Adrian held on to her head and murmured his approval with guttural sounds of pleasure.

  Sucking first Duncan and then Adrian gave her a chance to compare the two men. Duncan’s cock was thicker, Adrian’s longer, both men tasting as different as they looked, but both like a night of delicious, dark sin. She reveled in her power over them, her control as she held them captive in her mouth and took them to ultimate release. Just as she did now with Adrian, taking him higher and higher, his balls tightening as she held them in her hand while she inched his cock into her mouth, sucking him deeper and deeper. She squeezed the sac gently, swallowing and humming while she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat.

  “Fuck, Harlee!” he cried, then pumped vigorously, tightening his hold on her while he ejaculated down her throat. She shuddered, swallowing his cum while she ground her pussy against Duncan’s mouth, concentrating on the movements of his tongue and controlling her own pleasure until she came in a crescendo of cries and collapsed. Rolling off him, she fought for breath and strength, certain she couldn’t take anymore tonight.

  And still, she was completely human. Nothing monumental had happened…well, other than two rocking orgasms and the sweet taste of the two men she cared most about. She rolled over onto her back and stared out at the stars, realizing the snow had stopped, then looked around to find Duncan on one side of her, his legs dangling in the water, and Adrian on the other side. She smiled at both of them.

  “I’ve had enough of the hot tub,” Adrian said. “Let’s go inside where we can stretch out a little.”

  She nodded and grabbed her robe, following them in. Adrian hit the button to shut the roof, shutting out the brilliant stars above and the night that had grown so chilled she had begun to shiver despite the heat the men had generated within her.

  * * *

  Adrian held the door while Duncan and Harlee walked in, then shut it behind them and headed into the living room to set the bottles of wine down on the table next to the fireplace. He glanced at the clock, surprised to realize they’d been at it for over two hours already. It was uncharacteristic of him to take this long with sex, yet for some reason it had become important not to rush this tonight. Instinct told him that a threesome wasn’t something Harlee was accustomed to, nor was this really something she wanted to do, even though she had slept with both of them already. He didn’t want to make this a fast fuckfest that didn’t mean anything.

  It might be a requirement that he and Duncan take her in order to bring out the lupine and vampire within her, but that didn’t mean it had to be a quick, down and dirty event. And he knew Duncan felt the same way. They had to make it good for Harlee. Hell, he’d been in a ménage before, more than once. Typically he got his pleasure any way he could, using the woman in many different ways, disregarding her needs entirely.

  It wasn’t going to be that way tonight. Tonight was about Harlee, about her pleasure, and he’d make damn certain it was good for her. More than good.

  Why he cared about that he didn’t know and really didn’t care to analyze.

  “Hungry?” Duncan asked.

  Harlee nodded.

  “I could go for a bite,” Adrian added.

  “You can always go for a bite,” Duncan quipped.

  Harlee snorted and slipped onto the thick rug in front of the fireplace, appearing completely relaxed now. Good. That’s the way he wanted her. He sat down next to her and poured a glass of wine, handing it to her. She accepted it and took a sip, then leaned in to press her lips to his.

  God, she tasted sweet. Of wine and something he’d never tasted before. Something he couldn’t name. New? Was that what it was? She was new, poised on the verge of discovering who and what she was, and he tasted that on her? Whatever it was, he liked the taste and licked it off her lips, then slid his tongue inside to gently sip a little more of it.

  Duncan came back with a plate of cheese and fruit, lifting a slice of cantaloupe from the plate and holding it out for Harlee. She bit into it and the juice ran down her chin, neck and between her breasts. Adrian followed the trail with his tongue, leaning in to capture her nipple in his mouth. She leaned back on her elbows and let Duncan feed her mouth while Adrian fed on her breasts.

  It worked well for him, since all he was hungry for was her.

  And he liked watching the movements of her mouth. It made his dick hard. He liked the way she sank her teeth into the slice of cheese, enjoyed the way her cheeks puffed in and out while she chewed, liked watching the undulation of her throat muscles while she swallowed a drink of wine.

  She was a goddess, her body flushed with heat and arousal, tempting both of them into erections that pulsed with need, the scent of animal passions filling the air around them.

  “Harlee.”

  She looked up, innocence mixed with elemental seductress. “Yes.”

  “I’m ready.”

  Harlee inhaled, the scent of him filling the air. “I know.”

  “I’m going to fill every hole you have tonight. Do you know that?”

  Her breasts ached from where he had kissed them earlier. “Yes.”

  Adrian leaned in and kissed her, his tongue touching hers so gently she whimpered. He pulled back, and Duncan took her mouth, licking at her tongue with an urgency that made her groan.

  “Harlee,” Duncan said, his voice rough with need.

  “Yes, Duncan.”

  “I need to fuck you, darlin’.”

  She reached for his face, her palm caressing the rough stubble of beard along his jawline. “I know.”

  “Suck my cock, Harlee. I ache for ya.”

  Adrian positioned her on all fours and got behind her, and Duncan sat and spread his legs. She bent down on her elbows and nuzzled Duncan’s crotch, loving the crisp, musky scent of him. She licked the length of his thick cock while Adrian positioned himself behind her, grasping her hips and rubbing his cock head against her slit. Sparks of intense pleasure shot deep into her womb as he teased her clit with the soft head of his cock. When he parted her folds and eased his shaft inside her, she took Duncan’s cock in her mouth and sucked.

  Arousal deepened as Adrian nestled closer to her backside, his strokes still gentle while she was sucking on Duncan’s cock.

  “She’s amazing, isn’t she, Duncan?” Adrian asked, pulling back and thrusting again.

  “Aye, that she is.” Duncan rimmed the bottom of her lip with his thumb. “Such a hot little mouth.”

  “Such a hot pussy too,” Adrian said.

  Tiny quakes pulsed inside her, electrifying her with shocks of need, she moaned against Duncan’s cock, and he popped it out of her mouth and lifted her chin to meet his gaze. “It’s time, darlin’. I can feel it burnin’ inside me.”

  She had no idea what he was talking about, but she felt a burning inside herself too. A burning need for completion, for something she didn’t understand.

  Whatever it was, it was different than what she’d felt before, and it was urgent.

  Adrian withdrew and she whimpered, turning around to search for his cock, needing him inside her.

  “Soon, baby,” he reassured her. “Relax while we get in position.”

  She didn’t want to relax. She needed fucked and she needed it now. She was on fire. Something wasn’t right. “I’m hurting, Adrian.”

  “I know.” He caressed her back, holding onto her while Duncan stretched out underneath her. “Climb onto Duncan. Get your pussy onto his cock, baby.”

  Need ran rampant through her, and she hurriedly straddled Duncan’s hips, sliding over his distended cock and impaling herself on it. She screamed as he entered her, painful pleasure making her tilt her head back and howl like an animal.

  Oh, God, whose voice was that? So guttural, so unlike her own.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby,” Duncan urged. “Ride me, let it out!”

  She did, rocking against him, scratching him, growling at him as if he were responsible for the pain tearing through her. She felt savage, unable to control herself. She raked at his chest, drawing blood as her nails tore through his skin. But he only smiled at her, his grin feral and filled with lust, his eyes glowing an eerie color.

  “Bruthainn, allaidh faoilleach,” he mumbled. She didn’t understand the words, but she felt them touch her, deep inside her, like an explosion of fire bursting within her. “Hot,” he whispered, digging his claws into her hips and thrusting into her. “Wild wolf. Fuck me, Harlee! Fuck me like the wolf you are,” he commanded.

  Yes, that’s what it was. There was a wolf within her trying to get out. She had to let it out. It hurt. It hurt bad. Her blood burned and she was on fire.

  Then Adrian climbed on behind her. He was touching her, kissing her back, her shoulder, her neck, rubbing her ass, rubbing something cold against her ass. She tried to buck him off, push him away, but he was too strong. She growled at him, tried to bite him, but he was too strong.

  Then he spread her ass cheeks, still probing with something cold and sticky wet, something slick. He slid his finger there, inside her, inside her ass.

  “Adrian, no,” she said, growling at him.

  “Yes, Harlee,” he said, biting down on her shoulder.

  Oh, God, she liked that. Liked him biting her. She felt the first tremors of orgasm and rocked against Duncan’s cock, her juices spilling over his balls, felt him thrust against her and growl.

  Adrian penetrated her ass with his finger, pushing past the tight muscle there. It burned. It felt good. Oh so good.

  “I like it nasty. It burns. But I like it.”

  “I know you do, baby. You’re a nasty little girl,” Adrian said.

  She felt like she was in a haze, that it wasn’t even her talking, that the person inside her wasn’t her anymore. But she liked this new person. Bold and free, wicked and wild, open to naughty and nasty things. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to fuck both of them.

  “I want you in my ass, Adrian. Now!”

  “Yeah, baby. I’m going to fuck that ass now. Bend forward.”

  She leaned over, far over, growling at Duncan as Adrian spread the cheeks of her buttocks apart. She bit Duncan’s lip and he hissed at her, his eyes glowing hot red. She loved him like that, fucking his cock deep into her pussy and making her come hard. She was shaking so hard she couldn’t see straight, and Adrian was probing with his cock head, searching that tight spot, pushing past the barrier.

  She knew it was going to hurt, wanted it to hurt.

  “Relax, Harlee, push back against me.”

  She did then cried out as he eased past the barrier and sheathed his cock in her ass.

  She screamed and he was in her, pumping her, fucking her ass. God, it burned. She was on fire, her blood incinerating, her heart pumping so hard she knew she was going to explode.

  A loud scream rent the air around them and she knew it was hers, a wailing cry she could not stop, nor could she stop the slamming orgasm that careened through her body. She was filled, utterly filled and transformed, no longer human, every organ and every part of her something new.

  And these two men were part of her now, pumping her with their blood, their cum, their energy. Adrian leaned over her, driving his cock deep, filling her, tearing at her tight tissues as he drove harder, impaling her onto Duncan’s shaft until she became one with them.

  She was transformed now.

  “I’m coming! Oh, God, I’m coming!” Again her climax crashed through her and she couldn’t prevent it from taking control of her again. Her muscles squeezed pleasure from her, so exquisite it was painful. She bucked forward and back, and she didn’t want to stop the sensations, only wanted to die from the pleasure of it as long as it kept on. And it did, until Adrian pulled out and away from her, releasing some of the intensity and she could breathe again. She collapsed against Duncan, feeling the rapid thrumming of his heart hammering against her palms, and didn’t want to move.

  But Adrian lifted her, despite her protests, carrying her upstairs and into the bathroom. He propped her up against the shower and turned it on, stepping in there with her and washing her body. She was too tired to move, just let him do everything, watching him soap her, rinse her, wash away the evidence of the men who had loved her, who had changed her.

  “I really am different,” she said, wonder invigorating her, inspiring her. Part of her had not believed it to be true.

  “Yeah, you are. But we still don’t know what part of you is dominant. That didn’t come out yet.”

  She tilted her head. “So what does that mean?”

  He shrugged. “Nothing.” Reaching behind him, he shut the water off. “You’re tired, let’s get you dried off and into bed.”

  After she dried off, she walked into the bedroom. Duncan was there, freshly showered, no doubt from one of the other bathrooms. She looked to both men, realizing what she had to do.

  “No, Harlee. You need to rest,” Adrian warned.

  “I have to know. We’ll make it quick.”

  Duncan laughed. “As if that were possible.”

  “Make it hard. We can do this.”

  “No,” Adrian insisted, but his cock was already lengthening.

  She glared at him, at his shaft. “You want me again.”

  “Darlin’, you’ll be sore,” Duncan said.

  “Bullshit.” She stepped to the oversized bed and threw back the cover, sliding underneath the cool sheets. “Fuck me. Both of you.”

  THIRTEEN

  She really did want to know. And God help her, her pussy pulsed with the need to feel them inside her again.

  Shaking his head, Adrian slid in next to her on one side. She felt the weight of Duncan on her other side. She shivered and pressed her mouth to Adrian’s lips, wrapping her hand around his cock, stroking his length, then reached for Duncan’s, touching his thickness. She grew wet again as they hardened fully under her touch. Needing to see them both while she touched them, she shifted to her knees so she could watch their shafts as she stroked them with her hands.

  She leaned in and captured Duncan’s cock in her mouth, teasing the dark purple head with her tongue. Salty. She licked the pearly liquid off the tip, then turned to Adrian, swirling her tongue over the head and sucking his essence into her mouth, swallowing the dark flavor before moving back to Duncan and straddling him.

  Placing her palms on his chest, she slid down the length of him, burying his cock in her pussy, keeping her eyes trained on Adrian as she rode Duncan hard. Adrian’s nostrils flared as he watched her lifting up and down on Duncan’s shaft. She leaned over and stroked Adrian, wondering what he was thinking. Did he enjoy watching Duncan’s shaft disappearing into her cunt?

  “Fuck him, baby,” Adrian urged. “Feel it. Let it out.”

  Maybe Adrian was as turned on by all this as she was. She turned to Duncan then, watched his eyes glow, his face change, the hair thicken on his chest. The blood churned in her veins and she felt that strange power grow within her again. This time she concentrated on it, focused her energies within herself to try and draw it out. Pain centered in her bones, but along with the pain came a strength, a power she hadn’t felt before. She felt stronger, more in control of it than before.

  “That’s it, darlin’,” Duncan growled, his face changing shape, elongating, the angles sharpening. “Give it to me.” His cock thickened inside her, stretching her inner walls until her juices poured onto his balls. She leaned back and howled as the bones in her fingers cracked, her nails turned into claws and she raked them along Duncan’s thighs.

  She’d never felt such power before and rocked against the thick cock inside her, feeling the orgasm approach like an oncoming wave. When it crashed, she screamed and held on, digging her claws into Duncan’s chest, falling forward to bite at his mouth. He met her eagerly, growling into her open mouth, licking at her now-longer tongue. She was part human, part wolf now, her strength doubled, her orgasm incredible as wave after wave crashed over her.

  She panted through the aftereffects of the amazing experience, her body moving back to fully human as quickly as she’d changed. Adrian pulled her off Duncan and threw her face down onto a pillow in the center of the bed, parted her legs and entered her from behind.

  Wet and ready for him, she lifted her buttocks and met his thrust eagerly, her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm when he buried his cock inside her.

  “Christ, you’re so fucking wet.”

  He didn’t even care that Duncan’s cum was in her. She loved that about him, there were no recriminations about tonight, he said nothing about the fact that she’d just shifted into partial werewolf form. He wanted her, needed her, seemed desperate to have her.

  “I need you, Adrian. I need you to fuck me. Hard.”

  “I know, baby.” He shifted then plunged hard against her, his balls slapping her clit. Shards of exquisite pleasure quivered inside her, bringing her close to the brink yet again. She turned her head and saw that Duncan had left, but she couldn’t think about where he’d gone. She curled her fingers into her palms and arched her back, raising her buttocks to give Adrian more of her.

  “Harder, Adrian.”

  He thrust, with more force, at the same time swatting her buttocks with his palm. The sting made her flinch, but she raised her ass higher.

  “More.”

  “You like to be spanked, don’t you, Harlee?”

  “Yes,” she moaned, crying out when he swatted her again.

  “Your cunt gets wetter when I spank you, Harlee. Did you know that?”

  “More,” she said, ignoring his question. She just needed to be fucked. Her blood burned. She was on fire again, needing something, a nameless, faceless force driving her on. She wanted pain. She was in pain, and nothing made sense other than what he gave her.

  He smacked her again, harder this time. The sting helped and when he pulled back and pistoned his cock in deeper, she tilted her head back and screamed. Still, it wasn’t enough.