Quarantine (9 page)

Jasen glanced over at me and winked, making me blush. He slid down Nate’s body, trailing kisses over the man’s chest as he descended toward the erection jutting from Nate’s groin.

I inhaled sharply as Jasen swallowed Nate’s cock, taking him all the way to the base then pausing there until Nate’s back arched off the floor and a cry of pleasure tore from his lips.

Jasen pulled up, letting Nate fall from his mouth, a thin line of saliva connecting the man’s lower lip to the penis’ tip. My cunt was soaked from watching these men together. It was so sexy, so new to me, my body was reacting as though I were in on the action.

A hand slid between my legs, fingers playing against my clit, sliding in the wetness that had drenched my core, but I found that I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me. As Dean pinched and rolled my sensitive nub between his fingers, I stared transfixed at Jasen who was positioning himself over Nate’s erection.

Inch by inch, the younger man lowered, impaling himself with the thick shaft until his ass rested against Nate’s body. I wanted to get closer, to see Jasen stretched wide around Nate. Unconsciously my body jerked forward, but Dean tightened his grip on me.

“Just watch,” he whispered. “You can get a close up later.”

I whimpered in complaint but did as he asked, settling back against him to observe the men. Dean resumed his slow, firm teasing between my legs, and I shifted to give him better access. Pressure was already building in my abdomen, and I knew I wasn’t going to make it much longer without coming. Between the sight before me and Dean’s nimble fingers, I was bound to explode any minute.

Nate’s gaze flicked over to me as his hand slid down his body and gripped Jasen’s cock in his fist, pumping it furiously. My eyelids started to flutter closed, desire making them do the last thing I wanted. I forced them to stay open, silently demanding I pay attention to the men who were putting on one hell of a show for me.

Jasen cried out, his cum spraying up Nate’s chest. At that moment, Dean pinched my clit hard between his fingers and the scene was lost in a flood of stars behind my eyes. I screamed with Nate who was yelling Jasen’s name into the room as he came with us.

Dean rolled me onto my stomach, pulling me to my knees then slamming his cock in my soaked channel. I tried to push up on my hands, but Dean pressed down on my shoulders, keeping me there with my ass up in the air for him. I felt as if I were offering myself to him, like a cat in heat. The irony was not lost on me at all.

Over and over, he pounded himself into my pussy, his thick cock occasionally slamming into my cervix and making me whimper, a half-pained, half-pleasured sound. His fingers dug into my hips, and I knew I would have bruises, but I didn’t care. They would be battle wounds I could carry with me when I left him.

“Fuck, Jo,” Dean growled. “You’re so fucking tight. So wet for me. Mine. Mine. Tell me.”

“Yours,” I cried, my hands scrambling to grip something. A cool hand enveloped mine, and I looked up to see Nate, his fingers entwining mine. “Yours,” I repeated, looking back at the man inside me.

Dean came, that half howl, half scream sound tearing from his throat. I felt his cock twitching inside of me, spilling his seed deep inside my pussy. Without warning his teeth sunk into my shoulder, and I came, clawing at Nate’s hand as my body convulsed under Dean’s weight and teeth. I could tell I was bleeding, but it didn’t hurt. It felt amazing. The longer he kept his mouth placed to the wound the harder my body shook, tiny orgasms exploding through my muscles again and again until I thought my throat had torn from screaming my pleasure.

His grip on me slackened, and he slid out of me, his forehead resting on my back. I collapsed to the floor, Dean falling on top of me with a thump. He rolled to the side, and when I opened my eyes to look at him I saw that there was indeed blood covering his lower lip. I smiled lazily and leaned over, licking it gently, the sweet coppery taste hitting my taste buds and sending a shiver down my spine.

“Mine,” he whispered, kissing me softly.

“Yours,” I purred, snuggling into the arms he opened for me.

My body and my mind were spent. It had been a long, emotional night, and I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and drifted away. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t afraid to give myself to sleep. I knew tonight I would have no bad dreams, and no one would come after me. I was safe here in Dean’s arms. I was home.

* * * *

“Jo.” Nate’s voice broke through the cloud of sleep burying my brain. “Jo, sweetie, you need to get up and eat.”

“Not hungry,” I mumbled, rolling away from him.

“Doesn’t matter,” Jasen said.

I opened my eyes to see him grinning at me.

“It’s the day of the full moon love. You have to eat. We all overslept. We should have started eating hours ago.”

“Ugh.” I pulled the blankets over my head. I felt as if I could sleep for a week. But against my will, my stomach gave a loud growl, and I knew this was a lost battle. My beast would win, food over sleep every time.

A knock on the front door startled all of us. I pulled the covers down a little so I could see and looked from Nate to Jasen who both shrugged.

“Stay there,” Dean said, walking across the room. He opened the door, and a man walked in. He looked vaguely familiar, but I wasn’t sure why.

“Good news,” he said. He smiled widely until he saw me lying on the floor, obviously naked under the blanket and surrounded by Nate and Jasen. “Um, someone confessed to calling in the Anthrax threat. It was a hoax. We’ve cleared up outside, and you’re free to go.”

“That is great news,” Dean agreed, moving to block the man’s view of us. “Thank you for letting us know.”

The man left quickly, and I realized he looked familiar because I’d seen him several times before, but he’d always been behind a big plastic helmet. His words slowly sunk in. We were free to go. I could get out of here. My mind started calculating how far I could get before I’d have to shift.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Nate said as if reading my mind. “You know it’s not safe to take off now. You have to stay through the night. If you’re still hell-bent on taking off tomorrow, fine. But tonight, we’re locking down the bar, and no one gets in or out.”

I nodded. He was right. I was too dangerous still to be left on my own. I didn’t know where I would go to change anyway. Tonight, I would shift with them, and tomorrow morning, I would go.

“Now,” Jasen said, clapping his hands. “Let’s get some meat into you.” I stared at him, and he laughed. “No double entendre intended, I promise.”

I climbed to my feet, stretching my arms above my head and cringing at a tight pain in my shoulder. My hand went to the skin, and I felt teeth marks still indented in the flesh. The memories of the previous night came back to me. Dean had marked me.

Jasen handed me a bundle of clothes then smacked my ass. “Get dressed. Breakfast is getting cold.”

Dean had gone back into the kitchen and, now, emerged carrying a tray full of food. The smell of bacon hit my nose, and my stomach growled again. I quickly pulled on my clothes and went to join them at the table.

“Jesus!” I looked around at the mountain of food. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, half a ham, a few steaks, a mountain of hash browns and a full loaf of toasted bread. “Who’s going to eat all of this?”

“We are,” Nate said as he reached over to grab a handful of bacon. “Just wait. You’ll be amazed at how much food you’ll put away today. I’m guessing you haven’t been stuffing your beast.”

“Not like this.” I shook my head as I sat down. Was this why I’d always been so out of control when I shifted? Should I have been eating nonstop in the hours leading up to the change? It was hard to believe that a full stomach could affect my mental state when I became a cougar. But they had been shifting a lot longer than I had, and I trusted them to help me through this.

Dean scooped a heap of scrambled eggs on to my plate. “Eat,” he demanded, gesturing with the spoon at my plate.

I took a bite, and it was as if it opened a floodgate. I was ravenous. Talk ceased around the table while we shoveled food into our mouths as if we would never eat again. I couldn’t get enough. Ham, bacon, potatoes, eggs, more ham. Forkful after forkful disappeared though it didn’t feel as if I were filling up at all.

It seemed as if we’ been eating for hours when Nate walked over to the bar and came back with a pitcher of beer and some glasses. I cocked an eyebrow at him, and he grinned.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” he said, handing me a full glass. “Eggs and beer are the best breakfast ever.”

I took a sip then a gulp. Before I’d realized it the pint was empty. A loud belch escaped my mouth, and I clamped a hand to my lips, burning with embarrassment.

“Excuse me,” I mumbled.

“Nice one,” Jasen said, clapping me on the back.

Nate rolled his eyes at Jasen, but I saw a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He really was head over heels for his lover, faults and all.

I sighed. I’d thought I’d had that with Billy. But the more time I spent with these men, Dean in particular, the more I started to see how one-sided our marriage had really been. Billy had been happy because he wasn’t missing anything. He’d never had that great of a sex drive to begin with. And I just hadn’t wanted to believe that sex was that important. But now, I was finding out how much a relationship could grow through that physical bond he and I had been missing.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked, his fork paused halfway to his mouth. “You look…lost.”

“Fine,” I said, shaking my head as if to clear the thoughts from my mind. “I’m fine. My mind just wandered for a minute.”

“Don’t get lost in thought today,
chica
,” Jasen said, placing his hand over mine. “If you let your emotions get the better of you, it can bring on the change. Just relax, make sure you eat if you feel even a twinge of hunger and try not to look too sexy today.”

I laughed. There was fat chance of that happening. I probably looked like…well, like I’d spent the last two days getting fucked by three rugged men. My body ached, my hair was a tangled mess and my stomach was bloated from all of the sodium I’d just consumed. Sexy was not a word I would have used at all.

“All right,” Dean said standing up with a loud groan. “Nate and I will clean up. Jasen, you keep Jo occupied.”

“Yes, sir,” Jasen said excitedly. He pulled me to my feet and nuzzled my neck, making me giggle. I think we all knew he was kidding, but when he and I looked over at Dean, there was a pained look on the man’s face. “Fine. We’ll be good.”

“What time is it?” I asked, peering out the window. The sun was high in the sky, but it didn’t feel very late yet. I’d had no idea how long I’d been asleep, but I wasn’t expecting the answer Jasen gave me.

“Almost five,” he answered. He’d walked behind the bar and pulled out a couple bottles of water then flipped on the television. I hopped on a stool, accepting the water gratefully.

“It’s important to stay hydrated,” he explained before draining half of his own bottle. “You don’t want to do anything that could set off the beast. Hunger, thirst, lust, anger, sadness, it can all trigger the change, especially the day of the full moon.”

“You all talk about the beast like it’s not a part of you,” I said.

“Well, it both is and it isn’t. Surely, you can feel that it’s like its own living entity inside of you? The way it stirs and rises and quiets in your chest or in your stomach. Like a physical being. But obviously, it’s not. It’s just blood and genetics. It’s a disease.”

“I don’t understand any of this.” I sighed. “You’re right. I do feel it, and it feels separate, like I could get it cut out of me and go back to being…” I trailed off, not wanting to offend him.

“Normal?” he finished for me with a sad smile. “Sorry, toots, there’s no normal anymore. As time goes on, I promise you’ll get used to it. You’ll learn exactly what to do to avoid setting it off. You’ll even learn to shift on command. It just takes some getting used to. It’s like losing an arm or a leg except instead you get fur, pointy teeth and super powers.”

“Super powers?” I asked with a crooked eyebrow.

“You probably don’t remember much that happens when you turn. That can last for up to a year. But eventually, conscious thought will break through your beast’s panic, and you’ll be
you
in there instead of just an animal. For us, when we’re in our wolf forms, we're wicked strong, super fast and damn near indestructible. From what I understand, cats work pretty much the same way.”

“Really?” I looked hopefully at him. “So the short bursts of consciousness I have when I shift aren’t just what I have to live with? It will be all
me
all the time? Can you teach me to do that tonight?”

“It’s not really teachable,” he said, his hand over mine in a comforting gesture. “Your brain just has to adjust to the beast sharing your body. You’ll get there. I promise. It’s a good sign that you already get some it now.”

“Is it?” I asked ruefully. “It’s fucking scary is what it really is. Waking up covered in blood and hoping it’s just from the animal carcass at your feet. Watching your body turn into…not your body then blacking out for an hour just to come back to yourself as you’re swallowing raw meat from a raccoon and then you’re gone again and it’s all the beast moving you.” I shuddered. “It’s terrifying.”