by Jane Jamison
Brandon’s eyes glittered with amber at first, but soon the color filled his eyes. She didn’t have long to think about it before he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy.
A shove came against her back as Shane pressed his hand to the middle of her spine and bent her forward. His hand toyed with the tight rings of her anus, his fingers dipping in and out, demanding that they loosen up for his entry.
“Here, darlin’, don’t let them stop you.”
She took Braxton’s cock back inside her mouth and made up for lost time, sucking, licking, drawing her mouth back and forth over his cock. His loose skin felt even better with the hardness of the steel of his length just underneath. The longer she sucked on him, the more tastes she savored.
Shane’s fingers stretched her, preparing her for his enormous cock. “Are you ready?”
She was more than ready. She’d been ready for all of them from the moment they’d stripped in the kitchen. Why had he bothered asking?
Shane eased his cock inside her dark hole. She marveled at his control, knowing how much he wanted to fuck her. But that was the way with the Lark men. They were impetuous, wanting what they wanted right then, yet having enough restraint to be careful when needed. They’d already had a close call, their wolf sides threatening to take over while making love. Instead of letting their animal sides take control, they’d backed off, leaving her bewildered until they’d explained what had happened later.
As though competing with his brother, Brandon’s plunges into her pussy became harder, longer, faster. Each one left her trying to catch her breath then puffing the breath back out. His breathing became rapid pants, his gaze locked to hers, his face a mask of determination.
She smiled, remembering how they’d lamented the fact that, as Shane had put it, she was just “too damn sexy to hold on for long.” Clenching her pussy walls tighter around Brandon’s cock, she took him to the end.
He snarled, understanding what she was doing, knowing he was powerless against her. “Damn it, sweet thang,” he whispered. The whisper changed and turned into a growl then a howl as he turned his climax free.
His hot seed burst inside her, and once more, she tightened her hold on him, wanting to keep the cum from slipping back out. She moaned as he gripped her hips tightly, digging his fingernails into her flesh. She didn’t cry out, not when she knew his bite would be sinking into her later. His body shuddered under her, still bouncing her.
Shane rammed into her, bumping her forward. After two more thrusts, he wrapped his strong arm around her and fell to the side, taking her with him. She let out a surprised yelp then landed next to him as though they were spooning. His cock never left her asshole.
“Spread them wide, darlin’.” Braxton lay down next to her, took her leg, and put it on top of his. A tender touch to her face sent a thrill of a different kind through her as his attention focused solely on her. Smiling, he positioned his cock at her entrance and pushed it inside her.
She sucked in a hard breath then clutched his hair and held on. Both men slammed into her at the same time even as Brandon returned to sit on the edge of the bed and watch.
Caught between them seemed as natural as breathing. She couldn’t think of any better place to be. They not only filled her physically but emotionally as well.
Together the men pounded into her, their thrusts hard, yet somehow filled with a tenderness that extended beyond their touches. Their hard pants echoed her own. Perspiration dotted their foreheads, matching the wetness she felt along her brow.
She gave them everything they gave her and tried to give them even more.
By the time Shane groaned and pulled out to shoot his hot cream onto her back, Braxton had closed his eyes, the determination to keep from coming etched in his frown. Her own climax had built and built until she could no longer force it back. Screaming, she reached for both men, needing something to hold on to. If she didn’t, she’d break apart.
Shane and Braxton stilled at the same time, and then, as though on cue, turned their climaxes free. Their growls turned to howls bellowed outward, drowning out her own whimpers of release.
For several minutes, they stayed where they were, arms over limbs, bodies against bodies, too tired to move. If she hadn’t had something else on her mind, she might’ve begged them to stay there forever, connected in every way possible.
But she was anxious to have it over with. “Will you change me today? Now?”
Brandon drew his hand along the curve of her body. “Are you sure it’s what you want to do?”
“Yeah, darlin’, there’s no going back once it’s done.”
“I’m sure. I want to be part of the pack.” Before they could tell her otherwise, she added, “Yes, I know. As your mate, I’m already part of the pack. But I want to be a full member, no reservations about me. Besides, you’ve always said I have the heart of a wolf.”
“You do. No doubt about it.” Shane’s eyes had returned to their normal color but were now beginning to add amber again. “Which one of us do you want to bite you?”
“All three of you.”
“But, darlin’, three bites aren’t necessary.”
“I know, but I want to feel like all three of you had a part in my change. Yes, it’ll be more painful, but I don’t care.” She lay between them and stretched out as though offering herself up as a sacrifice. “Bite me and make me one of the pack.”
They’d already explained that the transformation would take a couple of days. During that time, she’d be in pain, coming in and out of consciousness. The two days would be the worst days of her life, but the result was worth it.
They hesitated, glancing at each other as though needing assurance. At last, Braxton took her arm and held it close to his mouth, then pressed a soft kiss to her flesh. Brandon took her other arm while Shane leaned over her leg.
“Do it.” She closed her eyes and prepared herself.
The pain of their fangs sinking into her flesh brought a scream to her throat. And another. And another after that. She struggled as they’d told her she would, her instinctive desire to live taking over, but they held her down.
As the pain seared through her, something more traveled with it. She opened her eyes and saw them watching her intently seconds before she passed out.
Epilogue
Maddie stretched out, shook off the last bit of pain, and then lifted her head. She howled, daring Stella to outdo her song of the night. Stella whipped her tail back and forth but didn’t take the bait. Instead, she did a quick turn and dashed off into the trees.
Words didn’t form as they did while she was in her human body. Instead, she felt the emotions that came along with words and actions. Maddie bounded after her sister then raced ahead of her. She raced past Stella and glanced back with a wolfish grin.
By the time they’d made it back to her home, the Lark and Lennox men were waiting. She dashed into the house, still uncomfortable with transforming into her naked human body in front of her sister’s mates. Sooner or later, being one of the pack, she’d get over her shyness, but until then, she made sure she had a private place to shift.
The nails on her paws clicked on the hardwood as she hurried into her bedroom, shoved the door closed with a quick thrust of her head, and then let the transformation begin. The pain that always happened with the shift came and went, something she’d have to learn to accept. She shook her body then ran her hand through her hair. As had become their custom, Stella had gone into a different bedroom to change and dress.
They came into the hallway together with Stella only then pulling her T-shirt down around her. Maddie grinned at her. “I beat you again.”
“I let you win.”
“Uh-huh. Sure you did.”
Stella shrugged. “Whatever you want to believe.”
“I will.” Maddie headed toward the stairs but stopped at her sister’s words.
“I forgive you, you know. I mean I really, really forgive you.”
Tears
sprang to Maddie’s eyes as she faced her sister. “I was hoping, but I didn’t want to push.”
“It’s a stupid thing we both did. You in not telling me about Bruce earlier and then me in pushing you away for so long. I’m sorry for my part, but it’s in our past now.”
She fell into Stella’s arms, hugging as hard as she could while being hugged hard. “Me, too. I’ll never keep anything from you again.” She leaned away but didn’t let go. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t beat your ass every time we run.”
“We’ll see about that.” Stella wiped away a tear. “But we’ll have to wait a while before we race again.”
“Why?” Had she done something wrong again? Should she have let Stella win this time?
“It’s just better for the baby if I don’t shift again.”
“The baby?” Her gaze slipped to Stella’s flat stomach. “Are you pregnant?”
“Not yet. But we’re going to start trying. I don’t want to make a mistake by getting pregnant first then finding out after I’ve already shifted.”
“But it could take several months, even years, to get pregnant. You’re not going to shift for that long?” Now that she’d discovered the joy, the freedom of running, she couldn’t imagine giving it up.
“I guess no one’s told you about shifters and getting pregnant, have they?”
“No. At least, I don’t think so. What about it?”
“Shifters are very fertile and have amazing amounts of sperm. Besides, just do the math. Three men and one woman. That’s triple the chances of getting pregnant.”
“Wow. I’m glad you told me.” She’d have to make sure her birth control pills were the strongest on the market. Not that she didn’t want children, just not so soon. She had a lot to learn about being a werewolf before she could dream of raising children.
Stella wrapped her arm around Maddie’s shoulders. “Come on. Let’s join our mates.”
“Yeah. Let’s.”
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.
As an avid reader, she fell in love with romance novels. Then one day, she put her favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition—to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends her days in her home office surrounded by the characters she loves and the furry pets she adores. Often a new character will knock on the door of her imagination and spark the idea for another book.
Her future includes traveling, learning the art of photography, and writing more books. Thanks to her loving husband, she continues to turn her dreams into realities.
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