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Blind Passion A Wolfman Tale Brannan Black The world fell apart after a virus killed billions and turned most male survivors into violent wolfmen. Five of us, my family, found refuge in an abandoned bomb shelter. Over the last three years I’ve lost them all. Now I’m trapped here. Alone. Food stores running low, I resolved I would not die down here in the stark silence of my burrow. I know there are dangers outside: wild animals, fatal injuries, and worst of all, the beasts that had once been men. Wild, feral creatures infected with a virus that turns normal men into half animal beasts. But I need to feel the sun on my face, hear the whispers of the wind as it caresses my skin. To smell the earth, the flowers, the freshness after it rains. To know life goes on outside my isolated tomb. It’s worth the risk of a horrid death for even one hour of such ecstasy. I never imagined coming face to face with two young beasts. They want my burrow -and me. And they aren’t planning to take no for an answer. It would seem my loneliness has ended. At least until they realize what a burden I will be. In a world where only the strongest survive, I’m excess baggage. Unless I can convince them otherwise.
Prologue A warm body slides along my own. Hot, hard, smelling of male musk. Want rises from deep inside my belly. My hands rove over hard plains of muscle covering his chest. In a light dusting of hair, I find what I’ve been seeking, his flat man nipples. A brush across them, and he gasps and arches into my hand. I tease circles around and over them with my fingertips, harder as he pushes into my hand. He cups my breasts, teasing my nipples hard. He slides down my body; trailing hot, wet kisses from my throat to my breast. I gasp at the intense pleasure his lips send zinging from my breast. He suckles me harder. Our bodies thrust and writhe against each other. Heat pools in my pussy. It aches for the release only he can give. I spread my legs, bending at the knee so I can thrust up against his hard body, rubbing, thrusting, grinding my clit on him. Warm, wet cream slicks my passage. Passion pools between my thighs, hot, demanding, ready. He slides up my body, the broad head of his cock teasing the sensitive lips of my pussy. More heat rises until a fire of desire consumes me. I grasp his hips, urging him deep. A single thrust, and I gasp, rising to meet… Nothing. I woke from yet another passion-filled dream. My pussy ached with desire. My heart bled from the emptiness that my life had become. Tears pooled in my eyes, and I curled around my pillow sobbing. How long? How long have I been down here in the achingly lonely safety of my borrow? Years, I think, at least three, since the world collapsed in the wake of a terrible virus that transformed good men into monsters. Years since my family sought refuge in this old fallout shelter that had later served as a hidden pot farm. My father, mother, brother and sister Jian were here in the beginning. Together we converted the shelter into a living space independent of the outside world. Almost independent. The virus
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still found us. It killed our father. Our brother? Gone without a trace. Our mother was torn to pieces in our old house tending both of them. We’d prayed it hadn’t been our own brother, maddened by the virus, who killed her. In the end, it left Jian and I alone, locked in the sheltered safety of our burrow. Now Jian was gone. How long? I had no way of really knowing. She’d made me promise to stay locked inside until she returned. Without benefit of sun’s rising and setting, I could only guess. Three months, give or take. Three months of no one to talk to. No sound but my own breathing and heartbeat. The shelter was so far underground no noise from above reached us. No breath of a breeze caressed my skin or carried fresh smells. Nothing but stale air and silence. Spent and empty as the last of my tears soaked into my lonely pillow, I decided it was time. My food stores were running low, and I resolved I would not die down here in the stark silence. I wanted to feel the sun on my face and the wind caressing my skin like the lover I longed for. I stifled a mad laugh, afraid once I started I’d never stop. It was dangerous out there. Beasts that had once been men roamed the streets, attacking anyone or anything they found. Wild animals and starving packs of abandoned dogs hunted whatever was left. Even a simple accident could mean death without medical help. I knew this. Jian had known this before she braved the hazards made worse by winter weather, but we couldn’t wait to restock our fuel stores. Without the generator, we had no electricity for the heater fans or lights. Our lamp oil stocks were nearly gone, too. We’d hoped she could replenish our food stores and maybe even hunt some fresh meat. Alone, I’d made it through the winter with extra blankets and thick clothing. I’d had no choice. I stood still, holding my breath at the top of the stairs, ear pressed to the door. Silence, always silence. I cracked it open, and faint sounds flowed in. The soft sigh of a breeze rustling something against the side of the shed. The pot grower had built a workshop and storage shed over the bunker to hide his illegal activities.
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I sat for a long time just listening to the breeze. The air in the shed smelled damp and had just enough chill to suggest it was still spring. Or maybe it had just rained. I didn’t really care right then. It felt so good after the stillness of my burrow. Propping open the hidden door that formed the back wall of the shed, I let the fresh air mix with the stale below. Danger or not, I would not close either of them and seal myself back inside what felt more like a tomb every day. Maybe tomorrow I would find the courage, or desperation, to venture beyond the shed.
*** Cautiously I pushed the door to the shed open. It’d taken me two days to work up the courage. I listened hard and heard only birds and a soft breeze through the grass. The loudest noise came from the pounding of my heart. I slipped to the side of the door and slid down the wall, basking in the warmth of the day. Sun from straight overhead meant midday. I’d thought it was morning. I sat there, soaking up the sun until I worried I might burn. And all that time, I heard nothing but the gentle sounds of nature, birds singing all around, squirrels chattering, the wind sighing gently past, even the faint chirps of frogs somewhere in the distance. I smelled only damp, sun-warmed earth, grass and spring flowers. None of it suggested humanity had ever existed. Stark loneliness flooded my heart and soul. I fled back inside, suddenly afraid to know if I was indeed the last human on the planet. Two days later, the smell of rain sank into my sleep. Leaping up the stairs, I tripped and barely saved myself from a bad fall. Careful, I had to be careful because there was no one to help me if I got hurt. A deep chasm of despair opened in the pit of my gut. Was it worth it? Just surviving? Rain tapped on the roof of the shed. I opened the door and let the fresh, cold air of the storm wash over me. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and I shivered with a chill, all the while reveling in the sensations. The rain on the roof and splashing on the ground made a symphony for my starved ears.
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I sat just inside the door until it ended. The world smelled so fresh and new after a storm passed. Birds sang in celebration of life. Or at least that’s how it felt to me. I could hold on a while longer. Today I would hold on to hope.
Chapter 1 It’d been a week since I’d started venturing out of my burrow, slipping along the side of the building, checking out what I could around it. A lot of weeds, but some flowers grew in the bright Colorado sun, too. I pulled some of the weeds in hopes that more flowers would grow. It lifted some of the dark depression from my soul, just being in the sun again. Mostly, I heard only birds, squirrels and the wind. Occasionally something would rustle somewhere near, and I would scamper like a frightened bunny back into my burrow. Around the far side of the shed, I’d found a nice spot of shade to sit and enjoy the air, dreaming of days gone by or a future where my sister Jian returned. Maybe she’d found a refugee camp that would take us. Or others who would come here to live. Sometimes, far more often than I dared admit, I would imagine a man coming to save me like some prince in a fairy tale. Knowing I was alone, I played out these fantasies wherever I was. After all, who would see me lying naked in the grass with my fingers in my lonely pussy? Surly if anyone, even beasts, were around they’d have come for me by now. A snap of sound pulled me from my dozing. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I jerked up, fully alert. I heard a sound, a rustling in the grass, too constant to be the wind, from around the left side of the shed. The breeze carried a musky odor unlike any animal I knew. Every time I went out I took the rifle Jian had left me. Not that I could hit a damned thing with it, but maybe it would make whatever was out there pause long enough for me to get back inside. I threw the bolt, chambering a round. “I’ll shoot if you don’t back off!” I put all the confidence I could muster into my vain warning.
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A deep, growling voice chuckled from far too close. “I should warn you that getting shot pisses me off.” His voice sounded almost normal, almost human. Almost. Which meant a beast had found me. He’d stopped moving. I could hear his breath now, just around the corner. I backed away toward the other corner, ready to make a dash for the door. Over the pounding of my heart I heard the grass rustle. I threw the gun at him, whirled and ran. Straight into a hard wall that shouldn’t have been there. Confusion sang through my mind for the few seconds it took the wall to move. I screamed as a hard body twisted me around and slammed me face-first into the ground. Growls seemed to come from everywhere around me. I struggled to crawl out from under the beast that had me but I knew it was futile. Strong claws tore into my clothing, holding me fast. Sharp fangs closed on the back of my neck. I sucked in a sob. This was it. The end. If I were lucky it’d be quick. An odd peace swept over me. I’d have died when the food ran out, anyway. I let out a deep breath, and the peace deepened. It was over. At least I wouldn’t be alone any longer. At that moment, death seemed just fine. I rested my head on the ground, a slight smile curving my lips as I let out another deep breath. Time seemed to slow, and everything magnified in that instant -the brush of his beard on my neck, a fall of lank hair brushing the side of my face, the smell of his breath, oddly sweet, and the musky male smell under the need for a shower. Every rock under me and the smell of sun-warmed grass -- all seemed amplified in those last moments of my life. The fangs on my neck released. Shock flooded my already overwhelmed nerves. He rubbed his head along my turned cheek, surprising me with the softness of his beard and hair. “Good, very good. Not prey. Knew you weren’t prey.” A different voice, but he still had that inhuman growl to his words. “Mmm. You smell nice. Feel soft, such soft hair.”
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I couldn’t say the same for the beast. Obviously hygiene wasn’t a concern -- or maybe he just hadn’t had the option. Straddling my hips, he rested his full weight on me, pressing me into the hard, rough ground. Oh, my God! The beast’s hard-on jammed into my ass. I’d heard they often raped their victims before, or even while, killing or eating them. Tears welled in my eyes, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying. After all I’d been through, I wasn’t going to die crying hysterically. I still had some pride left. “I want to touch her.” The first voice, slightly deeper, was back, and it sounded like he was standing over me. My captor’s body stiffened, and his head rose. A deep growl rumbled through his whole body. “When I say, Jay.” “Sure, Derek. Just, you know, remember how fragile they are, dude.” He sounded young, and disappointed. Derek dipped his head back to rub along me again. It reminded me of a dog begging to get petted -- or maybe a cat. “I remember, so soft, so fragile, but not prey. This one is not prey.” “She’s pretty, Derek. Even prettier up close.” A scuff of dirt told me the other, Jay, squatted right in front of me. Tears squeezed out from under my tight eyelids. I wished they’d just get it over with. “Don’t cry, Pretty, we don’t want to hurt you. No, not hurt you.” A thrust of his hips told me exactly what he wanted. He shifted until his cock lined up with the crack of my ass. He drove his hips into me as if fucking me. Pain stabbed from my hip, and a sharp cry escaped before I could pull it back. Tears of pain and fear dripped from the side of my nose and the corner of my eye. “I hurt you?” Derek rose on his arms, grinding the rock under me even harder into my hipbone. “Rock, hips. God, it hurts.” The sobs I’d been fighting rose to the surface.
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“Shh, Pretty. It’s OK.” He sounded so concerned as he rose and rolled me over. The fingertips gently wiping the tears and dirt from my face felt oddly human. His mouth followed, raining hot, hungry kisses on me. His long hair and the tickle of his mustache and beard swept over my skin in an oddly sensual caress. He straddled me once more. Another rock and now a stick poked me. I wiggled, trying to move them to less painful places. The breath of his growl crawled over my skin. Were those fangs resting along my face? I froze, and he stopped. “Good, Pretty, don’t fight, or run. Prey runs.” I swallowed hard. “Please, another rock.” I barely whispered, not knowing what he would do. Daring to hope he would care. He growled and jerked me up into a sitting position. A sharp cry of surprise flew from my lips. His growl grew louder. “Please, don’t hurt me. I, I’m not prey, I swear. There’s a bed inside.” Could I trick them into letting me in first, locking them out? I sighed. What would be the point? It was back to starving alone, or letting them kill me. Life rarely offered me good choices anymore. “Dude, look at her hands.” They burned where I’d scraped them when I fell. If I hadn’t had jeans on, I suspected my knees would feel the same. Surely they didn’t care? But that’s exactly what it sounded like. “Fragile, so fragile.” Derek pulled gently on my wrists, helping me stand. “Show us this bed.” “In the shed.” Oh, God, I had totally lost all sense of direction. Thankfully, they didn’t need me to point it out to them. I heard footsteps going away from me and turned to follow. God, what would they do when they found out? I tripped almost immediately, barely keeping my feet under me. Grass rustled around me, and I did my best to track them but they moved so quietly. Heat radiated against my back. One of them stood close behind me.
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“Fuck, you were right, she is blind!” Jay’s voice came from in front of me, startling me into a jerk. Hard claws gripped my shoulder painfully from the back. “Is that true, Pretty?” The higher voice, Derek, sounded so close to my ear. I drew a deep breath, seeking that calm inside. My voice still shook. “Yes.” Tears tracked down my face. Would they kill me because I was blind? I was a burden, unable to care for myself. No one could afford a burden in this wrecked world. A passing refugee group had said so. Refused to take Jian if I came too. But she wouldn’t leave me alone. Maybe if she had, she’d still be alive. Or maybe she’d changed her mind and left me. I wasn’t sure which hurt worse. His painful grip loosened. “Shhhh, Pretty.” A hand touched my face, startling me into pulling away. A soft growl came from both of them. “S-sorry.” I turned my head toward the faint heat I thought was his hand. He cupped my jaw, thumb brushing my skin. My skin tingled. So long. So very long since I’d been touched at all, much less so sensuously. Which one? I tried to work out which voice stood where to give me some idea of who touched me so. “Soft. Damn, she’s so soft.” Jay stood close enough now I could feel the heat of his body along my front. The hand slid back into my hair. “Fuck, that feels even better than yours!” His touch was gentle, exploring. Shocked the heck out of me and sent pleasant tingles zinging across my scalp. I rested my stinging hands on his solid chest. A coarse rope of something brushed one hand. I ran a finger along it, trying to figure it out, but they didn’t give me time to explore. Derek snorted and pulled me back against him. His hard cock nudged high enough on my ass for me to know he was taller. Not hard since I’m barely five foot three. Jay stepped so close my breasts brushed his chest. Even through the layers of cloth, my nipples peaked, and pleasure radiated out from them.
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“Shit, man, she smells so damned good!” Jay’s face nuzzled against my neck. A much rougher beard scraped along my skin. Even that roughness sent a thrill tingling up and down my spine. Warm, soft lips nibbled and tasted my skin. More shivers of delight flooded me. His hips ground his hard cock into my softer belly, lighting a small flame of desire. God, he must be tall. And, like his friend, in serious need of a shower! Right now, that didn’t matter in the least. I was being held and touched and caressed. It felt so damn good! And that shocked some sense back into me. From all I’d heard, I should be dead already, or at least savaged and raped. Other than getting smacked face first into the ground, this encounter with the feared beasts seemed… oddly pleasant. But I had to ask. “Are you going to kill me?” By their reputation, that should be the eventual outcome. I could hear the puzzled tone in Derek’s voice. “Why would we kill you? You aren’t prey.” He nuzzled the other side of my neck and rocked his hips into mine. The small flame grew hotter where his hard cock rode over my ass cheeks. Hands roamed over me until I couldn’t be sure whose were where. Firm, insistent, exploring, and even demanding -- but not hurting. Oh, God, it felt so good! Beasts or not, I thrilled to be touched even through my clothes. My skin came alive with each caress, remembering what it meant to feel. One brushed my breast just right, sending hot need deep inside me. Dampness flooded my panties. Damn, how good would that feel if I were naked? I heard one inhale sharply. “Shit, Derek can you smell that?” “Oh, yeah, making me crazy.” They pinned me between them, bodies rubbing and grinding, finding a sexual rhythm together. I bit back a giddy, crazy chuckle. Part relief that I was still alive, part lust and no small amount of fear that they still might hurt me. My long neglected pussy didn’t seem to care. Each rub and thrust of their hard cocks over my body made me hotter, wetter, aching for more.
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Their breaths grew ragged and their movements frantic. My pussy clenched with want. I couldn’t remember any man ever wanting me with such need, much less two of them. If this is a dream, please don’t let me wake up! Jay took my lips in a penetrating kiss. Firm lips framed in coarse hair. His tongue thrust, demanding entrance, and I opened. Hmm, he tasted way better than he smelled. I tried to savor each sensation, but like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet, everything threatened to overwhelm me. My lungs forgot to work under his scorching kiss. Tingling need spread from that kiss down to my clit. “Shit, oh, shit. She tastes fucking good!” Finally Jay let me breathe. Derek pulled my head around, nearly breaking my neck. I whimpered and tried to twist my body. “Please?” They pressed so tight against me I couldn’t move even that much. “Fragile, gotta be careful.” Derek’s voice rumbled in my ear but I think his words were for himself. His hands, firm on my shoulders, turned me to face him. Jay stepped back, allowing me room to move, then wrapped his hands around my waist. His cock thrust into my ass and low back, hard and insistent. Derek’s lips devoured mine, thinner, with softer hair framing them. His tongue conquered my mouth, laying claim to all of it. Oh, God! Fire raged low in my belly. A shiver of guilt ran through me to be so turned on by what everyone called monsters. I wanted to laugh. Who was around to know? It felt damned good and maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something better. Hope rode a horse named Lust, saddled with Nothing To Lose. Slowly I inched my leg outside of Derek’s. For a second he froze, then I pressed my pussy against his thigh. I thrust, trying to match Jay so I thrust back into him as he came forward, rocking me onto Derek’s solid thigh. My leg rubbed his balls and cock. “You like that, Pretty?” Derek’s lip teased the rim of my ear. I moaned my appreciation. He cocked his leg, giving me what I needed to rub my aching pussy. Felt so damned good, but I wanted more. Now I was the eager, needy one.
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Cautiously, I slipped a hand up to cup Derek’s balls. He gasped and whined, thrusting into my hand. Through his jeans, I stroked his length. A sexy, growling moan echoed through his chest. His body quivered under my touch. Emboldened, I reached behind and cupped Jay. “Ahhggh! Shit!” He jerked and humped my hand. I stroked them both, finding the heads of their rigid members through their jeans. I teased and tugged on the heads. I’d never known anyone could unzip their pants that fast. “Need you, Pretty.” Jay thrust his thick, hard cock into my waiting hand. Cupping my hand over the head, I spread his pre-cum, then stroked down firmly. He howled and quivered, pressing his chest to my back. One hand toyed with my breast; the other held me in a grip almost too tight. “Fragile, Jay.” Derek panted the reminder over my shoulder. Jay’s hold loosened just enough to let me breathe. I took Derek’s long cock in my other hand and stroked him just as firmly. “Unnngggnn!” he moaned. I heard soft sucking, licking sounds near my ear, like they were kissing over my shoulder. Fresh heat pooled in my pussy. I stroked both hard one more time, closing my hands over the heads then plunging back down. Derek shivered, froze, and then howled low and long as his body jerked. Hot cum spurted over my hand. A heartbeat later, Jay barked out a howl and came.
Chapter 2 Damn, that was fast. And my pussy still ached to be filled! I couldn’t help notice neither one of them felt softer under my hands despite having just come. “Ah, fuck!” Jay leaned against my back, panting. “Yeah.” Derek breathed out. His hands played over my body. “You didn’t come, Pretty. I want to feel you come.” “Touch me, please.” Who cared if I was begging total strangers to get me off? I wanted this so badly! “Hmm, like you touch yourself? You have no idea how hard it was to just watch you pleasure yourself, Pretty.” Ignoring the heat of embarrassment that flamed my face, I unzipped and shoved his hand down my pants. “Lower. Ahhhh, yessss!” His finger found my clit and stroked it. I thrust into his hand, my juices soaking us both. Jay tweaked the hard bud of my nipples through my shirt, sending waves of pleasure to join the heat building inside. Higher, hotter. They must have been paying close attention because they played my body perfectly. “Mmmmm, yes, yes!” My body jerked as I came in his hand. Sandwiched between their hard bodies, I didn’t have to worry about my knees buckling. They held me until the last shivers left me. Derek pulled his hand free. “Hey, let me taste!” I felt Jay leaning over me. “Ah, shit, that’s good.” He thrust softly with his hips. “Makes me want more.” Good God, were they sampling my juices? That was so shockingly hot! Derek chuckled and rubbed his cheek and soft beard on my face then stepped away from me. “Yeah, later. We’re too exposed out here. Come on, let’s see this den of hers.” Jay’s warmth left my back as Derek abandoned my front.
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I reached out where I thought Derek was, and his hard grip trapped my wrist. A low growl warned me I’d made a mistake. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to fall again.” Fear splashed cold water in my face. They were still not quite human. They could snap me in two without a thought. And they might yet. Derek’s punishing grip immediately changed to one supporting me. “Come on, Pretty. This way.”
*** I’d left the false wall/door and steel blast door open in case I had to make a hasty retreat. Lot of good that had done me. “Close both doors, please. No one will know we’re here, and we’ll be safe.” “Cool!” They both sounded so young. Which might explain their quick triggers. Young guys also didn’t require as much recovery time. I smiled to myself. After so long alone, I had a lot of catching up to do. Once on the stairs, I had no trouble making my way down. Hearing the door clang shut sent a shiver of doubt down my back. What had I done, locking myself in with two beasts? My lungs struggled to suck in the suddenly thick, still air. A breeze slid past me with the whisper of movement from the guys behind me. I drew a breath. I wasn’t alone down here. Beasts or not, at least I wasn’t alone. “Hey, lights?” Choking back a laugh, I struck a match to the lamp. I’d gotten really good at this for Jian, who couldn’t find her way around in the dark. Made no difference to me. Thank goodness the pot grower had improved the passive ventilation or the lamp smoke would have become a problem. “Fuckin’ A, dude!” That had to be Jay, a deep voice but full of youthful amazement.
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“You live alone.” Derek sounded far more serious, and maybe commanding? Unable to see their expressions, I worked hard to figure out people from their voices. The growling accent of these two made it even harder to catch the subtle nuances. “I do now. Jian, my sister, went out a while ago and didn’t come back.” I swallowed down the grief that had dogged me these last weeks. I curled up in my usual chair, listening to them rustling around. I heard a soft moan of delight and the squeaking of my bed. Derek’s voice came from that area. “We thought so after watching you for a few days.” They’d been watching me for days? A shiver ran down my back. Anything could have been watching me, waiting to strike. Damn lucky it was these two. At least I hoped that was lucky. “Hey, Pretty, this shower work?” From the sound, Jay thought he’d found a hidden treasure. “Yes, there may be some hot water.” My father’d rigged solar hot water for the shower and kitchen. The collectors were on the roof of the shed and, so far, hadn’t been damaged. The original builder had sunk a well to supply the shelter. My father had hooked the pump up to a windmill just like the local ranchers had used. Almost all the comforts of home. “Who fucking cares? Derek, it’s a real shower.” His voice dropped to a husky tone. “Big enough for two.” A soft chuckle came from the kitchen area. When had he left my bed? They moved so quietly I had trouble tracking them. I wondered if they’d put bells on for me? A moment later I nearly fell out of my chair when a clawed hand caressed across my head. I couldn’t help the yelp of surprise. Bells, they needed bells. His hand slipped lower and tightened on my neck like maybe he thought I would run. “You are a jumpy thing, Pretty.” Shit, just because they hadn’t hurt me yet didn’t mean they wouldn’t. What the hell had I been thinking? Was I really that lonely?
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Yes. Yes I was. Not that I had a choice, anyway. “Sorry, normally I can hear people coming but you’re so quiet. I… I thought you were across the room.” He chuckled and petted my hair. “We’re going to get clean. I’d hate to have to chase you down when we’re done. Only prey runs. You don’t want to be prey.” I snorted. “Like I’m going to stumble around until I fall and kill myself or run into something that wants to eat me.” Both guys snickered. Derek gave my head one last stroke. “Good.” “Um, get wet, shut the water off while you wash, then rinse. There’s not much hot water. Later I’ll show you how to wash your clothes and set up the line for drying them.” The bathroom had one of those huge, industrial type sinks, great for washing clothes. “Cool!” Jay’s voice grew fainter. “Jay, I’m thinking we should move our den here.” Derek’s voice moved away toward the shower. The reply was muffled by the door but I caught a, “Hell, yeah,” from Jay. Great. They were moving in, and they didn’t even know my name! Although who could really object to being called Pretty? They were moving in. I wouldn’t be alone anymore. A cold hand squeezed my heart. Unless they kicked me out so they wouldn’t be saddled with a blind woman. I tiptoed closer to the bathroom so I could listen in. They seemed so different from what I expected. Laughter wafted through the door. Pressing my ear against the door, I listened. “Didn’t you catch that not-so-subtle hint? Our clothes smell worse than we do, dude.” Laughter still in his voice, Derek replied, “That doesn’t mean you should wear them in the shower!” Laughing, gentle monsters? How had the changed men gotten such a bad reputation? Just the media playing it up until we all believed? At first they’d been
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rounded up into quarantine camps. Later, it was shoot on sight. Maybe that had something to do with their aggressive behavior. Or people acting like prey. They’d made a big deal out of me not being prey. I shook my head, feeling confused by what I thought I knew and how these two acted. I needed to know what to expect if I was going to live with them. If I was going to convince them to let me stay. I heard the shower door close and the moans of pleasure from someone who hadn’t had the luxury of even a cold shower in a long time. Was that their clothes dropping? The water stopped after a short while. I could hear bodies moving, I thought, and soft moans or sighs like someone was really enjoying getting clean. “Unggg! Derek, shit, yeah!” I blushed. Those moans weren’t all about enjoying a good shower! Sexy growls and moans wafted through the door. I could only imagine them rubbing those hard bodies together. I bit back a moan of my own. My heart thudded in time with the pulse in my pussy. I’d never felt this horny in my life! And I didn’t even know these guys. I guess isolation does strange things to a person. “Fuck me! Quit playing, Derek, fuck me already.” Jay’s deep breathless voice sent waves of lust rolling through me. Derek’s growl answered and then moans, grunts, growls and whines followed. The shower rattled when someone hit the door so hard I thought it might break. Thank God the other three sides were concrete. “Unggn, yes, harder!” Jay seemed quite the talker. “Ahgggh!” I recognized that sound. He’d made the same noise when he came for me. A deep grunt, and Derek’s howl followed. My pussy throbbed, wanting a piece of that action. “Stop it, Mei. Just get a grip,” I whispered to myself. The last thing I should be doing is lusting after strangers, much less two young bucks complete with fangs and claws! Besides, they didn’t seem to need me for sex. Was that a twinge of disappointment?
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I shoved it aside. I had to prove I could do things for them. Prove I was worth keeping. I headed for the kitchen. Even with the limited ingredients at hand, I could cook. Really cook!
*** The door creaked softly as it opened. Tilting my head, I listened for any sound they might make. Was that a deep breath inhaled? “Hmmm, Pretty, what’s that I smell.” Derek couldn’t be more than a couple of feet away. “Damn, smells really tasty.” Jay was right behind him. “Just a little jambalaya. We’re out of fresh meat but the canned stuff’s not too bad when you season it up right.” Heat warmed my back, warning me one of them stood behind me. “There are plates behind you.” I pulled out some silverware and set it across the kitchen counter where we ate. Where Jian and I ate. Used to eat. Grief tightened my chest. I missed her. Hearing the plates clang on the counter, I reached for them and started serving. “How do you do that? Find stuff if you can’t see? Avoid running into stuff when you cross the room?” “I heard you set the plates down and we -- um -- I keep everything in the same place. I memorized where everything is.” “You miss your sister?” I nodded. “It’s hard to live alone, without pack. Why did she leave you?” Derek’s voice came from in front of me. I sighed. “We needed supplies, and she wanted to hunt for fresh meat. She never came back.” Saying it made it so much more real. She wasn’t ever coming back. I choked back a sob. I had to be strong, show them I was strong. A hand grabbed mine, holding tight when I jumped back in surprise. A soft warning growl followed.
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“S-sorry, you surprised me again.” “We frighten you?” “You startled me, is all. You move too quietly, and I’m not used to someone touching me.” “But we like touching.” Puzzlement filled Jay’s voice. “You just have to warn me first, make a noise to let me know you’re there.” In truth? After so long with no one around I wasn’t used to it at all. Even if I did crave it. Get a grip girl, stick to the plan. If they want to touch, get used to it. I felt a smile curve my lips, remembering earlier. That kind of touching I could get used to in a hurry. “Do you like the jambalaya?” Please, God, let them like my cooking. Let them want me. “Food’s good, but needs more meat.” “Yeah, we should do some hunting, dude.” “But not right now. Not with such a pretty thing right here for us.” Heat rose in my face at Derek’s compliment. I heard a scratching sound coming closer, then claw-tipped fingers brushed the back of my hand. That gentle touch sent a tingle up my arm and down deep in my belly. He drew his hand back, and we finished eating mostly in silence. I could feel their gazes tracking my every movement. At least, I thought I could. As soon as they’d finished I set about cleaning up. “Look at all these books. But how do you read them?” Deep voice -- that was Jay -- and I thought it came from the right. “I don’t. Those are -- were -- Jian’s. My books are Braille. They’re in the left bookcase.” As I cleaned I listened to them exploring my burrow. I had to be very still to hear them breathe. They made no sound on the rugs. Now and again, I’d hear a claw tap on the concrete between rugs. They must be barefoot. Were they dressed at all? At least one of them had gotten in the shower with his clothes on so they’d still be wet. A thrill shivered up and down my spine at that thought. For once, I hurried to finish cleaning. I had better things to do, I hoped!
Chapter 3 A couple of scuffed steps warned me one of them was near. “Hey, Pretty?” Derek spoke right next to me. His hand caressed my head, fingers combing through my hair. “Come show us your bed.” I swallowed hard, suddenly nervous now that the time was here. “What do you want?” “I want to rub all of me all over all of you.” The earnest emotion in his voice hit me low. Heat coiled tighter in my belly. A hand settled on my arm. “OK, just, um, it’s been a while.” Could I really do this? Be with two near-total strangers? Could I please them? What if they didn’t really want me? After all, it had sounded like they were a couple when they were in the shower. Heat closed in from both sides. Hands stroked and guided me to my bed. Breathlessly, more to himself, I thought, Derek spoke. “Clothes. Mustn’t tear clothes.” “Or skin, dude. Fragile, so fragile.” Jay joined him in carefully pulling my T-shirt off. One hot, naked chest rubbed my back while hands worked at my jeans. I gasped in a breath as rough hands cupped both breasts. I wasn’t large by any means and rarely bothered with a bra even back when they were plentiful. Heat suffused my face. Were they disappointed I was so small? “Ummm, Pretty, so soft and yet firm. Perfect!” Derek’s whispered words filled my ears from behind me, as if he could hear my self-doubts. His thumbs toyed with my nipples until they peaked and ached with pleasure. Jay tugged at my jeans, and I stepped out of them, barely able to follow his tugs with Derek palming my breasts. I shivered under the sheer delight of his touch.
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Hands ran up my legs, stroking every inch. My pussy clenched as he reached my inner thighs. “Ah, Pretty likes that.” I felt the heat of his breath on my pussy just before his face rubbed my pubes. “Shit, so good. Softer than we are, Derek. Ah, shit, the smell of her lust. Dude, it’s potent!” What woman wouldn’t want to know she turned a guy on like that? Fresh cream rushed from my pussy. So I’d guess they didn’t find me lacking. I felt a surge of confidence that turned to the heat of desire. Derek’s hands had roamed from my breast to stroke strong fingers over my ribs, waist and now up my back. My skin felt alive, tingly everywhere he touched. “Lay down, Pretty.” Jay reached for me from the bed. A shiver of nerves shot up my spine. Derek stroked my back. “Shh, Pretty, we won’t hurt you.” I’d never been with two men at the same time. What would they want from me? I had never been into anal play. Would they insist? Swallowing down any reservations, I knelt on the bed. Soon, two sets of hands guided me to lay with my head on my pillow. “Derek and Jay, right?”
“Yeah, Pretty, that’s us.”
“My name is Mei.”
“May? Like the month?” Jay’s breath tickled my neck.
“Um, no. Mei, as in Mei Lin Chang. My parents were Chinese.”
“That must be where your pretty eyes and silky black hair come from.” Hands
combed through my long locks, spreading it out. I smiled. It had been a long time, if ever, since anyone said I had pretty eyes. Fingers from the right traced a line up from my shoulder and across my lips. Derek. “I like it when you smile, pretty Mei.” Derek leaned over to kiss me, softer this time but still commanding. No hair tickled my nose. “You shaved?”
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“Uh huh.” His words whispered across my skin. “It’d been a while since we’d had the chance.” I felt the brush of other lips, Jay’s, then nothing but silky waves of hair tickling my face. Were they kissing over me? I lifted my head, leaning into the warmth. Oh, yes! And it turned me on more than I could ever have imagined. They turned to rub my face with their freshly shaved, silky faces. Soft whines came from both. Their hands roamed over me, exploring every inch. Their bodies rubbed and slid along mine in a sensuous dance, hard cocks thrusting and grinding on either side. My pussy throbbed, needing their touch. “Ungggg. God, Derek, she feels so damned good.” Jay whined softly as he nibbled my neck, one hand teasing my nipple taut. His hand moved from my breast to my pussy. Ah, God, he stroked and petted my pelt until I thought I would scream, wanting him lower, deeper. I spread my thighs, inviting him in. “Ahhhggg!” A hot, rough tongue swept over my right breast. I arched up, begging Derek to suck me. He lips nibbled, his tongue chasing circles around my tight nipples. “Mmmmm, you taste good.” He breathed across my damp nipple, sending ripples of need spreading out. I gasped and arched as he suckled me. Jay’s fingers sank into my pussy, stroking and thrusting. Thought fled from the overwhelming sensations. Derek’s leg snaked over mine, pressing his thigh into my pussy. Jay pulled his fingers back to tease my clit. “Ahhgggg. Yesss!” I spread my legs wide and rocked my hips. Delicious tension mounted. I needed to be filled. “Please, God, please.” I thrashed and arched my hips up, begging to be filled. “Roll over, Pretty.” Derek’s growling voice tickled along my face. Two sets of hands rolled me to my belly, then guided me to my knees. My gut clinched with worry, my pussy with need. What did he want? “Easy, Pretty, I’ll make sure he’s gentle.” Jay’s voice. His hand soothed over my head, guiding me into place and steadying me.
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I felt Derek’s cock slipping between my thighs. He used his legs between mine to widen my stance. “Good, Pretty. So damned pretty. So soft.” His hands stroked my back, thighs pressed along the backs of mine. He thrust a few times, the head of his cock sliding in the cream flowing from my pussy. “Ahhh, Derek.” I moaned and rolled my hips to capture his cock right where I wanted it, inside me. He nudged the head against my swollen lips and pressed. “Unnnggg! Shit!” Barely in me, Derek jerked and came hard. His climax fueled the fire of my own passion but I wasn’t quite there yet. I felt a bit disappointed until I realized his cock hadn’t softened at all. How long could these guys go? Derek’s weight and heat along my back felt so safe, so secure. So very sexy. He stroked my side and flexed his hips softly. The hard length of his cock massaged the inside of me so wonderfully. “What do you like, pretty Mei?” “Stroke me like you did outside. And, um, you know…” I trailed off. I’d never had to tell a guy to fuck me. It sounded so crude even in my head. Good thing he had it figured out. His hand curled under and found my clit. I sucked a breath and pressed back against him. He rocked his hips and let my clit glide across his fingers. “Yes! God, yes!” Pleasure spiraled out from his touch. The feel of his cock stroking deep, filling me, rubbing all the little places inside that made my toes curl. Oh, God! It had been so long I’d forgotten how good having a hard cock in me felt. Building strength and speed, Derek pumped into me. I met him thrust for thrust, moaning my pleasure as he stroked my need higher. I wanted it to last forever, and I wanted to come, now. My body rocked with each stroke as he let go, pounding soft gasps and moans of pleasure from me. I dropped my head to my forearms to brace. His fingers stroked my clit as he slammed in. The changed angle hit new places, sending shivers of delight through me, spiraling tighter, hotter. I cried out as pleasure exploded inside, pussy clenching on his hard cock.
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He growled louder, and I felt Jay’s hands support me, raise my shoulders up as Derek leaned over. Fangs closed on my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but I’d have bruises. Another wave of pleasure shuddered through me. Thrusting as deep as he could get, his body jerked, and hot seed spilled inside me. His larger frame surrounded me in heat, and I felt more safe than trapped by his strength. Body limp with the aftermath, I collapsed to the bed, earning a warning growl and harder bite. Derek followed me down, his cock still buried deep. “Fragile, Derek. Remember?” Jay’s deep voice soothed the fear starting to rise in me. Must have worked on Derek too since he released his bite. He rubbed his face over the spot. “Did I hurt you?” I sighed, a smile spreading, and I settled my head more comfortably. “Worth every bruise.” The aftermath of that stunning orgasm left me mellow and satiated. For several more minutes, Derek rubbed his face along my shoulders. Pulling out, he worked his way down my back with soft little kisses. Both men stretched out beside me, stroking. Jay’s body pressed hard and hot to me. His hips rocked his erection on my thigh. He turned my head to face him, his lips hot, demanding. He still needed his turn, and I had no objections. Even if I didn’t come again, it would feel good to be touched, stroked and held. I rolled to face him, and he clutched me tight, legs wrapping around to pull our hips together. The wonderful afterglow fanned into a new flame with each thrust of his cock through my soaked and swollen pussy lips. I met his hungry kisses, matched his eager rhythm. I’d never come twice but I was beginning to think I could with these two. He whined and moaned with each thrust. “Jay.” I whispered his name and, with sudden urgency, he rolled me to my stomach again. I pulled my knees under and opened for him like Derek had wanted. Derek shifted in front and rested my shoulders on his strong thighs, my face turned to the
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side. Jay stroked my back a couple of times, then pressed the head of his cock to my opening. “Hmm. Yes, Jay!” I rocked back, taking him in. With a deep, sexy whine, he thrust home, body jerking as he came. His keening cry echoed in the shelter and shivered down my spine to echo in my quivering pussy. Damn, these guys came easy. Good news, they needed zero recovery time. “Unngggn! Pretty, shit, so tight, so good.” He reached around to find my clit. “Yesss! That’s it, Jay!” I rocked my hips back, urging him on. He pulled back and thrust hard and fast, not taking time to build up. My pussy clenched and flooded with cream. The rush toward my peak spiraled up fast and hot. I moaned with each hard thrust. I was very glad Derek supported my front or I would have nosedived into the bed. My body quivered with delicious tension. My pussy felt like it was on fire. Jay drove harder into me. “Ahhggg! Pretty, come for me!” He sounded desperate and so damned sexy. His fingers massaged my clit. I cried out, and my pussy clamped down on his hard length over and over as I shuddered into my release. A long, deep howl, and Jay followed, biting on my other shoulder to hold me. I tried to stay up on my knees but I trembled with exhaustion and the warm afterglow from a second mind-numbing orgasm. “It’s OK, Pretty. Jay…” Before he said anything more, Jay rolled us to our sides, his cock softening but still inside me. He licked my shoulder and kissed the bite bruise. He held me close, stroking with his free hand. The bed dipped as Derek stretched out with us. Jay’s softened cock slid out, and he shifted around until he had spooned me against his long body. Derek shifted closer and slipped an arm under my neck, settling my head against his shoulder. I sighed. It had been a very long time since I had felt so at peace, so safe.
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I snuggled down and let myself drift into that state between sleeping and awake.
*** So carefully, they unwound from me and drew a cover over me. They must have thought I was asleep. Sounds of rustling fabric? Were they getting dressed? Please, oh, please don’t let them leave me! “I don’t like leaving her, Derek.” “Shhh, keep it down. We need to get our stuff. I’d rather do it now while she’s sleeping. If she locks us out, it could be weeks or more before she comes out again.” “You think she’d do that?” “We’re beasts. Humans, women, they fear us, Jay. They think we’re all killing machines.” I chuckled softly and leaned up on an elbow. “Hmm, death by orgasm. If I’d known, I would have been chasing you down.” It hadn’t occurred to me they might be just as lonely and insecure. “Pretty, not all beasts are like us.” Derek’s growl took on a hard note. “Yeah, most of the older ones we’ve seen are seriously fucked up in the head. They would hurt you.” Jay stroked my hair softly. I nodded. “I know. And I know that you’re both strong enough to crush me or rip my guts out. And I’m afraid if you leave, you won’t come back, and I’ll be alone again.” I hadn’t meant that to sound quite so clingy, so needy. Weight settled on the bed, and hands stroked my head and blanket-covered leg. “We won’t leave you, Pretty. We’re a pack, and this is our den now.” That sounded like Jay. “We’ll be back in a few hours. You’ll stay inside.” More of an order than question from Derek. I nodded. Where the hell did they think I would go? “Take the lamp and leave it on the shelf outside the door. Just don’t leave it burning. We don’t have much oil, and the generator’s about out of gas, so no electricity.”
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“Shit, Pretty, have you been sitting here in the dark to save fuel?” Jay sounded so appalled. He put a lot more emotion into his voice than Derek. I snorted. “Jay, for me, it’s always dark. Only thing I’d want the generator for is heat in the winter.” In the following silence I wondered if I should have reminded them I was flawed. Did they finally see I wasn’t worth keeping? Derek’s voice came from across the room. “I think I know where we can get lamp oil. There’s one of those old big box stores not far away. Haven’t seen any gasoline in a couple of years.” “Yeah, but we haven’t been looking either, dude.” “We can look. Anything else we might need here?” I sat up. “No.” I didn’t want them to know just how low the supplies were. They’d leave. Fear clutched my guts hard. I would do anything to get them to stay. And not just because I didn’t want to be alone. They’d made me feel wanted, desired, even. I had a feeling I could get to like them very easily.
*** I dozed off for a while. I woke with a start, heart pounding from a half remembered nightmare. Beyond the pounding of my heart, I heard nothing. “Derek? Jay?” Nothing. I reached for my clothes but they weren’t where I always left them. Feeling around the bed, the floor and the dresser, I finally found what I’d been wearing and pulled my clothes back on. Taking a deep breath and a moment to orient myself, I headed for the stairs. Cautiously, I cracked the inner door open and made my way to the shed door. No sun warmed my face, and the breeze felt cool. Frogs in the distance and the soft sigh of a breeze teased my hearing. Night, then and cool enough to be late, maybe even near morning. It had been midday when they found me. I had to assume this was the same night. They’d been gone hours. Or had they? How long had we spent in bed? Eating? I
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felt tears of frustration welling up. What I wouldn’t give for a Goddamned talking clock! We had a wind-up model but I couldn’t see the damned hands! I sank down by the door, breathing through the rising panic. Stilling myself, I listened, tuning out the frogs as best I could. A high-pitched trill, bat. A squeak might be a mouse. Soft rustling that could be the mouse or the breeze in the grass. How long did I sit there listening? A mournful howl and sharp yips that followed shook me to full alertness. Coyotes? Sounded like but what if it was something more? Beasts? Derek’s warning about others added to the fear that had been ingrained in me for the last few years. Not wanting to risk it, I fled back inside. For the first time in a while, I locked the steel door. The clang of it closing echoed around the shelter like a bell. The sudden total quiet and lack of breeze felt stifling after being outside. My lungs struggled to draw each breath. I wasn’t sure I could do this anymore, live in my burrow all alone. I fixed breakfast, cleaned up, showered, paced around and finally threw myself into my chair to await their return. I tried to read but my mind couldn’t focus on what my fingers read. What if they didn’t return?
I paced some more.
What if that howl was from more beasts, and Derek and Jay are hurt, and they need me?
I wasn’t going to cower here in the silent stillness. Not anymore, never again. I’d
lose it for sure if I tried. When I opened the door again, warm air filled my lungs with the fragrance of wild flowers, grass and life. Soft sounds caressed my ears like the finest music. The slight breeze felt like a lover’s caress. Come what may, I would wait for them here. My mind wandered to last night and the pleasure they had brought me. I dozed as I did so often to pass the time, lost in my daydreams, shutting out the panic threatening to smother me.
Chapter 4 A loud growl roused me from my dreams. I jumped up just in time to be slammed against the wall of the shed. A short scream tore from my throat, and I struggled against the clawed hands that held me. Snarls and growls filled my ears and terror my heart. “Derek! Jay!” I cried out, hoping they might hear me and come to my rescue. “Right here, Pretty.” Derek growled against my face. I froze. “Derek? Wh-why?” “I told you to stay inside, Pretty. Any beast could have snuck up on you sitting out here. You endangered yourself.” He punctuated each point with a flex of his hand, digging sharp claws into my shoulder. “You’re hurting me, Derek. Please.” “Another beast would do far worse. Why didn’t you obey me?” I let out a shaky breath and tried to relax. His grip loosened so his claws no longer bit into my shoulder. “You were gone so long. I got worried.” “And sitting here making a target of yourself helped with that how?” Damn, how could they possibly understand? But he was right, I had made a target of myself. “I just couldn’t… It’s so quiet down there, so very still. Like… like a tomb. I can’t stand it anymore.” “You’d rather risk your life?” Jay sounded just as pissed as Derek. “I know the danger.” I shrugged. That seemed the wrong thing to do. Derek pulled me away from the wall only to slam me back against it. “You will not risk yourself like this again! Next time we have to leave you will stay inside.” Just who the hell did he think he was? “You don’t own me, Derek.”
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He snarled right up against my ear. “We are a pack, and I am pack leader. You will do as I say.” He shook me again, and fangs closed on the side of my neck. I gasped in a breath, frozen in fear. Would he tear out my throat? What did I do now? On a hunch, I let out as much tension as I could, just as I had the first time he’d pinned me. The bite turned to a lick and kiss that shivered all the way down my spine to my core. He stepped back. “Let’s get inside.”
*** The smell hit me like a punch to the gut as soon as we closed the outer door. “What on earth did you bring in here?” It smelled a week dead. The soft snort sounded like Jay but Derek answered. “Just our things, Pretty. You said something about showing us how to do laundry?” Their clothes smelled that bad? Wow, it was giving me a headache. While they worked on washing, I slipped back up the stairs and opened both the blast door and hidden panel. I locked the shed door for what it was worth. It’d at least keep animals out and slow any beasts down long enough for us to take action. The smell was making me sick, and I wanted whatever fresh air I could get. I even considered starting up the generator to run the fans but decided against it. There just wasn’t enough gas. I set out all the canned and dried goods they brought but couldn’t put them in place until I knew what each one was. Mis-sorted food made for some interesting and not always tasty surprises. They’d killed a couple of rabbits and a squirrel. Fortunately, they’d cleaned and skinned them elsewhere. I had no idea how to do any of that, but as long as I was careful, I could cut the carcasses up into chunks small enough to stew. Mother taught me the traditional way, saying it would not only be easier for me but cooking the bones added nutrients. I found they’d stuffed something that felt like the liver and other organs back in the bodies. Carefully, I cut those up too. I had a nice stew going by the time the guys
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were done. Next time I’d ask them to try to find me some new spices… if there was a next time. We sat at the counter, me in the middle. This time, Derek was on my left. “You were gone a long time. Have any trouble?” I hadn’t meant to ask, but it slipped out. For a few minutes I thought they weren’t going to answer. “Not really, Pretty. It’s just a ways to the stores and then we searched some houses.” “Yeah, the stores had been picked over pretty good. We did score some lamp oil. No gas, though.” Jay sounded almost apologetic. “But you didn’t, ah, see any other… people? Or… guys.” “You mean beasts like us? No.” I got the feeling there was a lot he wasn’t saying. “So there aren’t any others around here? It’s safe for me to be outside?” “No. It’s not safe.” Derek sounded so sure. “Why? I mean, if there aren’t any beasts about… Did you see wild dogs or something?” Derek sighed. “We didn’t see any beasts, but we did see signs. Could be a pack that doesn’t get to this part of their territory every day.” What weren’t they telling me? “The signs, were they fresh or could you tell?” “Hard to say. But we did take time to make sure we didn’t leave a clear trail back here. You just never know when roamers will turn up.” “Roamers. That means they don’t stay in one place? Have a set territory?” “Yeah, like us. Some packs have permanent dens. Others just roam around, looking for food and stuff,” Jay cheerfully added. My heart sank. They moved around all the time. I wondered how long they would stay. “And that type is usually the meanest, the roamers. They’ll tear into anyone they find. So stay inside when I tell you to. We can’t predict when a pack of roamers will pass by.” There was Derek’s alpha dog voice again.
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I sighed. “Okay. I will.” At least as long as you’re here. I decided to change the subject. “Find any good stuff?” “Hell, yeah. We found the lamp oil at one of the stores and then checked out some houses on our way back. Found one with some really well-stored food, flour, even!” “Wow, that’s a good score.” We had some dehydrated milk. If it was still good, we could have pancakes. “Didn’t find any gasoline, though.” Derek sounded… frustrated. Or maybe regretful? Damn, so hard to read these guys by their voices. “So where were you staying?” “In a house just up the hill from here. We could sit on the roof and see a long way. Which is how we spotted you, Pretty. And if we could see you, so could some of those nasty roamers.” “I got it, Derek. Really.” Though why they cared I had no idea. But I wanted them to care. Wanted them to stay. While we ate they shared stories about their adventures of the last few years. Jay had a gift for storytelling and making me and Derek laugh. Most of the time, I could forget they weren’t quite human.
*** After dinner I asked them to identify all the supplies they brought so I could get them put away. “Hey, we can do that, Pretty.” “It’s better if I do it. I need to remember what you tell me and where it goes. You wouldn’t want canned chili mixed with your canned fruit, would you?” “You can do that, remember where everything is?” “You’d be surprised what you can do when you have no choice.” I felt no small amount of pride that I had survived here by myself for months. I had them identify each thing as I put it away. “Flour goes on this shelf. And you said you found some canned fruit? That goes here.”
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“And Spam! We found plenty of Spam.” Go, Spam. The ground beef of the new world. “That goes here.” And so it went until we had it all put away. After we finished sorting the canned goods, we moved to the seating area. I found myself surrounded by the men, Jay to my left and Derek on my right. They were naked, and Derek’s long hair felt damp. “Washed all your clothes and showered too?” Derek stroked a finger down my arm. “Figured while we were at it might as well. It’s not like we have a lot of clothes.” “I get the feeling you haven’t been able to wash often.” They both snickered. “Hard to keep things clean when all you have is a shallow creek or a muddy runoff pond and nothing to wash with or in.” Derek sounded amused. “Oh.” I hadn’t given their living conditions much thought. “We move around a lot. That stuff is too hard to carry.” Jay sounded a little sad. “We don’t stay in one place too long. Either we hunt out all the prey or run across signs of other beasts. Most of them would kill us on sight.” Derek growled loudly. “Even if they’d let us join their pack, the bastards can’t be trusted. One sign of weakness, and they’ll turn on you like the rabid beasts they are.” “None of them? Not one of them is like the two of you? You know, more humanlike?” After a painful pause, Derek responded more evenly. “Maybe there are, but we don’t really want to join a bigger pack. We got each other, right, Jay?” A wash of sadness welled up inside me. I still didn’t belong. They had a pack of two. What did they need a ball and chain around their ankles for? Like soap, I would be too hard to carry when they moved on. “Hey, Pretty, why so sad looking?” Jay seemed to read my moods far too well. But then he probably needed to read his alpha well to avoid conflicts. I shook my head and made myself smile.
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“Missing your pack? Your sister, right?” Jay’s hand stroked lazily up and down my arm. “Yeah, I guess.” That was part of it. I didn’t know how I could stand being alone again after they left. I stuffed those thoughts away. I set my hand on a bare thigh. “There might be some sweats you could pull on in the store room. We stocked stuff for my brother. Some of it might fit OK.” “You have a brother? What happened to him?” Derek sounded almost angry. Jealous, maybe? “He got sick. The sickness killed my father but Zan disappeared. Jian and I never knew what happened to him.” “Just as well he left. I remember seeing some right after they changed. Those are the craziest and most vicious bastards. Real animals.” Derek stroked a soothing hand across my head. Being blind made it so easy to forget they weren’t quite human anymore. But did they really look like animals? Did I dare ask them to let me touch them that way?
Chapter 5 Most people found it odd and very intimate to let me run hands over their faces. How much more intimate could we get at this point? God knows they’d touched most of me. “What’s up, Pretty?” Derek’s hand brushed mine, stroking a finger down the back of my hand. “Nothing, just…” I hesitated, afraid they would deny me. “Just what?” “Can I touch you? Your faces, that’s how I see things.” I held my breath. “Sure. Let’s get more comfortable first.” He drew me up. Their idea of comfortable? Naked. On the bed. They guided me into the middle of the bed and stretched out on either side of me. Derek took my hand and set it on him. I rolled to my knees and knelt beside him. Smooth-faced after his shower. He’d shaved again. A long, strong jaw with a firm chin. I felt it again, a very long jaw and narrow, firm chin. He kissed the tips of my fingers as I lightly touched his lips -- a little thin, maybe? But smiling, and the sexy whine they made when happy vibrated from deep inside. I really wished I could see. The shape felt odd, but not like a dog’s snout. “Can I feel your fangs?” Geeze, just stick your hand in the lion’s mouth! A moment of silence, then his jaw parted. I’d had a guide dog once. Derek’s teeth definitely felt canine in shape, but longer than my dog’s. His tongue swept around my fingers. That felt longer too. And very agile. A shiver of lust ran through me thinking what he could do with that tongue.
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I followed his longer nose. Strong, with a bump like maybe it’d been broken. I cupped the sides of his face, feeling his cheeks. Smooth, full without being fat, maybe just a hint of a baby face? I hesitated at his eyes. “What color are your eyes?” “Yellow.” I nodded; I’d forgotten all the beasts had yellow or gold eyes. “Why’d you want to know what color his eyes are?” “I wasn’t born blind. A car accident injured my optic nerves when I was twelve.” “Oh, that sucks.” Understatement of the year, Jay. I continued across Derek’s bushy eyebrows that arched over his deep-set eyes. I swept my hands up to his hairline, a widow’s peak I think in the middle. Silky, but lord, there was a lot of it! “What color is your hair?” “Brown.” “Just brown? Light or dark? Any highlights?” A long pause, I figured, filled with the two guys staring at his hair. “Um, lighter than yours or Jay’s but not, you know, blond,” was Derek’s final verdict. A smile twitched at my lips. Typical guy answer. I let my fingers rake through the length, well past his shoulders. I thought it might have a little wave to it. “You have nice hair.” “So, am I ugly? You know, being a beast and all.” I heard the forced playfulness in his voice. “No, not to me. I like the feel of your face. It’s different, but nice.” I trailed a finger down his arm. He had more body hair than I would have thought on such a young guy. Was that part of becoming a beast? I took his hand in mine and explored those sharp claws. It amazed me they could touch and stroke me without gouging me. Jay took my hands. “Here, do me.” I smiled at his eagerness. His jaw felt heavy in my hand, rounded chin and very full lips. Again, the jaw seemed longer than it should and the shape of the mouth, odd.
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He held very still as I roamed over his face. A broad nose, high cheekbones but not sharp. Deep-set eyes. “Are your eyes yellow too?” I felt him shrug. “Darker, I think.” “Yeah, more golden or something,” Derek added. “Amber, maybe?” I wondered if they knew what that looked like. “Yeah, like that, I guess. And they shine sometimes. When we’re excited or angry.” I loved the way Jay’s voice rumbled through his face into my fingers. “Shine? Like a flashlight, or more like reflecting light?” I had trouble picturing that. “Kind of like a dog’s do at night when they catch the light.” I really wished I could see that. Again, thick, bushy brows. I reached his hairline. He’d pulled his hair back after his shower, but it still had a wild quality to it. And coarse, very coarse, maybe a bit matted? I trailed my fingers lightly over it to find where he’d gathered it at his neck. Almost felt like little ropes, or dreadlocks, wild and wooly, not the neat type people used to get “done.” I picked out a stray bit that felt like grass. “Jay, what color is your skin?”
They both chuckled. “Black.”
“As black as your hair?”
“How’d you know my hair was black?”
I smiled. “Because that’s what it feels like. The texture is different.”
“Oh. I’m not as dark as my hair, but darker than Derek’s hair.” I felt that shrug
again. Well, that gave me some idea. If Derek’s hair was medium to light brown, Jay would be dark black. I left his hair and stroked the back of his thick, muscled neck. He whined a soft moan. “You like that?” “Hell, yeah!”
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After a few more strokes I moved on to his shoulders. Wide, strong shoulders leading to a chest that felt lean but muscled. “Mmmm. Nice, Jay.” He had plenty of kinky chest hair. God, I loved chest hair teasing my nipples. “How old are you?” “I don’t know, never thought about it. Derek?”
“Got me. I don’t remember much.”
“You don’t remember anything from before, um, before… you know…”
“Nope, don’t remember a thing from before.” Derek’s firm assurance shocked
the heck out of me. “That’s not quite true. We remember that we were together. Sort of remember…” Jay’s voice trailed off, sounding confused. “More of a feeling really than a memory, I guess.” Well, that explained a lot of things about them. And why the bond between them seemed so strong. A bond I’d never share. The dark well of loneliness gaped open, ready to swallow me again. “What’s wrong, Pretty?” The back of Jay’s hand wiped at tears I hadn’t known I was shedding. “Shhh, Pretty, it’s all right.” Derek rubbed his hand up and down my back soothingly. It made my heart ache even more. “It doesn’t bother us not to remember.” I shook my head, afraid to trust my voice. I had to get a grip, not let them see how weak and needy I really was. Men don’t like clingy women. They would leave me. I’d be alone again. Panic rose to squeeze my chest. When they molded themselves around me, I couldn’t take it anymore. Tears flowed with the despair in my heart. They both made little soothing noises, petting and stroking me. “Tell us, pretty Mei. What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. Really,” I lied
“Bullshit. Mei, talk to us. We’re your packmates. Packmates share.” Derek’s tone
made it clear he expected me to obey. That alpha dog thing again.
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“That’s just it. I’m not your packmate. I’m not one of you. I’m just a blind woman, a burden no one wants.” My chest clenched on another sob. “No one wants? Pretty Mei, how could anyone not want you?” Derek sounded more than confused. Angry, as if insulted that no one had wanted me. “We want you. You’re our pretty. Our packmate. I’m glad you’re not like us. You’re much softer and prettier than we are.” Jay’s innocent words brought light to the darkness inside me. “That’s right, pretty Mei. You’re with us now. We are a pack. The three of us.” “But you two, you have such a strong bond. You’ve been friends, more than friends, for as long as you can remember. I’m just… convenient.” My sniffles filled the following silence. Derek took my face between his hands. “Pretty Mei, you aren’t the first woman we’ve seen. You are the first one we wanted to be with. The only one we want as our… our… Damn, what’s a good word, Jay?” “Partner? More than packmate.” I could hear Jay struggling to make me understand, or maybe help them understand in words something that was more like instinct. “Like bonded, beyond just being together. That’s why we mated with you, not just had sex.” What the heck did that mean? I drew in a shaky breath, thinking about last night. There had been something oddly formal about it. They way they positioned me, the bites. A shock ran through me. Someone had said the beasts were part wolf, part human. They both became very still and quiet, maybe thinking it through just as hard as I was. What did it really mean? Mated with? Wolves mate for life. I would never be alone or unwanted again. “You really chose me not because I was vulnerable but because you want me? Even suspecting I was blind?” Even before the virus, no one had wanted me like that. Both men rubbed faces with me, soft little whines tickling my skin. Soon their bodies joined in, hugging, rubbing, touching. It seemed so innocent, so intimate, so
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much more than words could say. They spoke to me with their bodies, hands, lips, in a language I understood well. The language of touch. No mistaking their message -- they wanted me for me. Hope, relief, and excitement all tangled up with fears I’d held too long to just let go in a breath. But I would try. Emboldened, I stroked Jay’s shoulders and across his chest. He sucked in a gasp as I found and teased his nipple. My other hand swept along his body, urging him to lie back. “Hey, me first, pretty Mei.” Derek tugged at my wrists until I set my hands on him. He lay on his back, waiting for my touch. I swept across a chest not quite as wide as Jay’s but equally fit. He had less hair, and it was much softer. It’d still feel amazing rubbing my breasts. I found one nipple, teasing it lightly. “Yeah, Pretty, harder,” Derek moaned out. I took it between two fingers and rolled it, then pinched. “Unnggnn!” He nearly howled. I swept my hands over rock-hard abs, lean ribs and hips. He tensed and twitched when I teased his belly button. He grabbed my hands, then let go, letting me explore as I wanted. Teasing through his curly pubic hair, I sought his strong thighs. Nicely masculine with smooth, male hair coving them. He spread his legs as I stroked up the insides of his thighs. Soft whines turned to moans as I toyed with his full sack, rolling each nut gently. Heat flooded my pussy. I could hardly wait to get my mouth on him. But first I owed him a deeper exploration of every bump, vein and sensitive spot on his long cock. The broad head fit neatly in my palm as I massaged his pre-cum around. Velvet over steel, I loved the soft texture over his hard length. “Unngggn! Pretty, ahhhg.” Derek’s hips rolled and thrust.
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I smiled and kissed my way around Derek’s cock. Something about sucking a man’s cock excited me almost as much as one sucking me off. I licked the tip, salty precum dripped from his slit. Using my tongue, I explored his cock, down to his balls and back up the other side, licking, kissing, sucking at the skin. “Ungggh!” He moaned and thrust up so hard I choked. Hands brushed my face, hands that pushed Derek’s hips back to the bed. “Easy, dude.” Jay spoke softly to Derek, but his hold stayed firm. Derek whined but didn’t try to get away from him. Sucking like a vacuum, I took him deep in one stroke. He howled and moaned, hands clutching and releasing my head as if he had to fight the urge to shove me on his cock harder. My tongue bathed the underside as I slid up until the rim bumped my lips, then worked my way back down. The way his body quivered and writhed under me sent flames of need deep into my pussy. “Shit, man, she really likes getting us off! The smell of her cream is making me crazy.” I smiled around Derek’s cock, swelling with his seed. I paused to lick just the end. His moans turned to warning growls, and one hand gripped me hard. I sucked down, palming his nuts with one hand and stroking the base of his cock with the other. Derek jerked loose of Jay’s hold. His hips shot off the bed, and his howl of release echoed around the room. My pussy throbbed with each pulse of his cock that filled my mouth with his cum. I sucked and swallowed until he lay still beneath me. He ran his hand gently through my hair. “My turn, sexy Mei.” The sexy growl in Jay’s voice had my pussy creaming so much it dripped along my thighs. The bed shivered as the guys changed places. Derek set my hands on Jay’s shoulders. From his shoulders, I swept down his chest, seeking his nipples hiding in the kinky hair. He gasped and arched into my hand when I found one. I stroked across the
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other one, then continued down his ribs. I spread my hands wide and caressed the hard planes of his belly. Strong, so very strong. Jay whined and moaned softly. “Damn, I wish you could see his face, pretty Mei. Looks so damned sexy.” Derek’s breathy words came from across Jay. I traveled lower, following the trail of hair down Jay’s hard body. His words were carried on a sigh of pleasure. “Feels good, Pretty, keep going.” It wasn’t far until I nudged the head of his very hard cock. I swept around it, earning myself a warning growl. I ignored him and kept going, down to strong thighs under his lean hips. He was a good bit hairier than Derek, but that didn’t bother me a bit. I went as far as his knees and started back up the inside of his thighs. I caressed more than explored on the way up. “Ahh, shit, yeah! Pretty. Ungggn.” His breathy whine accompanied his hips thrusting up as I toyed with his heavy ball sack. I wouldn’t be rushed. I explored the length of his cock, every vein, every ridge. Marveling at the sheer size of him. Thick and meaty with a broad head, though not so long as Derek. How had that fit so comfortably? My pussy flooded remembering how damned good it had felt. His hips thrust, trying to fuck my hand. I took the hint and stroked his rigid cock. “Ungggnn! Pretty, God, yes! Harder!” I set to stroking him harder with one hand while the other toyed with his sack. It drew up, and I felt a change in his cock. Remembering how easily he’d come before, I stopped. “No! Shit, Pretty, don’t stop!” A growl replaced the pleased whines. He grabbed me, claws pricking my skin. A louder growl stopped him. “Let her go, Jay.” His hands dropped away. I leaned over and ran a long lick from base to tip. His cock rose to my every lick. His hands sank into my hair, pulling back before he hurt. His hips thrust at me, all but begging. I smiled and suckled just the head.
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“Shit, Mei! Uhhhgggnn.” He started to thrash and thrust, hands gripping the back of my head to hold me. I choked when he thrust too hard and deep. “Easy, Jay, fragile.” I think Derek pulled his hands away. I went back to work, feeling the swell of his cock that signaled he would come soon. I sucked as hard and deep as I could, then pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth. “Uhhhaggggnnn.” Whines turned to moans and sexy growls and yips. Derek’s hair brushed against me. I touched his cheek softly and trailed down to where his tongue teased one of Jay’s nipples. He licked my finger, sucking it for just a moment. Heat pooled in my pussy. We went back to work pleasing Jay. My tongue swirled the tip of his cock and, just as I felt his seed rise, I sucked hard and deep. Jay’s howl echoed around the room as his cum spurted into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed the salty cream. My pussy ached, wanting to be filled. He dropped back to the bed just as hard as when I’d started. These guys had staying power any man would kill for. I bumped into Derek’s head, our tongues sweeping over Jay, licking the last of his cum off. “Your turn, Pretty.” Derek urged me down with hot kisses along my face, neck and shoulder. Jay’s hands caressed my thighs. “So silky! What do you want, Pretty?” I stretched out, spreading my legs. “Suck me?” I’d only had one lover that would, and he obviously hadn’t enjoyed it. But the way they kept going on about smelling my lust, maybe they would. “Oh, hell, yes!” Jay dove between my legs. Derek’s mouth closed on a nipple, suckling and nipping. I gasped and arched into his mouth. Jay’s tongue stroked my outer lips, dipping in, then back out. “Tell me what you want, Pretty.”
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“Ahhh, God, just explore, do what you want. It all feels good.” I groaned and clutched at the bedding. He’d found my clit and set to flicking it with his tongue tip. Derek moved to my other breast and continued feasting. My body trembled with an overload of pleasures. Time ceased as they licked, nipped and sucked, driving my passion higher. Winding my insides up tighter and tighter. Jay slipped a couple of fingers inside. “Ahhgggn! Yessss!” He fucked me with his fingers and sucked my clit. “I want in your hot little pussy, Mei. While Jay sucks you.” Derek didn’t wait for my answer, just rolled me to my side and snuggled up against my back. His knee nudged at my thighs, and I raised my top leg to give him access. Still hard, the head of his cock teased through the juices flowing from my pussy. He grasped my hips, and I reached down to guide him in. A couple of wiggled adjustments, and he slammed all the way home. “Ahhh, yesss.” I moaned and gasped with each thrust. The broad head of his cock stroked whole new places inside me. Pleasure coiled tighter. My body quivered with anticipation. Jay’s tongue on my clit startled me into a sharp gasp and jerk. Hot, tight need exploded with each lick. I felt a hand between my legs. Derek tensed and moaned. I bet Jay had him by the balls. Wild now, Derek pumped me hard, hips slapping into mine with each jarring thrust. Jay licked from Derek’s cock to my clit over and over. I could feel Derek’s orgasm winding tighter inside me. My pussy clenched, feeding off the swelling of his cock, the power of his strokes. “Ahhh, yess, suck me, Jay. Yessss!” I moaned and forgot to breathe as he sucked my clit. One more thrust from Derek, and I thrashed and came hard. Consciousness narrowed to that point of my body that was exploding with pleasure. A howl behind me and Derek’s jizz flooded me. The strength of his orgasm rocketed mine higher. He had no sooner finished than Jay’s hard, leaking cock brushed my opening. Derek slipped out, and Jay’s cock head pressed in.
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“Yes, Jay! Fuck me!” I rocked my hips to meet his thrusts. My pussy clenched with aftershocks that soon turned into a new wave rising toward another climax. Jay howled, his hips jerking hard as he spilled inside me. I grabbed his hips, holding him close while I ground my clit on his hard body, his cock still deep inside me. He rolled his hips, once, twice, and I came so hard my head swam. Both men licked and stroked me back down to earth. The lethargy of a well-satiated body filled me. Soon they snuggled with me between them. “So, Pretty, what do you think? Like what you see?” Jay’s voice held a smile. I stretched like a cat. “Hmm. I might need a closer look. Later.” I laughed when two hard and ready cocks bumped into my sides. “Are those things hard all the time?” “Not all the time. What can we say, we like sex.” Derek snickered and stroked a single finger over my breast. “Especially sex with you, Pretty.” Jay kissed my neck, sending shivers down my back. Holly cow. How often could I handle intercourse with two randy young men? It’s not like I was twenty anymore. I paused, frowning. Had I missed a birthday? How the hell old was I now? Somewhere around thirty, that sounded about right. Derek’s hand combed through my hair. “What’cha thinking about, pretty Mei? You look worried.” I shrugged. “Just wondering if one human woman can keep up with you two young bucks.” I yawned, and they chuckled. “Wore you out, huh? Good thing we don’t have much to do besides laze in bed.” Jay’s hips rocked softly against me. “You’re incorrigible! And it’s time to eat.” I wiggled myself loose while they laughed. It might kill me keeping those two satisfied but death by orgasm sounded fine by me. And not only wasn’t I alone anymore, but I wasn’t lonely. Somehow these two
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young men -- I couldn’t call them beasts -- made me feel at home and complete for the first time in my life. And then I banged into a chair that shouldn’t have been there. “Shit!” I rubbed at the bruised spot on my hip. “Sorry, Mei.” Jay jumped up to help me. “I forgot to put it back. Are you OK?” “Fine.” I reached out, and he took my hand, pulling me in for a scorching kiss. “Hey, I need food.” I laughed into his smiling mouth. “I’m hungry too.” He kissed down my neck and rubbed his hard cock on me. A small flame burst to life. Yeah, they were gonna kill me at this rate -- and I was looking forward to it.
Brannan Black Brannan Black grew up dreaming about epic adventures with strong men and women doing heroic deeds. She’s been a belly dancer, horse breeder, mom, Reiki master and crazy. Really, certifiably crazy. That’s what folks say when the people in your head won’t leave you alone. When their worlds and lives seem as real as this one. Now she writes their stories, making them happy, and people call her an author instead of nuts. She lives quietly, more or less, on a small ranch with her husband, multiple cats, dogs and horses. Blog: http://brannansfantasies.blogspot.com Website: www.EpicRomances.com Email:
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