Rae, Beverly - Howling for Sara [Night Runner Werewolves 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition)

by Beverly Rae

  Max drew in her clit, torturing it with his tongue then his teeth. She shuddered as the first orgasm broke free.

  “Oooh. Yes. Yes.”

  Something pushed against her, irritating her. The faces of the men flickered and she reached for them but couldn’t make contact. One by one the men withdrew, sliding off the bed and edging into the darkened room.

  “No. Don’t leave me.”

  Michael was the last to leave. Sadness enveloped him, wafting toward her in waves of regret until, at last, he, too, faded into the blackness.

  * * * *

  “Sara, wake up.”

  Max leaned over her, his attention fixed to her rapturous face. A rosy blush colored her cheeks and her mouth parted just enough for the tip of her tongue to peek out. Her hand clutched her breast, and although she wore the nightgown he’d left on the bed for her—one of those they’d purchased before she’d arrived—he could see her hardened nipples. He shook her again, gently at first, then with more urgency.

  Her eyelids fluttered open then closed. Brushing his hand off her shoulder, she slid her hand down her stomach, pushing the nightgown out of the way. Max let out a long, slow breath and watched her run her fingers between her folds.

  “Aw, man.” The ache within him soared higher, and he heard Michael’s groan behind him. He had to have her. But he knew Michael and Nick wouldn’t be happy to be left out.

  With William searching for Jimmy, who still hadn’t returned home, and Ranlon busy vaccinating livestock, the three men were left to care for Sara. To care for her and to make her feel welcome in more than the usual hospitable way. He watched her as her hand quickened, her movements unmistakable.

  Nick grabbed his shoulder and Max cringed under his grip. “Take it easy, Nick. We can’t just jump on her all at once.”

  “You mean like Michael did last night?” Nick half spoke, half growled his words.

  “Hey, bro, I did what I had to do.” Michael grinned. “And I’m hoping I get to do it again.”

  Max swept his tongue over his upper lip, his focus centered on the rapid movement of her hand. “Damn, she’s driving me crazy.” Taking both shoulders, he shook her.

  Her eyes flew open and startled, brown eyes stared up at him. The heat of embarrassment flashed up her neck and into her face. “Oh, my God.” She yanked her hand away from her crotch and reached for the covers.

  Max took her by the wrist and they both froze. His gaze met hers and he knew he had to explain.

  “Sara, you’re dreaming about us. Don’t you see? This was meant to be. You are ours now just as much as we are yours.”

  If she’d wanted to say anything, he didn’t give her the chance. Instead, he crushed his mouth to hers and tore the nightgown away. He tugged his shirt off, followed soon after by his jeans and boots. His heart pounded, the beast inside roaring, clawing its way to the surface. The Change hit him, and he barely kept it contained.

  And yet, she didn’t put up a struggle. Instead, she pushed him back, gave him a look of unbridled desire, then locked her hands behind his head and brought his lips back to hers. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. He moaned, the animal needing its mate. He slid his tongue around, tasting flavors that spoke of hidden delights and promised more. He deepened the kiss, nibbling at her lower lip only to press his mouth hard against hers again.

  The moment his ancestors had spoken of was here. He and his pack would claim their alpha-female and begin expanding the pack. He moaned, releasing the pent-up tension he’d held locked inside him since he’d first felt her presence.

  She broke the kiss and pushed him off her, clouding his mind with confusion. Then, seductively, she reached out her hand for Michael. He tore off his clothes, joined them on the massive bed, and moved to her other side.

  Taking them each by the hair, she pulled them to her breasts. Max sucked on the taut bud then mimicked Michael as he dragged his tongue over a nipple. He sensed her urgency matching his, and he slid his hand down to cup her crotch.

  She would be the one they would all share, the queen bee of their pack, even after they found other women to mate.

  “Nick.”

  She only needed to say his name. Nick, already naked and waiting, climbed onto the bed, taking the treasured place between her legs. She opened for him, lifting her head to watch.

  “Nick.”

  “Keep saying my name, babe. I love it when you say my name.” Lying between her legs, Nick dove in.

  She jerked, then raised her hips to bring her pussy closer to Nick. Max nibbled on her tit and watched his friend feed on her. The ache to have her whipped around in his gut and he groaned, longing to take Nick’s place.

  Sharing would be difficult, but it was a necessity. Only after she’d become the alpha-female of the Night Runners and shared their bed for a year would he and the others be able to seek out other mates.

  She bucked, mewing soft sounds of pleasure as Nick brought her to a climax. Wiping his mouth, he came to his knees then placed his right leg on the other side of her leg. Draping her other leg over his shoulder, he turned her on her side and positioned his cock at her pussy.

  He paused and Max knew what he was doing. After all the waiting, Nick was delaying satisfaction. Nick shot him a grin and Max nodded. His friend enjoyed being at the dizzying precipice of his first mating with the alpha-female.

  Nick rubbed his shaft against her, and Max saw her eyes narrow, her quiet way of telling Nick to hurry. Watching the two of them, Max felt the animal inside him give him more strength, more stamina to please her.

  Nick plunged into her and she cried out, calling Nick’s name, then Michael’s, and finally his. Ramming in and out, Nick closed his eyes and increased his speed.

  Her pouty lips parted in pleasure, leaving Max speechless. All he could think about was her lips around his cock, pulling, tugging, drinking him in. He sat on his knees, his shaft in his hand, and slowly massaged himself. She took one look at him and reached for his cock.

  His balls tightened as her hand wrapped around him and drew him inside her mouth. Her warmth mixed with his internal heat, and his gut clenched in expectation. She twirled her tongue around him, then skimmed it over the sensitive mushroomed cap and he almost lost all control.

  She was more than he’d expected, more than he’d dared hope for.

  Nick leaned to the side, angling himself to thrust deeper into her pussy and opening her butt cheeks for Michael. “Holy shit, but she’s tight.” His words were breathy, and he panted as he drove into her again, harder, faster.

  Michael reached for the lube in the nightstand and rubbed the gel around her tight asshole. “I can’t wait any longer, babe.”

  Sara moaned, then let Max’s cock slide from her mouth to turn toward Michael. “I’ve never had anyone do…that before.”

  “Shit. If you don’t want to…” Michael looked at him and Max saw the disappointment in his friend’s face. He wasn’t sure if they could stand it if she said no. They’d wanted to claim her from behind from the first moment they’d known of her existence.

  She shook her head. “No, I want to. Just…”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll take it as easy as I can.” She quivered as Michael used a finger to prepare her. “Breathe. Relax. Let it happen.”

  She closed her eyes and nodded. Then, taking Max’s cock again, she cupped his balls and slowly, deliciously pulled his shaft inside her mouth. She rocked, bringing him in and out, pressing her tongue flat against him. He slid his hand under her head to help hold her to him.

  Max trembled and held on to the edge of the climax. He’d waited so long and now she was here.

  “Ass-fuck her, Michael. I want to see you do it before I lose my wad.” Max caressed her hair, hoping his touch would ease the bluntness of his words.

  * * * *

  Michael rubbed some of the lubricant over his cock then slid two fingers between Sara’s butt cheeks. Her muscles contracted, tightening against the invasion, but he continued. He pum
ped her, finger-fucking her, getting her ready for him.

  He’d thought of her last night, his mind centered on her. He’d wondered that she’d accepted his help so easily and given thanks that she’d offered herself to him first. Then he’d dreamed of her, remembering her look of elation when he’d taken her. Was there anything better in life?

  Only one worry had tried to fight its way into his consciousness, but he’d managed to keep it at bay until this morning. Jimmy still hadn’t returned home, and Michael couldn’t shake the awful feeling that the youngest Night Runner needed help. By then, however, he couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her and had instead sent William in search of Jimmy. To send more than one of them into town would have caused more trouble.

  He’d had to use every ounce of his willpower to keep from breaking down the bathroom door. Several times, he’d found himself in the hallway leading to her bedroom and more than once, he’d run into one of the others. But he and the others had managed to keep their word. Instead, they’d finally taken out their frustrations, running under the moonlit sky until one by one they fell to the ground, exhausted.

  Damn, she was tight. Tight and lovely and oh-so sexy. He slapped her butt cheek, thrilling at the sound. She uttered a small cry, compelling him to push another finger inside her. “You’re ready.”

  Taking his cock, he eased it between her cheeks and slid it into her. She clenched her ass again, making herself even tighter, and took a long drag on Max’s cock. The Change washed over Michael, and the world around him became amber colored.

  Gripping her ass, Michael steadied her, clenching his butt cheeks as he slammed into her deeper, the muscles of her delicious ass tightening around him. He fucked her, harder, then slower, then speeding up again. He closed his eyes and listened to the slap of flesh meeting flesh.

  “Just relax, baby. You’re doing great.” She was even better than last night, and he sensed his orgasm coming. If only he could stay like this, his cock buried in her bottom, his hand slapping her soft, white flesh.

  Perspiration wetted Nick’s forehead and Michael could see him tense, readying for his release. Michael thrust against her and he felt the ripple of her butt’s movement against his palms. She matched his rhythm, her breasts bouncing as he pounded into her from behind and Nick plunged into her pussy.

  Nick grinned at him. “I think I can feel you, man. Oh, hell, yeah!” Nick growled as his climax racked through him.

  Max, his sex-fogged gaze glued to Sara as she licked and sucked on his cock, closed his eyes. He stiffened and an expression of ecstasy etched his features a second before he groaned and released his seed. She took him in, drinking from him as Michael leaned back to drive deeper into her.

  Sweat dripped from their bodies onto the bed. He realized he wouldn’t last much longer and hated that he couldn’t stay inside her forever. Tensing, he fought against it, failed, and gave in to the bliss of his orgasm.

  Exhausted, Michael fell to her side and watched as Nick and Max slumped to the bed around her. She was where she was supposed to be, surrounded by the men of her pack.

  Wanting to have one more moment of possession, Michael pulled her closer, wrapping his arm protectively over her. He cupped her breast and bent forward to give her a kiss.

  “Are you okay?”

  She snuggled into him. “Definitely.”

  Max sent Michael a grin then gestured for him to tell her what needed to be said.

  “William, Ranlon, and Jimmy are going to want time with you, too.”

  She let out a breath, then shuddered. “I know.”

  “And you’re okay with us? I thought since you didn’t leave, since you welcomed us into your bed…”

  “I’m fine. Just give me time to get used to this. Going from no man in my life to so many is unnerving. But I’ll get there.”

  “Then why do you tremble? Are you still afraid? If they have to, they can wait. We’ll keep them away from you…somehow.” Keeping werewolves away from their alpha-female wouldn’t be easy, if not impossible.

  “It’s just that I’ve never done anything like this before. And what about the dreams?” Her eyes widened. “Oh, my God. We didn’t use a condom. What if—”

  He stopped her, hoping to tamp down her alarm. “It’s okay. And I’m not just saying that like a lot of men do. Nothing, pregnancy or otherwise, can happen until…” He let his words trail off, keeping the remaining words “until you go through the Change” unspoken. She wasn’t ready to handle that yet. “You just have to trust me on this.”

  She shook her head, worry and confusion mixing with the tiredness in her eyes. “Oh, hell. I don’t even understand enough about what’s happening to ask the right questions.”

  Michael tucked her hair behind her ear, his palm cupping her face. “I know this is hard to get your head around, but you’re one of us now. You were meant for us.”

  “You keep saying that, but I don’t know what ‘meant for us’ means. How am I meant for you?”

  He started to tell her more then saw the tiredness in her face. “Don’t worry about it for now. We can talk later when everyone’s here.”

  She looked at him with trusting eyes and he vowed to do whatever he could to keep her safe and contented. “I don’t understand what you’re saying here”—she pointed to her head—“but I do in here.” She placed her hand over her heart. “It’s strange, and I don’t know why, but I believe you. I’ve never felt so wanted.”

  He smiled, hoping to show her how happy she’d made him. “You’re the one and only female we want.” For now at least. Maybe he should go ahead and explain the rest to her. She needed to know how the others would bring more females into the pack, but how she would always be the one they favored the most. “Sara, listen—”

  “Michael! Nick! Max! Get down here!”

  * * * *

  Michael, Max, and Nick hurried from the room. Although Michael ordered her to stay where she was, Sara hopped out of bed and almost stumbled over her suitcase. Just as Michael had said would happen, one of the men had retrieved it from her car and left it in her room.

  She flipped open the lid and threw a pair of shorts, a white tank top, a thong, and the only other pair of shoes she’d brought—thin flats—onto the bed. Dressing as quickly as she could, she tiptoed down the first flight of steps that led to a landing halfway between the floors. She froze, sensing the men were close and that something wrong had happened.

  Trying not to make a sound, she peeked around the wall to spy on the group gathered in the foyer. She pressed her back to the wall, told herself she wasn’t prying, then listened in.

  “Damn it, Jimmy. I told you not to go into town alone.” Michael’s tone was low, ferocious. “I knew there’d be trouble.”

  The young man with blond hair and bright hazel eyes standing in the middle of the group shrugged. Bruises and gashes covered his body, but his injuries didn’t appear to be life threatening. “I needed to get school supplies.”

  Max lifted Jimmy’s face up and snorted. “Who would’ve thought Tom’s Market was a dangerous place?”

  “Carlos and his bunch jumped me as I was leaving, dragged me into the alley, and starting kicking the shit out of me. They’re blaming us for the slaughtered cattle. I tried to tell them we had nothing to do with it. I told them it was a bear, but they wouldn’t listen.” He touched a purple-and-black spot on his battered face and winced. “The stories about us are back, and a lot of people believe them.”

  “It makes the stories easier to believe when they’re true.” Michael paced to the other side of the foyer, then back. “What else?”

  “They tried to make me change.” Jimmy’s eyes glistened as he thrust out his chin. “But I wouldn’t let them goad me into it. Still, by the time they were finished with me, I couldn’t crawl much less make it back here. So I hid out behind the market until I had the strength to change this morning and run home.” Jimmy yanked away from Max and groaned at the effort. “Still hurts like
hell even after shifting to speed up the healing.”

  William, his eyes flashing, threw his car keys on the table next to him. “I found him about a half mile from home, curled up in a ball, his tail between his legs and shivering like he was sitting on ice. He’s damned lucky they didn’t kill him.”

  “They might not be so lucky,” snarled Nick. He whirled around, snatching up William’s keys. “I say we give them what they want. I say we let them see what hurting one of the pack gets them.”

  William grasped his arm, yanking him around to face him. Nick drew back his lips and growled. William reacted, snarling his own defiance. “Stand down, Nick.” His words were garbled, his tone guttural.

  Sara stared in disbelief. The men sounded like animals. Fear gripped her, making her itch to run as fast as she could, uncaring where she went. Was she wrong to have trusted them? Had she walked into a trap?

  She started to ease away when Michael looked her way. Jerking back just in time, she held her breath. She hoped he couldn’t hear her pounding heart.

  But what had she seen before she’d fallen back? Had his eyes really changed color? Were his eyes the amber eyes of the man in her dreams?

  Sara was sure they’d hear her, but she couldn’t turn away. Not until she looked again. She had to be wrong. Although she could believe people could have amber flecks in their eyes, no one’s eyes could turn completely golden. Except those of the men in her dreams and their eyes were a result of her imagination. Michael’s eyes were dark, right?

  Still, hadn’t Michael told her they’d come into her dreams? Hadn’t Michael said they’d waited for just her just like the men in the dreams had done? Then maybe…

  Yet in the dreams, the men had always changed, turning into wolves. Could that part of her dreams be real?

  She edged around the corner and gasped at what she saw.

  Three black wolves and one red wolf paced the floor next to piles of clothing, their tails swishing, their ears twitching. They were larger than any wolves she’d ever seen and moved with an intelligence far beyond any animal’s.