Not Bad for an Amateur (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (3 page)

As soon as the Escalade was out of sight, she squeezed her body out of the crevice and began making her way back to her rented cabin. It was dark before she reached the cozy haven, and Lily grabbed her stashed bag of clothes and dressed before slipping inside the bathroom window. She made a beeline into the kitchen and ate everything that was left to eat in the place. She took a shower and packed her suitcase. It was time to try something else. She had a month to find more accurate information.

The big white SUV drove up to the manager’s cabin as Lily was loading her suitcase into her trunk. Jim Logan saw her and had the door of the vehicle opening before the driver stopped the Escalade. He strode over to her side as she opened the door to her Mustang. She licked her lips nervously.

“So you’ve had enough of the wild Northwest?” He wiped the sweat from his brow. His light-brown eyes never left her face while he waited for her to reply. When she did not say anything, he said, “You ever want to play in the wide open again, stop in and we’ll see if we can amp up the entertainment next time. I can maybe introduce you around to a few people I know.”

Lily refused to let him see how afraid she was. She smiled politely and thanked him for the information and hospitality of the motel. “Here is the key. I planned to drop it by the office on my way out of the lot, but since you are here I will just hand it to you.”

Jim stepped very close to her and leaned his body in until he was barely inches from her. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me, Lily Fern. I can smell your need and feel your attraction to me just as surely as you can sense my attraction to you. I warned you to stay inside at night. If I had caught you that night, you would be too sore to move as easily as you do now. All seven of us would have wanted a turn on that soft body of yours. A female going into heat is magnetic to us especially when the moon is full. I would have had to fight the others for the privilege of sinking my cock into your warm, furry pussy. Wolves don’t play when it comes to sexual needs. They will fight until one of them cannot rise his head over a female in heat.”

Jim leaned his head down to whisper in her ear. “Do you know what I would do then? I would have sunk my teeth into the back of your neck to hold you still for my pleasure, and when I came I would still be stuck deep in your body. No matter how long or how much you wiggled or whined to be free, I would keep you hooked onto my cock until it was ready to release you. Some females even wiggle so much it becomes more enjoyable for them, too.” His breath wafted on her neck as he licked her collarbone.

His head straightened, but his eyes were trained on her face. “Men like me like to suck and play with a woman’s body. We like to watch her tits bounce as one has her ride him while he bites and sucks her nipples and sometimes with another man fucking her mouth or even her tight little ass.” Jim had his arm around her waist and pulled her as close as he could. “I like to watch a woman gain pleasure while I lick her creamy center and then put her on all fours as I slap her ass and fuck her hard.” He removed his arm from her waist and stepped back as she dropped into the driver’s seat. “The next time you come here, remember what I have said. I will have you in both forms, and you better hope that it is broad daylight or we are alone at the time. I have a brother that I share everything with, especially females, and you are just the right size for us to enjoy together. We will make you feel wild with pleasure and fulfill every fantasy you ever had.” He tapped the top of Lily’s car, leaned down and gave her a quick kiss and told her to drive carefully, then shut her door and turned away, walking toward his cabin.

* * * *

Joel was tickled to see his twin brother, Jim, drive into the compound with the two Betas. He had a few questions for his brother. Like why he scented Jim and a few other single males around the same area that he scented the female were.

The brothers made a pact years ago after beating the hell out of each other in a fight for dominance. They would choose a female that appealed to both of them. That way any offspring they had would belong to both of the men. The pack did not need to be divided if they wanted it to survive. If the brothers took a mate each, then their male children would be constantly at each other’s throats, and that was not the kind of political were crap either man wished for their offspring or their pack members. The twins had experienced enough of the members taking sides. While they fought, others in the pack jockeyed into position to take over if the twins maimed or killed each other. Jim thought he might have finally met the female that could become the mate they needed.

By their nature they could not share the title of Pack Alpha. Only one of them could hold that title. The other was as respected and feared by the enemies of their pack. The fact that Joel had won the last fight is what made him the Alpha. All Betas were Alpha weres and had a say in the decisions made by their Alpha. Jim seemed content with his status as second top dog.

There were only two females left in the pack that were not mated. Those two women kept busy servicing whichever unattached male they chose to have sex with. It was just a matter of time before one or both females became pregnant and was claimed by the male involved as his mate. The pack of fifty-two members already had several ménage family units, so it would not be a problem for the Alpha and his brother to take one mate between them.

Jim carried a large duffel with him and set it down on the dining-room table. Normally he would have pitched his bag into a corner until he was ready for a shower, but today there was something breakable inside. He carefully lifted out the new DVD player and several other items.

Joel was practicing with the men in the circle out in the back of the homestead when he saw Jim coming from the house. Even though he was sweaty and covered in dirt he tackled his twin before Jim saw him in the crowd of wrestling bodies. The brothers rolled in the dry dirt and chased each other into the scrub trees. All the time they were engaged in mock battle they were speaking to each other with their mind speak.

“I believe we have our mate, brother.” The words came from Jim into Joel’s head.

Joel grinned and returned the favor, “You mean the female that hid in that cave from you and your feral friends?”

Jim was surprised and it cost him. The distraction gave Joel the opening to take his brother to the ground with him on top.

Joel got up and offered a hand for Jim to take, and Joel pulled his brother up to a sitting position. The two discussed the female in question, and Jim offered his thoughts on the situation.

“She kept asking about folklore and legends in the area. You should have seen her face when I casually mentioned that we have legends of bigfoot. Then I mentioned the werewolf legends, and her interest perked right up. I swear Joel, she had no idea that I was were, I think she was looking for her kind, but had no idea how to tell were from human.” Jim grinned. “I have pictures and a video that I am pretty sure you are going to want to see.”

* * * *

After they ate dinner in the communal dining hall with most of the rest of the pack, Jim decided to lure his brother back to his quarters to see the video of the little brunette. To be fair, Jim had not watched the footage yet himself. “I think I’ll go back to your place and watch a show or something.”

By the time Jim had placed a bowl of microwave popcorn and two beers on the table in front of the couch, Joel was there ready to see what this little female actually looked like. She must be small to have entered that crevice in the rocks. Obviously she was old enough to mate or even if she had been in need Jim would not be so excited.

“I haven’t watched this yet, so you should feel all Alpha and special that I waited. I have all the cabins rigged with cameras, you know, just in case one of those people calling themselves anthropologists working for that big research company in Ohio under the name of Fensile Corporation happen to show up again.” Jim enjoyed the look of surprise on his twin’s face.

“Yeah, I found out where they are coming from. There was one that showed up last week. He nosed around asking questions and didn’t leave the town. He asked Martha Nells over at the store if she ever heard of anyone being attacked or killed by any animals around these parts. Or seen or heard of werewolves in the area. She told him that he needed to see the good Doctor Belcher over in Sioux Falls. He helps people that believe in things supernatural.” Jim chuckled and shook his head. “If the dumbass had only known that he was talking to one of those werewolves he probably would have shit his pants.” Jim shrugged his shoulders. “It was simple to go through his cabin and vehicle. The car is registered to Fensile Corporation, his laptop has a property of Fen. Corp. sticker on the bottom of it, and I have copies of all of the papers in his briefcase.”

The video was actually pretty good, and Jim explained about the differences between cheap cameras and the more hi-def ones. The cost difference was negated by the quality of the video.

When the girl’s picture appeared on the screen, Jim began narrating. “Meet Lily Fern Nelson, age twenty-eight, occupation computer forensics. According to her driver’s license she is five foot one inch tall and weighs one hundred forty pounds. She has a solid work record and has somewhere around ten grand in savings. She told me she has a committed relationship back in the city, but I knew she was lying and I let myself stomp out of there before I pounced on her.” Jim grinned at Joel. “I was in a hurry so I haven’t got the complete background on our little playmate yet.”

Joel ignored him and concentrated on the image on his forty-two-inch flat screen. He saw a pretty, petite female with light-brown hair streaked with blonde highlights and green eyes. Her braid hung down to her wide hips, and Joel felt his cock harden. Seeing those pouty lips holding the bratwurst inside of her mouth had him groaning. The little woman ate as if she was starving.

* * * *

Lily drove away from the small village, feeling embarrassed. The nerve of that man, how dare he threaten her like that. She was a grown woman, and if he thought for one minute that she would allow him to intimidate her, well, he had better think again. The main problem is that he was attractive and he smelled so good. She wanted to strip them both naked in the parking lot, and see if his promise to give her unbelievable pleasure was just bragging. The thought of him naked, and wanting her as much as she wanted him, was too much to think about while she was driving down the road. She knew that he must be toying with her about the multiple-partner thing. Didn’t wolves mate for life? Obviously she was going to need more information.

Lily unpacked and took a quick trip to the grocery store. It was a good thing she alternated between stores to buy her groceries. Especially for the pounds and pounds of meat she purchased each week. She averted her eyes away from the message boards with poster pictures of the residents’ missing pets when she got back to her apartment. It had been eight months since any pets had come up missing now, and they should take those pictures down.

Lily put away groceries and packed meat into freezer bags, then began stacking them neatly into the small freezer as she listened to her messages. The last message had few words but gave her a warm feeling deep inside.

“Hi, Lily, I wanted to make sure you got home okay. This is Jim from the motel.” He left his phone number, and she almost picked up the phone to call him back. Her hand hovered over the handset then she shook her head and walked away from the machine. No, she couldn’t get involved with Jim or his pack of male wolves. He never mentioned female wolves at all. What if she was the only one around? Would they expect her to service all of those men?

I may be a werewolf once a month, but that doesn’t mean I am a whore to be used and broken like Jim had insinuated could happen, she told herself quietly. Would he really have fought all of those wolves for the privilege of claiming her for his own?

Once again Lily researched wolves. She watched mating videos and hunting videos. She read everything she could get her hands on and still had little to no idea of how she could live a normal life. The mating thing was explained in detail during the video she watched. The threat that Jim had given about keeping his cock deep inside until it decided to let her go appeared to be correct. The male penis on some canine or lupine, as they were called, swelled or something upon ejaculation to keep his sperm deeply held within the female for procreation. She had not paid attention to the particulars or words. Frankly the scenes had disturbed her while watching the show. She found herself breathing heavier when the males mounted the females and clamped their powerful jaws on the female’s neck while he pumped his long penis into her.

Lily wondered how it would be between Jim’s wolf and hers. His scent still lingered through her mind during the oddest times. According to the documentaries, wolves mated for life. And she wondered if Jim was right to be so arrogant about her return. Was he feeling the strange pull like she was? She watched the screen.

The unmated wolves did indeed have sex with different partners. According to the narrator once the females were mated the promiscuity stopped. Lily could relate to the females that raised their tails to the males and then flirted, play fighting and wrestling with the male before she allowed him to have his way. There were times Lily felt the need to wave her furry ass in the air and dare a male to come and get it. Even as a human she had not had sex in almost four years.