I shrugged. “Oh, you know. About as well as can be expected, seeing as how I’m about to leave the only home I’ve ever known.”
He nodded, clearly resigned to what he considered an inevitable loss. Trying to induce a frenzy in Declan was more likely to lead to a lecture on personal responsibility than rabid fucking. I’d have to pray one of the others would be more amenable.
I headed towards the sounds of combat, plopping myself down on the couch between Shane and Lucas, both of whom were fully engrossed in their game.
“Hey, guys,” I said.
Shane grunted. Lucas mumbled a quiet hello, his elbow jabbing my arm as he frantically tapped the controller. Glancing back to make sure Declan was still in the kitchen, I let my thighs splay ever so slightly on the couch.
A few minutes passed with no response from the twins.
Then Lucas sniffed the air, followed closely by Shane.
I pretended to be oblivious to their interest, focusing instead on the game. Lucas adjusted the front of his pajama pants that were starting to look a little small for what he had going on in there.
My plan was working.
Pulling one leg to my chest, I let my dress ride up, exposing even more of my pussy to the air. A deep rumble sounded in Shane’s throat. I leaned my head on my twin’s shoulder. Lucas glanced down at my legs and licked his lips. They were both looking pretty excited in the crotch area.
But it was Declan who attacked first.
Apparently, all that pent-up tension had been waiting for a reason to explode. He was on me in a flash. I yelped as he forced my knees apart and buried his face between my legs.
“Fuck, man. I want a taste.” Shane’s eyes glowed yellow. He tried to shove Declan out of the way, only to be met with a snarl.
Declan’s tongue was relentless. I stared down at him, my jaw slack and my body trembling, my clit pulsing beneath the attention of his skilled mouth. No one had ever touched me there before, let alone eaten me out. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.
Lucas knew he wasn’t getting anywhere near my pussy while Declan was busy devouring it. He settled for tearing the front of my dress open and latching onto my nipple. Shane joined him, the two of them feasting on my breasts with warm, wet tongues, their erections straining in their pajama pants. I reached down to massage their cocks through the fabric, one in each hand, my own head thrown back as I rode wave after wave of pleasure from every angle—
The door crashed open, and in strode a very angry Rex, his amber eyes blazing.
With a vicious roar, he tore his sons off me, growling at Shane and Lucas as they scrambled to take Declan’s place between my legs.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Rex barked. I shrank back against the couch. He shoved Declan up against a wall, his teeth bared. “You know how important tomorrow’s exchange is. She’s practically your sister, for Christ’s sake.”
“She smells so good,” said Declan. He blinked rapidly, his eyes losing some of their desperation. “I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t stop...I’m sorry, father.”
Lucas took advantage of his father’s distracted state, inching closer to me on the couch. Shane pulled at my dress, trying to get at the dripping cleft between my thighs. Rex lunged for him, pushing him to the floor, only to have to release him to drag Lucas off me. Th
e brothers snapped at their father, then at each other, fangs bared and growing longer.
They looked ready to tear each other apart.
“Taryn,” my Pack Master shouted, “get the fuck out of here.”
“Rex, I—”
“GET OUT! Run as far as you can. Or we’ll be burying at least one of your brothers in the morning. GO!”
I scrambled off the couch and out of the house, away from the awful riot of shouts and snarls. Abandoning my dress, I let my pounding heart and the wolf blood in my veins take hold—dropping to all-fours, my limbs strengthening, spine elongating, pores sprouting fur.
The night burst into focus around me as my sensitivity to smells increased and my hearing sharpened. My claws scraped the Earth. I pushed on through the trees, past the rock where Rex’s sons and I used to sunbathe, past the sycamore where I fell three summers ago and sprained my ankle. I knew every inch of these woods, every rock and stream, every oak. To leave this place would be like forsaking a part of myself, rending me in two.
It would kill me.
Exhausted, I came to a halt in the small wildflower meadow where I once nursed from my mother as a young pup. This was her favorite spot to hunt deer and rabbit. Panting, I threw myself down onto the wet grass. The night smelled of grass and violets, soil and dew. Gazing up at the night sky, I made the shift back to human. Running on two legs pales in comparison to running on all-fours, but there’s nothing quite like feeling the night on your bare skin.
I smelled my Pack Master before I saw him, bounding light as air into the clearing, his coat thick and shiny beneath the moon. Resolved, I stood to meet him. He began to shift, rising on two legs as he approached from the edge of the field.