Rae, Beverly - Howling for Sara [Night Runner Werewolves 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) (11 page)

“More than before?” Her pussy tightened just thinking about Michael shoving his cock deep inside her.

He laughed, and flecks of amber appeared in his eyes. “Believe me. Much more.”

“I’m not sure I could stand much more.”

“Don’t worry. Once you’re one of us, you will. But the best thing”—Michael smiled, the upturn of his lips finally bringing out the full force of his dimples—“is that you’re part of the pack. No matter what happens, no matter where you go, you’ll always be one of us. You’ll always be a Night Runner.”

She took his arm then pressed a kiss against his palm. “Which means you always take care of your pack. Like all of you took care of me.”

“We’d do it again. Even if it meant losing one of us.”

His words made her decision easy. “So how does a woman become a werewolf?”

“A Night Runner. That’s how we think of ourselves. As more than just werewolves.”

“Then how do I become a Night Runner?”

She felt him tense as though he dreaded what he had to tell her. “Again, it’s not easy. One of us will have to bite you.”

“Biting me doesn’t sound too bad.” The idea, however, left her shaky. “Will you have to bite me once? Or lots of times?”

“One bite, deep enough, but not deep enough to kill. The pain is awful, but the wound will heal faster than any other type of wound.” He traced his thumb over her bruised cheek. “The bite will help to heal your other injuries as well. I just wish we’d found you sooner. Before he did—”

“Nothing that happened was your fault.” She dropped her gaze, touched by the hurt in his expression. Making her decision, she lifted her chin and stared into his dark eyes. “Let’s do this. Make me a Night Runner, Michael.”

Chapter Six

Michael called everyone into her bedroom. The men entered then took a place around the bed. Sara sat in the middle, the sheets pulled over her naked body, and studied them. They seemed as nervous and as excited as she was.

“I’ve explained everything to her.” Michael squeezed her hand.

“And you’re sure this is what you want?” Max asked. “If you need more time, we can wait.”

Jimmy thumped him on the shoulder. “Shut up, will ya? Maybe you can wait, but I can’t. Some of us haven’t had the pleasure of lying between her legs yet.”

William clasped the young shifter by the neck and shook him. “He’s not talking about just the sex, you dumb ass. He’s talking about her decision to stay with us. To become a Night Runner. Think with both your heads.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Jimmy dropped his gaze to the floor. “I hope you stay with us, Sara. And not just because of the sex.”

She giggled. How had so many different men come together? While the older William was serious, a seasoned warrior of life, Jimmy exuded the unbridled enthusiasm of youth. Nick was the wild one, the bad boy of the bunch while Ranlon, Max, and Michael fell somewhere in between the wild and the tamer side of men. She hugged herself, delighting in the idea of having a lifetime to get to know them better.

“Are you ready, Sara?” Michael moved to sit on the bed. “Or do you want more time?”

She closed her eyes and inhaled, drawing in the intoxicating smell of testosterone and musk with an edge of danger. They smelled like no other men she’d ever known. Even now she could sense their lust building, their inner beasts aching to break free. Would she be able to take them all at once?

“I’m sure.” She opened her eyes and found Michael staring at her, a hopeful expression on his handsome face. “I’m ready.”

Yearning rumbled through her as though saying the words out loud had opened a long-closed door. Her body ached to touch them and to have them touch every part of her.

The men glanced at each other then, as if in silent agreement, began disrobing. Sara held her breath as the men took off their shirts, then their boots, and finally their jeans. She bit her lip at the sight of so many rock-hard bodies, all waiting to pleasure her and make her one of them. Their cocks were generous by any man’s standard, many of which were already beginning to grow. Wetness flooded between her legs and the fire in her abdomen erupted into an inferno. She wanted them one, two, or more at a time.

“I can smell her.” Nick ran a ragged hand over his face. “Sure we can’t give her pleasure first? She’s hot for us. Can’t you smell her?”

“Of course we can.” William’s voice was deep and filled with desire. He shook his head slowly, as though he wasn’t sure. “But now’s not the time for sex. The bite comes first. Then we’ll show her how much we want her.”

“How much we need her, too,” added Max. He glanced at Sara. “So who will it be? Who do you want to bring you the Change?”

“I’m going to bite her.”

Michael waited for her to refuse, but what could she say? She would’ve welcomed any of their bites, but somehow it seemed right for Michael to be the one to bring her into the pack.

Michael crawled onto the bed with her, then nodded at Max and Ranlon. They came onto the bed and took her ankles. She searched for reassurance from Michael.

“Don’t worry. They’re holding you only as a precaution. We don’t want you to move too much when I bite you. If you can stay still, I won’t tear your skin as much and the wound will heal faster and leave less of a scar.”

Her stomach clenched and, for a moment, she was unsure of her decision. Yet when she brought her gaze to Michael’s again, her fear dissipated, leaving her calm and ready to face her new future.

She nodded, unable to find the right words to express the turmoil of emotions whirling inside her. Michael slid on top of her, straddling her, his shaft pushing against her stomach. Jimmy sat at her side and grabbed her right arm while Nick took the left one. She studied them, her hungry gaze darting from one incredible erect penis to another. Before she’d met them, she’d never have believed she could be so brazen, but now she was different. They were hers to have as much as she wanted and the realization gave her the confidence to forget any lingering inhibitions. She licked her lips, already imagining taking a cock into her mouth, her pussy, and her ass while the others used their tongues to please her.

Michael leaned closer and whispered, “One last time. Are you sure?”

She turned her head to the side to expose her neck, giving him the answer he needed. Jimmy grinned at her, his shaft flying high, and she couldn’t help but grin back.

Michael brushed her hair out of the way then tracked his tongue along the curve of her shoulder and neck. “Try to relax, Sara. The more relaxed you are the easier this will be.”

She glanced at him and noted how his eyes glistened with amber. The tips of his fangs slipped over his lower lip. She swallowed and wondered how it would feel to have fangs pushing through her gums. “Michael, would you just shut up and bite me already?”

Michael’s mouth drew back, exposing more of his deadly teeth. She looked at Jimmy and let out a long breath.

Michael grabbed her head, holding her still, then clamped his jaws down on her. Pain seared through her neck as his fangs broke her skin and dug into her. Warm stickiness slid down her neck to tickle the back of her shoulder. She gasped only to let out a scream.

The instinct to survive took over as fear raced through her, overwhelming her mind. She screamed again as Michael’s grip tightened and the stabbing agony flared outward along her shoulder and down her arm. She tried to yank her arms away, tried to strike them, but the men held her.

She couldn’t think, couldn’t reason. She could only react.

Pain tore at her, scorching into every part of her body. Her body shook, denying the assault, but the torture was relentless. She cursed the men even as they murmured words of comfort and encouragement. At last, she had to give up the fight, spent and exhausted as the true battle raged inside her. Her blood boiled and her heart pounded as the Change took her.

Clenching her teeth, she stared at Jimmy, worry knitting his brow, and saw him glance at the others. For a moment, she thought he would turn her loose. Instead, he increased the pressure on her arms, his fingers boring into her flesh.

God, it hurts. Please make it stop. Michael, let go.

An image of Michael hanging onto the bear’s neck flashed into her mind, and terror gripped her. Was he trying to kill her as he’d killed Victor? She cried out, but her cries soon turned to whimpers.

The world spun around her in dizzying arrays of light and dark. Sparks of amber dotted her view until, at last, blissful darkness took her.

* * * *

Sara gasped and jerked away at the sensation of someone touching her. Her eyes flew open to find Nick smiling down at her.

“Hey, take it easy. You’re all right.” He patted a wet cloth to her forehead, applying it with a gentle touch. Taking a glass from Michael, he motioned for her to drink. “Here. Try this. It’ll help restore your strength.”

“I–I don’t understand. What happened?” Her gaze traveled from Nick’s smiling face to the men—still naked—gathered around her bed. With Nick’s help, she brought it to her lips, sniffed the pungent aroma, then took a tentative slip. “What’s in this stuff?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know. But it’ll help. My family’s used the potion for generations to speed the healing process and give us more energy.”

“You passed out is what happened.” Ranlon scooted onto her bed, making the mattress dip toward him. “But you’re going to be fine. You’ve already started healing and, yeah, Nick’s brew will do amazing things for you. Drink up, Sara.”

She did as he directed and let the warm, putrid liquid flow into her. A few moments later, she felt renewed and invigorated.

She reached up to touch her wound, but Nick stopped her. “No. Leave it alone. We’ll take care of it for you.” Leaning over, he slid his tongue along her skin.

Sara steeled herself against any pain, but it never came. Instead, a tingle spread over her flesh as he flattened his tongue against her wound. She inhaled, bringing in his intoxicating scent and luxuriating in the heat wafting off his body. She moaned, wanting him to use his tongue elsewhere.

Nick nodded. “Our saliva will help speed up the recovery.”

“You’ve been hurt enough.” William sat at the end of the bed. “Is there anything we can get you? Water? Food?”

“Us?”

Michael’s voice brought her attention to him, and she saw the amber flecks sparkling in his eyes as he took hold of the bedpost.

“Not to rush you or anything, but some of us are about to explode.” He gave her a soft smile. “I don’t know which one of us is worse off. Those of us who have lain with you or those who haven’t.”

Jimmy laughed. “Yeah, Sara. I think I’m going to die. Damn, you’re so hot, and I’ll bet you taste sweet.”

“Don’t push her,” warned William. “Remember what she’s endured since meeting us.”

“No.” Her word came out louder than she’d wanted. The startled men sat back, clearly thinking the exact opposite of what she’d meant. “I mean, no, you’re not pushing me. I want you.” She glanced around at them, the heat in her rising as she noted their obvious desire. “I want all of you. I’m not sure I have enough energy to do that, but I damn well want to try. Plus, I want to try right now.”

Her new life had started, and she was ready to welcome the pack. These were her men, her life, and they were strong and sexy as hell. Just looking at them made her want to fuck all of them.

“She doesn’t have to tell me twice.” Jimmy clambered onto the bed. He ran his hand along her thigh, his blond hair hanging across his forehead, highlighting his amber-flecked hazel eyes. “Damn, but you’re soft.”

Nick swiped his tongue over her wound. Growling, he covered her breast. He sighed, letting out a long puff of air. “Yeah, I could keep my hand on her forever.”

Max wasn’t one to be left out, and he hurried to scoot in between Ranlon and Jimmy. Leaning over her, he licked her wound, too. Max took Nick’s lead and cupped her other breast. He leaned over and flicked his tongue over her nipple. Jimmy continued stroking her leg until, at last, he let his hand slip under her bottom.

Lust churned in Sara’s stomach, and she wrapped her hand around Ranlon’s cock. Opening her legs, she hinted to William to lie down and he took the invitation, muttering words of awe as he slid his arms under her legs. She pushed her legs on top of his shoulders and put her hand over Nick’s hand.

Michael groaned and joined them, taking his finger to move her pussy lips apart. “William, taste her, man. I want to watch you suck on her.”

“With pleasure, man.” William crushed his mouth to her pussy, found her tender clit, and sucked.

Sara groaned, her hand tightening around Ranlon’s shaft as she pulled him to her mouth. Taking him inside, she sucked, matching William’s rhythm. Sweet pre-cum filled her mouth and she mewed, delighting in the treat.

She closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her. Her pussy clenched, throbbing. Her heart thundered in her ears and her pulse sped up. She breathed in deeply, drawing in each man’s unique aroma to mix into one wild scent.

William sucked and licked her clit, using his teeth to nibble. Michael found the crevice between her leg and stomach, and feathered kisses along her skin. She opened her legs wider.