Wild Heart [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  “Hey, we’re here, you know.” Trent tugged off his clothes as Steve did the same. Both men stood naked in a matter of moments.

  “Get off, Aiden.” Trent shoved a complaining Aiden away from her then fell on top of her. He pulled her over, placing her on his growing cock.

  She laughed and flattened her hands on his check as he pushed his cock inside her pussy. “Whatever happened to foreplay?”

  Trent’s eyes filled with amber. “I can’t wait that long.” He rammed into her, thrusting his hips upward again and again.

  “Celia.” Steve grabbed her arm to bring her hand to his cock. “Work me, my mate.”

  Her pussy clenched around the large cock inside her as hot lust spread outward to claim all her body. She wrapped her fingers around Steve’s cock and pumped it, loving the expression on his face.

  Riding Trent, she dragged her hand down Steve’s vein-lined cock in one slow movement then released in a slow tug. Steve closed his eyes and tracked his hands into her hair then twisted her locks around his fingers.

  She yelped in pain but didn’t want him to take his hands away. The pain he gave her and the sweet delight Trent shoved into her worked together to give her pleasure. Bouncing, she brought Trent’s hand to one breast while Steve took the other and rubbed his thumb over her tit.

  Aiden, fully undressed now, moved to stand on the other side of her. She took a moment to watch him take his cock in his hand and start pumping.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m getting ready for you is all.”

  The hunger in his eyes sent a fresh wave of yearning speeding into her. His cock was full and ready, standing straight up, almost touching his abdomen. Her gaze slid over the curve of his cock, and her pussy flooded with longing.

  “Stroke yourself for me, Aiden. Move where I can see you better.” She formed a perfect O with her mouth, teasing him, and drew Steve’s cock inside. Aiden groaned, and she smiled, her lips spreading over Steve’s engorged penis.

  Aiden moved and cupped his erection. Starting at the base, he slipped his hand over his length to the tip. Taking the pre-cum that was already there, he spread it over his palm then skimmed his hand back to the curly hair.

  Celia let out a breath, her mouth on Steve, her eyes on Aiden, and her pussy all Trent’s. “That’s it. Take long, slow strokes. But don’t come. I’m going to want you inside me.”

  Aiden’s eyes filled with more amber, and his mouth parted as he did as she commanded. His hand slid back and forth along his big, purple-lined cock. She ached to cup his balls as she was doing to Steve’s. She reached out for Aiden, but he backed away, repaying her for teasing him. Instead, she took her free hand and fondled her tit. He never took his eyes off her, fixing his gaze to her breast as he pumped his cock.

  For the first time in her life she felt free, uninhibited, wild. The sexual acts she wanted to do to her men would’ve seemed filthy, even forbidden, with any other men. But these were her men. They made her feel loved as no one had ever done before. And she loved them back with all her heart.

  Trent rammed into her, almost bucking her off him. With an agonized groan, he thrust into her again and roared his release. Surprised by his quick climax, Celia let go of Steve and leaned forward to press her breasts against Trent’s chest. “I guess you really were horny, weren’t you? But don’t worry. We have our whole lives to do more.”

  She yelped as Steve lifted her off Trent and swung her around to face him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his cock push against her pussy. She’d have him inside her as soon as possible. Or play hard to fuck and drive him insane. Pressing her lips to his, she worked her tongue into his mouth and lashed her tongue around to touch his cheeks. He tasted wild, horny, spicy, and rich all at the same time.

  Steve tried to push her down, to shove his cock inside her, but she wiggled away. He was long, thick, and hard against her pussy, and, although she wanted him, she wanted to make him suffer a little while longer.

  “Come on, man. Fuck her.” Aiden stood behind them and squeezed her butt cheek. His other hand was busy pumping his cock.

  “I’m trying.”

  Aiden laughed at Steve’s ground-out words. “If you’re not man enough to do it, then hand her over.”

  Growling, Steve dropped to the ground, taking her with him. She pulled him onto his side and placed a leg on top of his. “Put your cock inside me.”

  She’d wanted to stay in control, but control was getting harder to maintain. If Steve didn’t fuck her soon, she’d die from need.

  Aiden lay down behind her. He slid a hand over her butt then lightly probed the tight rings of her butt hole. “Stick it in her, man.”

  Steve didn’t need the encouragement. Gripping her hip, he thrust inside her, pushing toward the end. She cried out, pleased at the size and width of his cock. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on his cock shoving in and out of her, driving to the farthest point possible. He struck her sweet spot and she cried out, her body trembling as an orgasm rushed through her.

  Aiden pushed a finger into her butt hole and slid his tongue along her shoulder. “This is just a little preview of what’s coming.”

  Steve pulled her tit to him, sucking her nipple into his mouth as he cupped her other breast. He worked his hips, hard, then faster, then even harder. He sucked on one as he pressed his thumb on the other nipple, drawing an invisible line of lust between the two tips.

  Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she arched her breasts and wordlessly begged for more. The rumble of Steve’s groan rolled into her breast.

  “You’re so fucking good,” Aiden whispered in her ear and added another finger to her ass.

  She moaned, no longer caring if she had control. She wanted her men, needed them to fuck her until she couldn’t get up. Then they could carry her back to bed and take her some more.

  “You’re so big, so thick.” Her voice was hoarse with desire. “Please, get on top of me and fuck me.”

  Aiden grumbled a complaint she couldn’t understand as Steve pushed her onto her back. He pumped into her again, bending her knees to her chest. Her clit throbbed as she laid her knees as far apart as she could.

  “Aiden.” She wanted him close. “Give me your cock.”

  “No. I’ll wait.” Aiden took a step back, his cock still flying high. His hooded gaze strayed to her pussy. “But not too long.”

  Steve filled her up, touching the spot that sent her body into high gear. She thrust her hips upward and grabbed his strong arms.

  “You’re so tight.”

  She bit her bottom lip and held on as the power of her next climax built inside her. “Suck my tit.”

  Steve used his teeth to bring her tip into his mouth. He groaned but kept his eyes on her face. Releasing her nipple with a pop, he kissed her quickly. “I want to see you come. I want to see your face as you spill your cream on my cock.”

  She exploded then, his gaze staying on her face. She reached out and tried to pull him to her, but he refused. He pumped her quicker than ever before as she rode the wave of her release. She cried out, pain and pleasure mixing together in the sound.

  Suddenly he stiffened and fell on top of her as he spilled his seed inside her. His body jerked, tightening then relaxing with his shudders. Falling to her side, his pants matched her own.

  She blinked as a shadow fell over her. Aiden grabbed her by the arm and brought her to her feet. He handed her the sheet.

  “Wipe yourself off.”

  She did even as her legs threatened to fold. “Aren’t you going to—”

  “Hell yeah.” With a snarl, he carried her to the back porch, sat down on the top step, and put her on her knees in front of him. “But first, I want you to lick my balls.”

  She ran her tongue over her lips and took his balls in her palms. Fondling them, she watched as he opened his mouth to pant. He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed, pushing his thumbs against her nipples.

  “I wish I’d thought of that.” Tre
nt chuckled as he and Steve eased past them to get to the back door.

  Celia shot them a grin that spoke of more pleasures to come. “I’m coming back inside in a bit if anyone’s interested.”

  “To quote my friend, ‘hell yeah.’” Steve winked at her and followed Trent inside.

  Excitement rushed into her again as she thought about what she wanted to do to the men next. But now was Aiden’s turn.

  Bending forward, she flicked her tongue over his balls and felt him tighten up. Wiggling her fingers, she played with his balls and pressed her mouth to one. She drew in the soft, loose skin and heard him moan. Running her tongue along the biggest vein, she flicked her tongue over the slit in his mushroomed tip then dragged his cock into her mouth and slowly slid toward the base.

  Aiden let out a ragged breath and pulled her back by the hair. “No more or I’m going to blow.”

  “Isn’t that the whole point?” She tried to kiss his balls again, but he wouldn’t let her.

  “Come here.” His eyes were almost completely amber, and the look on his face was one of raw animal need.

  She slid her tongue over his flat-toned stomach and eased her body upward. He helped her slide onto his legs. His cock pushed at her pussy and, with a wicked grin, she eased down on top of him, sliding his cock inside.

  He grabbed her ass and shifted her to a better position. “You’re ours and we’re yours.”

  “Was there ever any question? Maybe you would’ve known that if you hadn’t been so damn rude the first time we—”

  “Celia, I mean this is the nicest way possible, but, for my sake, please, shut the hell up.”

  She laughed. “Fine. Since you put it so nicely.”

  He fixed his gaze on her breasts and plunged deeper inside her pussy. His length stunned her, thrilled her, and frightened her.

  Riding him as she’d seen him ride his horse, she held onto his shoulders and bucked against him. She guided his rock-hard cock into her time and again, harder and harder. Her cream soaked her clit and flowed over his cock.

  “I love the way your titties bounce.” He reached for her nipple then touched the end of it with his tongue.

  The hurricane whirled inside her, building stronger, wilder than before. She rode him, commanding him like a good rider should. Grinding her clit as she circled her hips, she gasped as friction built the fire higher. Throwing her head back, she shouted the arrival of her climax at the same moment Aiden roared his release.

  Using him to hold her up, she laid her head against him and waited for his shudders to stop. Her body, spent and satisfied, hummed. His arms wrapped around her, cuddling her into a protective hug as their bodies slowed then finally rested.

  “Celia?”

  “Uh-huh?”

  “Want to go upstairs?”

  She yelped then giggled as he pushed his body to a standing position. Wrapping her legs around him to hold on, he shifted her weight and carried her inside.

  Epilogue

  The wind blew through her fur, and she raised her nose to draw in the scents of the land. Since going through the transformation, Celia had insisted on running as often as she could with her men. She loved the feel of the earth under her paws, thrilled at the speed she could travel, and enjoyed the moment when she could lift her head along with her men and welcome the moon to the night.

  But tonight was even better. Tonight she’d run not only with her men but also with her best friend.

  Celia and her men ducked under bushes, jumped over fallen tree limbs, and let their tongues loll out of their mouths as they headed for the same spot where she’d first met Aiden. Although it had been less than two weeks, that day seemed like a faraway memory. Not that she’d ever forget, but her life was so much better now that she’d changed. Where the world had seemed lifeless and gray before meeting the men she was destined to love, everything around her now burst with life and color. She let out a bark as a rabbit scurried into the brush. With her werewolf eyesight, she could see it trembling in the small hole.

  She pounded the ground, digging up bits of dry Texas dirt with her claws. Soon, she’d see her friend in her werewolf form for the first time.

  She slid to a stop behind Aiden and stared at the beautiful yellow-furred werewolf surrounded by three larger werewolves. Bumping Aiden with her shoulder, she padded forward and cocked her head at Sandy.

  Sandy inched closer, her tail high and signaling her friendly intent. Celia let Sandy walk around her, checking her out. Then, with a quick twist of her head, she nipped Sandy on the hind flank and took off running.

  The howls erupted behind her as Sandy and her men, followed by Celia’s men, raced behind her. Her pulse set up a rhythm she could hear in her ears, and she picked up the pace. They’d follow her, content to let the newest among them lead.

  They ran, one mile turning into two, then more. She ran in a circle, scooting under the fences that separated the Braxton Ranch from theirs. She grinned as she led the others through a herd of cows, knowing she’d catch hell for frightening the cattle the next day. But she didn’t care.

  Her joy at running dimmed. Tomorrow would come too soon. She’d call her mother and explain why she was leaving college to start her own graphic design business. And why she’d moved in with three men. Her mother would get angry, might even try to stop her, but, given time, she’d see how happy Celia was and give in. After all, she’d always wanted her daughter to be happy. And happy she was.

  When at last she slowed, Sandy caught up with her. The men of both ranches circled around the females as they padded on, diving in to pretend to nip at them, but she and Sandy knew they’d never hurt them.

  She came to a stop in the middle of the pasture, letting the others fall in beside her. Their pants echoed in the silent night, and she waited, giving herself and them time to catch their breath. Once they had, she scooted to stand between her males, and Sandy did the same.

  Her wild heart pounded inside her, filling with pride as she gazed at her strong mates. With an unspoken signal, the six werewolves lifted their heads toward the sky and howled.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  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.)

  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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