by Eve Langlais
“Forget what…” I blinked and found myself standing on the sidewalk outside the Peabodys’ house.
“What just happened?” I asked.
“Brenda!” I found myself grabbed and shaken, the moment having a déjà vu feel to it. “What the fuck were you thinking?” asked Sebastian.
Before I could think of replying, Dale took a turn trying to give me whiplash. “Do you have any idea how worried we were!”
For some reason, I could mouth along in perfect time when Mike shook me next and muttered, “Moron.”
I broke the cycle after that, freaked out, and was still so confused.
Last I recalled, I’d entered the Peabody house then…nothing. I certainly didn’t recall the house being on fire.
Did I do that?
“What’s happening here?” The grand whizzer Morfeus piled out of a giant dark blue Suburban with his posse of wizards. The robes were too funny—and also seemed familiar.
I couldn’t help but ask, “Dude, did you like get those on special from a Harry Potter Discount store?”
“Lycan, your female is impertinent and infringing on an active collective investigation.”
“Investigation of what?” Dale pointed to the house. “Looks like the problem has been solved.”
Had it? I felt like there was something more, something I should remember.
Yet when I tried to poke, my mind gave me a slap and I heard Meemaw’s voice barking, “Leave it alone.”
So I did.
Except for one thing. “I don’t suppose anyone has donuts?” Because I really had a craving for one.
Looking up the street, I noticed Willow sitting in a Smart car. Stupid tiny things. Give me a beast truck with a metal frame any day.
Willow and her pathetic excuse for a car put-putted off, and as it drove past, her eyes never once veering to peek at us, I noticed in her back window a tiny orange cat.
Made sense. She was, after all, a witch.
“What is she doing here?” Morfeus whined.
“She probably solved this case.” Even if I couldn’t remember how.
“Did you do this?” He pointed at the flames.
I could, in all honesty, say, “Don’t recall as I did.”
“Well, someone did and—” Morfeus went off on a tangent.
Nobody listened. Nobody of import at any rate. His lackeys might have to listen, but we didn’t.
Since the grand whizzer was busy being a douchebag, my boys, yes, my boys—a certainty that I couldn’t explain where it came from—bundled me off without even asking. They took me home, and by home, I mean their place.
I allowed Mike to drive Big Blue, which despite their claims of being broken started just fine. I was kind of jealous when Mike declared her the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. After me, of course.
Good save.
Not much was said on the drive over, surprising for me. I kept turning over and over in my head what had happened. Or more like, what didn’t happen?
Why did it feel as if I’d lost a chunk of time?
Forget…
The hot spray of the shower helped ease some of my tension, and the longer I kept my face in the water, the more my stress eased.
What was I freaking out about? Nothing happened.
Forget.
Nothing at all.
The Peabodys’ house had burnt to a crisp, and here I was, naked in a shower, and if I wasn’t mistaken, a man wearing just a towel stood outside the stall waiting for me.
I stepped out into a warm and fluffy embrace, the towel, not the man. The hug from my man was hard and hot and smelled so good.
“How did you get clean?” I said, sniffing his neck.
“You didn’t really think this was the only bathroom, did you?” The corners of Dale’s eyes crinkled.
“Where are the other boys?”
“Still sluicing off.”
“Right here,” Mike announced, stepping into the bathroom, his wet hair slicked back, his torso still damp, the towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.
This day was getting better and better.
“Don’t you have to work?” I asked.
“We took the day off.”
“We had more important things to do.”
“Oh.” Me, playing coy. I loved it. “Like what?”
“You, of course,” announced Sebastian, peeking his head through the door. “And can we move this to the bedroom? It’s got a bed.”
“What makes you think I want to return to it?” I tilted my chin.
“Don’t even try to pretend you don’t,” growled Dale. “You know what’s going to happen.”
“Dirty, bad things, I hope.” I winked. “Last one there has to come in my mouth.”
Which, in retrospect, probably wasn’t an incentive to get there fast. I splayed myself on the bed and waited.
And waited.
I finally had to yell, “I’m going to masturbate if you guys don’t get in here,” before they pushed and shoved their way through the door.
Then they paused.
“So, we kind of want to apologize,”
“For leaving the toilet seat up?” I asked.
“No.”
“For not having more donuts for the ride home?”
“No.”
“For letting me wake up all alone and thinking you didn’t like me?” I threw that at them and watched them flinch.
“We didn’t mean for that to happen. Someone left a shitty note.” Dale glared at Mike.
He shrugged. “If you wanted pretty, you should have asked Sebastian.”
“If it’s any consolation, had we not been called away, this morning would have gone much differently,” Sebastian offered.
“A lot different,” Dale added. “We never meant for you to think we weren’t coming back.”
“Or that we used you.”
“What these fucktards can’t seem to say is we care for you and want to claim you, all three of us, if you’ll have us. Or you can choose just me. I am, after all, the nicest one of the bunch.”
At that, we all stared at Mike.
He scowled deeper than usual. “I am. Just because I don’t smile often doesn’t mean shit.”
For once, I showed caution. “And if I do say yes to all three, what does that mean?”
“You’ll be ours forever.”
Be still my beating heart. Wait a second. I didn’t want to be undead. So I clapped instead. “Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay? Don’t you have more questions?”
If he insisted. “Does it hurt?”
“A bit. We have to leave a mark.”
“Really?” My grin widened. “Can you make it really visible so I can show it off at work?”
“This isn’t a joke.”
“I wasn’t kidding. This is how I am, take it or leave it. That means the questions and the teasing. And me saying inappropriate things like, who’s picking up the wolf poo in the yard, and no coming inside smelling of wet dog, and would it be okay if I got you matching collars and leashes and took you on the occasional walk.”
That earned me an emphatic “No!”
“Spoilsports.”
“Don’t you have any serious questions? Once we do this, there’s no turning back.”
“Will you ever leave me?” Probably the one question that really mattered.
And they were of one voice and one mind when they said, “Never.”
“Good, because I’m ready to settle down.” More than ready. “Now, as to my warning, I will move in here since it’s got more room than my place. You’ll each give me a chunk of closet. I might not be into a foursome every night, but if I do singles, then be sure I’ll treat you fairly. Oh, and I like to cook. And eat. A lot. Any comments about my weight or eating habits will see you not getting eaten.” I mimed a blowjob in case they didn’t get the hint. “Any questions?”
They blinked at me. Probably in awe of my management skills. Wait until we had sex again
. They’d only barely skimmed the surface of the things I wanted to try.
Tonight would be a foursome night. Maybe that would be our Wednesday night thing. And Friday, definitely Saturday so I could walk bowlegged into brunch and totally have something to brag about.
“Now, if we’re done talking, can we get to more interesting things like fucking?” I beckoned.
Dale came, not literally, not yet, but he did approach the bed, as did the other two men, taking up positions around me.
My harem.
Mine.
Leaning back, I pulled loose the towel and gave them a come-hither smile that worked like a charm.
I sighed as Sebastian flicked one of my fat nipples. The tease.
“Suck it,” I ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.” He dove onto me, latching on tightly, making me arch with a cry.
“The other nipple is getting jealous,” I remarked, which led to a second mouth attaching itself.
Yes. And a thank you to Dale.
Mike was a god among wolves. He massaged my calves, kneading my muscles, working his way up my leg as the other two sucked and flicked my taut pebbles.
Pure heaven. My fingers threaded into their hair, holding them close to me. Already, my body hummed, pleased at their sensual caresses, hungry for more.
Mike reached the top of my thigh, and I clenched, expecting his touch, only to moan as he started on the other leg, caressing his way up again while the other two sucked and nibbled at my flesh.
Sexual excitement coiled within me, each stroke of their hands, each caress from their mouths, raising my pleasure higher and higher.
My pussy ached, wet and eager, clenching and unclenching, wondering why there wasn’t a cock in there filling it up.
“I think she’s ready,” Mike said, having reached the top of my thigh. His fingers brushed against my damp sex, and I cried out.
“Who’s going first?” Sebastian asked.
“Me.” Dale, take-charge Scooby, flopped onto his back beside me, and next thing I knew, Mike and Sebastian had me poised over his cock.
With their hands on my waist, I straddled Dale, the tip of his dick tickling my clit. It felt so good. I couldn’t help but grab him and rub him more firmly.
“Fuck me,” Dale hissed, his hips arching.
“If you insist,” I replied before slamming myself down on his dick.
Oh, my. There was something about a rapid fill, a quick stretch that excited me. My head tilted, my wet hair dangling down my back, my fingers digging into the sheets for balance as I rocked on his cock.
I leaned forward and palmed his chest, grinding myself against him, driving him deep, so deep.
And my excitement didn’t just come from the pleasure of him filling me, but from knowing I had an audience, a participating one. Their hands were on my body as I moved, helping me to rock, tugging at my nipples, playing with my ass, one even daring to slide between our bodies to stroke against my clit.
A hand in the middle of my back pushed me forward, and a body pressed against me, a hard cock trapped in the crevice between my cheeks. It slid back and forth, a sensual slide of bodies and skin.
My lips found Dale’s for a kiss as I gyrated faster, my orgasm hovering so close.
But his was closer. I felt him spurt inside me, hot and wet, and I started to come, too, ripples of it that were stopped dead when he whispered, “Be mine, kitten,” and bit me.
Ouch. It pinched and then spread pleasure through me unlike anything. My orgasm rolled through me and wasn’t done when I found myself flipped onto my back, my legs held up so they hung over Sebastian’s shoulders.
My body spread wide, the tip of his dick teased me before plunging into my still quivering flesh.
“Oh.” What else could I say? I barely had any breath to speak as he thrust into me oh so hard, driving me like a piston, faster and faster.
But I’d just come. I needed a little more help. As Sebastian thrust in and out of me, he slid his hands between our bodies, found my clit, and pinched it.
Holy fuck. I screamed and arched as my orgasm came crashing back, my sex squeezing his cock so tightly it wrung a climax out of him. Sebastian shuddered as he came and flopped heavily onto me, his lips finding my neck, and this time, I was prepared for the sharp bite and the euphoria that followed.
Floating on cloud nine, I nonetheless knew I wasn’t quite done. I shoved Sebastian off to the side and opened my heavy eyes to see Mike standing between my legs, stroking his thick and hard cock.
Oh, my.
I beckoned him nearer as I scrambled to my knees. We faced each other on the bed, close enough I could reach out to drag a fingernail down his chest. I didn’t stop at his waist but kept on tracing right down to his groin then around it, doing my deliberate best to avoid his straining cock.
Tease me with his massage, would he? Two could play that game. Besides, it was really hot the way he couldn’t control his ragged breathing.
As I reached out to grab his balls, holding their heavy weight in my palm, a body pressed against my back.
For a second, as I cupped Mike, I leaned into Dale’s, my body tingling as his hands reached around to grab my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples.
But Dale had already gotten his turn. It was Mike’s turn.
Dropping his sac, I reached for his cock and clamped it tight. I began to stroke him, fisting him tight, jerking him off fast and furious, enough that Mike’s head tilted and he moaned.
Since this was time number three, I needed something unique, just for him. I’d done cowgirl and missionary. That left one more primary position.
Shoving myself away from both men, I put myself on my hands and knees. I waggled my ass.
Apparently, that was a clear invitation.
The fat head of a dick pushed against my slit and slid its way in until I sighed. Then squeaked as his thumb found my rosette and poked it.
“Mike!” I gasped his name.
He chuckled, the naughty man, and he finally laughed while he was sunk balls-deep into me with a thumb in my ass.
And I loved it.
I giggled in reply then quickly moaned as he began to fuck me, his shaft driving in and out of me, trying to stoke the fire that simmered.
But I’d come twice. I didn’t know if I had it in me for a third.
Until a mouth latched onto my clit.
Dear, God.
I didn’t know which of the two guys went to town on my nub, but with Mike thrusting into me, along with the lapping and flicking, next thing I knew, I was screaming—and coming. Then Mike was yelling and coming and biting.
And a good time was had by all.
So, being a smartass—a claimed smartass I might add—I just had to ask, “So, who’s getting me some food?”
Smart men, they dove to grab some pants and run from the room.
This time, I didn’t worry about them coming back.
They came, again and again, enough that I might walk bowlegged for a week.
Awesome!
I got so much exercise, I fell into a hard sleep that was rudely interrupted by a girlish scream.
I rolled over in time to see the clock showing an ungodly time of 5:40 a.m. and Dale diving to grab something to wrap around his hips. The reason for his sudden modesty?
Meemaw entered the bedroom.
“Meemaw, you’re back from your trip early.” Which oddly enough sounded familiar.
“How did she get in here?” Dale yodeled.
“I locked the door,” Sebastian claimed.
Mike just stared at my meemaw. Who could blame him? She was pretty damned awesome.
“Hi, Meemaw.” I waved.
“Don’t you hi me, missy. What are you doing with these boys? I was worried to death until Chloe told me where to find you.”
What was I doing? Monkey sex? Shattering windows with my screams? Trying to break some sexual records? Not things to tell my meemaw.
“I got married.” Since I didn�
��t have a ring, I proudly canted my neck to show her the marks.
She harrumphed. “About time you settled down. Although, did it have to be with canines?”
“How did you know they were wolves?” Was my meemaw more than just a sweet old lady with a viperish tongue?
“Chloe, of course, told me.” Of course, my BFF did. Imagining my meemaw as more than a crotchety old lady was silly.
“I swear they’re house trained.”
Meemaw didn’t bother to reply, but she did fix each of my boys in turn with an evil stare. “Hurt my Brenda, and I will ensure your soul suffers for an eternity.”
While an odd threat, I couldn’t help but wipe a tear at the sweetness of the sentiment.
Epilogue
The gaping hole at 999 Cloven Hoof Lane served as a reminder that Amityville-type houses could appear anywhere, even suburbia.
Despite the sifting of the house’s remains, authorities never did find Mrs. Peabody’s body, but the kids were recovered a few days later, several states over, without any memories of what they’d done. Had the demon hosts fled to another body or been chased back to their Hell world? No one could say for sure, but the hunt continued just in case.
Mr. Peabody never snapped out of his fugue state, which was probably for the best, considering the charges that would be leveled against him.
As for my wolf pack and me, even if I couldn’t recall setting the house on fire, I knew I’d saved the city from evil.
Not bad for a secretary.
But did that mean my boys gave me any slack? Nope, they joined forces with my meemaw and spouted things like “menace to society,” and that I was a danger to myself and others. My favorite rant of theirs, though, was when they told me I couldn’t get hurt because I, Brenda Jane Whittaker, was their reason for living.
They loved me. I loved them, and we were all living together in Dale’s house, but not for long. We’d need a bigger place with an in-law suite. I wanted my meemaw close by, especially considering my secret.
Being me, I just couldn’t reveal my surprise nicely, though. I stalked into the kitchen, the smells making me drool, and exclaimed, “Is it ready yet? Me and the babies”—yes, I said babies, as in twins!—“are getting hungry.”
For big, tough guys, it didn’t take much to lay them flat. I didn’t mind, though. They loved me, foul mouth and all; even Meemaw tolerated them, and we were going to be one big happy fucking family.