Unleashing Seduction [Seducing Them 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 7

  The men wiggled around a little first, pulling out and getting settled, but soon they began an intensely carnal movement of withdrawing from her, waiting a heartbeat, and then pushing back in. She gripped Damien’s shoulders hard and thrust back onto Hunter’s cock in her ass, but that meant she wasn’t as connected to Damien, which wasn’t right.

  Damien lowered his hands to her hips, holding her still, and the men began fucking her a little faster, keeping in the same beat, making the tension in her body crank up higher and higher as she anticipated every inch they moved. Finally she could do nothing but rest her head on Damien’s chest as they pounded in and out of her, filling and emptying her body, stretching her unbearably wide, and then leaving her dramatically empty.

  It was, in truth, the most passionate, intense experience of her life.

  I will remember this forever. No sex could ever be this good. I’m going to miss Damien and Hunter every night for the rest of my life, but at least I’ll have these few days of amazing memories.

  Before she was fully prepared for it, the climax slammed up through her body, rolling through her cunt and shaking her to her bones.

  “Bite me, Jaz, go on bite me,” said Damien.

  She gripped his shoulder with her teeth and held a mouthful of his flesh as she shook in release. Then she did the same to Hunter. Hunter’s teeth came down on her neck, and she felt the sharp cut of his teeth and then blood on her neck. As it happened, and while Damien was biting her, a second orgasm slammed into her, shaking her even more, and her cunt and ass filled with the men’s seed.

  They’re right. It feels much better than a condom.

  That was her last thought as she shook with the most extreme climax she’d ever experienced, her mind graying out with pleasure as her body was held tightly between two wonderful men who she was going to miss like hell when she left.

  Maybe I can stay tonight as well and not leave until tomorrow morning.

  While she was in the shower, Damien went out to the truck and bought in her backpack, so she was able to dress in clean clothes. She only took a quick shower, reminding herself that this was the desert and water was a finite resource. Then, while each man took his turn in the shower, she took Phideaux outside, and they explored a little bit around the area, always keeping the house within eyesight though.

  * * * *

  Damien fried them all eggs and bacon for breakfast and then enjoyed the picture the three of them made, sitting around the table and talking and eating together. He and Hunter were now technically mated to Jaz, but it couldn’t take effect until she knew everything about them. That was the next step, finding ways to spend time with her so they could explain about Hunter’s family.

  “Do you think you could live in the desert, Jaz?” he asked, hoping that wasn’t too intrusive a question.

  “I like the desert. It’s incredibly beautiful, but I don’t know how I’d support myself and Phideaux. You have a house and a job. I don’t have anything like that.”

  “Would you like to stay with us a little bit longer? Some of the other families who live out in the desert might be able to tell you about other cemeteries or private graveyards. Damien had an idea yesterday about that, and we could ask around for you,” said Hunter.

  Damien was pleased that Hunter had credited the idea to him. It was his idea, but only Hunter could put it into practice. He wasn’t a werewolf, and the Alpha had no reason to speak to him.

  Jaz’s face came alive in a big vivacious grin. “I wouldn’t mind staying for a few more days. Likely I won’t hear back from Stacey until later today or even tomorrow anyway.”

  “Great. That’s wonderful that you’ll stay.” Damien heaved a sigh of relief he tried to hide. It was clear she wanted to be with them as much as they wanted to be with her. He and Hunter would have to work today, but they could still spend time talking to her and just hanging out with her as well.

  Damien drove this morning, and he began by showing her the compass. Using his fingers in the air, he showed her the positions of Towler, his home, Junctionville, and Burton. “The idea is to just head in the correct direction. Now from here to the store, Hunter and I’ve been driving it forever so we know exactly how to get there, but for you, the best system is to stick rigidly to the compass and, if you come across sandy soil or a patch of scrub or a pile of rocks, to deviate around them then get back on your compass heading.”

  “Why wouldn’t I just follow your tire tracks? I can see them easily here.” She pointed to what were indeed his tracks.

  “Because as soon as we get to rock they’ll disappear and you won’t know whether you’re too far north or too far south of the line you need to take.”

  “Oh.”

  “So tell Damien where he should be heading now,” ordered Hunter.

  Damien hid a grin. Hunter was using his Dom voice. He’d used it a couple of times last night as well. Damien predicted it wouldn’t be long before they were all playing a scene in the dungeon underneath the Wishram house. Maybe even tonight. His cock stretched and filled at the delightful thought of Jaz naked and chained up in the basement as he sucked her breasts and cunt while Hunter whipped her sexy-as-hell little ass.

  Oh yes, her ass. It was his turn to fuck that ass, and he couldn’t wait.

  Unfortunately he had to wait. They received the new gas gauge and fitted it into Jaz’s car, and before it arrived, they’d tested some more of Old Man Morgan’s machinery. He liked it maintained every year, which they were happy to do. It was an easy job, and they were able to do it between other work that came in.

  They saw Jaz and Phideaux wandering around the desert, although never going very far, and she sat with them while they ate lunch.

  She must have helped Ny with the cooking because later she came across to tell them supper would be ready in twenty minutes, which just gave him and Hunter time to lock the garage and wash up.

  He saw Hunter speaking quietly to Forest and wondered if he was asking about the dungeon, but apparently not because Hunter disappeared into Forest’s office. Oh yes. He’ll want to see if their Alpha has answered his question about the cemeteries.

  His second guess was right because when Hunter came back he was smiling.

  “Jaz, a friend has suggested another cemetery in the desert. Like the old Junctionville one, it’s a place where no one lives anymore. Would you like to come there with us? It’ll take about half a day to drive each way, so we’ll need to camp overnight.”

  “That’s fine. I’ve got my tent, and I’m carrying water and a few other things. I’m really excited we found one so soon.”

  “I’m glad, too. It’ll be a mini-vacation for Hunter and me. I think we ought to take Hunter’s truck though. Maybe we could pack what you and Phideaux need into it tonight though, so we can have an early start tomorrow.”

  He had a moment’s thought about bobcats, coyotes, and mountain lions but shrugged. Clearly if there was a cemetery there it was an area where people had lived at some stage, so likely not the kind of place those wild animals frequented. They liked to stay away from humans and would have developed different territories years ago.

  * * * *

  Hunter was quite hopeful after hearing back from his Alpha. He lived on the outskirts of Towler, within the town limits but still surrounded by desert. Originally the pack had ranged over almost an eighth of Nevada, but although the desert hadn’t moved, modern technology had made living elsewhere much more practicable, and most people preferred the easier life in a town or city. Plus there just weren’t all that many jobs in the desert. Damien himself was damn lucky he was able to work with Hunter instead of in Las Vegas or Reno.

  Wolfric told Hunter that the Supreme Alpha of North America had a team of people involved in a family genealogical project trying to learn whether or not werewolves had always birthed more males than females. The team was visiting all the packs, talking with the senior members to gather their memories of whether or not there’d been interspecies marriages or
ménage marriages over the years. Since wolves mating with humans brought the birth ratio back to half boys and half girls, that was their only solution for survival at present.

  As part of that, the Supreme Alpha had been happy to share information about previously unlisted werewolf graveyards in return for photographs or other data about the people buried there. It seemed that Jasmine’s project might tie in with the Supreme Alpha’s.

  Also, if the local werewolves sent the pictures and data to Jaz, then she could forward the information to the Cemetery Trust without leaving home a lot of the time. Sometimes no one would live anywhere near the old graveyards and someone would have to go visit them. However, mostly the local werewolf clans would be able to visit, take pictures of whatever Jaz needed to know, and whatever the Supreme Alpha wanted to know, and send them both the details.

  As far as Hunter could see, it might be problem solved. Jaz would keep her job and stay with them a lot of the time, and occasionally he and Damien would travel with her to wherever she needed to go. But only if Jaz was willing to stay with them and if she was happy about werewolves. So it was all coming together amazingly well, but it wasn’t by any means a done deal yet. He still had to tell her he was a wolf and that she’d be working with, and surrounded by, shape-shifters.

  He wasn’t sure how to do that. Maybe tomorrow as they camped out he could get talking and find out more about her feelings on the matter and work out how to open the conversation.

  Anyway, they’d be together again. That was the most important thing.

  Tonight they’d have to stay in their own rooms in the family home, but after that, they’d have two full days and a night together to talk and learn and visit and fuck. Hell yes. And fuck.

  * * * *

  They’d packed the truck the night before with their clothing and food and extra fuel and water, as well as the camping equipment. Jaz and Phideaux were ready to go by seven, but Ny insisted they all eat a hearty breakfast first.

  Jaz didn’t mind. Ny sure knew how to cook, and what’s more, he seemed to enjoy cooking. She knew a lot of professional chefs were men, but Ny was the first man she’d met personally who actually cooked because he enjoyed it, not just because he was hungry. She had to admit mostly she only cooked because she was hungry herself. But she was pleased to have spent time with him.

  “If this cemetery turns out to be suitable, along with the other one, I’ll make a profit this month. That’s really exciting, and it’s thanks to both of you,” she told Damien and Hunter as they drove down the highway.

  “The desert is a community. It stretches over a lot of miles, but many families have lived here for generations, and people know each other. Everyone always helps other people because no one ever knows when they might need some help themselves,” said Damien.

  “That’s logical. But I expect people also help just because they like to help as well. Helping because you might need help one day is okay, but it’s a bit selfish. I think a lot of people like to pay it forward.”

  “Yes, that’s quite likely. You know all about our families, but what about yours?” asked Damien.

  Hunter was once again driving, and she was sitting in the middle, with Phideaux stretched out along most of the backseat.

  “My parents divorced when I was twelve. It was reasonably amicable, I suppose. I mean they yelled at each other a lot, but there was no violence or one of them smashing things or stealing things or anything like that. I stayed with my mom for a while then with my dad, and then at eighteen, I moved into an apartment with a passel of other girls. I tried community college but didn’t really like it, so I got a job. The rest you know.”

  “You never thought of going back to college again later and retraining?” asked Hunter.

  She snorted. “Well, when you’ve never trained for anything you can’t really retrain, but no. I didn’t dislike school, but I didn’t have a dream of getting a degree or anything either. I’m not really the kind of person who likes to sit in an office from nine to five Monday to Friday. I like being outdoors and moving around, doing different things. Besides, Phideaux would be lonely in an apartment by himself all day.”

  Now it was Damien who snorted. “Phideaux would be lonely. Right.”

  The dog barked to let them know he knew that they were talking about him.

  She turned around and rubbed his head. “It’s okay, buddy. I’m here to look after you.”

  “If we can find some more cemeteries in this general area, would you be prepared to stay here with us for a while? A few months, say?” asked Hunter.

  She longed to yell, “yes, yes, yes,” but she couldn’t impose on them. It was like the very first night she’d stayed in the house when she’d been afraid it was rude to offer payment, but she didn’t want to seem just a greedy parasite. “I would like that, but are you sure Ny wouldn’t get tired of cooking for me, and you wouldn’t get sick of me staying in your house and using all your things?”

  “Hell no. We’d like you to stay, and for more than just a few nights. That big old house needs more people living in it,” said Damien.

  “Nothing is certain yet, but some people I’m in touch with might be able to point us in the direction of some other old graveyards. The desert is a place where people used to live and no longer do. Life in towns is much simpler and easier with air-conditioning, running water, and more jobs. I’m hopeful my friends can help us find enough abandoned cemeteries to keep you busy for a while,” said Hunter.

  “If you’re sure I won’t be a burden, I’d love to stay with you for a month or two.”

  Jaz sat back in her seat amazed. These two men were the most incredible, most wonderful people she’d ever known. They were stunning to look at, better eye candy than most of the celebrities she saw on television. Yet they were here, with her, and they wanted her to stay with them a little longer. Fuck yes, she wanted that. And more sex with them as well. She’d had the best sex of her life with two men who totally knew how to pleasure her to explosion and beyond.

  But even better than that, more important than eye candy and mind-blowing sex, was that she liked them as people. They were friendly and helpful, funny and sincere, entertaining and serious, and right now, she’d rather be sitting with them than anywhere else in the world.

  So, yes, even if this next cemetery wasn’t abandoned and didn’t earn her any money, she’d stay with them for a while. Until they got tired of her, which likely wouldn’t be all that long. She was very ordinary and quite boring really. Also she didn’t know any really sexy tricks, but maybe she could learn some. Maybe she could practice a little on them. That could be fun.

  * * * *

  The first two hours, they drove straight down the highway. Well, highway was likely not an accurate term, but it was a two-lane asphalt road, so what passed for a highway out here.

  Damien loved having his body pressed against Jaz’s delightful curves. She wasn’t all that big, but her breasts were perfect for his mouth to suck, and her hips were soft, not just harsh bones digging into his skin. Even though her arms and legs had clearly visible musculature, again they weren’t rock-hard like a man’s, but soft with an underlying firmness, and he really liked that. As far as he could tell, she was perfect in every way. Her mind was bright, and she faced the world with confidence, accepting what it gave her but turning the negatives into positives. Her ability to do that made her special in his eyes.

  He was just beginning to think they ought to be leaving the highway soon when Hunter slowed down a little. About a mile later, he turned off, following a track into the desert. Gravel had been laid on the track, not recently, but there was still enough to mean they didn’t need to slow down much yet. Once they started driving over the desert, especially here where neither he nor Hunter were familiar with the tracks, they’d have to travel much more slowly to watch out for potholes, half-buried rocks, and sand.

  He flicked a glance at Jaz, but she was perfectly relaxed in her seat between him and Hunter. He
was glad she wasn’t a nervous type of person. He would hate being stuck in a truck for two days with someone worried by every bump and rock.

  “Phideaux’s a good traveler,” said Hunter.

  Hell yes. He hadn’t even thought about how much he’d hate having a dog whining in his ear all day long. Or about how the dog had adjusted to being surrounded by werewolves. It was damn lucky Phideaux had accepted them all so readily. He was certain Jaz wouldn’t have been happy staying with them if Phideaux was unsettled.

  “We’ve been doing this for months now. He’s used to traveling, aren’t you, buddy?”

  “That’s right. You said four months now, didn’t you?” he asked.

  “We left just before Thanksgiving, and we’ve wandered around the back roads and in and out of small towns, which is why it’s taken me four months to travel two thousand miles.”

  “But that means you journeyed right through winter. How did you manage that?” asked Damien.

  “I’ve discovered that most small towns are a hell of a lot faster to plow their roads than the neighborhood where I used to live. It wasn’t often when we were stuck and had to wait very long before we could move on.”

  “I can’t imagine camping in the snow. I’m desert born and bred and prefer the heat,” said Hunter, shaking his head.

  “We did sleep in the car a few times, and once the people at the campground let us stay in a cabin because the lady was worried that the snow might last a few days. Which it did. But mostly we were fine.”

  Once again Damien was impressed by this woman. Instead of complaining about how difficult it must have been to stay warm and dry through winter, she remembered the people who’d helped her. Although he supposed with Phideaux’s body heat as well as hers, the inside of her car would have stayed relatively warm. Well, warm enough so they wouldn’t get frostbite anyway.