Werewolves of Forever 06 - Wild Lust

release and make her his. Every thrust, every move, every moan was a sign that it was time.
    Groaning against her shoulder, Blane fell over, taking her with him. Reese didn’t hesitate and lay down beside her. Keeping his cock inside her, Blane watched her face and knew the moment Reese eased into her butt hole.
    She moaned the keening sound that heralded another climax as he and his brother drove their cocks deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and, from the rapture he saw on Reese’s face, he knew the tight ringed muscles of her anus were doing the same to his cock.
    Together the three of them moved as though they were three parts to one puzzle. Only the sounds of their heavy breathing disturbed the night. Reese’s hand was on her hip, helping to guide his cock while Blane kept her breasts pushed against his chest.
    All at once, she froze, her eyes widening. Moaning, she grabbed hold of his arm and stiffened as her body readied to release. Behind her Reese paused then growled as he pushed inside her one last time and roared his climax. Blane’s balls tightened as his orgasm took hold of him and he lost control.
    They came within seconds of each other, the two men with their cocks buried deep within their new mate and the woman holding them together. Blane’s orgasm shook him to his core, and he knew it was time.
    Opening his mouth, he turned his head to her left shoulder and sank his fangs into her neck. She screamed then added a second scream as Reese bit into her right shoulder.

Chapter Eleven
    Charlie couldn’t wait to see Shannon. She’d lain in bed for two days after Reese and Blane had bitten her, changing her into a werewolf. Although she didn’t remember much during that time, coming in and out of consciousness every once in a while, she did remember the way her men had taken care of her.
    Whenever Reese was away, Blane was there. Then Reese would take over and tell her where Blane was. They’d managed to move her personal belongings out of the rental home and into her new home. She’d overheard arguing with a voice she recognized as Richmand, the owner of the rental home, but once Blane had promised they’d pay off the remainder of her rental agreement, he’d gone away satisfied.
    Her men took good care of her. They urged her to drink and eat, even going so far as to bring her meals to her on a tray with a single red rose in a bud vase. Other flowers filled her bedroom, and Reese explained in a slightly embarrassed manner that he and Blane were responsible for the multitude of floral arrangements. He laughed when she told him her room looked like either a hospital room or a funeral parlor, but she loved that they’d given her so many flowers.
    Charlie gazed out the window at the moon overhead and wished it was a full moon. But she couldn’t wait any longer. She and her men were going to run tonight.
    “Charlie, get your sweet ass moving.”
    She grinned at Reese’s blunt command. He was a hard shell with a soft filling. She’d never tell him that or he’d try to prove her wrong.
    “We’re ready whenever you are.”
    Blane was the opposite side of the twin coin. He was even tempered and always tried to compromise, but he was one badass werewolf when he needed to be.
    She dropped her robe to the floor and hurried down the stairs. Blane and Reese waited for her at the bottom and, as they always did, slid their hot and loving gazes over her naked body.
    “You’re beautiful. More gorgeous than a full moon.” Blane’s eyes sparkled as he waited for her, his cock already at full force.
    “Yeah. What he said.” Reese licked his lips, signaling his desire.
    She held up a finger. “Oh, no you don’t, you two. We are not missing another run so you two can fuck me. I need to see my sister, and you’re not going to stop me.”
    “Listen to her give the orders.” But Blane’s wink told her he wasn’t angry.
    “Maybe she needs another lesson,” joked Reese.
    “Like hell I do.” She bounded the rest of the way down the stairs then jogged to the right, dodging their attempts to catch her. Becoming a werewolf had made her as fast as they were. She laughed, shifting as she raced to the back door.
    The transformation was hard, the pain of her bones breaking and re-forming slowing her down, but she remembered what the men had told her, and she pushed through the ordeal. By the time she ran out the door, she’d changed into her dark-brown werewolf form.
    She loved running