Call of the Pack [Wolf Packs of Fate 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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It was as though they’d never made love before. Feverishly, they tore at each other’s clothes. Their hands fumbled, fighting each other’s hands to undo buttons and pull down zippers. Kisses rained over her shoulders, and murmurs of love and loyalty caressed her ears. She answered in kind, promising them everything, ready to give them even more.
They fell into bed together, laughing. Caught between them, they lavished her with swipes of their tongues, touches of their fingers and nibbles with their teeth. Tyler’s and Derek’s eyes boasted flecks of amber while Evan’s burned with hints of red. She didn’t fear their inner beasts but welcomed them, knowing that they were as much as part of them as their lungs and heart.
Derek slipped between her legs and found his favorite drink. He lapped at her pussy, easing her legs farther apart then positioning them over his shoulders. The sound of his desire shot waves of passion through her until she couldn’t think of anything other than having their cocks inside her.
Evan played quick nips along her arms then trailed them over her shoulder to the back of her neck. He squeezed her ass cheek then dipped one then two fingers into her asshole. She’d never questioned why they never needed lube. Maybe it was a result of overwhelming passion on her part or maybe it was because her men were supernatural. What did it matter when the result was pure pleasure?
Tyler feasted on her breasts, toying with her nipples as she massaged his with her thumbs. He tugged and pulled, sometimes painfully but always sinfully wonderful.
Emeline couldn’t keep up with them. How could she when there were three against one? Instead, she accepted their love, lying back and letting them take control. She’d learned enough to know that werewolves liked being in control and vampires liked it even more.
Tyler shifted his position and offered his cock to her. She took it in, going as slowly as she could and watching his face as she did. He smiled down at her and then lost it. His face tensed up, and he closed his eyes. Working his hips back and forth, he supported her head. His body was magnificent with steel-like tendons that flexed with each move. His moans were music to her ears, spurring her on to make the experience even better for him.
Which is better? she wondered. Giving or receiving? There was no clear winner.
She smiled, keeping her mouth around Tyler’s cock. Her smile, however, was lost in the next moment as Evan worked his fingers into her dark hole. He twisted them, scissored them, demanding her body give him access to prepare her for his large cock pressed against the small of her back. She pushed her ass against him, encouraging him to enter her.
Derek sucked on her, taking her juices and causing more to flow. He lifted up, his mouth shining with her essence, then moved closer.
“Here I come, sugar. Ready?”
She couldn’t have answered. Not that he expected her to. Instead, he put his cock at her pussy and rubbed it around in her juices. She moaned, needing to have more than only the tip of his cock.
Yet, she was still unready for the assault as he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy. She cried out yet still kept Tyler’s cock in her mouth.
How could any woman handle all three of them? They were so huge, so powerful, that she wondered at her ability to take their cocks and keep them.
They worked together, playing each other’s bodies like fine instruments that only they had mastered. Their moans became as one. Their touches flowed into each other’s, making her body sing with pleasure. She promised to stay with them as they promised to keep her happy. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for her.
When her body could no longer hold back her climax, her mind went along for the ride. She was energy, plain and simple, without any thought except to please her men. In doing so, she reaped the reward.
Proving that they’d grown together as mates, proving that they belonged together not only with their bodies but also with their souls, they turned their orgasms free, one coming moments after the other. Tyler and Derek threw back their heads and roared their releases. Evan ground his out in a barely-heard groan. Emeline gave herself over to the pummeling of desire tormenting its way through her body and screamed. Their cries echoed around the room, a signal to the rest of the world that they belonged together. They collapsed, side by side, as they would forever be in life.
When at last her heart had returned to its regular rhythm, when at last she could breathe well enough to speak, she told them her decision. “I don’t want to change.”
“Yeah?” Tyler’s head rested on her leg. “Are you sure you don’t want to be a werewolf?”
“What about becoming a vampire?” asked Evan.
“I want to remain human.” She laid a hand on top of Evan’s and Derek’s chests. “I can’t change into one without leaving out the other. If I become a werewolf, I leave Evan out. If I change into a vampire, then I can’t be a member of your pack. Not like a female werewolf could. I only have one choice, and that’s to stay as I am.”
Derek turned her face to his. “But you hear the wolf’s call. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes whenever Tyler and I shift.”
What he said was true. She’d yearned to run with them. Yearned to feel the earth underneath paws. She’d heard the call of the pack.
“He’s right, baby.”
She turned to Evan. “No. It wouldn’t be fair.”
He gave her the soft smile she loved so much. “Life isn’t fair. Don’t worry about me. Vampires don’t have packs. We’re used to going it alone.”
She touched her palm to his cheek. “But you’re not alone. You have Tyler and Derek and now me. No matter what we are.” She skimmed her thumb along his skin. “We’re your pack.”
“If you really believe that, then change. Become the alpha female you need to be.”
“Are you sure?” A thrill surged through her. In truth, she wanted to howl at the moon.
He arched an imperious eyebrow. “When have you ever known me to be uncertain?”
“Never.” She kissed him hard, thankful he would give her this gift. When she ended the kiss, she saw joy in his eyes.
“Okay, so who gets to do it? Who’s going to make me a werewolf?”
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.
As an avid reader, she fell in love with romance novels. Then one day, she put her favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
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