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  Even now, whilst one side of her was freaking out big time, the other part of her, the bit she had only glimpsed in warped dreams, prowled to be set free. Her skin heated, and beads of perspiration broke out all over her body. Her vision narrowed and sharpened, and her hearing, too, grew sharper. She could hear the crickets chirping outside, as clearly as if the French doors leading out onto a balcony had been open. The faint hum of traffic on an A-road nearby seemed too loud, as did the rustle of leaves on the trees surrounding the twins’ property.

  A movement on the skirting board caught her attention. A tiny beetle scurried along, the thud of his feet a loud echo in her brain. Dimly aware of Jake and Carter removing their clothing, sensations overloaded her. Her skin seemed too tight for its frame, and she curled up into a ball, only to shift onto her hands and feet. Driven by some unknown instinct she followed her body's cues, as her nails lengthened and her skin stretched and gave way.

  Anastasia lost all sense of time and place, too lost in the cloud of pain as bones cracked and rearranged, and she transformed into the stuff of nightmares. Her claws sliced through the sheets, and, her shift completed, she leapt off the bed with a grace and speed she had never been capable of her in her human form.

  Two beautiful cougars barred her escape route. One slightly smaller than the other, their blue and all so familiar eyes pinned her in place, and she bowed her head in submission without any conscious thought on her part.

  It seemed in her large cat form, she had no problem recognizing the superior males. Their intoxicating scent wrapped itself around her enhanced senses, and a purr rumbled from deep inside her chest.

  Jake flashed her a toothy grin, and she whimpered her need when he nudged her and licked her ear. Carter mirrored his brother's actions on her other side, and Anastasia filled her lungs with their intoxicating scent.

  It called her home, as did the voices in her head.

  This was the easiest way to show you.

  You're beautiful.

  And ours.

  If you have us.

  Back and forth Jake's and Carter's thoughts projected to her, and had she been in her human form the explicit turn those thoughts were taking would have had her turn the color of beetroot. As it was, however, she lapped up the attention, the twins’ animal growls calling to the beast inside her. She caught a glimpse of the three of them in the reflection of the window, and her heart stalled. Smaller than both of the cougars, her animal still looked magnificent. A black panther stared back at her, her fur the exact shade of her hair, only far more luscious and shiny than her hair had ever been.

  She nudged the two males out of the way and put one paw in front of the other, awestruck by the ease and grace with which she did so. She wanted to run, to stretch, to explore this newfound power, but in a blur of movement Jake shifted back to his human form.

  The sight of him naked and fully aroused stopped her in her tracks, and his laugh bounced around in her brain. Carter, too, shifted, and Anastasia set back on her haunches to admire the physical perfection in front of her. Her claws sliced through the oak flooring, and she whimpered her need, as Carter took himself in hand and stroked his cock in slow, measured moves. It stood to attention from its thatch of dark blond hair, so thick she doubted her fingers would touch were she to wrap her hand around his girth. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the top, and she panted her desire to taste him. He smelled divine and no doubt would taste even better, and she was suddenly desperate to do so. But not like this.

  She had no idea how this worked, but she did know that she needed to get back to her human form, if only she could figure out how to do so.

  Jake crouched low, and his scent, too, engulfed her so that she flopped on her belly, her legs too weak to support her. He buried his hands in her fur and rubbed behind her ears. Just like she had seen her cat do countless times, every muscle in Anastasia's body relaxed and she could have sworn she purred under his clever hands.

  That's my girl, relax. You need to shift back, sweetheart. Jake's thoughts dripped into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and she opened her mouth to answer him. The resulting roar shook the room, and Jake tightened his hold on her fur. Carter stroked himself faster, regarding her through half closed eyelids.

  Fuck, you're so hot when you do that.

  Carter's thoughts, too, registered in her psyche seconds before she actually heard him say the words, and her heart beat faster at the connection they shared. She didn't understand any of this, but she knew deep down in her soul, that this was special, even considering the extraordinary circumstances she found herself in.

  Relax, sweetheart. Allow yourself to shift.

  You can do it. We need you to come back to us.

  With Jake's and Carter's voices calling her back to them Anastasia tried to shift, but it was useless.

  I can't do it. I don't know how.

  Somehow she got her thought to project, and the men's approval coated her in a warm cloud of happiness.

  Yes, you can. Just focus on us and think human. Don't force it. Let it happen. Trust us.

  Jake gave her one last stroke, from the top of her head all the way along her spine down to the tip of her tail, and Anastasia's beast purred her approval. When he stepped back Anastasia felt curiously bereft.

  Focus, sweetheart. Come back to us.

  The words grounded her, and she braced herself against the torment. Not as intense as the first time, yet still all-consuming the white haze clouded her vision, and her breaths turned choppy as her body rearranged itself. Tears rolled down her face as the flash of white hot pain rolled along every one of her nerve endings. By the time she became aware of her surroundings again, Anastasia was a sobbing mess.

  Jake murmured soothing nonsense into her hair, and she snuggled closer into his comforting presence. Another set of hands joined Jake's, and comfort turned to slow burning arousal when Carter cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her hardening nipples.

  "You have such amazing tits, little one."

  "I'm hardly little." She moaned her protest as Jake chose that moment to suckle his earlier bite mark. Darts of arousal skittered along her skin, and she ran her hands over the impressive ridges of his abdomen. The hardness of his cock under her ass sent renewed moisture between her legs, and both men groaned in unison. With her heightened senses she, too, could smell the powerful aphrodisiac of their combined scents mingling in the air around them and she gave into temptation. She ducked her head and suckled the tiny flat nipples on Jake's chest. Instantly they hardened under her ministrations in much the same way as her own grew stiffer under Carter's fingers.

  Jake's cock twitched under her, and he grasped her hips and lifted her slightly, just enough to run his fingers through her sopping slit repeatedly. A shudder went through her, and she lost her rhythm when Carter replaced his fingers with his hot mouth.

  Jake thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole in tune to Carter's suckles, and need rose in waves of bliss deep inside her core. She panted her arousal and wrapped her hand around Carter's dick. Just as she'd thought, her fingers did not meet. Velvet covered steel, it seemed to swell in her hands even more, and she ached to taste him. She had never wanted to have a cock in her mouth as much as she did at this moment. To be filled by both of them would be fulfilling her ultimate dirty fantasy.

  Jake stepped up his assault on her clit, his fingers curling upwards to find the sweet spot inside her cunt, and Anastasia saw stars. Carter bit down on her nipple, and she screamed, the pleasurable sting tumbling her over the edge again in another breathtaking orgasm. Her pussy walls clenched and unclenched in desperate need around Jake's fingers, and she rode them with reckless abandonment.

  "So fucking beautiful. She's so wet for us, Carter. I need to take her. Are you ready, sweetheart?" Jake's hoarse voice in her ear made her even needier.

  "Yes, please … God yes. I want to feel you both, but I never…"

  She bit her lip in embarrassment, and Jake swat
ted her ass with enough force to sting. She yelped and glared at him over her shoulder, but Carter yanked her head back by her hair to make her focus on him.

  "Have you ever taken two men at once, little one?" His azure gaze bored into hers, and her stomach hollowed out at the thought of having them both fill her, stretch her. He frowned at whatever he read in her eyes, and she cursed her stupid brain. Memories flooded her, memories of pain and degradation, memories that she thought she had dealt with, memories she did not need right now, but it was useless. The door to her painful past swung wide open, and her arousal swept away like a feather caught in an updraft.

  She released the death grip she still had on Carter's cock and tried to get away, but Jake had an iron hold on her hips now. He growled low in his throat, and his claws ran out. Little pinpricks of pain they dug into her tender flesh and served to bring her back to the here and now.

  "Who was he? Give me his name, and I will tear him limb from fucking limb for hurting you."

  Half shifted, Carter's eyes glowed, showing the strength of his beast, and his fangs glistened in the light. The sight should have been terrifying, yet it had the opposite effect on her.

  "And I will finish off what's left of him." Jake growled in her ear, and she couldn't help her shiver of need.

  She shook her head, and both men grumbled their annoyance.

  "It was a long time ago. It doesn't matter now."

  "Yes, it does." Carter's gaze grew even more intense if that was possible, and had she been able to move she would have cowered in a corner somewhere. As it was she had nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, and in truth she didn't want to.

  "Tell us," Jake said. His voice had dropped an octave, the edge of command unmistakable, and Anastasia's insides clenched in desperate need for this man and his brother. Carter's quiet strength seemed to seep into her very soul, giving her the courage to recount that terrible night.

  "There isn't much to tell, really. James was my boyfriend. We'd been taking it slow, because I had never actually had sex. Had never wanted to, but at least with him, I felt like I wanted to try. I'd experimented at home, you know." Heat rose in her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to Carter's collar bone instead. A faint silver line marked his perfect skin, and she vowed to ask him about that scar sometime soon. Carter nudged her chin up, and the quiet understanding in his eyes chased some of the terror of that night away.

  "Nothing wrong in that, sweetheart, and you know there is a reason you didn't want to have sex with anyone." Jake shifted her as he spoke, so that she sat on the bed. Sandwiched between her men, their heat and strength cocooned her in safety, and she gave Jake a watery smile.

  "You mean I'm not just a cold fish?"

  Carter swore and claimed her lips in a teeth-clashing kiss that left her mouth bruised with the force of his possession. She blinked at him when he finally released her and drew a shuddering breath into her oxygen starved lungs. Jake's hand settled on her thigh. Hot and heavy, it laid claim to her, his claws once again digging into her flesh, the pricks of pain declaring his ownership as clearly as the rumble in her ear.

  "After everything we shared, you still need to ask that, sweetheart?"

  He turned her head around, and he, too, possessed her mouth. Where Carter's had been hard and punishing, Jake's kiss was a slow exploration of her lips and tongue that left her breathless and tingly from head to toe. He sipped from her lips as though they were the sweetest nectar, their lips and his hand on her thigh, the only places they connected. Every time she touched her tongue to his he retreated in a maddening dance that had her climb the rungs of arousal again. By the time he finally released her with a final nip to her bottom lip, moisture coated her pussy lips and trickled down the inside of her thigh. Jake withdrew his claws and swiped just one finger through her cream. With a wicked grin he lifted that glistening digit up for her to see and popped it into her mouth.

  "Taste your need for us, and then tell me you're a cold fish."

  Her familiar musk invaded her senses, and she groaned. Carter took her hand and guided it back to his thick cock.

  "Look what you do to us. Your responsiveness is such a gift. That bastard didn't deserve it."

  She smiled through her tears and stroked Carter's cock. He growled low in his throat, and his dick pulsed under her fingers. Jake's hard erection dug into her hip, and a feminine rush of power went through her, obliterating her doubts.

  "You don't know what he did, so how can you be so angry on my behalf?" She grasped Jake's cock, too, stroking both men in unison. Jake was just as well-endowed as Carter, and the thought of taking them both at once excited and scared her in equal measures.

  "I don't need to know what he did. My imagination works just fine. He forced himself on you, didn't he?" Carter's voice grew needy, his breath coming in short gasps, and she ran her fingernail along the slit of his cock head. His pre-cum coated her fingers, aiding the up and down glide of her hand.

  She nodded once in confirmation, and Carter's roar shook the room. It was the sexiest sound ever, and made her forget all about that night. It didn't matter anymore, not here with these two men wanting her as much as she needed them.

  "Enough talking." Jake groaned the words into her neck. "Carter will explode if you don't wrap that pretty mouth of yours around his dick, and I need to bury myself deep inside your wet cunt. Get on your knees, sweetheart."

  The tone of his voice brooked no argument, and Anastasia scrambled to comply.

  Steadying herself with her hands on Carter's thighs, anticipation made her mouth dry at the rustle of foil and the snap of a condom behind her. Carter grasped his dick, and palmed one of her breasts with the other hand, before he slid that hand up and cupped her cheek. The emotion on his face blew her away.

  "God, she has the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, bro."

  Jake's reverent tone of voice trembled through her, and the last of her worries fled. Carter and Jake were nothing like James. For starters she was so aroused that her cream slid down her thighs. No doubt she would leave a wet stain on the sheets.

  "Swallow Carter, sweetheart. Let me see you eat him." Jake's low murmur spurred her into action, and she lowered her head. The action left her butt in the air, her swollen pussy on clear view to Jake, and he swore. She smiled and licked the drop of moisture clinging to Carter's bulbous head away. His very essence exploded on her tongue, and she groaned in unison with her men. Jake ran the tip of his cock through her slit repeatedly, and she tensed slightly when he circled her hole.

  "Relax, sweetheart, I'll make this good for you, I promise. It will be as though this is your first time. The way it should have been with your destined mates."

  There it was again, that word mate. It sent her heart aflutter, and a warm glow spread through her chest at the thought of belonging to these two men. Even if it was just for this moment—this orgasm project—as Maria had called it, she would take this and cherish it always.

  She shut down the questioning part of her brain and allowed herself to just feel. From the velvety softness of the skin on Carter's cock as she took him as deep as she could, to the fierce grip Jake had on her hips, and the incredible fullness, as his cock slowly penetrated her. She moaned around the thick dick filling her mouth, and Carter thrust his hips at the same time as Jake seated himself fully in the tight clasp of her body.

  All Anastasia could do was hold on as the men took over. Carter's hands guided her head up and down his shaft in ever faster movements, every upward thrust of his hips causing his dick to hit the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and breathed through her nose, loving the way he fucked her mouth in tune to his brother's rod in her pussy battering her inside. They weren't taking it easy on her, and she screamed around Carter's cock as her first orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Her pussy walls clamped around Jake's member, and he swore and pumped faster. Angling his hips every move scraped against her g-spot and sent her tumbling into another release so intense she could barely breathe.

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p; Carter's hold on her head grew painful, and with one last deep throated thrust, jets of his seed exploded in her mouth, at the same time as Jake shouted her name. Anastasia swallowed every last drop of Carter's semen coating her tongue, and she moaned the loss of both her men's cocks as they each withdrew.

  Her bite marks throbbed, and her jaw ached. Her canines lengthened and without any conscious thought on her part she bit down on the side of Carter's thigh. He roared, in pleasure or pain she wasn't quite sure, all she did know was the need to taste him, to brand him, like he had done to her. She licked the bite with a primitive sense of satisfaction and then followed her nose to find Jake.

  He'd sat back on his haunches, watching her with such a look of raw lust and need on his face her panther roared to be set free.

  "Are you sure this is what you want, sweetheart?" The words barely registered through the mist invading, as her body shifted, and she leapt on him. His neck called her, and his blood filled her mouth as she bit down hard. His yelp of pain, or was that joy, she couldn't quite determine, was the last conscious thought she had, before her beast took over completely.

  One quick shoulder charge pushed the French doors open, and with another leap off the first floor balcony she was free. The forest called her, and she simply ran.

  Chapter Three

  The insistent hammering on the door joined the shrill tones of her entrance bell being rung continuously, and Anastasia stuffed her cushion over her head. It was barely morning, and after the last few days she'd had, she didn't need the early intrusion. How she had managed to return to her own flat the night she had left the twins and run out into the forest she would never know, but somehow she had indeed made it back here. She had shifted into her human form under the cover of the rosebushes, and having nicked some clothing off the washing line, had retrieved her spare key from her elderly neighbor. It was just as well Mr. Jenkinson was an insomniac as well as half blind, for she had been a right state. Covered in blood, mud, and with numerous scratches marking her skin, not to mention Jake's and Carter's bite marks which still throbbed like crazy, she would have given the old man the shock of his life otherwise. As it was he had squinted up at her, as though he had never seen her before.