Eve Langlais

A Ghostly Ménage

Copyright© 2010 Eve Langlais

Prologue

Heart pumping…legs pounding… A joyful howl burst from his throat, an eerie sound echoed by his brother who raced alongside him through the woods that were their second home. The other night creatures scattered before their headlong flight. No one wished to get in the way of the two who ruled the forest.

All too soon, the edge of the trees rushed up to meet him and he skittered to a halt, his tongue lolling as he panted from exertion. He bayed one last time, sitting on his haunches, facing the bright, fat moon. When the last throaty sound faded, Derrick and his brother shifted back into human form, their annual Halloween run leaving them sweaty but exhilarated. Their clothes still lay on the ground where they’d shed them before their shift, and they dressed in companionable silence before crossing the open yard to their house.

On the porch, the candle in their jack-o-lantern had burned out, and the sweet smell of cooking pumpkin made his nose twitch. The bowl of candy they’d left on the porch was empty. Derrick smiled. He loved Halloween, and just because his inner wolf loved to come out and play didn’t mean the kids shouldn’t get their share of candy. And he always made sure he and his brother bought the primo stuff-full-sized chocolate bars. They never worried about their house getting egged or toilet papered.

His brother’s body stilled. “There’s someone here,” said Mark, his hand on the knob of their front door.

Derrick’s smile faded at his words. He sniffed the air. Over the odor of burnt pumpkin and outdoor autumn smells, he scented a familiar cloying perfume.

With a growl, he shoved his brother aside and flung open the front door they never kept locked. The smell filled the house, overwhelmingly so. She dared to come into our home without an invitation? The effrontery astounded him, and totally pissed him off.

Charging up the stairs, he followed the bitch’s scent right into his bedroom. She squirmed under his sheets and smiled at him with heavy lids. The stench of her arousal as she pleasured herself drifted to him.

Derrick growled again and clenched his hands tightly at his sides lest he use them to throttle her.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Clarissa said seductively, not yet recognizing the storm that simmered inside him.

“Get out of my bed,” he said through gritted teeth.

She rose with the sheet clutched to her bosom. “Join me. I’ve prepared myself for you and…your brother.” Derrick heard Mark’s sharply indrawn breath behind him.

“Fuck off.” Derrick didn’t like to mince words. That was his brother’s forte.

“You don’t mean that,” said Clarissa, the sheet barely hiding her shapely body, a form that left him cold.

“What he means to say,” said Mark, ever the diplomat, “is while you are quite attractive, we are unfortunately not interested. Thank you for your offer, though.”

Derrick snorted. The slut had just broken into their house and thrown herself at them naked. And this after they’d repeatedly rebuffed her blatant overtures. She just didn’t get it. She isn’t the one.

“Just get your clothes back on, and leave the way you came.” Or he’d gladly heave her ass out, preferably from the nearest window. Then he’d burn his sheets.

Clarissa dropped the sheet that hid her assets and proudly displayed perky breasts, an indented waist, and a bald cleft. Derrick looked her over dispassionately. She stirred nothing in him-he preferred his woman rounder, just like his brother. Their displeasure must have shown for she frowned at them. She tweaked her nipple and slid a hand between her thighs to toy with herself. They didn’t respond. With slow, sensual steps, Clarissa walked towards Derrick and his brother, a half smile curving her lips, one that didn’t match the icy fury in her eyes.

“I really wish you’d chosen differently,” she said shaking her head at them like naughty children.

“Or what?” retorted Derrick, tired of her games.

A chill wind came up out of nowhere-in the house. However, All Hallows Eve was upon them, and even in these modern times, strange forces worked on this most arcane of nights as spiritual magic reached its peak.

Clarissa raised her hands, palms upward. Her lips moved in an almost inaudible prayer. The words slipped greasily past his hearing, discordant sounds that made him wince. A heavy stink of ozone permeated the air, electrical and tingling along his senses.

Mark’s face creased with alarm. “She’s casting a spell.”

“I’d say that’s obvious.” Derrick rolled his eyes and decided to put a stop to this nonsense once and for all. He reached for the witch who’d done an excellent job of hiding her true self up till now. Time to give her the bum rush.

“No!” cried his brother reaching for him.

Even as Mark grabbed his arm, Derrick’s hand connected with Clarissa’s and a lightning bolt of pain rushed through his system, making his eyes widen. The rush of power coursing through his body was excruciating and to his annoyance, he blacked out.

When Derrick regained consciousness in an ignoble heap on the floor, the witch stood over him with a smirk. “Ah, did I hurt the big bad wolf?” Her cajoling tone pissed him off.

“Bitch.” He staggered to his feet and reached for her again. His hand passed through her, a strange sensation that made him shudder, and she cackled at the look on his face.

Derrick brought his hands to his face and looked at them-and through them. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“To us?” said Mark who appeared at his side looking just as ghostly. Derrick didn’t know what astounded him more-the fact the bitch had turned them into spirits or the fact his brother actually looked mad.

Clarissa smiled and twirled with a giggle, now fully dressed. “I’ve trapped you in limbo,” she announced.

“What? So we’re dead?”

“Not exactly. Think of it as suspended in time, your bodies that is, until such a time as you come to your senses and give me what I need.”

“And what do you need?” asked Mark quietly, his tight tone the only thing that gave away his white-hot anger.

“Why, the both of you of course. Bonded to me.” She clasped her hands in front of her when she said this, her blue eyes calculating and frigid.

“Never,” snarled Derrick lunging at her again, only to convulse as he flew right through her body to land in a heap on the other side. Even freakier, his fingertips penetrated the floor. Derrick sat up, an unfamiliar emotion touching him, one he didn’t like. Fear.

Mark reverted to type and asked questions. “Why do you want to bond to us? You know we don’t love you, nor will we ever.”

“Who said anything about love? This is about power. I’m a witch, and while I have magic, I need more. By bonding to an alpha pair of weres…” Her eyes glistened and she moistened her lips. “The energy I’d have access to would make me the strongest witch in my coven and allow me to challenge the old bat who thinks to give me orders.”

Derrick saw red. How dare this sorceress think to use the mating bond to further her schemes? “Too bad, bitch. We aren’t ever going to bond with you.”

Mark nodded his head in agreement. “Your plan won’t work, Clarissa. Now release us and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

Derrick rolled his eyes. Not likely. Woman or not, he’d rip her a new one as soon as they got out of this mess.

She seemed to read his mind. “Oh, please. You’re alphas, you won’t allow this to slide by. No, I have a better plan. You stay in limbo as ghosts, trapped to this house till you decide to do as I say. I figure it might take a few years of floating around, alone and invisible to all, before you come to your senses and do my bidding. That’s okay,” she said with a nasty smile. “I can wait.”

Then she left. They followed her, Derrick cursing her every step, diving at her, hoping each time he lunged that he would connect. However, paying him no mind, she walked out of the house without hesitation. But not the brothers who hit the open doorway and bounced back. Derrick pounded his fists ineffectually against the invisible barrier-one he couldn’t breach and that trapped he and Mark in their home.

Clarissa turned and blew them a kiss. “See you in a year, boys.”

After a few days of raging and disbelief, they looked for an escape. They spent all that first year searching for a way out of the house, to no avail. They tried to communicate with the friends and family who trooped through their house, from the police chief of their town to their great aunt who sniffed the air as if she sensed them, but could not hear them no matter how they yelled. Even worse than their inability to escape, was the loss of their beasts. They couldn’t shift, nor feel the comforting presence of their wolves. Instead, an emptiness lay within them.

But no matter how bleak their existence, year after year, when Clarissa showed up on All Hallows Eve, they refused to become her mates.

My brother and I will find a way to escape this curse, and when we do, that witch will rue the day she was born. And sour bitch or not, he’d taste her blood.

Chapter One

Years later…

Jenna drove her battered excuse for a car away from civilization, the towns getting smaller, the roads getting narrower, till she finally spotted the sign she’d been waiting for.

Twin Dales. Her new home and escape from the crap life had dished her. She drove through the main part of the small town. It had everything she needed for her new life, which wasn’t much. Give me a grocery and hardware store, and I’m good.

She’d never even visited Twin Dales, population nine thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven-make that sixty-eight-when she decided on it as her new home. Small, away from the stupidity that came with city living, and best of all, half a continent away from the asshole she wanted to kill.

Cheating on me with not just one of my best friends, but two. Bastard! She’d toyed with the thought of sleeping with his two best friends-at the same time-to get him back, but unfortunately, she couldn’t stand them. Besides, the sweeter revenge had come when she’d dumped all his shit out in the hall and told him to move. Not much he could do about it since the lease was in her name. Thank God, I didn’t marry the jerk.

Now she wanted time to herself and to write her books. She’d looked online for a new place to live and had settled on the house in Twin Dales after seeing a few pictures and a video. She couldn’t decide what had sealed the deal. Was it the wrap-around porch that begged for a bench swing? The turret that screamed library? Or its five wooded acres on the edge of town? She couldn’t explain exactly how or why, but she fell in love with the place. And then, unlike her usual self, she’d acted like one of the heroines in her books and bought it on a whim, thanks to her inheritance from Grandma Bea.

Being the responsible sort, she hadn’t touched the money all of her adult life, instead saving it for an emergency. And this was definitely an emergency. Besides, the price of the house was unbeatable and she had more than enough left over to renovate. Between that and her writing, she’d live comfortably-alone.

Men were nothing but trouble, and she’d had enough. From now on, she’d have relationships with the men in her books and in her head. At least they knew how to satisfy her, and when the urge for something to fill her up became too strong…well, that’s what dildos were for.

Following the hand-drawn map the realtor had faxed, she made her way through the silent streets of town-eight p.m. and not a thing stirred. She drove through the winding darkness till she finally saw the sign for her street, Changeling Drive, which dead ended at her house.

Excitement gripped her, especially when she caught her first real glimpse of her new place. Even in the bright beams of her car the hundred-plus year-old house had an old-fashioned solidity and beauty that made her smile with pleasure.

I’m home.

The first thing she noticed when she stepped into the vacant house was the lack of dust. Had the realtor had it cleaned? He’d said it’d been vacant for almost six years, but everything-from dishes to furniture-looked great. In fact, it appeared as if the house was waiting for its previous owners to return. That thought gave her a bit of a chill, especially when she recalled the realtor’s joke about it being haunted. At least she’d assumed it was a joke, but then the owners had disappeared and stopped paying their taxes, which was how the place had ended up at auction.

She shook her head. None of that mattered because this treasure was now hers.

The main floor boasted a large entranceway with a high ceiling to accommodate the staircase. On one side, she discovered a spacious living room replete with a fireplace and two brown plaid couches. She crossed the room and entered the turret. Obviously designed as a sitting area, it contained wicker furniture, which seemed incongruous given the previous owners had been men.

At the back of the living room, she went through an archway and found herself in an immense eat-in kitchen. Cupboards lined half the area in an L-shape. More space than she’d ever need in a lifetime. There was a gas stove and a huge fridge, which she opened and found, to her surprise, working. Nestled inside sat a basket of jars and fruit with a tag that read ‘Welcome’.

How quaint. Jenna held in a giggle. She wondered if the neighbors would show up with casseroles and pies just like they did in the movies. Jenna bit her lip. She shouldn’t make fun of her perceived notion of small town hospitality. If she wanted to fit in, and she did, she’d probably have to learn to make cookies or other baked goods so she could return the kindness.

A door led from the kitchen to the hall, and a second archway opened into the dining room. She walked through the dining room, which also had an access door back in the hall. She liked how all the rooms flowed into each other. Now for the second floor.

The wooden stairs curved up into the house with a gorgeous carved handrail. She ran her hand along the wood as she went up to check out the bedrooms. The first door led into a small room with a daybed and a nightstand. She went to the next door and found the bathroom tiled in white with a large claw foot tub. Jenna imagined herself immersed in bubbles to the brim reading a hot romance.

She continued exploring and found a fairly large room with a queen-sized bed and heavy wooden furniture scattered around; a pair of matching nightstands as well as two bureaus, one long, the other tall The size and décor made her think it was the master bedroom, until she checked out the last room, which sat above the living room and flowed into the turret.

She let out a cry of delight. The largest room in the house by a lot, a gorgeous four-poster bed took a place of pride in the center. The round turret section held a pair of wing chairs that looked out the windows into the woods that bordered three sides of the property. Jenna threw herself on the bare mattress, arms flung out. She shivered for it felt like she’d dove right into an icy cloud.

Rubbing her arms, she sat up. Cold drafts or not, this was her room and she couldn’t wait to redecorate it.

Home sweet home.

* * * * *

Mark stared at the woman who entered their home and wanted to howl with the injustice. Derrick had no such restraint and let out a cry of rage. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Mark followed his brother as he rampaged through the house, his ghostly presence only barely rattling the loose items that decorated it. He quickly tired of his brother’s antics, and returned to watch the newcomer. When Derrick finally calmed down, he joined Mark in scrutinizing the woman-their long-awaited mate.

He’d known it from the moment she’d walked into the house. Even without scent or touch, her very presence called to him and to Derrick. She was the one destined to be theirs. The one who would accept them and love them, bearing them the sons that would continue their line. That is if they could ever regain their solid bodies.

Just thinking about that made Mark want to go on a tantrum of his own, but he prided himself on having better control. He sat beside his brother on the stairs and watched the woman, whose name they had no way of knowing, as she made several trips in and out, bringing in boxes and bags.

She was perfect, from her short, rounded figure with a plump ass and a nice handful of tits to her long, dark hair that tickled the top of her waist. She had a face made for smiling with rosebud lips, lustrous brown eyes, and apple cheeks. Just the type of woman he and his brother preferred, and all they could do was watch helplessly as she moved into their house, untouchable.

She left most of the belongings in the front hall, but carried one large suitcase upstairs. As expected, she didn’t react as she walked through them. But they sure as hell felt it.

Mark looked with interest at the items she’d left behind while Derrick bemoaned their dilemma.

“So unfair. I’m going to kill that witch.”

“Uh-huh,” Mark absently replied as he drifted looking through her belongs searching for her name. He found it on a faded tag on a carry-on bag. “Jenna. Jenna Fairbanks.”

“What?”

“Her name is Jenna.”

“Great. That makes me feel so much better,” grumbled Derrick.

Regardless of what Derrick said or thought, Mark actually did feel better. For the moment, their situation hadn’t changed, but with Halloween fast approaching and their true mate in residence, perhaps the time had come for things to happen.

And when she settled down to sleep for the first time in their house, Mark did his best to rush things along.

* * * * *

Jenna woke with the oddest sense of not being alone. She lay on the bed and held her breath, listening. She didn’t hear a sound, and yet the pervasive sensation of someone watching would not disappear. Mentally slapping herself for being so imaginative, she got up and stretched her body. I’m home.

She set about unpacking, glad she’d left most of her old life behind. Selling all her furniture and various other items had been liberating. She’d brought only the things she couldn’t bear to part with: photo albums, books, and, of course, her laptop.

Around noon, she’d finished putting everything away, and was more in love with the house than ever. She’d assumed she’d have to clean, but the lack of dust was nothing short of amazing.

And now she was starving. She’d eaten some of the fruit in the basket for breakfast, but she needed to hit the grocery store. She showered quickly in the claw foot tub, shivering at the occasional cold draft, and dressed. She grabbed her keys and purse then headed to town.

In the daylight, the shops looked quaintly old-fashioned with large window displays, hand-painted signs, and wide sidewalks in front of them. Jenna parked quickly, loving that she didn’t have to circle the block waiting for someone to pull out.

The bakery was her first destination. She walked in to the scent of fresh bread, and her mouth watered.

A red-cheeked matron beamed at her from behind the counter. “Hello dearie, what are you looking for today?”

Jenna smiled back. “A loaf of bread and a few buns please. Oh, and do you have any banana muffins?”

“We do.” The woman began wrapping Jenna’s order. “Are you here on a visit?”

“No. I bought a house actually.”

The matron regarded her with round eyes and an open mouth. “You bought the house?”

“If you mean the one on Changeling drive, then yes.”

The shopkeeper handed Jenna her purchases and shook her head. “Good luck.”

Jenna didn’t make much of her reaction till it was echoed in every store she visited.

Only when she was driving back to the house did she give into laughter. Oh, that’s too funny. They all really think the place is haunted. How absurd in this day and age that they believed in ghosts. Although, she thanked their superstition about drafts and creaky houses, else she wouldn’t have gotten the house so cheaply. And she repeated that the rest of the day every time a cold spot made her shiver, and whenever she looked over her shoulder expecting to see eyes staring back at her.

I don’t believe in ghosts, she told herself firmly before going to bed.

However, the townsfolk’s gullibility must have been contagious for the house’s quirks followed her into her dreams.

Chapter Two

Derrick watched over her as she slept. The sweet curve of her cheek blushing a light pink, her thick lashes fluttering slightly, her dark hair spread like a veil over her pillow. He brushed his fingers over her smooth skin, and she shivered in her repose. He trailed his hand lower over the skimpy silk top she wore, his ghostly touch puckering her nipples. She shifted and rolled onto her back, sprawling her legs wide. He trailed his insubstantial fingers down the curve of her belly to the apex of her thighs. The crotch of her panties darkened with moisture, her unconscious arousal soaking them. He brought his face down, wishing he could smell her.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His brother’s disgusted comment made Derrick whirl around.

“Enjoying myself. You should try it sometime. Besides it’s not like she knows I’m here.”

Mark shook his head at him. “That’s not the point. It’s wrong, and you know it.”

Derrick sneered. “Oh, please. I’ve seen the way you watch her as well.”

“Watch, not try to touch.” Mark sighed. “I won’t deny she calls to me even in this insubstantial shape. But at least I’ve retained enough common decency to not act on it.”

“What else is there for us to do?” railed Derrick. “We’re fucking ghosts. No one hears us or sees us. And even worse, our mate has finally arrived and instead of claiming her, I’m reduced to fucking jerking off instead of plowing her like I should.” He slumped on the bed, shoulders drooping. “I’m tired of this.”

Mark sat beside him. “I am too, brother, but the alternative isn’t much better.”

“No, it’s not. I just can’t believe there’s nothing we can do. Surely there must be another way to break this spell.”

Mark stood and paced. “Well…”

“Well what?” Derrick looked at him with suspicion. “Have you been hiding something from me?”

“Not exactly. But you and I both know Jenna is our mate, right?”

Derrick looked over at the woman who slept in the room he used to call his own. When she’d arrived just under a week ago, he’d rampaged for days, both he and his brother recognizing her for what she was-their true mate. Not that they could do anything about it. “Yeah, trust me, I know who she is, not that it does us any good.”

“Ah, but while you’ve been perving, I’ve been acting and observing.”

“And?” Derrick restrained an urge to pounce on his brother and shake him. Hurrying Mark never worked though.

“She senses us. I think she even dreams of us.”

“You’re fucking with me.” Derrick looked back at Jenna. She was still sound asleep, but a crease marred her brow and her eyelids fluttered.

“No I’m not messing with you. Mind, we haven’t had anybody else to test my theory on, but she knows we’re here.”

“Okay, say for a second, she does. How does that help us?”

“Don’t you see? If she knows we’re here, and we can communicate with her, maybe she can find a spell to reverse what’s been done.”

“Too dangerous.” Derrick shook his head. “Clarissa is still out there. I won’t put our mate in danger like that.”

“Really? Has it occurred to you that Jenna might be in danger anyway, and if she is, we’re stuck here unable to help.”

“Fuck.” Derrick looked at Jenna and felt a helpless fury at the thought she could be hurt. It was his duty to protect her.

“Exactly. We need to try.”

“Fine then. What do we do?”

Mark sighed loudly. “I’m going to probably regret saying this, but we need to get her attention. Get her to look into our disappearance.”

Derrick grinned. “By any means possible?”

“Yes,” said Mark through gritted teeth.

Derrick rubbed his hands gleefully. “Well then, unless you plan to join me, I’ve got some pleasurable work to do.”

To Derrick’s surprise, Mark stayed, reminding him of the days before their captivity. The call of their mate was too strong for even him to deny.

* * * * *

Jenna woke again from another strange and erotic dream. One that left her aching for a man’s touch. Even more embarrassing, it had featured two men, doing things to her that in the light of day seemed decadent and immoral-in other words, exciting.

What is wrong with me? Since when is one man not enough? Disturbing questions she couldn’t answer.

Jenna swung her legs out of bed and surveyed her new, even if it was exceedingly masculine, bedroom. She planned to renovate it slowly over time, doing most of the work herself. She loved getting her hands dirty, and after the mess she’d left behind, it was also a form of therapy.

Speaking of which, maybe a coat of paint would help dissipate her sense of not being alone in the house. Maybe if I redo the bedroom, it will feel more like mine and I’ll stop having these weird feelings. But would it keep the odd occurrences from happening?

Like when she’d climbed the ladder to peel some wallpaper and the stupid thing tilted, dumping her. She should have hit the ground hard, but a cold air pillow had softened her fall.

Or the way doors sometimes creaked open at her approach. The first time she’d screamed, but the cool draft that preceded the event made her decide it was simply an air pressure thing.

When she showered, no matter how hot the water, her skin pimpled as if cold, and ghostly fingers stroked her.

Then there were the erotic dreams featuring two men: dark haired, dark eyed, and with some seriously hot bodies. No one she’d ever met-unfortunately.

But by far the oddest thing, she swore she sometimes heard voices, arguing voices. And the most fucked-up part? The voices sounded like they were fighting over her. Until lately. Now, the voices seemed to have one purpose in mind: seducing her.

Crazy, yes, but until she’d moved to her new house, she’d never suffered from delusions. So, if she were to assume she hadn’t suddenly lost her mind, what did that leave?

Even as she tried to come up with logical explanations, her mind kept drifting to movies like Poltergeist and The Others. Fiction, 100% unreal, yet she couldn’t help wondering if perhaps she should invite a priest over for coffee.

About to head downstairs for breakfast, she instead zoned in on the chain hanging from the ceiling at the far end of the second floor hallway.

Perhaps she’d find the answers hidden in the attic. Maybe treasure. Or a dead body. Shaking her head at her foolishness, she went to the trap door and pulled the chain. Down came the folded ladder. She climbed up and poked her head into the attic space. A porthole window let in a bit of daylight, so she went all the way up. The space was huge, big enough for her to stand. She also discovered a bare light bulb with a string, which she pulled. The light flashed then popped as the bulb burned out. Curiosity piqued, she hurried downstairs to get a replacement.

Once the attic was lit again, she was surrounded by a veritable treasure trove, if you were into history, and she was. Several dusty trunks lay scattered. There were odds and end of furniture like two vinyl kitchen chairs and an old wooden vanity. But the dust-free boxes-obviously more recent additions-garnered her attention.

She sat down and delved into the first box. It held a bunch of picture frames, seemingly of a family. There was a woman with long, loose hair flanked by two men whose resemblance made them brothers, if not twins. In front of them stood a pair of identical little boys, one with a smile that spelled mischief, the other more serious. Picture after picture displayed the boys in different stages of growth. In some, the boys posed with two very large wolf-like dogs. Probably a crossbreed since wolves were too wild to be domesticated. Right?

What nagged her was how familiar the boys seemed. Have I met them before? Jenna put all the pictures back into the box, and was about to check out the next one when the doorbell chimed.

Jenna wiped grubby hands on her jeans and clambered down the ladder, then down the steps to see who had finally come calling.

When she opened the door to find her first casserole thrust at her, Jenna smiled and just managed to stop herself from giggling.

The welcome wagon had arrived.

* * * * *

The welcome wagon hadn’t stayed long. They’d come in for coffee and peered around with curiosity, but when one of the familiar drafts had flowed through the room and touched them, they’d set down their cups with a rattle and made their excuses as if they’d seen a ghost. I’ll bet they made themselves believe they did. Jenna had tried, unsuccessfully, to pump them for information, but, while a lot of folk alluded to the mystery around the house, no one wanted to talk about it.

Thinking about the house made her decide to go into town. She hit the hardware store first and picked out some paint for the bedroom. She placed the lilac color in her car then walked down the sidewalk to the grocery store. A Halloween decoration fluttering in the breeze caught her eye and she stopped.

Ghosts. Could the townsfolk be right?

She wanted to scoff. Seriously, lingering spirits? Jenna was a practical woman, not an impressionable young girl. Yet, the evidence kept mounting in front of her and only made her more curious. Who had owned the house before her? Axe murderers? Satanists? Who was the builder? Had they followed code? Perhaps it had plumbing problems. She knew it had drafts. As for the vivid dreams and hallucinations, perhaps she should have a mold specialist check the place for toxicity. But ghosts? I am not a superstitious villager-yet.

Jenna pushed thoughts of ghosts to the back of her mind and bought some food. As she stowed her groceries in the trunk, she decided to get some answers. She headed to the large stone building that housed the municipal offices, court, and town library.

She stepped from the bright sunlight into the gloomy library and blinked. Then sneezed. The musty, dusty smell of old books tickled her nose.

Jenna looked around. Where to start?

“Can I help you, dearie?”

Jenna jumped and turned till she located the source of the voice. Standing behind a massive wooden desk, the librarian looked like she should have retired fifty years ago. Frail and hunched with pure white hair tethered in a bun, her bright eyes were the only lively thing about her. However, when Jenna mentioned she was looking for some history on the house at 132 Changeling Crescent, the librarian’s whole body trembled with excitement.

“You’re talking about the Wolfgang boys’ place. Anyone in town could have told you the story, but come with me. I’ll let you read about it for yourself.”

Jenna didn’t retort that folks just about crossed themselves when they heard where she lived. Apparently she’d found the one townsperson who wasn’t afraid of the house. She followed the librarian to a computer that looked out of place in its decrepit surroundings. With surprising speed, the old lady pulled up several windows, each featuring newspaper articles.

“Thanks,” said Jenna chagrined for assuming the aging librarian’s age and appearance placed her in the category of ignorant and senile.

She sat down in the wooden chair and scrolled to read the first article.

Two Local Men Missing: Twin brothers Derrick and Mark Wolfgang have been declared missing by police. It’s unknown exactly when the inseparable pair disappeared, for they were often known to take camping trips of a week or more. A friend of the two men says he hasn’t seen or heard from them in at least a month, which is unusual behavior for the reliable duo. The house appears undisturbed. Their camping gear remains in the basement, while the fridge is fully stocked. At this time police don’t suspect foul play but ask if you’ve seen or heard from the Wolfgang brothers to call…

A few more articles related the same tale, but the last one, dated a year ago, had something new to say.

Wolfgang Brothers Declared Dead: Even though their bodies have never been found, the local judge has declared twin brothers Mark and Derrick Wolfgang dead. No one has seen or heard from the pair since their unusual disappearance five years ago around Halloween. Their home, which has remained vacant since that time, has been seized by the county in order to pay for back taxes owed on the property and will be put up for auction…

Jenna sat back in her seat, pensive. The boys could have run off for many reasons. Make that men, she thought, looking at the picture of two robust males with wide builds. She refused to examine the fact that they seemed familiar, and that they reminded her of her dream lovers. Instead, she reasoned they were probably the same boys as those in the pictures in the attic. Pity they went missing though, because damn are they hot!

A thump on the table startled Jenna and she looked to see the librarian dropping several books in a stack.

“Here are all the books we have on the Wolfgang place. The boys aren’t actually mentioned in them, but that house was owned by their ancestors going back to when the town was first settled.”

“Thank you.” After printing copies of the newspaper articles, Jenna checked the books out.

Heading for her car, she thought on what she’d read. Missing brothers? Could they have died in the house? Jenna wanted to smack herself for considering the stupid ghost theory. Besides, the cops hadn’t found any signs of foul play and, judging by the picture, the brothers had been big, capable fellows. Evidence of violence or foul play would have been obvious.

Only partially paying attention to the world around her, Jenna bumped into a woman on the sidewalk and her books went flying.

“Shoot. I’m awfully sorry,” said Jenna blushing at her clumsiness, especially in front of the golden woman she’d smashed into. Statuesque and more gorgeous than a cover model, Jenna bet she’d never had an awkward moment in her life.

Ice chip eyes looked her up and down, and a cool smile tilted her lips. “Perhaps you should watch where you’re walking.”

“Yes. You’re right.” Jenna stammered like a student under a disapproving teacher’s stare. And that annoyed her. The sidewalk was plenty wide enough for the ice queen to have just as easily stepped around her. Screw apologizing. Instead, Jenna dropped to her knees to gather up the books, hoping the fall hadn’t damaged them.

Slender fingers beat her to one and a perfectly arched brow rose in interest. “The Wolfgang house? What interest do you have in that old place?”

Jenna snatched the tome and added it to her stack. “I own it.”

“Really.” The blonde drew out the one word and looked at her speculatively. “So, has anything odd happened in the house?”

Jenna wasn’t about to confide her silly notions in a stranger who had suddenly turned from bitch to sweetheart. “Nope. Nothing weird. Just interested in the history of the place. It might be neat to restore some of its period features when I renovate it. If you’ll excuse me.” Jenna sidestepped the woman and continued on to her car.

At home, she parked and went into the house, barely shivering when the usual cold chill shot through her as she entered.

She dumped the books on the living room table in favor of making some dinner. They looked like dull reading and she didn’t want to put herself to sleep till later. Besides it wasn’t like a pile of old books was going to help with a mold and draft problem.

* * * * *

Mark wandered over to look at the books Jenna had brought home and almost did a little jig. Containing himself, he instead went looking for his brother and found him lying on Jenna’s-or could it still be considered Derrick’s?-bed.

“I think it’s working!” he exclaimed.

“What is?” asked Derrick opening his eyes.

“Our haunting. She has a pile of books on the family downstairs. She’s researching us.”

Derrick didn’t seem to find the news as exciting. “And how exactly does that help us? It’s not like any of those books say a witch cursed us and we need a reverse spell to get us out again.”

Mark frowned. “What the hell is wrong with you? Since when are you the pessimistic one? I thought that was my job.”

Derrick rubbed his face. “I’m tired of this existence. I want to touch her for real. I want to smell her and bury my face in her hair. And I don’t see how that’s going to happen. We can’t even talk to her.”

Mark lay down on the bed beside his brother and stretched out. “I know it’s been hard. I’m not saying we’ll get out of here tomorrow, but we’ll escape this prison. We’ll have our revenge and claim our mate. As eldest, I promise.”

Derrick snorted. “Eldest by like five seconds.”

Mark grinned. “Still counts, which means I get her first.”

“Wrestle you for it.”

“Not likely.”

Mark intended to be the first one to take her from the front. He wanted to look into her eyes, flushed with passion as he penetrated her velvety sex. Besides, he knew Derrick didn’t care. He’d be taking her from behind in her even tighter and probably virgin hole.

When they got their solid bodies back, they’d make up for lost time.

Chapter Three

The books weren’t as boring as Jenna expected. Dinner eaten, dishes washed, and the lights dimmed, except for the one by the wing chair, she settled down to read.

The Wolfgang’s had a long history with the town, starting back in the seventeen hundreds when the first Wolfgang had settled in the area and built his home-a single room structure that had grown over the years. In 1871, a fire burned down that original house and they’d replaced it with the home she lived in now.

However, the house, while historically imbued, was nothing compared to the rumors surrounding the Wolfgang family, according to an unauthorized memoir published about twenty years ago. They were a completely male line with not a single recorded daughter ever born, and pretty much every generation, they sprouted twins. Not all that strange until you considered the fact that only the twins inherited the house, and that the pair always lived in it, even when one of them got married.

Unverified rumors by townsfolk, which the author included, claimed the brothers shared the one wife. Jenna found the idea of belonging to two men at once titillating, but it had to have been utterly shocking, especially a hundred or so years ago when puritan values held sway.

As if these allegations weren’t astounding enough, the insinuation about what the brothers were was asinine. The author claimed they were natural born werewolves.

“Werewolves!” Jenna laughed, but the sound strangled in her throat when icy fingers tickled up her neck. She whipped her head around and, of course, saw no one.

“Stupid, drafty house.” Casting a suspicious glance around her, she continued to read. The unknown author went on to claim they’d seen it themselves on a full moon. The twin brothers, who would have been the missing brothers’ great grandfather and great-uncle, had supposedly shifted into huge wolves that howled and raced through the woods.

Jenna couldn’t believe the nonsense the book contained. It was obviously a work of fiction and she was surprised the librarian had even given it to her. Yet, what about that picture in the attic of the boys with those wolves? Jenna snorted. She had to be losing her mind to even contemplate the idea that the wolves had been the boys’ daddy and uncle.

She pulled out the newspaper article with the picture of the brothers, one smiling, one not. They certainly didn’t look like animals. Although I bet they get wild in bed. The idea made her wet, something that happened a lot lately.

She spoke aloud. “So, is it true, did you share women like your ancestors supposedly did?”

A faint sound of laughter echoed around her and she jumped out of her chair.

“Is anybody there?” Again, a cold draft touched her, like the light caress of a man’s hand sliding across her neck. She could have even sworn she felt a brief hug.

“This is fucking nuts. First thing tomorrow, I am buying some silicone and filling in every crack in this house. Because there is no such thing as ghosts!” Brave words she wished her rapidly racing heart would believe.

The pages to a book she hadn’t yet touched began flipping. Jenna stared with saucer-wide eyes. “What the fuck?” Fear tightened her belly and she suddenly wished she had a cross-and maybe some holy water. The pages of the book settled and she leaned in to look at the page.

She read the heading. “Witches?” She snorted. “That’s it. Bedtime for me.” Why she spoke aloud, she didn’t know. Just like she didn’t understand why she chose to wear thick flannel jammies to bed. And she ignored the laughter she could swear tickled her ear.

There’s no such thing as ghosts.

* * * * *

“Bloody hell. Now what?” asked Derrick, somewhat frustrated by the thick layer of clothing Jenna had armored herself in. Even an insubstantial caress of her smooth flesh was better than nothing at all.

“Now we take a page from Great-uncle George’s book, and go dream walking.”

“Say what?” Derrick whipped around to look at his brother who had nestled himself on one side of Jenna in the bed. His insubstantial body didn’t even dent the mattress.

“Our mate is very prone to dreaming. So, I say we join her in it.”

Derrick looked at his brother with a furrowed brow. “How the fuck do we do that?”

“He explained it to me once when you were out hunting frogs. He said proximity to the dreamer helped, but basically, we need to fall asleep thinking of her, and when we start our own dream, we need to pull her in.”

“Oh that sounds easy,” drawled Derrick sarcastically, but he still lay down on Jenna’s other side. “First to dream walk gets to kiss her.”

Chapter Four

Jenna found herself in the woods, running frantically-naked. She stopped her mad dash and gaped down at her nude body. “What the hell is going on?”

A crackling of leaves made her whip her head around. She squinted into the dark, gloomy forest, but couldn’t see a thing. Turning back, she let out a scream at the sight of a pair of green eyes glowing at about waist height. They floated in the darkness as if disembodied and stared at her steadily.

Jenna took a step back, the coarse ground abrading the sole of her bare foot. Warm air puffed against her back and she whirled. A terrified moan stuck in her throat when she saw how close a second pair of green eyes stood from her. And she could see the body they belonged to. A giant wolf.

Fuck! Knowing it was stupid, but unable to stop herself, she ran. A loud baying arose behind her, along with the crashing of underbrush as the predators chased her. Jenna’s breath caught in her throat, and she wheezed as she pumped her legs. Branches slapped at her body.

At last, she emerged from the forest into a moonlit glen. Waving fronds of tall grass provided no concealment. The noise of pursuit grew closer. She turned and took two strides when something hit her from behind and took her down to the grass. She screamed.

She struggled, expecting sharp teeth to tear into her. Her dazed mind suddenly realized it wasn’t fur and claws that held her down, but flesh and hands. Powerful hands that gripped her wrists and pulled them above her head, stretching her body beneath a very masculine one-make that a very aroused one.

Jenna quieted and opened her eyes. Night still reigned, but out here in the clearing, the moon illuminated the face of the man who’d tackled her. Familiar green eyes stared back at her.

“You’re one of the brothers,” she whispered. The impossibility of meeting him made her relax. She had to be dreaming, albeit quite realistically.

Straight white teeth with pronounced canines flashed in a wide smile. “Well, hello there. Nice to finally meet you. My name is Derrick.”

He followed up his introduction with a thrust of his hips, and heat coiled through Jenna at the feel of his cock nudging at her clamped thighs. Her nipples tightened as he moved over her, the hair of his chest tickling them. She blushed-unseen she hoped-in the dark.

Suddenly, the weight on her body that had her thinking naughty things disappeared, and she heard cursing and thumping. She jumped up to see Derrick and another naked man rolling on the ground hitting each other.

“Stop it,” she cried. But the pair kept tumbling in the grass. Forking two fingers in her mouth, she whistled. The strident sound stopped the combatants and, untangling themselves, they stood to face her.

Holy fuck. Apparently the story of the Wolfgang brothers had made an impression on her for standing in the flesh-albeit dream flesh-were Derrick and Mark. Looming hunks of maleness with chiseled abs, tapered waists, muscled thighs and arms, and to her embarrassingly horny imagination, two very well hung cocks.

They stared back at her, the one whom she thought was Derrick with a cocky smile full of promise, and the other with a longing in his eyes that made her wet even though he hadn’t touched her.

Derrick sniffed the air. “I smell something good, Mark.”

Jenna blushed. Surely they couldn’t smell her arousal. Apparently, her dream had other ideas because their cocks lengthened and thickened in ways that made her cunt tremble in lust.

“Listen. I know this is a dream and all, but do you mind not looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” asked Derrick walking towards her with masculine grace that made her want to jump on him and devour him. He’s like a walking sex ad.

“Like you’re going to e-eat me,” she stammered taking a step back. Dream or not, this was pretty heavy stuff, even for her.

“But I do. I want to taste every inch of you,” said Derrick with glowing eyes.

Mark grabbed his brother and stopped him from moving forward. “I apologize for my brother’s lack of manners and for disrupting your dream. We didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s our first attempt at dream walking and apparently we have much to learn.”

Jenna frowned, squashing her disappointment. “Dream walking? I don’t understand.”

“It’s complicated-”

Derrick interrupted his brother. “We need your help.”

Jenna smiled. She sure hoped she remembered this dream. It would make an interesting scene in her next book. “Help you how?”

“Get our bodies back.”

“But you’re dead.” And digging up some corpses did not sound like fun. She truly had a sick mind, even in sleep apparently.

“Not exactly. We were placed in limbo by a witch,” said the serious-looking Mark.

“This is getting better and better,” giggled Jenna. “Let me guess. We need to have wild monkey sex, and poof, you’ll be living men again. Damn this is going to make a great book.”

Quicker than she could follow, Derrick grabbed her. He pressed her against his hard cock. She forgot to breathe.

“This isn’t a joke, Jenna. We’ve been trying to get your attention since you moved in. You need to find the spell that did this to us and reverse it.”

Jenna sobered. “Let’s say I even believe you. Where would I find this spell?”

Derrick kept her pinned against him and spoke over her shoulder. “I don’t know if I like this plan, Mark. She’s just a tiny thing. She could get hurt.”

Before she had a chance to retort-no one had ever called her tiny, not with her childbearing hips-an equally nude and aroused male body pressed up against her back. It was enough to make a girl swoon and Jenna almost did, her knees buckling at the sweet heat that flashed through her. Two sets of hands and bodies held her up. She closed her eyes, wallowing in the decadence of the attentions of two men. Her arousal soaked her pussy.

“Fuck. I can’t-” Derrick claimed her lips in a scorching kiss. His mouth caressed hers while his brother licked her neck in exploration. She moaned into Derrick’s mouth.

Jenna fell into a swirling well of pleasure. The sensations of their lips and tongues made her mindless. When the twins tried to pull away with matching strangled groans, she clutched Derrick’s face and wiggled her bottom back against Mark.

They couldn’t resist. They dove back in for more, their embraces frantic with need. She found herself on the ground, their hot mouths latched to each of her breasts.

She panted, writhing as their wicked tongues swirled around her nipples. Who cares if this is a dream? This feels so fucking good. She clasped both their heads and gyrated her hips in need. Dream or not, she wanted them to touch her. Fuck her.

Though it was only a fantasy, she wondered what making love to two men at once would feel like.

“No,” gasped one of her dream lovers. “Derrick, stop. We have to tell her more before it’s too late.”

Too late for what? She was consumed with aching, unfulfilled need as they rolled away from her and helped her stand on shaky feet.

Jenna blinked at them dazedly, not understanding why her subconscious made them stop. It’s my dream. Why the fuck aren’t they making love to me? I can tell they want to. Their erections stood proudly from their groins and she reached out to touch one, only to have it move back out of reach. A distressed sound came out of her lips. She was so damned horny. Why wouldn’t they let her play?

“Jenna, sweetheart. Please, you have to listen. I promise when we get our bodies back we’ll make love to you until you can’t walk, but right now you have to listen.”

Jenna crossed her arms over her chest. “And if I don’t want to listen? This is my dream. Maybe I’ll just wake myself up and finish what you started.”

That got their attention. Their jaws literally dropped.

“She is so fucking made for us,” said Derrick in a thick voice.

“Yes, she is,” agreed Mark. “Now listen, Jenna. You’re going to have to look up witch spells and find one that can put somebody in limbo.”

“And just where am I supposed to find a spell? I don’t exactly have a little black book of spells, you know.”

“Google it, “said Mark dryly. “Then find out how to reverse it.”

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”

Mark was the one to grab her this time. “I’m serious, sweetheart. This isn’t a dream. Well it is, but my brother and I are quite real. Kind of. Damn it, just do it.”

“Great, my dream is being haunted by horny brothers.”

“We’re not real ghosts. Could a real ghost do this?” Derrick leaned in and nipped her neck hard.

The pain woke Jenna and unlike her previous dreams, this one remained quite vivid-from the conversation with the Wolfgang brothers right down to the feel of their erect cocks pressing against her.

“Make me horny, will you,” she muttered throwing off the comforter. She shimmied out of her pajama bottoms and underwear and spread her legs wide.

“I hope you’re watching,” she said. Then she touched herself.

Derrick dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed and watched Jenna masturbate. He wasn’t the only dumbfounded one. Mark couldn’t resist the show either and knelt beside him.

He wasn’t sure when he began to stroke his cock in time to her rubs over her clit. He was hypnotized at the way she pleasured herself, her nimble fingers touching her slick flesh, her moisture just begging for a hot tongue. Derrick pumped his shaft and moved to sit between her legs.

“What are you doing?” asked Mark hoarsely.

“Getting off. You should do the same.” He continued to work his cock right over the quickening movements of her hand. Her face was beautiful, her eyes shut and her mouth open, panting.

“Come for me baby,” he crooned, not caring if she could hear him. He knew she was close; he could see it in her face and in the tenseness of her body. For the first time, a hand job wasn’t enough. He wanted to pretend for one moment that he was buried inside her.

When she thrust her pelvis up on the brink of her orgasm, he pumped his ghostly cock forward and penetrated her with his spiritual flesh.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes, and for a moment, Derrick could have sworn she saw him. Then she came with a keening cry, and insubstantial as he was, the pressure of her release around his ghostly cock was enough to make him come too.

Oh, fuck. If she can affect me like this even in limbo, it’s going to be insane when I finally get to touch her in person.

Chapter Five

The next morning, accompanied by a constant cold freeze as she dressed, showered, and ate breakfast, Jenna couldn’t stop thinking of the dream-and the aftermath.

My imagination. It has to be. I don’t believe in ghosts and magic. But trying to believe that was becoming difficult because, even if one ignored the ghostly caresses on her skin, she could no longer ignore the doors that swung open at her approach, the picture frames that rattled, the drapes that fluttered, and the myriad other poltergeist-type acts.

What about when it felt like one of them fucked me last night while I was masturbating? She must have still been asleep when she imagined it.

She decided to go on as if she hadn’t had the freakiest dream and night ever. But the ghosts she didn’t believe in wouldn’t stop bugging her. The third time she felt a cold swipe at her groin, she threw up her hands. “Fine. I’ll Google it. You happy now?”

No one replied, but a tingly air-kiss on her neck made her skin goose pimple and her nipples poke holes through her t-shirt.

She booted up her laptop on the dining room table and typed in ‘witch spell’.

“Holy fuck. 3,010,000 results.” That was about three million nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine more than she wanted. She needed to fine-tune her search, so she added the word limbo and only got ninety thousand four hundred entries. She twiddled with the search terms and became engrossed in her research, amazed at the amount of websites devoted to witchcraft.

On a whim, she typed in “witch Twin Dales”. To her surprise, a listing came up for a shop in the town itself. She clicked onto the website and found an online store for all types of witchy items from charms to potions and more. She looked at the contact info and stared at the picture of the blonde ice queen she’d bumped into. Clarissa Mayweather.

Crap. It figured the bitch she’d run into was the one person in town she really needed to talk to. Her curiosity was completely roused though, so like her or not, she was the closest witch around. Jenna shut down the laptop and grabbed a jacket. She opened the door, but a cold wind pulled it out of her hands and slammed it shut.

“What the fuck!” She glared around looking for ghostly culprits that she didn’t believe in. Not believing didn’t stop her from getting mad. “You asked me to find a solution to your problem so why the hell aren’t you letting me follow through?” No one answered of course. She grabbed the door handle and pulled. At first she met some resistance, but flesh and blood were no match for an overactive imagination, and she managed to wrench it open and stalk outside where the late afternoon warmth dispelled the chill of inside.

“Men.” She snorted. “Even dead, they just can’t make up their minds.”

Derrick and Mark watched from the window with matching appalled faces as she drove into town to meet the witch who’d banished them.

“Fuck, this is bad,” said Derrick. In a fit of rage and impotence, he punched the wall, ineffectively since his hand went right through the plaster.

“We forgot to warn her,” said Mark, disgust in his tone. “I let myself get distracted and now she’s walking straight into danger.”

“We’re both guilty of that. If she makes it back, we need to visit her dream again tonight and tell her of the danger she’s in.”

The waiting might have killed them if they’d had real bodies. Their little mate was about to unknowingly beard the dragon in its den, and they both feared for her safety.

* * * * *

Jenna parked in front of the witchcraft store. Like the other establishments on the main street, it had a certain nostalgic charm with its large, plate glass window decorated with Halloween witches on brooms. She opened the ornate wooden door replete with a bell that tinkled as she entered.

Inside, a medley of smells from heavy incense to pungent herbs overwhelmed her. Stones of all sizes and colors glittered in bins and hung on chains, while labeled vials of different colored liquid lined the shelves. A curtain at the back parted and the proprietress stepped forth.

Clarissa appeared shocked to see Jenna, a reaction she quickly hid behind a smile of greeting that never made it to her eyes. “Well, if isn’t our newest town resident. How can I help you today?”

“Hi. Sorry about the run-in the other day. My name is Jenna, by the way.”

“You may call me Clarissa.”

You may call me Clarissa? She’d twisted what should have been a friendly greeting into pure condescension. But Jenna wasn’t here to make a friend; she needed information-and possibly an exorcism. Bolstered by the evidence of the arcane around her, Jenna blurted, “I think I’m being haunted.”

Perfect brows arched high. “Really? And what makes you think that?”

Jenna blushed. She hadn’t meant to say that. After all, she didn’t believe in ghosts. But she’d run out of excuses for what kept happening to her. At one point when the impossible was the only thing left…

“I know it sounds crazy, but ever since I moved into that house, weird things have been happening.”

“Tell me more.” Clarissa’s eyes glittered and Jenna hesitated. “It’s all right, Jenna. I’ve had a feeling about that house for years. I mean, the boys were never found, so it only stands to reason their spirits would haunt the place.”

“I never said it was them.” And she definitely wouldn’t be mentioning the naughty things they did to her in her dreams.

“It makes the most sense,” said Clarissa shrugging. “No one else in their family ever died a violent death or went missing. Why don’t you tell me what those ghosts have been up to?”

Maybe it was because she was glad to tell the story to someone who didn’t think she was crazy, or the fact that Clarissa didn’t call the loony bin, but Jenna unburdened all the inexplicable things that had occurred from the cold drafts to the opening doors to the moving objects. However, she couldn’t bring herself to tell her about the dream and erotic touches. That was a little too bonkers even for her, and interested and friendly as Clarissa seemed now, Jenna didn’t quite trust her. Something about her just seemed off.

“So do you think it could be ghosts?” asked Jenna.

“I’d say there’s definitely some spiritual presence.”

“What can I do about it? Should I call a priest? Or…” Jenna hesitated then said it in a rush. “Is there a spell that can help them, maybe?”

Clarissa’s gaze narrowed on her. “Don’t worry about your little haunting problem anymore. Tomorrow is All Hallows Eve and a full moon so the magic will be especially potent. I’ll come over and get rid of those pesky ghosts for you.”

“This won’t hurt them, will it? I just want to help them.”

Clarissa chuckled, a sound that wasn’t altogether pleasant. “Oh, don’t worry, it won’t hurt one bit.”

Jenna shivered. Why do I get the impression I just agreed to the wrong thing?

Chapter Six

The brothers both heaved a sigh of relief when Jenna came through the door alone. They flew at her, badgering her with questions she couldn’t hear. She swatted at their spiritual bodies as if they were nothing but annoying flies.

“Would you stop that?” she finally snapped. “I’ve got help coming for you tomorrow. Just give it one more day and you’ll go wherever it is spirits are supposed to go.”

Mark grimaced and tugged his brother away from Jenna. “Damn. We don’t have much time. There’s got to be something we can do.”

“I know what I’m doing tonight.”

“What? Do you have an idea?” Mark looked at him hopefully.

“If we’re going to die for real tomorrow, I plan to make love to our mate, dream or not. I refuse to die without having had a taste.”

Mark wanted to chastise him for thinking of sex at a time like this, but Derrick had planted a seed in his mind. Suddenly all Mark could think and see was the two of them making passionate love to the woman they would never have. This could be his last chance to taste ecstasy before the end, for he had no doubt that this time Clarissa would end it.

And Mark had run out of ideas.

* * * * *

Jenna found herself standing in the field again-naked. However, this time she didn’t run, even when the green eyes approached her in the darkness. The wolves of the previous night did not make an appearance, just two extremely hot ghosts whose dream flesh tempted her and made her wet with desire.

She licked her lips as they approached, their lithe bodies moving with a grace and fluidity that made their muscles ripple. The looked at her intently. She shivered and her nipples tightened.

Derrick grinned at her suddenly. “I think she’s ready for us, brother.”

Mark just gave her a smoldering look and Jenna dropped her gaze to stare, mesmerized, at the pair of cocks that grew and bobbed temptingly in front of her.

“Like what you see?” Derrick asked in a husky tone.

Jenna blushed and swallowed. “I-um, talked to a witch today. She says she can help you guys out of here.”

Mark growled. “Don’t trust her. She’s the one who put us here. You must not approach her again.”

Startled, Jenna blanched. “But…she said…” Oh, fuck. Jenna felt like an idiot.

Strong arms enfolded her. “It’s okay. Just promise to leave before she shows up.”

Jenna wanted to protest and apologize, but Mark’s lips caught hers in a fiery kiss, and all coherent thought left her mind. Derrick’s scorching hot skin pressed up against her back. Sandwiched between the guys, she abandoned herself to pleasure. Thoughts of right and wrong, shame over her wanton desire for two men, everything vanished and the only thing left was pure passion.

Mark devoured her lips as if they were the tastiest meal, his lips sliding and caressing, while his tongue insinuated itself between her lips to duel with hers. Derrick nipped and suckled at the sensitive skin on the back of her neck, and when her knees gave way, his big hands spanned her waist and held her up. He ground his cock against the crack of her ass, a motion mimicked by Mark at her front. Their throbbing lengths seemed so impossibly big.

They lay her down and the silky tickle of the grass against her skin made her squirm. The boys positioned themselves on either side of her. It was Derrick’s turn to kiss her now, his fierce mouth claiming hers, while Mark branded her with a trail of caresses down to her erect nipple.

Jenna accidentally nipped Derrick’s lip when Mark’s hot mouth took her taut nub in his mouth, but her small bite only seemed to enflame Derrick who left her lips to torture her other breast. Their slicks mouths pulled and tugged at her aureoles and Jenna grabbed at their hair, while her lower body bucked.

A final hot suck, and Mark left her breast quivering and wet. He slid down her body, his lips tracing over the roundness of her belly to her short curls that marked the apex of her thighs.

Jenna watched Mark, her eyelids heavy with desire, while Derrick toyed with her nipples, twisting and tweaking them. Mark regarded her with smoldering green eyes and, with a small smile, he bent between her thighs and licked.

Jenna screamed. The blissful feel of his tongue flicking against her clit made her sex clench, and when he stabbed his tongue into her, she had a mini orgasm, her hot juices gushing.

Oh my god.

Mark nearly came at the taste of her, dream or not. He signaled for Derrick to take over so that he could calm down. Derrick eagerly complied, his dark head moving between her thighs and continuing the oral pleasure.

Jenna thrashed, her eyes shut, her face flushed. Mark’s cock jerked. He was so close to the edge, a state Derrick shared apparently, for he left off his feast long enough to gasp, “I can’t wait any longer. Mouth or cunt?”

Mark closed his eyes. What do I want? Jenna opened her eyes, her lids languorous with passion and when she licked her lips, she made the decision for him. Mark lay on his back, his cock jutting proudly.

Derrick scooped Jenna up and flipped her. With a startled cry, she braced her hands on either side of Mark’s hips. A bead formed on the tip of his shaft as she stared down at him.

He knew when his brother penetrated her as soon as her eyes widened. Mark cupped her face and guided her over his cock. He rubbed the swollen head over her lips. Taking the hint, she opened her mouth wide and took him in.

Oh, fuck. The molten wet feel of her mouth was paradise. Mark tried to hold on. He dug his fingers into the ground, but it had been so long. He opened his eyes to watch, but it was too much. The vision of her head bobbing eagerly, her wet mouth sliding…Mark shot his cream with a loud yell.

Derrick heard his brother cry out and fought to hold on a few more seconds. Her cunt gripped him tightly as he pumped in and out. He held onto her hips, driving himself into her welcoming softness.

Close to the brink, dream or not, he needed to claim her as his mate. He leaned forward and pulled her torso back. The sweet scent of her skin filled his senses and as his cock spurted inside her channel, he bit into her soft flesh.

The moment the metallic taste of her blood filled his mouth, he felt himself slipping away, his dream body fading till he awoke alone on the hard floor.

“Fuck!” Derrick stood up and looked at Jenna still asleep on the bed. He tasted her blood on his tongue and though it had been a dream, he sensed the mate-bond between them. One-half of the whole simmered with energy lacking only the matching mark from his brother.

Derrick sat on the bed and waited for Mark to emerge from her dream. The mattress sagged under his weight and with a shout of surprise, Derrick jumped up.

I felt that!

The noise, movement, or both woke Jenna. She opened heavy-lidded eyes and smiled lazily. Then she screamed and sat up.

“I can see you!”

“And about time too!” said Derrick, a brilliant smile bursting forth. “Hello, Jenna.”

“But how can I finally see you?”

Derrick waggled his brows at her and laughed when she blushed.

“But what about your brother?” she finally stammered.

“You need to go back. Tell him to claim you like I did.”

Jenna’s brow creased. “What do you mean ‘claim’?”

“You are our mate, Jenna. When I bit you at the height of my orgasm, I marked you as mine, Now Mark must do the same.”

“But I never agreed to that!” she said indignantly.

“We are fated to be together, you, me and Mark. Trust me, you’ll never lack for anything.” He traced a finger down her cheek and gave her a wicked smile full of promise.

“But what will people think?” she sputtered. “Don’t I get a say?”

“The town is used to our family’s ways. As for your say, are you going to try and tell me you don’t want us? I could prove you wrong if you’d like.” Derrick held her gaze while he stripped out of the clothes he’d worn for the last six years. At least in limbo they’d never gotten dirty.

Her eyes widened with every piece of clothing he removed and when he stood naked and erect, she swallowed.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to prove it can be even better in person than in a dream.” Or at least he meant to until a cold breeze drifted across his body. His brother had apparently woken too and noticed Derrick’s escape from the curse. “You need to go back to sleep and rescue Mark.”

She crossed her arms stubbornly. “And if I don’t want to?”

Derrick smiled at her dangerously. “Then I will make love to you till you pass out with exhaustion.”

She gaped at him, and once again her cheeks flushed with color. Derrick’s nose twitched as the sweet scent of her arousal drifted to him. With a growl, he lay down on the bed beside her. When she tried to scoot away, he turned to his side and latched a thick arm around her waist. With a swift tug, he pulled her into his body and spooned her, glad she wore pajamas. He feared the feel of her soft skin would have proven too tempting to resist, and his brother deserved his freedom. Now.

Once they were together again in the flesh, they would take their new mate till her only protest was, “Fuck me, ‘cause I can’t take it anymore.”

Chapter Seven

Jenna closed her eyes and just knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. Who could with a hunky naked stranger spooning her? Okay maybe not a complete stranger. After all, Derrick had haunted her since she’d moved in. Still, a ghost and dream lover was a far cry from the real thing. And now he wanted her to fall asleep and rescue his brother by letting him bite her. While making love to me. She squirmed when she thought of having to bend over for Mark and letting him pound his cock into her.

Derrick growled. “Sweetheart, if you keep doing that, I’m going to have to delay my brother’s rescue to make love to you.”

Jenna stilled even as her libido screamed, “Take me!” She’d never fall asleep at this rate, so it was with surprise that she suddenly found herself in the field again with Mark waiting for her.

“Thank you for coming back,” he said softly.

“Yes, well your brother didn’t really give me much of a choice.”

“I know this is quite a shock, and I assure you I didn’t know that to be free we’d have to claim you.”

“Are you telling me you wouldn’t have claimed me otherwise?”

Mark chuckled. “Oh, never fear. I would have claimed you. It just never occurred to me to do so in this form.”

“What does this whole ‘claiming’ thing mean anyway? I don’t get it.”

“My brother and I are special. You’ve read about our ancestors so you know for each twin set there is only one woman. Once we claim you, we will all three be together forever.”

Jenna wanted to protest. They barely knew her. How could they make that kind of promise?

He sensed her doubt. “We’re not like other men, Jenna. When we mate, we do so for life. There will never be another woman for us. We will be a family.”

Jenna gnawed her lip. It sounded so perfect. She wanted to believe him because she was drawn to the brothers. And by more than lust. But it was impossible to fall in love with ghosts.

He won’t be a ghost for long if I let him bite me.

“Fuck it. This is probably the craziest thing I’m ever going to do, but claim me, bite me. Do whatever you need to do.”

Jenna closed her eyes and waited to feel his teeth chomping. Instead, she found herself enveloped in a hug. Mark chuckled softly against her ear.

“Oh, sweetheart, thank you, but if you don’t mind, let’s have a little fun first. It will make our mating all the more pleasurable.”

He claimed her lips in a sweet embrace that made her swoon. Gently, he laid her down, his heavy body partially covering hers. His rigid cock pulsed against her thigh as he softly kissed her whole body.

He took his time with her, arousing her slowly, easing her worries. When his fingers finally slipped between her legs, she was wet and throbbing.

Still he teased her, tweaking her clit with his fingers then sliding them into her channel making her clench.

“Please, Mark,” she begged.

Only then did he finally settle himself between her legs, the thick head of his cock probing at her cunt. Jenna impatiently grasped his buttocks and thrust up. His shaft penetrated her, filling her up. She squeezed her pelvic muscles around his prick and he groaned.

The man had incredible control. He drove into her slow and steady, drawing out her pleasure till, like a taut wire pulled too tight, she snapped. Her orgasm hit her hard and she screamed with pleasure. Mark pumped her a few more strokes then went still inside her, even as his mouth found the hollow of her neck. He bit down sharply, the sudden pain nothing compared to the odd sensation as he sucked at her blood. Surprisingly, she had another orgasm. She clutched at him only to feel his body turn insubstantial. When she opened her eyes, he was gone.

Thoroughly startled, she woke up and found herself alone on the bed. Maybe it was all a dream. A movement caught her attention, and she looked over to see the brothers hugging and slapping each other on the back. Okay, maybe not a dream. Looks like they aren’t ghosts anymore.

One problem remained, however. She was alone with two very big, all-male brothers. It didn’t help that when they turned to face her, they looked hungry, which fed her desire. A flush spread through her body, moistening her sex. Feeling vulnerable and self-conscious, Jenna crawled off the bed.

Now what? “Well, um, I guess I’ll have to pack my stuff up so you guys can have your place back.” Jenna bit her lip to hold back tears. She’d grown quite fond of the house, but couldn’t in good conscience keep it. She wouldn’t hold them to their dream promises. Anybody in his right mind would have said anything to get out of that prison.

“You’re not going anywhere,” said Derrick stalking toward her with purpose.

“But this is your house.” Warmth coiled in her stomach as Derrick stopped just in front of her. He grabbed her waist and drew her near. Stranger or not, she couldn’t resist.

“This is our house,” Mark said from behind her, his body brushing up against her back.

Before she could open her mouth to say another word, they sandwiched her with their bodies and Derrick kissed her. If she’d thought her dream erotic, it was nothing compared to reality. Jenna sagged in their embrace, the myriad sensations too much for her to handle.

She didn’t know whose arms scooped her, but next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the huge four-poster bed. Derrick knelt between her legs and, with passionate green eyes, he pulled at her pajama bottoms, while Mark, at her side, tugged at her top.

“Wait. Shouldn’t we talk about this?” Jenna protested out of a sense of propriety. Surely this is wrong.

“No,” said Mark. “You’re ours, Jenna. We knew it from the moment we saw you.”

“We’re going to take you,” promised Derrick.

“Both of you?” she squeaked. Having it said out loud made her heart beat faster.

Wolfish grins answered her and even amidst her trepidation, her body trembled with desire.

Their hot mouths traveled all over her body with searing kisses that made her writhe. A heavy body straddled her upper torso and pinned her hands above her head. Helpless, she opened her eyes and stared up at Derrick.

“Suck me,” he said in a thick voice. He inched his hips forward and Jenna opened her mouth to inhale him. No sooner had she started sucking than a wet mouth latched onto her pussy and she almost bit Derrick’s cock as she bucked with pleasure.

Mark held her lower body down and tortured her cunt, licking and sucking her clit, while Derrick pumped her mouth, nearly gagging her.

Pleasure coiled and drove her to the brink of orgasm. To distract herself, she sucked Derrick harder, bobbing her head as well as she could in her position. But when Mark slid his fingers inside her and found her g-spot, she lost it. Convulsing, she screamed around the cock in her mouth.

The stroking didn’t stop though. The fingers in her pussy continued to rub her sweet spot and before the quivering had stopped, he brought her back to the edge. She wanted to cry out that she couldn’t take it anymore, but with her full mouth could only manage moans.

When she finally found her mouth empty along with her sex, she almost cried. The pressure in her body begged for release. Hands repositioned her until she was astride Mark, his swollen cock pressing against her pussy lips. Derrick clasped her waist and guided her down on Mark’s shaft until his thick hard length impaled her.

Jenna almost swooned. Thankfully, two sets of hands were there to hold her up and move her. Mark’s hands grabbed at her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Derrick’s hands moved to her hips and he rocked her back and forth atop his brother’s rod.

Jenna keened at the pleasure. Her clit frictioned against Mark’s pubes and his cock thrummed inside her, stretching and probing her with mind-numbing pleasure.

When she found her rhythm, Derrick slid one of his hands from her waist down the crack of her ass. She didn’t tense till he probed at her anus. She opened her mouth to protest, but Mark suddenly tweaked her nipples hard and she cried out instead. Derrick used this moment of distraction to penetrate her virgin hole with his finger.

The unexpected tight feeling pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm rolled over her in a powerful wave, her pelvic muscles contracting and squeezing blissfully as both cock and fingers pumped her, drawing out her pleasure.

The hands holding Jenna up moved and she slumped forward onto Mark’s chest, limper than a cooked noodle. But Mark wasn’t done, he thrust up into her, and with a cry of “Mine!” he came, shooting hotly inside her. Then he latched on to her neck and bit down. Sharp pain as he sucked at the wound made her pull away in surprise. But the pain disappeared quickly and was replaced with a strange vibrating energy. She gasped.

She didn’t have a chance to ask about this odd sensation for she found herself on her back again with her legs propped on Derrick’s shoulders. With a hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside her still quivering channel.

Jenna cried out. Surely, her body couldn’t take anymore. But as Derrick plowed her, his thick shaft plunging deep, she got caught in another trembling orgasm.

Overcome, she barely registered when Derrick bellowed his own claim of “Mine” and spilled his seed inside her. And she lacked the strength to protest when he bit the other side of her neck. Jeez, what do they think they are, vampires?

That thought and others drifted from her tired mind and body. She fell asleep as they spooned around her protectively.

Chapter Eight

Jenna woke to the feel of two bodies pressed against her. For a moment, mortification flushed her cheeks red. Oh my god, what did I do? But the remembered pleasure made her body tingle, and wetness gushed between her thighs. As if that were a signal, distinctly male fingers stroked through her curls.

She opened her eyes and saw two dark tousled heads leaning over her. And while the look in their eyes intrigued her, what really gave her pause was that they considered her theirs. Their mate. Am I ready for that kind of commitment with not one, but two guys I barely know?

Confusion swirled through her mind, as did an odd sense of coming home, because regardless of her misgivings, she couldn’t deny a sense of belonging and connection. It gave her the courage to be naughty. “You know,” she said sliding a hand down each of their muscled torsos. “I could have sworn you’d said that having wild monkey sex wasn’t needed to break the spell.”

They laughed, a deep masculine sound that made her shudder.

“We were wrong,” Derrick said. “Delightfully so. Tell you what, from now on, no matter what ails us, we promise to try wild sex before anything else.”

“Hmm,” she said smiling back. “In that case, I’ve got an ache that could really use some fixing.”

And fix it they did, in a shower that left her clean even if the things they did to her were dirty.

After the shower, it turned out the boys could cook up a storm in the kitchen as well. Jenna sat in the living room while they stood shirtless and barefoot in front of her.

Mark wore his serious look again. “Fun as last night and today have been, we need to take care of one last thing to make sure nothing interferes with our future and your happiness.”

Jenna frowned. “You mean letting the cops and everyone know you’re still alive?”

“No, that will come tomorrow or the next day. I mean Clarissa. We have to stop her before she can do something worse.”

Jenna wondered what could be worse than banishing them to limbo, and it wasn’t until she realized they were watching her with worried looks that she caught on. “You think she’d hurt me?”

“Not if we can help it,” growled Derrick. And then Derrick’s body melted.

That was the only word for it. The jeans he wore split and fluttered to the floor while his body distorted and grew hair. When the process was done, a large black wolf stood in his place.

Jenna let out a cry and her eyes grew wide. “What the fuck just happened?”

“I thought you knew from reading the stories. We’re werewolves, Jenna.”

“But-but, werewolves are a myth.”

Mark just shook his head with sad eyes, and then he too changed.

Jenna’s jaw dropped and she swallowed hard, suddenly scared of the two men she didn’t know at all, no matter their sexual chemistry.

Together the wolves approached her, and Jenna backed up on the couch, her heart racing. When one of them nosed her, she flinched. Slowly they backed away and left the room.

Jenna, however, couldn’t escape her fear. Oh my god, I’ve been claimed by werewolves.

Mark’s heart ached at the look of fear in Jenna’s eyes when they shifted. He reassured himself with the thought that everything had happened so quickly, and that given time Jenna would come around. She is our mate. She will accept us, both sides of us-eventually.

In the meantime, they needed to ensure her safety-and indulge in some revenge. The witch had to die.

Exhilaration filled him as he ran in wolf form for the first time in six years. He howled, a sound his brother echoed. Powerful legs pumped and their furry bodies sped through the quickly falling gloom.

For six years, they’d lost their connection to their beasts. Joined together again, as if absence made them stronger, they thrummed with barely restrained energy. An energy augmented by the claiming of their mate.

Arriving in town, they slowed their pace and, slinked through the shadows and back alleys until they reached Clarissa’s shop. Shifting back to human form, Derrick shouldered the back door of the shop open. A splintering crack sounded as he broke the wooden door and gained access. They quickly found the stairs leading up to Clarissa’s apartment; stealth was no longer an option. The noise of their entrance would have warned her. Her door was unlocked and they spread out into the rooms. But it was quickly evident she wasn’t there.

A ball of dread settled in Mark’s stomach. They’d missed her and he knew exactly where she’d gone.

Derrick came to the same conclusion. “Fuck. We have to get back. Jenna’s in danger.”

Mark cursed his stupidity in leaving Jenna alone. They’d both been so eager for revenge, they hadn’t even given thought to the fact Jenna was defenseless. They barreled out of the shop, their bodies melting into their wolf shape as they flew out the door. They ran for their house as if their life depended on it, because it did. Without their mate their life would stretch bleakly, and it would mean the end of their line.

Panting and pushing themselves harder than they’d ever run before, they made the trip back in record time.

It still wasn’t quick enough.

Chapter Nine

Jenna paced the living room, her mind churning over everything that had happened. I can’t believe they’re werewolves. The book had been true, though having seen it with her own eyes, she still had a hard time believing. The idea of magic and witches, of men who could turn into beasts, it was just too much for her logical brain to take. She did realize, however, that she needed to make a decision.

Do I stay or go? If she left, she’d be starting over again. Alone. Not a big deal; she’d done it before. But if she stayed, the guys expected her to live with them as their mate. Not one of them, but both of them. In essence, she’d be married to two very virile men, men who happened to change into giant wolves. And she’d just bet they howled at the moon.

Even if she could accept the fact they went furry every so often, the whole living in an open threesome made her squirm. What will people think? Jenna had never thought of herself as someone who cared, and had the situation been temporary, she probably wouldn’t have batted an eye, but forever? What about if they had kids? Would other kids pick on them because of their living arrangements? Although, history seemed to indicate the town had accepted their family in the past. But then another scarier thought struck her. Oh, god, if we have kids, will they be werewolves too?

Jenna recalled the two big wolves the boys had turned into. Vivid green eyes, thick dark fur, and really big fucking teeth. But if she forgot about the movies, what did she really know? The wolves hadn’t harmed her. No, instead, they’d looked hurt when she’d cringed from them. So if she didn’t fear them eating her, what was there to be scared of?

Nothing but the actual commitment itself. It seems too soon to make that kind of decision. I barely know them, and most of what I learned was in a dream. But I can’t deny how they make me feel. Wild and alive, cherished and beautiful. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, nor did I think it would happen with two men instead of one, but if I’m honest with myself, I have to admit I don’t want to leave. I want to be with them. I want to experience the love-both emotional and physical-they’re offering.

As soon as they came back she’d tell them. She settled herself in a chair to wait, but within minutes, she heard the doorbell.

Her heart raced. They’d just come in, wouldn’t they? Could it be Clarissa? No, the guys were pretty determined to take care of her, something Jenna preferred not to think about. Then logic kicked in. It’s Halloween. Shoot, I’ll bet it’s trick-or-treaters, and I forgot to buy candy.

She grabbed her purse and searched for change to hand out while walking to the door. However, it wasn’t a midget-sized ghoul or goblin, but a sneering blonde witch who shoved her way in.

“I don’t need your help anymore,” stammered Jenna, dread forming an icy ball in her stomach. “Turns out it was just, um, pipes. Yeah, air in the pipes. No ghosts here.”

Clarissa laughed, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard. “Oh, please. I can see I’m too late. You somehow managed to free them.”

Jenna backed up, breaking out in a cold sweat. “You should leave. The guys will be back any second, and they won’t be happy to see you.”

Clarissa rolled her eyes. “Now there’s an understatement. But you see, I think I’ve got a better plan. You’re their mate, aren’t you?”

“N-no.” Jenna stammered, not liking the calculating look in her eyes.

“Liar. Have you bonded with them yet?”

“What?”

“Did they bite you?”

Jenna’s eyes widened. She knows what they are.

“Your face says it all. Perfect. You see, I thought putting them in limbo would make them bow to my will, but that failed. But if I were to put their mate in limbo or threaten something equally horrible, what do you think? I’ll bet they’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Jenna’s mind raced, looking for a way to keep Mark and Derrick out of the trap Clarissa planned, but she waited a second too long. Clarissa began chanting in a strange language. A cold wind stirred. Jenna tried to run, but found herself frozen in place. Even worse, her feet left the floor and she drifted up.

Clarissa chuckled nastily and moved further into the room until she stood beside Jenna’s floating body. Jenna wondered for a moment if she’d gone ghosty, however Clarissa grabbed one of her legs, tugging her down from the ceiling where she bobbed like a helium balloon, and Jenna inwardly sighed with relief. Not that hanging in the air frozen is any better, but at least the guys can see me. Speaking of which… A shaggy head poked through the archway.

With bared teeth and a rumbling growl, the large wolf stepped into the room followed closely by his brother. They were truly huge and intimidating, but at the same time possessed a wild beauty. Even better, they wanted to protect her.

“Stop where you are,” ordered Clarissa. She grabbed a handful of Jenna’s hair and yanked. Jenna blinked back tears. “It looks like we both have something the other wants. What do you say we do a trade? The girl’s life in exchange for your were power.”

With her head tilted back, Jenna couldn’t see, but she heard Mark. He must have shifted back. “It’s over, Clarissa. You would have been smarter to leave town than threaten our mate.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I have the upper hand, not you. Now, give me your word and I won’t hurt her.” Clarissa punctuated her threat with a vicious tug. Jenna cried out and tried to move a hand, an arm, anything, but the damned bitch had her paralyzed.

And that really pissed her off! Problem was she couldn’t do anything about it.

Derrick watched as Clarissa threatened his mate. The bitch! He’d been angry at what Clarissa had done to him and his brother, but now he was absolutely fucking livid. However, he knew something Clarissa didn’t. The mating bond did more than mark a relationship, it gave them access to extra powers, like the ability to shield himself and his mate from the magic Clarissa thought to use.

With a snarl, Derrick leapt at the witch’s throat, focusing his were magic around Jenna. Mark, in tune as usual to his thoughts, spun a shield in front of him as he lunged. The stupid witch didn’t realize her error till too late. She chanted the end of her spell, but it hit their shield and bounced back onto her. And like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz, Clarissa melted into nothing with a stream of ugly screams.

The witch’s final shriek had barely faded when he scooped up a white-faced Jenna. With Mark hot on his heels, he trotted up the stairs. To his surprise, she wound her arms tight around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I freaked when I saw you change,” she whispered.

“No problem.”

“I promise not to be so freaked out next time.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” He grinned down at her startled face and lay her down on the bed, his hands along with Mark’s divesting her of her clothes. “Sweetheart, only an idiot wouldn’t be scared of a wolf, let alone two. And we shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that. Now, if you don’t mind, I feel an urgent need to check you for injury and lick every inch of your body.”

“Ditto,” said Mark whose wet tongue began an immediate wet sweep of her neck. She shivered.

Derrick rolled over and grabbed the bottle of oil he’d stashed on the nightstand earlier. Time to show her a true ménage.

Jenna forgot her fear and her name; the only thing left was the building rapture in her body. Two mouths and two sets of hands could really accomplish a lot. She’d given up trying to figure out who was doing what and just closed her eyes to savor the pleasure.

A warm mouth sucked at her breasts, nipping and tugging at her nipples until they peaked. Another mouth lapped at her wet sex, a hot tongue spreading her lips to stab into her. She couldn’t move for they had her pinned with their heavy bodies and hands.

It feels so decadently good.

When they finally let her up, they sat her atop Mark’s cock. She smiled. He looked so deliciously rumpled lying there with his eyes half closed. She leaned forward, pushing down on him as she nibbled one of his flat nipples. He sucked in a breath. She swirled a tongue around his nub before switching her attention to the other one.

A cold liquid dribbled down the crack of her ass and she sat up with a gasp. She turned to look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?” she asked Derrick, whose fingers spread the oily substance against her puckered hole.

“Preparing to fuck you.”

Her eyes widened as she understood his meaning. “But…”

Derrick kissed the protest from her lips. “Trust me,” he whispered.

“Trust us,” said Mark, tweaking her nipples.

She turned back toward Mark, and Derrick’s hand in the middle of her back pushed her down until Mark’s arms wrapped around her. He caught her lips and kissed her breathless, but Jenna was too aware of Derrick’s fingers probing at her tight ring. He slipped one finger in and she went still, her body tensing.

Mark nipped at her lips and gyrated his hips, swirling his hard cock inside her. Jenna gasped and, for a moment, her muscles relaxed.

Derrick used this looseness to pump her lightly with his finger, and Jenna found herself moving in time with his thrusts, the sensation odd, but not unpleasantly so.

The digit popped out and Jenna kept rocking on Mark’s shaft, rubbing her clit against him. She felt something bigger probing at her anus and she whimpered in Mark’s mouth. Derrick took it slow, the thick head of his cock probing at her tight ass. When his swollen head slid into her anus, she froze, the stretching tightness uncomfortable.

“Push out,” he grunted.

Unsure how that would help, she nevertheless did as he said. The pressure eased enough that he slid the rest of the way in.

Jenna’s breath caught at the feeling. She was so full of cock, throbbing, wonderful cock. She was suddenly on the brink of an orgasm, and she wiggled her bottom looking for that extra something to push her over.

Her lovers gasped simultaneously, but they began to move inside her, like synchronized pistons, thrusting in and out. Jenna couldn’t have explained the feeling; it was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. And, oh, did she enjoy it.

She came hard, screaming against Mark’s mouth.

Mark gasped. “Look at me.”

She opened passion-strained eyes, the throes of her orgasm still roaring through her. He pumped her faster.

“Forever yours,” he moaned a moment before exploding.

Derrick knew his brother had reached his peak, a good thing because he held on to his own release by a thread. He leaned forward, and when he heard his brother’s declaration, made his own. “Happiness all our days.” Then he joined Mark in spilling his seed inside their mate.

The beauty and strength of their joining made him shake. He still couldn’t believe they’d found their mate and escaped their prison. It was hard to tell which made him happier.

But the day had definitely been exhausting and, like a pile of puppies, they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs.

One thought ran through all their minds before they fell asleep. It’s nice to be home.

Epilogue

Halloween had rolled around and as Jenna decorated the outside of the house, she hummed to herself while listening to her men argue over how to carve the pumpkin.

The past year had been both a delight and a revelation. The townsfolk, after getting over their shock at the brothers’ return, hadn’t batted an eye at their living arrangement. Mark confided in her that they weren’t the only special folk in town. Weird happenings and family situations were par for the course.

Her worries over sharing herself with two men seemed laughable now. The brothers never got jealous where she was concerned. Whether they made love to her as a pair or apart, their primary concern was always her pleasure. Not that she let them suffer. She gave as good as she got and then some. It was quite satisfying to see her two alpha males sprawled in sated bliss, their taste in her mouth.

As for Clarissa, no one ever asked what happened to her. A few months after she disappeared, her shop reopened with a new witch manning the counter. A plump cutie with whom Jenna had become great friends. So close, in fact, that Jenna was now looking for the right kind of man-or two-to set her friend up with so she could find the same bliss Jenna enjoyed.

A joy that was about to expand.

Jenna set up the surprise she’d planned since she’d found out, pulling out the special Halloween figures she’d purchased for this moment.

Big hands curved around her body and drew her into a solid body. Derrick nibbled her earlobe. “Whatcha doing, babe?”

“Setting up the family.”

She placed the two large black wolves on the wide railing. Smack dab between them, she put a smaller russet colored one, then on either side of that one, cubs.

“Which family, sweetheart?” asked Mark as he dropped a kiss on her nape.

“Well, let’s see, those two big ones are you and Derrick, of course. The small one is how I’d want to look if I was a wolf. And the two little ones…” Jenna smiled and placed her hands over her tummy.

Mark’s eyes bulged and Derrick went still behind her.

“Are you… Are you saying you’re pregnant?” Derrick whispered, his fingers digging into the flesh at her waist.

Jenna rolled her eyes. “Duh. Do I need to draw you both a picture?”

Then they ruined the moment.

Derrick turned her around carefully, like a fragile piece of glass. “Did you know you were pregnant when you climbed that ladder yesterday?”

Not to be outdone, Mark chastised her too. “And painting? What about the fumes?”

Jenna rolled her eyes at their overprotective attitude even as she basked in their attention. Damn, do I love them. Funny how what started out as a ghostly ménage turned into love, not once, but twice over. And I wouldn’t give it up for anything, she thought with a smile as they sandwiched her between their big bodies and kissed her breathless.

Author Bio

Eve Langlais is a Canadian in her mid-thirties who’s married with three children. She resides in a small town in Ontario where she works from home as a webmistress and customer service rep. She enjoys spending time with her family, playing Wii (Mario Galaxy II), reading tawdry romance novels, and writing even naughtier ones. She claims her stories come from the voices clamoring inside her head. Discover what else her twisted mind has devised at http://www.evelanglais.com.

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Content

Eve Langlais
A Ghostly Ménage

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

Author Bio