Taken by Moonlight: Shifters Wild & Free Reverse Harem Book 1

by Bonnie Vanak

  But the pragmatic side of me that wasn’t ruled by hormones and sexual pleasure nudged aside the primitive urge to have hot, baby-making sex.

  Slowly, the implication of Gabriel’s words sunk in.

  “The mate who wants to impregnate them? What do you mean? The females have more than one mate?”

  Gabriel kissed my hand, his gaze heating. “Around here, as with many shifter packs, there aren’t many females. So a female will have two or three mates. It’s perfectly legal among us shifters. The Council of Shifters has authorized it. And as for bearing young, each male has a turn impregnating the female. Usually goes by pack status or age.”

  Wow, this was different. Not different as in me smelling or acting different according to Felicia, but different from anything I’d ever known.

  At a loss for words, I shrugged. “To each their own. If it works for them, good. I thought you meant a group orgy where the female gets pregnant.”

  “Sometimes it does mean that.”

  Now I did turn to stare at him. “Seriously?”

  “It’s up to the mated female. She has to give permission. We’ve had one or two here on the ranch conceive that way.” Gabriel’s eyes flashed amber, as if his wolf nudged to the surface. But he didn’t look fierce, only sexually intense.

  Deeply curious, I leaned forward. “What’s it like?”

  “There was one last year. Dante was there as the alpha on the female’s request. She wanted a witness so later, if one just happened to be claiming that he didn’t have enough time with her, the alpha would refute it. She wanted it legal, of course, with Dante witnessing the conception. Anna’s mates each had a turn fucking her, so she wasn’t certain who the father would be. Six weeks later, there was that little blue line on the pregnancy test.”

  “Have you ever seen one?” Now my lady parts were getting really turn on. Goodness. I’d gone from virgin to sexual explorer in less than a day. Was that a record?

  His gaze grew hotter. “I wouldn’t want to, only because after witnessing one, I would want the same. It’s pretty wild. Serves to get the males all excited and dominating, and the females actually become more fertile because they’re so turned on, so conception is more likely.”

  But my sexual curiosity wanted more details. “What did Dante say it was like?”

  Amber flickered in his gaze again. “Hot. Anna was strapped down to a table, her legs tied. Each of her mates… took a turn. The others would pleasure her as the one male fucked her. She loved it. Dante said she screamed for an hour.”

  He licked his lips. “Damn. I shouldn’t have said that because now I’m horny as hell. We should let you rest today. No more sex.”

  I put my hand on his crotch, feeling his penis thick and hard in his jeans. “I’ve had enough rest, thank you very much. I’ll be the judge of what I want…and I want you. Now.”

  Never have I seen a shifter move as fast as he did that moment.

  Gabriel pulled me out of the golf cart and up into his arms. He raced over to the wood picnic table, lifted me upon it.

  His hand went to the zipper on his jeans before I could wriggle out of my panties. I lay back against the picnic table, my butt on the edge, my legs dangling. Waiting. Wanting.

  Panting, he pushed up my dress, spread my legs wide, staring at my center.

  “So fucking beautiful.” He slid a single finger across my cleft and I moaned.

  Gabriel lifted his finger, glistening with my juices, to his mouth and licked. “You’re ready.”

  With a fierce grunt, he took his hard penis in hand and drove deep inside me. I gasped. He was a big guy and his penis was thick, rock hard, feeling like an iron bar covered with velvet.

  He began thrusting hard, angling the motion to rub deliciously against my clit. Here we were, out in the open where anyone could see us, the wind caressing my cheeks, the smell of freshly-mown grass in my nostrils, the sun heating our bodies. All I was aware of was the shifter between my legs, stroking deep inside me, the friction building up between us.

  His grunt and my moans.

  His pistoning hips and my arching back meeting his thrusts.

  His male smell of musk and spices, and the scent of wildflowers from the soap I’d used in the shower.

  This wasn’t lovemaking. This wasn’t the stuff of songs and sweet poetry. This was primitive, raw sex.

  And I loved it. I loved feeling exposed and taken, as if I were being ravaged by the sexiest, toughest shifter I’ve ever met. Gabriel had a wild side that was more wolf than human, more than Dante and Alex.

  And it made for intense sex.

  Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in. He kissed me deeply, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.

  Then he pulled away and continued his slow dance of fucking me.

  Frustrated, I tried pulling him deeper as he pulled out again. Gabriel shook his head.

  “No Peyton. I want to watch my cock sink inside you, making us one. It’s sexy as fuck. Like some kind of fucking painting. Your pussy is so flushed pink and open, like a flower.”

  Feeling orgasm shimmer, dance just out of reach, I writhed. I need to come and he started acting poetic like Alex? “Forget the art show. Fuck me, Gabriel, harder, now!”

  And he did, pushing deep and hard inside me until the pressure mounted and the feeling grew. I pushed my hips upward, stared at the sky and screamed as orgasm slammed into me, my entire body tensing. I felt wild and free, as if I could soar straight into the sky.

  He growled and shouted my name as he came, his warm seed shooting deep inside me, his cock nestled against my womb.

  I couldn’t think.

  I couldn’t breathe.

  All I could do was feel.

  Feel us intimately joined, the air and the sky and the trees witnessing our pleasure. Feel my body grow languid with pleasure, warm from the sun.

  And all I could think, after my scrambled thoughts slowly made sense, was that with one shifter it was pure pleasure.

  But all three at once would be pure heaven.

  Gabriel

  Man, I knew we were in trouble. If Peyton didn’t agree to Dante’s proposal, I doubted I’d ever enjoy sex as much again.

  Fucking Peyton on the picnic table was the best I’ve had. She’s not only amazing, but her spontaneity is a total turn-on. She didn’t care who saw us, which is what us shifters like best.

  When we get in the mood to fuck, we need to fuck now. As long as it’s not in front of kids, or in a public place where skins can see us, anything goes.

  I’ve seen shifters in our pack fuck in the barn, up against trees, you name it. I guess it comes from our wolf side, like when the alpha pair mates. They’ll do it in front of the pack, wherever they want. No privacy necessary.

  Peyton’s pussy was gorgeous, red flushed from arousal, smelling like musk and flowers. I mean, I’m not Alex. I’m not poetic and shit, but wow, seeing her pussy all glistening and waiting for me, I thought I’d blow my load right there and then. And then I pushed myself inside her, it felt like a warm, silky glove squeezing my cock. There’s no better feeling in the world.

  Well, maybe outside of being with pack and having a place to live where you feel accepted and loved. But as for sex, which we guys need a lot, feeling a woman’s pussy grip your cock as you take her, is the best feeling. There’s a primitive thrill as you push into her body, a claiming, an invasion that physically states you’re taking her body.

  Dante once told me that because we male shifters can be so sexually aggressive, we have to make sure the female is willing. She has to agree because we can get wild when we fuck, and male shifters lean on the domineering side in bed. Even Alex, as sweet and gentle as he is, and I’ve shared a woman or two with him, gets aggressive. It’s programmed into our DNA so we can impregnate a fertile female. It is a claiming. I didn’t share with Peyton that the orgy mating Dante witnessed was on request of a pack female who’s a top notch attorney in the shifter world. Anna’s tackled the toughest cases and wo
n, and has the respect of judges and attorneys in the skin world as well.

  They say you never, ever tangle with her in the courtroom because she’ll eat you alive.

  On the ranch, she rules over their little foursome. Her three mates do what she wants. One is a kind of househusband mate who cleans, cooks and takes care of the domestic stuff.

  But in the bedroom, her three mates are all alpha-like dominating. They call the shots and she loves it. Once I was riding out on the range to check out a possible intruder because someone spotted someone in the woods near the perimeter. I climbed off my horse and went into the woods and saw Anna with Trip, one of her mates. Trip ordered her to get naked and drop to all fours. He growled at her and she did. I stayed, waiting, because if there was the slightest chance he’d hurt her without her permission, that male was toast.

  Me, Dante and Alex agreed long ago that no one hurts females on our land.

  But Anna stripped and got on all fours, pretty as you please, and wriggled her ass. Trip fucked her, hard, growling and getting all animal on her, telling her she was going to do exactly as he demanded. Anna kept screaming and moaning and when it was all over, Trip pulled her into his arms and she sagged there, and told him she came twice.

  It was so hot, seeing a powerful female shifter turn submissive with her mate.

  I was between girlfriends, and had to find alone time with my fist because I was so turned on.

  Dante told me the males had full control over the orgy, and he’d never seen Anna that submissive. Judging from all the orgasms she had, and her screams of pleasure, she loved it as much as the guys did.

  Part of being turned on with Peyton was that whole pregnancy reminder. I had fallen in love with Peyton, as we all had, me, Alex and Dante.

  But we’d love her even more if we could be a family, all of us together.

  16

  After the picnic table session, I cleaned up discreetly at the nearby creek and then we continued the tour. The ranch was huge, with cattle grazing in the distance, horses cropping grass in the pasture right before the lodge. I saw a few shifters, who nodded at me and greeted Gabriel warmly.

  All seemed so normal.

  Except for that picnic table sex. That seemed very shifter-like. Gabriel had an aggressiveness to him I loved.

  We pulled up before the barn, where Dante emerged, a tablet in hand, accompanied by three men in jeans, western shirts and cowboy hats. Dante took one look at me, my rumpled dress, tangled hair and the color in my cheeks and gave a knowing smile.

  Then his expression turned serious. He introduced me to the trio, all cowboys who were preparing to move the cattle to the summer grazing grounds further out, which was an intricate operation.

  Dante in formal dinner dress and polished leather shoes was urbane and handsome. But I liked this Dante equally – in faded denim jeans, a blue chambray work shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned, muscled forearms, and Western boots. Sunshine glinted off the gold band around his black cowboy hat.

  He dismissed the cowboys and touched my cheek. “Sleep well?”

  I nodded, leaning into his touch.

  His thumb stroked a line down to my lips. Then he lightly grazed my bottom lip.

  “You look like you’ve received a good morning loving,” he murmured. “But not kissed well enough. I’ll take care of that.”

  He undid the clip holding my hair up and let it fall to the ground. Fisting his hand in my long hair, he tugged and tipped my head backward.

  Then his mouth met mine, his tongue sweeping past teeth to tangle with mine. He slid a hand around my neck, pulling me close. Eyes closed, I tasted him, all delicious salt and caramel and a tang of sharp aggression. He nipped at my mouth, then soothed the tiny bite with a lick.

  Pure alpha, he kissed like a master. I fisted my hands in his shirt, needing this, needing him. Dante left my mouth and nibbled his way down my neck, and then sucked hard, giving a tiny, stinging bite he soothed with a delicious flip of his tongue. Wow.

  I’d just had hard and fast sex with Gabriel, screaming out my orgasm for the entire ranch to hear and now my lady parts clenched hard, ready for sex once more with a different shifter.

  The alpha.

  Dante cupped my breast, flicked my nipple and then his hand trailed down, cupping me between the legs. One tiny flick and I bit back a scream, the climax shattering me like glass.

  Boneless with pleasure, I leaned against him as he raised his head, giving a very male smile of satisfaction.

  Dante touched my mouth with his thumb once more. “Now you look like you’ve kissed, and kissed well.”

  Steadying myself with a hand on his arm, I took a deep breath. “Oh yeah.”

  “I like pleasuring you, Peyton,” he murmured. “Especially right after Gabriel has fucked you senseless.”

  The crude words and the knowledge behind them startled me. “How did you know?”

  Another smile, more wolfish. “I’m a shifter. I could smell him on you a mile away.”

  Gabriel had left us, I realized. Dante kissed my mouth, gently, this time.

  “I’m glad you’re here with us.”

  It worried me that I was glad as well, because every moment I spent here, I dug myself in deeper emotionally. I was getting too attached to these shifters, and the pleasures they showed me, as well as their company.

  “You must be, since you’ve planned this for more than two months.” I told him about the clothing.

  The alpha didn’t even look guilty. Instead, he maintained a calm poker face. “I have planned this, Peyton. I’ve wanted you to visit with us for a long time, and now you’re finally here.”

  “Why the interest in me, Dante? You shelled out a lot of money to have me for one night and now you’ve taken me to your ranch. Why?”

  The caress of fingers against my cheek was gentle. “I will share everything with you, Peyton. I promise. Later. For now, simply enjoy yourself.”

  Knowing him, it was the best answer I could hope for now. I gestured to the barn. “Want to show me inside?”

  He pushed a hank of hair behind my ear. “I’d rather show you the stables and then we can ride.”

  His dark gaze twinkled. “Unless you’re too sore to ride.”

  “No.” I drew in a breath. “I’m good.”

  “Have you ever ridden a horse?”

  “Once or twice.” I suddenly didn’t want to let him know my knowledge around horses. I could have secrets as well.

  “I’ll have you ride Sadie. She’s sweet, gentle and we let kids as young as four ride her.”

  “Thanks. It’s nice being compared to a four-year-old.”

  Dante licked his mouth again, his tongue slow and deliberate. “I wouldn’t compare you to a four-year-old, my sweet.”

  He cupped my right breast in his hand, the move proprietary and arousing. He thumbed my nipple, and then smiled.

  “If we keep this up, the only ride you’ll have on the ranch will involve you getting naked,” he murmured.

  A stable hand went to saddle Sadie, but I went to the stall of a beautiful chestnut mare. She pranced about her enclosure, her ears flicking forward. Belladonna, the name plate read. Cute. The horse was anything but a sedative, even though the name meant beautiful.

  “I’ll ride her.” I turned to the stable hand. “Please saddle Belladonna for me.”

  The shifter stared at me and shoved his hat back. “Sorry, miss, but Bella here has a spirited streak. Not for beginners.”

  Belladonna poked her head over the stall door. I stroked her nose. “I think we’ll be good friends. Saddle her.”

  Dante cocked his head, but said nothing as the stable hand led her out and saddled her.

  Soon Dante and I were out riding on a trail close to the river. He showed me the gardens the pack kept. They grew their own vegetables and sold part of the crop to skins in town. Most of it they consumed.

  He talked about the ranch, and about how every pack member had a role. Some didn’t work o
n the ranch, but in the nearby city. The ranch even had its own water system and sewage system, so it was fully self-contained.

  Other werewolves in the pack ran a day care for the young whose parents worked. Everything seemed efficient and orderly, like a small city, only with less people and more open space.

  Much as that fascinated me, I wanted to know about Felicia. Her aura had pulsed with vibrant green and girlish pink, but flickering through them was indecisive and dangerous gray, meaning past trauma. I sensed she was a soul worth knowing, but also one to be careful around, much like a dog that adored petting, but also bit.

  “Tell me about Felicia.” I flicked the reins. “What happened to her?”

  Dante threw me a quick, startled glance. “What do you mean?”

  “I saw her aura, all those colors.”

  He flicked a fly off his mount’s neck. “Your ability to read shifter auras, how honed is it, Peyton? Can you tell what a shifter is feeling? What their past is?”

  I sensed this line of questioning went deeper. “Usually, unless they’re trying to hide something. But it takes a lot of skill for a shifter to hide their auras from me. Most can’t. I read the colors and the pulses of colors like a doctor would read a medical chart. Colors are emotions, and then I go deeper. Humans are actually easier because they’re simpler. Shifters are complex, animal and human DNA.”

  Dante’s shoulders tensed. His aura now vibrated with unhappy black and miserable dark gray. And beneath those colors, I saw the other patterns of colors…and the truth.

  “She’s your sister,’ I said gently.

  His head shot up and he looked at me through narrowed eyes. “How do you know?”

  “Your signatures, your color patterns, have a similarity.”

  Dante sighed. “Yes. She’s the only close relative I have left. Felicia is special, though. She was kidnapped from our family when she was thirteen, and lived with humans in a zoo for eight months.”

  Horrified, I stared at him. “How did it happen?”

  “She ran away to town to buy candy when I expressly forbade her after she was being punished for some minor infraction. She’s always been a bit wild, and her tutor struggled to teach her. The skins who took her mistook her for a wild wolf and put her in a roadside attraction. She stayed in wolf form the entire and as a result, became almost uncontrollable.”