Fighting for Her Wolves: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (Hungry for Her Wolves Book 5)

by Tara West

  Her orgasm was sweet and pure bliss. She sang his name and then captured his mouth in a kiss when he came.

  She nuzzled his nose. Thank you, my love.

  The pleasure was all mine, my angel, he teased, tenderly stroking her breast.

  Frey lasted every bit as long as his brothers, a look of pained pleasure on his face. His large, throbbing cockhead triggered another orgasm, and her fleshy sheath beat against his head with each swell.

  Annie was sated and spent by the time Frey pulled out. She sank into the mattress with a tired giggle when Magnus embraced her, kissing her forehead.

  She stared at the barn’s crisscrossing wooden rafters with a smile. So far her first night as a mated woman was going perfectly. She could definitely get used to this.

  FREY DREW A LAZY CIRCLE around Annie’s nipple, enthralled at its response. Her breasts were so round and perfect, just like the globes of her ass. He could feast on her all night and never tire. But they couldn’t stay in the barn all night. They had to go home eventually, where hopefully they could go another round.

  Magnus nibbled on Annie’s neck, growling louder each time she giggled. “Do you want to run the canyon?” he asked.

  Annie sat up, her beautiful tits jiggling. “No.”

  “Why?”

  “Sami ruined it for me. I can’t get in that pool without thinking of all those skulls.”

  Oh, yeah. Duh. Annie had been raised with humans, so naturally she’d take it harder than they had. But the more he thought about it, the more he was repulsed by swimming in that water. How many more bones were at the bottom? For certainly Sami had lost a few along the way. Their sanctuary was literally a human graveyard. The thought both depressed and pissed him off. Tyr had warned Sami and Vidar not to experiment with dark magic. They’d almost ruined the family because of their stubbornness.

  “I’m sorry, Annie,” Frey said. Not only had his fathers nearly destroyed the family, Sami had never taught him how to be a good gamma. Tomorrow he was supposed to make the family breakfast, and he didn’t even know how to boil an egg.

  She cupped his face. “Don’t be. I don’t need a canyon to make me happy. I already have all I want.”

  You make us very happy, too. He stroked her neck, an overwhelming feeling of love making his chest swell with joy. I love you, Annie.

  She got up on her elbows and feathered a soft kiss across his lips. And I love you.

  Did you want to try out our new big bed again? Raine asked her, waggling his brows.

  She smiled. Most definitely.

  Epilogue

  ANNIE SAT AT THE BREAKFAST table Raine had built for her per her specifications. It was a pretty white farm table with a window seat on one side and a bench on the other, plus two padded captain chairs. Annie preferred the window seat because it had lots of soft cushioning for her aching lady parts, something she especially needed after a night of delicious, hard fucking.

  Her Husky Mako sat at her feet, whimpering and drooling while keeping an eye on the back door, looking as hungry as she felt.

  Holding a fork in one hand and a knife in the other, she licked her lips in anticipation. Frey hadn’t been the best cook when they’d first bonded but after nearly two months of reading cookbooks, watching cooking videos, and taking lessons from the Coyotechaser gamma, he was becoming a first-rate chef, quickly surpassing her skills in the kitchen, which mainly consisted of boiling macaroni and cheese.

  He came in from the back porch with a smoked brisket wrapped in tinfoil, its juices dripping into the pan. “Who’s hungry?”

  Mako howled.

  Annie banged her silverware on the table. “I want the juices!”

  “Patience,” he chuckled, setting the brisket on the cutting board. “We need to let it rest a few minutes.”

  Annie jumped up and crossed to the kitchen counter, Mako following behind her, no doubt leaving a trail of drool on the floor. “Fuck rest. It’s been napping all day on that smoker. I’m hungry.”

  He slapped her hand away when she reached for a crunchy piece of smoked meat. She yelped when she burned her fingertips, pulling away with what she knew was an overly-dramatic pout. That seemed to do the trick, because he sliced off a seasoned corner and blew on it before popping it in her mouth. He threw Mako a big chunk of fat, but the dog didn’t even savor it, swallowing it in one gulp.

  She chewed slowly, savoring the delicious blend of smoke and spice. Not only was it the perfect flavor, it was the right texture, too.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  She held out her hand for more. “It’s every bit as good as the Coyotechasers’ brisket. Maybe even better.”

  He beamed and sliced off another big piece. “I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.”

  They ate an entire corner, dipping the meat in the juices until they were both full. Frey let Mako lick the cutting board and gave him several more pieces of fat.

  So far, her dog had adjusted well to his new family. Though the Texas heat bothered him, he spent plenty of time outside at night, hunting small game and playing with the other ranch dogs.

  Raine came in from outside, wiping sweat from his brow before grabbing the tea jug from the fridge.

  “Well?” she asked, a hand on her hip. “Are you finished yet?”

  Raine poured a tall glass of tea and drank it in a few long swallows. “A few minor touches are left, but I think you can see it.”

  “Finally!” She had no idea what this big surprise was, but they hadn’t let her in the backyard for a week. Judging by all the lumber they’d brought into the yard, she suspected they’d finally rebuilt their barn full of holes that Annie had named “The Big Swiss.”

  Raine insisted on blindfolding her, and she played along, mainly because she was sick of being stuck in the house. The moment they stepped onto the back porch, she scented fresh water. Lots of it. Her heart hammered in anticipation. Could it be?

  Raine led her down the porch steps and up another set of steps, where the scent of water was even stronger.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Hurry up!” she huffed.

  She squealed with delight when he removed the blindfold, revealing an oblong above-ground pool surrounded by a stained wooden deck that offered a full-sized patio table with matching chairs and several recliners.

  “Happy Birthday!” her mates sung in unison.

  She threw her arms around Raine’s neck, plastering his face with kisses.

  “Hey!” Magnus cried. “I built that pool, too.”

  “We all did,” Jax added.

  She gave her mates big, sloppy kisses and then stripped to her underwear and jumped in. She screamed when she surfaced. The water was much colder than she’d expected, but it was so refreshing. She laughed when they jumped in and splashed her.

  She swam up to Magnus, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Can we afford this?”

  He pulled her to him. “Beef prices have gone up.”

  “Plus Father Tyr has been sending us his military pay,” Jax said.

  Jax had just come home for two weeks’ leave after six weeks of basic training. Not wanting to be the sixth wheel, her mates’ last remaining father, Tyr, refused to come home after reenlisting. He’d said he didn’t know when or if he was ever coming back. Annie felt terrible for her father-in-law. She didn’t know how she could go on if she ever lost her entire pack.

  She swam over to Jax, giggling when he squeezed her ass and yanked her flush against the pole protruding from his swim trunks.

  She traced the square line of his jaw up to the ridge of his ear. She’d missed him these past six weeks, and she’d long for him when he had to leave again next week. But she wouldn’t complain. He loved his job, and it provided income and benefits for the family.

  “I feel bad he’s working so hard and giving us all his money,” she said, running her fingers through his buzzed hair.

  Jax averted his eyes. “He doesn’t need it.”

  “How
is he?”

  “He’s a damn good tracker,” Jax said. “The Army keeps him busy. Keeps his mind occupied.”

  Something in his voice told her things were not okay with Tyr. She wondered if he stayed away because he’d grown tired of his sons asking him about the dark magic their other fathers had used. They didn’t want to know so they could use it. They wanted to know so they could avoid it. At any rate, he must not have trusted them with the information, because he refused to tell them. Jax had become reticent, too, pulling away whenever she tried to involve him in deep conversation.

  She gave a questioning look. “And?”

  He released her, ducked underwater, and swam to the other side of the pool. She hated when he shut her out. Of all her mates, he was having the hardest time accepting what his fathers had done to the family. Most days he was happy, but there were times when she saw the chasm in his soul, and she wished he’d let her shoulder some of his emotional burden. They’d only been mated two months, and he’d been gone for six weeks of that time. Maybe he’d soften to the idea after they got to know each other better.

  At least Magnus had gotten better. He was no longer plagued by the nightmares of his mother’s death or the fears of being an inadequate mate and chieftain. He’d taken over both roles with amazing confidence and skill. Now Annie just had to work on healing Jax’s soul.

  Magnus swam up behind her and gently massaged her shoulders. “He’s still coping.”

  She didn’t know if he was referring to Tyr, Jax, or both.

  She buried her face against his chest and was hit by a powerful spray of water. She turned, swearing and wiping her eyes.

  Raine was pointing a large water gun at her, his grin so evil, she swore she saw devil horns sticking out of his head. “Are we going to stand around and bullshit, or are we going to have fun?”

  “You’ll regret starting a water war with me!” Magnus boomed, shielding Annie with one hand and splashing Raine with the other.

  When Frey and Jax joined in, each wielding water guns, she couldn’t escape the deluge.

  “Enough!” She yelled, scowling. “This is not my idea of fun.”

  “No?” Raine tossed the gun on the deck. Without warning, he dove and chased after her legs.

  She tried to swim away, but he was too fast. He came up behind her and pulled her ass against his erection. “What kind of fun did you have in mind?” he asked, pinching her nipples.

  She pressed into him when he slipped her panties off and pushed her toward the stairs. Hanging onto the railing, she moaned when he toyed with her pussy, then entered her with a jarring thrust. The water’s friction slowed him down until her pussy’s juices eased his passage. He fucked her roughly, toying with her clit. She came hard, and he fucked her through that orgasm and into another.

  Each brother took turns fucking her in the pool. Afterward, spineless as a jelly fish, she floated aimlessly on a raft, sipping sweet tea and letting her mates push her around while they swam. She smiled at cloud that looked like a wolf.

  “Thank you, Fathers,” she whispered. “They were worth the fight.”

  The End.

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  Divine and Dateless

  Eternally Yours, Book One

  Tara West

  Chapter One

  DAMN, THAT HURT.

  I grabbed onto the bathroom counter and slowly pulled myself up, stumbling around a bit before I steadied myself against the wall and turned off the faucet. That's when I got a good look at my reflection in the mirror.

  Omigod!

  Despite the fact that my reflection was a bit blurry, probably due to how hard I’d hit my head when I fell, my hair looked like an electrified mop. I couldn't go on a date like that! Roger would take one look at me, accuse me of faking my profile picture, and make a dash for the elevator. As if I wouldn't have a hard enough time explaining why I was five years older and five (okay, ten) pounds heavier than that Bahama bikini photo.

  I sighed when I thought back to the girl getaways I used to take with Jodi, Trista, and Sheri. Those had been amazing times: margarita binges, detox shakes, size-five bikinis, one-night stands and ribbed condoms. I’d taken that photo after an amazing night with the Swede, Rolf or Sven or something like that. His name didn't matter. What did matter was his size-thirteen shoe and big hands, very big hands. Speaking of that beach fling, we could have made a long-distance relationship work, if only he'd spoken English, or at least hadn't pretended he couldn't understand me.

  I wondered about the size of Roger's hands. Did he have a strong grip like my surly Swede? Or were they perfectly manicured like my last date, Craig the hair stylist, who was one wax and peel away from escaping the closet of denial and giving his very religious grandma a heart attack. If only Craig had listened to me when I suggested he come out to his granny and then smooth things over by offering her a free pluck and color.

  I tried to slick my hair back in place, but the strands felt as unmanageable as a wire brush. What the hell? I hoped that shock hadn't done any permanent damage to my follicles. I had just spent a small fortune at the salon for auburn highlights and a deep conditioning treatment. No more putting it off: next paycheck I would go to the drugstore and get another blow-dryer. This wasn't the first time it had zapped me, but it was definitely the worst.

  I whirled at the sound of a knock on the door. Was Roger here early? I stumbled out of the bathroom and checked the microwave clock in my cramped studio kitchen. Six thirty-six. He was twenty-four minutes early! What was I going to do about my hair?

  I rushed to the kitchen sink and splashed some water on my hair and tried again to push it down, but it must have been spring-loaded because it popped right back up.

  More knocking. This time it was louder and more persistent.

  What the heck, Roger?

  The guy wasn't exactly making a good first impression.

  "Okay, okay," I groaned as I grabbed a hair band from the gym bag I kept by the front door.

  I read somewhere that keeping a packed gym bag in a convenient location was good motivation to keep on a steady workout schedule. So far, it was working, because I'd been steadily going to the gym once every two or three months.

  I did my best to tie my hair back while trying to tamp down my aggravation as the incessant knocking grew ever louder. Grabbing the door handle, I exhaled slowly. I was so tempted to tell Roger the date was off, but I was haunted by the echo of my mom's familiar nagging voice.

  “You're too picky, Ash. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Perfect is a fairytale. Settle down before all the decent ones are taken.”

  I laughed as I recalled being in my early twenties when my mom had encouraged me to be pickier about whom I brought home. But that was ten (okay, fifteen) pounds ago, and that was way before Travis dumped me for his forty-seven-year-old law school professor. Lately, as long as the guy had all his teeth and a functioning penis, Mom was trying to rush me to the altar.

  The unremitting knocking turned into all-out banging.

  Damn, Roger! As if I don't have enough problems with my neighbors.

  I was so aggravated, I didn't even bother to check the peephole before jerking open the door.

  "Is that really necessary?" I growled before I got a good look at him. But then I did get a good look at my date, and my j
aw practically hit the floor. Wow, he looked nothing like his profile picture.

  Tall. Check.

  Wavy, dark hair, and a strong jawline. Check.

  Impossibly blue eyes. Check.

  Broad shoulders and rippling, tanned muscles. Double-check.

  I tried to strike a casual pose as I leaned against the doorframe, but I feared I would melt all over the floor in a puddle of lust instead.

  Mister, you can bang down my door any time.

  He arched a dark brow while eyeing me with a smirk. "Ashley MacLeod?"

  "Everyone calls me Ash, but yeah. So sorry. I wasn't expecting you for another half hour. I had a bit of a blow-dryer accident." I smoothed an errant lock of frizz behind my ear. "I'm not ready."

  "They never are." He laughed.

  And just like that, a bubble burst in my chest. I should have figured him for a Casanova. I was sure he went out with a different girl every weekend. Then again, judging by the confident tilt of his chin and the way those stone-washed jeans clung to his thick legs (and that bulge beneath his zipper), I was fairly certain each of his dates ended in mind-blowing sex. I was also thinking I wanted to end our date the same way, because Casanova or not, I was getting tired of buying batteries.

  "Right." I pushed back another strand of hair, which immediately popped out of place. "Maybe you should wait in the downstairs lobby. There's a soda machine. Don't drink the coffee. It's usually a few days old." I took a step back and prepared to close the door.

  "I've got a schedule to keep."

  I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard a hint of a southern drawl, which didn't make a lot of sense because I was almost positive Roger's profile said he'd lived in Seattle his whole life. Casanova blocked the door with his foot, stepped forward, and practically filled the entire doorway with his frame.