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  Werewolf Castle 1

  Two Wolves and a Candy Seller

  When human Damask Lambert starts work in the candy store at Werewolf Castle, wolves Grigori Tasev and Jairus Petrov decide she’s the woman for them. But she’s only there for the summer, and Jairus is constantly away from the castle on business for his Alpha. Finding time to get to know each other isn’t easy.

  Apart from the whole she’s human, they’re werewolf shape-shifters thing, is the fact that they’re both Doms in the BDSM scene. Their first night in the dungeon is a success, but what will happen next?

  Damask’s parents have kept her very sheltered and protected. How will she deal with the concept of a ménage, and what will happen at the end of the summer? Can they find a way to have her stay with them, and keep Jairus at home long enough for them to build a life together?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 35,588 words

  TWO WOLVES AND A CANDY SELLER

  Werewolf Castle 1

  Cara Adams

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

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  TWO WOLVES AND A CANDY SELLER

  Copyright © 2013 by Cara Adams

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  About the Author

  TWO WOLVES AND A CANDY SELLER

  Werewolf Castle 1

  CARA ADAMS

  Copyright © 2013

  Prologue

  Somewhere in the south of Europe, where the summers are hot and the winters are mild, is a large castle nestled against tall mountains. The mountains are wild and untamed. And so are the werewolves who live in them, including the ones in Werewolf Castle, where the dungeons are the setting for intense scenes of BDSM punishment, love, and orgasms. And the partnerships are always in threes. Two werewolf men and one human woman.

  Chapter One

  Jairus Petrov drove his filthy dirty car into the outer court of Werewolf Castle, parking in a “Staff Only” space against the castle wall. Tiredly he climbed out from behind the steering wheel and stretched, lifting his arms high above his head and stretching to his full height of a fraction under six feet, then arching his back and putting his arms behind him. It was a damn long drive from Vienna to here, but having the car was essential when he was out and about on pack business.

  At least he had some good news to tell his Alpha from this trip. He hauled his luggage out of the trunk of the car and beeped it locked, shaking his light brown hair in dismay at the dirt and mud coating his car halfway up the doors. Washing his car would be just one more job to do, along with laundering almost every item of clothing in his suitcase. Those back roads he’d traveled on had really done a number on the car.

  He crossed the outer court, noticing that the visitor’s parking lot seemed to be well filled. Jairus walked through the barbican, waving at the young man who was sitting at the customer service window, then scanned his staff ID card so the automatic gates would let him pass through the gatehouse and into the inner courtyard.

  Even though the pack had lived here for hundreds of years, the need to enter the economy had caused them a lot of angst. Life had changed enormously in the last hundred years. His grandfather had told stories of when most things the pack wanted or needed were provided by themselves. They grew their own food, raised chickens and cattle for meat, fished in the lake that fed the castle moat, and made their own clothing and furniture. Electricity coming to the mountains had changed that lifestyle forever.

  At first the oldest pack members had resisted the change, then they’d bought a generator for the kitchens and dining hall, and finally they’d had to accept the need to electrify the entire castle. The gold, jewels, and paintings the wolves had accumulated over the years could have been sold, but it was much better for the people to start earning proper incomes. Which meant becoming much more visible in the community and active across the wider state, country, and eventually, the entire continent.

  Jairus avoided entering the great hall, the chambers which the tourists saw, turning down a hallway and swiping his ID card over a heavy wooden door marked “Staff Only.” That was another change some of the older people hadn’t enjoyed, allowing some parts of the castle to become public access and keeping themselves to the east wing when the castle was open. Although guests were told the east wing was waiting for the funds to be refurbished and enquirers were even shown a locked box on the chapel wall where they could donate to castle renovations, the east wing was, in fact, very comfortable and where the pack had their own apartments and shared living rooms.

  Any money donated was, however, used str
ictly for renovations. At the moment it was repairing the chapel’s wooden roof.

  Jairus picked his suitcase up and climbed the old stone stairs to the third floor where his apartment was. Even here, behind the security of two locked doors, he had to swipe his card again to enter his own private apartment. No one could enter anyone else’s personal space uninvited.

  He dumped his suitcase on the end of his bed and undressed, leaving all his clothing there too, then headed into his bathroom for a long, hot shower. He was toweling his hair dry when his cell phone beeped. Jairus expected it to be the Alpha, summoning him to report about his trip, but it was his good friend Grigori Tasev.

  Another change over the past hundred or so years had been the gradual decline in the number of female werewolves born. For almost three generations now, far more males than females had been born, leaving the pack in danger of disappearing. Twenty years ago the previous Alpha had made cautious enquiries and discovered many other packs were in the same situation. The problem wasn’t unique to them.

  One of the first changes their current Alpha had made was to decree that all male werewolves were to mate with a human woman. Once the young men began traveling Europe on pack business, and studying in universities all around Europe, it became much easier for them to fall in love with human women. But Jairus’s job took him away for long periods where he couldn’t mix freely with people. His job was to be invisible, to listen and learn what the pack wanted to know. So he not only failed to form a relationship with a woman, he was unlikely to even meet a human woman who was interested in a werewolf shape-shifter.

  There was one other little detail as well. Two male wolves shared the one human female, and only a certain type of woman was strong enough to accept so intense a relationship.

  Fortunately Grigori had promised to keep searching for a woman they could share, and now that more people were working at the castle and visiting it, Ms. Right might even come to them.

  Jairus snatched his beeping cell phone and hit speaker.

  “Did you walk past the candy store?” asked Grigori.

  “Huh? What?” Technically he supposed he had. He’d had to pass all the village traders to enter the castle proper. But it wasn’t like he was looking in there for a sugar hit or anything.

  “Damask Lambert. Red hair, fair skin, freckles on her nose, hazel eyes, the most mouthwatering figure you could imagine, and my guess would be the passion that matches the hair. We need to meet her properly.”

  Jairus threw the towel onto the bed with his cell phone and unzipped his suitcase, looking for some clean underwear and socks. He was almost certain he still had one clean set left. “The description sounds very enticing. I expect to meet with the Alpha pretty soon and I’ll come down into the courtyard after that.”

  “I’ll be waiting for you there. Did you bring me back anything from Austria?”

  Jairus laughed. “I did. There’s genuine Austrian mud and dirt on my car.”

  “Not what I had in mind. If we take Damask anywhere on a date we’ll use my car.” Grigori clicked off the call and Jairus laughed, turning to his closet for some clean jeans and a tidy shirt ready to report to the Alpha. He couldn’t help smiling at the thought that maybe Grigori had found them a mate at last. And a redhead. He’d always been fond of redheads.

  * * * *

  Grigori wandered out from the castle itself into the inner courtyard. He loved all the noise and excitement of summer, with tourists everywhere filling the building, all on their vacations and having fun. But he liked winter better, when only the pack was in the castle during the week, and he didn’t have to smile at people if he didn’t feel like it.

  He’d traveled with Jairus a couple of times, when Jairus had been sent by the Alpha to find out information on some of the other werewolf packs. But his English wasn’t really good enough to eavesdrop on people’s conversations, and even in Germany, Austria, and Switzerland not everyone seemed to speak German in public. Not that his German was all that wonderful either. Jairus, however, understood a lot of what he heard, although the English-speakers in the castle insisted his friend massacred grammar and had an atrocious accent. Grigori thought likely it didn’t matter. Jairus was there mostly to listen, rather than to speak.

  His own job was much more boring than Jairus’s. Whereas Jairus traveled Europe, seeking information to help guide the pack in its decision-making, Grigori sat at his computer upgrading the castle website and Facebook pages, tweeting about happenings at the castle, and answering questions and comments. Today he’d spent a pleasurable hour trolling through medieval menus and forwarded his findings to the head chef, a man determined to keep the castle offerings as close as possible to the time period but still edible to people with modern palates.

  In those days people didn’t like to eat their vegetables raw, and a lot of meals were basically a thick soup into which grains and vegetables were thrown, as well as anything else available including berries and nuts. Grigori was pretty sure if the chef served vegetable and berry soup, today’s guests wouldn’t even taste it. “Werewolf Stew” on the other hand was a hot seller with the tourists, and was always on the menu. The meat in it, however, was beef, not wolf.

  Grigori was very tempted to enter the candy store so he could gaze some more at the lovely Damask. But that seemed rather unfair now he’d mentioned her to Jairus. If she was to be theirs, they needed to approach her and woo her together, as was the way of their people nowadays. The pack was also very much a BDSM community. Not that every member practiced the lifestyle, but more that as a group, they had a lot of Doms and inside the pack people were open to scenes of Dominance and submission. The shortage of women, which the current Alpha’s policies were gradually addressing, also meant that being more open about their tastes for BDSM took some of the pressure off men hungering for their mate as well as the opportunity to practice BDSM.

  One of the castle dungeons only accessible from the east wing had been set up as a BDSM venue with a huge range of equipment and toys, guaranteed to turn punishment into exquisite pleasure. Grigori really hoped Damask would be interested in joining them, in the dungeon as well as the bedroom. Always assuming she was interested in joining them at all, of course.

  However, the mere fact she was working here spoke volumes for her heritage and interests. A lot of the workers were werewolves who lived in the castle. A small contingent were werewolves from another pack up in the mountains, who’d begun sending some of their young people here to gain some experience of the outside world before letting them loose in a larger city. An even smaller group was humans who lived and worked among the werewolves, perfectly content with the fact they were a different species. Since Damask was human, Grigori was eagerly looking forward to hearing her story, and finding out how she’d become connected to their community.

  It was hard to woo a woman first, and then tell her she’d been dating a couple of werewolves. If the woman knew all along about their species the wooing could be much more carefree, Grigori thought. And that made him happy. When he and Jairus had not met any woman who appealed to them on Grigori’s few trips for the Alpha, he’d been quite downhearted, wondering how they’d ever find a mate. Seeing Damask arrive to work in the candy store had filled him with hope and he was aching for Jairus to meet her before any other men had a chance to fall in love with her.

  Not that he was in love with her precisely. After all he didn’t know her yet. But she was beautiful and sweet and gentle, endlessly patient with the customers in the store and always smiling at everyone. She was either the world’s best saleswoman or else a truly lovely person, and he was willing to gamble on the latter.

  He sat on a bench enjoying the sunshine, watching the crowds milling about, and smiling at the children and adults entering the maze. Since the castle was opened to tourists, the hedge of the maze was neatly clipped to about seven feet high, to prevent people looking over the top and working out where they needed to go next. Everyone who lived here had learned the
pattern to follow to find their way to the center and get out again by the time they were in middle school. But to someone who’d never been before it was a lot of fun finding themselves in dead-ends or heading back to the beginning again.

  He had to hide a grin at some of the adults just past the entry, carefully drawing a map of which way they’d turned at each intersection. They’d never really get lost. The wolves on duty kept a strict headcount of how many people were in the maze at any one time, and there were a couple of tall ladders they could climb to find anyone who became distressed.

  Grigori closed his eyes and enjoyed being outside during the day instead of stuck at his desk. He wondered what news Jairus had to tell the Alpha this time. Was it time for them to “come out” as it were and join the werewolf association? To become part of the wider werewolf community? Or were they wiser to stay semihidden and keep their own counsel? He looked forward to having some long talks with his best friend about the options, and hearing all his news.

  But most of all Grigori thought about Damask. Would she agree to date them? What sort of activities would she enjoy doing? He knew which ones he wanted to do, but since they all included handcuffs, chains, ropes, and a bed, none of them were suitable for a first date. A first date needed to be something innocuous like a movie or going out to dinner. He liked the idea of a meal, since then they could all sit and talk. And maybe dancing afterward so he could hold her in his arms and perhaps even kiss her. Grigori rather thought anything more than a really nice kiss on a first date probably wasn’t going to happen.