by Jane Jamison
“What about your parents? Will you tell them what you are?”
She strode over and brushed her hand along J.B.’s shoulder, knowing it was a simple gesture that never failed to get him excited. “I don’t know. Eventually, I’ll have to tell them, but I’m not ready to do it anytime soon. They never knew about the curse, so they don’t need to know about the cure, either. Maybe someday in the future, I’ll tell them and let them decide if they still want me in their lives. Like the first time I get pregnant.”
“We’re ready whenever you are to start a family.” Taylor peeled a banana, devouring it in seconds.
“So I guess hell must’ve frozen over.”
“I’m not sure what you mean, Bryton.”
“You don’t remember, do you?”
“No. What are you getting at?”
Bryton stood, pulling her into his arms. “I asked you once if you could ever be friends with a shifter. You said ‘maybe when hell freezes over.’ Now look at you. You’re the mate to two shifters and a hybrid. I guess hell must’ve frozen over big time.”
She put her forearms against him, enjoying the heat spreading from his crotch into her belly. Soon, she hoped, they’d put a different kind of heat in her belly. The kind of heat that would produce a child, the first of many. “I guess it did. And I’m glad it did, too.”
“Good.” Taylor tugged her away from Bryton. “Then let’s go to the bedroom and see if we can heat things up. As long as we don’t unfreeze hell and make you stop loving us.”
“I could never stop loving you three even if the flames of hell burned as bright as the sun.”
“You guys are getting a little strange, you know that?” J.B. pulled her away from Taylor. They liked playing tug of war with her as the rope.
“You’re just a horny dog,” she teased.
“True enough. So help this horny dog out. Come on, baby, back to the bedroom. Dinner can wait.”
But she had other plans. “Nope. I’d rather do this.” Pushing him away, she took off running, banging open the back door.
Shifting was painful, but she’d been told the more she shifted, the easier it would get. Or would she simply get used to the pain? Still, the brief agony was worth it as she let the transformation take over. She bolted for the tree line.
A growl came, large paws pounding into the ground behind her.
J.B.
The screech of an eagle soaring overhead split the air.
Bryton.
The tug of a powerful force pulled at her, slowing her pace.
Taylor.
Her tongue lolled to the side as she fought to keep running, but she knew it was useless. One way or another, they’d put her on her back.
J.B. tripped her back legs, sending her sprawling. She shifted a moment before he leapt on top of her, changing in mid-air.
“Got you.”
J.B. began tearing off her clothes as Bryton landed next to them and began his transformation back to human. Taylor, panting from his run, didn’t hesitate to shift and strip, too.
Taylor pulled her toward him, but instead of standing, she got onto her knees. “Suck me, mate.”
She took his cock into her mouth as Bryton strode toward them, his cock full and erect. He stood next to her, playing with her hair, keeping it away from her face.
“Damn, but that’s a fucking great sight.”
“True enough,” said J.B. as he settled behind her. He shoved his cock against her ass, playing with her butt cheeks, pinching and slapping them.
Her body, alive as never before, hummed with their touches. Working her head back and forth, she licked and stroked Taylor’s cock, palming his balls and feeling them tighten in her hand. Too soon, he was groaning then pulling away.
“You’re going to make me come if we keep this up.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“The point is to get all three of us off,” answered J.B. as he tugged her back, putting her on top of his legs.
She gasped as he pushed his huge cock into her dark hole, stretching the tight walls around him. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, tickling her skin, and dancing along the scar J.B.’s transforming bite had left.
Bryton shoved J.B. backward. “Make room for me, man.” Positioning himself between her legs, he took hold of her neck and forced her gaze to his. “Fuck me, sugar. Fuck me hard.”
Another gasp came as Bryton’s cock rammed into her pussy. She leaned back, letting J.B. support her. Undulating her body, she felt the rise of her swirling climax. Hotter and hotter she grew, the air around them thickening with sexual tension. The only thing missing was Taylor.
She spoke, each word propelled outward with the men’s thrusts. “Give me your cock again, Taylor. I’m not done with you.”
Taylor was happy to oblige, coming to the side. She took him in again, tasting the pre-cum that was salty and sweet at the same time.
She was where she belonged. Not a witch any longer but a shifter, one of the people she’d spent far too long distrusting. No other men were as trustworthy as they were. Not only had her mind been opened but her heart, as well. And in doing so, her life had been saved.
Their hands were everywhere. Their kisses placed in spots she never would’ve dreamed were erogenous. As they were rocking together, she was certain she could feel part of their very souls entering her. In return, she gave them part of hers.
Taylor stroked her hair and murmured sweet things. He was a strong man, a powerful werewolf, secure enough to say gentle and loving words to his woman.
Bryton sucked on one breast then the next as though needing to give them equal attention. Massaging her nipples, he pinched and twisting them, giving her pain-to-pleasure zings. Each plunge of his cock inside her filled her completely, the friction heating her pussy up and spreading throughout her body.
J.B. held on to her hips, keeping her steady while nibbling along her shoulders. “We love you. You know that, don’t you?”
Strangely, she wondered if they’d ever told her as much. Yet she hadn’t needed spoken declarations of love. Still, she wouldn’t mind hearing them. And then it occurred to her. Had she ever told them of her love? “I love you, too. I love my three mates.”
“I love you more than J.B.,” joked Bryton as he once again shoved his cock deep inside her pussy.
“Bullshit,” added J.B. with a groan.
“They’re both full of shit. I love you the most.” Taylor covered her hand fondling his balls with his own.
Together, in the woods, they made love. Their sex was always amazing, yet something about this time seemed almost… She struggled to find the right word, and then it came to her.
This time is magical.
“I love you guys,” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she murmured a chant she’d memorized yet had never believed she would be able to speak.
“What is that?” Taylor stopped his thrusts to look around them. “It feels like you’re—”
“Hugging us,” finished Bryton. “Oh, God, it’s even better than before.”
J.B. wrapped his arms around her, his mouth at her ear. “You’ve got magic again.”
Their lovemaking soared to new heights. Bryton’s cock in her pussy, J.B.’s in her ass, and Taylor’s in her mouth connected them. When, one by one, the men cried out their releases, she held back, needing to be last.
Her climax hit her like a steamroller. She shouted, the sound turning into her first howl. Her body shook, and her mind threatened to go blank as the release thundered through her. When at last she could breathe evenly again, they lay her on the ground along with them.
“How did it happen, baby? How’d you get your magic back?” J.B. looked at her in wonder.
“I don’t know.” She placed her hand on her stomach. Sure enough, the flicker of magic had returned. “Maybe it went dormant while I changed. I won’t pretend I understand it, but I couldn’t be happier.”
Why weren’t they saying anything? “What’s wrong?”
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“Nothing.” Yet Bryton’s worried expression said differently.
“Tell me,” she insisted.
“Do you still want us now that you’re back to being a witch?”
She sat up, touching each of them. “Of course I do. Getting my powers back changes nothing.”
She grinned and got to her feet, gathering her clothes. By the time she was dressed, they’d gotten dressed, too. Bringing them closer, she embraced them in a shared hug.
“Are you sure?” J.B. glanced at her then looked down. Was he afraid to hear her answer?
“I’m positive. I love you three no matter what you are and no matter what I am.”
“Until when?” asked Bryton, baiting her.
She spun around and began walking back to their home. With a coquettish flip of her hair, she looked over her shoulder and answered him. “Until hell freezes over.” Laughing, she ran.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
From an early age, Jane Jamison was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, aliens, and whatever else might be 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’s downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together and found her life’s true ambition: to be a romance author.
Jane spends each day locked in her office surrounded by her two furry bundles of joy and the heroes and heroines she loves. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing until her fingers fall off.
Jane also writes as Beverly Rae.
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