CHAPTER 7

Ellie entered the sitting room where Duggan and Jonathan already were seated. The air was thick with tension and a musky scent rose from the air to tickle her senses. A strange new outdoorsy smell that she smelled only once before.

Both heads swiveled to watch as she walked through the doorway, hunger on their faces. Ellie knew instinctively what was going on.

“You’re both going to change.”

“Yes,” Duggan growled, his voice deep. “Stay inside. We won’t go far. We’ll be back before morning.”

She didn’t want to see them in their changed forms. She still remembered the monstrous night that Duggan killed Brian—his image was hideous, his voice distorted. And, oh God, what if he came into the bedroom and wanted to fuck? She could smell a musky scent in the air, both looked at her hungrily. Is that what they wanted while in that form?

She paced her room as her thoughts whirled in her head. Duggan was her mate and if he wanted her in that form, he’d take her. She couldn’t enjoy it, she just couldn’t. Unless, she closed her eyes thoughtfully, maybe if she relived that scene. Maybe he wasn’t as monstrous as she remembered. He had been in a clearing of trees. It wasn’t far away, for she couldn’t have run too far that fateful night.

Ellie left her bedroom before she could change her mind. She grabbed a coat from the hall closet and wrapped it around herself. She was in a nightgown but with his coat she should be fine. She’d put on a pair of rubber boots in the closet, all she could find.

It wasn’t too cold outside but there was a bite to the night air. Fall was arriving, bringing a chill. Ellie knew it would get colder still. But she just wanted to see the clearing. Then she could return.

She finally arrived at the area she remembered and looked about in surprise. It looked exactly the same, sort of undisturbed and innocent. What had she expected? Blood? Body parts? Police tape? She traced her steps, remembering where she stood, watching where Brian and Duggan had been. She was lost in her thoughts, trying to recall exactly how Duggan had looked when he changed. Somehow she couldn’t seem to relive the exact memory.

Ellie heard a rustling. She whipped her head about, panic starting. And then she saw him. A werewolf.

It was Jonathan He was bigger than normal, like Duggan. Heavy muscles covered in soft fur, a charcoal gray color. Just as she had recognized Duggan, she saw Jonathan’s unmistakable eyes.

“What are you doing out here, Ellie?” His voice was strange. Deeper. It also seemed harder for him to form words.

“Um, just out for a stroll? How upset are you? Can we keep this from Duggan?”

“You are supposed to be inside,” Jonathan growled. “It’s not safe out here. Duggan and I are not the only two wolves in our pelts. And we’re horny like this. I’m fighting the urge not to jump you myself.”

Ellie finally felt a sense of fear. “But if you get Duggan, he’ll want to fuck me too, right?”

Jonathan nodded. “So? It’s his right, you disobeyed.”

She could see there was no reasoning with a werewolf.

“You stay here, Ellie.” He growled. And then he was gone, gone in a flash, an inhuman flash. She knew he went to get her mate.

She thought about running. Heading back to the house before Duggan arrived. Damn Jonathan, the traitor. He didn’t understand, seemed to think just like Duggan. That she was property, to do with as either pleased. It was only a thought though because soon, so soon, there was Duggan. Just around the bend of a tree. She knew him instantly. She’d seen him like this once before, although he didn’t seem as horrifying now. Perhaps because he was still largely human.

“Why are you out, Ellie?”

She hung her head and decided to be honest. “I was frightened.”

“Of me?”

“Yes. I thought if I came to the same place and remembered what it was like, maybe I could beat it before you came to our room later.”

“I wasn’t going to come to you like this yet.”

“You weren’t going to fuck me tonight?”

“Not like this but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t have any control, Ellie.”

“What do you mean?”

“I do. I do want to love you. Like this, in the change.”

It was Duggan and for once he wasn’t making demands. “Okay.”

Her answer was simple, just one word. Dugan blinked, unable to believe he’d heard correctly.

Lightning flashed across the sky as Ellie slipped toward him. There was no longer any fear for her. It was Duggan, her mate. A mate who could pleasure her always. Duggan reached for her at the same time, his strange mouth reaching for hers.

His strong arms clasped her to his chest, mashing her breasts against him. He growled as he allowed himself to lick down the side of her neck.

His body was larger than normal and covered in warm fur. She could still feel the muscles underneath, it was still Duggan. She could look into his eyes and see the bright emerald that stared back at her.

Heat emanated from his body like this. She extended one finger down the front of him. It trailed over the muscular chest and down his belly. The soft fur that covered him was silken to her fingertips. She could feel the warmth coming from his skin underneath the fur. A personal furnace in the cold.

She reached down between his legs and felt the hardness there too. She’d never had a slightly furry penis between her legs and the thought of the friction of it sliding inside her made her pussy clench. She clenched it momentarily and as she released she felt moisture gathering deep inside.

“How do you want it?” she whispered.

“I want to do it like the wolves,” his distorted voice told her.

“So you want my ass up in the air?” she asked, pointblank.

He closed his eyes at the image. “Yes, oh yes. I want it up and exposed. I want to run my tongue down it. My tongue is longer like this.”

She cupped his testicles in her hand. “Your balls are bigger too. Heavier.” She tested the weight in her hand.

“I come even more, harder, than before. That’s why we howl during sex. It’s so hard, it’s almost pain. A painful, burning release from your balls up and out of your cock.”

“Show me,” she whispered still. Slowly she removed her coat and dropped the straps holding up her gown.

She turned over for him, on her hands and knees. Her ass pointed directly to him. He reached out with his large hand and parted her thighs wide, wider still. He laid one heavy, clawed hand over the smooth skin of her cheeks, massaging them, squeezing them together and then spreading her cheeks apart. He brought his groin directly to her ass, pressing against her. She was right, the friction of the soft fur felt wonderful against her silky skin. And the heat from his groin rubbed against the core of her.

Duggan pressed his hard, sleek body to hers and reached around to cup her heavy breasts. She gasped at the sensation as he squeezed the globes. His long nails scraped ever-so lightly at the sensitive white flesh, reminding her of when he’d sliced her clothing in two.

She arched her back, pressing her ass even farther to him. He backed away from her and she felt a momentary rush of cool air against her heated skin before his fur was replaced. With a long, wet tongue.

Duggan slid his tongue down her crack, from deep inside her cunt to the top of her ass.

“Aaah. Do it again,” she demanded, her back arching like a cat.

He licked again and again and again. He took his large hands and spread her ass wide, then plunged that tongue inside the tight little hole. He had to work his tongue in and the pleasure of Ellie’s response made him want to just plunge in and out of her like the half animal he was.

“Ohmigod!” she screamed, her head rearing up. “No more, I can’t take any more. Just fuck me. Please, Duggan.” She’d never had a tongue in her ass and felt her climax looming close, very close.

Duggan pushed her back down at the shoulders. Her cheek rested against the ground as he spread her pussy and inched his thick cock inside. Inch by slow inch, she continually clenched and released her pussy, eager to swallow him in faster, deeper. Her flowing juices coated his cock, making it slick.

When he was finally in all the way, only then did he begin the actual fuck. He plunged in and out of her body, riding her hard, making her moan.

Her ass wiggled farther out, pushing against his cock. She couldn’t keep still. She felt when his hot, creamy cum began to spurt, hitting the inside walls of her cunt. The added heat deep inside forced her to erupt relentlessly. She came hard. She came so hard, she was scarcely aware of the rest of his orgasm. She was vaguely aware that he hadn’t pulled out and truth be known, she didn’t want him to. She felt the swell of his head, filling her already sensitive, thickened walls of her cunt. She screamed as new waves of pleasure broke through her body again and again. She collapsed on the cold ground and listened to his howl of completion as it rent the cold night air, alerting all who may be listening to what was happening.

He collapsed on top of her, covering her naked, chilled body with his warmer one. There was still the thickness between her thighs and he lay on her for several minutes until it began to loosen. When he finally pulled out, a rush of seed trickled out of her body, flowing down her legs and wetting the ground underneath her. Duggan grabbed her clothes, dressing her quickly.

“It’s cold out. I can’t change back completely for a while. Get inside and take a hot shower. I’ll return when I can.”

By the time Ellie reached the house, her teeth were chattering uncontrollably. Her fingers were blue, the once warm semen felt like frozen crystals against her thighs. She took a hot shower but couldn’t seem to warm up.

All she wanted was bed, just bed. She crawled in, naked and freezing, her hair wet and cold. She had no energy left to dry it.

Ellie woke up alone early the next morning. Sick. Her stomach heaving violently. She stumbled to the bathroom, vomiting anything in her stomach that was willing to come out. She flushed the toilet and sat next to it, her forehead pressed against the cool marble wall. From being so cold last night, today she was burning hot. A thin sheen of glistening sweat coated her skin.

The bathroom door opened and Jonathan looked at her. Ellie stared back, defiance in her eyes. She was pale, her skin nearly translucent. Her hair seemed too stark, the fiery red against that white skin, and her eyes seem bruised with shadows.

“I’m getting Duggan.”

Ellie never answered. She just turned her face back to the cool tiles. She simply didn’t care. He could get Duggan or not. He could leave her alone to die in peace or not. He could go to hell or not.

Soon Duggan towered over her. He never said a word, he merely picked her up and carried her back to bed. Ellie was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

She thrashed while she slept. She was hot, so hot and the sheets were stifling. She flung them from her body, only to have someone replace them. She was wet and sticky. But someone, some blessed person was wiping her, soothing her brow with a cool cloth.

She dreamed of wolves and monsters.

Jonathan walked into the bedroom with a bowl of ice-chips.

“How’s she doing?”

“The same. She’s feverish and she’s angry, muttering about the ‘goddamned wolves’. It’s either you or me and I’m guessing she’s pissed at me.”

“Taking her in the change?”

He nodded. “I knew she was still scared but she was aroused and that one little yes was enough to make me pounce on her.”

“It’s Ellie. She won’t be mad, she’ll realize she gave you the go-ahead.”

“Well, she is mad.”

“Maybe it’s just the fever?”

“I don’t know. You’re the one who was around humans for five years. When will she wake up and get back to normal?”

Jonathan threw his hands up. “You sent me to live with them. Not become a doctor.”

“I’ll tell you what. When she finally wakes up, she gets anything she wants. From either of us. We’ll treat her like gold.”

And Jonathan finally understood what Duggan was so worried about.

“She will wake up, Duggan. She’ll be fine. Humans get sick all the time.”

At last she woke up. It was forever and a day to Duggan. Forever of forcing water and broth between her lips. Sponge-bathing her flushed body as she fought him, half delirious with fever. Her eyes watched him now, somehow accusing.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Better.” Her voice was raspy. He brought the glass of water to her and held it to her lips. She sipped and he set the glass back down on the nightstand.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept you out in the cold.”

“I wasn’t protesting at the end.”

“You protested at the beginning. I should have listened. I was in my pelt, you were bare.”

“I was fine. You’re making yourself feel guilty over nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. I don’t know how to treat you. I’m not used to humans. Jonathan is, he’s been around you for years. Maybe…”

Ellie held her fingers up to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t say it. Jonathan and I have a special friendship. Made more special by you.” She grinned weakly. “But I love you. Always you, Duggan.”

“After all I’ve done to you, Ellie?”

“I’m not a fool, Duggan. I will be milking this for all it’s worth.” Her eyes fluttered heavily.

“You’re tired. Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake.” His voice was the last thing she heard as she fell asleep.

When she woke next, it was to see Duggan lying next to her, whispering to someone else in the room.

It was Jonathan, the lying traitorous sneak. For some reason she was irrationally irritated with him. Then she remembered. He had fetched Duggan against her wishes that night.

“Ellie. There’s someone here to see you.”

“Don’t let it be Jonathan, Duggan. I’ve seen enough of him. I’m sick of being baby-sat and him reporting everything back to you.”

Jonathan approached the bed on the other side of her. “Come on, Ellie. Don’t be mad.”

“Go to hell.”

Jonathan trailed a finger down her arm, she smacked his hand away.

“I just wanted you safe, Ellie. I wanted to keep you safe. That’s all.”

“I’m not a paper doll.” She glared at the two of them. “I may not have the strength of a werewolf but I need some freedom.”

“I know,” Duggan said calmly. He was obviously the more intelligent of the two brothers. She glared at both of them testily.

“And I’ll spend time with Jonathan if I wish. Not because you command it.”

“I know.” Duggan kissed her fingers, one by one.

“You didn’t mind spending time with me, Ellie,” Jonathan reminded her.

“That’s not the point. The point is, I spend time with you if I wish, not because your alpha commanded it.”

“Sure.” They agreed too easily.

“I mean it.”

“Yup. I agree. You’re not a paper doll, you’re a strong, intelligent human. I get it. As soon as you admit I’m the master. You too, Duggan. Who teaches the best blowjobs this side of the mountains? Hmmm. Only Duggan can answer this one correctly. Come on, Ellie. Who’s the master?”

“Bater.”

“That is so immature, Ellie.”

“I’ll concede, Jonathan. You are the best blowjob teacher this side of the mountains. I appreciate you giving Ellie her lessons,” Duggan said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes at them. “I’m simply an apt pupil.”

When Ellie awoke next, it was to find Duggan running her a bath. He carried her in and slid her already naked body into the water. He washed her gently, as if she were a porcelain doll that might break. He dried her just as slowly and then lotioned her body.

And then he spoon-fed her some soup. Ellie loved every minute of the pampering.

But the next day, Duggan had to work. He simply could not take off any longer. The sun had risen and Ellie was lying there, thinking about getting up. Instead, her bedroom door opened.

Jonathan entered with a tray of toast and juice.

Ellie sat up in bed, the sheet tucked underneath her arms.

Jonathan fed her the same way Duggan had yesterday, as if she was helpless.

“Why are you feeding me? I can reach my own toast.”

“Strict instruction from your mate. I must feed you today, bathe you, dress you, take you downstairs, read to you if you wish it and when you get tired, carry you back upstairs for your nap.”

“Jonathan, I’m not an invalid.”

“Take it up with Duggan, Ellie. I’m just following instructions.”

She pushed the plate of toast away and Jonathan set the tray cheerfully on the nightstand.

“Ready for your bath?”

He rose and started the water. And then he was back, lifting her from the bed.

“I really can bathe myself. Promise.”

“No, no. You’re sick. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”

Ellie relaxed and let him. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked. And hell, she was getting spoiled with all this pampering.

And then she got an idea while Jonathan was washing her so impersonally. She hung one leg out of the tub and raised her hips above the water so he could wash her.

She saw his throat as he gulped, the movement moving his Adam’s apple up and down.

He soaped her slowly, spreading her lips delicately and washing her labia.

Then he pulled the plug and grabbed the towel, his movements rough and jerky. That didn’t exactly work out as planned.

He dressed her and carried her downstairs to sit in the library. He’d forgotten to lotion her as Duggan always did but Ellie was willing not to mention it. Yet.

“Would you like me to read to you?”

“Sure.”

“What would you like?” He waved his hand at the huge expanse of books and Ellie glanced at the section marked as erotic. There was no romance, being typical guys, but she was grateful for the erotica.

“This will do.”

There was panic on Jonathan’s face but true to his word, he read. He didn’t skim over the parts that should have made him blush either. Ellie was impressed, no doubt about it.

He read until his voice grew raspy and the bulge grew inside his pants. Ellie took pity on him. Sort of.

“I’m tired now, Jonathan.”

He snapped the book shut gratefully and returned to her. He lifted her from the chair and headed back upstairs.

Ellie cuddled against his warmth and when she spoke it was to blow her hot, sweet breath against his neck.

“You forgot to lotion me. Humans get very dry.”

She noticed his footsteps falter and smiled against his throat. She yawned, shifting delicately. It pressed her breasts against him.

Her nipples were hard as pebbles.

“Will you lotion me, Jonathan?”

“Yes.” His one word reply sounded strangled.

Ellie got back on her bed and stretched out on her stomach for Jonathan to lotion her body. She stripped off her nightgown herself and spread her legs, eager to spur him on.

She felt his hands, gentle and soothing as they creamed her body. This is fun, Ellie thought. I like being a seductress. In fact, it is probably the most fun I’ve ever had.

Unfortunately, Ellie’s sickness took more of a toll than she’d thought. Because that was the last thing she’d remembered.

Jonathan was aware when Ellie’s breathing grew deep and even. He continued his massage, gentle now. He turned her over onto her back, gently so as not to wake her. She didn’t wake and he smiled. She was exhausted.

Duggan arrived home. He stood at the bedroom doorway for a moment and then entered the room.

Jonathan was sitting between Ellie’s legs, lotioning a slender thigh. Every now and then, he’d gently spread them apart for glimpses of her cunt.

Duggan enjoyed the view also. “How is she?” he whispered.

“She’s as horny as hell,” Jonathan said with a smile. “She had me read erotic novels to her and then gently reminded me that she must be lotioned daily or her poor, dry, human skin will flake off. She’ll jump you tonight.”

“No, she’ll sleep tonight. She’s sick. She needs all her strength.”

Duggan continued to watch his brother’s hands lotion Ellie’s body. After her thighs, Jonathan moved up to her arms before getting her torso.

His hands lingered, slow and gentle over her breasts. Her nipples hardened in her sleep. He slowly spread lotion down her rib cage.

Duggan was getting hard. Who would have thought watching his mate be worshipped would be such a turn-on? It was like the other day, on the front porch.

Jonathan had moved to her hips. The lotion was nearly gone from his hands now.

“That’s it then.”

“Not quite. See if she’s wet.”

Jonathan spread her labia and dipped his finger inside. She was slick in her sleep. He took some wetness and spread it up over her slit, ending with swirling some around her clitoris.

“Redheads are beautiful, aren’t they?” he asked Duggan.

“I think only she is.”

Both men watched her delicate little clit as it glistened, swelling with the juice Jonathan just spread on her. It was pink deep inside, creamy white everywhere else.

“Do I finish her? I want to suck her so badly.”

“No, we’ll let her sleep. She needs to regain her strength. However, I’ll be going to the shower to jack off,” Duggan said as he headed to the bathroom.

Jonathan smiled. “I’ll meet you downstairs for dinner after I shower too.”

Duggan laughed and then quickly stripped and got into the hot spray.

Jonathan looked at the sleeping Ellie and his murky green eyes deepened. He wanted to lick that tiny little pearl that glistened before him. He wanted to pull on it tenderly with his lips, suck it until she begged for release.

He rose and headed to his own shower before he gave in to his desires. But he took his heavy cock in his hand on the way down the hallway, because he just couldn’t wait.

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