Shay's Shifters [Mountain Men of Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

Visions of the attack, of Burac jumping out at him in his most vulnerable moment of transition barreled into him. Angry at the intrusion, he gritted his teeth, determined not to let that torturous moment ruin his time with her.

Instead he held on to the joy that had filled him when he’d awakened to find her leg and arm thrown over him, possessing him. She was the one who’d helped him stay inside his body even as his inner wolf cried out in pain. She was the one who’d healed him as surely as if she’d given him a miracle drug.

He slipped lower, deciding that he’d awaken her with an orgasm. Surely she couldn’t get angry at him for that?

Easing himself between her legs, he took a moment to drink in the sweet sight of her pussy. He yearned to see her pink bundle of nerves, to press his face to her and draw in her special smell. Closing his eyes, he did just that.

But her fragrance alone was not enough. He pushed aside her tiny folds covering her clit then flattened his tongue against her. She jolted, and he paused, waiting for her to tell him to stop. His cock pulsed in anticipation, but again his doubt took over. He’d never do anything against her will, and until they had lain with each other, he didn’t want to assume more.

But was she really asleep? He had to know for certain.

“Open your eyes, Shay. I want you to know who makes you feel this way.”

Her giggle was his answer. “Who goes down there?”

“You sneak!” He threw his body on top of hers, holding himself up so he wouldn’t crush her.

She giggled again, louder and longer, and slapped a hand over her mouth. He took her hand away to see her grin.

“Holy shit, Renkon. You really didn’t think I could sleep with you touching me like that, did you?”

“I had a feeling you were faking it.”

“Oh yeah? Then why didn’t you keep going if you were so sure?” Her eyes twinkled with mirth.

“Because I prefer a partner who contributes to the lovemaking.” He narrowed his eyes. “Or is pretending to sleep not the only thing you fake during sex?”

“Why, you lousy son of a bitch!”

She pushed against him, throwing him to the side, then flung her body over his. Her eyes widened and she tried to climb off of him, but he wouldn’t let her go.

“What’s the matter?” He was surprised he could speak with her heat pushing against his hard cock. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he might have an accident that Rosh and Walker would never let him live down.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Damn, how can I have been so stupid? You need more time to recover.”

“No, I don’t. I’m fine.” He dropped his gaze to his chest where the long gash had been. “See? All better.”

She skimmed her hand along the already-fading pink scar. “But how? That wound was deep. And the poison?” She shook her head, confusion putting lines in her forehead.

“Penn’s potion helped with the poison, and I’ll thank her as soon as I can. And it was my werewolf side of me that gave me the strength to hold on.”

“And the strength to almost kill me, too.”

He saw the regret on her face before she had a chance to apologize. He placed his hand on her throat. If he’d hurt her, killed her, he would’ve chosen to die soon after her.

“It’s okay. I talked you out of it. You were an absolute pussycat in my hands.”

“Argh, please don’t use ‘pussy’ and ‘cat’ in the same sentence.”

Her laugh could charm the birds out of the trees. “So you’re really fine? No lingering aches or pains?”

“Not a single one. Although I guess I’m still a bit weak.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

She tried to get off him again, but he pulled her back on top. His cock settled into her crotch, pushing at her opening.

“I told you. I’m fine. Don’t be sorry. Be wild. Ride me, baby.”

“I don’t think so.”

“What?” Was she playing with him again? He didn’t think he could stand another round of pretend.

“I want you to finish what you started. Or shouldn’t I say the word ‘pussy’ again?”

“As long as it’s that word by itself, you’re good. In fact, you can say that word all the time. Come here.” He took her hips and helped her wiggle forward until her crotch was over his face. If Death had come for him at that moment, he would’ve happily gone.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”

“Less talk and more tongue, wolfie.”

“Wolfie?”

“Yeah. You got a problem with my calling you that?”

“Does that mean you’re not freaked out about what I am? What we are?”

A flash of concern was on her face then gone. If he could’ve taken the question back, he would have.

“Freaked out? Sure. Especially after what happened while you were ill. But I’m trying not to be. As long as you stay in your human form, I’m good.”

“Okay. No changing without warning you.”

“Definitely. Keep your skin on.”

He pulled her labia apart with his fingers and let his eyes do more feasting. Her clit was swollen and glistening with her heat, ready to explode. Sliding a hand over her rounded stomach, he slid his tongue along her slit in a long, slow stroke. She jerked then let him settle her even closer so that he didn’t have to lift his head to drink from her.

He put his mouth to her cunt and pressed his tongue to her hard nub. She moaned, and her juices flowed into his mouth and onto his face. Her sounds of ecstasy grew louder the harder he stroked, licked, and bit her.

Rubbing her stomach, he could see her grasp one breast and torture her nipple. If he had two heads, he would’ve sucked on her tit as he devoured her pussy. He couldn’t wait until he could watch Rosh and Walker as they took her from the front and the back.

She held on to the headboard and tipped her head forward to watch. She couldn’t see the smile on his face, but he was sure she could see the happy glint in his eyes. She rocked her bottom, encouraging him to sink his tongue into her pussy. Finding the crease between her ass cheeks, he fingered her dark hole, teasing her from both sides.

Her cry broke free from her as her orgasm ripped away. Warm, sweet nectar flooded into his mouth, and he sucked long and hard, taking in every drop he could get. Tremors racked her as she turned loose the headboard and slid down his chest, drawing a line of her cream along his skin.

She put her forehead to his. Her eyes were clouded with lust.

“We’re not finished.”

She let out a long breath. “We’re not?”

As if she doesn’t know.

Instead of telling her, he picked her up and sat her down on his crotch. His cock shoved at her pussy, but he’d hold back until he could see her face as he slid into her. She yelped at his quick move and dug her fingernails into his chest.

“Renkon.” She’d spoken his name and followed it with a whimper.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. Nothing could stop him now except her flat refusal. But he sensed she couldn’t have denied him any more than he could’ve walked away from her.

Lifting her, he positioned his cock and slid into her pussy. She cried out again as he let out a breath and groaned.

He’d expected her to be tight, but she was so much tighter than he could’ve imagined. Her pussy walls closed around his cock, and if she hadn’t already claimed his heart, she would’ve done so then. He closed his eyes, letting the sensation of going deep inside her fill his body, his mind, and his spirit.

She pressed her breasts between her arms as she rocked. Her movement was slow at first as though she were relishing the buildup as much as he was. Picking up speed, she started rotating her hips so that she moved in a circle as well as forward and back.

His gaze was glued on her breasts as she shifted again, changing the circular motion into short, quick bounces. Her breasts jiggled enticingly, and he lifted up to catch one between his teeth. Catching her nipple, he bit down with enough pressure to give her delicious pain without causing her harm.

She rode him, bucking with his thrusts even as she ground against him to drive his cock as far as it would go. He plundered her butt cheeks, envisioning his cousin thrusting into her ass as he rammed into her pussy.

Her hair flowed around her shoulders, giving her a dark halo that made her rapturous expression both tender and erotic. Her belly quivered with their lovemaking, and, before he knew it, he was picturing her stomach even larger, filled with a child of their own.

He couldn’t hold on much longer. She was too good, too tight, too amazing. Driven to the edge, he held back as long as he could then stiffened with one last attempt to keep from coming.

She tugged on his hair and brought his mouth to hers. Her kiss was rough, her grip on his hair painful, but it didn’t matter. Keeping the kiss going, they shouted their releases together.

He fell back onto the pillow and brought her down with him. Enclosing her in his arms, he vowed that he would love her for the rest of his life.

* * * *

Rosh and Walker sat outside the cabin, staring at the front door. They’d never had a close relationship even though they’d gone hunting and on runs together. But since Shay had come into their lives, their attitude toward each other had changed for the better.

He wasn’t sure why he’d had a difficult time accepting Walker. Charlton had once said that they were too much alike. The guy was stubborn, cocky, and irritating. But he was also loyal, strong, and ready to help whenever it was needed. All good and bad qualities that he recognized in himself.

Since the day Walker had helped them—helped Shay—at the pond, Rosh had started reconsidering his opinion. He could do worse than Shay choosing him as her third mate.

Rosh could feel Walker’s nervous energy. “Are you sensing that? He’s awake.”

“Yeah.”

He let a couple of minutes of silence pass between them. “He’s taking her.”

“Yeah.”

“Without us.”

“Yeah.”

From his peripheral vision, he saw Walker shoot him a scornful look. “I know.”

“Yeah. You should.”

He’d taken her, too, but that didn’t make him feel any better. Instead of sitting on a large stump next to Walker, he wanted to join Renkon and their future mate.

“No.”

Hell and damnation.
“No what?”

“No. Let them have this time without us.”

“You’re mighty generous. Considering.”

“Yeah.”

Rosh ground his teeth and tried to keep his butt glued to the stump. Other people walked around them, some of them casting them knowing glances and others preferring not to press their luck with Rosh in a bad mood.

“I think we should invite her to the Pledging Ceremony tonight.”

Sometimes Walker came up with a good idea. “Okay.”

“We might as well get her thinking about it.”

“Okay.”

“So are we good now? If she wants us both?”

He hesitated, keeping the smugness he felt from showing.
No use in letting him feel too secure.
“Yeah.”

Walker shifted in his seat. If he started to head toward the cabin, Rosh intended to stay right by his side.

“Then it’s settled.”

“The Pledging Ceremony.”

“We’ll have to clear it with The Council.”

He’d forgotten about that, but he doubted they’d refuse. After all, without her Renkon might not have pulled through. “I’ll talk to Charlton.”

“Good.”

Rosh nodded once then stood. Walker hopped up beside him. Without another word, they separated, each going a different way.

* * * *

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” Shay checked the faces of those attending the ceremony. Not a few of them had given her skeptical glances. She wasn’t sure why, but it made her uncomfortable.

“I told you it’s fine. The Council cleared it. They’re a little leery because you’re not one of us, but after the way you stuck beside Renkon, they’re making an exception.” Rosh placed his hand on the small of her back.

“Yet.”

She whipped her attention to Walker. “Yet?”

Rosh pulled her close with Renkon coming to her other side and Walker shoulder to shoulder with Rosh. “You know how we feel about you. And we know how you feel about Renkon. You care about me, too, right?”

Walker snarled. “And me?”

Rosh snarled back but didn’t take it any further. They’d always share a little push and shove, but they’d have each other’s backs, too.

She couldn’t deny it. After what had happened to Renkon, she’d realized how much they’d come to mean to her. But did that mean she wanted to pledge her love to them in front of the others?

Not that she could deny the urge to do so. The area they’d chosen for the Pledging Ceremony was under an ancient tree. Its trunk was as wide as an eighteen wheeler and its thick branches spread outward, forming an awning that provided enough cover for all members of The Hidden. Flowers blew in the breeze and soft green grass tickled the bottoms of her feet. As was their custom, they’d come without shoes. Birds provided the music as a young woman and three men stepped forward to stand in front of Charlton. The woman’s red hair flowed to the swell of her buttocks with flowers sewn into long braids. The men, all tall and powerful looking, had golden hair that touched the tips of their shoulders. Charlton’s long blue robe flowed around him as he pressed his palms together and bowed to the crowd.

“That’s Bisna and the Heller brothers.”

Rosh’s whisper warmed her ear. She wrapped her arm around Renkon. Since Renkon’s recovery, she’d felt closer to the men, even having a dream in which they caressed her body and spoke words of endearment to her. Then, in the next dream, they’d taken her like wild men. She loved both dreams.

But one thing had marred her thoughts. They were werewolves. She’d seen Renkon and Rosh in their wolf forms, and although Renkon hadn’t harmed her, she still shook whenever she remembered the fierceness in his eyes.

Could she really love three men who might one day turn on her, hurting and perhaps even killing her? Could she leave her life behind and live in The Hidden? They’d told her that they could live on The Outside, but how would that work? Would they end up resenting her for making them leave?