Vegetarian Mate [Pack Law 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Becca Van

Rochelle looked down at her lap. “The orphanage had their own stock, and they used to bring someone in to kill whatever unfortunate animal had been chosen for that week. I used to pet the animals and name them. It was quite a shock to find some of my pets missing. I learned very fast to stay away from the animals.”

  All the women looked sympathetic. “You probably shouldn’t watch the men hunt, in that case,” Michelle said.

  Rochelle recoiled. “I certainly won’t!”

  The others laughed. “They don’t ever catch anything,” Michelle reassured her. “We buy our meat from the supermarket.”

  “Don’t think poorly of us for it,” Keira said. “Werewolves can’t help it.”

  “I know.” As repelled as Rochelle was by the idea of eating meat herself, she was getting used to being surrounded by wolves. There were plenty of other aspects of pack life that made it well worth it to live among carnivores.

  Rochelle felt a frisson on the back of her neck. She glanced toward the living room door and saw Jarrod standing there staring at her. Rochelle had never been more grateful that he didn’t have access to her thoughts than at that moment, though actually, it didn’t look like he was looking at her, more like through her. Something was obviously on his mind, but she just gave him a smile of welcome. She suspected his thoughts were still at work. Her body responded to his presence. Her breasts swelled, her nipples hardened, and her pussy leaked.

  Finally he really looked at her and gave her a wink and smile in return. Then he disappeared back into the hallway.

  * * * *

  Jarrod stood in the living-room doorway, staring at his mate. When she smiled at him he gave her a wink and smiled back. As much as he wanted to walk into the living room, pick Rochelle up, and carry her upstairs, he couldn’t. With one last glance at Rochelle, he backed away and headed outside.

  He went through the kitchen door and into the backyard, listening to the sounds of the others running and howling in wolf form. His own wolf wanted to be let out. Being close to Rochelle all week was testing the limits of his control. But he was still preoccupied with an incident at work earlier that week.

  Harold James, a lone wolf, in his town. The man hadn’t done anything yet, nothing that they could prove, but ever since he’d come into Jarrod’s office, he’d been trying to figure out what the wolf wanted.

  On the surface, James had come to request permission to work in town. It was a formality since James was in the Friess Pack’s territory. But he hadn’t acted like a humble young wolf seeking entry into a pack. In fact, he hadn’t asked about the pack at all…

  “I promise I won’t cause any trouble in your pack, Sheriff Friess,” James had said. “All I’m asking is to stay in your town for a couple of weeks while I look for work.”

  Jarrod had asked, “What sort of work are you looking for?”

  “My main area of expertise is construction, but I’m willing to do anything to earn some much-needed cash.”

  “Define ‘anything.’”

  “Oh, nothing nefarious I assure you, Sheriff. I’m willing to work in the local bar. I’m down on money at the moment, so I can’t afford to be too choosy.”

  “What pack did you say you belonged to?”

  “I don’t belong to any pack, Sheriff. As I have already told you.”

  Jarrod didn’t like it. The bastard was too smarmy for his liking. He wanted nothing more than to kick this lone wolf out of his town. He’d told James that he had to run it by his Alpha before deciding anything. Of course, Jonah had told him to follow his instinct, and his instincts were screaming at him to throw James out of town.

  But if he refused the man’s request, James wouldn’t leave. Jarrod felt certain of that, just as he was sure that James was the lone wolf that had been causing problems around Aztec for weeks. He just needed proof.

  Jarrod sighed and rubbed his eyes. It had been a long, trying week. There was nothing for it but to wait for Harold James to expose himself as a criminal. And in the meantime to make sure Rochelle kept out of his way. Jarrod didn’t want his woman anywhere near the bastard.

  A soft, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Jarrod turned to find Rochelle standing in the doorway to the kitchen. The warm light caught the highlights in her hair. “Are you okay?” she asked.

  “I’m fine.” When he turned back to the kitchen and approached, she backed up, out of his way.

  Something in his chest twisted. Women always did that when he walked toward them. “Need something?” he asked.

  She shook her head. Jarrod shut the door behind her and looked at her. If he were smart, he’d go for a run and get his wolf under control. But he wasn’t feeling smart. He wanted his mate, not to keep running away from her.

  And she wanted him. He could smell her desire from where he stood. Jarrod suppressed a groan.

  “Come here, baby,” he commanded.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. Do as I say.”

  She moved the last couple of steps and cricked her neck to look up at him.

  He put his fingertips beneath her chin to keep her face where he could see it and where she couldn’t help but see him. “Are you scared of me?”

  The indignant look on her face almost made him chuckle. His feisty woman wouldn’t stand for that suggestion.

  “No,” she said. “Malcolm told me that you think that. But I’m not scared of you.”

  Reaching out slowly, so as not to startle her, he gripped her waist and slowly lifted her until she was at eye level with him. She gasped and placed her hands on his shoulders for balance. He could feel the heat of her hands through the thin cotton knit of his shirt and craved her touch on the whole of his naked body.

  “What…” she began to ask, but he ignored the question. Moving an arm, he placed it beneath her ass so she was supported by his forearm.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded and was pleased when she again did as requested. Then with slow deliberation he lowered his head until scant millimeters separated their lips. Her moist breath washed over him, and he groaned when his mouth finally connected with hers.

  One taste would never be enough. She tasted so sweet, and he wanted more of her delectable flavor. Slanting his mouth over hers, he pushed his way into her moist cavern. Tangling his tongue with hers, he groaned as her flavor exploded onto his taste buds.

  Jarrod carried her over to the small, round timber table and slowly lowered her until her ass connected with the wood, still keeping their mouths connected. He withdrew his tongue and nipped her full bottom lip and then sucked the tender morsel into his mouth. Her whimper of need was music to his ears, and he shifted until their crotches were connected. His cock jerked, and he pushed his hips toward hers, rubbing his cock against her cloth-covered mound. He could feel the moist heat emanating from her pussy and knew he wouldn’t be able to stop until he got a taste of her delectable cream.

  With practiced ease, he found the hem of her shirt and slid his hand beneath the fabric. Smoothing his way up over the warm, silky skin of her belly, he didn’t stop until he reached the underside of her breasts. He moved the last couple of inches until he cupped her delectable flesh in his palm. He used his thumb to strum her nipple through the lace of her bra as he moved his mouth to her throat.

  Licking and kissing his way down her neck, he nipped the sensitive skin where her shoulder met with her neck, groaning in response to her mewl of pleasure. With dexterity he didn’t really feel at that moment, he flicked the front clasp of her bra and caught her breast in his hand as it spilled from the confines.

  Moving back from her, he withdrew his hand from beneath her shirt and grabbed the hem. A scant second later, Rochelle was bared to him from the waist up. He perused her body as he inhaled her fruity scent and her musky arousal. She was a goddess. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks tinged a pink hue from her excitement. Her long golden-blonde hair spilled down her back to lie in waves over the wood of the table. Looking at her breasts nearly
made him spend himself in his jeans. They were so full that the weight of them made them lie low against her ribs. They were tipped with very dark nipples. Jarrod never would have guessed she had such beautiful, large breasts hidden beneath her clothes.

  “Open your eyes, baby. I want you to watch me.”

  When her eyelids fluttered and finally opened, he pinned her with his heated gaze and moved closer.

  He wanted her bare to his eyes, and he wanted to taste her sweet pussy now. Tugging on the waistband of her jeans, he popped open the button and slowly lowered the zipper. Pushing his thumbs under the waistband, he stepped back and pulled them down over her legs. When he reached her ankles, he cursed his eagerness that had made him forget to remove her shoes. Quickly remedying that, he then removed her jeans and panties. His hands shook with need as he reached out and touched her thighs. He was pumped up so hard he was scared he would hurt her with his zeal, so he was careful and lightly caressed her silky limbs from knee to hip.

  A whimper from her drew his gaze upward, and he barely held it together when he saw the glitter of desire in her beautiful, hazy blue eyes. Snagging a chair by hooking his foot around the leg, he drew it in close and sat down. Smoothing his hands to the insides of her thighs, he gently parted her legs and stared at the soft, bare lips of her cunt.

  Reaching down to her feet, he guided them to the table to spread her legs wide, giving him an unimpeded view of her pussy. Her clit was a protruding, engorged knot of nerves, her labia minora glistened with the dew of her juices, and he could see her cream welling in the hole of her vagina.

  Pulling the chair in closer to the table, he kept his eyes on hers and dropped his head down. He swirled the tip of his tongue over the small bundle of nerves near the top of her slit and groaned when she gasped. The slight taste of her liquid desire wasn’t enough to appease his hunger, so he slid his tongue down through her moist folds, gathered her juices on his tongue, and swallowed them.

  When he reached her hole, he stiffened his tongue and thrust it into her pussy. She moaned and bucked up against him, but he was the one in control now. He placed an arm across her lower abdomen and held her hips still. Sliding his tongue into her as deeply as possible, he curled the tip and collected her cream. He growled with delight as he lapped her up and didn’t intend on stopping until she had given him her all.

  He shifted his free hand to her pussy and lightly rubbed the pad of a finger over her clit. The internal muscles of her cunt rippled around his tongue, and another gush of juices trickled into his mouth, but he still wanted more. Lifting his head, he peered up to see her lying flat on the table with her neck arched and her eyes closed. He was too intent on giving her pleasure to reprimand her for not watching him.

  He rimmed her pussy hole with his finger and then slowly eased it inside. Searching gently, he growled when he found her G-spot and her pussy rippled around his digit. Bending down once more, he flicked his tongue over her clit and massaged her hot spot. She gripped his finger so tight, he could just imagine how she would feel around his cock.

  Inserting another finger, he began to pump them in and out of her cunt, making sure to pass over her sensitive nerves. Her muscles clamped and released on him as he continued to bestow pleasure on her, all the while laving her clit with his tongue. Even though he still had his arm anchored across her hips, she rocked them to the rhythm of his pumping digits. Jarrod could tell by the noises and gasps she made that she was close to her peak. So he crooked his fingers, making sure not to take them off her G-spot, and gave slight tugs until she was writhing and sobbing with ecstasy.

  Her breath hitched in her throat, the walls of her vagina clamped down on his fingers, and then she screamed. Her body convulsed around his fingers and she drenched his hand with a gush of her cream as she climaxed. Not letting up until the last contraction faded away, he slurped on her sensitive pussy until he swallowed all of her cum.

  When she was done and her body was lax and supine with satiation, he lifted his head and withdrew his fingers from her pussy. He caught the glitter of her eyes beneath drooping eyelids.

  Gripping her shoulders, he helped her to sit up and stared into the depths of her blue eyes.

  His wolf picked up the sound of his brothers entering their suite after going for a run. It was time. “Yes or no, Rochelle?” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

  “Wh−What?”

  “We want to mate with you, baby, but bear in mind that if you agree, there is no turning back. You’ll belong to us. Yes or no?”

  As Jarrod waited patiently for her answer, his brothers came into the kitchen. He knew they had heard the question he had just put to their mate by the way they waited for her answer with bated breath.

  Rochelle turned her head and looked at his brothers. Her cheeks got redder, but she didn’t try to hide her sexy little body away from them. He heard her gulp and draw in a breath, and then she squeezed her eyes closed. Clenching his fists so he didn’t pick her up before she answered, he rose to his feet and nudged the chair away.

  Just when he thought he was going to have to walk away from her before he lost control, she gave a slight nod of her head.

  Joy and love filled his heart, and his muscles primed even more as blood rushed through his body.

  “I need to hear you say it, baby.”

  Chapter Nine

  Rochelle couldn’t believe she had just let Jarrod pleasure her with his hand and mouth. Even though she had just climaxed, her pussy pulsed with renewed need. All three men were looking at her for her response.

  She had thought long and hard about whether or not to let them mate her and claim her. She’d thought about whether this would mess up her travel plans or if she wanted to keep traveling at all. The thought of never being with them caused shards of pain to pierce her heart, and she knew she couldn’t leave. Somehow these three men had worked their way under her skin and into her heart.

  All three of them had taken such good care of her when she had been injured. Their solicitousness and attention to her needs had slowly ingratiated them to her. Jarrod with his no-nonsense attitude and commanding personality made her dream of babies and making love, as did Malcolm with his caring attitude. Yet he could be dominant when he decided he wanted something, and so could Braxton with his easygoing but no less masterful nature. They were all so different, but they each seemed to fulfill a need in her she never knew she’d had until she met them.

  Rochelle had learned more about herself in the last couple of weeks than she had in her entire life. She was submissive, and yet if needed she had more than enough backbone to stand up for what she wanted or believed in. Not once had they belittled her for not wanting to eat meat, and they were always looking out for her in case she was in danger of hurting herself. She felt so cherished when she was with them, and it didn’t hurt that she would get a ready-made large family.

  She had finally figured out what she had been searching for. Love, family, and acceptance. She had found that here with them. Three words hovered on her lips, but she wasn’t sure if they were real or just an effect of being their mate.

  She settled for the one word they were dying to hear right now. “Yes,” she whispered on an exhalation.

  Jarrod pounced and had her in his arms before her next breath. He rushed from the room. Rochelle wrapped her arms around his neck, placing her face close to his skin, and breathed in his intoxicating scent. Her gaze connected with Malcolm’s and Brax’s over his shoulder, making her pussy clench again. They were looking at her as if she were a starving man’s next meal.

  She lost sight of them for a moment when Jarrod carried her into a bedroom, and she looked around curiously, having never seen this room before. Her eyes snagged onto his as he placed her on a huge bed and followed her down. He kissed her mouth with none of the slow buildup he had used previously. The kiss was hot, wet, and wild and so carnal she felt as if she were on fire.

  When he withdrew from her and pushed away, she shivered, goose b
umps forming on her skin now his big, warm body was no longer covering her.

  Gasping with awed desire, she noticed that Brax and Malcolm were standing at the end of the bed completely naked. They each had a hand wrapped around their impressive cocks, stroking the length of their shafts as they stared at her. Braxton’s cock was longer, but Malcolm’s was wider. She could see clear fluid glistening on the corona of each of their dicks. The two brothers both had ripped, muscular stomachs and torsos. Their pectorals flexed and their biceps bulged as they masturbated.

  Jarrod’s low growl drew her gaze, and she watched with heated fascination as he began to tug his tight T-shirt over his head. She couldn’t prevent a whimper from escaping when she saw just how packed full of muscle he was. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. It seemed that whenever the three Friess brothers were near her, the sexual tension between the four of them was so thick that it squeezed all the oxygen out of the room.

  Licking her lips to moisten them, she looked down to see Jarrod lowering the fly of his jeans. Her gaze connected with his when he rumbled out a groan.

  “You keep doing that, baby, and I’m going to give you something other than your lips to lick.”

  “What?” she asked, totally confused. Instead of answering, he hooked his thumbs into his pants and pushed them off his hips. That the man didn’t wear any underwear was the first thought to flash through her mind. She tried to pull her eyes from his body when she felt the mattress dip on either side of her but couldn’t seem to manage such a feat. Knowing Malcolm and Braxton were now on the bed with her made her breathing accelerate even more.

  With her eyes riveted to Jarrod’s groin, she nearly came when she saw what he had been packing in his pants. He was a lot wider than his brothers and, if she wasn’t mistaken, an inch or two longer. His cock curved up at the tip, and she wasn’t so sure he wouldn’t hurt her if he tried to push that huge weapon inside her.

  Trepidation washed over her in waves, and she squeezed her thighs together with nervous denial.