by Eve Langlais
With a snarl, Derrick leapt at the witch’s throat, focusing his were magic around Jenna. Mark, in tune as usual to his thoughts, spun a shield in front of him as he lunged. The stupid witch didn’t realize her error till too late. She chanted the end of her spell, but it hit their shield and bounced back onto her. And like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz, Clarissa melted into nothing with a stream of ugly screams.
The witch’s final shriek had barely faded when he scooped up a white-faced Jenna. With Mark hot on his heels, he trotted up the stairs. To his surprise, she wound her arms tight around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I freaked when I saw you change,” she whispered.
“No problem.”
“I promise not to be so freaked out next time.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” He grinned down at her startled face and lay her down on the bed, his hands along with Mark’s divesting her of her clothes. “Sweetheart, only an idiot wouldn’t be scared of a wolf, let alone two. And we shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that. Now, if you don’t mind, I feel an urgent need to check you for injury and lick every inch of your body.”
“Ditto,” said Mark whose wet tongue began an immediate wet sweep of her neck. She shivered.
Derrick rolled over and grabbed the bottle of oil he’d stashed on the nightstand earlier. Time to show her a true ménage.
Jenna forgot her fear and her name; the only thing left was the building rapture in her body. Two mouths and two sets of hands could really accomplish a lot. She’d given up trying to figure out who was doing what and just closed her eyes to savor the pleasure.
A warm mouth sucked at her breasts, nipping and tugging at her nipples until they peaked. Another mouth lapped at her wet sex, a hot tongue spreading her lips to stab into her. She couldn’t move for they had her pinned with their heavy bodies and hands.
It feels so decadently good.
When they finally let her up, they sat her atop Mark’s cock. She smiled. He looked so deliciously rumpled lying there with his eyes half closed. She leaned forward, pushing down on him as she nibbled one of his flat nipples. He sucked in a breath. She swirled a tongue around his nub before switching her attention to the other one.
A cold liquid dribbled down the crack of her ass and she sat up with a gasp. She turned to look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she asked Derrick, whose fingers spread the oily substance against her puckered hole.
“Preparing to fuck you.”
Her eyes widened as she understood his meaning. “But…”
Derrick kissed the protest from her lips. “Trust me,” he whispered.
“Trust us,” said Mark, tweaking her nipples.
She turned back toward Mark, and Derrick’s hand in the middle of her back pushed her down until Mark’s arms wrapped around her. He caught her lips and kissed her breathless, but Jenna was too aware of Derrick’s fingers probing at her tight ring. He slipped one finger in and she went still, her body tensing.
Mark nipped at her lips and gyrated his hips, swirling his hard cock inside her. Jenna gasped and, for a moment, her muscles relaxed.
Derrick used this looseness to pump her lightly with his finger, and Jenna found herself moving in time with his thrusts, the sensation odd, but not unpleasantly so.
The digit popped out and Jenna kept rocking on Mark’s shaft, rubbing her clit against him. She felt something bigger probing at her anus and she whimpered in Mark’s mouth. Derrick took it slow, the thick head of his cock probing at her tight ass. When his swollen head slid into her anus, she froze, the stretching tightness uncomfortable.
“Push out,” he grunted.
Unsure how that would help, she nevertheless did as he said. The pressure eased enough that he slid the rest of the way in.
Jenna’s breath caught at the feeling. She was so full of cock, throbbing, wonderful cock. She was suddenly on the brink of an orgasm, and she wiggled her bottom looking for that extra something to push her over.
Her lovers gasped simultaneously, but they began to move inside her, like synchronized pistons, thrusting in and out. Jenna couldn’t have explained the feeling; it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. And, oh, did she enjoy it.
She came hard, screaming against Mark’s mouth.
Mark gasped. “Look at me.”
She opened passion-strained eyes, the throes of her orgasm still roaring through her. He pumped her faster.
“Forever yours,” he moaned a moment before exploding.
Derrick knew his brother had reached his peak, a good thing because he held on to his own release by a thread. He leaned forward, and when he heard his brother’s declaration, made his own. “Happiness all our days.” Then he joined Mark in spilling his seed inside their mate.
The beauty and strength of their joining made him shake. He still couldn’t believe they’d found their mate and escaped their prison. It was hard to tell which made him happier.
But the day had definitely been exhausting and, like a pile of puppies, they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs.
One thought ran through all their minds before they fell asleep. It’s nice to be home.
Epilogue
Halloween had rolled around and as Jenna decorated the outside of the house, she hummed to herself while listening to her men argue over how to carve the pumpkin.
The past year had been both a delight and a revelation. The townsfolk, after getting over their shock at the brothers’ return, hadn’t batted an eye at their living arrangement. Mark confided in her that they weren’t the only special folk in town. Weird happenings and family situations were par for the course.
Her worries over sharing herself with two men seemed laughable now. The brothers never got jealous where she was concerned. Whether they made love to her as a pair or apart, their primary concern was always her pleasure. Not that she let them suffer. She gave as good as she got and then some. It was quite satisfying to see her two alpha males sprawled in sated bliss, their taste in her mouth.
As for Clarissa, no one ever asked what happened to her. A few months after she disappeared, her shop reopened with a new witch manning the counter. A plump cutie with whom Jenna had become great friends. So close, in fact, that Jenna was now looking for the right kind of man-or two-to set her friend up with so she could find the same bliss Jenna enjoyed.
A joy that was about to expand.
Jenna set up the surprise she’d planned since she’d found out, pulling out the special Halloween figures she’d purchased for this moment.
Big hands curved around her body and drew her into a solid body. Derrick nibbled her earlobe. “Whatcha doing, babe?”
“Setting up the family.”
She placed the two large black wolves on the wide railing. Smack dab between them, she put a smaller russet colored one, then on either side of that one, cubs.
“Which family, sweetheart?” asked Mark as he dropped a kiss on her nape.
“Well, let’s see, those two big ones are you and Derrick, of course. The small one is how I’d want to look if I was a wolf. And the two little ones…” Jenna smiled and placed her hands over her tummy.
Mark’s eyes bulged and Derrick went still behind her.
“Are you… Are you saying you’re pregnant?” Derrick whispered, his fingers digging into the flesh at her waist.
Jenna rolled her eyes. “Duh. Do I need to draw you both a picture?”
Then they ruined the moment.
Derrick turned her around carefully, like a fragile piece of glass. “Did you know you were pregnant when you climbed that ladder yesterday?”
Not to be outdone, Mark chastised her too. “And painting? What about the fumes?”
Jenna rolled her eyes at their overprotective attitude even as she basked in their attention. Damn, do I love them. Funny how what started out as a ghostly ménage turned into love, not once, but twice over. And I wouldn’t give it up for anything, she though
t with a smile as they sandwiched her between their big bodies and kissed her breathless.
Author Bio
Eve Langlais is a Canadian in her mid-thirties who’s married with three children. She resides in a small town in Ontario where she works from home as a webmistress and customer service rep. She enjoys spending time with her family, playing Wii (Mario Galaxy II), reading tawdry romance novels, and writing even naughtier ones. She claims her stories come from the voices clamoring inside her head. Discover what else her twisted mind has devised at http://www.evelanglais.com.
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