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

by Bonnie Vanak

  Sure, we love sex and one-night stands are commons. Unspoken rule is that long as a female knows what you’re offering, it’s okay.

  Peyton Jackson was different. She’s psi, but that’s not what sets her apart. She has a spark and a zest for life. When she utters that gurgling laugh of yours, the entire world stops and you want to sit and listen to her, feed her favorite foods the way we shifters do to claim our females, and then coax her into your bed for long, hard lovemaking.

  Not for one night. For many nights, hell, a lifetime.

  More than that, she is the one I’ve searched for my entire life. Peyton has the ability to read auras, even shifter auras, and she wields a power over us I have never seen before. And she has a soft heart for children.

  Even children who walk in fur.

  Of course her curves instantly appeal to us shifters. Winters are tough in Wyoming, even with the city less than an hour’s drive away when the highway is paved. Cabin fever easily sets in with bored shifters and that’s when we can get into real trouble. Usually it’s the women who will rein us in, with tempting offers of food, games (we love games. Ever toss a ball to a dog? Try it with a wolf) or long conversations that a shifter enjoys with a favorite female.

  And of course those long hours of lovemaking that can go from gentle to hard in a single night.

  So we look for females with extra cushioning. No shifter male in his right mind wants a coat hanger super model in bed, nor will he brag about the experience. Others would laugh at him and ask if he got bruised. Or tease him about how she really looked beneath all the airbrushing.

  We like woman with flesh on their bones, soft and pliant beneath us as we take them.

  They make good breeders, too.

  But most of all we need women who will stick it out with us. Take us for a night of sex and a Skin woman will never look at a guy the same way again, and her pussy will clench every time she thinks about what she experienced. The downside of getting involved with shifters is that we don’t live with the same urges as humans. We’re not interested in advancing in our careers, owning the fastest, most expensive house and car, or getting rich (though many of us are). We certainly don’t have that FOMO some humans do (fear of missing out).

  We’re more concerned about our packs, our families, protecting our damn hides to make sure the local sheriff doesn’t pump a shotgun full of lead into us when we’re running wild in our animal forms.

  It’s an uneasy co-existence with Skins, who regard us with wariness. Long ago they edged us out to the country, away from the crowded urban areas because having a wolf run wild in New York City made the locals scream. They’d rather tolerate a human mugger than a wild wolf.

  Skins have these long-standing beliefs about predatory animals. They will never stop fully fearing us, even as they smile and shake our hands in a civilized meeting.

  I can’t blame them, because beneath my three-piece Italian silk business suit beats the heart of a wild wolf who will never be fully tamed, in the boardroom or in bed.

  So years ago, we left the cities in search of wide, open spaces where we could form our packs and raise our young. Problem is, there’s not enough suitable women. Skin women eager for a night of intense sex will back away if you start mentioning living together in a pack.

  It became harder to find willing, available females for our males. Many shifters decided it was better to share one woman, and since pack life is all about sharing, it became a norm.

  Even bear shifters, who tend to be solitary, adapted to this lifestyle. The Donovan clan, who own a large spread about twenty miles north of ours, have three or more males to a female. Sam, the clan leader, is searching for a woman to share with his two betas, but he’s had a hard time because he’s constantly having to control his younger, more excitable brother.

  There simply aren’t enough females to go around, and we guard them fiercely once they declare themselves ours.

  As alpha of the Carrington pack, it’s my duty to oversee the pack and ensure they feel safe and protected. I formed my pack to gather together werewolves who were lost and had no place else to go.

  I’ll fight with blood and bone to keep my people safe, and Alex and Gabriel will do the same.

  Alex and Gabe are my trusted betas. I need to ensure they will carry on if something happens to me. When I began searching for a lifelong mate, it was with the intention of sharing her with them.

  Alex is wounded inside from the nightmare he lived in before joining me in the pack. Alex is sensitive and smart as hell, the financial genius behind the Carrington pack. I need a woman who will cherish him. It took a long time Alex to trust again and emerge from the darkness gripping his soul.

  I found Gabriel in prison. Some skin had him arrested for fighting. He had fallen in with a nasty skin motorcycle gang and risked cutting his life short. He’s a good wolf to have by your side when you’re protecting the pack. He needs a woman unafraid of the sex games he enjoys.

  As for me, I need a woman who is my equal, who won’t mind me dominating her in bed because I’m a natural alpha. A woman who won’t hesitate to speak her mind and tell me when I’m out of hand.

  A woman who can satisfy the different sexual demands of three insatiable shifters.

  A woman who will fight for what is important, and come to the aid of one female in desperate need of guidance and love. I am at my breaking point with my beloved sister. I don’t know what I can do to make her listen to me anymore.

  But Peyton, she can read auras and she holds incredible power to control feral shifters.

  She can be the catalyst for change.

  Peyton Jackson was the perfect candidate. I made the decision. She would be ours. And what I want, I always get.

  Shifters are ruthless in pursuing what they want and I wanted Peyton.

  One woman, three shifter wolves. Three of us to make her happy, protect her against territory snatchers like the Brown brothers. Three of us to satisfy her in bed and out of it.

  It’s who we are. Who I am.

  I only hope Peyton will join us.

  10

  Gabriel

  Peyton’s skin tasted like the finest, sweetest berries I’d ever eaten.

  I’d never experienced sex like that before without actually sinking my cock into a woman. And holy shit, it was intense and satisfying.

  Peyton blew my mind away. She was sassy and sexy, with a natural grace and femininity that drives me wild in bed.

  Seeing her reaction when Alex and I licked her and nuzzled her… most females would have been turned on.

  But they wouldn’t have climaxed.

  As a psi, Peyton not only can read the energy of us shifters, but feel it and influence it. I don’t know if she realizes the extent of her powers yet.

  Just as wolves are attuned to the alpha, and the pack as a whole, she’s attuned to shifter energy.

  I don’t care about other shifters, just us.

  Man, when I felt her skin, it was like touching pure satin. Her nipples are pretty, big and coral, until they hardened to tiny points. I thought I would blow my load when she moaned as I sucked her.

  Peyton definitely is the one for us. Dante’s instincts are usually spot on, and this time, he was proven right again.

  Peyton’s such a cool skin woman. She is a free spirit, wild like us shifters, even though she lives in the skin world. She doesn’t worry about what others think about her, or gossip about others.

  You won’t find her staring at her cell phone while you’re trying to talk with her. She’s a real people person. Well, a shifter person, anyway. Peyton has a kind heart, and a body that won’t quit. All those yummy curves, with enough flesh on her hips to grip tight and squeeze and knead, and her ass? I could lick her from head to toe, but her ass is so round and soft and just thinking about it gets me hard.

  When me and Alex made her come, it was one of the best moments of my life. I’ve lusted after Peyton ever since Dante told us of his plan.

  I
’ve had such fun with her, trading jokes and one-liners, and some betting action on the side. Not the horses, but the shifter games they hold in the arena outside Cheyenne once a month. Illegal, but the skins give us a pass because they know it blows off steam.

  Better shifters fighting each other in a cage than fighting them.

  The best and fiercest fighters from packs miles around come to participate, and lay down some money. Peyton’s got a secret weapon. She can spot the energy of the shifter who’s most competitive, the male who will stop at nothing.

  Except she doesn’t bet. She says it’s cheating for her to bet. I’ll make a private bet only with her just as a tease, and to slip her extra cash.

  After the match, she’ll slip me the name of the winner she’d predicted when we’re at the club.

  And she’s always right.

  I love betting against Peyton. She makes it fun. She cranks up my spirit, makes me realize there are good skins in this world.

  So when I had the chance to touch her, pleasure her, and have the honor of giving her the very first big O she’s experienced, I jumped at the chance.

  Dante had told me and Alex to loosen her up, make her comfortable. Long as he was the first to penetrate, he was content. As alpha, he had to claim her virginity, but he wanted it to be a group effort.

  Teamwork, ha.

  It felt so good to feel Peyton shudder as I licked her breasts, and quiver with bliss. Even though it left me with a raging hard on, it was worth it. I’d do it again, many times, just to see her lovely skin flush red, hear those delighted little cries as she climaxed.

  See, most skins think we shifters are all about ourselves, and we’re selfish when it comes to sex. All we want is to gorge ourselves on pleasure, fuck and then leave. Or worse, take a woman without her permission. Rape her.

  And they call us animals?

  Not us. Males always try to please a woman first because you please a woman in bed, she’ll come back for more.

  Dante and I share the same philosophy – leave ‘em staggering, barely able to walk because they’re so dazed from multiple orgasms, and you leave ‘em happy.

  Alex is a little different. He adores wooing a woman, romancing her. Yeah, I’ve seen him in action when we’ve shared a woman, but I also know he’s good with the gentle side women adore. We love that about our Alex, that after all he’s suffered, he can be tender and gentle.

  Me? Forget it. I have a hard side. Prison does that to a wolf. After my pack kicked me out when my folks died, and the mean ass alpha saw me as a threat, I roamed. Got in with a Skin biker gang who wanted a wolf as a mascot. They fed me, taught me to fight dirty in skin, found me females to fuck.

  A pack of a different sort. But when they started using young as drug mules, I drew the line.

  I ratted them out to the cops. They threw me in the slammer as well. Not with the biker gang, because they knew I’d tear them to pieces.

  They found out the hard way that wolves are much more dangerous than bikers when I sank my fangs into the flesh of the biker I caught trying to rape a little girl. Even though the skins stunned me to get my wolf off him, it felt real satisfying ripping that asshole’s arm off and listening to him scream.

  I made sure the kid was taken care of. Gave her to Kelly. Not one knows that Karen isn’t Kelly’s natural born child, but Kelly has a heart of gold and promised to raise her as her own, until her real mom could be found.

  Only my pack know this. I think Peyton would be cool with it if she knew.

  Peyton’s about to know a lot of our secrets, now that Dante’s claimed her virginity.

  I only hope she’s going to accept them, and stick it out for the long run.

  11

  Dante handed the fluffy white towel to Alex as we emerged from the shower. Alex gently rubbed me down, taking extra care between my legs. On his knees, as he looked up at me. On the bathroom counter, his glasses were fogged from the steam.

  “Do you still hurt?”

  His voice was so low, I barely heard him. Busy toweling off, Dante and Alex paid no attention.

  I hesitated. But he looked sincere and I hated to lie to him. “Some,” I whispered.

  Alex finished drying me off and hunted through the mirrored medicine chest as Dante and Gabriel left the bathroom. He found a tube of something, uncapped it and spread it over his fingers.

  “Sit over there,” he pointed to the lip of the Roman tub, “And spread your legs.”

  I hugged myself, feeling uncertain.

  “Please,” he said. “I want to make you feel better.”

  “Only if you tell me what that is on your hand.”

  “A special healing salve Dante keeps here for times when a woman’s had rough sex.”

  Well, I did ache, so I went to the tub and sat, spreading my legs wide. Alex stared straight at my core, licked his lips. Drew in a deep breath.

  “Wow,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful, Peyton.”

  Despite his shyness, I felt certain Alex had seen his share of women’s vulva before. He wasn’t an innocent.

  His fingers stroked the cream over my vulva, rubbing the entrance to my vagina and torn hymen. I sighed with pleasure. It felt tingly and wonderful without arousing me all over again.

  Alex finished and withdrew his fingers. He had such a gentle touch. Nothing sexual about this.

  Something nagged at me. Why did Dante keep ointment here? Had he many lovers in this very room?

  The clear ointment on his fingers glistened beneath the overhead lights. I tried not to stare. Somehow I’d never noticed before that the tip of his right middle finger was missing.

  Glancing away as he washed his hands and then dried them, I wondered what the hell someone had done to him. I knew shifters could be cruel and their lives violent, but that finger had been a clean cut, not jagged like a wolf bite.

  Alex started to leave after capping the ointment. At the doorway, he turned. “There’s a robe on back of the bathroom door. When you’re ready, come into the bedroom.”

  He shut the door to give me privacy. Ready for what?

  I brushed my wet hair, stared at myself in the mirror. The left side of my neck bore a distinct red love mark, and my skin glowed. I looked exactly as I felt – as if I’d just been pleasured by three wild, sexy shifters.

  After drying my hair and donning the satin robe, I went into the bedroom. I didn’t know whether to feel relief or disappointment that all three shifters had covered up with thick terrycloth bathrobes. Alex sat on the edge of the bed, reading a book.

  Gabriel ate an apple, while Dante stood at the window, staring outside. He seemed on guard.

  Did he ever relax? Well, when he wasn’t having sex?

  “How do you feel, Peyton? Are you still quite sore?” Dante asked without turning around.

  The salve Alex had used eased much of the pain. I felt edgy and restless, a pain of a different type.

  The pain of wanting and needing. It was as if once I’d had sex, it released something wild inside of me as well.

  “Not any longer. What kind of salve was that Alex used?”

  Dante gave a brief smile. “Magick salve. It works quickly.”

  I went to Gabriel, running my hands through his thick, long hair. “You still hungry, big guy?”

  The apple fell from his fingers to the floor. I heard Dante chuckle behind me.

  Gabriel stood up, gave me a quick kiss. “We’ll be back when Alex is ready.”

  Then he and Dante left the room, closing the door behind them. Alex still seemed absorbed in his book.

  I understood. Alex was shy, and even though he’d participated when Dante took me, he wanted to be alone.

  The fact that Gabriel clearly desired me, and yet was willing to have Alex be next, and give him all the time he needed, spoke much about the relationship they shared.

  So unselfish.

  Even though I was the one sexually inexperienced, it didn’t feel like that with Alex. I knew I had to tread lig
htly and not scare him off.

  Alex took my hand and led me over to the window. Resting his hands on my shoulders, he leaned against me. I felt the strength of his erection against my backside.

  “I’m glad you’re here with me, Alex,” I murmured.

  “I as well.” Alex lifted my hair and pressed a singularly sweet kiss on my nape. I shivered with pleasure.

  He ran his fingers through my hair, then lifted it, kissing the nape of my neck.

  A thrill cascaded down my spine. This was Alex, a sensitive soul who trusted few, and now was making love with me.

  He rubbed against me and then stopped. I turned. “Is everything all right?”

  Light brown, troubled eyes met mine. “Are you all right with this, Peyton? With us? With… me?”

  I sensed I must tread carefully. I framed his face with my hands and kissed him as answer. Groaning, he kissed me back, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.

  “Do you like that?” he whispered when we parted. “What of this?”

  Alex kissed my jaw.

  I nodded.

  "Or this?" His lips nibbled a path along my jawline then up back to my mouth. He sampled my lips again, his tongue probing, inviting me to taste him back. When I did, Alex thrust deeper into my mouth.

  Hot lava red swirled around him. I read auras, I knew he was more than ready.

  I led him over to the bed, clasped his penis.

  Though I had little experience, I licked it, the taste of chocolate and wine in my mouth. Alex threw back his head and moaned as I flicked my tongue over the tip.

  Then he removed his glasses, folded them neatly on the table next to the bed.

  Unsmiling, he pushed me back onto the mattress. I delighted in this primitive side of him, the shifter who desired me and couldn’t wait to take me.

  Alex moved over me, murmuring phrases in French. They sounded like poetry. Delighted, I slid my arms around him, pulling him closer.