A Ghostly Menage

she cried out instead. Derrick used this moment of distraction to penetrate her virgin hole with his finger.

The unexpected tight feeling pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm rolled over her in a powerful wave, her pelvic muscles contracting and squeezing blissfully as both cock and fingers pumped her, drawing out her pleasure.

The hands holding Jenna up moved and she slumped forward onto Mark’s chest, limper than a cooked noodle. But Mark wasn’t done, he thrust up into her, and with a cry of “Mine!” he came, shooting hotly inside her. Then he latched on to her neck and bit down. Sharp pain as he sucked at the wound made her pull away in surprise. But the pain disappeared quickly and was replaced with a strange vibrating energy. She gasped.

She didn’t have a chance to ask about this odd sensation for she found herself on her back again with her legs propped on Derrick’s shoulders. With a hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside her still quivering channel.

Jenna cried out. Surely, her body couldn’t take anymore. But as Derrick plowed her, his thick shaft plunging deep, she got caught in another trembling orgasm.

Overcome, she barely registered when Derrick bellowed his own claim of “Mine” and spilled his seed inside her. And she lacked the strength to protest when he bit the other side of her neck. Jeez, what do they think they are, vampires?

That thought and others drifted from her tired mind and body. She fell asleep as they spooned around her protectively.

Chapter Eight

Jenna woke to the feel of two bodies pressed against her. For a moment, mortification flushed her cheeks red. Oh my god, what did I do? But the remembered pleasure made her body tingle, and wetness gushed between her thighs. As if that were a signal, distinctly male fingers stroked through her curls.

She opened her eyes and saw two dark tousled heads leaning over her. And while the look in their eyes intrigued her, what really gave her pause was that they considered her theirs. Their mate. Am I ready for that kind of commitment with not one, but two guys I barely know?

Confusion swirled through her mind, as did an odd sense of coming home, because regardless of her misgivings, she couldn’t deny a sense of belonging and connection. It gave her the courage to be naughty. “You know,” she said sliding a hand down each of their muscled torsos. “I could have sworn you’d said that having wild monkey sex wasn’t needed to break the spell.”

They laughed, a deep masculine sound that made her shudder.

“We were wrong,” Derrick said. “Delightfully so. Tell you what, from now on, no matter what ails us, we promise to try wild sex before anything else.”

“Hmm,” she said smiling back. “In that case, I’ve got an ache that could really use some fixing.”

And fix it they did, in a shower that left her clean even if the things they did to her were dirty.

After the shower, it turned out the boys could cook up a storm in the kitchen as well. Jenna sat in the living room while they stood shirtless and barefoot in front of her.

Mark wore his serious look again. “Fun as last night and today have been, we need to take care of one last thing to make sure nothing interferes with our future and your happiness.”

Jenna frowned. “You mean letting the cops and everyone know you’re still alive?”

“No, that will come tomorrow or the next day. I mean Clarissa. We have to stop her before she can do something worse.”

Jenna wondered what could be worse than banishing them to limbo, and it wasn’t until she realized they were watching her with worried looks that she caught on. “You think she’d hurt me?”

“Not if we can help it,” growled Derrick. And then Derrick’s body melted.

That was the only word for it. The jeans he wore split and fluttered to the floor while his body distorted and grew hair. When the process was done, a large black wolf stood in his place.

Jenna let out a cry and her eyes grew wide. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I thought you knew from reading the stories. We’re werewolves, Jenna.”

“But-but, werewolves are a myth.”

Mark just shook his head with sad eyes, and then he too changed.

Jenna’s jaw dropped and she swallowed hard, suddenly scared of the two men she didn’t know at all, no matter their sexual chemistry.

Together the wolves approached her, and Jenna backed up on the couch, her heart racing. When one of them nosed her, she flinched. Slowly they backed away and left the room.

Jenna, however, couldn’t escape her fear. Oh my god, I’ve been claimed by werewolves.

Mark’s heart ached at the look of fear in Jenna’s eyes when they shifted. He reassured himself with the thought that everything had happened so quickly, and that given time Jenna would come around. She is our mate. She will accept us, both sides of us-eventually.

In the meantime, they needed to ensure her safety-and indulge in some revenge. The witch had to die.

Exhilaration filled him as he ran in wolf form for the first time in six years. He howled, a sound his brother echoed. Powerful legs pumped and their furry bodies sped through the quickly falling gloom.

For six years, they’d lost their connection to their beasts. Joined together again, as if absence made them stronger, they thrummed with barely restrained energy. An energy augmented by the claiming of their mate.

Arriving in town, they slowed their pace and, slinked through the shadows and back alleys until they reached Clarissa’s shop. Shifting back to human form, Derrick shouldered the back door of the shop open. A splintering crack sounded as he broke the wooden door and gained access. They quickly found the stairs leading up to Clarissa’s apartment; stealth was no longer an option. The noise of their entrance would have warned her. Her door was unlocked and they spread out into the rooms. But it was quickly evident she wasn’t there.

A ball of dread settled in Mark’s stomach. They’d missed her and he knew exactly where she’d gone.

Derrick came to the same conclusion. “Fuck. We have to get back. Jenna’s in danger.”

Mark cursed his stupidity in leaving Jenna alone. They’d both been so eager for revenge, they hadn’t even given thought to the fact Jenna was defenseless. They barreled out of the shop, their bodies melting into their wolf shape as they flew out the door. They ran for their house as if their life depended on it, because it did. Without their mate their life would stretch bleakly, and it would mean the end of their line.

Panting and pushing themselves harder than they’d ever run before, they made the trip back in record time.

It still wasn’t quick enough.

Chapter Nine

Jenna paced the living room, her mind churning over everything that had happened. I can’t believe they’re werewolves. The book had been true, though having seen it with her own eyes, she still had a hard time believing. The idea of magic and witches, of men who could turn into beasts, it was just too much for her logical brain to take. She did realize, however, that she needed to make a decision.

Do I stay or go? If she left, she’d be starting over again. Alone. Not a big deal; she’d done it before. But if she stayed, the guys expected her to live with them as their mate. Not one of them, but both of them. In essence, she’d be married to two very virile men, men who happened to change into giant wolves. And she’d just bet they howled at the moon.

Even if she could accept the fact they went furry every so often, the whole living in an open threesome made her squirm. What will people think? Jenna had never thought of herself as someone who cared, and had the situation been temporary, she probably wouldn’t have batted an eye, but forever? What about if they had kids? Would other kids pick on them because of their living arrangements? Although, history seemed to indicate the town had accepted their family in the past. But then another scarier thought struck her. Oh, god, if we have kids, will they be werewolves too?