ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (10 page)

              “Tell me now.” Caleb demanded.

              Hailey was utterly quiet the whole time and just propped herself beside Caleb, across from Anton.

              “Here read this.” Anton gave Caleb a piece of parchment paper. It was a letter that was really old and written in a delicate and ornate fashion.

Dear Romano,

I have just come back from the Alpha ritual of the Storms and now I am beginning to fear for my little boys.

I am scared. I never thought it would be this gruesome. But I tell you this, you must help me, or else, I shall die from the fright of seeing my children go through the same amount of pain their alpha had just experienced tonight. They are cruel people, my dear Romano. I now regret why I chose to marry Vlad. I regret why I chose to be with him over you. I was scared of what their father could do to me or my family.

              The letter was between Romano Dominguez and a woman who called herself his “White Lily”.

I fear that even if I object with all my might and power, I could not change the destiny of my children. They will have to go through the same thing. It is quite scary how they can only gain their powers if they undergo this ritual.

I know my children will want to go through it. But probably just like all other Storms, they shall choose to do so later in their lives to make sure they survive.

It’s funny that we wolves fear them because of their power, but the truth is, very few of them have it, and for good reason too. I cannot imagine my children going through it even when they become of proper age.

No! I cannot see them blinded only to receive that power of sight. I cannot take it as a mother.

You must rescue me.

With love,

Your White Lily.

              Caleb shivered in place. The silence ate them all up before he finally stood before both of them and said, “I’ll do it. The power to see can never be had if I still see with my old eyes. I understand it now.”

              Anton fell silent at the proclamation of Caleb.

              “No. I can’t let you. What if something goes wrong? Even your forefathers were scared to do it when they could count on the knowledge all of them had at that time.” Hailey said with a forceful tone.

              “What if it doesn’t work? What if that letter is fake?” Hailey shot daggers with her eyes at Anton.

              “What if I don’t do anything?” Caleb asked. “What if the mark wears off and we don’t know how to taint you. What if they find out about you and take you away from me?” Caleb was getting all too emotional.

              “I do not even think I could live with myself, Hails.” Caleb finished.

              He looked to Anton, and gave him a slight nod. Anton knew Caleb was serious and sure. He knew that Caleb knew that if it were him in that exact position, he would do the same.

              “Tonight, when the moon is full and the wolf’s bane is dry, you Dominguez will blind me.” Caleb said while Hailey rushed out of the door crying frantically at Caleb’s declaration.

              “I swear by the moon Storm, I will aid you as you ascend as an Alpha.” Anton said. There was silence after as the two men looked to each other for comfort they badly needed.

              Tonight, Caleb was going to go blind.

TO BE CONTINUED

              Winded. That’s how it all seemed to feel at first, just plain and simple windedness. He could barely breathe even though he was racing to catch his breath with intermittent heaves and gasps. It seemed like there was smoke clogging his lungs. He tried to heave in air like a runner sprinting that last one hundred meter stretch, but nothing came in.

              “Caleb!” A voice in the distance beckoned him like an all too sanctimonious call. Should he heed? That was the question that summoned with a distinct incessancy. The man who lay there –Caleb Storm of the house of Storms – was willing to endure the pain and suffering he was going through right then and there for the love of a mysterious woman – Hailey. He had recently found out that he knew nothing about this woman, whose savage appetite for sex was insatiable – whose origins unknown.

              “Caleb!” The voice beckoned yet again. However, this time it was far fiercer, more yearning. It sounded like a poor little girl in search of her lost doll.

              The pain became clearer now. He didn’t feel winded, but more like he was slowly drowning. The pain that radiated from his temples down to the nape of his neck that shot bullet-like stings through his entire muscular frame sent him screaming.

              “Caleb!” This time the voice was more of a hopeless call, like one that might be yelled out to someone you know is already gone. This is an all too familiar call to Caleb. It was the exact same call he made to his father.

              “Papa!” The young blond boy with pale skin screamed. The man who had his shoulder tried to pull him away from the wrapped remains of the last Alpha of the pack of Storms. They couldn’t get the deceased a proper burial, no one could do it. All they were able to do was at least to hasten their bodies return to the earth through flame.

              “It is time my dear child.” The man who had tried to clasp the boy by the shoulder finally said as he lowered himself eye-to-eye with the boy.

              Through his sad eyes, the old man saw the storm brewing. The darkness he saw in the boy’s eyes were just like the darkness that rolled over the cold unrelenting sea that they traversed in order to get to that very country they had built their life on – the New World.

              They lowered the caskets one at a time. There was an eerie silence that enveloped the whole scene.

              All of sudden there were white flashes of light. Pain was the last sensation he felt before he blacked out.

              “This is a mistake!” Hailey called. Hailey has never been this broken, but she didn’t know that after all she had been through. She had developed a thick skin, but it was not thick enough to protect her from the rallying emotions that struck her like waves of electricity, coursing through her every fiber.

              She was just this young nurse who needed to get away from a backwards little town in the heart of the mid-west. She just wanted to be free from the inconsistencies of her life – the memories that now seem to be all too muddled.               She loved Caleb, this she knew all too well, but the man with the distinctly rich and sometimes pompous demeanor who was clasping her with his big brown arms, was someone she could not let go. She could not make up her mind, but this is something she had not really gotten overly emotional over.

              The two men were content sharing her bed and even sharing her body. But how long would it last? Will it end? Will Caleb realize that Hailey was not really worth looking his eyes to? Will Anton finally realize his station and how low Hailey is compared to himself? Will the time come when either wolf will realize that she was a mere chattel that could be used by themselves or traded off for a hefty price? Hailey’s mind raced with these insecure thoughts.

              Hailey could be thinking all these things, as most women her age would, but she did not let them get the best of her. She had something in her heart, etched deep within her humanity that was keeping her score as to what she had right then and there – hope. Hope was what drove her to New York, and it is hope that is keeping her sanity together.

              “Hailey?” Anton reached for her thoughts as she strayed away aimlessly in her own mind. She snapped out of her almost delirious state.

              “Caleb?” Hailey replied as she tried to pivot her view towards the man who laid there in the forum they had set up.

              “He’s pretty strong.” Anton said as he pointed out to the group of white men fixing him up and punching tubes into and from his lifeless looking body.

“He’s okay…” Anton began. “But we have to keep praying real hard right now that Caleb will get his new sight, because his old sight is definitely gone.”

              Hailey’s heart froze. This was not news to her, but hearing it out loud just after they had subjected Caleb to that crazy ritual of blinding just jolted her. Everything was just making her testy. Even things that shouldn’t shock or scare her already do, and quite effectively too.

              All of a sudden, she saw movement from the bed. It was minute and it was probably nothing for sure - probably just one of the attendants moving him, but Hailey knew it was something so she rushed to his side. The power suddenly went out just as she was about to grab him.

              “Don’t worry; the generators will kick in in a few seconds.” Anton gestured to the men who were standing idly by.

              “I saw him move…” She looked to Anton. “Caleb?”

              Silence followed but she felt Caleb rustle from his own bed. Hailey felt her heart beat incredibly fast she didn’t know why. At least the lights came back on shortly.

              “Caleb?” Excitement filled her heart. Her mind was buzzing with so much relief and anticipation. At least she knew she had not caused the death of Caleb. What she was waiting for and fearing so much, was the prospect of him going permanently blind.

              The lights started to flicker again. The generator then sounded off and the electricity was restored back to normal once again.

              “That’s odd.” Anton quipped as he annoyed looked at the lights and to the men who were busy minding their own selves and not the leader of one of the strongest wolf clans in the United States.

              He turned his attention to Caleb who was still lying there unmoving. He too was anxious about the recovery of Caleb Storm. But more so than that, he had already formed a bond, a sort of kinship with him that was strong and real. It could have formed during that time when he had him shared a bed with Hailey in the wildest encounter he had ever experienced, or probably from the fact that they shared a convergent storyline. He knew, regardless of when and how it formed, he and Caleb had a bond that ran deep.

              “Is he okay?” Anton asked.

              “Shh…” Caleb replied.

              “Caleb?” Hailey asked softly.

              “My head hurts.” Caleb answered and all of a sudden he screamed.

              “My eyes!” Caleb was in so much pain that Hailey was frozen on the spot.

              Caleb stood up and pulled all the IV lines and tubes jutting from him as he peeled off the bandages on his face.

              He rolled over in extreme pain, but Hailey knew better than to approach him. Anton stepped back as he knew this was something that was quite expected.

              “Noooo!” Caleb yelled in pain.

              “Caleb?” Hailey called. As though her voice was a key or magical anti-dote to suffering, the pains suddenly subsided and all he felt was windedness. He felt winded and nothing more. He was gasping desperately for air, but after a while the heaving slowed down. He slowly opened his eyes and as he did, Hailey could see that if the ritual did not work at all, at least it had some effect.

              “Your eyes.” Hailey said with her jaw dropped all the way down to the floor. It was a sort of disbelief you only get when you see something so awe inspiring, like an oasis in the middle of the desert.

              “I can see.” Caleb said as his vision revealed the image of Hailey crying and running towards him just before he passed out.

              Caleb came to a few hours later and they didn’t stop to celebrate at this little success. They went immediately to work trying to discover his powers and their extent. They knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but if they were able to induce the power and awaken it from its dormancy inside of Caleb, they knew they would succeed in training him just enough so they can unveil the true identity of the keeper, Hailey's keeper, whose identity had remained a mystery.

              It was easy at first. All they did was show Caleb some of Anton’s treasures his family had kept in a cloaked room. Caleb was quick enough to point to the shimmering gold goblet that was placed right beside the old clock placed over the fireplace.

              It was easy enough for Caleb to even remove some magical cloaking Anton’s family had witch’s cast on a huge urn that was supposed to be King Tut’s. It was quite exhilarating for Caleb but he knew this was not really something worth so much celebration and joy. This was something just the first steps – baby steps, even towards fulfilling his task.

              “Enough. Time is running.” Caleb demanded.

              “It’s barely been twenty four hours since the ritual, are you even sure you are not going to pass out on us.” Anton began. “Plus, there is just so much you need to practice on.”

              “Yes. Gustav was powerful enough and he wasn’t able to see or uncover the identity of my keeper. “Hailey pitched in. Caleb just stood there looking at Hailey, which made Anton a tiny bit uncomfortable.

              “For you, I will go to hell and back.” Caleb said. There was a whole new bearing to his gait that Hailey quickly caught on. His eyes that now had a pleasant glow that mesmerized her even more than before. The dark blue sea in his eyes was still dark and very blue, but the storm had passed, and she could see the crystal clear waters that etched his soul.

              Anton flinched at his statements. He blushed uncontrollably as if those words were directed to him. The room fell quiet as the three stood a few feet away from each other in Anton’s treasure room. Hailey stepped towards Caleb as she reached out her hand towards his face.

              Caleb did not think twice before placing his lips against hers. Hailey quickly broke off the kiss as she raised her hand to beg for Anton’s. He obliged readily. As he drew closer, Anton could feel Caleb’s hand against his quivering back.

              Anton kissed Hailey passionately as Caleb maneuvered his hand under her shirt to unsnap her bra. Click. It was that easy. Hailey’s heaving breasts hardly contained by her dainty white lace bra were no match for Caleb and his formidable dexterity.

              “I need you.” Caleb whispered with such a command that it made Hailey whimper in a mix of delight and a sense of obligation. She had never felt this way before about Caleb. This was the new Caleb - prouder and stronger. He boldly lifted her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor.

              Anton slid his hand down his own pants to relieve his penis pushing against them. Hailey saw him ache with pleasure while Caleb lowered his head and sucked eagerly on her nipple while his hand massaged her other breast. Hailey reached down with her hand into Anton’s black pants as the he moaned in an unbelievable wave of pleasure. Hailey could feel herself getting wetter by the second as she pulled Anton’s cock out of his pants and grasped it firmly, admiring its strong girth. He flinched as the friction of Hailey’s hand shocked his vulnerable member with some static electricity.

              “Ouch.” He gritted as the pain mingled in his psyche with the pleasure of Hailey’s expert motion, jacking him off relentlessly and vigourously.

              Caleb removed every piece of clothing he had on, and so did Anton as their bodies mingled with each other. His hands brushed the supple buttocks of Caleb as their hands and tongues explored every inch of Hailey’s body. She was perfectly content being the center of all the sexual energies emanating from both wolves.

              It was a roller coaster of finitely tedious yet gratifying movements that cemented the fact that it might never be just Hailey with one of the boys; it was going to be always the three of them in a true Ménage-a-trois.

******

              As they finally put together the clothes they had shed in the spur of the moment act of gratification, they convened to the living room to finaly decide their next step.

              “We all know that we need to look for the keeper, but how? That is the actual question we need to answer as soon as we possibly can.” Caleb said as he motioned to the invisible cloaking he and Anton had covered Hailey with to hide her from all the other wolf families who want her dead as a sacrifice to the moon.

              “I think it’s pretty standard now. If my research does me any justice, then your ability to see doesn’t just work in person but also in pictures.” Anton began.

Hailey knew what he was thinking. “I get it; you want Caleb to look at pictures of my past life?”

              Anton nodded.

              “That should work. But the thing is, I don’t have a single photograph of my past here in New York. I have nothing to show you, Caleb.” Hailey said in an exasperated state.