Howling at the Moon [The Mystic Museum] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Jacob put his cock into Carolyn’s mouth, and he lost control. He started to fuck her in a heated frenzy. Milo watched Jacob fuck her mouth. “Does that feel good, Jacob? Her mouth felt good this morning. Her cunt feels good now.” He felt her pussy twitch. “She’s coming, Jacob. I’m ready to pop my load, too. Are you going to come in her mouth?”

“I’ll wait until after you come.” He pulled his cock from her mouth, and she whimpered.

Milo’s body strained. He grabbed her hips and pounded her with his cock. He put his thumb on her clit, and she exploded, pushing him over the edge. His neck stretched upward, and he howled.

Jacob waited until Carolyn was breathing easily again. Milo was still buried inside her. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, Carolyn. I want you to swallow my cum like you swallowed Milo’s this morning. Both of us will be inside you now. You are ours.”

She nodded.

He put his cock in her mouth and began to slowly pump. She put her fingers around his shaft and squeezed gently. As he pulled his cock out, she sucked, urging its return. He put his hands on the back of her head and pumped. She moaned her desire. He tilted his head, stretched his neck, and howled. He ejaculated as she sucked him dry.

“Fuck, she’s coming again, Jacob. Come, baby, come. It feels so fucking good.”

Carolyn released Jacob’s cock. She gained control of her breathing. She looked up at his muscled chest. Her hand slid up his thigh and stomach and rested on his pecs. She pinched his nipple.

“I think we’ve created a
monster
,” Jacob said and chuckled.

“I’ll have another serving of this
monster
later,” Milo said. He lowered her legs and slid out of her pussy. He extended his arms to help her sit up. She clasped his hands, and he pulled her upward. Now she sat at the very end of the table. He wrapped his arms around her. “Was I too rough with you?” He was worried that he’d hurt her. He’d been accused of that before. Sometimes he lost control and didn’t realize his own strength.

“You didn’t hurt me, Milo. Although I will say it was painful pleasure. And I want it again.”

He squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. “Anytime, baby.” He lifted her off the table. “Go get cleaned up if you want to.” He slapped her ass as she stepped out of his arms.

“Why do you guys do that?”

The two men shared a look. “Because it feels good,” they said in unison.

She turned and laughed, heading for the bathroom. “I’ll have to remember that.”

* * * *

“What’s taking Sven so long? It’s midafternoon. He should be back by now,” Jacob remarked after lunch.

“You’re right. Bear Basin isn’t that far. Maybe we should look for him.”

“He won’t like that,” Jacob said.

“If he’s been gone too long, then we should go and find him,” Carolyn said.

“You’re not going anywhere,” both men said.

“Well, I’m not staying here alone.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Jacob knew that look. When his foster mother had it, there was no budging her. He had a feeling it would be the same with Carolyn. He pursed his lips in a frown. With resignation, he said, “Okay, you can come with me.”

“Just stay close to me,” Jacob said. “Milo, we’ll meet at Larson’s Point in two hours. Keep your radio on.”

“I copy that,” Milo said as he headed in a northerly direction.

“You and I will head to the west,” Jacob said.

The late-afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting shadows and mystical sunbeams through their branches. Without their mission, it would have been a romantic walk. The birds sent messages to each other through the still air. The air was fragrant with the smell of decaying leaves and the budding growth of a new season.

“I’ve forgotten how peaceful the woods are,” Carolyn said.

“So, you are used to the outdoors?”

“It’s been a long time, but yeah, I grew up in Kentucky. It was a small town and very rural. My parents had to drive me to the road for the school bus.”

“I think they do that around here, too.”

“I miss those days,” she said wistfully.

“So, you liked school?”

“Yes, I did, and I saw it as a way out. I did well enough in school to get a scholarship to a college. Now I’m a nurse in New York City.”

“New York? How did you get here?” He turned to her.

“I thought you knew the answer to that.” She looked at him expectantly.

“I saw you sitting there. I thought you were some kind of the vision, or a figment of my imagination. But then you came to me.” He looked at her intently and then looked away. “I’m not going to question how or why. I’m going to accept and enjoy it. Do you still want to leave?” He ventured a sideways glance at her.

“Not so much anymore. But if I stay, I’ll have to find some work.”

“There’s a hospital in Truckee. That’s not too far.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Milo and I want you to stay. We know you are meant for us.”

“What about Sven?”

“Somehow we’ll have to get him to agree. It won’t work unless the pack is in agreement.”

“The pack?”

He stopped. “You don’t know that you are a shifter?”

“I’m a what?”

“A shifter. You can change into a wolf.”

“I’m a werewolf?” She gasped. She was appalled.

“Not a werewolf, a shifter, there’s a big difference.” He looked heavenward. “Why don’t people get the difference?”

“I thought I imagined that I saw you change from a wolf.”

“It wasn’t your imagination.”

“Apparently not.”

“You’ve never shifted?” He tsked his tongue. “Now that was a stupid question.”

“Never. How does it happen?” She turned her head and looked at him.

“That’s hard to say. It’s different for everybody. For some it starts early in childhood. For others, like you, it’s a dormant ability. Various things can trigger it. Stress, strong emotions like anger and fear. And let us not forget the full moon. Something in our nature just wants to howl at that moon.” He chuckled.

She laughed. “You howl at other things, too.”

“It’s not the same if you’re not a wolf.”

“Then why did you howl after sex earlier?”

“Because we felt good and because we could. We don’t have to hide that part of us from you.”

“But I didn’t know about you then.” Her brows wrinkled.

“Some part of you must have, because it didn’t freak you out.”

“No, it didn’t. I thought it was kind of cute.” She smiled.

“See.” He returned that smile.

She laughed again.

“Be careful up ahead. The path gets narrow and the trail gets steep. Sometimes it drops off quickly to the side.”

They hiked on in a comfortable silence.

“What’s that down there?” Carolyn pointed at a splash of color barely visible through the trees and undergrowth.

“It may be Sven. He must have slipped. The leaves can be tricky. How did you see him?”

Carolyn started down the slope. “I don’t know I sort of smelled him. I didn’t really see him.”

“Carolyn, wait here,” Jacob ordered.

“He needs help. I’m a nurse.” She continued to move down the slope.

“You could get hurt.”

“He
is
hurt.” She paused and gave Jacob a look that would brook no nonsense.

“Just like my mother,” he mumbled.

“I’ll bet she was a wonderful woman. And you wouldn’t be able to stop her, either.” Her hands went to her hips.

“You’re right.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” She was once again on the move.

“Just be careful,” he chided.

She was kneeling at Sven’s side scant seconds later. She touched her fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. She put her palm on his forehead, and she lifted his closed eyelid with her thumb. “He’s alive,” she said, relieved.

“He’s unconscious,” Jacob said, kneeling.

“It looks like he hit his head.” She touched Sven’s head without moving it, feeling for blood. “I can’t find any blood.” She released Sven’s head and moved back.

Sven moaned and opened his eyes.

“He’s coming to,” Jacob said.

Sven looked at Jacob. “What happened?”

“You fell or slipped. I don’t know. What do you remember?” Jacob asked.

“One moment I was walking. The next I was sliding down the embankment. Then everything sort of went blank.”

“You passed out. You may have a concussion,” Carolyn said.

Sven turned his head quickly and winced. “What’s she doing here?”

Carolyn flattened her lips. “So you’re going to be that kind of patient.”

“Carolyn’s a nurse,” Jacob explained.

“I didn’t find any broken bones,” she said.

“That’s a relief,” Jacob said.

“I could have told you that,” Sven said sourly.

“Are you up to walking?” Jacob asked.

“I’m fine. A little bit of a headache, that’s all.” He raised himself to a sitting position. He touched the side of his head. “Pretty big bump,” he said.

Carolyn gently moved her fingers under his. “Just sit for a minute before you get up.”

Sven frowned. It seemed he didn’t like taking orders. He closed his eyes and sighed. It didn’t look like he was in pain.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said roughly.

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Then you can leave us alone.”

“Sven,” Jacob admonished.

“All right, I’ll be civil,” Sven snarled. “Help me up.”

Sven clasped Jacob’s extended hand. Jacob pulled Sven to his feet. One step later, Sven crumbled in pain.

“He may have a sprained ankle. I don’t think it’s broken,” Carolyn said.

“It’s not broken,” he growled.

“How do you know?” Jacob asked.

“I’ve had broken bones before. This isn’t broken.”

“Can you put any weight on it?” she asked.

Sven tried to stand on both feet. “Damn, that hurts,” he said, flinching.

“Lean on my shoulder.” Jacob pulled Sven’s arm over his shoulder. “We’ll get you back to the cabin.”

Sven had just about as much as he could take. The guys were breaking his balls about being clumsy. They teased him about spending a lot of time with Carolyn. The woman treated him like an invalid. Two days he’d been stuck in this cabin with her while the guys went on their rounds. Today he was getting out of this God damned bed whether she liked it or not.

He could barely stand it anymore. Her scent filled each breath, torturing him. She moved around the cabin efficiently and gracefully. She was a delight to watch. She was pleasing to his eyes. He liked her body and her face. She wasn’t beautiful, nor was she overly endowed. She was just perfect. It was becoming difficult to control his desire for her. Heaven help him, he wanted her. There was no doubt in his mind about that. His body reacted to her slightest touch. The tension between them was thick as molasses and just as sweet.

His feet touched the floor just as the soft tapping warned of the door opening.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Her tone was accusing, that of someone accustomed to chastising errant patients.

“I’m getting up. I can’t stand lying around anymore.” He thought he sounded whiney like a spoiled child.

“So you’re feeling better and you’re bored?” She closed the door behind her.

There was something in the inflection of her voice that warned him he was missing something. He studied her for a moment trying to figure out what it was. It eluded him. So he pushed on. “Yes,” he said, locking onto her eyes, his challenge in the air.

A smile played on her lips. “Good.”

Not the answer he was expecting. He was expecting the mother hen to argue. “Good?” He felt his eyebrows rise, expressing his surprise.

“Oh, yes. I’m quite bored myself. Now that you’re feeling better, I can give in to these unruly urges I’ve been battling.”

“What urges?”

She sauntered across the room and stood in front of him. Her hips swayed in a provocative manner. No longer was she the efficient caretaker. The nurse persona was replaced by a seductress. She wore Jacob’s face on her sweatshirt as if it were a trophy, bragging of her conquest. It wasn’t Jacob, he knew that, but it could have been.

“I’m feeling quite warm.” She stepped between his legs. Her face was just above his head.

Her close proximity heated his blood. He’d had trouble controlling his second head for the last two days. Now it was impossible. Something about her had changed.

She lifted the sweatshirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. “That’s a little better,” she said. He felt her breath through his short hair.