by Cara Adams
Seducing Them 2
Desert Seduction
Chloe Jenner wants to hold a Nevada Desert Werewolf Pack get-together. She visits Jaz to talk about it and meets Forest Wishram and Nyander Zaffre. To do this she drives across the desert from her home to theirs. Forest is horrified that she traveled alone. Chloe knows the desert and how to act in it, though, and is very independent.
Everyone agrees the pack meeting is a great idea, except Forest. He thinks everyone should stay safely at home in summer. He wants to protect Chloe from any potential danger. But Chloe has three bossy older brothers and won’t tolerate Forest treating her like that as well. She likes all the Wishram family very much, and is especially attracted to Ny. However Ny and Forest have agreed to share a woman, and Forest is being far too dominant for her tastes. She’s a capable, desert-born-and-bred adult, not the helpless, weak female he seems to consider her.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 35,468 words
DESERT SEDUCTION
Seducing Them 2
Cara Adams
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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DESERT SEDUCTION
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
DESERT SEDUCTION
Seducing Them 2
CARA ADAMS
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Chloe Jenner sang as she drove her black SUV down the highway from Towler to Junctionville. She’d already been driving more than ninety minutes and still had over two hundred forty miles to go. But this two-lane asphalt road was heaven to drive on after the first part of her journey, which was straight across the desert. There she’d needed to watch out for sand-filled potholes and half-hidden rocks, either of which could put a serious dent in her current plans. And likely an even bigger dent in the car. Which was not precisely hers. It belonged to the family business for which she worked. Well, sort of worked.
Undeterred, she sang on, refusing to think about the dozens of text messages likely piling up on her cell phone, which she’d prudently switched off before she began her journey. Her mother knew she was planning to spend a few nights visiting a female friend. Chloe had just not quite explained which female friend. Or the fact that the friend didn’t even know she was coming. As soon as her three brothers and her father learned the friend was Jasmine, who lived almost a day’s drive across the desert, and that Chloe was alone, they’d be chasing after her, demanding to escort her and stay with her. And that would totally spoil all her plans.
Long ago, all the werewolf shape-shifters in the Nevada Desert Pack used to gather together once a year for a huge masquerade ball. It was intended so the various families, scattered by necessity across the desert, could socialize, learn all the gossip, catch up with friends, make new friends, learn about ideas and products others had found useful in their daily lives, and also so that the young adults could meet eligible wolves they didn’t see very often.
Chloe had only remembered her parents talking about the annual balls of their youth after she and her brothers had met Jasmine and her new mates, Hunter and Damien. Damien was a human, but Hunter, who had four brothers, was a wolf. Yet neither Chloe, nor any of her brothers, had met him before.
Now, okay, three hundred and sixty or more miles separated them from each other, but it was still ridiculous to think that there were entire families of wolves living in the same desert as them, members of the same pack as them, who they’d never met.
Chloe and Jaz had become instant friends, and Chloe planned to ask Jaz to help her assemble a team to plan a masquerade ball for later this year. Such a huge event would take months to organize, even with a team of helpers. But it was now March, and visitors to the desert were few and far between in midsummer, so that would be the ideal time for a party since no one would be busy at work right then. Actually, that was a time when many desert families took vacation time to head north to somewhere a little cooler.
So she needed to get the idea firmed up and the Alpha to approve it before people began booking vacations somewhere else. Consequently, waiting until one or another of her brothers agreed to come with her was not a smart move. Besides, they were all typically bossy wolves, thinking their baby sister couldn’t be permitted to move two inches without them watching over her.
Okay, maybe that wasn’t totally fair, but she was fine by herself. Born and bred in the desert, she understood its moods perfectly, and she’d been
driving all over it since she was big enough to reach the gas pedal. Not that such behavior was exactly legal, but her family had established a cactus farm on their land, so a kid driving one of the trucks was likely safer than she would have been riding a bike.
Anyway it was all moot. She’d gotten her idea, she’d loaded the SUV sensibly with plenty of water and extra fuel, she’d packed a bag of clothing for herself, and the SUV already had a shovel, desert mats, and two spare tires in the trunk. So she could dig herself out if she got bogged in sand or change a tire if she got a flat.
So far so good. She hadn’t even suffered a hint of a problem, and now that she was on the asphalt, driving was sweet. She rested her elbow in her open window, leaned back in her seat, and belted out the lyrics to “Let It Go” at the top of her voice.
* * * *
Forest Wishram was the oldest of the five Wishram sons. He managed the family gas station at Junctionville. His parents had opened the store, a garage, and gas station after the road was constructed. The two of them had worked damn hard in the beginning to start a business at the same time as rearing their sons, but now the daily operation was easy since each son had taken up a specific area of responsibility in the business.
Forest managed the store. He ordered in the stock, served at the counter, and even pumped gas and washed windscreens if his brother Hunter wasn’t available. Hunter and Damien Hall managed the garage. When every other gas station in America had stopped providing mechanic services, the Wishrams had continued to have a garage, knowing that in the middle of the desert passersby were glad to have help fixing tires and checking on the maintenance of their vehicles and machinery.
Nyander Zaffre had previously lived in Burton, the nearest town, about one hundred miles west of Junctionville. When Forest’s parents had retired and moved to Burton to live, Ny, a chef, had immediately gone to Junctionville and asked to take over the cooking. He’d hated working in the fast food industry, and there weren’t a lot of job vacancies for a chef in the desert unless he was prepared to go to somewhere like Las Vegas or Reno.
Instead, he’d settled in perfectly at Junctionville, providing all the food needed for the gas station and for the Wishrams and any friends who dropped in. Hunter had welcomed the younger man, and soon they’d become good friends. Forest vaguely remembered Ny from school, but since he was three years older than Ny, they’d never been in the same classes or on the same baseball team. Now, however, the three-year age gap was nothing, and Forest had found someone whose interests and abilities blended well with his own.
Hunter had recently moved into Damien’s house with Jaz, who’d run out of gas and been persuaded to stay in the area. Now she, Hunter, and Damien were in a settled ménage relationship, and Jaz had agreed to a formal commitment ceremony later.
Forest longed for the time when he’d have a woman of his own. He was very much a Dom as well as a werewolf shape-shifter. That’s why running the store suited him. He loved it when everything was neat, planned, organized, and arranged by himself.
He and Ny had agreed to share a woman. Assuming they ever found one.
Women were scarce in the harsh environment of the desert, and that fact was exacerbated by the fact that werewolves tended to breed more males than females. About twice as many.
Forest sighed. The chances of him getting lucky and having the perfect female run out of gas almost outside his house were slim to none. Once was a miracle. Twice was beyond anything he could imagine. He and Ny, who was human, really needed to plan a vacation and go somewhere they could meet female wolves. Not that Forest could think of anywhere that might be offhand. But at thirty-seven he couldn’t afford to wait forever. Time was passing.
Today business at the store had been average. Anyone traveling between Towler and Burton usually stopped here. It was the only gas station until the outskirts of Towler, and besides, the locals all knew Ny’s coffee was better than anything they could get anywhere else. Some of them who made the journey regularly even brought their own insulated to-go cups to be filled.
Ny had gone back into the house to start his preparations for supper, but if any vehicle pulled up to the gas pumps, a buzzer went off in the house, so Ny would likely come back to say hi to whoever it was anyway. Not that Forest couldn’t deal with the customer alone. It was more a social thing. Locals invariably dropped by to share any news they’d heard on their journeys.
Forest had finished updating his spreadsheets, but he wandered around the small store, straightening the shelves, tidying everything up, pulling the goods to the very front to make it easier for anyone in a hurry to reach what they wanted to buy. Although most people weren’t in a hurry. The desert heat encouraged people to take their time and not waste energy unnecessarily.
When a black SUV pulled up to the gas pump, Forest immediately walked back to the counter. He didn’t recognize the vehicle, and he knew every car, truck, and motorbike within one hundred miles of here. Likely it was someone just passing through, and they’d want gas, bottled water, and maybe a snack to eat.
A blonde woman with her hair in a ponytail jumped out of the SUV and walked over to the gas pump, but his brother Hunter was already crossing the concrete, wiping his hands on a rag.
“This is a full service gas station. Let me help,” Hunter called.
Forest couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation, but he watched intently out the window. It was a damn shame this woman was just traveling through. She was really cute with a big wide grin on her face and a neat body tucked into skin-tight jeans and a bright red T-shirt.
* * * *
Ny loved the challenges of cooking for a passel of wolves who worked hard and burned off a hell of a lot of calories. Add to that the need to have food on hand for an unknown number of passersby and it gave his days the kind of variety that stopped them from being boring. However, the huge freezer in the Wishram house was only one quarter full, and it was time to send Stone hunting again.
Mrs. Wishram had struggled to keep chickens so the family would always have fresh eggs. Forest had told him that as a small child he could even remember them being kept inside the laundry of the house at one stage when too many wild animals were trying to catch them.
Ny guessed that would have been during or immediately after a drought when many native animals had died and the predators were hungry. Forest’s parents had eventually built a poultry McMansion inside the big barn, so their safety these days was ensured.
Ten or more years ago, Stone, the second youngest brother, had taken over his father’s duty as the hunter in the family. While meat was purchased from Burton, the family also caught and killed a percentage of their protein. In this area the bighorn sheep weren’t protected, but there also weren’t a huge number of them, so most of the werewolves kept a strict watch out for any that were injured and were quick to euthanize them and bring them home for meat before the vultures and mountain lions could get to them.
Other smaller wild animals made up the bulk of their meat diet though, along with store-bought products. Tonight he was marinating some nice steaks, which he planned to serve with wild rice and green beans.
When the buzzer rang, indicating that a vehicle had pulled up to the gas pumps, Ny had just finished marinating the steaks. He looked at the clock, but it wasn’t time to begin cooking yet, so he washed his hands and walked back through the short, enclosed hallway that linked the house and the store. He wondered who was passing by and what news they might bring.
An attractive blonde woman was talking to Hunter out by the gas pumps. Ny didn’t recognize the black SUV. For a moment he felt a pang of sadness that she wasn’t a local person. “It really is time we found ourselves a woman,” he said softly to Forest.
“I know. Now that Hunter and Damien are settled with Jaz, it’s made me realize that our lives are racing along, and we need to do something about it. Perhaps we’d better make some plans to go to Las Vegas for a week or so.”
“I’m sure we’ll find ple
nty of party girls there, but I’d rather look for a mate.”
“Me, too. But I can’t think of any other way to find one.”
Ny sighed. “Neither can I. I’m all out of ideas.”
The woman turned to come across to the store, and Ny walked behind the counter to make her a snack or some coffee. Coffee was their number one best seller. From the way her car was facing, he assumed she’d come from Towler so she had the shorter journey to Burton to finish, but she might still be hungry. The journey would take getting on toward two hours. Besides, she was pretty and smiling and exuded happiness, so he wanted to meet her. Evidently she was loving her vacation or her travel wherever she was coming from and going to.
She came straight across to the counter, moving fast but smoothly. “Black hair, black eyes, you must be Forest, and that makes you Nyander. Hi there. I’m Chloe. Chloe Jenner. I’ve come to visit with Jaz, but she doesn’t know it yet. I had to turn my cell phone off so my brothers wouldn’t know what I was doing.”
Ny found himself gripping the counter so hard his fingernails were likely digging holes in the surface of it.
His mind spun with what she’d said. “Chloe? You met up with Jaz after the incident out past Wetherby?”
“That’s right. Hunter is going to tell her I’m here.”
“I can easily marinate a couple of extra steaks. Please invite Hunter, Damien, and Jaz to join us here for supper so we can get to know you,” he said.
“Are you sure that’s not too much trouble?”
