Howling for Their Mate [Wolf Packs of Fate 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jane Jamison

  Suddenly, she was tossed into the air, her body slamming against the trunk lid. A sharp pain struck her as her head hit hard. Then as quickly as it had happened, the car came to an abrupt stop.

  She was upside down, lying on the lid of the trunk. The light from the other car peeked through the cracks so that she could see grass and dirt. Shouts came, and with them the realization that the people in the other car were the men she loved.

  She shouted, her throat burning with the effort. “Help! I’m inside the trunk. Dugan! Harrin! Drake! Please, help me!”

  She coughed as smoke filled the small space. The car was on fire. “Help! Fire! Please! I’m in here!” Panic filled her. Would they get her out before the flames reached the engine, igniting the gas and turning the car into a ball of fire?

  More shouts and a terrified scream from Robert. Her men had caught him and were giving him hell, but would they get to her in time? “Please! Help!”

  A moment later, the ear-splitting wrench of metal being twisted ripped the air. She yelped as the car lurched to the side, then flipped over to land upright, back on the wheels. The trunk wasn’t opened, but rather torn away in a screech of metal being ripped apart. Blinking, she tried to make sense of it all as Harrin pulled her into his arms. She clung to him, her head against his chest, the sound of his heart pounding against her ear, as he carried her away from the car.

  The car exploding lit up the night and threw shrapnel toward them. Harrin kept his back to the car even as debris shot past them. She was sure some of it hit him, but he didn’t react, didn’t even flinch. She curled into his arms and hid her face against his strong body.

  “It’s okay, baby. You’re safe now.”

  The heat from the explosion warmed her skin as Harrin turned back toward the wreckage.

  “Is she hurt?” Dugan’s palm slid along her skin. Funny how he seemed warmer than the fire against her. “Baby, are you hurt?”

  “I don’t know.” She sucked in a hard breath. “I’m fine now that you’ve found me.”

  Drake came closer as her men enclosed her in a protective circle. “Don’t worry about anything, babe. He won’t bother you again.”

  She didn’t want to look, but she had to. If she didn’t, she wasn’t sure she could ever believe Robert was gone. Searching the area around the car, she finally found his prone body. A large piece of metal stuck out of his back. He lay unmoving, and yet she had to ask. She needed to hear the words. “Is he dead?”

  “Yeah. He’s gone. He got hit by one of the flying pieces of metal when the car exploded. The asshole had more explosives in the trunk,” answered Drake. He pulled her out of Harrin’s arms and into his. “Let’s take you home.”

  “What home?”

  “What do you mean, Dugan?” The men pretended to act as though it was nothing, but she could see the sadness on their faces. “What is it?”

  “He blew up our home.” Dugan shrugged at Harrin’s glare. “What? Like she wouldn’t find out?”

  She’d never gotten to see their home. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s all good.” Just like his brothers’, Dugan’s face was covered in dirt and soot. “At least we got out before it blew up.”

  She sucked in a hard-won gasp. “He tried to blow up the house while you were inside?”

  Drake shifted her weight but never put her down as he strode toward their pickup. “He tried, but he failed. No more talk about it until we’re sure you’re all right. Got it? Harrin and Dugan will get you home while I take care of things here.”

  “Got it. Yes, please. Take me home.” Where they took her didn’t matter. Wherever they were would be her home now.

  Chapter Nine

  Raven opened her legs wider, giving Dugan more room. His tongue against her pussy sent shivers through her. “Oooh, that’s so good.”

  “Not as good as when I lick you, I’ll bet.”

  She tugged Harrin’s hair and brought his mouth to her nipple. “No talking. Suck.” She took Drake’s hair in the same way and pulled him to her other breast. “Everyone, suck.”

  “Pushy bitch.”

  She felt Dugan’s smile against her pussy lips. “I have to be pushy when I’m with you three. You act like you’re cavemen sometimes.”

  “Not cavemen, but close.”

  That wasn’t the first time one of them had said something to make her wonder.

  Cavemen, animal-like, brutes.

  They’d said so many things alluding to animals or macho-like men. They’d used the word alpha several times and, although she agreed that the word fit them perfectly, it made her wonder what they really meant.

  But who could think with their tongues dipping and sliding into erotic areas of her body? Instead, she arched her back, pushing her breasts toward them.

  Over and around, Dugan slid his tongue, breaking her apart. His fingers played inside her pussy while his teeth tortured her clit. His moans would’ve turned her on without his touching her, but oh, how much better it was to be touched!

  Drake made the growling sound she loved so much and pulled her away from his brothers to ride on top of him. Instead of placing her on top of his crotch, he lifted her with ease, showing how strong he was, and positioned her on top of his face. His mouth took up where Dugan’s had been, his tongue slashing at her, lapping at her juices.

  She was in love. These men made her heart race and her soul sing. They were her everything and, although they hadn’t said it straight-out, she was sure they loved her, too.

  After taking her back to her house, they’d taken turns watching over her, comforting her, letting her know they would always be there for her. Robert’s death had upset her as any person’s death would, but they’d taken care of everything. She’d asked why the authorities hadn’t come to talk to her, but Drake shook off her questions and told her that he’d “called in a few favors.” True to his word, no one had bothered her.

  She was only now beginning to think she was finally free of her past. Free, but willing to give herself over to her men.

  To my alphas.

  She laughed at the thought.

  Drake moved her, his eyebrows dipping in feigned concern. “Tell me you don’t think what I’m doing is funny.”

  “Funny? Yeah, that’s how I’ve heard women describe having sex with him.” Dugan’s chuckle was met with a right kick from Drake. “Hey!”

  “Not funny at all.” She cupped her breast, then tilted her head as Harrin came up beside her. “Stop talking, Drake.”

  “Listen to the boss lady, man,” joked Dugan.

  “Shut up, Dugan.” Drake pulled her down again, crushing her pussy to his mouth.

  The man knew how to use his tongue. All of her men did. Their sexual abilities were beyond anything she could have hoped for. A night of lovemaking wasn’t just one or two times, but several. They were quick to regain their erections and were insatiable. She often wondered if she had the endurance to keep them happy, but it didn’t matter to them. They’d told her more than once that all she had to do was to lay back and enjoy.

  She arched her back and gripped the headboard. Dugan came to one side of her and cupped her breast while his tongue slid along her shoulder and his fingers found her dark hole. The whirlwind they caused inside her felt like it could break her apart, but she would gladly let it happen.

  Her nipples hardened as both Dugan and Harrin did their magic on them. Harrin thumbed her nipple, tweaking it until pain became pleasure. His huge cock rubbed against her leg, matching Dugan’s cock rubbing against her other leg.

  The only thing better than their tongues on her body was their cocks inside her. She mewled, letting them subject her to more delectable ecstasy. Warmth had been replaced with outright heat. The burn between her legs as Drake sucked in her clit then bit into it with his teeth scorched her. She was alive with their need, her own primal passion taking over.

  A growl—why do they growl so much?—came from Harrin as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled
her into a roll. His brothers’ complaints slid into growls of their own. Harrin fell off the bed, landing with her on top.

  She only had to look into his eyes and see the amber there to know what he’d do next. With a smile curving his lips, he took her by the hips and positioned her over his cock.

  “Now, baby.” He pierced her, his cock driving in hard.

  Her pussy walls stretched, making their own complaint, but that complaint soon changed. She ground her crotch against his, pushing as hard as he could. Her hands flattened on his chest and her fingernails dugs into his skin. The brothers liked it when she drew pinpricks of blood and she found it exciting, too.

  The roll of her first orgasm cycled outward from the center of her. Her abdomen tightened, then released, and her juices spread over his cock and the curly patch of dark hair below. She cried out, sure he’d stab too far and split her in half.

  Drake moved behind her and pushed her forward. “My turn, baby.”

  Each of them had taken her from behind before, and strangely, it had never hurt for more than a few moments. For some reason, she never needed preparation for them to enter her anus. Was she simply always ready for them? Whatever the reason, the sharp burn that came with Drake’s entry blistered along his length, then changed into a heat that thrilled and excited her even more.

  Two men. Two cocks inside me.

  I want a third.

  “Dugan.” It was all she needed to say. It was all she ever had to say.

  “Here, sugar. Enjoy.” He stepped to the side, planted his feet apart, and gripped his cock in his hand.

  She would and she did. Taking hold of his balls, she let him guide his cock into her mouth. He tasted so damn good, his width filling her mouth as much as his brothers’ cocks filled her pussy and a-hole. She moaned, as happy as one woman could be.

  They were a well-oiled machine now. In the week that had passed since her abduction, they’d had sex more times than she could count. The men couldn’t get enough of her and she felt the same way about them.

  Harrin pounded into her, bouncing her. He captured a breast in his mouth, but couldn’t hang on. Instead, she fondled it for him, giving him something good to watch.

  “Play with yourself, babe.”

  It seemed fondling her breast wasn’t enough. She complied, smoothing her hand along her stomach to between her legs. His cock rubbed against the tips of her fingers as she angled just the right way.

  Drake plunged into her time and again, his hand gripping her shoulder as he nibbled on her skin. “You’re ours, Raven. Now and forever.”

  “No matter what,” murmured Dugan. His eyes were closed, his hips swaying back and forth as she dragged his cock in, hollowing her mouth.

  No matter what?

  “We have to tell her.” Harrin’s expression grew tense. “Damn it, I’m going to blow. Too soon. Too damn soon.”

  Drake groaned and put his forehead against her back, a sure sign that he was close to the edge, too. “We’ll talk after this.”

  “Talk about what?” If she could’ve concentrated a little harder, she might’ve made them tell her right then and there. As it was, the question went skittering away, lost in the myriad of sensations their cocks, tongues, and hands gave her.

  “Drink it in, sugar.” Dugan’s voice was tense as he opened his eyes, his dark eyes brightened with the strange amber she’d seen so often.

  As though by mutual decision, the three men stiffened, each taking a pause before they turned their climaxes free. Hot seed poured into her from all three of them and she did her best to accept their gifts.

  Swallowing all Dugan had to offer wasn’t possible as his cum tracked down her chin. Her pussy and butt hole filled with the other men’s seed and she tightened up, trying to hold all of it in. Although they hadn’t talked about children yet, she wanted them. A child from each man would be perfect.

  Her second, bigger climax struck her, driving her over the cliff. She closed her eyes and tried to hold back, but it was impossible. Her body jerked, her need for them reaching the pinnacle of her passion. She cried out, pulling away from Dugan as Drake and Harrin held her body upright while their orgasms ripped into them.

  She was wet, warm, and covered with their musky flavors when they finally allowed her to crumple to the floor beside Harrin. She blew out a breath, the erratic rhythm of her heart starting to even out. “Wow. Just when I think it couldn’t get any better.”

  “Thanks, sugar, I do my best.”

  She palmed Dugan’s cheek. “You’re so funny. It’s not just you, you know. Your brothers had a hand”—she paused and pretended to think—“and a tongue and a cock in making it terrific, too.”

  “Damn straight we did.” Drake sat against the wall.

  “Some of us more than others.” Harrin pulled her into his arms.

  She snuggled against him. She’d said it before, but she needed to say it again. “I’m sorry about your house. If I hadn’t come to Fate, then Robert wouldn’t have come here, either.”

  “If you hadn’t come to town, we never would’ve met you.” Harrin kissed her on the top of her head. “As for our house, it’s okay. It was never really a home. It was always missing something.”

  She couldn’t guess. “What was it missing?”

  Drake skimmed his fingertips along her arm. “You, baby. It was missing you to make it a real home.”

  Most of the time the men were rough and tough, rarely showing a tender side. But every once in a while, one of them would say something so sweet that it would blindside her. Now was one of those times. “Damn it, Drake, you’re going to make me cry.”

  “Don’t cry. Just say you’ll move in with us once the new house is finished. In fact, we want to show you the blueprint so you can make any changes you want.”

  “Yeah, sugar. I don’t know if we’ve told you this yet, but we love you.” Dugan acted sheepish. “That’s right. I said it. We love you and we want you to be ours for the rest of our lives.”

  “Do all three of you feel the same way?” Her throat threatened to tighten up as she fought back the tears.

  “Yeah, all three of us. If you want us, of course.” For one of the few times since she’d met him, Drake seemed almost timid, as though her answer could make or break him.

  “Yes. I want you. All of you.” She had to know. “Since I’m a pushy bitch, I’m going to ask straight out. Are you guys asking me to marry you? I don’t think polygamy is legal, is it?”

  “Not yet.” Drake looked relieved. “Besides, it won’t be a legal marriage like that. Folks in Fate don’t care about marriages. We don’t need a piece of paper or acceptance by the government. It’s a personal commitment between the four of us.”

  “She never said,” added Harrin. “Do you love us, too?”

  “Of course I do. I love all three of you. I think I have from almost the first day we met.”

  “Almost?” asked Dugan.

  “Don’t push it, man. She loves us. That’s more than we deserve.” Harrin hugged her tighter.

  She hadn’t believed she could be any happier, but suddenly it seemed like the entire world was on her side. She’d found not only a second chance and a new home in Fate, but men who truly loved her. Men she loved with all her heart.

  Now that she’d be moving in with them, it gave her the perfect time to ask her own question. “Until then…I know this place is small and everything, but it’s better than you guys staying in tents on your ranch. I mean, you come over here to shower and eat and sleep, anyway, so why not just move in here with me while your house is being built?”

  “Yeah. Why don’t we?” Dugan was definitely ready.

  “That’s a good idea. But first…” Harrin didn’t finish.

  She had to make them tell her what was going on. “Okay, guys, before you start making me forget again, tell me what you need to tell me.”

  When they didn’t answer, she sat up to the sound of their combined grumblings, and pulled a sheet around he
r. Maybe covering her body would keep their minds on the question instead of wanting her again. Not that she wouldn’t be more than happy to drop it once the talking was over.

  She hadn’t expected them to turn so serious, though. “Guys, you’re starting to scare me. What’s wrong?”

  The men got to their feet, the movement of their magnificent bodies tempting her to forget about talking again. Drake pulled her to the bed and sat on the edge of it with Dugan on the other side of her. Harrin paced across the room, then turned back.

  “Will one of you say something?” She clutched the sheet to her and tried to remain calm.

  “Nothing’s wrong, but we need to tell you what we are.” Harrin dragged a hand through his hair. “Hell, we should’ve told you a long time ago, before we ever had sex.”

  Now she really was worried. “Are any of you sick? Do you have AIDS or something? Whatever it is, it doesn’t make any difference to me. We’ll get through it together.”

  Drake took her hand. “No. It’s nothing like that. It’s just that we’re…different.”

  “Different how?” They stalled again as though searching for a way to tell her. “Damn it. Just tell me.”

  “For fuck’s sake, I’ll tell her.” Dugan cleared his throat. “Sugar, we’re shifters.”

  “Shifters? I don’t know what you mean.”

  Harrin and Dugan looked to Drake to continue. He sighed, then answered. “We’re shape-shifters. Men who can change into animals. We can change into wolves.”

  She laughed. After all, what sane person wouldn’t? They couldn’t be serious. “You’re werewolves? That’s what you’re saying, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  Drake wasn’t kidding. None of them were. She stared, trying to understand. She’d sensed they’d held something back from her, but had never imagined anything so preposterous. Shape-shifters? It was a ridiculous idea. Yet hadn’t she noticed things about them that seemed odd? She’d always wanted to ask, but hadn’t. Were her questions being answered now?

  The way they moved at times, graceful yet almost like predators on the prowl. The strange amber color that filled their eyes. The growls.