by Beverly Rae
Night Runner Werewolves 4
Taming Tamara
Tamara Westland is one lady werewolf who knows what she wants and won't stop until she gets it. And what she wants is hunky Night Runner werewolf Nick Rogers. But until she can stop the advances of her pack's alpha male, she's stuck between two worlds.
Nick's hooked on the wild woman when Tamara runs him off the road and into the dirt. He's ready to claim her as his mate, but another werewolf has set his sights on her and isn't letting go. The two packs battle it out as Nick rushes to save Tamara from a life with the wrong man.
If Nick doesn't get to Tamara in time, she'll become another werewolf's mate, leaving Nick alone for the rest of his life.
Note: The heroine of each book will mate with the pack but will end up with one alpha hero. Each hero in the pack will take his own mate in subsequent books.
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 25,034 words
TAMING TAMARA
Night Runner Werewolves 4
Beverly Rae
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TAMING TAMARA
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TAMING TAMARA
Night Runner Werewolves 4
BEVERLY RAE
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Tamara Westland smiled at her image in the mirror. Her auburn hair fell past her shoulders, framing her strong face, but it was the red streak along the right side of her hair that she liked the best. She skimmed her hands along her breasts, then studied her flat stomach and the smoothness of her mons. Her long legs led to rounded hips and a slender waist. Firm arms spoke of her strength just as her chin spoke of her stubborn nature. Her blue eyes, so much like her favorite man of her dreams, sparkled.
Ready, she crawled into her bed, closed her eyes and called the men to her. The dream came quicker, easier each night, letting her stay in control.
“You came again.”
The luscious man with the spiked red hair and ocean-colored eyes appeared relieved. She gave him a silent greeting, her gaze slipping to the tattoo on his arm, a wolf howling at the moon. Five naked men stood by, their hungry eyes fixed on her nude body.
They were all alike, yet so different. Each was a perfect example of manhood, their broad shoulders and toned abdomens taunting her. Slender waists led to the patches of curly hair below. She swallowed, taking in their cocks, their shafts every woman’s fantasy.
Yet even more amazing than their incredible physicality was the wild mix of animal and man that permeated their bodies and flowed toward her. She inhaled, bringing in their scents.
“Of course I did.” She swayed out of the mist, passed by them, touching one here, another there. The heat from their bodies wafted over her to tease every nerve. If she gave in to the desire coursing through her, she’d never make it to the huge blanket spread on the hay.
The redhead glanced around, taking in the stalls filled with horses, the saddles resting on saddle racks, and the stacks of hay. “Where are we this time?”
“Do you really care? You’re here and I’m here. That’s all that matters.”
“Tell us your name.” The older one, the one with piercing blue eyes, asked as he had every night before.
“My name isn’t important. Not yet.” She stepped onto the oversized blanket that would hold all of them and fell to her knees.
The redheaded man, the one she wanted most, came to her side and tracked his hand through her hair. “If you won’t tell me your name, then I’ll tell you mine.”
“I already know what I need to know about you.” She glanced at the others. “About all of you. But go ahead and tell me.” She hadn’t allowed them to say much on the previous nights, but now she was ready to listen. Not that words mattered. Only the connection between them was important.
The one with the red hair touched the red streak highlighting her hair. “I’m Nick Rogers. I like the color.”
“Red is for passion.” She glanced up, pointedly looking at his wild locks. “You must be very passionate.”
“We are. I’m Max Matheson.”
Of the Matheson Pack. She’d known that, too. But hearing the pack’s name sent chills down her spine.
Max and another man one who looked like he could be his brother, came to her. “I’m Michael Matheson.”
“You’re brothers?” she asked. Some things she didn’t know.
“Cousins. But we’re all brothers under the skin.”
She understood what Michael meant. How could she not?
Nick nodded toward a dark-haired man with a slight hawk nose. He had a studious air about him. “That’s
Ranlon Skylark.”
Ranlon tipped his head, his dark intensity thrilling her.
“Then there’s Jimmy Lingo and William Cage.” The two men nodded.
Nick tipped his head, narrowing his eyes. “We’re ready to share you.”
She’d heard about them just as she’d heard of Jimmy’s mate, Mandy, Max’s mate, Cally, and, of course, Sara, the alpha-female of the pack. Sharing one woman to bring her into the pack was the way of the Night Runner werewolves. They were different from any other pack she’d ever known. But the dream wasn’t reality.
“Enough talk.”
Max moved closer, his growing shaft pressing against her shoulder. She ignored him, preferring to make him wait. Michael, judging from the way he fondled his impressive cock, was more than ready. The other men closed in on her like the pack of wolves they were. They surrounded her, getting as near to her as they could.
She looked at the six erect cocks and giggled. If only she had more hands. Or mouths. Or pussies.
Ranlon went to his knees and grazed a hand down her right shoulder. Michael kneeled beside her and cupped one of her buttocks.
Taking Nick’s shaft in her hand, she leaned forward and rubbed the tip against her face. He moaned, his grip on her hair tightening. She did the same with Max, loving the slight differences in texture of their cocks against her cheek.
“Suck me.”
Max pushed against her, urging her to take him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around his cap then dragged him in. He inhaled, his cock twitching as she deep-throated him. William stepped back, giving the others more room as he took his shaft in his hand and started pumping.
These were her men, hers to take. Yet one man was more important than the others.
“Nick, do you like it like this?” She tightened her hold on Max’s shaft as she dragged her mouth from the base to the tip then released him. Letting him go, she wrapped her hand around Nick’s cock then took him inside her mouth.
“You know I do.”
Yes, she knew. She knew what all of them liked, but he was her main concern.
Max grumbled and fell to his knees. He fondled her breast as he stroked himself.
She closed her eyes, wanting to feel every touch, every kiss. Lust pounded into her, willing her to take them one at a time and all at once. She moaned, letting her breath wash over Nick’s shaft.
Ranlon pushed his cock against her side as he reached around to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. The pain zipped through her, and she arched, encouraging him to tantalize her more.
Hands roamed over her body, touching her in just the right spots. She mewled as a hand slipped between her legs. A finger pushed her folds apart and her pussy clenched. Wetness flowed between her legs and she shifted, parting her legs a little wider.
Her body tensed as one man rubbed her clit and another spread her butt cheeks to shove a finger into her anus. She pumped Nick’s shaft faster then released him as another man took her other hand and wrapped it around his shaft.
She smiled as she sensed movement. Someone lay down, putting his head between her legs. She gasped as he pulled her to him and nipped at her clit. Although she tried to stay on her knees, her legs weakened and she fell forward, her body stretching over the man’s.
She slipped her hands along his body, found the huge cock and sucked it in. The hot, spicy taste told her it was Nick’s cock, and his groan proved that she’d guessed correctly. She opened her eyes, but saw only legs through the cascading fall of her hair.
Tamara swept her tongue around his shaft, matching the strokes he gave her. Her body was alive, filled with need. Her stomach swirled with sexual butterflies and her pussy clenched, readying for her first orgasm. She didn’t want to, but she had to let go of him to cry her release.
“Lie down.”
She did as Max requested, falling away from a complaining Nick to lie on her back. One look at the expressions on their faces brought a smaller climax. Amber eyes blazed at her as she spread her long hair over the blanket, bent one knee and beckoned to them with outstretched arms.
“Love the tattoo.” Nick pressed a palm against the tiny star tattoo below her belly button then slid his hand higher.
Max took her other breast as Nick did while Michael skimmed his fingertips along her flat stomach. Ticklish, she trembled.
Tamara motioned for Jimmy to settle between her legs. He was the youngest, with an engaging, boyish smile and dirty blond hair. William, the one who always kept quieter than the others, stayed where he was at the edge of the hay. He’d join in later as he always did.
Nick and Max each took a taut nipple in their mouths and sucked at the same time. Michael took his shaft in his hand and watched as Ranlon kissed the crease of her leg. Jimmy slid his arms under her legs, pressed his face against her mons and inhaled.
“Lick me. I want to feel your tongues on me.” She closed her eyes again.
They obeyed her, thrilling her almost as much as the sensation of six different tongues pressing against her flesh did. They traced their tongues, their warm breaths across her skin, dipping into curves, teasing her belly button. Someone flicked his tongue around her earlobe, then tracked it along the curve of her shoulder, making her wish he would take a bite. Jimmy pushed her legs apart to whip his tongue along her inner thigh, down her leg and between her toes. Yet as difficult as it was to do, she concentrated, looking for her one special man.
She shivered and sighed. Yes, she was right. She could distinguish his tongue from the others. She knew the feeling of Nick’s tongue better than she knew her own name.
She moaned and reached out. The soft tip of Nick’s mushroomed cap pressed against her palm. Curving her hand, she captured it, the wetness of his pre-cum moistening her skin. She toyed with it, sensing him tense in anticipation. When at last she tightened her hand around his shaft, he groaned, sending warm breath over her breast.
Jimmy pushed against her clit, dragging his tongue hard over the sensitive nub.
“Easy, Jimmy. Don’t rush.” Michael’s voice was rough, edged with need.
“Turn on your side.”
Ranlon again. Almost every night he wanted the same. To enter her from behind. She shifted, taking Jimmy along with her as he rested his head against her leg and tugged the other leg over his shoulder.
She opened her eyes to find Nick’s cock an inch from her face. In one swift motion, she drew him in then took Michael’s shaft in her hand.
“Take it easy, baby.” Ranlon kissed her, sliding his tongue then his fingers in to loosen the tight rings. He worked her, preparing her for entry. Then, taking it slowly, he slid his cock inside her.
“Do it, Jimmy, or move away and let me.” Max’s voice was rough, and she sensed he wouldn’t last much longer. He growled, then paused in his strokes, heralding his climax.
“Not a chance.” Jimmy shifted position, pressed his cock against her pussy, then pushed inside. He went deep, thrusting into her hard and fast.
Heat rushed through her, sending her soaring, and she held on. Pumping faster, she brought Michael to a quick climax. He roared his release and fell away. William took his place, leading her hand to his cock.
She glanced up, needing to see the expression on Nick’s face, needing to know she pleased him as much as they pleased her. Yet she wanted more from him. For him.
Her mind blurred as wave after wave of release whipped through her. She clung to the men, with her hands, with her pussy. Perspiration dotted Jimmy’s brow and, all at once, he tensed then howled his climax.
Nick.
As though he’d heard her thought, Nick shoved Jimmy out of the way and pushed into her. Ranlon pulled out a second before he exploded. He stumbled away, leaving only William and Nick with her. The two men held her, steadying her as Nick pushed into her.
She covered William’s hand on her breast and quickened her pace. His chest muscles rippled with the strain of holding back his climax. She slid him into her mouth, loving the vein
s rubbing against the inside of her cheek. Sucking, releasing, then sucking again, she brought him to his pinnacle. He groaned and turned her loose to pull away.
Just Nick now. “It’s just me and you now.”
He widened his eyes and regarded her as though waiting for her to repeat her words. She did and saw a flash of joy cross his face.
Fangs erupted from his gums and his eyes gleamed with lust. Pain stabbed her as claws burst from his fingertips.
Nick growled at her.
She smiled then twisted her head side to side as the biggest climax of all ripped upward from her pussy into her stomach. She shuddered, reaching for him as he fell forward. Running her hands over his back, she dug her fingernails into his rippling muscles and drew the last of his control away.
He quivered, remaining silent as they climaxed together.
“What are you doing?”
Tamara froze, still clinging to Nick. The one voice she didn’t want to hear broke through the dream.
No. Not now.
The men stared at her, not hearing what she heard. She looked at each one and hoped they’d see the apology in her eyes.
“I’m sorry. I have to go.”
She was gone before they could protest.
Nick jerked awake and sat up, his claws digging into the sheet. His heart pounded and sweat formed on his brow as the transformation slowed. “Damn. Another sheet ripped.” Sara would not be happy.
Although the sun hadn’t risen yet, he threw the comforter off, swung his legs over the edge, and gripped the bed. Every morning for the past two weeks he’d awaken abruptly, his body gripped in the middle of a transformation, thrown out of a dream he couldn’t remember. And like on the previous days, he tried to recall the image hiding in his memory and failed.