by Jane Jamison
Did they plan this? Again, the idea that they were doing a striptease hit her. So what if they were? She’d enjoy the hell out it.
Garron’s light hair made a T on his chest then trailed downward toward the darker blond below. As though born a perfect counterpoint to his friend, Eric had less hair on his chest, but the line going down was thicker, darker.
The men toed off their boots and unzipped their jeans. Her gaze fell to the V their opened jeans made and to the curly mass below. Their bulging crotches kept their jeans from falling to the floor.
“So you have to get out of your clothes before you transform into tigers?”
“Unless we want to rip them apart.”
Eric chuckled. “Yeah, baby, we’re not like Superman. Our clothes don’t change with us.”
She shrugged. “How am I supposed to know?” She waved her hand, gesturing for them to continue. “Keep on going.”
They waited, giving Garron enough to time to ask. “Are you sure, Jane?”
“I’m sure.” Her breathing quickened. “Why white tigers? Especially in Texas? Don’t you stand out around here?”
“Why not white tigers?” Garron shoved his jeans to his ankles then kicked them off. “We are what we are just like you. Why are you a girl? No reason. You just are.”
Eric ran a hand over his oh-so-packed abdomen. “Baby, there are all kinds of shifters from werewolves to werebears and everything in between around these parts. Hell, around the world.”
“I know.” She’d read as much. Yet hearing about them was a lot different than reading about them online.
“You do know your aunt and uncles, not to mention most of the people you’ve met, are shifters, don’t you?” asked Garron.
“Yes. Aunt Ruth told me. I’ve been surrounded by shifters this whole time and didn’t even know it. But it makes sense. All the feline references, the amber eyes, the lack of dogs. Why didn’t I see it?” She shook her head as though to get rid of any confusion. “Then again, who would if they didn’t know shifters were real?”
“Are you ready, baby?” Eric’s cock moved up and down as he placed his hands on his hips.
Ready to have you on top of me? Hell yeah.
The longer they were together, the more comfortable she became. She wanted them, her body calling for theirs, but could she handle what they were?
“Remember, you don’t have any reason to be afraid,” reminded Garron.
“I remember.” She pulled her knees to her chest. “Go on.”
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, their bodies began to blur. She blinked, and then rubbed her eyes although she was sure it would do no good.
Oh, my God.
Chapter Five
Eric’s and Garron’s arms bent in strange angles. Their heads blurred even more before changing shape, snouts forming where noses had been. Fur flowed over skin like rainwater running downhill. Their hands grew larger as fingernails somehow disappeared to be replaced with claws. Awful sounds came and it took a moment before Jane realized that their bones were breaking to take different angles, sizes, and lengths.
They’re changing into animals.
Within a minute or so, they dropped to the floor, the men no longer there. Instead, two very large and very beautiful white tigers stood on either side of her bed.
“Holy hell.”
Their amber gazes locked onto her. If they wanted to hurt her, she’d be defenseless against the two massive beasts.
She didn’t know whether to run or to stay as still as possible. Had they told the truth? Would their tiger minds remember who she was?
“Eric?” He was definitely the white tiger she’d petted in town. She recognized the small black mark near his left eye.
The tiger tilted his head then sat on its haunches. It lifted its paw and licked itself. He was just as amazing as she remembered.
“Is that really you, Garron?” It was a silly question since she’d seen him shift. And yet, she’d had to ask. Had to see if he’d give her any indication that the man still existed.
She let out a small cry as Garron lifted both paws and placed them on the bed. He stretched out his neck as though offering her a chance to touch him.
Did she dare? Eric hadn’t hurt her so why should Garron?
Tentatively, she reached out. An inch from touching him, she paused and reconsidered what she was about to do. Carefully, she put her hand flat on the top of his head.
He’s so soft. Just like Eric.
“This is okay, right?”
Purrr.
Like Eric had done before him, he gave her an answer. She let out a breath and crawled closer to the edge. Stroking Garron was both exhilarating and frightening. She kept tunneling her fingers through his fur and listening to him purr.
A low growl came from Eric. He mimicked his friend and put his paws on the other side of the bed.
She could still feel the connection between them, but it had changed, calming her. “Don’t get jealous, Eric. I’ve already petted you, remember?”
His tongue slicked along her ankle. She laughed as she moved into the middle of the bed so she could pet both of them. “This is fantastic. I wish I could tell my friends, but no one would ever believe me.”
Both of them growled a low warning. Maybe it was the connection or maybe only her imagination, but she imagined she understood what they’d said. “Don’t worry. I understand. I won’t tell anyone about you or the rest of Twisted. If I did, they’d lock me in a facility for the mentally ill.”
Jane continued to stroke them, loving the feel of their fur against her skin. Their power radiated from them to her as though they could give her their strength. Their satisfied purrs were like a soothing meditative chant. Her mind began to wander.
What would it be like to be an animal? Not only an animal, but one so magnificent as the white tiger? She could imagine how it would be to find herself inside one of the large bodies, to have long fangs and claws. They could change together, play and wrestle together, and run under the stars.
They stayed where they were for a long time as she stroked them and they simply purred. Their eyes closed at times and their tails swished back and forth. Although they were dangerous animals, they were hers to command, hers to claim, hers to love.
I love them. It doesn’t matter what body they’re in, they’re still the same people. They’re still the same men underneath the fur.
Hadn’t her aunt told her? “Don’t worry about the packaging.” Her aunt was right. It didn’t matter what form love came in.
At once, she had her answer. Hours of reading everything she could find hadn’t given her the answer she’d needed. Only a few minutes with them had been able to give that to her.
“Change back.” Jane pushed away from them, unbuttoning her jeans as she did. She removed her blouse, followed by her bra. “I need you as men now. Give me my men.”
The bed dipped low then sprang up as the tigers pushed away. Their bodies began to blur again and the awful sound of breaking bones made her cringe. Before long, they straightened up, returned to the manly forms.
Eric threw his body on top of the bed, sending her bouncing. She laughed as he grabbed hold of her ankles and tugged her to her back. Garron ripped off her panties with his teeth.
They were incredible as beasts, but as men they were so much more. They leaned over her, their expressions hungry and their eyes clouded with passion.
Jane let her fingertips stroll over the ridges of Eric’s abdomen. Loving the feel of his hard body, she trailed her fingers down toward his huge cock. How could such a slight touch drive her insane with lust? Her gaze darted between their cocks. Their shafts were both thick and long, beyond any cock she’d ever seen. Was it because they were shapeshifters or white tigers?
Eric’s cock curved at the end, teasing her. Once his cock slipped inside her, the bulbous tip would slick across her spongy patch of skin and send her into wild abandon. She bit her lower lip, already experiencing a thri
ll simply at the thought of him inside her.
Garron’s cock was longer and his balls were a bit bigger. Although he didn’t have the curve Eric did, his thickness and length made her mouth water. If only she could have both cocks inside her pussy at the same time to compare them! They’d give her pleasure in different ways, each unique to the man.
Her heart threatened to erupt out of her chest. Her breasts rose and fell along with her rapid breaths as they eased their bodies over hers.
Their expressions were intense, their fiery amber-lightened gazes scouring her body. They liked what they saw and she was pleased.
“You’re exactly what we’ve always wanted,” said Garron.
“But I’m not a shifter. Don’t you want your mate to be a shifter like you?” There. She’d said it. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized her fear. Wouldn’t they want a woman like them? One who would understand what being a shifter, being a white tiger was really like?
Alarm trickled its way into her, waiting for them to say something, anything. The sparks of electric connection zipped through her body, at once exciting and comforting her. She needed them as much as she needed air to breathe.
Garron tilted his head. “We love you. We want you. If you want to stay human, then stay human.”
“But if you want us to change you, we can,” added Eric.
Like them, she could become a beautiful white tiger with amazing power and graceful movements. “And our children? We will have children, right? Weretiger children?”
“If you want. But they could be born weretiger, half shifter, or human.” Garron gave her a sly look. “What do you want to be, sugar? Cat or human?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then think about it. Once it’s done, you can’t change back.”
Eric’s warning sent a chill down her spine. She’d almost told them she wanted them to change her, but now she hesitated.
“Let’s talk about it later.”
Garron placed his palm against her leg, his gaze cast downward toward her pussy. “Spread.”
It was an order as well as a plea, too. She moved her leg to the side.
Garron’s bent low, putting his body between her legs. His palms skimmed over her legs as he trailed them with his tongue. She shivered, already anticipating his next move. “Just one lick, right? That’s all it takes.”
Eric nibbled at her nipple, catching it between his teeth. After a quick bite, he let it go with a pleasurable pop. “That’s all it took for us. What about you?”
Jane ran her palm over his arm and reveled at the barely contained strength of it. “Yes. One lick and I knew. I just didn’t know I knew.”
“But now you do.”
She smiled at Eric and stroked his cheek. “Yes. Now I do. I love both of you.”
Garron knelt between her legs then flicked his tongue over her pussy lips in a gesture so intense yet gentle she was caught between a cry of joy and need. “Please, Garron. Lick me some more.”
Her hand went searching along Eric’s body. When she found his cock, she encircled it with hers and felt him jerk. His skin was hot, burning her palm as his cock twitched with life. It throbbed, telling of its incredible power.
Garron’s spread her lips and swiped his tongue over her pussy. A flood of throbbing need burst out of her, her juices flowing for him to drink. She whimpered, giving him permission, begging him to go on.
Blowing a low growl along her pussy lips, Garron whipped his tongue around her clit. He licked her, dragging his tongue hard against it. The sounds of him lapping her up turned her on more than she could’ve imagined. Quick flicks drove her insane, and just as she was about to explode, he backed off and made an agonizingly slow circle around her clit. He drove his tongue into her pussy, and then lightly over her clit.
Eric put his cock near her. “Just one lick, baby.
“Just one? Not a chance. I want more.”
With a quick flick, she swiped off the pre-cum hanging on the tip of Eric’s cock. He groaned and pushed it into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked as hard as she could, wanting to draw out his delicious taste. He moaned again and cupped the back of her head to help her. Back and forth, up and down she slid, watching the delicious torture play out on his face.
What Garron was doing to her with his mouth and tongue, she imitated and did for Eric. Their sounds of intense pleasure filled the room.
She couldn’t hold on to Eric’s cock any longer. Instead, she pulled away then pushed at him, silently begging him to slide lower. Eric understood her plea and inched downward, tracking his tongue along her skin.
Their hands, tongues, and lips slid over her skin, caressing, fondling, bringing goose bumps. She spread her legs even wider as Garron wrapped his arms under her legs and flattened his palms against her to hold her down. Her body writhed and bucked, unable to withstand the pain and the ecstasy they gave her. She wanted to get away, to catch a moment of sweet relief. And yet, parting from them was the last thing she wanted. She gave herself to them in a rush of sinful seductions.
Eric shifted, dragging his tongue over the rise of her hip then toward her butt. He pushed, taking her onto her side. “It’s time, Garron. Grab the tube out of my jeans’ pocket.”
“Bullshit. You get it. I’m not letting go of her.”
Eric’s lip lifted into a silent snarl as he rolled out of bed and snatched up his jeans. A moment later, he held up the tube. “This time I’m ready, baby.”
“Then get over here and get busy, tiger-man.” She giggled, loving her new nickname for them.
Eric jumped on the bed, his cock bobbing up and down. He fell at her side and popped open the tube.
Eric rubbed the cool gel around her puckered lips then into her anus. “I love fucking you from behind.” He pulled her butt cheeks apart and pressed his cock against her.
Although she’d seen how large he was and remembered how he’d felt in the pond, she was still thrown by the firmness of him. “Now, Eric.”
She cried out in pain and in pleasure as he pushed his cock inside her, easing it in, then setting up a rhythm. His hand held her hip, keeping her from rocking too much.
Thrust after thrust, he sank his cock into her. “You’re. So. Tight. Just. Perfect.” His breaths punctuated his words.
Garron lifted her leg and rested it on top of his. Moving into position, he gave her a lust-filled look, then pressed his cock at her pussy’s opening.
“Fuck me, Garron.”
Jane gasped as he slammed into her. Her vaginal walls gave way in a pleasured protest. Over and over he plunged his cock deeper and deeper.
Friction heated both her ass and her pussy then traveled outward, burning into her abdomen as they possessed her. Garron caught her breast and massaged her nipple with his thumb.
Together, the men she loved shoved their cocks into her, catching her in the middle. She held onto Garron’s shoulders as best she could, but they were the ones setting the pace.
Eric growled and gripped her ass, swatting her butt cheek not once, but twice, and then a third time. Her skin burned with his spanks and she ached for more. He clutched a hunk of her hair and yanked her back, then nibbled on her ear. “Tell me you want it harder.”
“Harder, Eric. Harder, Garron.” Her body shook from not only their poundings but the roar of her climax as it gathered speed. Her body tensed and relaxed with their movements, readying for her ultimate release.
Tensing again, the pressure inside her built higher and higher until it reached its limit. Something had to give. If not, she’d break apart. She cried out as her release drove her over the edge.
Garron threw back his head and let out a cry that was half growl, half groan. His hot seed burst inside her even as Eric tensed, uttered a curse word, then pulled out his cock and turned to spill his cum onto the end of the comforter.
They lay together, each caught up in their own passion, each lost in the rush of sensations flooding them. Jane reached for the both of them,
needing to touch their hands, aching to stroke their faces. Heavy panting filled the air, but the sounds soon grew fewer and farther between.
“So how do you do it?” she asked.
Eric went to his side and propped his head on his hand. “How do we do what?”
Garron copied his friend. “You want to know how we can change you into a weretiger.”
She playfully bopped him on the nose. “You’re so smart. So tell me. How’s it done?”
Concern flashed in Eric’s eyes. “Are you saying you want us to change you? We’d be claiming you, too, although nowadays the claiming is considered done when you accept us as your mates. You don’t have to change. Are you sure you’re ready to make that commitment?”
She didn’t need to think about it any longer. “Yes.”
“But are you sure you don’t want more time?” Garron looked as worried as Eric did.
“Oh, so that’s it. You’re those kinds of guys. The tell-her-they-want-her, but-won’t-claim-her kind of guys, huh?” She grinned.
“You know we’re not.” Garron pushed a curl away from her face. “But this has happened really fast. If we change you, there’s no turning back. You’ll be promising to be ours forever, to live on our ranch, and have our kids. What about your job in Atlanta? What about the rest of your family and your friends?”
She pretended as though she was going to touch them both gently on their cheeks. Then, suddenly, she clutched a hunk of Garron’s hair and wrapped her hand around the back of Eric’s neck. “Listen up, you two. You licked me and you made me love you. Are you saying you don’t want me now?”
They hurried to tell her she was wrong with their words falling from them.
“We love you, Jane.” Garron tugged her hand off his hair.
“Yeah, didn’t we already say that? You’re our mate. Of course we love you.”
“Then pay attention. I don’t care about my stupid job. I hate it anyway. And my friends and family will understand. Maybe they’ll even come to visit.”