by Jane Jamison
Her hard breaths mellowed and she brought her palms up to cup his face. “Don’t be. You didn’t hurt me.” She smiled and the sweetness of it soothed his heart, bringing the broken pieces back together. “I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.”
He fell away from her. “It’s not over. The moon’s still raging in me. Please, Christy, go before I do what my body aches for.”
“He’s right, babe. Please. Seeing you only makes it harder.”
Lance and Duncan had reversed their transformations, too, but the agony he felt inside shone all too familiar on their faces. Their anguish to have her, their overwhelming obsession to possess her was tearing them apart.
She sat up, then leaned against the wall. “No. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Christy, go,” he begged.
Her face worked as the battle inside her came to the surface. “I’m not a werewolf, but what I’m feeling…?” She shook her head several times, denying any power to do anything other than what the moon insisted. “No, I can’t leave. It’s not possible now.”
“Please.” It was all he could say, and even then, the word came out so strangled that he didn’t recognize his own voice. Whether he was pleading for her to go or for her to give into the urges, he couldn’t have said any longer. He was past the point of rational thought.
“I have to have you.” She reached up and tore her dress open, tearing it from the top down until it lay like a vest on her. Her sudden strength had come from the amber moon’s effect on her.
Seeing her like that was the end of him.
He pounced on her as she laid back her head and let out a happy cry. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. It had to have hurt her, but she clung to his hair keeping his mouth on her.
“No! Grant, stop!”
“Grant, damn you, man. You’re ruining it for all of us.”
Duncan’s and Lance’s curses meant nothing to him. Only she mattered. He would claim her as his, come hell or high moon.
Her body was the food he’d starved for, the water he’d thirsted for.
Her hands skimmed over his back as she opened her legs for him. The heat from her body paled in comparison to the fire between her legs. He drove his cock inside her, ramming it as far and as hard as he could.
She screamed and clawed her fingernails down his back. He took hold of her hair with one hand and cupped her breast to his mouth with the other. Her legs were strong, holding him to her as he thrust inside her again and again.
She was his salvation. Either they would survive the onslaught of desire together or they would burn each other out.
They moved together like the intended mates they were. His body recognized hers as hers reacted to his as only his one fated woman could. Sweat broke out between them, making delicious sucking noises as their bodies met then pulled apart, only to meet again. Her soft uhs every time he slammed into her drove his lust higher, urging him to shift again enough to bring out his fangs and drive them into her soft, supple flesh. Having his cock inside her gave him the stamina to resist biting her, but it wouldn’t be long before he’d lose that last line of defense.
He rolled over and brought her on top, driving his cock upward. She cried out as he did so, flattening her hands against his chest. Her hair danced around her shoulders, mimicking the dancing bounces of her breasts.
The snarls and moans coming from the Thorne men added to his pleasure. He’d take her, then watch as they had her.
She rocked forward and back, then did a sweet circle, her body a beautiful weapon against him, for him. Her pussy walls clamped around his cock, setting up friction that had his balls tightening. Pushing against the sides of her breasts, she tempted him to lift his head and take her breast. He nibbled, sucked, and teased, driving long, agonized moans from her.
When she shut her eyes and parted her lips, he knew her climax was at the brink. He drove into her hard, clamping down on her legs to hold her in place. Her eyelids flew open and she shouted, the sound morphing into a torture-filled scream of release. The climax shuddered through her, sending the connection into a monster that enveloped their bodies. He held onto his orgasm, gritting his teeth. To turn it loose would mean it was over, and he wasn’t through with her yet.
Her body grew slack and she fell forward. If he hadn’t lifted her off him and brought her into the crook of his arm, she would’ve fallen face-first to the ground.
The silence of the room startled him and he turned toward Duncan and Lance.
Duncan’s hard stare bore into him. “You fucked up. If the connection is gone, I’ll never forgive you.”
Lance scowled then turned his head away. “Fuck you, Grant Harkness.”
* * * *
Christy was spent, but the anger in Duncan’s and Lance’s voices spurred her back to life. She pushed against Grant and came to a sitting position. “No. Don’t blame him. I wanted it as much as he did.”
She felt Grant’s low rumble against the palm of her hand. Just as she was about to face him, he got to his feet, taking her along with him.
“I’m not through with you yet, woman.”
“Bring her to us,” ordered Lance.
“And unchain us,” demanded Duncan.
Grant carried her across the room then set her on her feet. He reached for Duncan’s chains.
“Stop. Don’t unchain them.”
The flash of irritation in Duncan’s eyes swept over her. Grant had brought her to a climax, but she could already feel the burgeoning power of another breaking forth. She leaned her body against Duncan’s, then swept her tongue over his chest. She tore away what little was left of his shredded clothes.
“Babe, turn me loose. I have to have you.”
She flicked her tongue over her upper lip. “No. I like seeing you chained up.” His moans accompanied her descent as she kissed his chest then slinked down, her tongue taking a seductive path to his huge cock. Once there, his breathing was hard and he thrust his hips forward, urging her to take him inside.
She did, slowly, knowing that he was in delight and pain with her leisurely progress. By the time she made it to his curly base, he was begging her to wrap her legs around him and sink his cock into her pussy.
She sucked him, running her tongue around his cock, over his balls then back again. Grant knelt behind her and slid a finger between her butt cheeks. He teased the tight rings around her anus, preparing her with her own juices, then at last, pushed into her dark hole. At first she thought he must’ve stuck his entire hand inside her. It was tight, oh-so-tight, and the friction he gave her burned its way from her ass to throb in her pussy.
Duncan’s chains rattled as he tried time and again to get free. She loved the power it gave her to keep him bound. She pulled his cock in and out, sliding her tongue over the tip and tasting his pre-cum. Wrapping her hand around it, she pumped it, going first slow then fast only to slow down again.
“You’re driving me wild. Please, babe. Fuck my cock.”
Grant’s tongue tracked over her back then to her shoulder. His tone was gruff. “Do him and me. At the same time.”
She didn’t have a chance to answer. Grant pulled her to her feet then wrapped his hard arms under her breasts and took her off the ground.
Duncan put his back against the wall and thrust out his lower body so she could fix her legs around his waist. Grant held her against Duncan’s body.
Duncan’s cock drove into her. He filled her as completely as Grant had. She let out a sharp yelp and started circling her hips, riding the wave of need cascading over her skin, under her flesh, and taking control of every inch of her.
“That’s it, baby. Now give me your ass.”
Her cry filled the cellar again as Grant eased his cock inside her ass. At first the pain was horrible and she tried to pull away, but she was sandwiched between them. Then an incredible surge of the bond between them broke free, wiping away the pain and replacing it with the most incredible feeling.
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hey filled her with their cocks, but they also filled her with the kind of energy only they could give her. The three of them moved together, three separate beings becoming one.
She grasped Duncan’s hair while Grant took hers and nibbled at her neck. The command for him to bite her, to claim her, was on her lips, but she held it back. The time was not yet right.
Amber eyes met hers and she scanned Duncan’s face, searching for any sign that he was about to shift again. Yet although his eyes were clouded with lust and colored, he remained in control.
Grant supported her, pounding into her. When he stopped moving, then cupped her breasts and squeezed, she knew he was near the end. His roar blasted against her ear, then was accompanied by Duncan’s own howl of release. Their wolves called to her with their bodies and her instinct tugged at her. She answered, screaming out another climax to accompany theirs.
Duncan’s limp body hung from his restraints as Grant lowered her to her knees, going along with him. She was worn out but not undone. One glance at the moon gave her renewed endurance.
She stared at the moon harder. Did she see an amber tint to it?
“Holy hell, someone turn me loose.” Lance looked like a man on the brink of madness.
Grant used the brick wall to help him stand then, once he was steady on his feet, he began to unchain Duncan. When he’d finished, he arched an eyebrow and waited for her decision. She gave it, knowing he’d like her answer.
“Just unlock his hands. Keep the chain around his neck.”
Grant grinned. “I think our mate is telling us she likes to play.”
“Just do it, man,” growled Lance.
She stood by as Grant freed Lance. Yet when she reached to take his arm, he surprised her by grabbing hers and twisting it behind her back. Alarm tickled at the edge of her nerves.
Lance leaned over her and whispered in her ear. “You know what you’ve done, don’t you?”
She tried to think of anything to say other than what he meant. But she would always tell them the truth. “I might have cost us the connection.” She craned her head around to search his face. “But I still feel it. More than ever.”
“That could be the moon’s influence. Once the sun rises, we’ll know for sure.”
“If you want me to say I’m sorry, then you’re flat out of luck.” If she’d already made the mistake, had already doomed their future, then she’d make the most of their present.
“Damn you, babe.” Lance grabbed her by the shoulders and bent her forward. “Damn you if you’ve condemned us all to a life without the connection. But damn how I love you. Now bend over.”
She bent far enough over to press her hands to her knees as he pushed her forward. His cock pressed at the entrance to her pussy, and the lust that had ebbed from the last orgasm seared to a high burn again. She wiggled her butt. “Take me, Lance. I need you.”
He groaned, dug his fingers into her ass, then slammed his cock inside her. If he hadn’t held onto her, he would’ve knocked her over. He was brutal, but she loved it. His shins and his balls bounced against the back of her legs. She was on fire and he was the one fanning her flames, whipping her bonfire into a raging inferno. The sound of the chain around his neck bouncing with his movements set up a rhythmic percussion to their grunts and moans.
Grant and Duncan stood on the other side of her, each taking a breast in hand and fondling it. They urged Lance to fuck her harder and for her to tighten her pussy walls around him.
Her hair fell forward and all she could see was the packed ground of the cellar’s floor. But she could feel so much more. From the love in the voices of her men to the sensations rushing through her building another climax to the forefront, she wanted to feel every second they had together. If taking them when the amber moon was full in the sky meant breaking the bond that brought them together, she wanted to remember their time to give her comfort in the long nights ahead.
Yet she couldn’t take much more. She was, after all, human and couldn’t match their strength or their stamina. The third climax was building higher, stronger than the two previous ones, ready to wipe away any chance she had of resisting it. Her heart thudded in her chest, her blood boiled in her veins, and her body sizzled, nearing an impossible spontaneous combustion. Lance’s hold on her bit into her skin, but the sting it gave her was welcomed.
The slap on her buttocks brought her out of her reverie, and the pain added to her pleasure. Lance spanked her again and she could feel the ripple of her skin. Duncan and Grant squeezed her breasts then twisted her nipples, but it was another spank that drove her into the next release.
Lance whacked her again as she cried out, then again when she dared to beg for more. The spanking came between each thrust of his hips, signaling the end to one and the beginning of the next. Each of her butt cheeks stung.
When he spanked her again, he kept his hand where it had landed. Digging his fingers into her, he rammed into her and shouted his release.
“Unchain me, damn it!”
Those were the last words she understood. His growl distorted the rest of what he said.
Suddenly he was unchained and taking her to the floor. Duncan and Grant knelt with them and the four of them huddled together. Whether they couldn’t speak or had decided not to didn’t matter. Just being together under the moonlight was enough.
Soon enough they’d have to face their future, whatever it held.
It could’ve been minutes or an hour later before she was the first to speak. She didn’t know or care. “What do we do if it’s gone?”
“I don’t know.” Duncan skimmed his fingers along her arm. “But we’ll find out soon enough. The sun’s coming up soon.”
Christy leaned her back against Lance. Duncan sat next to her while Grant took a position on her other side. They lifted their faces to the window, and just as Duncan had said, saw that the night light was becoming a little brighter. The sun was beginning to rise.
“I still feel it. Doesn’t that mean it’s all right?” She couldn’t believe that the amazing love they’d found with each other could fade. Not without the world spinning off its axis.
“It’s not as strong as it was.” Grant’s voice was low, but she understood the words clearly and heard the sorrow in his tone. And so did Lance and Duncan.
Despair and agony wrapped their ugly hands around her, blackening the love they had shared. Had she ruined their lives?
“He’s right. It’s not as intense. It’s not as overwhelming as it was last night.”
She ached to hear the pain in Lance’s voice. It was her fault, her blame to suffer.
“It’s different now. I don’t feel…drawn to you. Compelled like I was before.”
Yet no matter what Lance said, she wasn’t ready to give up hope. A ray of sunshine shifted into the frame of the window and struck out across the floor. It captured them in its beam and she tucked her chin down to avoid its glare.
If only the night could’ve lasted forever.
“It’s not like it was before. The obsession is gone.” Duncan bowed his head. “All I feel now is loneliness. Like I’ve lost everything that mattered.”
She wanted to slap Duncan, to scream at him not to speak the words. Yet, her heart knew telling him to stay silent wouldn’t change anything.
They sat huddled together for a time, each lost in their own thoughts and in their own misery. She could feel the rise and fall of Grant’s chest against her back and the warmth of the Thorne cousins’ flesh against hers.
“But I still love you.” She bit back a sob, then shifted her body toward Grant.
“It’s not the same as before. But at least it didn’t burn out completely.” Lance moved closer. “We wouldn’t feel anything at all if it had. It’s enough to build a life on, right?”
“Instead of a life filled with the connection?”
Duncan was right again, but she wouldn’t tell him so. Instead, she buried her face into the hollow of Grant’s neck and shut her eyes. If
only she could shut out the pain as well. She still cared for them, but the vibration, the all-encompassing craving was gone.
“I’m so sorry.” She swallowed back a sob. She wouldn’t add to their hurt by crying.
She still loved them, but it was as though she’d taken the best of their love and thrown it away. Biting back a sob, she clutched Grant and gave them a silent apology. If they didn’t have the connection any longer, she’d spend her life making it up to them.
Then a new sensation began, moving like an iceberg that would slowly make its way down the mountainside. It left her feeling cold, bereft, alone. She sought Grant’s warmth and pressed her body as hard as she could against his.
And still the sensation continued, with a tingling in her toes that spread through her skin. She attempted to ignore it, thinking it would envelop her in such an intense coldness that it would take the last bit of feeling she had for them away, but she couldn’t. It was insistent, uncompromising as it flowed through her.
She moved her leg on top of Grant’s, putting her pussy against his flesh. He squirmed but didn’t make her move away.
Heat. I need their heat.
She needed their heat to fight off the cold.
And yet, the longer she lay there, her eyes closed, her heart hurting, the tingling kept moving, inching slowly up her body. A new vibration started in her fingertips, and she curled her hands, pushing the tips into Lance’s arm and reaching to find a new hold on Duncan.
She gasped as her pussy clenched with need. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head to find them staring at her. Amber flecks filled their eyes.
All at once they were caressing her, murmuring words of love and devotion. With each touch, the coldness melted away, replaced by warmth so comforting, so invigorating that the chill she’d felt had no chance to linger. She let them place her on the floor, unthinking, silent, accepting whatever they wanted to do to her.
Grant bent over and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue skimmed the seam of her mouth as he circled a fingertip over her nipple. Lance bent to bring her other nipple to his mouth.