Wolves Gone Wild [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 12] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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The cold tingle was gone, replaced by a rush of desire that brought a moan from her and juices flowing between her legs. Duncan eased her legs apart and kissed her pussy lips, then slicked his tongue over her to drink her juices.
“It’s not gone. It’s…changed. Better.”
They murmured their agreement and continued to trace their tongues and hands over her. The connection that had been so animalistic, so insane, had morphed into a different kind of bond, a stronger hold that would keep them together at a deeper, more soulful level. They had changed, but the invisible tie that held them had changed, too, growing more powerful with the coming of the new day.
She loved her men without bounds, but it was her alone, and not the power of an amber moon that sustained her love. And they loved her with the same, unending passion.
As the shaft of sunlight grew wider, her men claimed her, first one then the next riding her, bringing her to heights of orgasmic thrills unequaled by any before. It was more than she could have ever dreamed of, more than she could have ever believed existed. As the last climax shuddered through her body, the men gazed lovingly down at her.
“Tell us that you’re our mate.” Grant brushed a strand of hair away from her face.
“From today until the end of us.” Lance brought her palm to his mouth and kissed it. “Tell us.”
“We claim you, Christy Smith. Do you claim us?” Duncan’s dimples smiled down at her.
She studied them, her three handsome lovers, and gave them her answer.
Epilogue
“I still can’t believe you said no.” Duncan flopped onto the end of Milly’s couch.
Christy set the beers in front of them then handed Grant the bottle of wine. No matter how long she lived in Forever, she’d never learn to like the taste of beer. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Duncan, it’s been a month. Get over it. I told you why I said no.”
Grant chuckled, uncorked the wine, and poured her a glass. He still opted to drink beer instead of joining her. “She wanted more time to get to know us and our town. That’s why she said no when you asked her if she claimed us. After what she went through, I couldn’t blame her.”
She’d told them no that morning after the amber moon had passed. Not because she didn’t love them. God knew she loved them more than she’d thought humanly possible. But then again, it wasn’t just humanly possible. Not with her men being werewolves. Still, she’d told them that she’d wanted to get to know them more on a day-to-day basis, without having that blasted amber moon hanging over them, influencing them. They’d been stunned, but they’d accepted her decision.
That had been a month earlier, and thanks to Milly’s generosity, she’d lived rent free in Milly’s apartment. A part of her thought it was silly to delay the inevitable. After all, she’d never leave them. But another part of her had enjoyed the “dates” they’d taken her on.
The people of Forever had welcomed her with open arms and already referred to her as “Grant and the Thorne boys’ mate.” She and Milly had formed a fast friendship. When Brig had finally convinced her to say farewell to her beloved car, Sally, the men had shown up the next day with a brand-new Bug, who she’d christened Whitney after one of her favorite singers, the late Whitney Houston.
She lounged next to Lance on the couch and watched as Grant and Duncan argued the finer points of which brand of beer tasted better.
“What if I wanted to say yes?”
Their argument died a quick death. Grant glanced at each of his friends before asking. “Are you saying you’re ready to come home with us?”
“I am.” She cut their whoops of joy short with one finger lifted into the air. “On two conditions.”
“Name them.” Lance toyed with her hair. It was a habit he’d adopted since that first morning together.
“Condition One. I get to ride Star every day, but I don’t have to shovel the manure out of her stall.”
Duncan laughed. “No problem. Lance will do that for you.”
“Hey.” But he still chuckled. “Okay. Sure. What’s the next condition?”
She put on a sultry expression. “Condition Two. At least once a month, I get to—” She paused, loving the expectant expressions.
“Yeah? Go on,” urged Grant.
“Once a month, I get to chain you three in the cellar and have my way with you.”
“Hell, yeah!” Grant pulled her to her feet and whirled her around.
“Deal!” shouted Lance.
Duncan pulled her out of Grant’s arms. “We agree. But we have one condition you have to meet.”
“Fuck you, man.” Lance tugged her away. “Don’t blow this.”
“No, it’s okay.” She faced Duncan. “Say it. What do you want?”
Duncan licked his lips, then shifted enough to bring out his fangs. “We want to make you ours. All the way, as our werewolf mate.”
She acted like he’d shocked her, but she couldn’t pretend for long. She’d thought about it over the past month and had made her decision. “Can you do it tonight?”
Grant picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “Let’s go, men, before she changes her mind.”
She giggled as Lance swung the door opened. He and Duncan followed behind them as Grant carried her to his pickup and threw her into the back. The moon, back to its true white-gray color, shone brightly overhead.
THE END
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Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. (To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.)
Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was (and remains) downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition: to be an erotica paranormal romance author.
Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
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