Her Lone Wolves (9 page)

“I don’t understand,” but even as Jane said it a frightening realization was starting to grow within her.

“Tell her,” Everett said, his voice firm.

Avery released a deep breath. “We can only shift as a result of sex when we’re with another shifter.”

“And you think that because Caleb shifted when he was with me that I’m....” She shook her head. “That’s impossible. I’ve never changed into anything. Except a clean pair of clothes.”

“Are you sure?” Avery asked.

“Yes, of course I’m sure,” she replied, her voice sharper than she had intended. “I think I would have known if I had turned into a wolf.”

“You’ve never woken up somewhere with no idea how you got there?” Avery asked.

She glanced at Everett. He was watching her intently.

“No, I haven’t,” she replied uneasily. She didn’t like the way he was staring at her.

“What about your dreams?” Avery asked.

Jane tried to swallow in a throat that had suddenly grown tight. “What about them?”

“Are they unusually vivid or strange?”

“Well, yes, but who doesn’t have strange dreams.”

“What do you dream about?” Avery asked.

Jane felt embarrassed as she was aware of Everett’s penetrating gaze on her, but it seemed important to them.

“I’ve had dreams about a man who was a wolf or a wolf who was a man. I’m not sure which. He...it...was in a cave and there were all these people around and they were singing or chanting. And the man-wolf was having...” she stopped and swallowed “....sex with all these women.”

Everett and Avery looked silently at each other.

“What?” Jane demanded, the feeling of anxiety now hollowness in her stomach. “It was only a dream.”

“When did these dreams start?” Everett asked.

“In high school. At least that’s when I started have the...um...the sex dreams. When I was younger I used to dream about wolves running in the woods. But it doesn’t mean anything. They were only dreams.”

“Where were your parents born?” Everett asked.

Jane blinked at the suddenness of the question. “My parents? They were from St. Louis.”

“Were?”

“They’re both dead. My father died of a stroke. My mother developed cancer not long after.”

Everett exchanged a meaningful glance with Avery. Then he turned back to her. “I’m sorry, Jane.”

“It’s alright. I’ve...I’ve learned to live with it.”

“What were their names?” Everett’s voice was softer, gentler.

“Albert and Grace Evans.”

“And they were born and grew up in St. Louis?”

“Yes.”

“Were you an only child?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with any of this?”

Avery suddenly snapped his fingers. “Jane, were you adopted?”

Her eyes widened. “Yes, I was.”

“And do you know who your real parents were?”

She nodded. “They died in a car accident. I was only a baby.”

Everett suddenly took her by the arms. She looked up at him, surprised at the glowing intensity in his eyes. “Jane, this is very important. Who were they? What were their names?”

She hadn’t thought about her real parents in years. She’d found out she was adopted when she was a sophomore in high school. She’d happened across the documents about her adoption when she’d been rummaging through her father’s desk looking for a pen.

She brought the evidence before her parents. Her adoptive parents. At first, they didn’t want to discuss it, dismayed that she had found out. But when she pressed them on it, they finally told her about the accident that had killed her real family and about how the authorities tried to find any other living relatives, but were unable to. It had hurt, at first, knowing she wasn’t really their daughter and that they had kept that secret from her. But over time the pain had gone away. But not the awareness that once she’d been someone else’s child and a part of someone else’s family.

Everett shook her, bringing her attention back to him. “Jane, what were your real parents’ names?”

She gazed up into his eyes, but this time she saw only concern in their dark blue depths.

“My parents told me the only identification found in the car was a birth certificate. It was mine. It had my parents’ name on it. My mother’s name was Heaven. My father’s Elijah. Elijah Monroe.”

Everett let go of her arms and stepped back, an expression of stunned surprise on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

”Elijah Monroe was a shifter, Jane,” he said. “A werewolf. Like us.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What? You knew him? You knew my father?”

“No,” he said. “But I’d heard about him. He fell in love with a woman named Heaven. She wasn’t a shifter so he was forbidden from marrying her. They ran off together. They were never heard from again.”

Jane slowly sat on the couch, disbelief thrumming through her. It couldn’t be. Her father, her real father, had been a shifter? A werewolf? No, that wasn’t possible. But she’d never known him. He could have been an alien for all she knew.

“I’m not a werewolf,” she said firmly, as much to herself as to Everett and Avery who were staring at her.

“No, not a full-blooded one,” Everett said. “But you have enough of the blood in you to have helped bring about Caleb’s change.”

She nodded, although she was only dimly aware of him. If it was true, and if she did have werewolf blood inside her that meant she wasn’t entirely human. But if she also wasn’t fully a werewolf then what was she?

She looked up at Everett. He must have seen the confusion and fear in her face for he came over and sat next to her. She could feel the warmth of his body and she could smell him, and he smelled like wood and sweat and musk, and it sent a feeling both comforting and lustful through her.

“I don’t think you have the ability to shift into wolf form,” he said, his voice low as if he was trying not to frighten her, “but because you’re half shifter and you’re a female you give off a certain kind of pheromone and when it’s close to moon-change, if a male and female shifter become sexually intimate, it can set off the change early.”

He placed his hand over hers. She couldn’t help but jump at the electric current that surged through her when they touched.

“We don’t have much time,” he said. “Caleb could already be miles away from here.” He looked over at Avery. “I’ll shift. You stay here with Jane.”

“You sure?” he asked. “We could cover more ground with two of us.”

Everett looked back at her then shook his head, his expression one of concern. “Someone should stay here with her.”

Jane wanted to protest and tell him she’d be fine, but so much had happened she realized she didn’t want to be left alone. Plus the idea of all three of them changing into wolves was more than she could handle right now.

“What do I need to do?” she said instead.

“Whatever will bring Everett to climax in your presence,” Avery said.

She glanced at Everett’s groin. “I could...what if I...masturbated him?” She wasn’t quite ready to do anything more than that.

Everett rose from the couch and quickly took off his clothes. He looked even more powerful naked, the light from the fire burnishing his tall, muscular body.

He looked like the wolf-god.

She rose from the couch and approached him. Tentatively, she touched his already erect cock. It was so long and thick and beautiful. She took hold of it and rubbed her hand up and down.

Everett groaned, his excited breath beating against her face. She briskly rubbed his cock. It grew even harder, longer and thicker. Her mouth watered, and suddenly she wanted more than just to touch it.

She lowered herself to her knees.

* * * * *

Everett’s eyes widened when Jane fell to her knees. Just the touch of her hand had nearly brought him to climax as he hadn’t been with a woman since Naomi. He hadn’t expected Jane to want to do more. She took his burning cock between her lips and gently sucked it. He threw back his head, the muscles in his neck like iron.

Damn, it felt good.

He grabbed her head but made certain he didn’t hold it too tight. With the erotic power of his need to shift surging hotly through his body, he feared he might crush her skull like an egg. His heart beat wildly in his chest. Her soft, moist mouth on his cock was torture. But the best kind of torment. Her silken lips were clamped firmly around the thick root of his penis, her tongue twisting wetly around the sensitive ridge. She sucked him hard, her mouth pulling firmly on his cock.

He fought the urge to thrust himself into her mouth. But when she cupped the heavy, tight globes of his scrotum with her nimble fingers, he could hold back no longer. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he tried with all his strength not to, but his seed flooded through his cock and he exploded into her mouth.

* * * * *

As Everett’s molten penis throbbed between her lips. Jane kept her mouth fastened about it, not wanting to let him go, needing to swallow every bit of his seed. His cock felt so good in her mouth, so thick and so hard, that her cunt was swelling and rippling with her desire to be fucked by it.

She felt Avery’s hands on her shoulders. He was trying to pull her away. She resisted for a moment, but when his hands became more insistent she released Everett. As she rose back to her feet, she stared wide-eyed as he began to transform.

Coarse black hair sprouted from his skin, the muscles along his body rippled and melted and the bones of his arms and legs swelled and twisted. He threw back his head and howled, the sound reverberating through the room and then, before Jane could take another breath, a large, black wolf with dark-blue eyes stood before her.

Avery’s hands were still on her shoulders. He was whispering to her not to be afraid.

But she wasn’t. She put out her hand. Everett walked over and sniffed it. Then he licked it, his long pink tongue, wet and rough against her skin. She slid her hand along his muzzle then over to the thick fur about his neck. Her fingers slid in among the soft warmth.

He playfully bumped his head against her leg. She looked down into his eyes.

Everett’s eyes.

She smiled.

He licked her hand again then looked over at Avery. He went over to the front door and opened it. Everett ran out into the wind and snow swept darkness. Avery closed the door, but Jane could hear Everett howling in the distance,

Silence now reigned in the room; the only sound the crackling of the logs in the fireplace.

And finally, overcome at last by all she’d seen and learned, Jane lowered her face into her hands and sobbed.

Avery quickly walked over, put his arms around her and held her as she wept.

Chapter Ten

The Wolf-God was so deep inside Jane it felt as if the two were one. She had no idea how long they’d been fucking, but its phallus continued to move inside her; long, even strokes that had brought her to so many climaxes she'd been unable to keep count.

The fire in the cave had gone down until it was nothing more than embers, but she wasn’t cold. The Wolf-God's heavy, shaggy body enveloped her, its heat surrounding her. The People were still in the cave, but she heard soft cries, deep moans and drawn-out groans, and she knew all of them were also copulating in the thick darkness.

Jane pushed her trembling hands through the coarse, heavy fur on the Wolf-God's broad back. Its sinewy hips relentlessly drove its cock deep into her. Hard, even, cadenced strokes. She tried to lift her hips to match the rhythm. But the Wolf-God had her pinned so securely against the rock altar she was unable to move. She was totally at its mercy.

The Wolf-God moved faster, its cock pounding inside her. Jane climaxed again, her nails digging beneath its fur to the firm flesh beneath. She screamed, her orgasm like the white-hot sun, blazing inside her cunt and her soul and consuming everything she was and ever would be.

* * * * *

Jane awoke to the sun shining through the window of the bedroom. The remnants of her dream of the Wolf-God fled from her mind like autumn leaves stripped from a tree by the wind.

She’d fallen asleep downstairs before Everett had returned from looking for Caleb. Avery must have carried her up to bed. She was still in the clothes she’d worn yesterday. She left the bedroom and quickly went downstairs, anxious to see if they were back. Even before she reached the landing she heard voices coming from the kitchen. When she entered it, she saw all three of them having breakfast. They all turned and looked over at her.

Neither Everett nor Caleb looked the worse for wear after their transformations last night. In fact, looking at them Jane couldn’t help but wonder if she had imagined the whole thing. Men turning into wolves? That was something that only happened in books or movies or television shows.

“Morning,” Avery said smiling.

“Good morning,” Jane replied.

Neither Caleb nor Everett said anything. The two of them just stared at her. Feeling uncomfortable under their steady gaze, and awkwardly conscious of what she’d done with the two of them last night, she nervously pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.