A Ghostly Menage

Jenna recalled the two big wolves the boys had turned into. Vivid green eyes, thick dark fur, and really big fucking teeth. But if she forgot about the movies, what did she really know? The wolves hadn’t harmed her. No, instead, they’d looked hurt when she’d cringed from them. So if she didn’t fear them eating her, what was there to be scared of?

Nothing but the actual commitment itself. It seems too soon to make that kind of decision. I barely know them, and most of what I learned was in a dream. But I can’t deny how they make me feel. Wild and alive, cherished and beautiful. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, nor did I think it would happen with two men instead of one, but if I’m honest with myself, I have to admit I don’t want to leave. I want to be with them. I want to experience the love-both emotional and physical-they’re offering.

As soon as they came back she’d tell them. She settled herself in a chair to wait, but within minutes, she heard the doorbell.

Her heart raced. They’d just come in, wouldn’t they? Could it be Clarissa? No, the guys were pretty determined to take care of her, something Jenna preferred not to think about. Then logic kicked in. It’s Halloween. Shoot, I’ll bet it’s trick-or-treaters, and I forgot to buy candy.

She grabbed her purse and searched for change to hand out while walking to the door. However, it wasn’t a midget-sized ghoul or goblin, but a sneering blonde witch who shoved her way in.

“I don’t need your help anymore,” stammered Jenna, dread forming an icy ball in her stomach. “Turns out it was just, um, pipes. Yeah, air in the pipes. No ghosts here.”

Clarissa laughed, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard. “Oh, please. I can see I’m too late. You somehow managed to free them.”

Jenna backed up, breaking out in a cold sweat. “You should leave. The guys will be back any second, and they won’t be happy to see you.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes. “Now there’s an understatement. But you see, I think I’ve got a better plan. You’re their mate, aren’t you?”

“N-no.” Jenna stammered, not liking the calculating look in her eyes.

“Liar. Have you bonded with them yet?”

“What?”

“Did they bite you?”

Jenna’s eyes widened. She knows what they are.

“Your face says it all. Perfect. You see, I thought putting them in limbo would make them bow to my will, but that failed. But if I were to put their mate in limbo or threaten something equally horrible, what do you think? I’ll bet they’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Jenna’s mind raced, looking for a way to keep Mark and Derrick out of the trap Clarissa planned, but she waited a second too long. Clarissa began chanting in a strange language. A cold wind stirred. Jenna tried to run, but found herself frozen in place. Even worse, her feet left the floor and she drifted up.

Clarissa chuckled nastily and moved further into the room until she stood beside Jenna’s floating body. Jenna wondered for a moment if she’d gone ghosty, however Clarissa grabbed one of her legs, tugging her down from the ceiling where she bobbed like a helium balloon, and Jenna inwardly sighed with relief. Not that hanging in the air frozen is any better, but at least the guys can see me. Speaking of which… A shaggy head poked through the archway.

With bared teeth and a rumbling growl, the large wolf stepped into the room followed closely by his brother. They were truly huge and intimidating, but at the same time possessed a wild beauty. Even better, they wanted to protect her.

“Stop where you are,” ordered Clarissa. She grabbed a handful of Jenna’s hair and yanked. Jenna blinked back tears. “It looks like we both have something the other wants. What do you say we do a trade? The girl’s life in exchange for your were power.”

With her head tilted back, Jenna couldn’t see, but she heard Mark. He must have shifted back. “It’s over, Clarissa. You would have been smarter to leave town than threaten our mate.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I have the upper hand, not you. Now, give me your word and I won’t hurt her.” Clarissa punctuated her threat with a vicious tug. Jenna cried out and tried to move a hand, an arm, anything, but the damned bitch had her paralyzed.

And that really pissed her off! Problem was she couldn’t do anything about it.

Derrick watched as Clarissa threatened his mate. The bitch! He’d been angry at what Clarissa had done to him and his brother, but now he was absolutely fucking livid. However, he knew something Clarissa didn’t. The mating bond did more than mark a relationship, it gave them access to extra powers, like the ability to shield himself and his mate from the magic Clarissa thought to use.

With a snarl, Derrick leapt at the witch’s throat, focusing his were magic around Jenna. Mark, in tune as usual to his thoughts, spun a shield in front of him as he lunged. The stupid witch didn’t realize her error till too late. She chanted the end of her spell, but it hit their shield and bounced back onto her. And like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz, Clarissa melted into nothing with a stream of ugly screams.

The witch’s final shriek had barely faded when he scooped up a white-faced Jenna. With Mark hot on his heels, he trotted up the stairs. To his surprise, she wound her arms tight around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I freaked when I saw you change,” she whispered.

“No problem.”

“I promise not to be so freaked out next time.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” He grinned down at her startled face and lay her down on the bed, his hands along with Mark’s divesting her of her clothes. “Sweetheart, only an idiot wouldn’t be scared of a wolf, let alone two. And we shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that. Now, if you don’t mind, I feel an urgent need to check you for injury and lick every inch of your body.”

“Ditto,” said Mark whose wet tongue began an immediate wet sweep of her neck. She shivered.

Derrick rolled over and grabbed the bottle of oil he’d stashed on the nightstand earlier. Time to show her a true menage.

Jenna forgot her fear and her name; the only thing left was the building rapture in her body. Two mouths and two sets of hands could really accomplish a lot. She’d given up trying to figure out who was doing what and just closed her eyes to savor the pleasure.

A warm mouth sucked at her breasts, nipping and tugging at her nipples until they peaked. Another mouth lapped at her wet sex, a hot tongue spreading her lips to stab into her. She couldn’t move for they had her pinned with their heavy bodies and hands.

It feels so decadently good.

When they finally let her up, they sat her atop Mark’s cock. She smiled. He looked so deliciously rumpled lying there with his eyes half closed. She leaned forward, pushing down on him as she nibbled one of his flat nipples. He sucked in a breath. She swirled a tongue around his nub before switching her attention to the other one.

A cold liquid dribbled down the crack of her ass and she sat up with a gasp. She turned to look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she asked Derrick, whose fingers spread the oily substance against her puckered hole.

“Preparing to fuck you.”

Her eyes widened as she understood his meaning. “But…”

Derrick kissed the protest from her lips. “Trust me,” he whispered.

“Trust us,” said Mark, tweaking her nipples.

She turned back toward Mark, and Derrick’s hand in the middle of her back pushed her down until Mark’s arms wrapped around her. He caught her lips and kissed her breathless, but Jenna was too aware of Derrick’s fingers probing at her tight ring. He slipped one finger in and she went still, her body tensing.

Mark nipped at her lips and gyrated his hips, swirling his hard cock inside her. Jenna gasped and, for a moment, her muscles relaxed.

Derrick used this looseness to pump her lightly with his finger, and Jenna found herself moving in time with his thrusts, the sensation odd, but not unpleasantly so.

The digit popped out and Jenna kept rocking on Mark’s shaft, rubbing her clit against him. She felt something