by Jane Jamison
Shane fell next to her and eased her onto her side. His hands played with her butt cheeks as Paul continued to ravish her hardened nipples. She was consumed with a fiery need and reached for both the men, determined to force them to give her their cocks. If they didn’t fuck her and soon, she’d go crazy.
Wick eased between her legs then slid his hand along her hip to find its way over the inside of her thigh to between her legs. “Are you wet yet, baby? If not, I’m going to make you wet. I want to feel your juices on my fingers.”
As if he didn’t already know she was wet. Couldn’t he see the moisture? Couldn’t he smell her arousal? How could he not know when he’d already eased a finger between her folds and dipped it into her pussy?
“You’re wet as all get-out, baby. This is exactly what I needed.” He pulled his finger out and sucked her juices from it. “Juicy and sweet, just like I knew you’d be.”
“Please.” Her body purred from their caresses, their words of lust. They made promises of a forever she wanted to believe in, but couldn’t.
Not yet. Maybe later. Think about it later.
“No need to ask. We’re going to give you everything you need or want.” Wick grabbed her behind the legs and pulled her closer. With a wicked grin, he lay between her legs.
She gasped as his tongue found her clit and swept over it. “Oh God, yes. Please. Suck harder.”
Paul took her chin then kissed her again. A sweep of his tongue skimmed along the seam of her mouth. “You’re the only thing that matters to us. I swear we’ll prove it to you.”
Their touches were sweet, but his words were even sweeter. She fought back the urge to cry again. “Just make love to me.”
Not sex. Love. Because this is so much more than sex.
The idea frightened her as much as it thrilled her.
“Hey, baby, are you all right?” Wick lifted up, her juices surrounding his mouth.
“I’m fine.” She was better than fine.
Then Wick went back to her pussy, sending trembles through her. Paul bit at a nipple, giving her a bite of pain that was followed by a rush of craving to have him bite her again.
“First things first. I want a taste of what Wick’s getting. You sure look good, sugar. Sweet as hell.” Paul shoved Wick aside then laid his upper torso over her leg and put his mouth to her pussy.
Spreading her legs wider, she gave herself to him. His tongue plundered her pussy, sweeping over her clit to dive into her entrance. The noises he made were thrilling, causing her to grow even wetter. He sucked on her clit then ran his tongue on the inside of her folds.
Heat, primal and unyielding, burned inside her. The strange feeling had grown so powerful that she could no longer think. Instead, she was all body, all senses, without a mind to tell her that what she was doing was risky. The men talked of a future, yet, unlike her body, she couldn’t commit her mind to that promise.
Not yet. Maybe later.
Shane shoved Paul away. “My turn to get a taste.”
She’d barely had time to register what he’d said before Shane had his mouth on her. He captured her clit with his teeth and sucked, adding a delightful pain to the already overwhelming sensations spinning her out of control.
Wick moved beside her and took her breasts in his hands. “You’re beautiful. You know that, don’t you? Or don’t you? You should because every damn inch of you is beyond amazing.”
Bending over, he took her nipple into his mouth. He worked his teeth back and forth, sending swift stabs of pain into her breasts. The pain, however, didn’t hurt much. Instead, it had her head spinning, her lust building even higher.
“Here, sugar. Take my dick.”
She opened her mouth, accepting Paul’s huge cock dripping with pre-cum. Sucking, she let his juices sing in her mouth.
Shane urged her on. “Damn, but you’re one sexy woman. That’s it, darlin’, suck on him hard. Hollow your cheeks. Drain him dry.”
She cupped Wick’s balls, loving the weight against her palm. He groaned when she wrapped her hand around his length. He played with her tits as she worked him, pulling, tugging as she lashed Paul’s cock with her tongue.
“Enough. I have to have her.” Paul moved to settle between her legs, shoving Shane away. Shane’s mouth lifted into a snarl that reminded her of the way the black wolf had snarled.
For a moment, only a moment, fear took her. But when Paul pulled her legs around his waist, she forgot all about the animal. She had three animal-like men in bed with her.
She took Wick’s cock in and compared his taste to Paul’s. He tasted different, yet he had that same underlying wildness she couldn’t define. He caught her breasts and fondled them, at first gently and lovingly then roughly, his thumbs raking over her nipples.
She hadn’t realized it before, but they treated her as all women wanted to be treated. Roughly, yet with respect and caring. She surrendered to them, not as a weak woman but because she was strong enough to let them be in charge.
Their hands worked magic on her as their hard, sexy bodies spread their heat along her skin. She cried out as an orgasm surged outward, stunning her with its arrival.
Paul pounded into her, his rough grunts adding to her lust. Her own grunts echoed his. His eyes, dotted more with the strange amber color, locked onto hers. “You’re mine. Ours. Remember that.” Then, with one last plunge, he drove his cock as far into her as was physically possible. He stilled, his body stiffening. Then, all at once, he groaned and turned his release free.
Warmth filled her as his cum shot inside her. She clenched her pussy muscles, doing her best to hold his seed inside her.
But why would she want that? Why hadn’t she demanded condoms? Yet the why didn’t matter. The answer was somewhere deep inside her, and she trusted that answer.
“Come here, sugar.”
Paul fell to the side as Wick shoved him away. Before she could think, Wick plunged his cock inside her pussy.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard.” Taking hold of her legs, he spread them wide and hooked them over his elbows. Then, with bits of amber sparking in his eyes, he drove his cock deep inside her again and again.
She yelped as he entered her, forcing her pussy walls to give way to his massive length and width. He filled her, impossibly pushing her walls to their limit.
Another orgasm built inside her, its whirling need spinning until she was certain she’d black out. Shane and Paul came to each side of her, each taking a breast. While they massaged her tits and sucked on her nipples, Wick shoved into her time and again, harder and harder.
She screamed as the second climax tore her apart. Her body shuddered under the onslaught, yet Wick continued to plunge harder, deeper.
“On your side, darlin’. I’m tired of waiting for my turn.” Shane eased her back onto her side even as his fingers found her dark hole and began to persuade her to give way to them.
What about lubrication? Yet, she didn’t voice her question. Even after they’d let her down, she still trusted them. Even in this.
Shane put his cock to her anus then leaned over so he could look into her eyes. “This won’t hurt much after the first little bit. You believe that, don’t you?”
She nodded. She couldn’t do much more.
When he entered her, sliding into her at the same time Wick thrust his cock again into her pussy, she sucked in a hard breath. The men pounded into her, setting up a rhythm. She joined them physically, but it was the odd sensation that really joined them. Even with Paul watching silently to the side, he was still a part of their union. She reached out a hand to him, needing to touch him.
Together, the four of them became one.
Wick shoved one last time into her then paused. She felt him stiffen a moment before he laid back his head and growled his release. Hot cum shot into her.
It wasn’t a minute later that Shane tensed, made a strangled sound, then shoved into her again. In the same moment Wick pulled out, Shane did, as well. Warm seed struck her
lower back.
Her third—third!—orgasm came quickly, overtaking her, sending her mind reeling. She cried out, her body coming apart.
By the time she could think straight again, the men were already telling her how much they wanted her, how long they’d waited for her. Although she didn’t understand some of what they said, she loved hearing them talk about her and the life they wanted with her.
“It’s the feeling you’re getting, sugar. That’s what we call the connection. It’s a special bond that joins men and the woman they’re intended to mate.”
She snuggled against Shane with Wick and Paul nearby. “Your mate? That’s like being your wife, right?”
“Yeah. It’s the same thing.”
Wick played with her nipple, and she slapped his hand away. She needed to think, and if he didn’t stop teasing her, she’d forget everything else except the desire coming to life again.
“And you’re saying we’re meant for each other? So it’s like love at first sight?” She wouldn’t have believed such a thing was possible. Yet since she’d learned about chupacabras, she could believe in most anything.
“That’s right.” Paul caressed her cheek. “We know this is hard to take in, but what we’re telling you is the truth. We knew from the first moment we saw you that you were the one for us.” His dark eyes beckoned to her. “And we’re pretty sure you knew the same thing. Are we right?”
“I don’t know. I definitely felt that weird pull toward you three. Something kept making me want to beg you to take me.” She twisted to look into his face, those eyes. “I’ve never experienced anything like it before. In fact, I feel it right now.”
“So do you want to stay with us?” asked Wick, almost timidly. “Forever, I mean. Not just until you find your mother.”
The mention of her mother gave her a sinking feeling. “If it weren’t for my mother, I’d say yes right away. As it is, I’m not sure if I can promise anything.”
“Then we need to find her as soon as possible,” said Shane. “She’s a chupacabra, and I’m willing to bet she’s the one we saw. All we need to do is to find her.”
“Yeah. That’s all.” Tasha chuckled, but sarcasm dripped from her tone. “And we need to do it before those men kill her.”
“Do you think they want to kill her?” asked Paul. “Maybe they want to do the same thing you’re trying to do. Maybe they want to take her alive.”
She sat up, suddenly anxious that they didn’t truly understand. “I’m not trying to capture her. I’m trying to save her life. She gave me the tracking device so I could find her dead body. I’d rather find her live one instead.” Easing away from them, she asked the most important question of all. “Will you help me find her or not?”
* * * *
“We didn’t tell her everything.” Wick threw a saddle on top of Ranger. He kept his voice low, not wanting Tasha to hear in case she came into the barn sooner than he expected. “Basically, we’re lying to her again.”
“We’re not lying,” professed Shane. “We’re just not telling her what we are yet. We need to take this one thing at a time. Once we make sure her mother is safe, then we’ll tell her about us.”
Wick sent a questioning look to Paul, but Paul was keeping silent. “Fine. But as soon as this thing with her mother is settled, we tell her. No ifs, ands, or buts. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” answered Shane.
Paul remained silent, but his silence was his agreement.
* * * *
Tasha squirmed in her seat. The men had promised that her horse Bloomer was one of the gentler animals, but that didn’t make the saddle any softer. They’d been riding for a few hours after the sun had set, and she was getting worried that, once again, they wouldn’t find her mother. After three nights of searching, she’d expected to run into her at least once.
Worry continued to plague her. Was she too late? Had the men, whoever they were, gotten to her mother first?
“Don’t worry,” said Paul as though he could read her mind. “We’ll find her.” He checked the tracking device he held.
“It’s almost sunrise. We won’t be able to look much longer.” At least she’d figured out that the chupacabra was a nocturnal animal.
They’d searched for the past three nights, going back to the ranch at daybreak to fall exhausted into the huge bed they’d said they’d saved for their mate. As soon as they woke up later in the day, they made love and talked about what it meant for her to become their mate. Fortunately, they wanted a large family like she did. Fortunately, she was willing, even happy, to move to Forever and live on their ranch. The longer she stayed there, the more she loved the land. Soon, they’d take her into Forever and introduce her to their friends.
The beeping of the tracking device caught their attention. She leaned forward, trying to see yet knowing she was too far from Paul to get a good look.
“She’s close. Real close.” Paul’s voice was filled with excitement. “And heading in our direction. Get ready.”
When the dark form raced past her as had happened before, she was prepared. Her horse danced, excited, but she managed to keep it under control.
“Follow us, sugar,” shouted Paul as he let his mount break into a run. Wick grinned at her as he took off after his brother. Shane waited expectantly for her to get her horse moving.
She held on as Bloomer broke into a run. Shane let out a shout and raced past her. If she wasn’t chasing after her elusive mother, she would’ve loved having the wind in her hair, loved the feel of the powerful animal between her legs. As it was, though, she set her sights on keeping up with the men.
They raced over the landscape. She caught glimpses of the chupacabra as it darted in and out of the bushes. But it was fast, faster than the horses. A knot formed in her throat, fear trying to take hold. Running a horse over the rugged land was perilous during the daytime, but at night, it was even more terrifying. Yet the men were willing to put their horses and themselves in danger to help her mother. How could she do any less?
Paul and Wick disappeared around a bend in the hard-packed dirt road. She nudged her horse with her heels again, encouraging it to keep up with Shane’s horse that was slightly ahead of hers. Taking the turn by leaning into it and hanging on for her life, Tasha was propelled into a clearing. She pulled on the reins, bringing the horse to a sudden stop. Bloomer nickered, protesting and sending dirt flying as he dug his hooves into the ground.
Tasha’s heart leapt to her throat. Fear locked onto her as she clung to the horse’s saddle.
No. Please, no.
A gunshot blasted the air.
Chapter Six
Shane pushed his horse to the limit, trying to catch up with his brothers, praying that his mount wouldn’t lose its footing and send them both crashing to the ground. If it did, he’d end up trapped under the weight of the animal. But he had to keep up.
By the time he’d eaten up some of the distance between them, he’d taken the curve in the road, leaning along with his horse to make the sharp turn. Shane was as startled as Tasha and his brothers. “Shit.”
Paul and Wick dismounted, turning their horses free to skitter away. Their eyes burned with amber as they tore their clothes from their bodies. Shane wanted to tell them to stop, to stay human, but knew they were right in what they did. Although Paul had brought his rifle, it would be of little use now.
His attention went to the two men dressed in black. The men stood over the body of the chupacabra but still had their guns pointed at the animal.
The men put their attention squarely on Paul and Wick as they went through their transformations. One man said something to the other. They both lifted their rifles to aim at his brothers.
“Shane? Oh God. Shane.”
Shane slipped off his horse, gave the animal a hard pat on its rump and sent it after his brothers’ horses. “Tasha, listen to me.”
She stared at the animal on the ground, her gaze fixed, her eyes shining. Was she in shock? Did she
even see the men and her brothers?
“Tasha?” He spoke softly even as his brothers’ growls filled the air, their changes complete. Striding over to her, he put a hand on her leg. “Come to me,” he ordered, hoping his stern voice could break through her shock.
She blinked then looked down at him, confusion unable to mar her beautiful face. “Shane?” she asked, as though she hadn’t realized he was there.
He held open his arms and kept his gaze with hers. “Come to me, darlin’. Keep your eyes on me and slide into my arms.”
The growls grew louder, now accompanied by shouts and then—to Shane’s horror—a gunshot.
Tasha jerked away from him at the report of the gun. Her attention swung back to the animal lying on the ground. Slowly, she turned her head to the scene several feet away. Her mouth parted, and she blinked yet again.
Shane glanced to where she was looking. Paul and Wick, now fully in werewolf forms, stood over the bodies of the two men. Blood ran down Paul’s right leg, but Shane doubted it was more than a flesh wound. Paul’s werewolf healing properties would take care of the wound quickly enough.
He twisted back to Tasha. “Get off the horse, darlin’. Please.”
The wild look in her eyes was enough to frighten him. That, along with the trembling that racked her body, terrified him. He couldn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him.
She fell into his arms then fought against him, putting her hands against his chest to push away. “No. Leave her alone.” Pulling her tranquilizer gun from its saddle holster, she darted toward his brothers.
Shane snagged her arm as she lifted the rifle to her shoulder. “No, don’t.”
She tried to pull out of his hold but couldn’t. “Kill them. We have to kill them. It’s my mother. It has to be her. We have to help her.”
Shane locked his arms around her from behind, holding her while keeping her from lifting the gun again. He tightened his hold until, at last, she had no choice but to drop the weapon.
“Noooo. We have to kill them.”