Wolves Gone Wild [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Hmm, I just might do that.

  Instead, she opted to do a search on the words amber moon first.

  The results were less than promising, bringing up the words as the name of an alcoholic drink, then a restaurant, and as at least part of the title of several books.

  Dang.

  She tried again using a different search engine. The second time was the charm. Her heart jumped into high gear as a rush of excitement took her. She clicked on the historical website and started reading out loud.

  “The amber moon phase is said to occur only once every fifty to sixty years or so. However, the event is highly unpredictable.

  “The various tales from countries around the world have several factors in common. They all point to the fact that the amber moon is not something humans can see either with the naked eye or with advanced methods of technology. Instead, it is said that only werewolves and other supernatural creatures can see the moon change to an amber hue. Once the moon is high in the sky and changed in color, werewolves and the like feel its effect, causing them to lose control of their ability to keep from transforming into their wolf forms. Stories are rare, but the ones that have surfaced tell of werewolves attacking young women and taking them as their mates. No concrete evidence has ever been brought forward to confirm the existence of either werewolves or the event of an amber moon.”

  She paged down, scouring the rest of the site, but that was the only information regarding the amber moon she could find. After several more searches, she’d still found nothing more.

  “Werewolves.” As much as she wanted to laugh, to ridicule the idea that such creatures were real, she couldn’t.

  Why hadn’t Milly mentioned that part of it? Did she know? Or did the amber moon celebration in Forever have nothing to do with the folklore involving supernatural beings? Yet aside from the fact that the moon was supposed to affect werewolves, what Milly had told her was very similar.

  “When the amber moon is out, people get to do anything and everything they want.” Isn’t that what Milly had said? Wasn’t that the same as losing control?

  “Talk about losing control. You’ve lost control of your senses if you believe this shit.” She placed her laptop on the coffee table. Werewolves and amber moons were a bunch of silly superstitions. Maybe that was all the celebration was. Like Forever’s own version of Halloween. Or an excuse to have an outrageous party.

  That had to be it.

  She blew out a breath, relieved to have found a rational explanation. Shaking off the lingering bit of nerves, she went into the bedroom and started getting ready for bed. Tomorrow she’d check with Brig again and see what, if any, progress was being made toward getting her car fixed. If nothing else, she’d start calling the 800 numbers of all the rental car companies and find out just how much it would cost her to rent a car to drive home.

  Home.

  Greensburg, Indiana, had been her home, but for some reason, it no longer felt like it was. From the moment she’d left the town, she’d felt free for the first time in her life. And when she’d come into Forever, that impression had only intensified. So if she managed to find a car or got lucky and found out that Sally had been repaired, she wasn’t sure she knew where she’d go. She couldn’t keep traveling indefinitely. Her dwindling bank account wouldn’t hold out for more than a few more months even with the help of temporary jobs. Then what?

  The sound of giggling interrupted her thoughts. She glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was later than she’d imagined. Who was running around at one in the morning behind the diner? She didn’t think Milly kept the place open that late.

  Being as careful as she could not to be seen, she tiptoed into the bedroom, eased back the mini-blind, and took a peek outside. Then did a double take.

  Oh, mamma.

  Two men and a woman were in the alley between the diner and the apartment. Although there were only two street lights illuminating the area, she didn’t have any trouble seeing what was going on.

  One man held the woman against the fence that separated the diner from another building. He had her arms thrust above her head, his huge hand locked around her wrists. Her shirt had been ripped away, exposing her large breasts. He bent his head and slid his tongue over the nipple of one breast then caught the other between his fingers. The woman cried out and struggled, but Christy knew she couldn’t match the man in strength.

  The second man knelt between her legs, his arms wrapped around her thighs as he pressed his face to her pussy. She cried out again, but the cry changed, going from one of alarm into one of yearning. The woman stopped struggling as the dark-haired man between her legs feasted on her.

  Christy reached for her phone. Did 9-1-1 work in a small town like Forever? Yet Milly had said that they didn’t have a sheriff to rely on. Just someone named Jackson Carr. She could call Milly, but as she began to search for her number, the expression on the woman’s face made her stop.

  She’s turned on.

  What she was watching wasn’t a rape.

  She dropped her phone on the bed then, without thinking, sat on the wide windowsill. Uncaring if they saw her—she doubted that they’d notice anything anyway—she leaned against the pane and squinted, trying to see more.

  Dark Hair, as she began to think of the man between the woman’s legs, bobbed his head up and down, obviously using his tongue to pleasure the lucky girl. Lucky, the woman, writhed and jerked her arms, but she wasn’t trying to get away. Christy could tell that she wanted to touch them as they were touching her.

  The first man, a tall, well-built man, fondled her breast as he nibbled on the other. He bumped his body against Lucky, and even from that distance, Christy could see the enormous bulge in his jeans.

  Swallowing, she slipped her hand underneath the waistband of her jeans and over the smoothness of her mons. She parted her pussy lips and pushed her finger into the warm wetness.

  Dark Hair was making not only Lucky horny but her as well. She hadn’t had any relationship with a man in a long while, much less a man who would work so hard to feast on her juices. Squirming, she found her clit and started massaging it.

  She couldn’t hear what they were saying but gathered what they wanted. Blond Man jerked Lucky away from Dark Hair, yanking off her shoes and jeans puddled at her ankles. Dark Hair yelled something at Blond Man, then started unbuttoning his jeans as Blond Man was doing. Snagging Lucky by the hair, Blond Man threw her across the top of a large trash bin, then shoved his cock at her face.

  Even then, if she’d thought Lucky wasn’t a willing participant, Christy would’ve called Milly. But the smile on Lucky’s face said it all.

  Christy quickened her rubbing, her body heating up to match the heat between her legs. She trembled as she worked harder, faster, bringing her climax ever closer to completion.

  Dark Hair, his cock pointing straight out, took Lucky and forced her rear end over the edge of the bin. Spreading her butt cheeks, he shoved his cock inside her asshole.

  He rammed into her and soon Christy’s moans began matching the back and forth motion of Lucky’s body. She brought her hand to her nipple and pinched it, imagining a third man at her breast.

  All at once, the faces of the men below changed, turning into Grant and Duncan. Her imagination went wild with the transformation, bringing Lance into the daydream.

  “Come on, Lucky. Lance is there, too. Take his cock and pump it.”

  Almost as though she’d heard her, Lucky’s arm fell to the side as though reaching for an unseen cock.

  The men thrust their hips forward and backward, their grunts punctuating the night air along with Lucky’s moans. Soon, however, Christy no longer heard their noises. Instead, her mind clouded over as the scene below changed yet again, replacing Lucky with herself and the two men with the three she wanted.

  She whimpered and used the ball of her hand to continue torturing her clit while she pushed her finger into her pussy. Her nipple ached from all the
pinching she’d done, but she didn’t care. The pain was good and added to her pleasure.

  She closed her eyes, concentrating on her body as the imagined Grant, Lance, and Duncan caressed and stroked her. Lost in the vision, she cried out, as her orgasm shook her. She trembled and leaned against the pane, enjoying the flow of warmth traveling from her face down to her toes.

  When she opened her eyes and looked into the alley again, Lucky and her men were gone.

  Christy jumped off the windowsill and plopped down on top of the bed. How long had she had her eyes closed? Long enough for them to finish and watch her climax?

  “Oh, shit. What if they saw me?”

  If the trio told anyone, the news of the horny stranger would be all over the place by noon tomorrow. That was the way of all small towns. Still, she reasoned, they wouldn’t dare tell. If they did, they’d have to admit why they were behind the diner. It wouldn’t take much for other people to put it together.

  Relieved, she forced herself to start getting ready for bed. If she didn’t get some sleep soon, it wouldn’t matter if her car were fixed tomorrow. She’d be too tired to drive anywhere. She lay down on the bed and waited for her still-trembling body to relax.

  * * * *

  An hour later and sleep was still an elusive thing. Her horniness was still with her and every time she closed her eyes, she saw Grant, Lance, and Duncan standing over her, their long, hard cocks, their weapons of mass seduction, pointed straight at her.

  She threw the bedspread away from her and did a roll that brought her feet to the floor. Although she didn’t hear anything, she couldn’t resist taking a peek out the window again. The alley was empty and looked very lonely now.

  She didn’t have trouble sleeping often, but when she did, she knew she couldn’t lie in bed and wait for sleep to come any longer. Instead, she pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, not bothering with a bra, and padded through the silent apartment. One glance at the TV made up her mind. She’d started the cross-country trip looking for adventure, and she was going to find it in Forever.

  Instead of taking hold of the remote, she pulled on her sandals, scooped up the keys to the apartment and Sally, then hurried through the front door and out into the night air. The moon was full overhead, but it was the same white-gray color it always was.

  That’s because I’m human. I can’t see the amber color.

  Riiight.

  And pigs fly high in the skies.

  Letting go of the ridiculous story of the amber moon, she walked down the alley and into the main street of Forever. The riotous sounds of laughter echoed in the air and she turned toward the noise.

  What the hell?

  Several people were out on the street. Some of them were dancing, some were holding up bottles of wine and pouring the liquid over each other. One woman, her long, black hair flowing around her, laughed as three men chased her around the street. With the agility of an Olympic gymnast, she jumped on top of a pickup, spun around, and jiggled her breasts at them. They hooted and hollered, urging her to dance more.

  Christy backed into the shadows of the building and gawked at the strange assortment of people. Young and old were there, fat and skinny, but none looked like they were younger than eighteen.

  “Aw-ooo!”

  She jerked her gaze up to the rooftop of the building across the street. A man, bare-chested, squatted down with his knuckles resting on the shingles of the roof and lifted his face toward the moon. With a shake of his head, he opened his mouth wide and made the eerie sound again.

  Is he howling?

  Okay, that’s it. Adventure is one thing, but whatever’s going on here is just too much.

  She was about to head back to the apartment when a woman rushed past, getting close enough that she brushed against her arm. Two men raced after the woman, caught her, then flung her into the back of a nearby pickup. At once, the three of them began tearing off their clothes and flinging them into the air.

  I have to be dreaming. That’s it. Why else would their teeth look like fangs?

  And yet she knew she wasn’t asleep. But fangs? And why did their eyes flash with an amber color?

  Do werewolves really exist?

  She whirled around, ready to make a run for the safety of the apartment.

  The growl that came from one of two men in the alley trapped the air in her throat. The middle-aged man, the gray at his temples shining under the moonlight, wrestled a younger man to the ground. Once he had him on his knees, he jumped on top of him and struck him on the back of the shoulder.

  “I told you to keep away from my daughter and that’s what you’re going to do!” He whacked the young man across the back of the neck. The young man wailed but made no effort to get away.

  They blocked her way back to the apartment.

  What do I do now?

  The keys she gripped in her hand gave her the answer. If she couldn’t get back to Milly’s place, she’d hide out in her car until either the wrestlers left or the rowdy antics of the others calmed down. They couldn’t keep it up all night. At least she hoped they couldn’t.

  She’d only taken a few steps toward her car when she knew she was in real trouble.

  Chapter Five

  “Well, would you lookie here?”

  The man, his black eyes bloodshot from booze, leered at Christy.

  Christy froze, well aware that she had nowhere to run. All she could do was keep moving toward her car and hope for the best. She put her head down, glancing at him every so often, and tried to focus on getting to her car as fast as she could.

  The first man was joined by another man with greasy, gray-streaked hair. He appeared out of the blue in front of her. She let out a little yelp, paused, then forged ahead, trying to go around him. Once she’d miraculously made it past him, she unlocked her car, yanked the driver’s door open, and threw her body inside.

  “Hell, Gabe, why didn’t you stop her?”

  Gabe stroked his dirty beard then was next to her, flattening his hands against the window. She jerked backward then hit the lock on the door.

  His teeth, long and sharp like fangs, shone as he put on a nasty grin. “Hey, honeypot, don’t be like that. It’s the amber moon. Everyone’s having a good old time, so don’t go acting like you don’t want to play.” He grabbed his crotch. “You want some of this. I know you do.”

  The larger man pushed Gabe out of the way. “Bitch, don’t try to tell us you’re not up for some fucking. I got a good whiff of you already. You’ve already creamed your pants once. Come on. We’ll lick you up real good.”

  Christy fumbled with the keys, then startled when he flicked his long, flat tongue at her. His eyes flashed with flecks of amber.

  Fangs and amber eyes. Just like the people in the pickup.

  But she didn’t have time to think about that. Although she knew the car wasn’t working, she had to try. After a second and third attempt to put the key in the ignition, she finally got it in and turned it.

  As she’d expected, nothing happened. That didn’t keep her stomach from flopping over in a sickening way. She searched her back pocket and was hit with another nauseating realization. She’d forgotten her phone. She was trapped without a way to call for help.

  “Merle, stop fucking around.”

  She let out a cry when Gabe jumped on top of the car’s hood, then stared at her through the windshield. The temperature inside grew warmer and sweat ran down the back of her neck and under her breasts. “Leave me alone!”

  Gabe stuck out his bottom lip. “Aw, come on. That’s no fun.”

  He got on his knees and started unbuckling his belt. Yanking the belt free, he whirled it around his hand and let out a whoop. “I know what you want. You want us to force you.”

  “Go away!” She knew it was hopeless, but she couldn’t just sit there and say nothing.

  “Is that it, bitch? Do you like it rough?” Merle dragged his tongue over the dirty windshield. “We can give it to you hard. Would you like
it that way? Hard in the ass?”

  When she turned away from Merle, she was shocked to see that Gabe had gotten his jeans down to his knees. His cock was erect and glistening with pre-cum.

  “I’ll call the police!” Bluffing was all she had left.

  But they didn’t buy it. Both men laughed.

  “She’s going to call the cops, Merle. We’d better skedaddle.”

  “Oh my, oh my. What will we do?” Merle pressed his fingers to his mouth, pretending to be horrified. Then the pretense was gone as he smacked the window with his fist. “Bitch, there ain’t no cops around here. Besides, even if there were, they’d be fucking some other cunt right now.” His wicked leer hardened. “Face it, bitch, you’re all ours.”

  “I’m tired of waiting for her to come to her senses.” Gabe stood up, leaving his cock exposed, and lifted his arms over his head. He leaned over the roof of the car so that all she could see was his cock bobbing in front of her.

  She closed her eyes, unwilling to stare at his thing any longer. “Go away, please. Please.”

  In the next instant, the noise of metal tearing away from metal sent shockwaves through her. She opened her eyes and gawked at the sky above her.

  Gabe had torn the roof off her car.

  He grinned down at her. “Hey, honeypot. Time to come out and play.”

  Christy screamed as Merle tore the window away then grabbed her arm. She cried out again as he lifted her body with ease and pulled her over the door. She fought, kicking out when Gabe caught her feet and helped Merle get her out of the car.

  As soon as her feet hit the ground, she tried to run, but Merle held her fast. “No! Let me go!”

  Merle pulled her hair away from her face. “No, bitch. You ain’t going anywhere.” He drew in a long breath. “Damn, but you smell good.”

  She gasped as Gabe dropped to his knees and pushed his face against her crotch. “Ooo-eee! I can smell her sweet cream, brother. Her pussy’s already juicy. She’s already fucked tonight.”