Amanda's Wolves

by Becca Jameson

  He stepped into the shower, angled the nozzle toward the far wall, and left the door open. As he reached for the soap, he glanced at his mates. “But most importantly, I saw a spirit there.”

  Amanda gasped. “Oh God.”

  “Yeah. And trust me, it didn’t lead me out of the mountain this time. Or hell, if it tried, I was too busy to pay attention. I almost shit in my pants as it was. I can’t handle distractions. I could barely spare it a glance every now and then, and that son of a bitch hovered for a while. It’s also amazing I even saw it.”

  “Why?” Amanda asked. “If it wants you to see it, then you will, right?”

  Sawyer set the soap down and grabbed the shampoo. “Yes, but it’s a black smoky figure. And I was surrounded by black smoke. My head equipment is also an impediment. It had to float right in front of me to get my attention, and then it hovered next to me like an annoying little sister. I swear I did a triple take to make sure.”

  “What does it mean?” She twisted her head toward Logan. “Doesn’t this frustrate the shit out of you?”

  “Yes. But it’s always the same. This is the fourth time this has happened to my family, and to Sawyer’s. By now, we should be taking this in stride. When the other threesomes got together, they had no clue what the spirits were warning about either, but they had no choice but to pay attention until it was clear. And that will happen in this instance too.”

  Sawyer turned off the water and stepped from the shower. He knew something else for certain. “My brother Cooper is beyond destined to mate with Sharon. He should go ahead and get his ass here now. He doesn’t stand a chance.”

  Logan chuckled. “True. But I bet they aren’t meant to meet yet. Fate has a way of arranging these things.”

  Sawyer wasn’t so sure. “How much pull do you think Fate really has concerning the timing? I mean, we have free will. We must at least control the when and the how, right?”

  “Did you?”

  “Of course. I moved here when I was good and ready.”

  “No you didn’t.” Logan shook his head. “You moved here because you couldn’t get a job in Spokane. And it isn’t a coincidence that a job happened to form right here in the very county where you were meant to meet us?”

  He was right. Sawyer glanced at Amanda. “What about you?”

  She shrugged. “Felt like free will to me. Although, Mary did ask me to come almost a year ago and then nagged me repeatedly since then. But I wasn’t finished with school, and I wasn’t sure this was the best choice.”

  “What changed your mind?” Sawyer asked, wrapping a towel around his waist.

  “I don’t know. I finished my classes, my parents were driving me bonkers, and something Mary said put a fire under me.” She smirked at her choice of idioms. “Well, maybe fire isn’t a word you want to hear right now, but you know what I mean.”

  “What did she say?” Logan asked.

  Amanda tapped her fingers on her chin for a second, thinking. “Ah right. It wasn’t what she said. It was what she didn’t say. I asked her if there were any cute guys in town. She said she wouldn’t know because she was always working. I asked if she was dating, and she hesitated a bit too long.

  “Little did I know she meant Jazmine, but I still took that to mean it was high time I got out of Oklahoma, so I left the next morning.”

  “And here you are.” Logan spun her around to face him and took her mouth in a heated kiss.

  “Thank God,” Sawyer added, stepping behind her to sandwich her with Logan. He tugged the towel free of his hips and let it fall to the floor. Seconds later his cock pressed into her lower back. He needed her to be higher.

  While Logan kissed her, he shrugged out of his shorts. And then he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her off the floor.

  She squealed. “Logan.” Her hands went to his biceps as he tugged her up higher than his cock and then lowered her over it. A low moan escaped his lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned in satisfaction.

  Sawyer jerked open first one drawer to the vanity and then another. Finally, he found what he needed. Lube. He popped the top, squeezed some into his palm and then wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke it from base to tip.

  He let his hand slide across the tip, coating it with the slippery lube to ensure he wouldn’t hurt her when he entered. Taking his cock was a tight fit in her ass. It had to leave her sore. But he needed her now. And he needed them all three to be connected again.

  Amanda squeezed her ass cheeks together when he traced a line down her crack toward her tight hole.

  Logan still gripped her cheeks, and he pulled them farther apart. “Slow and easy,” he said, although Sawyer had no idea which one of them he was talking to, perhaps even himself.

  Sawyer gritted his teeth as he lined up with her rear hole. It was going to feel so good, too good. He feared he would come the second he entered her.

  It had nothing to do with how tight she was, either. It was purely a result of how he felt about her and what the mating meant to him.

  “Relax your rectum, baby,” Logan muttered. “Same as last time. I’ve got you.” He didn’t move her at all to pump himself in and out. His face looked strained, but he was determined to wait for Sawyer.

  With a shaky hand, Sawyer lined his cock up with her tight hole and pressed into her. “That’s it, hon. Breathe through it.”

  She instead held her breath. He wasn’t surprised. It had to be stressful letting him into her forbidden hole. Even though they’d already consummated this claiming by doing the same thing, she was still relatively innocent.

  Ever since Logan had taken her in the ass that first time, Sawyer had yearned to feel her around his cock. And now he shook with the need to keep things slow. He grabbed her thighs beneath Logan’s grip on her cheeks and slowly pressed into her.

  She stiffened, and her legs stretched out as she tried to lift off Logan and escape Sawyer.

  He stroked her thighs, reaching around to press his fingers into her clit between her body and Logan’s. “We’ve got you, hon,” he whispered into her ear. “Relax. Remember how good it feels.”

  “Too good,” she muttered. “I think I left my body. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  Sawyer chuckled. “And here I thought it was pain.”

  “That too. But more the out-of-control sensation. Like my body isn’t my own.”

  “Mmm. I guess in a way it’s not. Not anymore. In a sense, we belong to each other. And we’re slaves to the need to consummate this over and over.”

  “Yeah,” she conceded.

  Logan nodded at Sawyer over his head, silent agreement to just do it.

  Sawyer slipped one hand out from between his mates’ bodies and guided his cock once again to her opening. He gave her a second to adjust, and then as she relaxed her sphincter, he slid slowly into her, an inch at a time. Painstakingly slow. He’d known it would be tight. He wasn’t prepared for this grip, however.

  Finally, he was in to the hilt. And all he could to was tip his head back, gasp for oxygen, and pray he was able to fuck in and out of her at least more than a single-digit number in order to enjoy her. If he came before he had a chance to feel her tight hole wrapped around him for more than thirty seconds, he was going to slap himself upside the head.

  Sheer ecstasy. Pure and simple.

  “Move,” she muttered.

  That one word lit its own fire under Sawyer, and he couldn’t deny her. He would never be able to deny her anything.

  This was no exception. He pulled almost out and thrust back in. In an effort to hold his orgasm at bay, he lifted her off Logan’s cock and set her back down, his own dick remaining lodged inside her by lifting onto his tiptoes and then settling back to the floor.

  Heaven. His eyes fluttered shut. No wonder mates fucked each other every chance they got in the first few days or weeks. It felt like a slice of heaven.

  “Again. God, Sawyer, move. Please.”

  He smiled as he did as s
he requested, allowing himself to take her tight rear hole while helping Logan get his hard length in and out of her pussy.

  They were amazing together. Like a work of art. A work of art he had no intention of the general public ever laying eyes on. Or anyone else for that matter.

  Sawyer fell into sync with Logan, each of them working together to lift and lower her, although she helped by pressing her heels into the counter.

  She tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder, her mouth hanging open in the telltale O she often got right before she came.

  And then she stiffened, digging her fingers into Logan’s biceps and making Sawyer smile at the way his male mate took the abuse to his arms, heedless of the crescent-shaped marks she would leave.

  As her orgasm rocked through her body, Sawyer came. And a small groan from Logan indicated they were all on the same page. Amazing.

  Beautiful and amazing. Nature knew what She was doing. She always did.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  “What do you think it wants?” Amanda asked a few hours later. She was exhausted. And she wouldn’t give up a single moment of the time she’d spent getting into that state. The sun was peeking over the horizon, streaking the room in the faint lines of light that snuck around the edges of the blinds.

  She had her head on Sawyer’s chest and was drawing circles around his nipples with one finger, fascinated by the fact that he seemed to enjoy the sensation as much as she did. His nipples grew and poked outward.

  Sawyer clamped a hand over hers on his chest and squeezed her fingers together. “Hon, you’re going to make me hard all over again.”

  “Bummer,” she teased, yanking on her hand to no avail.

  Logan stroked her hair away from her face from her other side. “I can’t figure it out. It’s like it’s guiding us, but we don’t need a guide. We know these mountains.”

  “I don’t,” Amanda pointed out.

  “And you’ll never be without us.”

  Sawyer hesitated. “Maybe she’s onto something. Maybe we need to teach her how to get down from that logging site.”

  “Why?” Logan asked. “I swear I’m not letting her out of my sight for an instant. She won’t be alone to get lost. And she has no reason to ever be at the logging site in the first place.”

  “Just brainstorming. It can’t hurt,” Sawyer added.

  Logan blew out a breath. “You’re right. But I don’t like it.”

  Amanda lifted her head and dragged herself to sitting between them, facing the headboard. “How hard can it be? Follow the path down the mountain, right?”

  Logan scrunched up his nose. “Not quite that simple, no. It’s only about a mile from Laurie’s house, but it’s winding. There’s no path in that section. You’d have to know what you were doing to ensure you ended up on the access road. And realistically, the access road is not the best route. It’s too far. There are shortcuts that save time and distance.”

  “Take me up there, then. I’d like to get the lay of the land.” The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she spoke, as if some force had a hold on her.

  “Jesus.” Logan grabbed her arm and hauled himself upright next to her, his gaze not meeting hers, but staring at a space behind her.

  She turned her head back toward the foot of the bed to see what he was looking at and nearly jumped out of her skin. The black substance at her back was still forming into a shape when she turned.

  Sawyer gripped her other arm and sat upright also. “What do you want?” he asked, to no avail.

  Amanda stared at it, feeling as though she could sense something about its stress level. It was on high alert. Agitated. And was it staring directly at her in return? That was crazy. It didn’t have a discernable face or body to speak of.

  Why then did she so perfectly envision the intense stare that penetrated her psyche and made her tremble with fear?

  Slowly, almost imperceptibly, it inched closer to her as if she were the only one in the room. For a second she wondered if Sawyer and Logan felt like it was staring directly at them too, or if they also sensed the presence focusing on her in particular.

  As fast as it coalesced, it folded in on itself and disappeared as if it had been sucked back into a genie bottle.

  Amanda gasped.

  Without hesitation, she bolted over Logan’s body to get off the bed and immediately began rummaging through her duffle bag on the floor by the wall.

  “Hon?” Sawyer dragged himself off the bed on the other side.

  “Let’s go.”

  “Go where?” Logan asked.

  She stood upright, pulling on a pair of panties, and shot Logan a glare. What was the matter with him? “To the logging place, of course.”

  “I don’t like that idea. Why would we do that?” Logan responded.

  She grabbed a bra next and hooked it on. “Did you not have the same experience I just had?”

  “She has a point,” Sawyer said. “We were in the middle of discussing how she might get down the mountain when that black aura popped into the room and honed in on her like she were the queen. It wants something. I’m inclined to agree. We need to give our human mate a few life skills.”

  “You think her life is in danger?” Logan visibly flinched, but he hadn’t moved to get up yet.

  Amanda tugged a T-shirt over her head and then pulled her long hair free of the neckline. “We would be stupid to take any chances. Melinda said all three previous times the spirit manifested itself to your siblings it was to warn them against some sort of future doom. Let’s assume that’s the case here. Maybe I’m the doom.”

  Logan at least swung his legs over the side of the bed.

  Sawyer already had on jeans and was reaching for his boots. “Move it, Masters. Let’s go.”

  He hesitated a moment and then stood. “Okay, but we need to think this through a bit further. It’s not as if we can just drive up the access road where anyone who works there can see us.”

  “You’re right,” Sawyer said as he tied his work boots. “That’s why we aren’t going to take the access road. We will park off the main road to the west of that entrance and walk up.”

  “In human form?” Logan asked.

  Amanda turned to look at him as she pulled her hair back in a band. “Is this the juncture where you tell me I now have the ability to shift like you?”

  Logan shook his head. “I wish.”

  “Then I’m going to say yes. I’m human, so I’ll be in my regular everyday body,” she joked.

  “One of the two of us should shift so we have a better sense of our surroundings,” Sawyer declared. “And then we will pick our way up the mountain toward the site. When we get closer, but not close enough to be noticed, we’ll turn around and come back down.”

  Logan blew out a breath, but he finally gathered his wits and rushed around putting on clothes and shoes. “Coffee at least?”

  “Nope,” Amanda replied. “After we get this done, then we can caffeinate. I feel an urgency that won’t let up.” She pointed to the spot where the spirit had hovered. “Spooky black auras hanging around in my bedroom can do that to a person.”

  Amanda ducked into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth, but that was it. They needed to move. How she knew was a mystery, but after everything she’d been through in the last few days, she wasn’t about to question the plans Fate had for her and her mates. Fate as an actual entity with powers and control over the universe was a new concept to her, but she was a bright girl. It was time to take heed.

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  “How much farther?” Amanda asked. Her legs burned from exertion, and the chill in the air when they’d started out was dissipating, leaving her too warm in her jacket and jeans. It wasn’t far. But it was uphill, and they weren’t on any sort of path.

  She had considered changing to yoga pants or shorts, but both men had shaken their heads and explained how dense some of the brush would be hiking up a mountain in an unmarked area. She needed t
he protection of having her legs completely covered against poisonous plants and the risk of getting cut by a branch.

  “Almost there.” Logan pointed ahead of them. “See that smoke? That’s coming from the vehicles as they park to get started.”

  Sawyer plodded along directly in front of her in wolf form. He was larger than any normal wolf she’d ever seen, but then again, so was his human side. His fur was a gorgeous dark brown that matched his human hair, and his eyes were the same deep chocolate also.

  Occasionally she rubbed his back with her hand as if he were a puppy. He didn’t seem to mind.

  “I know it seems far, but taking this direct route, it’s really only about a quarter mile from where we left the car.” Logan paused to reach a branch at eye level and tie another length of red rope in place.

  The rope was the best thing they could come up with on short notice to leave some markers. And it worked out splendidly he happened to have red. Although he said every man worth his salt had red rope on hand in case he needed to haul something in his truck that stuck out too far and needed to be flagged.

  Sawyer agreed, so Amanda simply took it in stride and continued cutting several lengths of it to carry with them.

  “There.” Logan pointed in front of them again. “See that tree swaying?”

  “Yeah.” She lifted her gaze, using her hand as a visor to cut down on the glare of the sun.

  “It’s about to fall.”

  “Wow. It’s so tall. That’s amazing.” She watched as it leaned to one side slowly and then faster until it disappeared out of sight. “And sad in a way.”

  “Yeah.” Logan grabbed her hand. “But look around you. The forest is vast. As long as everyone follows the law, clearing an area is actually beneficial to the environment in many ways. They have to replant of course, and take care of the area after they’re done, but Nature will take over after that.”

  “I think we’ve gone far enough,” Sawyer communicated as he turned around to face Amanda. “You get the idea, right? It’s about five more minutes to the southern edge of the logging site. Look around a bit and familiarize yourself with the area, and then we’ll go back down.”