Extravagantly Loved [Werewolves of Hanson Mall 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Cara Adams

  When she walked into the huge old kitchen that seemed to be the room most used in this house, it was to see the men sitting side by side at the table, their heads bent over some joint project. For the very first time she remembered they were from different packs, yet they seemed to work together as if they’d known each other all their lives. Just something else she should have asked them about, but she’d been so distracted by her work.

  “Did you grow up together? I mean. I know you’re in different packs, but is being a werewolf like being in a baseball team where you meet each other regularly at combined events?”

  Hal looked up and stared at her, but Berian laughed. “No, not at all. Most packs are very independent. Some refuse to even belong to the Werewolf Association.”

  “There’s a Werewolf Association?” She sat opposite them at the table and pulled the coffeepot toward herself. A spare mug and plate had been set at the table and she filled the mug and inhaled the scent of the coffee. Yum.

  “Each pack has an Alpha. He’s the leader and makes all the final decisions. Every werewolf over the age of eighteen has to swear allegiance to the Alpha. Anyone who mates someone in the pack also has to swear allegiance,” said Hal.

  “In the old days the Alpha was the toughest, biggest male, the best fighter, because he had to protect his people. These days he’s much more like the CEO of a small or medium-size business. He has to manage the people and the farm, or business, so it makes a profit, and can provide for everyone in his pack,” added Berian.

  Janet nodded then sipped her coffee. That all made sense. “And then the Alphas all get a vote in the Werewolf Association?” she asked.

  Berian answered her. “It’s not quite that democratic. All the Alphas swear allegiance to the Supreme Alpha for their area. For us that’s the Supreme Alpha of North America. But every Alpha can ask him for help and advice. He tends to have resources that a single pack can’t access. For example our Supreme is sponsoring a genealogical project to investigate why there are so few female babies being born. The project is tracking the family history of the packs to see if this is a new phenomenon or if it’s something cyclical that recurs every half a dozen generations. Since the lack of females is a worldwide problem I expect some of the other Supremes are also helping fund and staff that project because it’s of benefit to all werewolves everywhere.”

  “If each Alpha runs his own pack, and the Supreme keeps a guiding hand over the Alphas, what does the Werewolf Association do?” she asked. This was a whole new world to her. Up until now she’d more or less considered the men to be men. The fact they were werewolf shape-shifters had seemed incidental. But now she was beginning to realize their culture had some distinct differences from hers, and that to understand them properly, she needed to grasp their background better.

  “I think originally it was a way the Alphas could get advice and support each other, without looking weak to their pack members. A weak Alpha would very quickly find other men trying to take over his pack. Even today they probably need a sounding board away from pack politics to test out new ideas. Before our Alpha decided to begin saffron farming, he talked to several other packs who are still on their farms and have successfully introduced different sorts of crops. One farm is part of the First Seeds project. Another pack grows flowers for the cut-flower market. They have a helicopter with a refrigeration unit in it so they can deliver flowers to their clients really fast,” said Hal.

  Janet sat silently, drinking her coffee. There was obviously a lot more depth to this werewolf business than she’d considered before. “So it’s more that you relate to each other because of your werewolfness, than that you are simply childhood friends?” she asked.

  Hal shrugged. “We’d never met before we started being your bodyguards. But we just seem to understand each other and get on well together.”

  Berian agreed with him. “At first I was a little worried about having a coworker straight off the farm. But together our skills and personalities mesh really well. Besides, we both want you, and all werewolves know that it’s very likely they’ll have to share a woman.”

  That was an interesting concept. She was used to living in a world where the man had the main say. A woman was supposed to wait until a man invited her on a date, although some women did chase men. But the word chase said it all. A woman asking a man out was considered not right, not normal. A man never chased a woman. He dated her. But if it was a woman trying to attract a man it was somehow considered wrong or trashy. Yet here these men were saying that in their world men had to realize there just weren’t enough women and there was a real likelihood they’d have to share.

  Having two men was very different from what she’d expected of her life. She’d believed her brother and his friends when they’d sneered at her body shape and lack of beauty. She wasn’t stupid. She knew she’d never be pretty. But she was still a person, and these men had been attracted to that part of her. Her soul, her personhood. And she was damn near addicted to them both already. They were going to leave a giant gap in her life when they left. Well, she’d dealt with plenty of losses in her life already. She’d deal with that one as well when it happened.

  * * * *

  Berian really enjoyed their day together. Janet was relaxed and Hal showed them the farm. He was fascinated by the barn where the pack was growing saffron. They’d built rows of shelves up off the ground on metal tables to discourage any rats from getting at the corms.

  “Saffron crocuses need a lot of sunshine and water before they flower, so that’s why these lights are on all the time, even if there’s sun coming in the doors,” said Hal, waving at the huge fluorescent lights overhead.

  Janet seemed very interested in the plants. “What kind of soil do they need?” she asked staring at the rows of plants.

  “It’s clay based, but well drained and with plenty of organic matter, which makes it ideal for us as we have the cattle to provide the organic matter, and our soil here has a reasonably high clay content. We filled the trays with half-organic material and half-clay soil then mixed the two together.”

  Berian thought Hal had said something about the harvesting being after normal harvest time. “The crop matures late in the season, I think you said.”

  “Yes, not until about October, which is perfect, as we’ve finished harvesting all the other crops and it’s a quiet time for us. They’ll all flower within about two weeks, so it’ll be a very busy time then, but it works out well overall.”

  “Your Alpha is pretty damn smart. He’s used all your pack’s natural advantages to choose the perfect crop. And from this small crop here this year, you’ll gain the experience to plant a bigger crop next year,” said Janet.

  “That’s the plan. Our pack needs more income. In some ways I don’t think the pack ever really recovered from the year of the rat plague. This new high-priced crop should help us,” said Hal.

  “We were lucky our previous Alpha decided to build the mall. Our farm wasn’t big enough to really develop anything new, and the mall has been a great way of providing both plenty of employment opportunities for everyone, as well as a way for the pack to gain income.” Berian was truly grateful for the vision of the old Alpha, and for the well-balanced leadership Cadfael Hanson now gave the entire pack.

  Their next stop was the biggest barn. The one where hay was stored.

  Berian stood back, leaning against the doorjamb as Janet’s sharp, intelligent eyes took in the huge room. She nodded decisively. “I can see that kids would love trying to climb the piled hay bales and swing on those ropes and then jump off into the hay. I can imagine the games of hide-and-go-seek here, too. Yes, I think I understand why you wanted to show this place to me. Thank you.”

  “I’ll help you climb up and jump off if you like,” offered Hal.

  Berian hid his grin and wondered if she would play along with them.

  “No, but thanks for offering.”

  Janet cooked them a rice and vegetable dish for their lunch
, which was delicious even though she complained that most of Hal’s spices were past their best-before date, as she threw bottle after bottle of the spices into the trash.

  Then Hal lit the fire and they lay on the rug together talking quietly and just enjoying each other’s company and the lack of pressure to be anywhere or do anything.

  But the pressure in the front of his pants was increasing all the time. Having Janet’s curvy body right there beside him was making Berian think of plenty of new games he was certain she’d play with them.

  Gently he unzipped her jeans and slid his hand into her panties. He took the time to tease his fingers through the curls of her bush. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short, and it was fine, not as coarse and curly as many women’s genital hair. However, it was still thicker than the hair on her head, which was silky and soft like a small child’s. Only when he couldn’t wait any longer did he stroke lower until he found her slit. When he slid a finger inside her she sighed and widened her legs. Good. She wanted them as much as they wanted her.

  Hal kneeled behind her and undid the clips holding her hair. Mostly by the time they arrived home in the evening, half her pins and clips had already fallen out, but because it was only early afternoon, and because she’d gotten up much later than normal, her hair was mostly still confined today.

  Berian stroked his finger up and down, in and out of her channel, as Hal piled her hairclips on the table and then massaged her shoulders, neck, and head.

  “Fuck, that feels good.”

  “It feels good from here, too,” said Berian rubbing his thumb over her clit. She arched her body up onto his fingers. But Berian wasn’t going to hurry. He wanted this to last a long time and her to have several orgasms. Hal kneeled behind her and began stroking his hands on her back, gradually pushing up her shirt and sweater to expose her skin. While Hal was distracting her, Berian wiggled on a little more of an angle so he could use his other hand as well, sliding it down inside her panties over her butt.

  Before long, he’d inched a finger into her ass and was finger fucking her from the front and from behind.

  She’d flung her head back onto Hal, and Hal was kissing and licking her jawline, her ear, and her neck while his hands worked on her breasts and nipples.

  From the cream flooding his fingers, Berian knew she was intensely aroused. That was his aim. Some women couldn’t come just from a man’s touch but she was so responsive he was sure they could bring her to completion, and it’d be an excellent start to an afternoon of fucking in front of the fire.

  Her hips pumped up into his hands, as she reached out, with one hand grabbing on to each of them, uniting them around her body. And then she broke, her cunt quivering and rippling on his hand and still more cream coating his fingers. He scooped the cream up, transferring it to her ass, rubbing it into her tissues and now pressing two fingers into her there, as she continued to shake.

  Hal pulled her clothes off as Berian worked to keep her aroused. When both Janet and Hal were naked, Hal rolled a condom on and took control of Janet’s still quivering body.

  “On your hands and knees for me, sweetheart.”

  Janet did as he said and Hal drove his cock into her ass. Berian quickly got undressed and lay back in front of the fire, then wiggled underneath Janet. Hal supported her as Berian lowered her onto his cock.

  Shit, she’s tight! He had to press hard and wiggle and rock to get his dick all the way into her cunt. Her nipples pressing into his chest were taut little pebbles and her fingernails in his shoulders were going to leave bruises for sure. But he didn’t care. She was wet and ready for them both.

  He possessed her mouth and began to fuck it with his tongue as he and Hal pumped into her together.

  Berian loved how passionate she was, kissing him back with as much enthusiasm as he was kissing her, as well as wiggling her hips and grabbing his dick with her internal muscles. Her hands were never still, petting and stroking any bits of skin she could reach, and even her legs were moving, so he knew she was doing that thing with her toes that she’d done to him on Hal this time. Damn, she was an erotic woman, a one-hundred-percent-involved sexual partner and a fitting match for two wolves. She was their mate and soon they’d need to explain that to her.

  He and Hal were setting such a pace, he could feel their bodies moving up the rug as they pumped into Janet and then pumped some more. His shoulders had come off the rug and he felt the harshness of carpet beneath him but ignored it. This fucking was much too good to worry about anything but the amazing woman in his arms.

  His dick was full to bursting with his seed and his balls had drawn up close to his body. The base of his spine tingled and he knew he couldn’t hold off from coming much longer. He caught Hal’s eyes over her shoulder and they both pulled almost completely out of her, then gripped her firmly and slammed into her again with everything they had. As he’d hoped, she exploded with a little wail, her cunt gripping his dick so hard that his eyes almost crossed, and then milking him for every drop of cum.

  He rolled them onto their sides and he and Hal relaxed holding their woman between them for a long time, listening to the crackling of the fire in the silence and smelling the cum and sweat mingled with the burning wood.

  I wouldn’t mind doing this every weekend. If we can find an apartment close to town to live in during the week, we could stay here on the farm on the weekends. That would be heaven.

  Finally Janet wiggled from between then and crawled to her feet. “Shower,” she mumbled.

  “I’ll help you,” said Hal jumping up.

  Janet laughed. “It’s okay. Any more help from you two right now and I’ll never walk again.”

  * * * *

  Hal lay still, listening to the shower turn on and then off again. He heard Janet move into the bedroom and the sound of the zipper as she got clean clothing out of her little carry-on bag. He was just thinking likely he should do a load of laundry while they were here, when Janet said, “Fucking hell. Now what the fuck?”

  He jumped to his feet, just half a second behind Berian as they both hurried to the bedroom.

  “What’s up?” asked Berian.

  She raised a hand in the air, but switched her cell phone to speaker so they could listen in. Hal thought that was very trusting of her. She evidently appreciated their being here and wasn’t worried they’d make noises to interrupt her call or say something inappropriate. He cherished the knowledge that she thought so highly of him.

  “What’s the problem that I need to go to Michigan in such a rush, Alf?”

  “The CEO and CFO of Abbotts want to talk to you on Monday. They said it was imperative it be in person, not in a teleconference.”

  “But why on Monday? I’m well on with their account. Another couple of days and it’ll be done and then a couple of days after that they’ll have the report. A week tops.”

  “It’s a big account, Janet. If they want to talk to you, you need to go.”

  “It’s a big fucking mess, Alf. Their paperwork sucks hairy donkey’s balls.”

  “I don’t care if they tell you to suck hairy donkey’s balls. Get on a plane and be there at ten on Monday. Okay?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Hal had to press his lips together tightly. Janet’s answer had been meek enough but the look on her face would send grown men running in fear and the elevated middle finger of her right hand was pretty clear about her opinion as well.

  She clicked off the call and threw her phone on the bed. Only then did Hal realize she was wearing a towel tucked under her armpits and nothing else. Instantly his dick stood up and waved. Hell, he could work with that.

  He kneeled at the foot of the bed and lifted her legs over his shoulders, widening them so he could press his face into her cunt. She smelled so nice. All fresh and clean with a sweet herbal scent that she hadn’t gotten from his soap. She must have brought some powder or body lotion or something with her.

  He licked and sucked his way into her core and she
sighed and let her knees flop open wider. The towel seemed to have disappeared so Berian was obviously helping him soothe and please her.

  He rolled her clit with his tongue, then tugged on it gently. She rewarded him with honey from deep inside her. Damn she tasted good. The nicest thing he’d ever eaten. Hal held her cunt lips wide, biting the edges of her labia, licking her seam, and then tongue fucking her some more. He withdrew a few inches and licked along the line where her leg joined her torso and then licked a line from there right to her clit.

  But he couldn’t resist her cunt. It was so delicious. He rubbed his nose over her clit as he tongue fucked her some more and she gave a cute little sigh and came, pouring honey into his willing mouth.

  He crawled up her body to kiss her, and then lay beside Janet and Berian on the bed. But only a minute or two later Janet was sitting up mumbling to herself.

  “Relax, Janet. One of us will come with you on the flight on Monday to protect you,” said Berian.

  “It’s not that.” Janet grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself again. “There’s something wrong with those fucking Abbott accounts. One more day, just one more day, and I could have found the fucking discrepancy. Now I’m going to have to race around packing clothes and getting organized for this fucking meeting instead of auditing those fucking accounts and I’m close to it. I know I am.”

  “Why don’t we drive you? Michigan is right next door to Ohio. It doesn’t matter where you need to go. It can’t be more than five or six hours driving and with the car we can bring whatever you want to work on and whatever we need to keep you safe,” said Hal.