A Mate to Share [Wolf Pack Mates 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

“I do like animals and I’d enjoy the zoo program. I loved seeing all the animals in the nature park in Tanzania. I like that they’re free to be wild and do their own thing.”

“What about pets? Did you have a dog when you were a child?”

“The apartment building where we lived didn’t allow animals, so I never had a pet. At elementary school they had a rabbit, Mr. Floppy Ears. Taige got to take him home one weekend and I was insanely jealous of her for that.”

Jett heaved a sigh of relief. He and Morgan had almost finished planning the zoo trip, but circumstances had spiraled out of control and they’d had to bring forward showing her their wolves. Ignoring the Alpha, or even procrastinating on his instructions, was not a viable option. Still, at least she liked animals. That had to be a good sign. Of course, whether she liked her lovers as animals was a whole other question.

After dinner Jett took Eve into the living room and sat her on the couch as if they were going to watch television. Morgan stayed behind in the kitchen. Almost immediately they were sitting comfortably, a large gray wolf walked into the room and rested his head on Eve’s knee. She didn’t flinch or pull back at all, but gently stroked his head saying, “Well now, aren’t you handsome. Is he your dog, Jett?”

“No, he’s a friend.”

After a few minutes the gray wolf left the room and Morgan arrived with their coffee. He set the cups on the end table and Jett hopped up and disappeared. He went into the main bedroom, which he was still using as his personal bedroom while saving the second bedroom for the three of them, and stripped out of his clothes, then changed. He wasn’t as pretty a wolf as Morgan, which is why Morgan had changed first. He didn’t think he looked particularly fearsome, but he was dark brown, a much more ordinary color than gray.

He stalked into the living room, and did exactly what Morgan had done, resting his chin on Eve’s knee.

“Another one. Is this one yours, Jett?” she asked, twisting her head around, presumably looking for him.

“Yes,” Morgan answered for him. “Do you like him?”

“They’re both big and beautiful. I expect they need a lot of walks and eat a ton of food. But they have lovely coats and look very healthy and content.”

Eve petted his head some more and chills raced up and down his spine at her touch on him. Her hands were light yet firm, absolutely right in her stroking of him. Then she took his muzzle between both her hands and looked into his eyes. Jett stared straight back at her, wondering if she’d made the connection, almost holding his breath with the fear of potential rejection.

“The gray dog had blue eyes didn’t it? Just like you do, Morgan. Whereas this one has brown eyes. You were out of the room when the gray one was here and now Jett, who has brown eyes, is gone while this dog is here. That’s why you’ve all stayed out here in this community instead of various families leaving and going into town to live like so many other old farming communities,” she said, speaking slowly as if she was thinking while she was talking.

“Yes.”

“And Taige knows this and didn’t tell me.”

“She was not allowed to tell. That’s the only way we can stay safe, by almost all humans not knowing we exist.”

“Is everyone here in this community a wolf?”

Jett decided she was calm enough for them to put her to the ultimate test. He nodded at Morgan who shimmered and transformed in front of her. She blinked, but said nothing, waiting for someone to answer her question.

“Everyone here is a werewolf shape-shifter except Taige, and now you,” Jett answered after he changed back to human form.

“Will I become one? Or perhaps I should ask, do I have the option of becoming one?”

“No.” Jett and Morgan answered together. Morgan, too, had transformed again. Jett let Morgan finish the sentence for them both. “The shape-shifter gene is carried from parent to child, just the same as hair- and eye-color genes. You will always be human, but should we ever have a child, it may or may not be a shape-shifter.”

“Now, what’s the story with Sard? Why the stupid childish pranks?”

Jett sighed, his shoulders tensing with the stress of the unknown. “Far fewer female wolves are born than males. Sard has not found his mate yet and isn’t happy. Some wolves are mating with humans, some are sharing a woman. Sard wants a female wolf all to himself and has convinced some of the other unmated wolves that if they get rid of you three women they’ll be able to go find some female wolves. It doesn’t make any kind of sense, except perhaps playing on the fear that humans will destroy wolves once they know they exist.”

“And the judge will shake his finger at Sard, tell him he’s a naughty boy, and he’ll be back out of jail causing trouble again in five minutes,” said Eve.

“Another wolf tried to scare Taige. His name was Cinnabar. Jasper forced him to leave the community. Excommunicated him, I guess you’d say,” said Morgan.

“Are you saying Jasper might force Sard to leave your community as well?” asked Eve.

“It’s a definite possibility.”

“But that won’t solve the problem, will it? If there aren’t enough women, the problem is insoluble.”

“No. It’s easy to solve if you find a human to partner with. Especially if two of you find a human you want to share. Eve, we both love you so much. Please say you’ll commit to us. Please tell us that at least there’s hope you’ll come to love us, and obey us, and wear our collar.” Jett hoped he didn’t sound too much like he was begging. He was a Dom after all. But if he had to beg to make this woman understand how much he wanted her, well then he’d beg.

Eve smiled at both of them, gently touching their heads as she’d done when they were in their wolf form. “I do love you both, very much. I do want to belong to you and wear your collar. But this werewolf thing is a big step for me to get my head around. My answer is yes, but you’ll need to give me some time to work through all the issues involved. There is no doubt about my love for you both. That’s sincere. But I need to think about a whole community of werewolves. An overwhelmingly male community. And people who are going to hate me because I’m human.”

“We’ll be right beside you to help you through the challenges. You’re not doing this alone. We love you and will always be with you. Now can we go to bed, please?” asked Morgan.

Eve laughed. “Of course.”

* * * *

They undressed there in the living room, and Jett raced ahead of them, turning lights off and opening the door at the end of the hallway. He went inside for a few minutes, then came out and nodded to Morgan who led her down the corridor. She loved the way the two men worked so cooperatively together. They truly were a team, understanding each other and supporting each other, which amazed her since both were Doms. Being shared by two Doms could have been an unmitigated disaster, but somehow it seemed to work just fine.

Already she knew she was going to accept the shape-shifter situation. She loved these men so much she’d almost broken her own heart by refusing their request in the restaurant. Even now she wondered if it was more her pride that was hurt because they’d been keeping a secret from her, rather than that she couldn’t agree until she knew all the facts. After all, life was full of unexpected twists and turns. Okay, so most of them weren’t quite as unexpected as a man who turned all furry and howled at the moon—at least, she supposed they howled at the moon. Nevertheless, the principle was the same. There was no guarantee about health and illness, wealth and job security, or about anything else. A person stepped out on the journey of life, or moved into a relationship, and just had to hope for the best.

Eve took one step into the room and stopped still. Little tea candles glowed on top of the row of books on the bookshelf, and along the window ledge, and on the nightstand. A vase of the same roses as on the dinner table was on the nightstand, too. Soft music played in the background, and the bed had been turned down, showing deep green sheets.

While Morgan had been cooking up a storm in the kitchen, Jett had evidently been making their bedroom romantic. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

“We wanted tonight to be special for you,” said Jett.

“It has been. Morgan made a fabulous meal and now you’ve created a romantic setting. Thank you both.”

“We were hoping we could fuck you bareback now. We’re committed to each other and neither Jett nor I have been with any other woman for months. We’ll do whatever you want, but bareback is our preference. A sign of our trust and love for each other,” said Morgan.

Eve decided to tease them a little bit. “Oh I don’t know. That chocolate-flavored condom was very nice.”

“I could buy you real chocolate instead. I could pour it over my cock and you could lick it off. That would be even nicer,” said Jett.

“That’s true. Okay, no condoms from now on.”

“Thank you. Now, let’s get you undressed.”

Once again the two men moved as a team, and in just a few moments Morgan stood behind her, pressing his cock into the crack of her ass. “I haven’t taken your ass yet. That’s a lack I need to fix.”

Jett cupped both her breasts between his hands. “Should I fuck your breasts, or your mouth, or your cunt?” His hands slid to each body part as he mentioned it, teasing her along the way.

“Anywhere is good,” she whispered.

“Spread your legs. Jett will play with you while I get your ass ready for my cock.”

Obediently, she widened her stance then took pleasure in stroking and patting Jett’s back as he bent his head and teased her breasts. He sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth. He cupped the globes in his palms, teasing along the sensitive skin of the undersides, then licked a wet path across from one to the other and back again. Gradually his mouth journeyed lower down her belly, but still his fingers pulled and twisted at her nipples until her cunt was dripping with honey.

Morgan scooped her own juices to lubricate her ass as he gradually stretched and massaged the tissues there, inserting a thick finger and teasing along her sensitive channel, lighting up all the nerve endings there.

Jett kneeled down, nibbling around her belly button before finally licking a trail to her mound. When he sucked her clit into his mouth Eve couldn’t help giving a tiny scream. He laughed against her pussy, the rumbles and huffs of warm air stirring her response even higher. Up and down he kissed and sucked and licked, taking random patches of skin into his mouth and interspersing them with places that heightened her arousal.

By the time Morgan inserted a third finger into her ass, Eve was almost desperate to come, her entire body strung as tightly as any bow. “I want to come. I need to come, right now.”

“But we’re not in bed yet,” teased Jett.

“I don’t think beds have played a very big part in our sex scenes up until now,” she replied.

“That’s true. Walls are much easier to find.” Jett walked across to the wall and leaned his back against it. He pulled her against him, fitted his cock to her entry, and drove deep and hard into her pussy until his balls were tight against her skin. Morgan stepped up behind her and began wiggling and inching his cock into her ass. It was so very tight and she was so incredibly stretched. They were both big men, but somehow her tissues expanded around them. The farther Morgan slid in, the more she expanded until he was also balls deep inside her ass.

For a few heartbeats they both remained quite still, then Morgan grabbed her hips and Jett held her shoulders and they pulled out of her together, before driving back into her together. On every stroke there was the extreme tightness of being filled beyond capacity, followed by the feeling of emptiness and loss. Morgan’s amazing cock, with its curve to the left, touched bundles of nerves along her channel she’d never known she had. Every stroke he made into her sent tingles up and down her body. Over and over the men entered and withdrew until her head was spinning from the sensations, and her body was weak with desire. She held on tightly to Jett’s upper arms and let the two men control her every movement as they pumped into her with the relentless beat that was driving her steadily higher and higher, more aroused than she’d ever been before.

Her knuckles were white as she gripped onto Jett, and she suspected her fingernails might be digging holes in his skin, but she was far too aroused to loosen her grip. Besides, her legs were so weak she was likely to fall over, except that the men held her body pinned between theirs. Finally she felt it, the coiling, raging need inside her that had passed beyond the point where it could be controlled. Her orgasm unleashed itself in her belly, blasting up her spine and making every inch of her shake. Her cunt and ass gripped tightly to the two cocks inside her as the spasms rolled through her like the waves over the ocean. Suddenly both men sped up and there were blasts of cum in her pussy and ass as they both found their release.

Eve let herself sag between the men, finally ungripping her fingers from Jett’s arm and resting her palms flat on his chest while they all breathed heavily. Her body was coated in sweat, but she didn’t know whether it was her own or from the men. It didn’t really matter because they all needed to shower. But she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stand if they let her go just yet.

Jett went and turned the water on in the shower, then collected some things and laid them on the side of the tub. Morgan carried her into the bathroom and supported her while Jett washed her with foaming bath gel. Then he put the stopper in the drain of the tub and laid her across his lap, raising her cunt high with his knees. Morgan kneeled down and said, “We’re going to shave you now. Is that okay?”