Way of the Wolf

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Way of the Wolf by

Netherland St. James

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Chapter One She wasn’t supposed to be here today. Olivia Jennings was off work for three days and Trace Winthrop had assumed she was off to get some rest. He wouldn’t deny the fact that she had been out of sorts lately. Who was he kidding, she had been downright distant. She came into the office, handled the administrative tasks and then left without saying more than a few words to any of them. He had chalked it up to female problems, but a few days quickly turned into fifteen and from the pheromones coming off her body he knew she wasn’t on her period. Being a wolf shifter was a blessing, and maybe even a curse, he could scent anything and everything from miles away, track a beast to its dying grave and see with sharp clarity even at night. The curse was that he could scent her, his intended mate, and so could his best friend, the man who had been like a brother to him when his family pack took him in after his mother died saving him from a hunter. He was the lone black wolf in a pack of white and white spotted wolves. They looked more like huskies to most people, which is probably why they were able to roam as freely in the city as they were. That came in handy whenever one of their cases required their second nature—or maybe that was their first nature, the nature of the wolf, while the human form was second. He had never fully come to terms with the split, and he wasn’t sure he ever would. Dustin’s family had tried their best to instruct him after his own mother had been killed, but there were still some things that Trace knew only his mother could help him understand. He still ached in his heart just thinking about her. She had only been out in those woods because of him. He was the one who wanted to run free for miles and he had begged her to let him go. She had told him after dinner, and only if he ate all of his broccoli. He hated broccoli, but if it meant getting out and running in the wild instead of the back yard, he would do it. If he hadn’t asked her to go—begged her to go, then she wouldn’t have died that night. He blamed himself. He always would. And he was still hunting the bastard who had shot her. He still

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had the scent of his whisky and musty body in his nostrils and when he scented him again, if ever, he was going to get revenge for his mother’s death. But today was different. Today was a case and he and Dustin were in wolf form to pick up the scent of a man who had evaded police custody. They were private investigators, but that didn’t mean the cops didn’t come to them for help. They had solved a lot of cases, tough cases, and brought a lot of bastards to justice. This one in particular would be worth the hunt. They would have taken it on even if they weren’t being paid a hefty sum to do it. He had killed a woman and her six month old baby over ten dollars. Robbery gone bad, they had said, but from the eyewitness account of what happened, the man hadn’t even given the woman time to get the money out her purse. She was holding her baby in her arms, pressed closely to her chest when the bastard shot her in the heart. “Lost the scent, huh guys?” Jeremy Lions looked around the park. Jeremy was Dustin’s youngest brother, a member of their team, and usually the one that stayed in human form in the city when they shifted. Dustin’s scent capabilities were more developed and Jeremy, while good as a wolf, was still learning all of his abilities, still refining them. After the last time they left him in charge of an investigation and his scent led him, not to the criminal they were after, but to the back yard of a woman he had been sniffing after all month, they realized he wasn’t ready yet and it would be better if he stayed in human form on the big cases instead of Dustin. Today he was the one in a world of hurt just getting a whiff of his woman. He could smell the soft hint of lemon on her skin mixed with her natural scent. She loved using essential oils, lemon and the citrus scents being her favorite, but he also knew she was careful not to wear them during the day because they were phototoxic. If she did wear them she usually made sure the part of her body exposed to them was covered. Why the hell was she out here? He could smell her and with each subtle gust of wind he picked up her scent even more. Dustin growled and Trace knew he, too, had picked up her scent. He couldn’t wait; he wouldn’t wait. He took off in the direction her scent was coming from with Dustin right beside him and Jeremy calling after them. He darted through the crowd, people parting to let them pass, alarm in their eyes at the sight of two unleashed animals raging through the park. He didn’t care about them. From the distance he saw her. She was wearing a sexy black and white halter top dress that came down to mid calf in the front and fell slightly longer in the back, stiletto white boots and a simple silver and black bangle. She was on stage, sitting with a

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big cello between her legs and playing a modernized pop version of Vivaldi’s Winter. He didn’t stop. He went full speed ahead and jumped up on the stage in one effortless leap, bypassing the stairs and going straight to the woman of his desire. He saw the look of shock in her eyes. He could hear her heartbeat increase, but she never missed a beat of her music. When Dustin jumped up on the stage, using the stairs, Trace mused at Dustin’s ability to take the long route. When Dustin came and stood right in front of her Trace felt her heartbeat increase more—still, she never stopped playing. He heard the audible gasps in the audience, as if they were afraid she was in danger. She looked a little fearful too. He stalked closer to her, hearing her heartbeat increase, and then he laid his head on her thigh, nestling it between the cello and her pelvis. Dustin followed suit and placed his head on her other thigh. They were both careful not to get in the way of her bowing and fingering movement, but they were both also aware that neither planned to move. They were in trouble—big trouble. Lindsay, their mother, had told them it was rare, and hadn’t happened within their family in centuries, for two wolves of the same pack to mate the same woman. But they weren’t of the same pack. Trace had been adopted into their clan, but he wasn’t born into it. “Perhaps you will get lucky,” she said. “And she will take you both.” He didn’t think that would happen. She wasn’t the kind of woman to bed two men—he wasn’t even sure if she had bedded one man. If she had, it had been a great number of years because he wasn’t picking up another man’s scent. “And if she won’t?” He had asked. “Then you will be torn apart. Your love for her, and his love for her, will continue to grow. And should she choose one of you, the other will not be able to handle it. Her scent will always be with one of you and it will drive the other one mad.” He heard her unspoken words; one of them would have to leave the pact. And he knew that the one who left would be him because he didn’t belong there, not the way Dustin did. If one didn’t leave then they would fight, probably to the death and that would forever destroy the surviving member. They had vowed to let her chose between them and to let it go, but with each passing day, Trace could tell they didn’t have much choice in the matter themselves. This was primitive, a basic drive to mate the woman for life and no matter how hard they tried to resist, each day the urge grew stronger within them. Lindsay had assured them that they couldn’t avoid the situation much longer. She had told them their thirst, their hunger for her would grow increasingly with time, that it would be harder and harder to fight, and she had been right.

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Trace had found himself so in need of her that he shifted nearly every night now and ran to her home. He went up onto her flat rooftop and looked in through the skylight over her bedroom. He watched her sleep. She slept without a top, while she refused to sleep without her black Hello Kitty sleep pants. He had laughed about that fact later. She didn’t strike him as the Hello Kitty type, yet she wore the pants to sleep nightly and without a top. He liked that part of it because the sheets barely pulled all the way up over her back while she dosed off to sleep so he got a nice view of her smooth brown skin. He wanted to find his way inside her home and run his tongue up the slender muscles of her back. When she did finally fall off to sleep, she often fidgeted with the covers to finish covering herself. The woman was always cold—genetics, she had told him at work one day. He and the guys had been out on a case for three days and when they returned she had the office air condition off. It was nearly one hundred degrees outside, and close to eightyfive in the office and yet she sat there blissfully unaware of the heat, not even breaking a sweat. They turned on the air condition promptly. Their genetics had them always raging hot, which was a plus on some of those extremely cold zone cases they took. She was always cold. He wouldn’t mind keeping her warm. Given the chance he would gladly cover her naked body with his and share his heat. He had made his nightly visits alone for nearly three weeks until Dustin showed up one night. Now he sat there watching her sleep with Dustin beside him each night. They both wanted her, and there was no amount of civil debate that could make either of them happy with the idea that she might not be with them. If she chose Dustin, which he was afraid she was because Dustin had the sharp blue eyes and jet black hair she seemed to go for, then he wouldn’t be okay. He knew he wouldn’t. He might pretend to be, but he knew it would tear him apart inside. Trace was black, not just as a wolf, but as a man. He had smooth brown skin, slightly darker than hers. He had dark brown eyes, and close cut wavy black hair. He wasn’t anything exotic to her and he knew it. He had muscles, but so did Dustin. He was five eleven, while Dustin was an even six feet. Who knew an inch would make a difference, but it did. Dustin stood taller, and he knew she liked that. He purred low, thinking about her choosing Dustin over him. When she finished playing the one piece the security guard came over and was ready to make them both move. Unfortunately, in this state, controlling their primitive instincts wasn’t always easy. They both rose from their seated position and growled at the guard; ready to attack if need be. “Guys,” Jeremy said softly. “Come on down here and let the lady play.”

Capri Montgomery Dustin barked his resounded no, and when the guard tried to get closer he barked again, this time angry and warning—he would not be moved. “It’s okay. They can stay,” she smiled at Jeremy. “I didn’t know you had dogs.” She said and he shrugged. “Well, they can stay so long as they sit quietly.” She shooed the guard away with her bow in hand. She finished playing with the group and when she was done she handed the cello to a skittish conductor. “Hillary thanks you,” he said. “You saved her job, and my show.” Olivia laughed. “Anytime I can help just let me know.” She worked for him in the armature orchestra, playing a few shows seasonally, but she should have long since moved out of armature and into professional. She hadn’t made the switch because the professional orchestra was more full time than part time, and she had said she didn’t want to leave Intrepid Investigations. She had told them Gustavo constantly reminded her of the opportunities that awaited her if only she would make the switch. While he wanted her to be happy and successful, he also wanted her to stay with their company. He couldn’t have both, and he knew that. She would either stay at Intrepid Investigations, or move on to a full-time music career. “Jeremy, what are you doing here?” “I was hunting,” he said. “But we lost him.” “And your dogs—that I’ve never seen before,” she ran her fingers softly against Dustin’s head and he purred. “Those blue eyes are so gorgeous, and so familiar.” She mumbled the last part of her sentence. Trace felt angry and neglected until she did the same for him; stroking him softly. “Uh…they belong to my mother,” he said and then quickly changed the subject. “What are you doing here? I thought you were taking some time off.” “Gustavo called me, frantic and dramatizing the situation as always and I caved. I took a taxi, so I should probably go try to flag one down now.” “I’ll take you home,” he said. “No, it’s okay. You’re working a case.”

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“We lost his scent anyway, and in case you haven’t noticed,” he smiled, “we appear to be done. These guys don’t want to leave your side.” “I’ve noticed,” she laughed. “I don’t usually like dogs,” she shivered. “I was so scared when they jumped up on stage I think I nearly had a heart attack.” “They won’t hurt you,” he assured her. “Maybe not…but ever since my sister,” she shivered again. Trace felt her nervous response and he wanted to know more. He nudged Jeremy’s leg to let him know he should ask the question he wanted answers to. Part of being adopted into their pact, growing up with them, was that he had started to sense their emotions, and they his. There were still things he could hide, but those things were becoming few and far in between when it came to Dustin. “I didn’t know you had a sister.” “She was killed. Our neighbor didn’t have a fence and was too lazy to take her dog out and stay with it in the yard. She just let him out to do whatever; she never watched him. We were walking, on the opposite side of the street mind you, when that beast darted across. I was younger, smaller, more fragile and she,” she inhaled sharply fighting off tears. “She pushed me out the way and it knocked her down. It went straight for her neck, taking a huge chunk out of it. A cop was passing at the time and he saw what was happening. He jumped out of his car and shot the dog before it could get me.” The tears fell from her eyes. “My parents never forgave me.” “It wasn’t your fault.” She shrugged. “If she hadn’t been walking with me to the store it wouldn’t have happened. Death of a child will either rip a family apart or pull them closer together. Unfortunately, it ripped ours apart. My mom and dad still love each other. They’re still married. They just hate me. They shipped me off to boarding school in England so they wouldn’t have to see me again. It’s a good school, Olivia,” she said in a tone resembling her mother’s voice. “I hated it. I hated what they…” She shook her head. “Never mind. It’s in the past now.” She got into the front seat of the Explorer and then looked back as he and Dustin jumped in. “Whose clothes are those?”

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“Uh…my brothers had to change. You know men. They aren’t always neat,” he started the engine and shifted into gear as she nodded. “They had to change their underwear too?” Trace watched as her gaze focused in on the boxer briefs—his boxer briefs. “Guess so,” he grinned as he drove down Lancaster out of town and back into the secluded areas just outside of the Sedona city limits. The great thing about the high country was that the temperatures were fairly even in the summer, with a rare burst of heat, kind of like what they were having now, and the winters were amazing. Snow capped red rocks were a dream come true for the wild animal inside of him. “Why did you guys decide to open your firm here when down in the Valley would have been easier? You’re always driving down there to help with cases.” “We like the wilderness, the log cabins, the trees, and the smell of the fresh air. It was worth it.” She nodded. Trace loved the smile on her face, soft, inviting, warming and downright sexy. “Why are you here?” “I was running away,” she said. “From?” “From me. Unfortunately no matter where I run to I’m always there.” She chuckled, but it wasn’t a sincere laugh. She really meant what she said. “I guess maybe I was looking for something.” “Like what?” “Home,” she said on a whispery breath. “After London I moved a lot. The only thing consistent was my music. I played anytime I had the chance. I joined amateur orchestras, bands, whatever I could while I worked my day jobs. I thought this was going to be my home. I hoped it would. And now I have to leave again.” Dustin and Trace reared up with sudden awareness that the woman they wanted as a mate might not choose either of them. She might be leaving. “Why?”

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“Don’t tell your brothers, okay?” “That you’re planning on ditching us? Hell, I’m going to tell them so they can talk you out of it.” Although Trace knew he wouldn’t have to tell them because they were already hearing it. “What’s the problem? Things have been different around the office. Have we done something to offend you?” “No,” she said quickly. “It’s just…I…oh please don’t say anything to them, but I like them.” “Really?” His voice carried a tone of amusement and curiosity. “Like them how exactly?” “In a way that I shouldn’t. You all are family and I find myself…I find myself wanting them both. That is just so stupid because neither of them want me. I know they flirt, but that’s just playful banter. Neither of them has given me the impression that they’re serious. And even if they were…I’d have to pick one of them and I couldn’t do that. I…I love them both.” She turned her head to look out the window as they pulled into her driveway. “Just don’t tell them I said anything, okay? I need to get myself out of the situation, but I don’t want them to know why.” “Why?” He said. “Why can’t you have them both?” She laughed. “Men. Your solution is if you can’t chose one then pick both…that’s not how it works. One man, one woman; that’s how it’s supposed to be. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. They don’t want me.” She unfastened her seatbelt and opened her car door. “Don’t tell them; please?” He nodded. “I won’t have to. My brothers are psychic,” he said with a smile on his face. “They’ll figure it out.” “Jeremy…don’t,” she warned him. He held up his hands in surrender. “I won’t say a word,” he promised her. She shut the door and he waited until she was inside before pulling out of her driveway and driving down the road. Dustin and Trace shifted back into their human form. “You heard her guys.” “Yeah, we heard her,” Trace smiled. “Solves our problem, doesn’t it Dustin?” He reached for his clothes and started dressing, as did Dustin.

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“Hell yeah,” he growled. “All we have to do now is convince her it’s okay for her to have us both.” “I’m sure we can figure out a way,” Trace grinned. “But I want to know more about what she didn’t say back there. I want to know what happened to her in London, because I got the feeling something bad happened.” “Me too,” the others confirmed. “I can investigate,” Jeremy offered. He was good at fact checking and following all the clues to the right answer, even if he couldn’t keep his nose on straight when it came to a woman. “Maybe we should let her tell us about it,” Dustin said. “Give her that right first.” “And if she doesn’t?” “Then we’ll let Jeremy run a detailed investigation into her past.” “Oh, and guys;” Jeremy laughed. “Don’t ever talk about me and my nose again after today. The two of you took off like bats out of hell.” He laughed hard. “Those park visitors were terrified.” They both growled, knowing he had a point. But hell, neither one of them could resist her scent. She was going to be their woman, their mate, and they were going to do whatever it took to ensure that.

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Chapter Two “Dumb, dumb and dumber,” Olivia sprinkled the homemade bath salts in her bathwater and swooshed them around underneath the running faucet. “I can’t believe I talked that much.” She had been keeping it from them, all of it. They knew about her work experience in the States, but she hadn’t told them about her years spent in London. She had thought they might find out when they did the background check required for her employment with their company. Fortunately, she had done all of her work in the States, and that’s as far back as they went. She had come back to the U.S. the second her mandatory time at that boarding school was up. Her parents hated her so much that they sent her to hell. “A good school,” she snapped. “Yeah right.” Because their definition of a good school had landed her in the worst hell of her life. School headmaster and headmistress surely did love their girls—they loved them every night in every possible way. Between the bastard with the dick and the bitch with the big breasts she wasn’t sure which one of them had done her the most over the years. She wasn’t alone. There were other girls they did it to, but they never told. The last girl who had gone to a teacher found out the hard way that their warning not to tell wasn’t just an idle threat. They gave her fifty lashings and locked her in the basement for four days. They told all of them if any tried to tell again they would hurt them far worse. That girl, Jennifer Cohen, had killed herself over summer break. She didn’t want to stay at that school and her parents didn’t want her home. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for them to hurt the girls, because they were from families who didn’t care about them and didn’t want them. Her parents were just like the parents of those other girls. She justified it with statements like, “it’s a good school, out of the country where you can grow and have all sorts of wonderful experiences. And best of all, they have a great music program so you can continue your studies.” Those were her mother’s reasons for shipping her off—her verbal reasons anyway. Olivia knew it was just a front for the real reason. They blamed her for Theresa’s death, and they wanted her gone. London was just far enough for them not to have to think about her.

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Jennifer had been her friend. All the girls who experienced the abuse bonded. It was the only way they could survive it. Some were stronger, some not so much and they relied on each other to reinforce the fortress when the walls started to crumble. Jennifer, she was the brave one who defied the rules and she finally broke her silence. Unfortunately, the teacher she told had just assumed she was lying, and he was perfectly okay with her punishment because bad girls deserved the harshest punishment. Something inside of her broke, not just from what they had done, but from what she hadn’t done. She left that school and she didn’t look back, but she didn’t help those girls, the ones that would come in after her. Those girls whose parents would want them as far away as possible, she had abandoned them before she even met them. Every day she wondered if she could have done something; if she should have done something. She took off her robe and eased down in the hot bathwater. She let the aroma of lemon and grapefruit scented bath salts fill her nostrils as the hot water soothed her aching muscles. She had survived, thrived even. She had put London behind her, as much as she could, and she would say she had a fairly healthy emotional and psychological state now. That is she had a fairly healthy emotional state until she went and fell hard for Dustin and Trace. Why, oh why, did she have to want both of them? This was so not her usual self. She didn’t even date much. She hadn’t wanted to be with anybody in years. There was that one guy, the one from college; he was cute. She had thought something would come of that until she walked in on him having sex with her roommate. In a way she was glad it happened when it did because she was planning to go “all the way” with him that weekend. He had booked a room at an upscale resort for them and something about that seemed special to her. Oh well, she mused; some people were meant to make love and others were just meant to dream about it. She had been okay with that line of thinking until last year. She had been working for Intrepid Investigations for three years now, but last year had been the absolute turning point. When she first met Dustin, she was just getting settled in her new home. She was getting to know the town, and she was excited and ready to start over new—a new place with no mistakes in it—yet. She sat in his office in her most sensible black suit with the pencil skirt and the form fitting jacket. She looked business professional, but stylish at the same time. She liked the look of pencil skirts on her body and she had made sure every suit she bought had one. With plum colored stiletto four-inch heels to elevate her fivefour figure she felt confident and ready to take on the world. Her experience was top notch. She had briefly worked in the U.N. as an interpreter, then for a senator as his assistant, until he stuck his hands up her skirt

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and told her his wife wouldn’t mind if they took on other activities with each other. She left that job and moved on. When she first looked at Dustin she had noticed his eyes; they were the deepest blue she had seen on a man in a long time. Not only were they deep blue, but there were a few specs of a crystal like blue throughout that made them almost glow. His strong jaw line, and the way his chest filled out the baby blue button down…wow, she had to step back and take a breath because he was sexy personified. She cleared one interview, but he told her she would have to interview with the other owners in the company. They all had to be in agreement. They were both out so he set up an appointment for her to come back the next day. She dressed just as appropriately as the first day, wearing a simple plum purple suit like the other, only with a big belt that wrapped around her waist and showed of her slender figure. She met with Jeremy first, and thankfully, no hormonal shifts started happening within her body. She was able to concentrate on the questions without sizing up the man. But when he handed her over to Trace she hit the wall hard. That man was sexy, just like Dustin and she liked what she saw. From his sexy brown skin to the almost ash colored eyes, she liked—a lot. When they told her she had the job she pushed away thoughts of how cute they were and she put on her professional mask—the one that allowed her to work with two hot men she craved without letting on that she craved them. And for a short while it was working. But last year she got to a point where she couldn’t deny the feelings she had for them. It was more than just their sexy look. They were both good to her. They made her laugh; although Jeremy had the bigger sense of humor of the three, Dustin and Trace still could make her laugh on occasion. They were both born leaders, she could tell that. They were the same age to the day, and when she found out that Dustin’s family had taken Trace in when his mother was killed, something about the bond, the love, made her heart attach to both men more. And over the past few months she was at the inescapable point where she realized, she couldn’t go on like this. Every night she dreamed of being in their arms. It was almost as if they were there in the room with her, touching her, loving her, watching her—she wanted it so much. And every morning she woke up to the reality that it wasn’t going to happen for them. Not just because they weren’t interested, but because it couldn’t. She would have to pick one, and for some unexplainable reason her heart seemed to be latching on to both men with the same intensity. It hurt. It literally hurt to breathe around them. With every breath she inhaled Trace’s spicy cologne or Dustin’s clean fresh soap scent and she loved it. The scents weren’t overwhelming. Neither of the guys wore a heavy load of product, but lately her sense of smell when it came

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to them seemed to be in hyper drive. She could walk into the elevator and know exactly which one of them had been in there before her. “This has to stop,” she told herself as she pulled herself from the water, dried off and spread her homemade lemon essential oil scented lotion on her body. She had just secured robe closed with a knot and a bow when the doorbell chimed. She cautiously took the four steps down from the upper deck of her log cabin home to the hall that would lead to the front door. When she looked out she saw Trace and Dustin standing there, looking sexy and hot in their dark blue jeans and fitted t-shirts. Dustin had on a pale blue tshirt, while Trace had on a black one. She opened the door. “Gentlemen,” she raised her eyebrows questioningly. “We’ve come to talk to you,” Dustin said as he walked past her, commanding space, demanding entry. Trace followed him. She hadn’t exactly invited them in, but that didn’t seem to stop them. “He told you; didn’t he? I told him not to tell you.” She could punch him square in the nose for that. But given the fact that Jeremy was six-two and solid she wouldn’t take her chances on getting away with an attack of that caliber. “He didn’t tell us,” they both said in unison. “Right, that’s why you’re both here looking hot and sexy,” the words spilled out of her mouth before she could stop them. “And perfect,” she sighed. Dustin and Trace pulled their t-shirts over their head, and their hands immediately went to the buckle of the belt in the loops on their jeans. “Guys,” she held up both hands as if trying to tell them to stop, but they didn’t stop; they kept going until they stood before her completely naked. “Guys,” her words were a breathless whisper as her eyes widened. They were hard, solid, and thick. Wow, she wanted to go over and lick both of them up and down until they screamed her name. “No matter what Jeremy told you all, I…” “He didn’t tell us anything. You did,” Trace said. “I don’t understand.” She stood frozen in place as both men lowered to all fours and then morphed right in front of her eyes.

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“Oh my God,” she didn’t know what to do. These were the same dogs she had seen earlier, beautiful, gorgeous and…wow, they were…wow. “How is this possible? You’re both dogs—literally.” They both changed back. “Wolves, honey,” Dustin corrected her. “We’re wolves.” “And as for how this is possible,” Trace said as they stood before her in all their naked glory. “We’re shifters. We can be the men you see before you, or the wolves that listened to you play at that concert in the park today.” “Wow,” she sighed. “I thought those blue eyes looked familiar,” she laughed. “I can’t believe this. You all are so beautiful—in both forms,” she marveled at their bodies before her. “But…you heard everything and you let me go on like that?” Trace shrugged. “You’ve been distant for a while now, Olivia. We wanted to know why, and neither of us saw any real reason to try to shut you up.” “But I went on…and on,” she cupped her hand over her mouth. “About how much you love both of us,” Dustin said. “We both love you too. We both want you.” “It can’t be,” she shook her head and took a step back. “Why; because we’re shifters?” There was an edge to Trace’s voice, as if he thought she was rejecting them because of their secret, but she wasn’t. She didn’t know what to make of it. She didn’t know if there were many more like them all over the world. But she did know that it didn’t make a difference to her. They were good men, wonderful and nice and smart and funny and she loved them. “No,” she said firmly. “It’s just…there are two of you and one of me…and it can’t be.” “Why not?” Dustin repeated Trace’s question. “Because it’s not natural. One man, one woman. That’s the way it’s supposed to be.” “Says whom?” Dustin stepped closer and so did Trace. “Well…I don’t know,” she admitted. She had no idea who came up with that rule, but it was there, and she knew that. “The law,” she finally said.

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“Man’s law?” “Yes.” “Doesn’t apply here,” Trace uninhibitedly admitted. “We love you,” Dustin stepped a little closer. “Do you love us?” “Yes, but...” “Well then the way I see it, that’s all that should matter.” He stalked closer to her, Trace following his lead and making his own path until they were both only a breath away from her. “So unless you have a serious problem with loving us, Liv; we’re going to claim you as our mate. If you object,” he stretched his hand out and brushed his fingers down her arm. Even through the soft fabric of her housecoat she could feel his gentle caress. “Speak now or forever hold your peace,” he nearly growled out the last words. She couldn’t say no. She couldn’t deny them because she wanted them—both of them, and she didn’t want to walk away from this, from them. Dustin must have assumed sufficient time had passed for her to state her objection because he reached out, wrapping one big hand around her upper arm and pulled her flush against his chest before slipping one hand in her hair and pulling her head back as his mouth descended on hers. His kiss was hot, forcefully exploring her mouth, going to war with her tongue for complete possession of the kiss. Her knees felt weak from his kiss alone, but when Trace reached out and cupped one of her butt cheeks in his hand she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped, or the buckling of her knees. Dustin tightened his grip on her, holding her up against his body. “Don’t be greedy, Dustin. Let me taste her.” Dustin groaned low. “Just so long as I get her back,” he said gruffly before turning her into Trace’s waiting embrace where he proceeded to kiss her senseless too. Trace used his mouth to excite her, and his hands to explore her—caressing her curves like he owned them. He let his hands go to the bow in the tie on her robe and he quickly undid it; pushing the soft fabric aside to expose her bikini-panty clad body beneath it. He purred. “Nice,” he grinned as he slipped the robe from her shoulders, down her arms and off her body.

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“Very nice,” Dustin agreed. “We’re going to take you baby,” Trace said firmly. “Unless you don’t want us to.” He was giving her a way out while his fingers played with her nipples, touching, caressing, and pinching them to complete erection. Her chocolate tips throbbed with need and pleasure. “I want you.” She admitted on a breathless whisper. “Both of us?” Dustin pressed firmly against her back, his erection nuzzled against her behind. “Both of you,” she confirmed. “Please,” she nearly cried with need. She was burning for their touch. She needed it more than she had ever needed anything before. “Please?” Dustin chuckled. “I do believe she’s ready for us.” He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She could see Trace following behind them, watching her with an intensity that almost had her climaxing right then and there. When they reached the bedroom, Trace yanked back the covers and Dustin placed her gently on the bed. These two men were ready to take her to the heights of pleasure and beyond. She could see their desire and want in their eyes and she wanted it, needed it; craved it. Dustin and Trace crawled onto the bed. “Let’s show her the pleasure of the wolf,” Trace growled as he clamped his mouth over one small breast and began to suck and lick her without mercy. Dustin took his time with the other breast, licking and playing with her until he took her puckered nipple between his teeth and gently bit down. She cried out. The difference in their loving her was arousing. Trace was going to do her hard, she could tell that, but Dustin; he might tease her, make her beg for it, before he ravished her. Her world seemed to spiral out of control as both men licked and kissed their way down her body until they came to her panty-covered pussy. Trace slipped his hands between the fabric and her skin before yanking the last barrier of fabric from her body. “Oh!” She cried out at the sensations that one move evoked. “Delicious,” Trace mumbled before he delved his head between her spread thighs and licked her with one, rough, firm thrust of his tongue. When he reached her clit he swiped his tongue ravenously against

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her and she moaned in ecstasy. “I knew you would be delicious,” he exclaimed. “You smell too damn good not to be.” Dustin lowered his head and slid his tongue up her folds, dipping his tongue inside of her and causing her to arch off the bed with a pleading cry. Her hands fisted the sheets. “Oh please! More! I need more.” She needed them to take her. She needed them to put their cocks inside of her and take her. Dustin chuckled, sending warm air over her moistened folds before taking one last lick of her. “She’s ready for us, Trace. Do you want to go first, or shall I?” “I want her first,” he said roughly. “I’ve always wanted her first,” he pulled her closer to his body and kissed her hungrily as his hand slipped down to her behind and he squeezed so hard she cried out a stifled scream of pleasure within his mouth. She heard Dustin growl behind her. She could feel his erection throbbing against her behind and she wanted it inside of her. She tore her mouth away from Trace’s and threw her head back with a loud cry. “I need you both.” “I don’t have any lube,” Dustin licked a line from her shoulder up her neck to her jaw. “I have…essential body oil, in the…bathroom,” she stammered as Trace slipped his hand between her thighs and fingered her. He thrust one long, thick finger inside her and wiggled it back and forth. She felt her hips undulating of their own volition, seeking to have more of that delicious touch. She felt Dustin’s weight move from behind her, and when he returned, Trace rolled onto his back and pulled her body on top of his. She felt the warm liquid trickling down her behind before Dustin smoothed it on her, sending his slick fingers up her slit and dipping one inside her anus. She moaned. “Yes; please!” He oiled her some more before gripping her hips and holding her firmly in place. Trace slipped inside her, smoothly, evenly, as if there was nothing stopping him, and then he let his hands grab her behind and spread her cheeks as Dustin pushed in with one solid thrust. “Oh!” Her breath caught in her lungs. The pain was almost unbearable. Both men filled her to completion, stretching her wide, and hard. They stayed, unmoving while she found her ground, but once she found it they quickly took to thrusting slowly in and out of her in a piston type motion. It didn’t take long before she felt herself rocking back into Dustin’s hard body. With each thrust of his cock in her anus he pushed her harder against Trace, causing her to take him deeper with each thrust.

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“Harder!” She anchored herself and sped up their motion by pushing her body backward and forward “Harder!” She yelled. “Whatever you say, baby.” Trace thrust up into her as Dustin pulled out and rammed back into her. Each thrust was quick, hard, uncontrolled primitive need for sex, lust and love. They were giving her everything—the fantasy and then some. “Trace!” She yelled as he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on her. “Oh…oh!” She never knew her breasts were this sensitive, this wanton, but she wanted this, his attention, his mouth on the round mound, sucking, licking, even the gentle nips with his teeth. Dustin pulled out of her anus and rammed back in so hard it had her arching, screaming and calling out his name. “Dustin! The two of you are killing me,” she cried. “Let me come! Please let me come?” Dustin slipped his hand between their bodies and found her clit. He pressed his index finger firm against her as they both thrust into her, hard and fast, and she came apart in their arms, crying and screaming her release. She felt Trace spill inside of her pussy while Dustin came in her anus. The hot, liquid oozing into her had her coming again, and again. She felt her body trembling, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. “I didn’t know it could be like this,” she said. “God I didn’t know,” she felt tears escaping her eyes. She had dreamed of this moment, this love, but she didn’t know it would be this good, this complete, this right. “You’re ours,” Dustin said. “No other man will have you.” “Do you understand?” Trace stroked a rough finger up and down her arm. “Yes,” she admitted. “For how long? How long will you want me?” “Forever,” they both agreed. “Forever,” she whispered as she felt herself dozing off to sleep between their hard bodies. She stirred when she felt Dustin and Trace roll on to their sides, keeping her body between theirs and their cocks locked deep inside her. Dustin ran his hand softly through the soft curls of her hair and shushed her. “We’re going to stay like this for a while darlin’.”

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“You can stay all night,” she mumbled. “We plan to,” Trace chuckled. “We’re going to show you the way of the wolf all night long, baby.” “Forever,” she said. “Forever,” they confirmed before drifting off to sleep with their limbs in a tangled web of lust, need and desire. They had each chosen their mate; and they had each chosen her. Her past had been hell. Her future would be heaven. Heaven in the arms of the two wolf-men who loved her.

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Netherland St. James Netherland St. James loves the arts. Writing, music and visual arts has been her passion for many years. When she’s not working the art scene or taking in a symphony she loves to write the stories in her head; the fantasies that provide a brief escape from reality and allows love and good to conquer all the evils in the written world.