by Jane Jamison
“Fuck yeah,” said Thomas.
“Fuck her, man,” added Ryan, his voice filled with craving.
She rode Grant, letting her primal instincts take over. His cock filled her as his hands found their way under her shirt and tore off her bra. His grunts echoed her soft ones as they rode each other.
The end, albeit a tribute to how much he needed her, came all too soon. Tensing, he brought her down hard one more time, his hands on her shoulders as though he could drive his cock through her all the way to her mouth. Their gazes met as they both erupted, their climaxes barreling outward. Hot seed filled her as her body shuddered through her orgasm.
“My turn.”
She didn’t have time to tell Ryan to come into the back seat. Instead, a cry escaped her as he took her under her arms and pulled her into the middle of the front seat.
She was on her knees, thankful the older pickup didn’t have a console in the middle. Ryan grabbed hold of her, his hands quickly finding their way under her shirt. He fondled her tits, pinching her nipples, tweaking them until they stood hard and firm.
Another set of hands cupped her butt cheeks. A bite against her ass flesh had her sucking in air and pulling out of the kiss with Ryan.
“Down, baby.” Ryan had unzipped his jeans. His cock’s wet tip peeked out from between the flaps.
She licked her lips and went down on him. His cock was so ready, so thick and growing even harder. Pre-cum flowed into her mouth, and she imagined what the full taste of him would be like. Around and around her tongue went, pausing just enough to drag her tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Damn. Oh, damn,” moaned Ryan.
“Pretty ass, babe.” Thomas’s hand connected with her butt and sent a ripple of pain to course its way to her throbbing pussy. He added another spank before pushing her butt cheeks apart and slicking his tongue along the crease.
“Fuck me, Thomas. Fuck my ass.”
The sound of the glove box door falling open told her what he did next. They’d come prepared with lube. Was it always there? Or had they put it there when they’d decided to come and get her? She flinched as the cool gel hit her, Thomas rubbing it around her tight rings. His fingers delved into her anus as she bent lower, sucking hard on Ryan’s cock. He twisted his fingers, preparing her.
Pain hit her, moving outward from her butthole until it had changed into a glorious heat that swept through her as he slid his cock inside her ass. She pushed back at Thomas, demanding he shove harder and harder. His hand found her clit and began stroking it until wetness flowed down the insides of her legs.
“Suck him, babe,” ordered Grant. It was an order she was happy to obey.
Her tongue whipped around Ryan’s cock. Her pussy wept with Thomas’s expert handling as he gripped her ass cheeks then added quick, splendid slaps to her ass. Her tits ached as Ryan played with them, giving her hard pinches whenever she sucked harder on his cock.
Another climax rushed through her, catching her off guard. She cried out, the sound of it flowing over Ryan’s cock, just as Thomas slammed into her then let out a howl of pleasure. Taking hold of her hair, Ryan kept her to him as he exploded. Cum burst into her mouth. Thomas’s hot seed flowed over the small of her back, telling of his release.
She did her best to swallow all of Ryan’s cum, but it was impossible. Instead, she finally had to pull away, wiping the cream from her face. Thomas pulled her against him, his arms wrapped possessively around her.
“You are fucking amazing,” he whispered.
She slumped against him, more than satisfied. “Just so you know, I didn’t plan this.”
“We know. But we’re glad it happened,” added Grant. “Come here. Henrietta’s looking out the front window.”
“Oh, shit.” Hurrying, she crawled into the back seat and began grabbing her clothes. “I’ll be so embarrassed if she saw anything.”
“Don’t worry,” assured Grant. “I don’t think she did. Still, you’d better hightail it up there before she comes out to see what’s going on.”
She dressed as fast as she could then ran a comb through her hair. “Seriously, I don’t usually do this kind of thing. It’s just that—”
“It’s just that you want us as your mates.” Thomas checked to see that she was dressed, then got out of the truck and opened the back door. “Better hurry. I see the front door opening.”
She was out and rushing toward the house before it hit her. Spinning around to find the truck already pulling back onto the road, she let out a curse. She’d told them again that she wanted them to be her mates, but they hadn’t said anything in return.
Did they want her as their mate? Or was she merely a good fuck?
“What the hell?” she whispered.
“Willa, are you all right?”
Giving the pickup one last look, she turned on her heel to face her friend. “Sure. I’m fine.”
Yet was she?
Chapter Three
“Grant, hold up.”
Grant swung his mount around. The last thing he’d expected to see while out riding his ranch was Moses Garrett. The last thing he’d ever wanted to see was Moses Garrett. And yet, there he was.
Fuck. Now what?
Ryan straightened up from checking his horse’s hoof. “This can’t be good.”
“You’re damn right about that,” added Thomas. He pulled his horse around, putting it next to Grant’s.
Moses got out of his pickup, worked his way between the barbed wires of their fence, and stalked over to them. “I’ve got a bone to pick with you three.”
So what’s new?
Instead, Grant tipped his cowboy hat higher on his forehead and put one wrist over the other on top of the saddle horn. “Yeah? What’s up?” As if he didn’t know. Knowing the way things worked at the bar, someone had clued Moses in on Willa’s little intervention in the hallway.
“I’m staking my claim.” Moses planted his feet apart, undeterred that Thomas and Grant towered above him. Most pack leaders wouldn’t have tolerated being in a lower position, but Moses was smart enough to realize when he was outnumbered.
Grant played dumb. “On what?”
“On Willa Michaels.”
A growl slipped from Ryan, but Grant ignored it. He hoped Moses hadn’t heard it. If he had, all hell could break loose. “Is that right? So she’s your mate?”
“She will be.”
“And you’re going to share her with Carl?” Moses didn’t have any friends. Only other Garrett family members and the pack, which had to follow his lead.
“I’m taking her for my own.”
An image of Moses throwing Willa to the ground and spreading her legs caught Grant unprepared. His wolf clawed its way to the surface. He barely managed to hold it back as he choked back a growl. “So you felt something with her? Something more than the urge to fuck her?”
Moses snarled, understanding Grant’s veiled accusation. Some werewolves swore by a so-called connection that linked shifters to their mates. Although Grant wasn’t ready to believe wholeheartedly in something he couldn’t see, he did believe mates could share an instant rapport. From what he’d seen, Willa and Moses didn’t have a connection of any kind.
“All you three need to know is to back the hell off.”
Ryan was conspicuously silent, obviously trying to keep his wolf in submission. Thomas, however, managed to keep an even tone. “Does she feel the same way? Is she aware of what you’re thinking?” Without waiting for an answer, he continued, “Staking your claim is one thing, but trying to force things with her is another.”
Moses’s snarl came again and grew to a growl. “Don’t push me, man. I’m telling you what’s what. You’d better remember your place.”
“Oh, I know my place, all right. And I know what’s right and what’s not. Don’t go pushing us too far.”
Grant had to give Thomas his due. He doubted he could’ve remained as calm, especially while warning Moses, the pack’s lead alpha.
“Fuck you, Ash.” Moses lunged toward Thomas, frightening his horse.
Thomas deftly backed the horse up, staying away from the menacing man. “Easy, Moses. I’m only saying what others will say. You can claim all you want as long as it’s not by force. Even you can’t get away with taking a woman against her will.”
Moses, his hands fisted, regained control. “I know what happened in the hallway at the Wolf’s Den. And it’s never happening again. You got that?”
Ryan laughed. “Yeah, we got it, Moses. But it seems to me you’re telling the wrong person.”
Oh, shit. Don’t go there.
“Willa’s the one who came on to us.”
Fuck. Grant closed his eyes for a moment. Ryan’s temper had to have gotten the best of him. Otherwise, he never would’ve thrown Willa under the bus.
Ryan realized his mistake and tried to cover. “Not that she did anything wrong. She didn’t really come on to us. We just kind of ran into each other. Nothing happened.” His tone was placating as he tried to set things right again.
“She came on to you three? Bullshit.”
“Like Ryan said, we bumped into each other. That’s all. Don’t go making a bigger deal of it than it was.” Grant leaned back in his saddle, hoping to at least act as though he wasn’t irritated at Ryan and worried about what Moses might do.
Moses snarled again, amber filling his eyes. “You guys stay away from my bitch.”
Grant and Thomas were off their horses in the next moment. Ryan beat them to Moses.
“Don’t go calling her a bitch.” Grant put his face inches from his alpha’s.
“You’d better listen to him, Moses. You’d just better,” warned Thomas.
Ryan growled and shifted enough to bring out his fangs.
Surprised, Moses did the unthinkable for an alpha of his ranking. He stepped back, submitting to them. Although as their pack’s leader, he had every right to shift and attack them, he was intelligent enough to know better. Moments after he realized he’d taken a step back, he threw back his shoulders and snarled, asserting his dominance. “You boys better think before you get any closer.”
As angry as Grant was, he knew better. They could take Moses right then and there, but the pack wouldn’t like it. Taking Moses three men against one wouldn’t be considered honorable. Especially if there were no witnesses to confirm that Moses had provoked them. As it was, with so many of the pack wanting a change, they might forgive them, but there would always be a question about how their challenge had played out.
“She’s not a bitch.” Thomas had calmed down, too. His voice, however, was low, not threatening but not submissive, either.
“It’s what all the females are called, boys.” Moses chuckled, doing his best to break the tension. “It’s not meant in a bad way.”
“True enough, but don’t call her a bitch. Not around us.” Grant took a step back, doing his part to alleviate the ill feelings.
We’ll back off for now, Moses. But we won’t always back off.
“Anyway, you know where I stand now. She’s mine.” Moses, his chin thrust out in defiance, waited for them to argue. When they didn’t, a smug look came over his face. “Good. Now that we’ve cleared that up, I’ll leave you three to your chores. Me? I’ve got to get ready for a date with my b—” He stalled, smiled, and corrected his mistake. “With my pretty woman.”
If ever Grant had wanted to change and sink his fangs into man, it was right then and there. Amazing even himself, he stayed where he was, determined not to let Moses get the best of him. He thrust out his arm, blocking Ryan from going after the alpha. Instead, they stayed rooted in place, the air filled with the tension of their barely restrained wolves trying to break free.
“He’s going on a date with her. Again.”
Grant understood the incredulousness in Thomas’s tone. “Yeah. Which means, I guess, that she wants to date him.”
“This doesn’t make any sense. Why would she want to? You saw how relieved she was to get out of his house.” Ryan dragged a hand over the back of his neck.
“I don’t know. But until we do, until we can figure out if she’s really our mate, then we have to hang back.”
“Hell, even if she wasn’t our mate, I’d still try and keep her away from him. How could we let any woman suffer?”
Ryan’s humor coming back was a good sign. “Again, I don’t know, but we have to do what’s right for the pack.”
“Let’s hope the Rann boys figure out how they want to handle things soon.” Thomas mounted his horse, pulling back on the reins to calm the animal. “We’ll play it cool until then, but I’m not sure I can last much longer.”
Same here.
None of them lifted a hand in farewell as Moses got back into his pickup, honked, then drove off.
Yeah. Same here.
* * * *
I’m pretty good at sneaking around. Maybe I should’ve been a detective.
Willa slipped out of her car and, keeping low, scurried her way toward the side of The Wolf’s Den. Instead of using her detective skills, she’d actually gotten lucky. On her way to the bar, she’d noticed Ryan and his friends in their pickup. They’d made the turn into the parking lot right before her yet hadn’t seen her. Slowing down, she’d parked several rows back and had waited in her car to give them time to make it inside the building. Once she was out, she’d seen them meet up with three other men then hurry around the side of the building.
Something was definitely up. An idiot would’ve realized that they were meeting others in secret.
She checked the breeze to make sure it was blowing in the other direction then bent behind the nearest car closest to the men. Having them pick up her scent would expose her as spying on them.
She stared harder and could finally make out the identities of the other men. They were Brady, Dart, and Ethan Rann. Although she hadn’t met them personally, Bab Lithgow, owner of The General Store of Fate, had pointed them out, along with a few more townspeople. She’d insisted “they’re three of the good ones in their group.”
Group my ass. She’d meant pack.
“We have to make a move soon.” Brady kept glancing around, his gaze pausing over the place where she hid then moving on.
“We’re ready whenever you are.”
Damn, but Grant had such a deep, sexy voice. She could listen to him read a menu.
“Are you guys sure? Have you had a chance to talk to any of the others?” asked Thomas.
Dart nodded, his hands thrust into his pockets. “Yeah. Some. Everyone’s waiting for us to make the first move.”
“People want to see you three put in charge.” Ryan leaned against the building. “We’ll go along if that’s what you want.”
“And what do you three want? Primary alpha status?”
Ethan’s question was a good one. If her men—now there’s a nice thought—were the leaders of the pack, then she, as their soon-to-be mate, would be the female pack leader. At least, she imagined that was how it would go. But would she want the responsibility?
She was moving fast, choosing men to be her mates when she didn’t know them, even thinking of becoming a pack leader. Still, her mind had been made up a long time ago. She’d become a werewolf and have mates. From everything she’d heard about the men, she’d found great candidates.
It’s like they’re running for office and the job of being my lovers.
On paper and going by what she’d managed to glean from others around town, they were good, solid men. The only question that remained was whether or not they wanted her as their mate. Had they felt something for her? Or was she imagining a nonexistent future?
She was definitely attracted to them, and judging by the hot looks they’d given her, as well as what had happened in their pickup, the attraction was returned. To make them her mates, to decide to take that leap of faith, was a risky one, but she’d waited long enough.
“We have to choose the right time.” Ethan slicked h
is hand through his hair. “If we challenge him too soon, we could blow it. We might not get another chance.”
“Agreed. We have to make sure all the pack is present.”
Grant tilted his head and stared hard in her direction. She hunkered lower, sure he’d seen her. When he continued talking, she let out a long breath of relief.
“If we do this right, there won’t be any fighting. If we have the numbers, then Moses won’t have any other choice but to step down.”
“That’s a lot of ifs, man.” Thomas didn’t sound very hopeful.
“Maybe, but it’s the best way to handle a non-violent take-over.” Brady planted his feet apart, seeming to challenge Thomas. “But, hell, I’m open to suggestions.”
The men grew silent, none of them coming up with any other ideas. If she was going to make a move, now was the time to do it. They could talk about getting Moses out later. Her agenda was more urgent.
Gathering her resolve, she stood up and started toward them. “Hi, everyone.”
They were startled. A quick flash of amber in their eyes came fast but was lost once they recognized her.
“Willa, what are you doing here?” asked Ryan. He glanced at the others, looking guilty as hell. “Sorry. This is Willa Michaels. She’s new in town.”
“We’ve heard,” added Dart. “So what are you doing here, Willa?”
“Doing what everyone else around here does. I’m getting a cool drink at the bar.” She put on a pleasant smile and tried as act as though she hadn’t been snooping. “But why are you guys hanging around outside? Why didn’t you go inside where the drinks are?”
Grant recovered faster than the others. “No reason. Just getting some air.” He sauntered over to her then wrapped his arm around her waist. The gesture wasn’t lost on the Rann men.
“Shit, Grant, you’re taking a major risk. Almost as big as the other.” Brady’s tone was warning enough, even if the interest in his eyes betrayed him. “Word is she’s Moses’s girl.”