Howling at the Moon [The Mystic Museum] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

“Sven, I need to talk to you, outside,” Jacob said. He jerked his head toward the door.

She could feel Sven’s body tighten behind her. She heard the low growl. His body brushed against hers as he moved past her. She sucked in her breath as juices flowed to her cunt. “Oh my God,” she whispered. Sven and Jacob went outside. She was alone with Milo.

She turned to see Milo moving toward her. His eyes raked over her with blatant desire. She felt drawn to him. Her cunt was already throbbing. When he touched her, she almost moaned.

“Have a seat. Make yourself at home.”

He made the word home sound like so much more. “Thank you,” she said as she slid into the chair he’d righted.

“Would you like some tea, or maybe a beer?”

She didn’t particularly care for beer, but she really could use a drink. “I’ll take the tea, thank you.”

“You look like you could use something stronger than that. How about some blackberry brandy to go with the tea?”

“That sounds wonderful. Are you reading my mind?” she said with a slight chuckle.

“Almost…not exactly.”

He smiled like he was enjoying a private joke, but he sounded serious. He busied himself with preparing the tea. She watched his lithe movements. He was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. The T-shirt hugged his body, showing off his mega muscles. What was it with these guys? They were all so handsome and so fucking sexy she couldn’t even think straight. She crossed her legs in a vain attempt to stop the throbbing. That was a mistake because it just tightened the pressure on her clit, making her even hotter.

He poured a shot of brandy and put it before her. “This will make you feel better,” he said.

His whispered words so close to her ear sent a thrill through her body. Somehow she didn’t think he was talking about the brandy. She could feel the heat of his chest. She could almost hear his rapid heartbeat. He moved away from her, and she closed her eyes, trying to gather together her scattered wits.

* * * *

“What the hell are you thinking, bringing a woman here?” Sven nearly shouted when they reached the edge of the porch. “Have you forgotten what happened the last time a woman was here? Are you out of your mind?” He gripped the railing encasing the porch and rocked.

“She’s more than a woman. I’m pretty sure you know that.” Jacob paced.

“I know it, you know it and Milo knows it, but does she know it?” Sven pushed away from the railing.

“I don’t know,” Jacob sighed.

“Well, I’m here to tell you, she doesn’t. She doesn’t have a clue. She will hightail it out of here so fast your head will spin. I can smell fear all over her.”

“So maybe she’s a little afraid. What’s so wrong with that?” Jacob tried to defend Carolyn.

“I take it you want to make her our mate. She doesn’t have the backbone for the three of us. We need a strong female if our pack is to prosper. She has to choose all three of us. Do you think she will do that? And all three of us must agree. We cannot commit to anything less…We agreed about that. I say no.”

“For God’s sake, Sven, at least give her a chance.” Jacob leaned against the porch railing. Disappointment filled his eyes. “Please,” he begged.

Sven raked his hands through his short hair. He owed Jacob a lot. Jacob had saved his life. A few years back he was being attacked by a pack of renegade shifters. Four of them and one of him, the odds were not in his favor. Jacob came along and jumped in to help. Bullies were strong in groups, and these were no different. When they started to lose, they ran. They still roamed these mountains. Against his better judgment, he said, “All right, I’ll give her until the next full moon. By then she will know, and so will we.”

Sven entered the cabin and stormed to his room. He didn’t even glance at the occupants.

“What happened?” Milo asked as Jacob entered.

“She can stay,” Jacob said.

“Good,” Milo said. A satisfied smile curled his sensuous mouth upward.

“Sven hasn’t agreed.” Jacob’s words stifled the moment.

“Fuck.” Milo’s fist came down on the countertop. That sensuous smile was now replaced by something akin to pain.

Carolyn jumped in her seat.

“I’m sorry, Carolyn,” Milo apologized. “You’re a little skittish. I’ll have to remember there’s a woman around.”

“I’m not used to having men around. At least not guys like you.” She looked from one to the other.

“Guys like us?” Jacob asked. His tone was light and joking.

Her face flushed. “There is so much testosterone in this place I can barely breathe…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Her cheeks flamed.

“Why not?” Jacob asked. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Are you playing with me?” Her trepidation was beginning to disappear.

“Oh, you have no idea how I’d like to play with you,” Jacob said.

She heard Milo growl. The rosy hue on her cheeks deepened. She felt the heat of it. “Are you trying to embarrass me in front of Milo?”

“I’m sure Milo would like to play with you, too,” Jacob teased. He looked at her with a building heat.

“Damn straight,” Milo agreed. Milo looked at her. Blatant desire raged in his gaze.

“You guys are too much.” She tried to control her erratic breathing. These two Adonises wanted to play with her. Heaven help her she wanted to play with them. Her pussy was wet. She was sure her jeans were darkened and damp with her desire. What the hell had come over her?

“Go to bed,” Sven yelled from his room. “We have an early start in the morning.”

“Fuck, he’s a real party pooper,” Milo said. A lock of his unruly hair fell over his eye.

“But he’s right. We do have an early morning. Are you tired, Carolyn?” Jacob asked.

Carolyn looked at that lock of hair and had an uncontrollable urge to brush it out of Milo’s face. She bit her lower lip. Her hand reached for that errant lock of its own accord. She brushed the soft strands to the side. Milo captured her hand in his and pressed it into his face. He turned his head and kissed the center of her palm. His lips were soft. When his tongue licked and his lips sucked her palm, she swooned. “Fuck, you guys are making me crazy,” she whispered.

Jacob removed Carolyn’s hand from Milo. “Not now,” he said. Disappointment filled the air.

“Damn, what am I going to do about this?” Milo touched his crotch and adjusted his boner. He wore an incredibly endearing look on his face, humor, frustration, and pain all sort of wrapped together.

“I suggest the stream and a long run,” Jacob said. Jacob’s face was filled with sympathy.

“You’re serious,” Milo replied. The annoyed look on his face expressed his displeasure.

“She’s not ready for this.” Jacob gave Milo a quelling look.

Milo leaned toward her and breathed deeply. “She’s ready,” he said. He looked back at Jacob, hope filling his eyes.

“Milo,” Jacob warned.

Milo’s face tightened. His jaw clenched, and his mouth thinned into a frowning line. “As you wish,” he said. He turned and headed for the door. He paused in the doorjamb. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Carolyn.” He stepped outside.

Carolyn heard a wolf howl. It sounded very close. A part of her heart answered its lonely wail.

“Would you like to retire for the night?” Jacob asked. Concern was etched on his face.

At that moment, she felt exhausted. “Yes, I think I would.” She covered her mouth and tried to stifle a yawn.

“You can shower in the morning. Follow me.” Jacob took her hand and tugged.

She followed, but her mind was not on sleeping. It was on jumping his bones. She was amazed at how quickly his touch ignited her senses. It was his fault she felt this way. If it wasn’t for him, she’d be sleeping alone in her comfortable and familiar bed.

He took her out of the open kitchen, dining, and living room area. He led her down a mustard-colored hall past a bathroom and past a few closed doors. He stopped in front of a door almost dead center of the hall. “This will be your room.” He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He flicked the switch and stepped inside.

It was a plain room, painted in dull beige. It had a bed, end tables with lamps, a dresser, a closet door, and a set of double windows. The windows and bed were covered in a hideous green and rose floral design. She entered the room. “Thank you,” she said. He nodded. He backed out of the room and began to close the door. “Don’t go.” She touched his hand. “Stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

“If I stay, I will fuck you,” he said. He looked at her intently.

“Yes, please.” She held her breath. Would he stay? Would he fuck her again? She released her breath slowly. She was prepared for his refusal. She moved toward him. “I want you,” she said. She waited. It seemed an eternity before he came back into the room. What had he been thinking? He closed the door behind him.

“Carolyn, you don’t know how much I want you.”

“I can only hope you want me as much as I want you.” Was that really her admitting those desires? Yes, it was, and it felt good. It was liberating. This man wanted to fuck, and so did she. “Take me.” She pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She threw it away. She unzipped her pants and slid them down her legs. “Make love to me,” she said as she removed her shoes and stepped out of her pants, kicking them aside. She stood there in her bra and panties. She was hotter than she could ever remember being, driven by some unknown force. She wanted to jump onto this man and fuck him until she screamed. She reached for the lapels of his shirt. She ripped it open, the buttons popping free. She snarled at the T-shirt in her way.

“Wait a minute,” Jacob said. “Let me catch up.” He undid the buttons at his sleeves and pulled the shirt off. He pulled his T-shirt out of his pants and raised it over his head. She undid the snap and zipper of his jeans. He pulled them to the floor and pushed off his shoes. He gently kicked the jeans out of the way. She pulled down his briefs. His cock was released at eye level.

He grabbed his throbbing rod. “Suck it,” he ordered as he pumped it with his hand.

She took the beautiful, thick, pulsating organ into her hands. Veins were bulging though its length. She pressed it to the side of her face.

“Fuck, Carolyn, what are you trying to do to me?”

“It feels good.” She rubbed its length across her cheek. “It’s so hard. It’s hot, and I can feel it throbbing. Are you sure you want me to suck it? Or would you rather pound it into my cunt?” She didn’t wait for his reply. She took his cock into her mouth. She licked the tip, gently flicking her tongue around its sensitive head, tasting his pre-cum. He was spicy with just the right amount of tang.

“Shit, Carolyn, do you want me to come?”

“I want you to fuck me, Jacob. I feel like a bitch in heat. Fuck me like you would fuck a bitch in heat.”

“You are a bitch in heat.” He growled and ripped his cock from her lips. “Remember you asked for this.” He threw her onto the bed. He spread her legs open. “You look so good.” He dipped his finger into her cunt. “You’re so wet. Taste yourself for me.” He put his finger into her mouth. “How do you taste, Carolyn?” He removed his fingers from her mouth. “Tell me,” he ordered.

“I taste sweet.”

“Show me.” He took her finger and inserted it into her cunt. “We want it wet,” he said. He licked his lips. He removed her finger from her juicy cunt. He pulled it to his lips. He put it into the hot recesses of his mouth, and he sucked on it. He moved it in and out of his mouth in a fucking motion. His eyes darkened with desire. He moaned his enjoyment.

She struggled to raise her hips to his cock. “God, Jacob, fuck me. I can’t stand it anymore.” She bucked her hips, showing him her impatience.

He took her fingers from his mouth. “Do you want it, bitch? You’re in heat. Do you need my cock? Or will any cock do? Shall I call Milo to join us?” He thrust two fingers into her hot, pulsating cunt. “I sent him away. I didn’t think you were ready for this. Was I wrong? Do you want both of us?” He pumped his fingers into her hot cunt. She matched his thrusts. “Yes, you do. I can see that now.” He took his fingers out of her cunt, and she cried out. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, and tomorrow, you shall have both of us pounding into you.”

He covered her body with his. He slipped his cock into her cunt. She panted and frantically pumped his cock. “That’s it, baby, fuck my cock. I want you to come. Come for me so I can shoot my load into that fucking hot cunt of yours.” He continued to pump until he felt her spasm. Her cunt pulsated and twitched. He rammed his cock into her. His vital seed of life squirted from him. Her body went limp, and she forgot to breathe. A moment later she sucked in breath as one struggling for life. “That’s it, baby, breathe.” He touched her face as he pulled out of her. He settled next to her and pulled her into the cocoon of his body. “Sleep, you will need your strength for tomorrow.” Carolyn relaxed in his arms, and she started to fall asleep. He kissed the top of her head. “I can’t wait to watch Milo fuck you.”

Sven opened the door to her room. Jacob was wrapped around Carolyn’s body. He wanted to crawl into that bed with her, too. He wouldn’t give into that urge. She was weak. She probably fainted at the sight of blood. She would definitely freak out at the sight of two men in her bed. How would she handle two cocks thrusting in her face? How would she handle the three of them fucking her? She wouldn’t, that was how. He adjusted his cock to a more comfortable position. “I may have to jerk off to ease this.” He pulled at his jeans. He knocked hard on the open door to vent his frustration. “Get up,” he growled. Two heads lifted. Four sleepy eyes blinked at him in surprise. “You’re wasting daylight, Jacob.” He looked at Carolyn’s big blue sleepy eyes. “Fuck,” he growled. He moved out of the doorway and stepped across the hall. He pounded on Milo’s door with his clenched fist. “Get your ass in gear, Milo,” he shouted. He hit the door with open palms and stormed away. Sven threw the front door of the cabin open. “I’m going to check out Bear Basin. There’s been a report of traps up there. I’ll see you later,” he yelled over his shoulder before slamming the door closed behind him.