To Mate or To Die (MFM)

Werewolves of Granite Lake 11

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Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 26,721
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[Siren Menage Everlasting: Contemporary, Menage, Paranormal, Shape-shifters, Werewolves, Cowboys/Westerns, MFM, HEA]

Shapeshifter, Wendy Wilkerson, is trapped with the Walker pack that has been attacking ranchers’ livestock around Granite Lake. Unable to accept a forced mating with the terrible pack leader, she escapes. Naked and afraid, she needs help before Walker can find her and exact his revenge.

Werewolves, Tim Branson and his friend, Brent Morrison, are stunned when the sexy, curvaceous Wendy knocks on their door. They take her in and treat her like the queen she is. But who or what is she running from?

Although Wendy knows Walker’s coming after her, she can’t make herself leave Tim and Brent. The three share the connection that draws intended mates together. But can she risk their lives for her freedom? Or will she have to choose Walker over them to keep them safe? She’s left with only one question. Will she mate or will she die?

Jane Jamison is a Siren-exclusive author.

To Mate or To Die (MFM)
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To Mate or To Die (MFM)

Werewolves of Granite Lake 11

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 26,721
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Wendy didn’t care if the water was too warm. It could burn her skin off and she’d be okay with it. Anything to get the remnants of Walker’s touch off her body. Slowly, she sank into the bath water and let out a sigh. The men hadn’t told her about the bubble bath in the cabinet next to the towels, but she had a feeling they wouldn’t mind her using some. Still, what were two tough cowboys doing with bubble bath?

She sighed again as the water cocooned her. A bar of soap rested on the edge of the tub along with the washcloth. Yet she wasn’t ready to use them. Doing so would mean touching the bruises on her body. She’d let the warmth help to ease some of the pain. Soon enough, her shapeshifter healing powers would erase them from her skin. But would anything erase them from her memory?

Closing her eyes, she laid her head back and did her best to relax. Tim and Brent seemed like good guys, but a girl never knew. Walker had seemed like a good guy, too, when she and her father had first met him. They’d been on the road for a while by then, determined to make it to Florida where her mother’s relatives still lived. When their car had broken down a few miles outside of Forever, Texas, a shifter town if ever there was one, they’d just about decided to hitch into Forever and hop a bus. Walker and his caravan of shapeshifters happening along had seemed like a stroke of good luck.

Two months later, they knew better. Jones Walker was a charismatic but evil man who had devious and awful ways of making other shapeshifters follow him. She wished with all her heart she’d never met him.

Mickey. Oh, God, poor Mickey.

The memory of his severed head struck her unexpectedly. Tears burned her eyes as she began to sob. As though someone had blasted a hole in the emotional dam holding back her emotions, she let out a long moan and cried even harder.

I want to kill Walker. For Mickey and for everyone else he’s ever hurt.

A soft knock on the bathroom door startled her. She wiped away the tears and, in doing so, got bubble bath in her eyes.

“Ouch. Damn it.”

“Hey, Wendy, it’s Brent. Are you all right?”

No. I’ll never be all right.

Yet words failed her. Instead, she started crying again as she rubbed the sting from her eyes. Sobs racked her between hard-won breaths.

“Shit, Wendy. Answer me. Are you all right?”

She heard Tim and Brent talking to each other but couldn’t understand what they were saying. Trying to answer yet again failed, and she cried in frustration as well as from anger and loss.

“Okay. We’re worried, so we’re coming in. If you’re all right, cover up.” Brent’s voice was filled with concern.

No. Don’t.

And yet again, she couldn’t speak.

In the next instant, the locked door flew open and banged against the wall. She peered at the two men, but with her eyes still stinging, she couldn’t see them well.

They came to the tub, Brent kneeling beside her while Tim rested on the edge. “What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Do you want us to call a doctor now? Someone?”

Could they see past the bubbles? Yet, strangely, she found that she didn’t care. The sizzle that had started when she’d first seen them ramped into higher gear. If they could see through the bubbles, then it was fine by her.

Was it the connection she’d always heard about? Yet she’d never met any shapeshifter who’d experienced the strange invisible bond that brought mates together. Unlike werewolves and other shifters, shapeshifters preferred to choose their mates the old-fashioned way.

Or, in a very few cases, through arranged matings like the one her father had arranged with Walker.

But then what was the incredible sensation she was feeling? She studied them and wondered. Could they be shapeshifters? Or something else? Shifters perhaps?

Brent took the washcloth from her and began dabbing her eyes. “What’s wrong with your eyes? Did you get soap in them?” He eased her hands away from her face. “Hang in there. Let me take care of it.”

Her crying continued, helping to wash away the bubble bath. But how could she tell them why she was really crying? How could she admit to being a part of Walker’s group? She hadn’t been in the barn fight that had finally run the pack away from Granite Lake, but she’d heard about it from Mickey.

Mickey had almost died in the fight in the barn.

But Mickey was dead now.

“Sugar, is it something else? Tell us so we can help you.”

“Yeah, babe. Tell us who put these marks on you,” added Brent.

Sugar. Babe.

The words were sweet, but she’d long ago learned that words were not to be trusted.      

“Come on, sugar. Let’s get you out of the tub before you shrivel up into nothing,” suggested Tim as he touched her knee.

She jerked away from Tim’s touch and pushed Brent’s hand away from her face. “I can see now. Thank you.”

Their sincere looks of concern tore at her heart. When was the last time any man had looked at her with such honesty? Not her father. Even when he spoke the truth, she could sense the secrets he still held in check.

“I’m okay, but I haven’t washed yet.”

“Let us do it for you.”

She studied Brent and gave him a suspicious look. “I don’t think so.”

“We won’t try anything.” Tim made a cross over his heart. “It’ll be hard to resist—I mean, look at you—but when we make a promise, we keep it.”

Her father and Walker had made her dislike the word promise. How many promises had they given and then broken? Would Tim and Brent do the same?




“Oh. Please. Fuck me, Brent.”

“No problem, babe.”

Her body was on fire, caught between the flames of their dual passions. She took Tim’s cock back into her mouth and sucked harder. He dragged his fingers into her hair and thrust toward her again.

They enveloped her, not only with their bodies but with their love. For the first time in a long while, she felt alive and safe. For the first time in a long while, she forgot about the darkness that followed her, the fear that still woke her in the middle of the night. The men were giving her their light, pushing away the darkness she’d grown to know so well.

Brent worked his finger inside her asshole, stretching her tight rings, even as he feasted on her pussy juice. “I want you, babe. Gotta get my cock inside you soon.” He sat up, wrapped her legs around his waist, and put his cock to her pussy.

She gazed into Tim’s face, a silent question in her eyes.

Raw hunger filled his face. “Yeah. Suck me dry, sugar.”

Brent slammed his cock inside her, then moved slower as her pussy welcomed his huge cock. Then, with each thrust, he plunged into her, going harder, deeper. His legs slapped against her butt cheeks as he drove his cock inside her. “You’re amazing. Perfect.”

No one was perfect, but her men were as close as anyone could come. She cupped Tim’s balls and brought her other hand to Brent’s cheek. The diamond flashed brightly, the promise of a wonderful future.

“Oh, shit. I’m going to… Hell, yeah!” Tim groaned.

But as he started to pull away, she grabbed his leg, urging him to stay with her. She wanted him, all of him.

He met her gaze then closed his eyes and let his seed fly.

She never would’ve been able to drink all of him, but she did her best. Warm cum oozed out of the sides of her mouth to trickle down her chin.

Brent groaned, a relief as well as a frustration, as he stiffened, paused, then let out a shout. The sound evolved into a howl as he unleashed his seed.

Warmth exploded inside her pussy, matching the warmth in her throat. She tightened her muscles, attempting to keep as much of it inside her as she could.

Brent, his body still in the shudders of his climax, pulled out and fell back.

Tim’s body jerked as he continued to thrust his cock into her mouth, gentler, slowing as his orgasm came to the end. Slowly, he pulled his cock away then stumbled back a step before sinking to the floor.

“Shit, babe. You haven’t come yet, have you?”

She laughed then held out her arms. “No. But that doesn’t mean I can’t. Come here, you two. Finish the job you started.”

“No problem.” Suddenly, Tim caught her by the back of the neck and pulled her mouth to his. His kiss was hard, needy.

Brent pushed her legs apart and renewed his attack on her clit. Driving his fingers into her pussy, he soon found her perfect spot.

She bucked, overwhelmed as Tim’s tongue swept through her mouth and his hand fondled her breast. A climax-bound moan escaped from her mouth to his as Brent sucked hard, his tongue moving quickly and expertly over her clit.

She’d been close, but now they pushed her over the edge. Her climax roared out of her, her cry of ecstasy filling the air. Her hands dug into Tim’s arm and grasped for Brent’s hair. Closing her eyes, she cried out again as the climax continued to pound its way through her body.

By the time she opened her eyes, the men she loved were smiling down at her.

“Satisfied, babe?” asked a very smug-looking Tim.

“Because if you’re not, we can go again,” added Brent, looking every bit as smug as his friend.

If there was one great thing about having sex with a shifter, it was their stamina. Thankfully, as a shapeshifter, she was up to their challenge. She returned their smug smiles with one of her own. “You made me come, all right.”

The two of them leaned back.

“But I’m not totally satisfied.” The looks on their faces was priceless. “I mean a girl never turns down a chance at multiple orgasms.”

Brent looked to Tim. “Then I guess we keep going.”

“Damn straight,” said Tim as he pulled her around, spread her legs, then plunged his growing cock into her pussy.

Her laugh quickly changed into a quick intake of air.

Hell yeah, she thought.

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