by Jane Jamison
She increased her fevered attention to Jayden’s cock, sucking in the head of his dick again then skimming her teeth lightly over his vein-covered skin as she drew him out. With three men taking her, she became more powerful, more of a woman than she’d ever thought possible. She cupped Jayden’s balls and felt them draw up.
“Oh, my God, but she’s tight.” Jackson’s panted words filled her with joy.
“You’ve got that right,” Jacob added.
“She’s got us hooked for sure now. Damn, Emma, you’re amazing.”
She looked up into Jayden’s lust-filled face, saw his amber eyes, and whipped her tongue around his cock. She relaxed her jaw and throat muscles then pulled him in again, taking him until he touched the back of her throat. Stroking the length of his cock, she sucked on him, drawing in his juices. She had to taste him, all of him.
Jackson and Jacob thrust in and pulled out then thrust into her over and over. She moaned deep in her throat, the sound radiating into Jayden’s cock and along her body. All three men made growling sounds filled with lust. Jayden’s hold on her hair tightened as he rocked his hips, helping her maintain her momentum.
She was powerful, strong, healthy, and all woman. Almost as though their cocks had given her something more, renewed energy flowed through her. These men were hers and she was theirs.
Her body hummed with ecstasy, and her heart filled with joy. The muscles in her stomach tensed, growing tighter and tighter as her abdomen burned with heat. Her pussy clamped around Jackson as the walls of her anus gripped Jacob. She puckered her mouth around Jayden’s cock and tried to make her hold even stronger.
Her pussy wept, ready to send her over the edge of the high plateau again. The whirlwind whipped inside her, building stronger until, all at once, a colossal orgasm ripped free, sending her flying. She cried out, her breath and sound covering Jayden’s cock, and she reached out to grip his legs for support. Jayden roared his release seconds before he let go, filling her mouth with his sweet essence. She drank him in then licked him, cleaning him as she searched for every last drop.
Jacob wrapped his arm around her to fondle a breast and laid his head against her shoulder. He nipped at her, the nips stinging as though his teeth had gotten sharper. His body stiffened behind her then paused. His yell rang against her ear as he let go, filling her from behind. He trembled next to her, adding to her own shudders.
Jackson pushed her on her back, moving Jacob over. He plunged into her again, pumping harder, faster. The other two men caressed her, their gazes on her cock-filled pussy.
“Fuck her, brother. Make her ours this way until we can make her ours the right way.”
The right way? But she couldn’t think past the one thought as Jackson gripped her legs. The muscles in his chest rippled as he rocked her pelvis back and forward, driving into her.
Growling, he leaned back to rest on his legs and brought her up to sit on top of him. His cock still filled her, going deeper than ever before. She inhaled as his cock struck the end of her. Cupping her breast, he lifted her nipple to his mouth and sucked. She threw her hair back and clung to his shoulders.
Jacob slid a hand along her buttocks to fondle a cheek. Jayden rubbed his cock against her other butt cheek and whispered sexy words.
Jackson’s glowing gaze locked onto her face, his intense concentration showing on his features. He took hold of her hips and thrust harder, ramming upward into her pussy, driving her closer to the edge. She parted her mouth as she gasped in air and dug her fingernails into his skin.
Taking her by the arms, he laid her back but kept her body above the bed. Her head touched the headboard of the bed as Jacob and Jayden supported her back. Jackson groaned, the sound turning into a growl as he pumped his cock into her, slamming his body into hers.
Tensing, he stilled for a moment then rammed into her again, bumping her head against the headboard. His body shook, meeting the shudders racing through hers as he laid his head back and roared his climax.
She trembled as the men lowered her to the bed and slid their hands along her limbs in a gesture of tenderness.
More satisfied than she’d ever been, she smiled as they rested against her. “I’m so worn out I don’t think I could get out of bed and clean up.”
“Then don’t.” Jackson sat up, taking her along with him. Picking her up as though she weighed nothing, he carried her into the bathroom. “Fill the tub, Jayden.”
Warm water quickly filled the tub as Jackson continued to cradle her against his chest. His scent wafted over her, once more filling her with need. She should’ve tried to stand on her own but couldn’t bear to leave his arms. Once the tub was filled, he stepped in then sat down, keeping her with him as the water rose around them. She relaxed against his chest. Jacob and Jayden gave her a quick kiss then left the room.
“Just lean back and rest.” Jackson dipped a soft cloth into the water, poured bodywash on it, and then slid the cloth along her arm. He washed her gently, almost reverently, sliding the cloth along her arms then between her breasts and legs. She let the tension of the past leave her body.
“You’d better watch out, Jackson. I could get very used to this.”
He chuckled, the warmth of his breath tickling her neck. “I hope you do.”
Her eyes grew heavy as the weariness hit her. “Jackson?”
“Yeah?” He cupped his hand and poured water over her shoulder.
“What’s wrong with you and your brothers’ eyes? They change.” She yawned and found she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.
He stopped pouring water on her. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll tell you everything later.”
“Mmm?” She drifted off, sleep taking her to sweet dreams of her three men.
* * * *
“You’re wrong. We’re making a mistake by not telling her. Especially after what just happened. She has a right to know.” Jayden wiped the last dish and placed it in the cabinet.
Jacob shot him a look that warned him to take care then sauntered out of the kitchen behind a stalking Jackson. Jayden hurried after them.
Jackson was almost to the front door when Jayden grabbed his arm and spun him around. “Are you listening to me?”
Amber flashed in Jackson’s eyes, and the tips of his fangs peeked over his lower lip. “Keep quiet or you’re going to wake Emma. She needs her rest.”
He lowered his voice for Emma’s sake and not because his brother told him to. But the tone of his voice remained as emphatic as before. “What she needs is for us to take her, bite her, and make her well. Sooner rather than later.”
“I don’t agree.” Jackson lowered his gaze to where Jayden held his arm. When he brought his gaze back to Jayden’s, there was no mistaking his anger. “Brother, you’d better get your paw off me right now.”
Jayden let go and tried a different tactic. “Jacob, you haven’t said your piece. What do you think? Should we tell her when she wakes up, or should we wait a week or two and let her get weaker? Not to mention letting her suffer with those headaches.”
“I can see points to both sides of the argument, so I’m inclined to let Jackson take the lead on this.”
Jayden growled and lifted the corner of his lip in a snarl. As usual, Jacob was ready to let Jackson make the call. “Well, I’m not. I’m not going to stand by while she’s in pain. Not to mention keeping the truth about us hidden. She’s ready, and I’m going to tell her.”
Jayden was halfway to the bedroom when Jackson grabbed him by the hair and hurled him backward. He landed, the air bursting out of him as he struck the side of the sofa. Within a second, the transformation began as bones broke and realigned in different angles. His gums throbbed as his fangs broke through the skin and fur spread across his body. Tearing off his clothes, he let the change take him.
Jackson flung his clothes away as he morphed. He snarled, his white fangs dripping saliva. Claws erupted from his fingertips.
“Aw, hell. Come on, you two. We don’t
need to fight about this. We just need to sit down and talk about it like the brothers we are.”
At the same time, Jackson and Jayden turned toward Jacob and let out warning snarls. Jacob held up his hands and backed off. “Okay, okay. Don’t bite my head off.”
Jayden took the opening and flung his body at his brother before Jackson had a chance to turn away from Jacob. Together they rolled, slamming into the front door. Getting on all fours at the same time, they glared at each other then jumped into the air.
Growls and snarls accented the sound of their bodies hitting each other. Jackson dug his fangs into his brother’s leg, but Jayden didn’t let the searing pain stop him. He opened his jaws wide and clamped down on Jackson’s shoulder.
His brother’s blood spurted into his mouth. Jayden made a low noise in his throat, accepting the victory of making a good strike while ignoring the throbbing stabs in his leg. They let go of each other and backed away then circled around while never taking their eyes off the other.
“Look, guys. I have to try and get through to you. Stop now before you disturb Emma. Can’t we talk about this? Maybe over a pitcher of beer? I’m buying.” Jacob tried to step between them, but when they both let out a growl, he moved away.
Jayden had fought with his oldest brother many times and knew his weaknesses. But Jackson had the same advantage. Other than inflicting a flesh wound that would bleed and look much worse than it really was, neither brother would ever harm the other. But sometimes fighting was the only way to clear things up.
Jayden lowered his head and tucked his tail between his legs. Most of the time, he’d bow out first, giving Jackson the respect he deserved, but this was not one of those times. He laid back his ears and waited for a chance to attack.
Jackson must’ve read the signs and known Jayden was about to strike. Whirling, he dashed toward the kitchen.
Was he retreating? Jayden didn’t bother waiting for an answer. Instead, he roared his victory and ran after Jackson. But he should’ve known his brother wouldn’t give up that fast.
Jackson spun around a second before Jayden could sink his fangs into Jackson’s hind leg. Instead, Jayden barreled into Jackson, and the older brother snapped his jaws down on Jayden’s ear. He howled, both from pain and from humiliation. Planting his paws on Jackson, he pushed, got loose, then rolled away.
“Is someone there? Jackson? Jayden? Jacob?”
Jackson skidded to a stop a few feet from Jayden. Both looked at each other then turned toward the sound of Emma’s voice.
“What’d I say about waking her up? Now change back. Fast.” Jacob hurried toward the hallway, leaving his brothers to pull themselves together.
Jackson began the transformation, his hair disappearing as human skin swept over his body. Limbs changed along with his facial structure until, at last, a wounded and naked Jackson stood beside Jayden.
“Jayden, what are you doing? Change back right now.”
Jayden started to do as Jackson said then stopped. What if he stayed in his werewolf form? Wouldn’t they have to tell Emma the truth then? How else could his brothers explain a large wolf standing in the middle of the kitchen? He adopted a wolf grin and shook his body in answer.
He’d never seen his brother so furious. “If you do this, if you tell her this way, you risk scaring her off. Do you want to take that chance?”
Jayden hated it when his brother was right. But when he was right, he was right. Growling, he started the transformation back to human.
Jacob rounded the corner a second behind Emma. She stopped, her mouth dropping open as she stared at the two naked men. She clutched the material of the long nightgown she wore and shifted on her bare feet.
“What was that?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper. Her pale face grew even paler. “Did I just see what I think I saw? Did Jayden…change? Did I see a wolf?”
Jayden tugged at the bloody tear in his ear and tried to think of how to explain away what she’d seen. Thankfully, Jacob came to the rescue.
“Emma.” Jacob took her by the shoulders and turned her around. He stood in back of her and tried to force her to walk toward the hallway and away from Jayden and Jackson.
“No.” Emma tried to twist out of his hold, to turn back to them, but Jacob held on to her and pulled her into the hallway. “Oh, my God. I saw a wolf in my kitchen. A wolf that changed into Jayden.”
Jayden and Jackson crept around the corner just in time to see Jacob lead her into her bedroom. They listened while they hurriedly dressed.
“You thought you saw a wolf change into Jayden? Sweet Emma, I think maybe you’re getting a little too involved with your book.”
“But—”
“But nothing. You’re seeing things, Emma. Between the medications you’re taking, the pain pills, then that glass of wine at dinner, it’s no wonder you’re seeing things.”
Jayden grimaced as Jacob continued to convince Emma that she’d hallucinated. After a little while, she started believing Jacob and agreed that she’d just imagined the whole thing.
Jayden spoke through gritted teeth. “Come on, bro. You know we’re going too far now. Convincing her that she’s seeing things? We have to tell her.”
Jackson glanced down the hallway then started for the door. “Yeah. I see your point.”
Chapter Seven
Emma woke in the middle of the night and stretched out her arms, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against her naked body. Sometime during the night, she’d thrown off her nightgown, but that wasn’t unusual. She’d always preferred sleeping in the buff.
For the first time since the terrible day in her doctor’s office, she was happy. Even blissful. She smiled into the darkness then turned her head toward the full moon shining through her window. Where were they now? Even without knowing where they were, she felt protected and treasured and, yes, loved. Didn’t they always show up whenever she needed them? She smiled and hugged herself.
Her life had changed so much since arriving in Forever. If only the wonderful feeling could last forever.
Reality came crushing down seconds later, reminding her of her short future. How the Carr brothers had sensed that something was wrong with her was unclear. But they needed to know the full extent of her illness. It was only fair that they found out before things got too complicated.
A growl had her breath hitching in her throat, the memory of her vision rushing back. Had she really seen a wolf turn into Jayden? Or had a mixture of pills and wine made her see things that weren’t there? She’d finally agreed with Jacob, but now the doubt was back.
Another growl had her sitting up, trying to place where she’d heard the sound before. It was almost as though she recognized it. But from where?
A third growl joined the first two, and she pulled off the quilt and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Pulling on her nightgown she found on the floor, she tiptoed to the window and peeked between the curtains.
Jackson, Jacob, and Jayden stood in the backyard, their nude forms clear in the moonlight. Why were they naked? Again, her memory flashed back to the scene in the kitchen. Was she hallucinating again? Or had what she’d seen earlier been real? At least the part about Jackson and Jayden standing naked in the kitchen had been real, right? But even if that was true, why were they still naked? Even Jacob had taken his clothes off. Why hadn’t they at least put their jeans on to go outside?
Her men were odd, but she liked the fact that they were different. She’d felt different, out of place, throughout her lifetime. Then, once she’d found out about her tumor, she’d felt out of touch with the rest of the world who could go on about their lives and plan their futures.
Whatever her men were doing didn’t matter. They’d helped her and made her feel whole again. Her men. Damn, how she liked the sound of that.
She started to pull back the curtain and lift her hand to wave then turned it loose as stunned disbelief struck her. She fought to understand what was going on, fought to merge fantasy wit
h reality. Why had Jayden fallen to his hands and knees? Why would a grown man go outside in the middle of the night and crawl around on the ground? She gasped as Jackson and Jacob squatted down to rest on their heels next to Jayden. What in the world were they doing?
Emma blinked, rubbed her eyes, then blinked again. What was happening? Her body trembled as shock hit her. The men changed, their limbs contorting to new positions. Their faces elongated, their amber eyes glowed, and fur swept over their bodies. Within a short time, three wolves paced in a circle, swishing their tails.
“Oh, my God.” Emma dropped to the floor just as the largest wolf lifted his head and looked toward her window. She hugged her knees to her chest, held her breath, and listened for any sound of the men—wolves!—coming into the house. Instead, howls penetrated the silence of the night.
“Am I dreaming? Or am I still under the influence of pills and wine?” she whispered to herself, afraid of the answers she might give herself. Pinching her hand, she winced against the pain and the realization that what she’d seen earlier and what she’d just witnessed were real.
She waited several minutes before she thought it safe enough to crawl to the window, and peeked out. The wolves were gone. As though a gate had opened to her terror, she scrambled to her feet and snatched up her cell phone. She started to dial 9-1-1, when Jackson’s words came back to haunt her.
“In Forever, I’m the law.”
She couldn’t risk calling for help. Besides, who would believe her?
She shoved the phone into her purse and rushed to the closet. Throwing whatever clothes she put her hands on first into a small suitcase, she changed into jeans, a shirt, and sneakers then snapped the suitcase closed. She swung the purse over her shoulder and gripped the handle of the suitcase like a life preserver. Trying to make as little noise as possible, she inched into the hallway and through the living room. She scooped her keys off the side table and checked the yard through the narrow window running alongside the door. Seeing nothing to stop her, she opened the door and dashed to her car.