Her Feral Destiny

White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny Ruth D. Kerce

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White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny

Ruth D. Kerce

Seduced by wolves twice, Janie can’t forget Sawyer, Dall, and Cavan. During the Christmas holiday, she returns to Minnesota to finally solve the mystery behind the sexy wolf-men.

Sawyer, Dall, and Cavan are thrilled to see Janie again and give her an erotic welcome-back like only they can. But now, they must protect her from the danger she’s put herself in by returning.

Prologue

The cold wind blew fiercely through her hair, whipping it around her face. As the icy air attacked her skin and caused a chill down her spine, Janie hugged her coat tightly around her. The sun, though bright in the sky, gave no warmth to soothe her trepidation. Winter had arrived in full force and was determined to make things difficult for her. “Was this a mistake?” she murmured to herself. She could be home, enjoying eggnog and wrapping presents. Instead, she stood in the middle of nowhere. Since she’d left the gravel road, only snow and wilderness had filled her vision. Trees stood before her and a clearing behind. Movement in the sky made her look up. She froze in awe. Santa Claus? She blinked and the image disappeared. What was happening to her? Was this a dream? A distant noise caught her attention, and she turned swiftly. A massive black wolf ran across the snow toward her. Two large white wolves, almost lost in the snow’s glare, followed closely behind. Their barks filled her ears. Her heart skipped a beat, but she wasn’t afraid. Far from it. She raced toward them -eager, needy. All her doubts disappeared. She jumped a fallen tree branch and shifted into a majestic brown wolf, landing on all four paws as if she’d done it a thousand times. Without breaking stride, she continued running across the snow. Strength and freedom coursed through her. No longer did she feel cold, only invigorated. She loved the power her new form gave her. She greeted the three male wolves with enthusiasm. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she rolled submissively onto her back. Their barks turned to excited yips. Each male nuzzled her in turn. Once they’d sniffed each other in greeting, they excitedly joined together as one pack and continued running. A herd of reindeer scattered across their path, and she marveled at the sight. Okay, maybe they were caribou or even just forest deer. But given the holiday, she chose to believe in the fantastic and Christmas miracles. She followed the males across the snow-covered hills to a cave in a distant mountain. They all collapsed on a pile of pallets. One by one, they shifted back into human form, breathing heavily. The exhilaration surrounding them had turned palpable and grown stronger with each mile they’d run. After shifting, the feeling hadn’t dissipated. “I feared I wouldn’t find you. That was incredible.” She looked down at herself, amazed at her seemingly effortless ability to become a wild creature just by wishing it so. “I’m naked.” Her gaze drifted to the men. “We’re all naked.” “Shifting does that,” the formerly black wolf stated. The alpha. Their leader. “We’ll retrieve your clothes later. We’re glad you’re home, Janie.” She rubbed her arms. “I’m cold.” “We’ll take care of that too.” He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. “So soft. Just as I remember. We’ve missed you.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. The other two men caressed her back and legs. She welcomed their touch. The feel of their hands warmed her immediately and caused a sexual need deep inside. A need no wholly human male could satisfy, only them. She lay down and spread her legs wantonly, inviting their penetration. The lust in their gazes was unmistakable and matched her own needs. Her eyelids grew heavy as if she’d fallen into a drug-induced haze. Everything became fuzzy and confused in her head. The visage of the alpha leader hovered above her. “What --”

“Shh.” A huge cock slid inside her. His? She wasn’t certain whose it was, only that it sent her into pure ecstasy. She felt lips surround and suck one of her nipples. She arched her back. “Yes…” Suddenly she was tumbling over, and then she was on top of the alpha male. It was definitely his cock embedded in her pussy. She gasped in delight at the hard feel of him inside her. One of the others grabbed her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. She sucked the man in front of her with eager anticipation of what was to come, while riding the man under her like the wild bitch she was. When the third man spread her ass cheeks, she mewled. He squeezed her flesh as he impaled her. She felt no pain. Only an intense need for more. All three cocks inside her at once made her tremble. Each one so big -- so long and thick. She willingly submitted to the men’s erotic demands and allowed them to fuck her like savage beasts, completely feral, pounding into her body. The alpha male reached up and tugged on her nipples, then twisted them until she whimpered around the cock in her mouth. The man behind her slapped her ass. Once, twice, three times. Then, again, he shoved his cock deep. Sensation built upon sensation until they all peaked in ultimate pleasure. Each orgasm, one after another, sent her reeling. As one, the men howled their satisfaction. She let the cock slip from her lips. So delicious -- in more ways than one. Sated, they all collapsed in a heap. She felt out of energy and out of breath, but happier than she’d been in months. She hadn’t had a good fucking since they’d all been together last winter. After she regained her senses, she looked down at herself, disheveled and covered in come. “I’m a mess.” The dark-haired male nuzzled her neck. “We can shift into wolves and lick you clean.” One of the blonds, the one with the lightest blue eyes, massaged her back. “Sexy,” he murmured and lapped at her butt cheek. “Our hybrid tongues will make you come hard, Janie. Over and over.” Her body tingled at the thought, but she pulled away from them and sat up. That would be too much, too soon. “Maybe next time.” She got to her feet and headed to the back of the cave where she instinctively knew a pool of water lay. As she walked, the images around her began to fade. And that was the last thing she remembered of the erotic encounter.

Chapter One

Janie Merlot struggled against the grip of the two burly men. “Let me go! Who are you assholes? Why are you doing this to me?” They looked too well-dressed to be common thugs. Even so, anger gave way to fear and the uncertainty of her future. They’d refused to say more than a few words to her since they’d snatched her, which frustrated and terrified her even more. She never should have returned to Minnesota. She’d been in the woods, searching for a special cabin, where for the last two winters she’d had the best sex of her life with multiple wolf-men. Yes, she knew that sounded crazy, but it was true. She hadn’t hallucinated the events. Not twice. When she’d entered the clearing where the cabin used to stand, these two apes had jumped from the trees and grabbed her. Her bulky coat and heavy clothes had made it hard to fight, and they’d easily subdued her. They’d tossed her into a black truck and driven deeper into the snow-packed mountains than she’d ever been, past national park signs that warned visitors to go no farther. She had no idea why they’d taken her or how she was going to escape. While in the truck, they’d injected her with a sedative, which had given her the most vivid, erotic dream. A dream of the wolves. Of her being one of them, which was crazy. Now, back from the erotic dream and facing reality, it looked as if they stood in some sort of converted warehouse. Her knees wobbled and everything appeared slightly out of focus. Whatever they had given her hadn’t completely worn off yet. She didn’t even remember being brought in. A wall slid aside, revealing a narrow elevator. They dragged her inside, and after the doors closed, they descended. Crammed into such a small space, her throat tightened and she couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded so hard she feared she’d go into a full-scale panic attack at any moment. It seemed forever before the doors opened again. As soon as they pulled her out of the claustrophobic contraption and cool air hit her face, her senses cleared and she felt more like herself again. She saw a sign for a stairwell, and it spurred her into action. She kicked out at the men, trying her best to get loose. “Let… go!” If given the chance, and if she dropped her coat, she could probably outrun them. She was in good shape, and they were built like tanks. They cursed and held her tighter, oblivious to her boot strikes and determined in their task, whatever that was. One of them twisted her arm behind her. “Ow!” They pushed her into a semi-dark office where an elderly man sat behind a huge desk. A small Christmas tree with blinking lights sat in the center of a corner table. Though the holiday season was in full swing, the expression on the old man’s face was far from jolly. He looked like a ghoul -- gray complexion, gray hair, hollow cheeks, soulless eyes. A shiver borne of pure evil shook her, chilling her to the bone. “Is that her?” he asked the man on her left. His gravelly voice held a dark and menacing tone. “Yes, sir.” “A pretty thing. As reported. Very fuckable.” The other two men chuckled, and Janie’s heart skipped a beat.

He picked up a candy cane and sucked on the end, sliding it back and forth in his mouth. Slowly, he pulled the red and white stick from his lips. “Put her in with them.” “Are you sure, sir?” one of the goons asked. As if he had all the time in the world, the old man licked his fingers clean of the sticky sweet before answering. “Her imprisonment will make the others more cooperative. They will feel the need to protect her.” Others? They had other people imprisoned here. “Who are you?” Janie tried to sound strong, though she felt far from it. The man behind the desk was obviously the one in charge. The way he’d handled the candy cane seemed obscene to her, and way too creepy. He’d sucked the hard stick like one would a lover’s cock. She couldn’t help but fear what their plans were for her. “What do you want with me?” For a moment, she wondered if she were still dreaming, but only for a moment. All this was too real. “Answer me!” He smiled at her, the image far from friendly. His yellowing teeth intensified his terrifying visage, and his only response was a wave of his hand. The men pulled her out of the room. They dragged her through several sets of doors and down a corridor into a large, empty room with doors to other rooms along the perimeter. On each door hung a skinny, green wreath with no decorations. Not very festive. The place actually looked like a jail to her -- clean, but dull, gray and depressing. No, not a jail -- a low-end hospital or lab. The few people they’d passed had worn white coats, and she’d seen machines and equipment she hadn’t recognized. She looked around more carefully and spotted an insignia on the wall. Her heart jumped. Knowledge gathered, after months of research, kicked in. This was a government operation. One she recognized. Enigma Station -- the military facility she’d read about that housed some of the experimental Project Files. It had to be. Few details had been available online about the types of trials being conducted at the facility, but the location was right. “Unlock number three,” one of the men said into a handheld device. She heard a clang, then air releasing. A door slid aside, revealing a second door of bars. One man held her while the other approached this second room. “Stand back,” he ordered whoever or whatever was in the room. He unlocked the iron gate and pushed it open. “Bring her.” Her uneasiness grew as she neared the cage, feeling she might be facing her doom. She tried to pull away and almost managed, but in the end she was shoved inside. Three muscular, bare-chested men stood in front of her. Her heart clenched. “Oh!” She rushed forward and practically fell into the dark-haired man’s arms -- the man she’d been searching for. The one in her dream. Sawyer. The alpha leader. Two men -- both blond with blue eyes -- huddled around her, touching and stroking her hair and back. Dall and Cavan were the other wolf-men in what she now thought of as The Pack. “What are you doing here?” Sawyer whispered in her ear. Behind her, the iron gate slid closed, then she heard the outer door slide shut over that. “I came looking for you.” She pulled back and touched each man in turn. “The cabin’s gone.” “Burned,” Dall said, his deep blue eyes flashing. Cavan caressed her wrist. “You are hurt.” His light blue eyes held compassion, and she stroked his cheek with her fingertips. “Just a little bruised.” She glanced around. They weren’t in a cell exactly, as she’d expected. “What is this place?” Sawyer looked up to one corner where a camera hung from the ceiling. “Come.” He took

her hand and led her from the small, concrete-walled room into a caged, outdoor area. She glanced up and saw mountains on either side. A canyon. They must be down ten stories at least. They crossed a snowy expanse, and she almost chuckled when she spotted a snowman sporting a red cap and scarf. They entered a cave, and she saw bedding on the ground. Dim, artificial lighting glowed from the walls. She could barely make out a pool of water toward the back. The cave felt warm, which indicated heat being pumped in from somewhere. Oddly, it looked similar to her dream, but not as primitive. She pulled off her coat. Sawyer immediately took her into his arms and began pulling off the rest of her clothes. Janie tapped his chest with her palms. “Wait. We need to --” “Fuck. Everything else can wait.” The three men stripped her naked. Then they shed their own clothing. She didn’t protest. How could she when she’d wanted this for so long? From the look on the men’s faces, Sawyer had spoken the truth. They weren’t going to make love to her. They intended to fuck her. Her pussy moistened. Wasting no time, Sawyer moved behind her and gripped her hips. “Bend over a little.” She leaned forward slightly while Dall supported her, and Sawyer pushed his huge, hard cock into her pussy, burying himself deeply inside her. An incredible feeling! Dall kissed her mouth, plunging his tongue between her lips as he caressed her breasts. His thumbs brushed her nipples, sending waves of pleasure down her body. Cavan knelt between her and Dall, and he spread the lips of her pussy. Janie’s heart pounded, waiting for the touch of his tongue. His warm breath made her insides quiver. Finally, he lapped at her clit, rapid little strokes, making her legs weak from the sensations. If Sawyer and Dall hadn’t been holding her up, she’d have melted to the ground. She mewled, on the edge of a climax. Sawyer grabbed her hair with one hand and curled the fingers of his other hand around her hip as he fucked her hard. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled her ears. She broke the kiss with Dall. “Yes, Sawyer! Come inside me!” He thrust into her hard. “Fuck, yeah!” He stiffened and groaned out her name as he climaxed inside her. After he was spent, he gently pulled out his cock. He swiped his finger along her pussy, then stuck it into her ass. Janie stiffened. “Oh!” “Cavan,” he said in a soft voice. As Sawyer removed his finger and stepped away, Cavan stood and circled behind her. He grabbed her ass and immediately pushed his cock right into her tight hole. “Ah!” She gripped Dall’s shoulders, not expecting that, but loving it at the same time. “Enjoy, Janie,” Sawyer told her. She nodded, intending to do just that. She looked at Dall. “You too. Fuck me.” Dall’s eyes grew intense. He grabbed one of her legs and draped it over his hip, then pushed his cock into her pussy. He and Cavan buffeted her back and forth. “Oh, yes! Faster.” With Dall’s help, she wrapped her other leg around him which caused her ass to sink deeper over Cavan’s cock. “Oh-ah-ah!” Cavan groaned and dug his fingers into her hips. The two men thrust into her repeatedly, finding the perfect rhythm between them. “Harder,” Sawyer ordered. “Make her scream.” Janie looked down and saw him stretched out on a pallet, jerking his once-again-hard cock. “Yes,” she encouraged. “Do it.” She looked at Dall. “Fuck me hard! Both of you.” The

men growled and complied. She groaned as Dall and Cavan fucked her like savages. Their cocks felt huge inside her body. Cavan licked at her ear. “You like… my cock… in your ass?” he whispered, thrusting repeatedly into her. “Yes!” Her total submission to these men somehow freed her from all her past sexual constraints. “I love this rabid fucking.” Dall gripped her waist with one hand and reached between them with his other hand. He roughly rubbed her clit. “Ah!” Janie orgasmed, going wild. She came over and over. Once her ecstasy waned, Sawyer climaxed, and Janie watched the come spurt from his cock. Then he groaned and turned silent. She lay limp between Dall and Cavan. Even so, they continued to fuck her furiously. Finally, as one, they stiffened and shot their come into her ass and pussy at almost the same time. They all sank to their knees beside Sawyer. It was several minutes before anyone moved. Janie suddenly had a terrible thought. She glanced at the walls. “They’re not watching, are they?” “No,” Sawyer told her. “The cave has no monitors. You shouldn’t have come looking for us.” “What is this all about? I’ve been going crazy and doing nonstop research since I was here last. I couldn’t leave this alone.” “You need to rest now,” Cavan told her. “He is right, Janie,” Dall replied. “I don’t want to rest. I want answers. Answers about the three of you. About this place. About why I was brought here. I deserve to know.” They all stared at her in silence. Finally, Cavan sighed. “Yes, you should know.” Dall nodded and looked to Sawyer. “Tell her.” Dall got to his feet and brought over some cloths for them to clean up with. When Sawyer finished, he tossed aside his cloth and scrubbed a hand across his chin. “All right.” He mumbled something under his breath, then started to explain. “When you returned to the cabin a second time, they began watching you. Your presence made them nervous.” “Them?” “Agents. This is a government program known only to the highest officials. A military experiment to create new breeds, better breeds of soldiers who can infiltrate enemy territory undetected. We’re in the wolf division. It’s been in existence for years in various forms, using different types of hybrids as models. Dall and Cavan were two of the first injected with the wolf hybrid serum, which gave them enough DNA to shift into wolf form at will. Successful, but not perfect. They were given too much genetic material, which left them not as high functioning when in their human form.” She glanced over at Dall and Cavan. The sadness in their eyes touched her heart. Maybe that’s why they never spoke much. “I was brought in more recently and injected with a newer formula,” Sawyer further explained. “Still not perfect, but close enough to satisfy the scientists, and for the military to start creating soldier hybrids.” “Soldier hybrids…” Janie shook her head. “It sounds so implausible. If I hadn’t seen each of you as a wolf, I would say you’re crazy. How many other divisions are there?” “I’ve heard rumors of an avian division. But I’m not sure how many really exist.” “So how did you get involved with all this? Are you prisoners or volunteers?”

“We started out as volunteers and were scheduled to be released from the program when the main facility was moved to Montana several months ago. The new facility in the mountains there will house the next phase.” “I read about some facilities in Montana. Bitterroot?” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Since we’re civilians, they don’t tell us much. They’re supposedly recruiting soldiers for the program now though.” She took a moment, trying to process everything. “So why are we locked up? To keep us quiet?” “No, I think Dr. Hannigan is acting on his own, not with the military’s approval. I’m sure he went rogue, or crazy, and well, now we’re his prisoners with no civil rights and nowhere to turn. The military probably doesn’t even know we’re still here.” “Dr. Hannigan? Is he by any chance a ghoul-looking guy?” Sawyer chuckled. “Good description.” “He could make a reptile’s skin crawl.” Sawyer nodded. “Hannigan’s always been a bit odd in my opinion. When the program directors left him to tie up the loose ends, he instigated his own plans instead.” “Which are?” “My guess is he’s working for a foreign government.” That thought gave Janie a sinking feeling, not only for them, but for the country. “Can’t you shift and overpower him and his men?” “They’ve been too careful. So far. But because of the relocation and the Christmas holiday, they’re working with a skeleton staff. They’ll lower their guard sooner or later. When they do, we’ll make our move. Does anyone know you’re here? Someone who can help us when they realize you’ve disappeared?” “No. I’m doing independent contract work with my photography now, and I don’t have any clients set up until spring. I’d planned to take an extended vacation past Christmas. I told people I’d be traveling and would get in touch when I could.” Sawyer huffed out a heavy breath. “Damn. Too bad.” Janie suddenly felt exhausted by all the information and the ordeal she’d gotten herself into, not to mention the energy she’d just spent fucking. “I need a nap.” They all lay down on the pallets covering the ground. She cuddled next to Sawyer, where she always felt safest. She yawned and closed her eyes, not wanting to dwell on their predicament, at least for a bit, or she might burst into tears. Where was that Christmas miracle when she needed it?

Chapter Two

Sawyer stared down at Janie as she slept. She’d put herself in danger to find them. She’d sacrificed her freedom, and he had no idea if he could even get her out of here. He’d known getting involved with her would cause problems. But he couldn’t resist her any more than Dall or Cavan had been able to. She was different from other women. There was something primitive and feral in her DNA that his wolf genetics recognized. Dall and Cavan had probably recognized it too, deep down. He hadn’t been with any other woman since he’d fucked her in the cabin. He hadn’t wanted anyone else. Fucked. Accurate, but crude. It had been so much more than that to him. To all of them. Apparently to her too, or she wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to find them again. He stroked her arm with a gentle touch as he glanced around. Dall and Cavan had disappeared. Good. He wrapped his arms around Janie and held her close, happy to have her to himself for a while. Maybe that was selfish, but it was how he felt. She stirred, shifting in his arms. Their gazes locked and something grabbed his heart and wouldn’t let go. She blinked, then kissed him lightly on the chest as if she sensed his thoughts and feelings. She let her lips linger against his skin. He groaned, loving the warmth of her mouth on him, of her body against his. “You didn’t sleep long.” “I just needed to regain a little strength, so I could face things with a better attitude. Everything happened so fast.” Sawyer rubbed her pussy. He couldn’t be this close to her and not touch her. She squirmed and pushed her body against his hand. She was always so responsive. When she reached between his legs and circled his cock with her fingers, he sucked in a sharp breath and began to grow hard again. He couldn’t believe how easily she excited him. She rubbed him slowly, then a little faster in a steady rhythm that made each nerve in his body come alive. “I thought about you every night, Sawyer.” The breath he was holding whooshed out of him. “You make me crazy. In so many ways.” She pulled him on top of her. “I’ve dreamed of this reunion, fantasized about it, more than you’ll ever know. Fuck me again.” “As often as you want. Any way you want.” He slid his cock inside her pussy. “Ah, yeah.” He loved being inside her. She raked his ass with her fingernails. “Fuck me like you’re out of control. I’ve grown to crave the wildness of it.” “With you, I always feel out of control.” He thrust into her with abandon, getting as deeply as he could. She went wild beneath him, undulating and digging her nails into his back. He grabbed her wrists and held her down, fucking her the entire time. “Ah, yes!” She twisted beneath him. He plunged his cock into her pussy like a wild dog, randy for his mate. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. “Come!” “Oh! Ah-ah-yes!” Her body stiffened and bowed. “Ah, fuck yeah!” He climaxed with such force that his vision blurred, and all he knew was the ecstasy of his seed shooting into her. Their pleasure seemed to last an eternity. Finally, they collapsed in each other’s arms, and Sawyer held her close. He nuzzled her ear. “I love you,

Janie, more than my own life.” When she didn’t reply or move, he shifted to look into her eyes. They were closed, and her breathing had become soft and steady. She’d fallen asleep in an instant. He smiled and gently untangled himself from her. He got up and cleansed both their bodies. He liked taking care of her. After he’d finished, he lay back down and snuggled against her, letting his eyes drift closed until sweet oblivion swept him into his own dreams of love and freedom. ***

Janie awoke with a start. Sawyer was nudging her. An intense look marred his handsome features. “What’s wrong?” “I can’t find Dall and Cavan.” The tone in his voice caused her worry. She got up and dressed quickly. “Maybe the doctor took them while we slept.” “The door makes too much noise. I would have heard.” “They have to be here somewhere.” She followed him out of the cave. “I shifted and called for them, but there was no answer. And I can’t distinguish their last location by scent. Their odor is everywhere.” The center of the enclosure was open and obviously empty, so they walked the perimeter and searched along the mountain and fence lines. They looked behind every rock and structure. Nothing. Janie leaned against one of the mountain walls. “We’re missing something.” A hole caught her attention. She cocked her head. “What’s this?” Sawyer looked down and shrugged. “Hmm. Don’t know.” He knelt down. “It doesn’t look like a burial spot for anything.” He stuck his hand inside. “I can’t find the back. Wait.” “What?” “I feel cold air. There must be a cavern inside the mountain.” He pulled out his hand and turned in a slow circle, looking up and around. “What are you doing?” “We’re in a blind spot from the cameras.” “So?” “Dall and Cavan must have dug this. Step back. I’m going to shift.” As soon as she moved, in the blink of an eye, a large black wolf stood before her. It happened so fast that she could barely process what she’d seen. Even in his wolf form, she recognized him, for his penetrating green gaze touched her deep down, as if he could see into her soul. She reached out to stroke his thick fur. He pressed against her hand, then turned and disappeared down the hole. She dropped to her knees and looked inside. All she saw was darkness. She pulled back and glanced around the enclosure. It wouldn’t take Dr. Ghoul long to realize they all had disappeared. Though the fact that no monitors were located in the cave should buy them some time. Hopefully, they weren’t being continually watched, just checked on periodically. If so, the goons keeping them prisoner might think they were simply fucking the day away. Either way, she didn’t want to stay here and chance getting caught alone. If Sawyer could fit through the hole in his wolf form, certainly she could fit in her human form. She was taller as a human, but would be much more flexible. Her claustrophobia was the only thing that gave her pause.

“The heck with it.” She could do this. That was when she realized, after she crawled into the hole, why Sawyer had shifted. It was pitch-dark. Her human eyes virtually made her blind, and panic settled in. “Stay calm. Breathe.” She continued forward, feeling her way. Suddenly she tumbled into an open area. “Omph.” She lay on the ground, staying very still until she got her bearings. Fresh air hit her face. That must have been what Sawyer felt earlier. When she turned over and got to her knees, she realized she could see, not a lot, but enough to know -- or maybe she sensed -- that nothing was above her. Slowly, she stood up. Just like Sawyer had said. A cavern. There must be a way out of the mountain. The small amount of light was coming from somewhere, and it wasn’t from the hole she’d just tumbled out of. Unfortunately, without knowing exactly where she was, she had no way of knowing which direction to go. The lighter shades of darkness seemed to shift, confusing her. Maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her. She looked behind her. If she strayed too far from the hole, she’d end up lost. A far-off, muffled noise grabbed her attention. “Now what is that?” Her heart slammed against her ribs, as she realized the source. An alarm! Security must have already found them missing. They’d also discover the hole if they looked hard enough. She needed to get some distance. And to find Sawyer. With her arms stretched out in front of her, she started forward at a snail’s pace, hoping she wouldn’t run into a dead end. Even though she moved slowly, she thought she was making good progress. Shadows still played with her eyes, making her shake and hesitate in fear, but they didn’t stop her. After what seemed like an eternity, she stilled and listened. The back of her neck tingled. She wasn’t alone. Someone was watching her. Following her. She’d swear it. She heard something, just barely. Breathing. Coming nearer. Which way? As she prepared to bolt, she saw movement. “I told you to stay put.” She immediately relaxed. Sawyer. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. And actually, you didn’t tell me any such thing.” “Hmm. An oversight.” He grabbed her arm. “Come on. This way. I found Dall and Cavan.” Relief flooded through her. “Are they okay?” “They’re fine, and they found something. Or rather, they created something.” “Do you hear the alarm?” She glanced behind them, afraid they’d be set upon at any moment. “Yeah. We don’t have much time. Hurry.” She rushed forward with Sawyer at her side. The farther they went, the lighter it got. Finally, she saw a hole in the distance. Sunlight filtered through, illuminating the area. Freedom? Dall and Cavan, in their wolf forms, stood before it. Their paws were caked with dirt, as if they’d been digging. They jumped through the hole. Sawyer helped her through, then followed. Janie’s hopes plummeted. They were in an open area, but not free. They’d just managed to find their way into another area of the compound. “We need to get to the elevators,” Sawyer said. The outdoor area narrowed until they came to a tunnel. Not a good place to get caught. Dall, still in his wolf form, ran ahead. They all waited for his signal that the area was clear. She heard a small, distant huffing sound, and Sawyer pulled her forward. After they made it through

the tunnel, they passed through a door surrounded by green and red garlands and multi-colored Christmas lights. From the equipment she saw, they must be in a lab. “Just through those other doors now,” Sawyer said. “The elevators are in the hall.” As they started toward the far side of the room, the double doors flew open and several men rushed inside, followed by Dr. Hannigan. “Grab them!” he ordered. Sawyer pushed Janie behind him. Dall and Cavan jumped two of the men. Sawyer went for the doctor. Another man headed for Janie. She tried to stay behind Sawyer, but he was struggling with the doctor and moving too much. The man lunged at her and pushed her against a table. Something stuck her, going into her arm. She yelped. The sound drew Sawyer’s attention. He shoved the doctor away and came to her aid. He grabbed the guard from behind and threw him against the wall. “Are you all right?” he asked her. “I think I got stabbed with a needle.” His eyes widened. “Where?” He searched the table. “Which needle? How deeply did it go?” “Sawyer!” she screamed. Sawyer swung around. Dr. Hannigan had come up behind him with a scalpel. The two men fought for the instrument. They fell to the ground in the struggle. Dall and Cavan barked victoriously, standing over their downed guards. When they saw Sawyer in trouble, they quieted and growled low in their throats. They circled the two men. Janie’s heart pounded as Sawyer and Hannigan continued wrestling. Certainly Sawyer would defeat him. Hannigan was an old man, but apparently he was stronger than he looked. Suddenly, they both stilled, and she almost retched, thinking the worst. Sawyer rolled off the doctor. The scalpel was embedded in Hannigan’s heart. Relief flooded Janie. She rushed forward and helped Sawyer to his feet. “Are you all right?” “I’m fine. Let’s go.” Janie followed the others into an elevator and then out of the compound’s main building. She was grateful no guards were on duty where Sawyer led them. He obviously knew their schedules well. The alarm still blared though. More men would be after them at any moment. She stumbled as a wave of dizziness hit her. Sawyer grabbed her arm. “Are you all right?” She nodded, even though she didn’t feel right at all. Dall and Cavan ran ahead of them. She suspected Sawyer hadn’t shifted because of her. “How do we get out?” “There’s a gate for employees beside this building. I lifted the keys from Hannigan when he was down.” They rushed around the building, and she saw the gate. She heard shouting behind them. Guards were only steps away. Sawyer fumbled with the lock. Still, he managed to get it open, and they all rushed out. “You have to shift,” she told him. “It’s the only way you’ll escape.” “I’m not leaving you.” Dall and Cavan were already well ahead of them. Janie felt hot and not herself. She and Sawyer headed into the snow-covered field, following the other two. Sawyer pushed her forward. He stayed close, protecting her back. Dall and Cavan turned, as if just realizing they’d fallen behind. “Run, Janie!” Sawyer encouraged. “Faster!” “I can’t!” Her lungs were ready to burst. She jumped over a downed log, and everything changed in an instant. A rush of energy, power and strength filled her. When she landed, it wasn’t on two feet, but four. She immediately froze in panic. Then Sawyer was beside her in his

wolf form, encouraging her forward. Dall and Cavan joined them, and as one pack, they ran for their lives. Janie’s panic soon fled as they put more and more distance between them and their pursuers. Everything became so clear to her -- the sights, the sounds, even her own breathing and heartbeat. She followed the others to a cave in the side of the mountain. Just like in her dream. That was when she realized her dream hadn’t been a fantasy, but a premonition. That needle must have had wolf serum in it. Now she was one of them. Permanently? She didn’t know. She also didn’t know how to shift back to human form. She lay down on a pallet and curled up next to the three of them. She needed sleep. After she woke, she’d figure out what to do.

Chapter Three

Someone nuzzled her neck, bringing Janie awake. Sawyer. She recognized his scent. When she opened her eyes, she sat up with a start. “I’m human.” So was he, along with Dall and Cavan. And all of them were naked. “You shifted in your sleep,” Sawyer told her. “You’ll learn how to control it soon. Are you all right?” She reached up and caressed his cheek. “I’ll be fine.” She looked at Dall and Cavan, returning their smiles. She didn’t know what frightened her more -- being like them or not being like them. When Sawyer didn’t offer an explanation about how long one injection lasted, she decided to leave it at that and not ask. Whatever the future held, she’d face it with these men by her side. She did have another question though. “What is this cave? I saw it in a dream or a premonition.” “A premonition?” Cavan questioned, then smiled. “This is indeed your destiny then.” “It is our safe place,” Dall answered. “Now it is yours too.” “The cabin was always being watched,” Sawyer explained. “We found this place and made it a home.” Janie looked around and spotted something she hadn’t seen before. A small Christmas tree, decorated with pine cones and what looked like mistletoe or something close to it. “A tree?” “We kept busy while you slept,” Dall said. “We like Christmas,” Cavan added. “The holiday is about love.” “Yes,” Janie replied with a smile. “It is.” She leaned over and kissed Cavan, then Dall, and finally Sawyer. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her long and deep. Her body, which had grown cold in her nakedness, immediately warmed from the contact. She reached between Sawyer’s legs and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Dall moved her hair aside and began kissing the back of her neck. Cavan ran his tongue down the back of one of her legs, tickling her skin. Sawyer stretched out on his back. He pulled Janie on top of him. She straddled his hips and sank down over his cock. Every inch of his hard shaft felt exquisite sliding into her pussy. She sighed in ecstasy. Slowly she rode Sawyer as Dall and Cavan watched. “Join in,” Sawyer invited. The two men repositioned themselves on either side of her and sucked her nipples. She moaned and laced her fingers through each man’s hair. Her gaze locked with Sawyer’s. “You’re incredible. All of you.” When he reached out and grabbed her hips, the muscles in Janie’s pussy squeezed his cock. He thrust up hard. “Ah, yeah!” Dall released her nipple and stood up. He straddled Sawyer and wrapped his fingers around his cock with one hand while drawing Janie closer with his other hand on the back of her head. “Suck me.” She leaned forward and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, then slid her lips down to completely engulf him. “Yes. I will feed you my come.” Cavan repositioned himself behind her. He gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart. When she felt a tongue push inside her, she gasped. The tongue felt, well, not quite human. Her heart pounded fiercely, and she groaned at the sensation. Sawyer chuckled. “I think she likes that, Cavan. Lick her good.”

Several pulse-pounding and ecstasy-ridden minutes passed before Cavan pulled out his tongue and pressed his cock against her asshole. Slowly he slid inside. So much like her dream, her fantasy, her premonition. The three men fucked her as one. One pack. Together. The intensity of an orgasm built inside her. Sawyer, Dall, and Cavan were ready to come too. She recognized the change in their bodies. In that moment, all of them climaxed together. She swallowed Dall’s come, loving the taste of it. Her body shook. Her mind reeled. As Sawyer’s and Cavan’s come shot into her, she saw an explosion of colors before her eyes, and something special touched her soul. They all collapsed together onto the pallets. She lay tangled among the men, staring at the Christmas tree. She never wanted to move or for anything to change. She turned her head, and her gaze locked with Sawyer’s. “I love you.” She smiled and then looked at Dall and Cavan. “All of you.” Maybe she’d gotten that Christmas miracle after all. She didn’t know how shapeshifters -- hybrids -- would fare in the future. But she did know the four of them would be all right, for they were together, feral and free.

Ruth D. Kerce

Ruth D. Kerce loves to write and has been writing since she won a fiction contest in school for best story in the class -- a romance, of course. She’s published erotic and non-erotic romances, but now strictly concentrates on the spicy stories. Her first erotic romance was published in 2004. She writes in a variety of sub-genres of erotic romance -- contemporary, suspense, light BDSM, futuristic/sci-fi, paranormal and more. Her books are available in both electronic and print formats. You can reach her at [email protected] or visit her sites at: www.ruthkerce.com or www.myspace.com/ruthkerce or www.facebook.com/ruthdkerce.