind Jake, he leaned down and kissed Shannon as if they’d known each other much longer than a single day. He stood beside her, one hand resting on her shoulder, almost possessively. Shannon glanced in Jake’s direction, noticed he was as aware of Bay’s lingering touch as she was.
Shannon reached up and patted Bay’s hand. He chuckled softly.
“All the way back here, I thought of what you said last night. That you were on your way to join us. I want you to know that concept has remained uppermost in my thoughts.”
Shannon turned and grinned at him. “I’ll be sure and keep that in mind.”
Jake continued to watch both of them. Shannon sensed his concentrated stare, his tension. Was he jealous? She wasn’t certain. She didn’t sense any deep-seated emotion that might warn her off.
Shannon did, however, sense Jake’s curiosity. She slid her gaze from Jake to Bay and back again to Jake. Definite curiosity, from both men.
The muscles between her thighs clenched and released and Shannon felt a sudden rush of moisture. Maybe, just maybe, she had the solution to the tension affecting all of them.
She set her coffee cup down on the railing. Turned to smile first at Bay, then at Jake. Her gaze lingered on Jake, on the powerful shoulders, the long, lean line of his torso. The tangle of sun-bleached hair. Soon, she would mate with him as wolf. Give herself and her future over to the one alpha wolf who claimed her heart.
For now, though, the thought of loving two men without commitment was oddly tantalizing. Two absolutely beautiful men. She’d taken her nutrient pill this morning.
So had Bay. His second, only twelve hours after the first, but it was easier to remember in the morning.
As if either of them would forget. Shannon wondered if he felt anything at all, if his body had begun a
ny of the subtle changes that led to a life as a shapeshifter.
She stood up and let the afghan fall to the wooden deck. Her nipples tightened in the cool morning air. Goose-bumps covered her arms and legs, raced across her chest and belly. Both Jake and Bay were suddenly alert, their attention focused entirely on Shannon.
Jake’s thoughts entered her mind. Are you sure?
Of course. Are you?
I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. Jake shook his head and grinned. It’s your call. We might as well find out.
Bay twisted his gaze from one to the other and back again, obviously wondering what they discussed as Chanku. Shannon reached for his hand. He took hers without hesitation.
“I have just the thing to relax you and help you get some sleep. Both of you. It’s been a long night and you both need your rest.” Grinning, she tugged lightly on Bay’s fingers. He followed her as if he were sleep walking. Jake shook his head and grinned, then moved ahead to open the door. The three of them walked toward the master bedroom, following Shannon’s lead.
She began with Bay, slipping his T-shirt over his shoulders, slowly tugging his sweats down over his slim hips. When he was naked, his cock angled out from his body and his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, she gave him a push toward the bed.
Bay stumbled, as if surprised by her move. Shannon laughed and turned to Jake while Bay stretched out on the rumpled sheets. She helped Jake out of his clothes, running her palm along the width of his chest, pausing to tease the taut nipple over his heart. She leaned close and licked him there, felt his gasp as he sucked in a quick breath. Then she pointed him toward the bed and gave him a light shove.
Laughing, Jake tumbled onto the bed and stretched out next to Bay. Shannon stood beside the bed and stared at the two men. They smiled back at her, inviting her with heated looks. Bay, so serious yet unbelievably beautiful. Jake, ruthless and perfect, the bite wound on his neck finally fading away to a pale pink scar.
Someday she wanted the entire story, but not now. Now she wanted to experience both of these men, she wanted to know what her future held.
It felt different, here in the morning light, comparing the bodies of two of the most perfect male specimens she’d ever seen. Shannon couldn’t help but think of the night she met Jake, when she’d suffered the attentions of yet another poor lover. Richard and Big Dick were part of a past she had no intention of revisiting. Looking at Bay and Jake, at their perfectly sculpted bodies, their muscular chests dusted with dark hair, the rippling abs and powerful erections standing at attention, she knew she’d never waste another night of her life like that again.
Shannon crawled over Jake’s thighs and straddled his right leg and Bay’s left, locking the men together in a tight grip between her legs. They both raised up to come close to her. Stretching to meet them, Shannon brushed one breast over Bay’s lips, then the other over Jake’s. Neither man needed further invitation. They leaned together, each of them drawing a nipple between his lips, each man stroking her sides with a powerful yet warm and gentle hand.
After a moment, she straightened, smiling at the sound when Jake and Bay released their hold on her. Her nipples stood straight out, glistening dark red against her pale skin. She plucked at the sensitive tips, arching her back, then running her palms along her torso.
Shannon tilted her body close and kissed Jake. His lips parted beneath hers, his tongue tangled, gently at first, than more forcefully, with hers. Jake drew her into his kiss, making love to her mouth, focusing so intently on Shannon she found herself falling into his sensual spell.
She was only peripherally aware of Bay shifting around behind her, of his hard chest pressing against her back, his erect cock sliding up and down the crease between her buttocks.
His fingers found her wet and wanting sex. Sharp teeth nipped her shoulder and Shannon arched into the pain. Bay licked the small bite, then nuzzled her neck. “Lube?”
Jake grunted. Without breaking contact, he reached over Shannon’s shoulder and passed something to Bay. She felt Bay’s fingers stroking the sensitive skin around her ass, felt the cool, slick cream he applied.
His fingers moved slowly, gently against her anus, slipping back and forth in time with Jake’s tongue. Somehow she’d changed position again. Now she lay atop Jake with his fully erect cock pressed between her legs. Shannon still felt Bay’s slow back-and-forth strokes, but her attention focused on Jake and his mouth, Jake and his hot penis brushing over her clit, slipping between her sensitive lips, teasing the entrance to her sex.
Slowly, almost as if by accident, his cock found her warm, wet center and slid home. She felt the hot length of him, felt the hard crown pressing deep, finding the mouth of her womb and pausing there.
At the same time, Bay’s fingers entered more than her consciousness, pressing, teasing, rubbing, then pressing again at her tightly clenched anus. Shannon forced herself to relax, forced acquiescence as first one, two, then three fingers entered her, stretched her…readied her.
Jake slipped in and out, gliding on her natural lubricants. Bay added more cream to his fingers until her passage was soft and ready. When he pressed the broad head of his cock against her anus, it was merely a matter of Shannon pushing back against him to allow entry.
Even so, he felt huge. Already filled with Jake, she shifted her hips, took a deep breath and let it out, then did it again. Bay’s long fingers grasped her hips and she felt him slide into position between her legs, between Jake’s legs.
Jake drove deep with a slow, sure stroke. As he withdrew, she felt Bay push forward.
The broad head of his cock moved beyond the tight muscles, thrusting deep within her. She took quick, sharp breaths against the burning pain, forced herself to relax, to make room for Bay’s cock. He moved slowly, finding a rhythm in time with Jake.
In, out, in again.
She felt him shift behind her, adjusting the height of his hips to a better angle. His hands clasped her hips, his huge penis slid forward, deeper.
At first, it was all about the logistics. Making something so big fit into a passage so tight. Timing each movement with Jake’s to make it work. Shannon concentrated on her breathing, on relaxing her muscles, on the exquisite fantasy of two gorgeous men filling her body at the same time.
The burning subsided when Bay stilled. She’d never taken a man so large, not this way. Shannon wriggled her hips, pressed back against Baylor’s groin, deeply aware of Jake’s stillness beneath her as she adjusted to this new intrusion deep inside her body.
Shannon felt pain each time Bay pressed forward, exquisite, burning pain that tripped over into a dark and dangerous pleasure when he withdrew. His body molded her back, hot and insistent, pressing her down on Jake, holding her tightly to the man she loved.
She was aware of the rough texture of coarse hair on Bay’s thighs, the soft pressure of his balls touching the lips of her sex. Then Jake arched his hips, filling her. Shannon spiraled deeper into pleasure and desire and overwhelming arousal.
Jake arched his hips and drove deep inside Shannon. He felt Bay’s cock slide along his. Separated by the thin tissue between Shannon’s pussy and ass, their cocks were sheathed in nothing more than hot, wet, woman. It felt as if he and Baylor made love to one another, with Shannon the sweet filling in the middle.
Shannon’s breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard as pencil erasers against him. Jake had never experienced pleasure such as this—his cock buried in a hot, wet and swollen pussy, his hands molding and squeezing those two perfect breasts, his thighs pressed down by the powerful thighs of another man.
Grunting with either pleasure or effort, or both, Bay thrust deep. Jake felt the hard ridge of Bay’s cock slipping against his own. Shannon whimpered, totally caught in the moment. Jake tried to enter her thoughts and found only sensation, amazing light and color, pleasure and a dark yet seductive pain.
He took all her sensations into himself, experienced what Shannon felt and grunte
d with each thrust of Bay’s hard cock sliding deep inside her body. Shannon arched, catching Jake by surprise with her sudden orgasm.
He felt the tense clenching of her vaginal muscles, drove deep when she screamed, felt Bay’s solid erection pressing solidly against his cock, both of them buried deep inside Shannon.
Jake opened his thoughts once more, searched for Shannon…and found Baylor. Clear as the spoken word, Bay’s pending climax tipped Jake over the edge. He felt the tight passage trapping Bay’s cock, the soft rise of Shannon’s buttocks against Bay’s groin, the hot, wet, living flesh, squeezing, clasping, spasming out of control.
Jake shouted, the sound tearing, unexpected, from deep within his chest. He arched his hips, driving hard. He reached out to hold Shannon and found his hands clasped tightly in Baylor’s strong grasp.
Forearms straining, they locked Shannon within their embrace, rocking slowly as the final spasms of their orgasm slowed, stilled…stopped on a sigh shared by the three of them.
Bay released Jake’s hands. He lay forward across Shannon’s back, but he held his weight off of both her and Jake, resting on his elbows.
Shannon’s cheek pressed against Jake’s chest, her sweat-dampened hair clinging to his chin and shoulder. He felt her lips, the soft tip of her tongue as she licked slowly at his nipple. Jake’s cock stayed hard, trapped inside her, held in place by Bay’s solid length.
Jake swept his hand over Shannon’s hair, lingered on Bay’s hard shoulder. Baylor raised his head and smiled at Jake over the soft curve of Shannon’s back. His steady gaze lingered for a moment, filled with promise, with a sense of expectation.
Jake sighed beneath the weight of both lovers. His cock stirred within Shannon’s heat, and he felt Bay harden against him. Something seemed to fill his throat, a hard lump he barely recognized.