Nashville Nights [Mountain Wolf Pack 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Really? So you wanted to become a werewolf?”

  “No. I didn’t have a choice.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  Stone ducked his head, giving Wyatt the lead.

  “Before we had John Sterling as the leader, the alpha, of our pack—the one that lives on the ranch we told you about—we had a leader who was cruel and treated his pack like shit. He forced Stone to attack me.”

  Wyatt’s voice was hard, yet he still put his hand on Stone’s shoulder in comfort. “Stone didn’t have any choice. Briak, that was the former alpha, threatened to kill his mother if he didn’t do it.”

  “Oh, my God. That must’ve been terrible.” Her heart ached. They were both victims of the former evil pack leader.

  “Yeah. It sucked.”

  “But why did this Briak person want to hurt you?”

  Wyatt snorted. “We never figured it out for sure. Briak did a lot of things just to get his sick jollies. He’d done a lot worse for a lot less. He saw me out at the club one night and took an instant disliking to me. Though God knows how anyone could not like this handsome mug.” He laughed, obviously trying to make the awful event sound less horrible than it had been.

  Stone continued, still grim. “It was either jump Wyatt or put my mother at risk. So that’s why I attacked him a few years ago, out in the alley behind a bar. Wyatt put up a good fight, but a human against a werewolf is no match.”

  “He tore me up good, but not before he gave me the changing bite so I’d transform into a werewolf. If he hadn’t, I would’ve bled out and died.”

  “By the time Briak found out that I hadn’t killed him like he’d ordered me to, the pack had finally gotten fed up and helped the Sterling family take charge.” Stone nodded toward Wyatt. “Thankfully, Wyatt, and eventually even Sheila, forgave me. We’ve been friends ever since.”

  “Well, what else was I supposed to do for the big lug? He was too pitiful to hate.”

  She loved how Wyatt wanted to ease his friend’s guilt. And then it hit her. “I didn’t get a chance to say so before, but I’m so sorry to hear about your sister.”

  Pain made his smile crumble. “Thanks. She liked you, you know.”

  “So she told you that I came to visit her?”

  “Yeah, she did.” His smile filled with a bittersweet quality. “She said you were too good for me and said I’d better hang on to you no matter what.”

  “She was right about that.” Stone laughed.

  “Yeah, well, she was too good to be my sister, but I guess I’m just lucky with women.” Wyatt ran a hand over his hair. “I don’t know for sure, but I hope she never found out about my betting to get the money for her medical treatment. She never said anything, but she had a way of finding things out.”

  “I wish I could’ve gotten to know her better.”

  “I should’ve gotten the money from the pack to pay for her medical expenses instead, but they wanted me to change her in return. You see, werewolves heal themselves. She could’ve saved herself, but she refused to be changed. Instead, I borrowed money from Jac and his gang, then used my werewolf senses to bet on the horses and win. I figured I could pay them back in time by winning the talent contest.”

  “It’s not like the man has a big ego.” Stone shrugged. “If he didn’t win and I did, I would’ve paid Jac off for him.”

  She glared at Wyatt. “Then it was your idea to rig the contest?”

  “No. I really did figure I’d win it fair and square.” He smirked. “Yeah, I know. I’ve got a massive ego. But Jac wasn’t taking any chances. Then Sheila died and I blew off the contest and, well, you know what happened after that. Again, I’m sorry about your locket.”

  “What about Jac? He never got his money back. Will he come after you again? I can still pay him back for you. For us.”

  “No you won’t. That’s your money.” Wyatt studied her. “Which brings up a question. If you have that kind of money, why didn’t you buy a decent car on your own?”

  It was a difficult answer to put into words, but she did the best she could. “I don’t know. My grandmother spent all her life saving and scrimping. I guess I figured I’d save it until I really needed it. That’s what she wanted me to do. A new car didn’t seem like a major need. Besides, then these two hot guys bought me a car and I didn’t need to worry about it.”

  “Okay. I can understand that.”

  “Wyatt, whatever happened to my old car? The repairs are taking way too long.”

  “Babe, maybe you should leave well enough alone.”

  “Oh. So it’s gone to the scrap heap, huh?”

  “Well, sort of.”

  “And you weren’t going to tell me?”

  “Eventually.”

  Would Wyatt ever give her a straight answer?

  “But about Jac. I hate to think that he’s still out there, ready to strike again.”

  Stone snarled, and she jerked back, startled at how animalistic the sound was.

  “Easy, sweetheart, I wouldn’t hurt you. As for Jac? The pack’s handling him and his mob. It’s time they got run out of town.”

  “So it’s really over? All of it?”

  “Everything except whether you’ll become our mate or not.”

  Wyatt skimmed his tongue over his lips sending her a flash of renewed craving.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t heard what I need to hear.”

  “And what’s that?” Wyatt squirmed in his chair.

  “You big idiot. It’s as clear as the empty space in your head.” Stone pushed away from the ottoman and went to his knees. He brought her palm to his mouth and pressed a kiss there. “Rae Barnes, I love you. We love you. Will you be our mate?”

  “Aw, hell, yeah.” Wyatt went to his knees, too. “Double that for me. I love you twice as much as he does.”

  “Like hell you do.”

  She laughed and gripped their hands even harder. “I will if you’ll promise me one thing.”

  “What’s that?” asked Stone.

  “You have to promise me that we’ll make beautiful music together for the rest of our lives.”

  “Babe, that’s a given.”

  Wyatt and Stone stood, pulling her onto her feet. They started tugging at her clothes. Wyatt worked on her jeans while Stone yanked her shirt out of her jeans.

  “Boys, do you expect me to submit to you again?”

  At her question, however, they stopped and stared at her.

  “Most of the time, that’s how we like sex.” Wyatt thumbed the corner of her mouth and groaned. “Other times, we can play it softer. If that’s what you want.”

  “Is that a problem, Rae? It wasn’t before, but most werewolf mates submit to their men.”

  “Then it’s a good thing I like it both ways.” She gave them a sultry look. “Masters.”

  “Hell, yeah.” Wyatt cupped her behind the neck and jerked her forward until her lips were only an inch from his. “I hope Carolina doesn’t mind the noise we’re about to make.”

  “She’ll get used to it.” His warm breath flowed over her mouth, and yet, she shivered. She leaned in, brushing her mouth against his. He pushed her away, and she fell back, stunned. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” The wild glint in his eyes caught her off guard even more, and for a moment, she wondered if it came from sexual need or from the animal inside him.

  Stone came to stand beside his friend. “Come here.”

  It pissed her off. “I was right there before Wyatt pushed me away. What’s up with that?” Were they playing a different kind of game?

  “Don’t question us. Not now. Not ever during rough sex.” Stone pulled her roughly to him, molding his body to hers.

  She moaned, low in her throat, her yearning lashing her body into a frenzy that only the two men she loved could satisfy. Damn, but he felt so good, so right. She wanted to rip off his clothes, then hers, and beg him to take her. Yet she knew better than to try. They were in command, just as she’d alway
s dreamed her man, her men, would be.

  Stone sucked on her bottom lip and held it between his teeth. It hurt a little, but she wouldn’t complain. If he gave her more pain, each exquisite in its own way, then she’d count herself lucky. He’d gone from gentle and kind, to hard and demanding. The time for sweet words was over. Now they’d show her another form of their love. Just like Wyatt, he was all man and beast coming together in a magnificent body.

  He yanked her shirt out then thrust his hand underneath. Taking hold of the band of her bra, he ripped it away from her skin. The tug was rough, but she didn’t care. She liked feeling his skin next to hers and only wished that he’d done the same to her shirt.

  His callused hand with fingertips that were rough from playing the guitar cupped her breast. The spark his touch gave her melted her from the inside out. Still, she flinched when he pinched her nipple, then arched wanting more of the same.

  Stone’s mouth left her then burned a trail along her cheek and down her neck. She whimpered as Wyatt moved behind her, his hard chest pushing against her back. Reaching up, she took him by the neck and pulled him to her, then let out a sigh when both men pressed their lips to her shoulders.

  “Bite me.”

  She sensed them pause, then heard Stone’s gentle reply. “Not yet. We have other things we want to do to you first.”

  He moved her shirt upward, exposing her breasts, then bent and took her tortured nipple into his mouth. She wanted him so much. Wanted both of them as one flicked his tongue over her nipple and the other fondled her other breast. They weren’t going to tease her. Instead, they were coming at her hard and fast.

  “You want us,” murmured Wyatt. “Tell us.”

  They had to know already. Her body spoke for her. If she didn’t get them soon, she’d explode. And yet, she recognized his need to hear the words. “I want you.”

  A nip at her nipple warned her.

  “I want you, masters.”

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  Her mind blanked for a moment. No safe word was needed with them. She trusted them to keep her safe today and for all their tomorrows. “Cucumber.”

  “Good. Don’t forget the numbers, either.”

  That she couldn’t remember. “Numbers, masters?”

  “One is too little. Two is just right, and three is too much, too painful.”

  “I remember now, Master Wyatt.” He rocked his rock-hard erection against her ass, then eased away.

  “No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

  “In good time, babe.”

  Stone pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of her jeans, he began to undo her button. The zipper soon slid downward. “If we were at our place, I’d tied you up.”

  Her mind raced. She had the usual toys most women had. A few different vibrators and the like, but nothing like restraints or blindfolds. “I don’t know. Maybe we could find something.”

  “Don’t talk unless we ask you to.” Wyatt craned her neck around and devoured her mouth with his. He worked at his jeans, fumbling to get them unzipped then finally sent them to the floor.

  “Stone.” She wasn’t sure what she’d meant to say, losing her train of thought as his fingers found their way below her panties. When he found the heat between her legs, she cried out and almost crumbled to the floor.

  “Easy, babe. I’ve got you.” Wyatt’s strong arms kept her upright as he claimed both her breasts. “You should get on the bed before you fall.”

  Her mind shouted its protest when they turned her loose and stepped away. Their heated gazes slid over her body. Keeping their attention on her, they rid themselves of their clothes. Wyatt kicked his boots off along with his jeans leaving him dressed in only his T-shirt that stopped just above his hard cock that was pointed straight at her. Stone slowly worked the buttons of his shirt with one hand while undoing his jeans with the other.

  How could they get hotter every day? Their bodies were works of art come to life, statues of chiseled muscles and tendons. And they were hers.

  They stood back to again peruse her almost naked body. Only her panties remained on, and yet she’d never felt as comfortable, as secure, and as loved as she did then.

  Her eyes dropped to Stone’s groin as he pushed his jeans to the floor. Why hadn’t she noticed before that they never wore underwear? If she had it her way, they’d never start.

  “I thought I told you to get on the bed.” Wyatt’s hazel eyes had grown a darker color, reminding her of another question she’d wanted to ask.

  “Why do your eyes change?”

  He gave her a stern look that did more for the wetness between her legs than worry her. “That’s a question, woman. You’re not supposed to ask questions, but I’ll answer it anyway. When our wolves get near to the surface, when the change grows harder to resist, our eyes change. That’s how you can tell.”

  “Thank you, Master Wyatt, for letting me know.” She had a lot to learn, but, oh, how fun it would be to for them to teach her!

  “Now get on the bed.”

  “Hold up.” Stone crooked his finger at her. “Come here first.” He pointed the same finger to the floor. “On your knees. You know what I want.”

  She did know and she did as she was told, going to her knees in front of him. He grabbed a hunk of her hair and brought her face closer. “Tell me your number.”

  “Two, master.”

  “Good.” He guided his cock into her mouth, then let out a growl as his cock went deeper into her throat. “Damn, but that’s good.”

  She made sucking noises, knowing it would add to his delight, and set the pace even as he continued to hold her by the hair. He was huge, almost too big to handle, but she’d be damned if she’d complain. Not every woman would get as lucky as her.

  Stone rocked his hips back and forth, helping her as she slid him in and out. “That’s it, honey. Work your tongue around me.”

  “Fuck this. I need some of this action.” Wyatt clutched a bunch of her hair and tugged her away from a protesting Stone.

  She replaced his cock with Wyatt’s and wondered how two men could be so big. Her mouth ached a little, but the taste was worth every bit. His curved cock bumped the upper back, tickling and choking her, but not enough that she was willing to turn him loose. Not when she could feel the seep of his tasty, salty pre-cum.

  “Oh, hell, yeah.” Wyatt’s tone was one filled with torturous ecstasy.

  “Okay, now to the bed.”

  It was Wyatt’s turn to grumble as Stone pulled her away from him and helped her to her feet. He walked her over to the bed and then turned her around to face him.

  “Sit.”

  She sat down, bringing her level with his cock again. Yet when she tried to take it into her mouth, he pushed on her shoulders.

  “You’ve been good so far, so I’m going to give you a reward.” He bent over her until she had to recourse except to lie back. His lips skimmed down the valley between her breasts then paused to kiss his way around her belly button. Her body tingled from the connection and from excitement as he continued his way down her stomach to her mons. Her breathing quickened, and she lifted her head to watch.

  Hooking his fingers under her panties, he began pulling them down her legs and followed his fingers with his mouth. She sighed, ready to be totally naked.

  Kneeling in front of her, he flicked his tongue along seam of her pussy lips. She jumped although she’d known he was going there. Putting his hands on her knees, he nudged her legs apart.

  “Spread them wide. I want to get a good look at you.”

  She was wet. So wet she could feel her juices sliding down the skin between her pussy and her asshole. She had to bite her lower lip to keep from begging him to taste her.

  “Damn, but she’s wet. Wet and hot.”

  Wyatt came to her side and leaned over to take a look. “And she’s ours, man. For the rest of our lives.”

  Even if she h
adn’t been hot before, she would’ve burned from his words. Love for them filled her, equaling her need for them.

  She jumped again when Stone slicked a finger along her folds. Spreading her, he whipped his tongue over her clit.

  The climax hit her so hard she was surprised when she didn’t shoot into the air. Wyatt eased her back then played with her breasts, nipping one nipple while pinching the other.

  The swirl of Stone’s tongue against her clit sent her mind into free fall. He pressed against her clit, then backed off, only to come at her again and suck it in his mouth. She cried out as the climax still rode her, careless if Carolina or the entire world heard her.

  Stone caressed her inner thigh then slipped his hand closer so he could dip two fingers into her pussy. He finger-fucked her even as he kept up the attack on her clit.

  She felt another gush of wetness between her legs. Her body was in turmoil, at once fighting to get away from the delicious agony to pushing back, wanting him to suck on her, fuck her, harder.

  “Get her on the bed, man.” But Wyatt didn’t wait for Stone to agree. He took her under the arms and pulled her all the way on the bed. “Sit up.”

  Her legs trembled, but she rested back on her knees. She wanted so much to tell them that she needed them between her legs, behind her, too, but she wouldn’t, couldn’t speak.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll buy more sheets.” Stone took her pillowcase and shook the pillow out. Folding it, he placed it over her eyes and tied it behind her head. “Bend over.”

  She went to her hands, her bottom toward Stone. He slipped a hand along her butt cheek, and she flinched at his touch.

  “I don’t have anything else to use to spank you, but sometimes using my hand gives me the most pleasure.”

  “Please, Master Stone.” She needed to feel the flat of his hand on her butt cheek. The sting it would give her could easily send her into another orgasm.

  “Tell me to spank you.”

  “Please, Master Stone, spank me.” She’d have gladly begged to get him to spank her.

  She jumped at the sound and the sensation of his palm against her flesh. “Please, again, master.”

  He slapped her again, not once, but twice, one for each cheek. The sting, the lovely burning sting traveled into her butt to singe into her pussy. The crawl of tightness that signaled another climax began again. How many would they give her before they had their own?