Tempted by Her Wolves: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance (Hungry for Her Wolves Book 4)

by Tara West

  “It’s okay.” He smoothed a hand down her back. “Everything is okay.”

  She knew it now, but she couldn’t shake the memories of her despair, the horror that Katarina had brought down on them. She prayed Eilea had closed the portal for good.

  Drasko said, “What’s been happening?”

  “Dr. Johnson has been making the rounds, healing those who were too sick to come to the lodge,” Hakon answered. “Luc and I buried the Cloudwalkers.”

  That could’ve been her family. How thankful she was they’d survived.

  “You found them all?” Drasko asked.

  Hakon and Luc shared dark looks. “Yes,” Hakon answered. “One of them turned. He was about to attack Luc. I had no choice but to kill him.”

  Drasko’s features were screwed up so tight, Amara didn’t know if he was about to cry or rage. “It was probably for the best,” he answered solemnly. “I wouldn’t want to live without my brothers and my mate.” His voice cracking like shattered glass, he turned away.

  Hakon went over to Drasko’s side of the bed, sitting beside him. “I want to thank you for what you did for us.”

  “I was going to let our government nuke you.”

  Hakon clutched his shoulder. “You put the safety of Amara and the babies first.”

  “We wouldn’t expect any less,” Luc said.

  Drasko solemnly nodded. “It wasn’t an easy choice.”

  “I know,” Hakon answered, patting his brother’s back. “One day you and I will be the chieftains of our tribe. I couldn’t ask for anyone stronger by my side.”

  After a group hug, Amara was fed up with sadness. They should be celebrating their survival. “You know what? We all need a drink.”

  Rone frowned. “I can make you an herbal tea, my love.”

  She patted her belly, remembering the child growing inside. “Perfect. You guys need something stronger.”

  Hakon smiled. “Are you trying to get us drunk?”

  She gave him a teasing grin. “Yep. So I can take advantage of you.”

  “You don’t need to get me drunk for that,” Rone said, pointing at the growing bulge under his zipper. “I’m ready to make love to you right now.”

  Hakon rubbed her back. “Amara, you need rest.”

  “What I need is you.” She flung off her top, letting her mates get their fill of her bare breasts. Squirming on Drasko’s lap, she smiled when she felt him growing beneath her. She planted a tender kiss on his lips. “Would you like to be first, my sweet protector?”

  He shook his head, thunderstorms in his eyes. “I want to watch you get fucked.”

  If ever there were magic words to cause massive flooding in Amara’s pussy, those were it.

  When Hakon tugged on her pajama pants, she climbed out of Drasko’s lap and draped her arms around his shoulders. Drasko toyed with her nipples until milk pooled around his fingers. Hakon kissed down her spine.

  Falling into Drasko, she arched back with a groan and Hakon probed her pussy with a thick finger.

  Drasko stroked her cheek. “Keep looking at me.” She surrendered to Hakon’s thick cockhead with a hiss, eyes locked with Drasko’s.

  When Hakon slammed into her, she groaned and closed her eyes.

  “Look at me, Amara,” Drasko growled.

  Her eyes flew open, and she watched him watching her get fucked. Luc toyed with her breast, bending over to suckle her milk. Crying out, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders, falling into rhythm with Hakon, the pressure inside her building. Rone suckled her other breast while Drasko held her captive with his golden eyes.

  Hakon wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. When he dug thick fingers into her ass, she slammed into him.

  Hakon’s release was her undoing. He stilled with a roar, spilling his seed, triggering her pussy walls to clench him like a vice, milking her desire. Drasko whispered words of love against her lips while she came.

  Her mates drank from her breasts, triggering another powerful orgasm. Hakon pushed deeper, groaning as her sheath tightened even more, squeezing every last drop of cum from his thick cock.

  She heaved a shuddering breath when he slid out and Luc slid in. Luc was more gentle, probing her pussy and spreading moisture across her anus until it was slippery and pliable. Keeping her eyes locked on Drasko, she slid onto Luc slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. He fucked her anus with short, choppy thrusts, building her orgasm quickly while Rone continued to play with her breasts.

  The climax that gripped her came without warning, pounding Luc’s cock like a drum, squeezing him so tight, he hissed in pain.

  She broke eye contact with Drasko when Luc slid out. “Sorry, sweetheart,” she said to Luc.

  He nibbled her neck. “I’m not.”

  She giggled when he pinched her breast.

  Drasko turned her to face him, giving her a warning look.

  They locked gazes when Rone toyed with her slit. Rone had become a master of foreplay, learning how to work her into a climax with his fingers or tongue. He traced delicate circles around her nub until it swelled and ached. Luc and Hakon nursed from her breasts, relieving the pressure that made them ache like too-full water balloons. She relaxed into Rone, letting his fingers work their magic. It didn’t take her long to achieve a sweet and easy release that rolled through her like a gentle wave.

  Rone groaned behind her, his thick shaft pumping her like a piston until he spilled his seed deep inside her pussy.

  Amara stared into Drasko’s eyes while Rone mopped her up with a towel. Then she climbed into Drasko’s lap and slid onto his erection.

  “Don’t close your eyes,” he said.

  “I won’t,” she promised, taking his thumb in her mouth and sucking all the way down, then up, matching the tempo of their fucking.

  “Come for me, my love,” she begged, their wet junctures slapping together with each thrust.

  He wrapped her hair around his fist. “We’re coming together,” he commanded.

  She gladly obeyed, surrendering to the euphoria that wrapped her like a shroud, causing every nerve ending to come alive.

  He flipped her on her back, plundering into her with such ferocity, she bit her lip and clung to him, steeling herself against the pain. Pain turned into such intense pleasure, she threw back her head with a gasp.

  “Look at me when I’m fucking you!” he said in his protector voice, slamming into her harder.

  Her eyes flew open, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw his eyes had transformed into golden animal slits. The peak that had been building started to crest.

  “Oh, Drasko,” she cried. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

  She cried out when the orgasm swept through her, holding her captive for several pounding heartbeats.

  He panted into her mouth as he came. He rolled off her and kissed her affectionately while stroking her hair.

  “Thank you, Amara.”

  “No, thank you,” she said. “I love you beyond words.”

  She cuddled and kissed her mates, working each of them into a frenzy until they made love to her once more. She had never felt so cherished and grateful to be in their arms.

  Chapter Twenty

  EILEA WOKE TO THE DELICIOUS smells of frying meat and freshly brewed coffee. With her newly heightened senses, everything smelled better. Everything felt better, too. Her eyes bulged when she saw the vibrator on her nightstand. She’d forgotten to put it away last night after giving herself seven orgasms. Seven. When she’d been human, she was lucky if she could rub out one. After last night she finally understood how she-wolves could mate with so many males. They needed that many just to keep up with their libidos. She couldn’t wait until their bonding ceremony tomorrow night. She was more than ready for sex with a real penis. Correction, penises. Four gloriously large ones. Even though she had seen them, she hadn’t yet had the pleasure of feeling them, because Boris insisted on behaving like a gentleman, leaving her languishing until she
’d finally taken matters into her own hands last night.

  Marius was in her small kitchen, cooking a breakfast big enough to feed an army. It had been this way every morning, and after a long day of healing, she came home to a delicious home-cooked meal. Marius even took care of the dishes and laundry. She could get used to this.

  Marius had found the extra leaf for the table and piled it high with eggs, ham, toast, and something that looked like coffee cake sprinkled with almonds. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sat in a chair, then gasped when Jovan pulled her onto his lap. She would’ve swatted him, but she enjoyed feeling rough denim rubbing against her bare thighs.

  “What is this you’re wearing?” He hiked up her oversized T-shirt and ran a finger under the string on her hips.

  “Booty shorts with a G-string underneath,” she said with a wink. “You like?” He pinched her ass so hard, she slapped his hand. “Ouch!”

  “Yes, I like,” he growled.

  “You could’ve taken them off last night if you’d come to bed with me,” she purred.

  He nuzzled her neck. “Believe me, I wanted to. Tomorrow night,” he whispered. “I’m going to take you hard.”

  Oh, damn. Moisture flooded her underwear. She thanked Marius when he handed her a cup of coffee, relieved to have something else to focus on instead of sex. If Jovan kept teasing her, she’d soak through her clothes and his. Palming her cup, she sipped, pleased when she tasted just the right amount of creamer and sugar. Yeah, she could definitely get used to this.

  “Good morning.” Boris walked in and kissed her cheek before going for the coffee. “How was your night?”

  “Good,” she answered, thanking Marius again when he placed a steaming platter of food in front of her.

  “I imagine so, after listening to the hum of your artificial penis,” Boris said with a wink.

  She choked on her coffee, spewing a great deal down her shirt. “Omigod, you were listening?”

  “We’re wolves, Eilea,” Geri said as he sat across from her, stabbing a piece of ham with a fork. “We have a keen sense of hearing.”

  When Marius handed her a damp towel, she wiped up the stain. “I wouldn’t have needed it if you’d have come to bed with me last night,” she pointed out.

  “We’re not taking you until after the bonding ceremony.” Boris wagged a finger. “We have too much respect for you to do otherwise.”

  Damn. She’d been hoping they’d take her before, if for no other reason than they wouldn’t be shocked at the ceremony when they learned she wasn’t a virgin.

  She looked at Geri, who gave her a blank look. Had he told his brothers yet about her lost virginity? “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  Boris waved away her concern. “Geri already told us you’re not a virgin.”

  She slouched, relief washing through her. “And you’re okay with it?” Not that she cared what they thought. They weren’t virgins either.

  Jovan said, “It fills us with jealousy to know other men touched you, but we don’t blame you.”

  Why would they blame her? Were they that thickheaded? “How kind of you.” She didn’t bother masking her bitterness.

  Jovan said, “We sense you’re being sarcastic.”

  She shook her head. “Good deduction, Einstein.”

  They shared looks, and she realized they were telepathically speaking. She couldn’t deny feeling a stab of jealousy. Amara had told her that all packs communicated telepathically, and she’d hear her mates’ thoughts after they’d taken her virginity. If the bonding ceremony didn’t work, she’d never hear their thoughts. Not that she wanted them in her head, but she sort of did. If she was going to be one of them, she wanted the full experience.

  Boris gave her that alpha dominance look he’d tried on her numerous times to get his way. “Once you bond with us, you will not have eyes for other men, just as we have eyes for none other but you.”

  “Guys.” She rolled her eyes. “I haven’t looked at other men since I first laid eyes on you.”

  They broke into massive shit-eating grins. She smiled into her mug, not wanting them to see how pleased she was with their declaration. She had four blond gods with gloriously large dicks wanting her and only her. How could she not be happy?

  She heard her uncle coming up the porch steps and then she scented him. She quickly pulled down her booty shorts, wishing she’d worn sweats. She swatted Jovan when he latched onto her hips and forced her back into his lap.

  “Uncle Joe is here,” she hissed.

  “I know.” He tickled her ear with his breath. “I don’t want him to see this.” He shifted, stabbing her ass with something she realized was too big to be his cellphone.

  “Control yourself.”

  “It’s so hard.”

  She slapped a hand over her mouth, laughing at the double meaning. These wolves were going to drive her insane.

  Marius must have scented and heard her uncle, too, because he quickly crossed to the door, opening it just as he had his hand poised to knock.

  “Good morning, Agent Johnson,” Marius said, taking his coat. “Would you care for some breakfast?”

  Her mates stood, each offering him their seat.

  Uncle Joe went over to their small table, awkwardly rocking on his heels. “No thanks.” He waved for them to sit down. “I already ate with the Thunderfoots.”

  She loved how respectfully her mates treated her uncle, just like he was her father.

  Not wanting to be the sixth wheel, he’d been staying with the chieftain’s family since the Lupescus had insisted on staying with Eilea. This was his first appearance at the house since he’d left.

  “Hope I’m not interrupting,” he said.

  “No, not at all.” She slid off Jovan’s lap and into a nearby chair, feeling like a naughty teen who’d been caught making out with her crush.

  She gave Jovan a sideways grin when he scooted closer to the table to conceal a massive boner.

  Uncle Joe shoved his hands in his pockets. “Tomorrow’s the big ceremony?”

  Eilea beamed. “Tor told me you can be there.”

  Boris wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “No human has ever witnessed a bonding ceremony.”

  “I realize this is a high honor,” her uncle said, “one I will not take lightly.”

  Marius handed him a cup of coffee, then pulled out a stool and forced him to take a seat. “We are happy you can be there.”

  He sat, hiking up his pants. “As am I.”

  Something about him seemed awkward. She couldn’t help but feel he’d come with bad news. “What’s on your mind, Uncle?”

  He heaved a dramatic sigh. “We still haven’t found Agent Parelli.” The subtle look he shot her mates would’ve probably been overlooked by the human eye, but she suddenly understood the purpose of his visit.

  Boris drummed his fingers on the table. “And you think we had something to do with his disappearance?”

  “I didn’t say that.” He didn’t have to say it. His body language gave him away.

  Leaning back in his chair, Jovan gave him a cool look. “I can sense it in your tone.”

  Uncle Joe flinched and looked away.

  “We already told you the werewolf probably ate him,” Boris said through clenched teeth. “Believe me, we’ve looked everywhere for that quallu.”

  “He was a werewolf snack,” Geri added. “I would’ve scented him by now.”

  “He tried to rape our mate.” The chill in Jovan’s even tone gave Eilea goosebumps. “If he is alive, and we find him before your agents do, we will avenge her honor.”

  “That’s what I was afraid of,” her uncle answered. “If we find him, he will stand trial.”

  Jovan stood, leaning his knuckles on the table and giving Uncle Joe a look that could melt lead. “You should know by now that the Amaroki believe in swift justice, not foolish trials.” He nodded to Eilea. “We sense deception, and we know our mate is telling the truth.”

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sp; She wanted to hug Jovan so hard. Her mates were a special kind of awesome, and she had absolutely no regrets telling them what Jimmy had tried with her.

  Her uncle jerked back as if slapped. “As do I.”

  “Then it’s settled.” Boris rose, voice dropping to a deep protector baritone. “If he’s not already dead, he’d better pray you find him before we do.”

  EILEA WAS WITH AMARA in a changing room, frowning at her reflection in the mirror. She’d always envisioned something different for her wedding day. Instead of a beautiful white gown, she wore a shimmery blue cocktail dress, the one good dress she owned. She was more of a jeans and boots girl when she wasn’t in her scrubs.

  “You look beautiful,” Amara said, pinning flowers in her hair.

  Eilea’s frown deepened. “I look like I’m going clubbing, not getting married.”

  “It doesn’t matter.” Amara winked. “After the ritual, your clothes are coming off anyway.”

  Heat fanned Eilea’s cheeks. “I’m trying not to think about that part,” she lied. Actually, that was all she thought about.

  Standing behind Eilea, Amara clutched her shoulders. “You’re going to be my stepmom after this.”

  “I know.” Eilea grimaced. “Weird. I think of you more like a sister.”

  Amara clutched her heart. “Really?”

  Turning to her, Eilea clasped her hand, worried she’d offended her. “But I can be your stepmom if you’d like.”

  Amara shook her head. “Sister is fine. I’m so happy you’re mating with my fathers.”

  “Me, too,” she said, pleased that her new stepdaughter liked her. Hopefully her mates’ sons would, too.

  Amara searched her eyes. “You ready?”

  She released a slow shaky breath. “As I’ll ever be.”

  They turned at a knock on the door. Her jaw dropped when Nakomi popped her head in.

  “What are you doing here?” Amara asked.

  As regal as a queen, wearing a beautiful long gown of emerald green with gold trim, Nakomi shut the door. She carried a woven bag and set it on the floor at her feet. “I’ve come to wish the bride good luck, if I may.”