Shay's Shifters [Mountain Men of Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

They were werewolves, and she was proud to call them her mates.

“Hold her still.”

Walker and Renkon held her legs down, binding her to the ground so that Rosh could devour her pussy. Still she bucked, unable to calm the fire flaming into an uncontrollable beast of its own. She cried out, not to get away but to let Rosh how much he pleased her.

Walker freed her leg to let Renkon take it. Moving so that he knelt beside her, he cupped her behind the head and gave his cock to her. “Suck on it as hard as you can. Do it.”

She obeyed him, thrilling at the command in his tone. He was her master as surely as she was his queen. Licking and sucking on him, she did her best to take him as far into her mouth as she could. His fingers locked onto her hair, keeping her where she was even when she choked a little.

Renkon kept her legs apart as he bent over her to nibble on her stomach. His quick zings of pain added to the nips Rosh gave her clit. Rosh added fingers to her pussy, driving hard and fast into her. His hand rammed against the skin between her pussy and her butt hole, making loud smacking sounds that were an accompaniment to his sucking noises as he lapped up her juices.

Renkon turned her legs loose and shoved a hand under ass. “Tell us now what she looks like, Rosh.” He played the tips of his fingers around the tight rings of her anus.

His cousin pulled back the hood of her clit and moaned a tortured yet satisfied sound. “I can feel her throbbing. Damn, she’s ready to shoot.”

“Then make her do it,” added Walker.

Rosh didn’t need any additional urging. He clamped on to her, making a circle with his mouth around her clit. He flicked his tongue over her little nub then sucked as he added a third finger to her pussy.

She trembled as the tension inside her grew. She didn’t care if everyone in The Hidden heard her, she had to let go. She screamed Rosh’s name, begging him to stop, growling at him if he dared to obey her. He continued to torment her until she was lifting her butt off the ground to imitate the way her body soared with the orgasm. She screamed again, and the sound morphed into moans of pleasure.

Walker hauled her body up, thrilling her as he positioned her on top of him. His hand covered her mons to hold her to him and to slide a finger between her folds to massage her clit.

“I’ll drink your cream the next time. But for now, I can’t wait any longer.” Holding her from behind, he wrapped his arm around her breasts and pushed on her hip, thrusting his cock inside her pussy. He filled her completely.

She reached behind her to grab his hair as he placed bites along her neck. “Fuck me hard, Walker.”

He answered, grunting as he plunged into her. Rosh and Renkon looked on, their cocks in their hands, the red flashes continuing in their eyes. She rode him, pushing her buttocks against him to ease the way for him. Bouncing her up and down, he pumped into her, harder with each thrust. A snarl formed on Rosh’s face as he took her arms and pulled her away out of Walker’s hold.

Walker’s growl was low and mean, but Rosh wasn’t going to be denied. “Easy, man. You’ve had her pussy, now take her ass.”

He lay back, bending his legs so that he could lean backward between them. His cock stood straight up as he pulled her down on top of him. His enormous shaft stretched her to the limit and found her sweet spot.

The world erupted around her as she thrust forward, driving her climax into high gear. She leaned over Rosh, her hands shoved against his rock-hard chest as Walker smeared something cool and wet around her anus. He eased one finger inside her butt hole and worked it around, then two. He prepared her, but his preparation drove her crazy, too.

She tossed her hair over her back to turn and look at him. “Don’t be so easy on me. I don’t want gentle.”

If he’d wanted to speak, she doubted he could have. Instead, he gritted his teeth, positioned the tip of his cock at her hole, and then pushed in.

She moaned at the pain, but the pain soon turned to pleasure. Pushing back, she worked her hips, moving them around as though to drill him farther inside her. Walker pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and plunged into her again and again. His tight balls slapped against her. He was filling her hole, and she loved it. She wondered how she could take two huge cocks inside her without tearing her body in half.

“Shay.”

Renkon had risen to his feet. He held his cock and yanked her hair to bring her mouth to him. She tugged him in and deep-throated him.

Rosh closed his eyes, and she knew he was on the precipice of letting go. “Rosh, look at me.”

He did, and as she’d expected, the sight of her licking Renkon’s cock as she plumped her breasts between her arms sent him over the edge. He roared his release, shooting his seed into her.

Renkon kicked at his cousin’s side. “Move, man. Get out of the way.”

Rosh brought his legs up and rolled away, but not without first giving her breasts a quick squeeze. He grinned and came to his hands and feet. “Fuck her, Walker. Make her asshole as raw as her pussy’s going to be.”

She wanted to be raw. Wanted that fucked-good-and-hard feeling.

She drew in her cheeks to enclose her mouth around Renkon’s cock. He was huge, soft yet hard with a musky taste she’d never tire of. Moaning, she hoped they would understand her meaning.

Walker ground into her, and she felt the warmth of his release flood into her hot, dark core. Slowing down his thrusts, he shoved into her, paused, then shoved again. She turned Renkon’s cock loose to give Walker encouragement he really didn’t need.

“Give it to me. I want every drop of you filling me.”

He pulled out, stunning her until he positioned his cock at her asshole and rammed inside her again. He made a sound deep in his throat as he sent the last of his cum into her.

“Finally. You’re”—Renkon slapped his hand over his mouth— “ready.”

She laughed, but her laugh was lost in a shriek of surprise as Renkon picked her up and threw her into the air. She yelped, but that changed into a giggle as he caught her then fell with her to the blanket.

Rosh and Walker moved to the side, giving them more room. “The whole place must hear us,” quipped Walker.

“Let them eat their hearts out.”

Renkon was the only one who didn’t laugh at her joke. His eyes were focused on her pussy as he yanked her closer and shoved his cock inside her. Putting his body over hers, he held her face between his hands and made her look at him.

He rocked against her, driving his cock as far as he could go. He was as large as the other two men and just as intense. He held her, his eyes firing with red flecks as he claimed her. But with each thrust, she claimed him in return.

A tear streaked down her cheek, but she wasn’t sure he saw it. He was too intent on making her his own, and then, suddenly, he tensed a moment before his hot cum filled her. She held on to him and knew without a doubt that she’d finally found the place she would call home forever.

Renkon fell on top of her until the other two men pulled him off her. Her body tingled with satisfaction but also with something more than mere sexual release. She was overjoyed, happier than she’d ever been.

She reached out for them, determined to make the night even more memorable. “I want you to change me now.”

They exchanged glances then nodded as they pulled her into an upright position. Rosh slid behind her to support her by leaning her back against his chest. Renkon massaged her foot and ran his palm along her leg. Walker took her arm.

“Are you really ready?”

She saw the concern in Renkon’s eyes and wanted to wipe it away for good. “Yes.”

“It’s going to hurt, and you’ll pass out. You’ll sleep for a couple of days, but we’ll watch over you, so don’t worry.” Rosh brushed her hair back from her ear.

“I’ll never worry as long as you’re all around.”

“When you wake up, you’ll change that same night.” Walker kissed the palm of her hand. Gone was the beast, tamed by her love.

“I can’t wait. So what else? Do I have to do anything?” Her heart pounded in her chest, but she was ready.

“Just remember how much we love you.” Renkon bent over her leg and shifted, bringing out his fangs.

She let out a slow breath. “How could I ever forget?”

Renkon bit into her leg, searing pain up the limb and into her stomach. Rosh’s fangs sunk into her neck just as Walker shifted, dropping his jaw as his fangs erupted from his gums, then plunged them into her arm.

The pain was sheer agony as it ripped inward, burning a trail toward her heart. She screamed a horrible, deafening sound as she slipped away into the darkness.

“I’m calling bullshit on both of you.” Maya Switt gaped at them.

Shay laughed and shrugged at Tatum. She could understand Maya’s disbelief. Who would’ve thought either one of them would’ve ended up living with three great men?

Shay crossed her heart. “I swear it’s the truth. In fact, there they are.”

The women looked out the window of Tony’s Diner of Passion, Colorado, to find seven men standing on the street corner, talking and joking around. Rosh grinned at her and tilted his head, a gesture she’d come to learn most werewolves did whenever they had a question. She waved and felt, as she always did, the rush of lust sweep through her. Walker tapped Renkon on the shoulder, and they, too, gave her sexy grins. It had taken a lot of coaxing to get the men to come to Passion with her, but she was glad they had. She’d missed Tatum, and running into her old friend Maya had been a bonus.

“Okay, so I’ve met Tatum’s guys, the Shelton brothers, but who’s the other hunk? Please tell me he’s not aiming to make a fourth for either of you.” Maya plopped back against the booth, making her curly blonde hair bounce. “Three men for one woman is just not fair. I mean, come on. I’ve spent the past two years in New York City and haven’t found even one good man. All the men I’ve met are too civilized. I want a man’s man. Someone who has a wild side I can tame. Do you know the type of man I’m talking about?”

Shay smothered a laugh as Tatum widened her eyes at her. “Yeah, we know the type.”

“So tell me. Who’s the other guy?”

“That’s a friend of Rosh’s, James W. Hunter. And no, I have no plans to make him my fourth.”

Tatum shook her head as she took another bite of her cheeseburger. “Uh-uh. Me, either. Three’s enough.”

“Good. So what’s his story? What’s he do?”

Shay paused, unsure of what to say. She couldn’t tell her that he lived as a werewolf in The Hidden. Her new home was a closely guarded secret, and she hadn’t even told Tatum. She’d revealed that she and her men were werewolves just as Tatum and her men were, but that was all. Tatum’s life was on The Outside, so there was no reason to tell her.

“Uh, I’m not sure. But I do know that his two brothers are as hot as he is. Why don’t I introduce you and you can find out all about him for yourself?”

Maya took the bait just as Shay had figured she would. “Yeah. Definitely. But let me freshen up first.”

She bumped against Tatum’s shoulder, who slid out of the booth to let her friend out. Giving James another once-over, Maya hurried toward the ladies’ room at the back of the restaurant.

Tatum checked around her to see who might be listening then leaned over the table. “Should we tell her what he is?”

Shay slid her gaze over her men, who were striding toward the entrance of the diner. “Shoot no. Where’s the fun in that?”

THE END

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Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was (and remains) downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition: to be an erotica paranormal romance author.

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