Shay's Shifters [Mountain Men of Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Her hair spread out as she leaned back and pushed off the bottom then swam toward the falling water. He shucked his boots and jeans, realizing that she thought an exit lay behind the liquid curtain and knowing that she was wrong.

  The moment she pushed her way to the small area behind the curtain, he waded into the pond then ducked underneath and breaststroked his way to her. She was sitting on the slender ledge that ran from one side of the fall to the other when he broke through the surface. Startled, she pulled her legs out of the water and hugged them to her chest.

  Drops slid down her face, over the material that was stuck to her breasts. Her taut nipples looked like hard points of delight, and, if she hadn’t drawn up her legs, he would’ve guessed that he could see her patch of curly dark hair pressed against the wet dress. She’d sleeked her hair away from her face, letting the moisture from it trickle around her shoulders.

  “Shay.”

  She gasped, then recovered and jutted out her chin. “You know me? I saw you with Rosh. It’s Walker, right?”

  He was encouraged that she knew his name. “Yeah. Walker Ramirez. I’m, uh, friends with Rosh and Renkon.”

  She scoffed. “It didn’t look like you and Rosh were friends.”

  He treaded water and kept his attention on her beautiful face. If he let it drop lower, he’d find it very hard to concentrate. “We have our moments.”

  “Why do you look familiar?” Her dark eyes zeroed in on him and her tone held a note of suspicion. “Have we met?”

  “Yes and no.”

  “What does that mean?”

  He laughed and grabbed hold of the ledge. “You were in and out of it while you were healing. Once or twice I thought you opened your eyes, but I wasn’t sure you saw me.”

  “How did you know I was here?”

  Hadn’t she heard him the few times that he’d made a noise, intending to keep her wary of her surroundings? “I saw you leave and followed you.”

  She frowned, making a face that on any other woman would’ve been ugly. “So you were stalking me?”

  He liked the way she voiced whatever was on her mind. “Not exactly. I was making sure you didn’t get hurt.”

  “Uh-huh. Well, as you can see, I’m fine. So go on back to the camp. You wouldn’t want to miss the orgy.”

  He pulled his body onto the ledge, making her draw her knees closer to her chest. “I don’t care about that.”

  “If you’re trying to tell me that you’re gay, I’m not buying it.” Her gaze dropped to his crotch.

  He glanced down at his fully erect penis. “That’s not at all what I’m saying. I’ve never participated in the lovemaking, because it would be just a physical thing. I didn’t have the right woman.” He brought his gaze to hers, pushing all he was feeling into his look. “Until now.”

  She didn’t act surprised, other than giving a quick jerk of her head. Did that mean she was open to the idea?

  “What’s with you guys anyway? What’s going on? Every time I ask Rosh, he gets cut off.”

  He eased closer. The warmth from her body wafted off her and over him. She was hot for him. Why else would she keep dropping her gaze to his cock? “I’m not sure what you mean.”

  “Oh, come on. I crash my car because some thing rushes into the middle of the road. Then, not being of sound mind and body, I think I can go toe-to-toe with a huge wolf. I conk out and come to with Rosh treating me like a sack of flour. Then he tosses me over a waterfall, and I wake up days later living in a strange, primitive Shangri-La. This is like a story from The Twilight Zone, so don’t tell me you don’t know what I mean.”

  Damn, but he loved the way her eyes blazed and her mouth twisted to the side as she paused in her tirade to take a quick breath. He reached up and took a strand of her wet hair. She tensed but didn’t pull away.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  She tugged her hair away. “Don’t try and change the subject. I’m tired of you macho men ordering me around and not telling me what I want to know. So get with it. Spill, buddy, or I’m kicking you off this ledge.” She pointed her finger at him. “And don’t think I won’t do it, either. Once I set my mind on something—”

  He cocooned her finger in his hand. “Shay, will you be quiet for a second and listen to me?”

  She slammed her mouth shut then arched an eyebrow, giving him what he’d asked for. Or at least he thought so.

  “Hell, no. Not until you tell me what the fuck—”

  He did the only thing he could do. He stopped her talking by crushing his mouth to hers. Amazingly, she still tried to speak, but he cupped her neck and kept the kiss going. She could struggle all she wanted, but he wouldn’t let her go.

  Her knees pushed against his chest, getting in his way, so he took an ankle and yanked her leg straight. Her other leg fell to the side, giving him the opening he needed. He slid closer, putting his body between her legs. His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, and she gasped but didn’t move away.

  He slid his hand to the curve of her neck, hooked his thumb under the top of the dress, and pushed the sleeve down her shoulder. He broke the kiss, keeping his hand behind her neck as he sought out her eyes. The chocolate brown in them had deepened and her pupils had grown bigger. She wanted him, her body recognizing his need as well as hers, and, if she didn’t screw it up by letting her mind take over, he’d get his chance to show her how much he needed her.

  He kissed the corner of her slightly parted lips then feathered more kisses along her cheek and down to her collarbone. The hollow above her shoulder blade turned him on even more as he took a quick bite. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward him.

  “Lie back.”

  She did so without questioning him, and he had to grit back a grin. Tugging the other sleeve down, he exposed her breasts and almost lost control. His inner wolf howled and pranced, urging him to take her before she changed her mind.

  “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “You already said that,” she whispered.

  He did grin then. “And I’ll say it a million times more.”

  She looked shocked, as though she believed him. And why shouldn’t she? He’d spoken the truth. If she hadn’t heard it in his voice, then she could see it in his eyes.

  He caressed her breasts, holding them like long-sought-after treasure. Putting one to his cheek, he closed his eyes, drew in her sweet scent, and rubbed the stubble on his cheek over the soft surface.

  He took her nipple, sucking off the remnants of her swim. Pulling it into his mouth, he bit down and moved his jaw back and forth to torture the taut bud. She moved her legs restlessly but didn’t wrap them around his waist.

  Disappointment flooded him, but he pushed it away. He had their instinctive pull toward each other to thank for getting as far as he had. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make her want to go further.

  He knew she was the one for him. Werewolves almost always recognized their mate as soon as they met her. Yet, unlike when werewolves were on The Outside, they didn’t get an energy or physical bond that pulled them together while in The Hidden. Perhaps it wasn’t needed in The Hidden since the place held a magic of its own. As far as he was concerned it didn’t matter.

  Instead, it was the opposite. Being with another woman who they found attractive, who they hoped might be their mate but wasn’t, left an emptiness in them that no amount of courtship or knowledge could fill. They could learn everything about a woman, her likes, her dislikes, how caring or giving she was. They could even grow to care for her, but that hole, the realization that they were missing an ingredient that would make their world complete, never went away. Not until they found the right woman.

  Could she sense that she belonged with him? Maybe with Rosh and Renkon, too? The males wanted to share a woman, finding monogamy a chain that fostered infidelity and a loss of their freedom. While the men needed only one woman to come home to, a woman, especially a woman in The Hidden, needed
more than one man. No one man could give her everything she needed, and, realizing that, the werewolves of The Hidden were eager to share. Mating a woman to at least one other man gave the men what they wanted most. By making their mate happy and contented, they served their purpose in life.

  He was about to burst, both emotionally and physically. But he had to make sure that he gave to her first. Before he would allow himself to release, he’d make sure that he fulfilled her pleasure. He peered at her from behind lowered eyelids and pushed his body lower.

  Her mouth parted as she realized what he was about to do. “Walker.”

  “Trust me, Shay. Close off your thoughts and listen to your heart.” He stopped her, unable to hear her tell him to go. When she didn’t say anything else, he settled at her vee, pushed the dress higher to expose her, then positioned her legs over his shoulders.

  Her sweet aroma swept over him as he placed his face close to her pussy lips. No other woman had her special fragrance. No other woman’s pussy was as beautiful. Yet instead of professing to her again how stunning she was, he let his actions show her.

  She settled back and clutched her breasts. Her legs trembled, and he hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.

  Easing out his tongue, he lightly skimmed the tip over the crease of her labia. She jerked then stilled and let out a soft moan. Moving closer, he kissed the tender skin between her leg and her pussy and smiled as she once again startled. She was like a virgin, quick to bolt, but he knew she had the experience of a woman.

  Tenderly, reverently, he pulled her lips apart and took his first look at her pink treasure. It glistened with her wetness. Reaching out again with his tongue, he flicked it over her tender bundle of nerves. This time, she didn’t buck but instead pushed her pelvis toward him, urging him to give her what she so badly wanted.

  He couldn’t have waited any longer anyway. Taking hold of her ample bottom, he put his mouth against her and took in his first drink. His lust soared to a new height as he pulled her clit into his mouth then sucked harder to bring in every drop he could. His fingers dug into her ass, harder than he’d thought to do so, but she didn’t complain. She could take everything he had to give her and more.

  “Walker.”

  Damn, how he loved the way she said his name. He answered, but the word was muffled. He lashed at her hard nub with his tongue, first fast and hard then slowly as he made circles around it.

  A breeze swept over them, blowing mist from the waterfall onto her body. He could see the water beading on her rounded stomach and the goose bumps along her arms.

  He drank from her then added first one, then another finger to her pussy. She moaned and reached out for him, but he was too low for her to touch. Taking it easy at first, he darted his gaze between his fingers sliding in and out to the ecstasy of her expression.

  Her eyes were clouded with lust, and his cock ached to take the place of his fingers. But she came first.

  Rocking back and forth, she clenched her vaginal walls around his fingers. He groaned, thinking about how good she’d feel wrapped around his cock. She was tight, and his shaft would stretch her to the limit, but he had no doubt she’d hold on to him until she’d dragged out every drop of his seed.

  A warm gush of moisture flowed over his fingers, and he pulled them out to press his mouth to her pussy then stick his tongue inside her as far as he could. She tasted even sweeter than before, her climax giving her another flavor that he’d forever recognize as hers.

  She bucked against him, away from him, but he held on. Torturing her, he sucked harder and massaged her clit with his tongue. He took her from the first orgasm through the delightful, painful journey as her body readied for an even bigger release. She shouted, the cry turning into a groan as her next climax tore through her.

  “Shay! Where are you?”

  Damn it!

  In the next moment, Walker found himself yanked off the ledge. He went under the water, kicking at whoever held his leg.

  * * * *

  Shay sat up, pulling her dress hem down and the top up to cover her breasts. Walker resurfaced, sputtering curses. Renkon burst out from the water beside him, and, a few moments later, Rosh broke through, gripped the rock, and pulled his body next to hers.

  “Are you all right?” His dark eyes scanned her.

  “She was until you two showed up.” Walker scowled at Rosh then got back on the ledge on the other side of her.

  Although the water was chilly, their body heat wrapped around her, warming her then sinking into her skin to send thrills to her already-throbbing pussy. “Did the whole damn camp follow me?”

  She narrowed her eyes and put on an angry expression, but the truth of it was that she was not only flattered, but excited that all three men had wanted to find her. Yet, now that she’d gotten intimate with Walker, would Renkon and Rosh think less of her? She wasn’t the kind of girl who had sex right after meeting a man. That wasn’t her style, and yet, she’d done exactly that twice now.

  But she wasn’t ashamed. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt as though she already knew them. Like lovers from a different lifetime who had found each other again.

  Sheesh! I can’t believe that even makes sense. When did I become a romantic?

  Renkon chuckled then skimmed his fingers along her foot. “Why would they do that?”

  “Why would you do that?” She pulled away even though his touch echoed that of his cousin’s and Walker’s.

  All three men tilted their heads to stare at her. Their looks matched, and she watched their eyes darken.

  Holy hell, but they make me want to do naughty things. She trembled, but she didn’t feel chilled.

  “To keep your pretty little ass safe, that’s why.”

  Her first reaction was to chew Rosh’s butt off until what he’d said hit her. Pretty little ass? Was the man blind? She resisted the urge to glance at her backside. Had she somehow gotten smaller without knowing it?

  Okay. It’s impossible, but he just got even sexier.

  “You promised you wouldn’t try to run off again.”

  Aw, shit. Then he has to go and blow it.

  Shay shoved both Rosh’s and Walker’s hands away as they each tried to take one of her arms. Having them touch her would only make it difficult to think. She tried to cast her gaze somewhere else so she could listen to her head and not her libido, but she was surrounded by sexy, hard bodies. Maybe she should calm down and reconsider her options. After all, how many times did such a tantalizing opportunity come along? Three men, one woman, all of them hot and wet. What more could she ask for?

  “Yeah, well, I lied. So sue me.”

  “Watch out. He just might.” Renkon shrugged his shoulders at Rosh’s scowl. “What? Like you’re never going to tell her that you’re an attorney? An assistant district attorney, to be exact. Me? I’m just an unemployed lover of life.”

  “I was an attorney, but I’m not a lawyer any longer. We have no use for such things here. Just like we have no use for a former plastic surgeon like Walker.”

  An attorney and a plastic surgeon? Why would two high-power men come to live in the forest?

  “So you three came here to live? Or do you travel back and forth?”

  “That would make for one hell of a commute.” Renkon chuckled and even Walker and Rosh exchanged smiles.

  “Wow. But that brings up my other questions. Questions you promised to answer but haven’t.”

  She pivoted to confront Rosh and almost forgot what she was going to say when he leaned forward and put his face a few inches from hers. “I, uh, I want to know where I am, how I got here, and how I get back to my car. Or to any place where there are civilized people who don’t frolic naked in the woods and have orgies by a bonfire.”

  “Did you like what you saw?”

  She whipped her attention back to Walker. Was he talking about the orgy? Or the fact that she had three very hot, lust-filled, naked men next to her? Even submerged up to his shoulders, she could s
ee through the clear water to know that Renkon’s cock could match the other men’s with no problem.

  Pussy to head. Take back control, please.

  “You know what he’s talking about, Shay. The lovemaking back at camp. I can’t wait until we can take part in it with you.” Renkon pulled himself up by clinging to the edge but kept his lower half in the water. He grabbed her foot and caressed it then brought it to his mouth and sucked on her big toe. He lashed his tongue between her toes, nibbling on the ends of them, then drew in her big toe again.

  She inhaled and knew she should take it away, but couldn’t. Instead, she watched, fascinated, as he flicked his tongue around the tip of her toe.

  She’d never cared much about having so much attention paid to her feet, but Renkon could easily change her mind. The sensation of his tongue on her skin was wiping everything else out of her mind. “I’m getting confused. I–I can’t think.”

  “Don’t try. Just feel.” Rosh cupped her breast and kissed her on the neck. His bites traveled up until he found her earlobe and started nibbling.

  Her body relaxed, and she vaguely wondered if they’d put a spell on her. Her questions no longer mattered. The only important thing was to get closer to them. She moaned as Walker took her other breast and massaged her nipple with his thumb. Their touches were so wonderful that it was as if she no longer wore the dress.

  “Don’t leave me out of this.” Renkon shifted her toward him then eased his hand between her legs. He found her curly patch of hair and pressed his palm against her mons. Going in a slow, easy circle, he put pressure on her, and once again her body reacted with a swift and urgent release.

  She closed her eyes and rested against the wall. Answers could come later. She couldn’t turn them away, not when her body called for them, ached to have their tongues, their fingers, their bodies on her.

  “Back off, Walker.”

  She opened her eyes, bereft of Walker’s and Rosh’s hands and mouths. Renkon took his hand away, grumbling that they were screwing things up. But the two men ignored him, their glares heated, their jaws set.