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  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!”

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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.

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p; 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.