Howling at the Moon [The Mystic Museum] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Page 2

  He cupped her ass in his hands. Jacob lifted her body away from his. He pulled her buttocks back onto his cock and matched that thrust with his hips. He’d buried his shaft in her warm sheath. He repeated that motion. Each thrust faster, harder, and deeper. She broke the kiss, and they gasped for breath. Their muscles strained as they reached for their climax. Her mouth came down on his neck. She sucked hard. She bit him, pushing them both over the edge. His cock exploded, shooting his delight deep inside her. He felt her pussy twitch as she screamed her release.

  Her body relaxed. Jacob moved one arm to encircle her back. He relished the feel of her against his body. He didn’t want to let her go. Her breathing calmed. She sighed and then stiffened.

  “Oh my God, what have I done? What must you think of me?” She sounded almost panicked.

  “I think you are wonderful,” he whispered and tried to nuzzle her neck.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before. I’m so embarrassed.”

  She was struggling to get out of his arms, so he released her. “Don’t be embarrassed. That was fucking amazing.”

  She gathered up her clothing and quickly dressed. The woman looked around. A momentary panic seemed to flash across her face. Questions registered in her eyes. She didn’t seem fearful, just worried, yet calm and accepting as if she’d figured something out and come to a conclusion. He’d been in the human form long enough now, which enabled his clothing to reappear.

  “How can I get out of here? I have to go back.” Her eyes darted, looking anywhere except at him. She seemed to realize she wasn’t where she had been, but she wasn’t afraid.

  “You want to leave? After making love like that, you want to leave?” He couldn’t believe it. He wouldn’t believe it.

  She looked at him. He could see desire and interest lingering in her eyes, a kind of primal need that matched his own. He was sure if the light was better, her complexion would be flushed deep pink with mortification. If being embarrassed was the problem, it would be easily fixed.

  “Yes,” she said with little conviction.

  “I don’t know. We can ask Sven. He may know. You’ll have to come with me so we can find out.” He jerked his head to the side, indicating the direction they should go. He waited a moment to gauge her reaction. She looked like a scared rabbit. Did she want to bolt?

  It was a chance he had to take. Sometimes the only way to catch a fish is to give it some line. He turned and started to walk away. It was one of the most difficult things he’d done in his life.

  Chapter 3

  Carolyn watched the man, wolf…man, walk away. What the hell was he anyway? His clothes just appeared as if by magic. The red-and-black checkered flannel shirt and jeans looked just as good as his naked body. The shirt did nothing to hide those broad shoulders. The tight jeans hugged his muscled ass. God, what she’d just done with that man, and she didn’t even know his name. He was right, though. It had been fucking amazing. She couldn’t believe it, and even harder to believe, she was thinking about doing it again. She wanted to do it again. “Wait,” she called. He turned his head, never slowing his pace. She was going to follow this man. She felt a connection with him. She couldn’t explain it. It was the natural thing to do, the right thing to do. Every cell in her body agreed with her decision.

  “Come on,” he said.

  She trotted to catch up. Maybe if she didn’t talk about it, she could get over this awkwardness. “Where are we going?”

  “To the cabin.”

  “Is it far?” He had long legs. She was still running to keep up with him.

  “Not really.”

  Thank God, I won’t be able to keep this pace up for too long. “Who is Sven?”

  “My brother, kind of.”

  “Where is this place? I mean where we are?”

  He looked at her strangely. “Nevada County, California.”

  “How did I get to California?” she mumbled. She was expecting something much stranger than California. What had she been expecting? Some alternate universe? That would explain this ridiculous trust she had in this man. She felt like he was part of her, like they shared something greater than normal love, something that was biologically compelling. She felt as if she was finally where she belonged, which made absolutely no sense.

  “The cabin is just ahead. Sven, Milo, and I are rangers.”

  “So we’re up in the mountains in the middle of nowhere?” Why did she like that thought? She was in the wilds with this very sexy man. They’d just had an amazing encounter, and she found herself wanting more.

  “Pretty much.”

  “If you’re a ranger, why don’t you know how to get me out of here?”

  “I don’t know how you got here. So I don’t know if you can just walk down the mountain and leave the way we would.”

  He had a point. She didn’t know how she’d gotten here, either. California was a long way from New York City. Through the trees ahead she saw a light burning in a window. It didn’t look like a ranger station. It was a large log cabin with a porch the length of the building. He stepped on the porch. The boards creaked from his weight. He opened the door, and golden light spilled out through the doorway. The light beckoned and welcomed her. This felt like home. She shook her head, dismissing that thought. This was as far away from skyscrapers as one could get. How could it feel like home?

  She stepped inside the door, and two men at the kitchen table rose to their feet. One of the chairs tumbled backward and fell to the floor. Her body flinched at the loud thunk. The blond-haired man stooped to straighten it.

  She followed the man with the red checkered shirt into the room. The black-haired man scowled. His blue eyes shot icy shards of displeasure at her. “What is she doing here? Who is she?” he snarled.

  He stepped toward her. His anger washed over her in waves. What had she done to make him so upset? She took a step backward.

  “Shit.” Red-checked shirt turned toward her. “What is your name?” he asked. He smiled apologetically.

  “Carolyn,” she said, eyeballing the black-haired man cautiously.

  “Carolyn, I’m Jacob. This rude guy is Sven. And that is Milo.” He nodded to each in turn.

  What the hell was she supposed to do now? She wanted to run out of there. Sven was a very intimidating man. “I’m pleased to meet you, Jacob.” She moved and extended her hand to Sven. Sven ignored her. She gave him a questioning look and moved to Milo. “I’m pleased to meet you, Milo,” she said as Milo clasped her hand.

  “It’s a pleasure, Carolyn.” Milo held her hand, and his green eyes searched hers. He lowered his head slightly and took a deep breath. “You smell wonderful.”

  “Thank you.” She tugged her hand slightly, and he released it. She could have sworn she heard a slight whimper.

  She turned to move back toward Jacob. Sven blocked her way. His cold blue eyes speared her. Every muscle in her body tightened. She closed her eyes tightly. Sven lowered his head to her neck and breathed in. “She reeks of fear, and the stench of death surrounds her.” Her eyes flew open. He moved around her slowly as if he was circling his prey, every step more menacing than the last. He stood behind her and lowered his head to her neck once more. He breathed in once again, sending shivers of fear and erotic excitement down her spine. “I can smell you all over her, Jacob. You fucked her and you didn’t even know her name?”

  “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 ho
me 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.”

  Chapter 4

  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.” S
he 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.