Jason's Salvation (5 page)

“Jason, you know you want that ass of hers.” Noah looked at her. “You want Jason to fuck that tight little hole, doncha, Eve?”

The guttural tone had her shivering. “Yes. Yes I do.”

She sensed Jason’s hesitation.

“Tell him, Eve. Tell him what you want him to do to you,” Noah said as he shifted his hips, pushing himself deeper within her.

She glanced over her shoulder and looked at him. His cock was in his hand. He was watching her with those serious eyes of his.

“Fuck me in the ass, Jason. Please.”

That apparently was all he needed. Joy leapt within her but she was given no time to think about it.

“Hey, Eve.”

She turned and found Ethan standing by the bed, his cock in his hand.

“And I’m going to thoroughly enjoy fucking that sexy mouth. Open up and take me.”

She did without thinking again. She needed the connection, needed this like she needed her next breath. As he slid his cock into her mouth, she felt Jason’s finger slip into her ass. She sighed. Noah spread her ass cheeks for Jason, and he started to enter her.

Lord, she loved this. She loved them all, in their own little ways, but particularly liked when three of them would take her.

Jason slid his cock up her ass slowly. With each inch, the mixture of pleasure and pain increased. Lord, she loved this, loved to lose all her control to these men.

“Fuck, now you’re tight as a fucking fist, Eve,” Noah whispered as he kissed her neck. She felt the scrape of his teeth against her flesh.

He and Jason started to move together. Again, pleasure and pain entwined, and her body rejoiced. Her nipples hurt. Her body ached. Noah apparently sensed her desire because he took a nipple in his mouth.

Harder and harder the cousins fucked her. The pleasure they wove around her.

“Yeah, Eve, like that, baby,” Jason said as his thrusts grew harder. Noah was thrusting just as hard, and she did not know if she would be able to take it.

She started to feel weak, as if it was too much to take.

“No. Eve, you want this. Take it,” Noah said.

She couldn’t say anything. Ethan had his hands around the back of her head and was now fucking her mouth in earnest. The broad head of his cock was bumping the back of her throat so hard she was gagging.

Groans, moans, and the shuddering of the massive bed were the only sounds in the room. Until Jason smacked her ass. The pain of it, the heat, had her coming. Without her even thinking about it, she came so damned hard it brought tears to her eyes.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it,” Noah said as he pinched one of her nipples, thrusting even harder into her as she rode her orgasm. “Do it again, Jason. Smack her.”

She wanted to say no, that she couldn’t take another orgasm, but she didn’t want to give up Ethan’s cock to do it. It was as if she were some kind of animal, unable to control herself. Her sexual needs were pushing her to the edge of sanity. She was still shaking from her last orgasm when Jason smacked her again. It took another slap against her ass and she was coming again, moaning against Ethan’s cock.

“Shit, yeah, I want you to come until you can’t remember your name,” Noah said. He and Jason were thrusting so hard into her it hurt along with pleasure. She was already out of her mind because she didn’t want them to quit.

Jason hit her over and over as he fucked her so hard she now had tears pouring down her face. Her cheeks were wet with it. She could only moan as Ethan continued moving in and out of her mouth. God, it felt good, so good, to be taken this way, primal, animalistic.

She sucked particularly hard on Ethan’s cock and he groaned. Two more thrusts, and then he held her still. His cock slammed against the back of her throat as his cum slid down. Salty, sweet, and so damned addictive. His fingers clenched her hair as he groaned her name again.

He pulled out of her as the other two had slowed down. Ethan cupped her face and kissed her, long and sweet. “Thank you, Eve.”

Then he moved back, and she looked down at Noah. He pinched her nipple. “Jason and I aren’t done with you yet.”

And with that announcement, Jason slapped her ass. The pain filtered over her ass. She clenched her pussy and her ass as she shuddered. Both men groaned.

“Again, Jason. Make her come. I want to feel all those little muscles contract against my cock.”

Again and again, Jason smacked her. Her orgasm slammed through her. She convulsed with it.

“Do it again,” Noah ordered before taking her nipple into his mouth.

Jason did as ordered. She lost count of her orgasms. She didn’t know when one stopped and one started. They were in control of her, pushing her over and over into another release. Noah, though, apparently had had enough. He thrust up into her one last time and came on a groan. He pulled her head down for a long, hot, wet kiss, then rested her forehead against his. Jason had stilled.

“You wear out this old man, Eve.”

She would have smiled, but amazingly, she wanted another release, and another. Her body felt like a powder keg that had not gone completely off.

Jason eased away and she frowned, but Noah kissed her again. He lifted her off of him, and then she felt hands grab her by the hips and pull her to the edge of the other bed. She did not have much time to think between her feet hitting the floor and Jason positioning her in front of him.

“Put your hands on the bed, Eve,” he said, grinding out every word. The
need
she heard in his voice had her complying immediately.

Then, he slipped his hands over her hips again and thrust back into her ass. It hurt, but not as much as she thought it would, and in this, there was pleasure. She knew he was close, knew he needed his release. He leaned over her, putting his hands on top of hers as he continued to thrust in and out of her. His breath was hot against her ear as he sniffed at her hair. He was on some other level that they had not been before, and part of it frightened her. But a bigger part of her loved it, loved that he was so over the edge he wasn’t thinking of anything else but this pleasure.

He eased one hand down her body, dancing his fingers over her nipple, then her stomach, and then to her pussy. She thought she was too spent, unable to have another release, but he proved her wrong. He slipped his finger into her swollen pussy, and pressed his thumb against her clit. She came then, fast and hard.

“Fuck yeah,” he whispered against her ear. He pushed her over one more time, and then he followed, her name on his lips as he groaned in pleasure.

Jason walked down the path trying to forget what had happened hours earlier. He had almost lost control. A bit of his wolf had taken over while they had been making love to Eve. He could not understand just what the hell was going on with him, and now he knew for sure he needed to stay away from Eve until he figured it out.

He needed help though. He didn’t want it, but he needed it. He had studied his own kind along with the animals and their environment. But even with his experience, he didn’t know what to make out of what was going on with him. He could not ask Eve or even his cousin Ethan. They would both start asking him more questions, and worse, they might go to Noah. Then, there would be a family meeting.

He could not face his family knowing what he was sure he had become.

He saw the smoke from the chimney first. It was cold even though it was spring. It had been one of the harshest springs in their history, and he wasn’t in the mood for it. He was ready to see green. This year had been filled with too much death.

As he rounded the bend, he saw the house. It was only the second time he had made his way out this way, but Jason knew he had no option. He needed guidance, and this idiot was the only one who could help him.

He walked up the step and stomped off the snow from his boots. It was clean. Cleaner than he would have thought. Jason knocked on the door. Nothing. He had called and said he was coming, and it was just like this jerk to make himself scarce. Irritated, he turned the knob and found it unlocked. He stepped over the threshold when he heard the bear growl behind him. He rolled his shoulders and turned to face the bear.

“I knocked, you didn’t answer.”

Another roar, but Jason didn’t let it bother him. With Gabe, his roar was worse than his bite. At least for people he could tolerate, and Jason had always been one of them. Jason watched him change, his fur dissolving and his body shrinking until he was nothing but a human man standing in front of him.

“I did not say I would meet you.”

Like most shifters, Gabe had no problem with his nudity. He walked into the house. Jason followed.

“I need to talk to you about some stuff.”

Gabe grunted as he pulled on his pants then a plaid shirt.

“Can’t you talk to your cousin about it, or maybe that pretty little mate of yours?” He turned to face Jason and didn’t wait for an answer before asking another question. “Does she know she’s your mate, yet?”

Jason shook his head. “Noah wants to wait. He wants this mess behind us first.”

Gabe made a disgusted sound. “Your cousin is a good leader—and don’t tell him I said that or I will beat your sorry ass—but he doesn’t know how to handle women. Just tell her she is your mate, claim her, and be done with it.”

“Things are a mess now.”

“They will always be a mess, Dillon. There will always be someone after Noah’s position, trying to top the wolves. You and I know that. It is in our nature. The best thing to do would be to turn her so that she has more of a chance surviving an attack.”

Jason couldn’t fault the bear’s logic. The truth was he agreed with him, but he would not let someone outside of the pack know about that.

“I am not here to talk about our mate. I need help with a condition.”

“So you say,” Gabe said as he got himself a cup of coffee. It was odd watching the bear they called the Mountain Man make a cup of coffee with a Keurig machine. It seemed at odds with his lifestyle.

“Are you going to offer me one?” Jason asked.

“Cups are in the cupboard above it.”

He turned and walked to the kitchen table. After he made his coffee, Jason joined him.

“So, Dillon, tell me what you want and then leave me alone.”

He drew in a deep breath. He had not told a living soul what was going on with him since it started happening.

“Spit it out, wolf.”

“I have amnesia.”

Gabe said nothing for a moment, no expression on his usually very readable face. “What?”

“I have amnesia.”

“You know who you are.”

“Yes. But there are times…I wake up outside alone. I don’t remember what I did beforehand. Sometimes I wake up from a very vivid dream of chasing a deer, eating it, then I wake up at home covered in blood.”

Gabe studied him for a moment. “So you think you might have done something reprehensible.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement. Gabe was an ass. That was for sure. But he was one of the smartest shifters around. He hid it well, but he had a genius IQ.

Jason needed to move. He wanted to run away from it completely, but he wasn’t a coward. Jason also knew that there was no escaping it. He paced the kitchen.

“I’m worried.”

“That’s easy to see,” Gabe said. For once he kept the sarcasm out of his voice, and Jason was thankful for it.

“Wolves are still being killed, and we know it was a wolf—or at least there is one involved. I can’t help but wonder about it. We keep finding dead wolves…What if I can’t remember?”

He didn’t say anything for a second but simply sat there and drank his coffee.

“You’re wrong. It isn’t you. Now, if you have nothing else, I have some work to do.”

Jason stopped and stared at the man. “What?”

“I said not you. Now go away.”

Irritation threaded through Jason’s veins. He has just bared his soul, and his friend as acting as if it was no big deal. “I’m not going to go away. I want an answer.”

Gabe blinked. “I gave you one.”

“Okay, I want a reason for your answer.”

He rolled his eyes. “You can’t do something like that. Even after the attack, you would not have done it because it is against your nature.”

“Why are you so sure?” Jason asked. The second the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to call them back. He had been hiding this secret for so long, he was still afraid of what Gabe would say.

For a moment, he said nothing, but Jason could read the annoyance in the bear’s eyes. He had things to do and he would rather be left alone.

“You have never lived on the outside. I have. And while your instincts are usually good, you’re off-balance right now. No biggie. Just lie low, and it will fix itself. Now, I have stuff to do.”

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“I know because I’ve seen turned shifters. Have you?”

Jason shook his head.

“It isn’t pretty. They live in the cities, and that is what they have to do to survive. They pretend to be normal, pretend there is nothing wrong. They keep themselves from shifting. You can see it, though. It’s as if something is bubbling beneath the surface, trying to get out. Some of them can handle it, but most cannot. Survival means you have to do it, or humans will hunt you down and kill you. They fear anything they can’t explain, and what they fear they have to destroy. You adapt, you fit in. Then…you can lose yourself. It can drive a shifter crazy not being able to shift into animal form. Those who don’t control it and slip over are out of control. They have absolutely no power to resist the kill. Believe me, I skated that edge for awhile.”