Wild Love [Werewolves of Forever, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “He’s tied up out back. There’s a hitching post if you ever want to borrow a horse for the day. In fact, anytime you’d like, you can ride with me.” Or just ride me.

  Almost as though she’d heard his thought, she froze, regarding him with big brown eyes that pulled at his cock and heart alike. “That sounds like fun, but I don’t know how to ride.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.” He smiled, attempting to convey how much he ached for her in that one simple gesture. “I’d love to teach you everything you want to learn.” Especially anything between the sheets.

  She frowned, again making him think she’d heard his thought. “Um, could we go inside? I’m dying to see my home for the next few months.”

  Her home until he and his brothers took her back to the main house, he thought.

  “Sure.” He slid his gaze along her ripe body then pivoted and turned the key in the lock. The door swung open, and he gestured for her to enter. Placing a hand against Robert’s chest, he stopped the man before he could follow her inside. “Thanks, but I can handle things from here.”

  Robert grinned and gave him a curt nod then became all business when Emma turned back toward them. “Emma, I’ll let Jacob take over. The paperwork’s all finished and the rent’s paid up for several months. So, since I have other matters to handle elsewhere, I’ll take off. If that’s okay with you?”

  “Are you sure? Don’t you have a check-in list or a walk-through inspection we need to do together?” She shifted from one foot to the other.

  “I’m sure. We don’t work that way around here. Anyone who gets to stay in Forever is someone we already know we can trust.”

  She raised her hand and opened her mouth as though to say something more, but Robert had already whirled around and was scampering toward his pickup.

  Once Robert was in his truck, he glanced back at them. Jacob shot him a salute then closed the door behind him. Emma stood, her hands clasped in front of her, a curious expression on her face.

  “Would you like help unloading your things?”

  “Thanks, but no. I’m fine. I packed light. I brought a few clothes, my laptop, a handful of mementos, and a few groceries to get me by for the first day or so. The only thing I might need would be more groceries and household items. I can find those back in Forever, right?”

  “You can. But don’t worry about having to run to the store. We stocked up the pantry and the fridge. Free of charge, of course.”

  “Wow. That was really nice of you. Thanks.” Her beautiful eyes met his. “Did you say we? As in you and your brothers?”

  “Yeah. Jackson’s the one you talked to on the phone. Then there’s Jayden. But hey, don’t believe everything you hear. Okay, maybe half of it.”

  She laughed, the sound making him smile. “Milly, the woman that owns the coffee shop, told me there were three of you. But again, thank you for the groceries.”

  “No problem. It’s just our way of welcoming you to Forever. How about I give you the grand tour?”

  She grinned at his joke. “Such as it is, you mean?”

  “Yeah. I know it’s not a big place, but hey, it’s clean, comfortable, and cheap with all utilities included.”

  “Oh, no. I didn’t mean that your home isn’t very nice. It is. I really like it.”

  If her face got any redder, she might be mistaken for a fire hydrant. “It’s okay, Emma. I didn’t take it the wrong way.”

  She inhaled, making her chest rise and fall. He caught himself staring at her breasts then jerked his gaze back to her face. “If you want to watch television, I can get the cable man out in a few days as well as a big-screen television. He’ll have to make a special trip, but for the right amount of money, he won’t mind.”

  “No. Don’t bother. I’d rather read or write anyway.”

  “So you’re a writer?”

  “Yes. Or at least I’m trying to be one. I’m planning on finishing a book while I’m here. Then I’ll send it off to some publishers.”

  “What kind of book are you writing?”

  “It’s a romance novel.” She laughed at the cringe he’d tried unsuccessfully to hide. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask you read it.”

  “No. I mean, I’d be glad to read it.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “Riiight. And in return I’ll muck out your horse’s stall.”

  He couldn’t help but feel pride. Their future mate was not only pretty but witty, too. “I bet you would. You look like a woman who can do anything once you set your mind to it.”

  The corners of her mouth lifted as she tucked her head. “I’d like to think so, but life has a way of getting in the way. So, anyway, about that tour…”

  “Of course. The tour.” He strode to the middle of the room, placing himself between the big sofa and the small stone fireplace. He threw his arms wide in a theatrical manner.

  “This is the living area. Notice the luxurious sofa, the sturdy coffee table, and the easy chair perfect for those lazy reading sessions you’ll want to enjoy.”

  She giggled, tried to adopt a serious expression, and failed. “Oh, I’m sure I will. I’m sure I’ll spend a lot of time using every piece of furniture.”

  He walked a few yards into the small galley kitchen. “Here you have the chef’s kitchen. The modern conveniences simply overwhelm the mind.”

  She relaxed, her shoulders dropping as his jokes achieved their intended purpose. “A chef’s kitchen, huh?”

  The funny face he made earned him another giggle. “Okay. So maybe it’s more like a Betty Crocker kind of cook’s kitchen. But it has all the necessary items like a stove, an oven, a refrigerator, and a microwave.”

  “What more could a girl ask for?”

  He latched onto her sparkling brown eyes. “A girl, especially one like you, could ask for a whole lot more. If I have anything to do with it, she’ll get whatever she desires.”

  She parted her mouth, drawing his focus away from her eyes. The air sizzled between them, and he’d swear he could reach out and touch the electric current connecting them. He fisted his hands, hearing Jackson’s warning to not touch her until they’d all met her, but the need inside him, the animal clawing to take her, was strong. If he could have, he would’ve thrown her on the couch and plunged his cock deep inside her pretty pink pussy.

  Having grown up in a town filled with werewolves, he’d heard the stories about how males felt once they’d found their mate. From electrifying touches to mesmerizing looks, he’d listened intently to the tales, memorizing the signs for when he and his brothers would meet their mate. Yet still, he’d been caught unprepared. His entire body ached for her like a man thirsting for a drink of water in the middle of the desert. His soul yearned to unite fully with hers. His mind wanted—no, needed—to know everything about her.

  She flicked her tongue over her lips and almost brought him to his knees as the lust surged through him. If he didn’t keep his mind on something other than her, he’d never keep the beast inside at bay. But was that even possible? Moving as though his legs were immersed in quicksand, he stalked over to the bedroom door, pushed it open, and led her inside the room.

  He had to clear his throat to speak. “This is the bedroom. Please note that turn-down service is provided upon request.”

  She stood, frozen to the spot, her mouth partly open, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry?”

  “Uh, it was just a joke.”

  Although if she wanted, he’d gladly arrive every night just in time to tuck her into bed alongside him. The idea of her lying naked and covered with a lightweight sheet burned fire into his cock. He grabbed one of the four bedposts to keep from grabbing her. Instead, he pointed to the right. “The bathroom’s right through there.”

  She ran her hand over the quilt and took in the wooden nightstand and dresser. “Everything looks like it was made by hand.”

  “It was. My father liked to make things. He made all the furniture in the house except the sofa and the leather chair in the liv
ing room. My mother made the quilt. In fact, she lived here for a short while before they were ma—uh, married.”

  “Really?”

  “The Carr family goes back to the first days of Forever. Back in the late eighteen hundreds, our ancestors brought their families and friends here and claimed it as a place of sanctuary. This is our home now and forever.” He grinned. “Which is one reason why they named the town Forever.”

  “What’s the other reason?” she whispered, the quiet sound flooding him with need.

  He studied her, wanting her to understand the hidden meaning behind his words, yet knowing she wouldn’t. Later she would. “It’s named Forever because once you find the person you’re meant to be with, you stay with her forever.”

  Her mouth parted in a silent “oh.” He could almost see her mind racing, taking in his words. “Are you saying no one ever gets divorced here?”

  “Not that I can remember.”

  She blinked then glanced around the room again,

  “Are you sure you want a stranger using these things? They must mean a lot to your family.”

  He liked the fact that she was considerate. Her oval face and luscious, edible mouth had sex kitten written all over them, and her heart was kind. She was the perfect combination of temptress and loving spouse. He moved closer slowly, like a wolf sneaking up on its prey. “My brothers and I are picky about who rents the house. But I can tell you’ll take good care of things. Jackson wouldn’t have rented it to you sight unseen if he hadn’t trusted you.”

  “But how could he have known? We didn’t talk that long.”

  He liked that she asked a lot of questions. An inquisitive mind was an intelligent one. “We tend to go with our gut around here, and Jackson’s gut told him you could be trusted to treat our house with respect.”

  “I will. I promise.” She edged closer to him. “Tell me about your brothers.”

  If he had his choice, he wouldn’t talk about his brothers. Not yet. She’d be a mate to all of them, but for just a brief moment in time, he liked having her to himself.

  “Jackson’s the oldest and says he runs the pack. But Jayden, the youngest, and I just let him think that. Jackson does, however, have a lot of influence with the rest of the townspeople.”

  She tilted her head. “The pack?”

  He mentally swore at himself for the slip. “It’s just something we call ourselves. You know. Pack, group, gang, club, whatever. Forever is a close-knit community.”

  The fragrance of pheromones mixed with a flowery scent tantalized his nostrils. She sensed his tension and brought her gaze to his, pulling him into the chocolate pools. Her body’s warmth was a living thing he had to experience.

  He couldn’t deny himself any longer. He leaned in, closed his eyes, and inhaled, drawing in more of her heavenly aroma. She tensed but didn’t move away. Sweeping his palms along her arms, he nuzzled his face in the curve of her neck and drank in her scent. The fragrance of roses mixed with her unique essence and made him dizzy with desire.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  He opened his eyes and forced himself away from her. He shuddered as though he’d literally torn his body from hers. “It’s not what I’m doing that matters. It’s what I want to be doing.”

  Her eyes widened, her lips parted again, and he gave up the fight he didn’t want to win. Tugging her close, he crushed his mouth to hers.

  Chapter Two

  As soon as Jacob’s lips touched Emma’s, he knew. Something was wrong with her. He could sense a darkness, a sadness that held her hostage, yet he couldn’t put his finger on what it was. He also sensed that she wouldn’t reveal that secret. Not yet. Mates never kept secrets from each other. But he’d find out eventually, and he and his brothers would make it right.

  Yet the only thing that mattered in the present was having her. The taste of her was beyond imagination. She was salty, spicy, and sweetness mixed together to create one incredible flavor. He whipped his tongue around hers, his dancing with hers, teasing hers to make her chase his back into his mouth. She moaned and pressed her body against his, the taste of the sound sweeping into him. He tightened his hold on her and deepened the kiss, needing to hear her sweet desire-filled yearning again.

  She was the perfect size, the perfect amount of seductress and lady. After all the nights he’d lain in bed, wondering what his mate would be like, he realized now that he hadn’t come close. His expectation of what she was like was dwarfed by the reality of her.

  He gripped her bottom with one hand, loving the way her cheek molded to his palm, then fondled a breast with the other hand. Sucking on her tongue, he found himself answering her whimper with a growl. She arched, pushing her breasts against him, her peaked nipples proving she was as turned-on as he was. He skimmed his thumb over her nipple and she pushed harder against him.

  The desire inside him roared to life, clawing, howling to get free and make her his. Fangs broke through his gums, and it took every ounce of strength he had not to change. But she wasn’t ready to see his wolf. He closed his eyes and forced the fangs to recede. Gaining control, he nibbled on her soft flesh and dug his fingers into her ass. Lifting her, he carried her to the bed and laid her on top of the quilt.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  He was stunned to see a tear in the corner of her eye.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Or was it something he’d said?

  She clutched his shirt, holding it in a death grip, and shook her head. He smiled and, placing his thumb at the corner of her eye, wiped away the tear before it could fall.

  “Whatever it is, Emma, forget about it for now. My brothers and I will make it better soon enough. Nothing can hurt you while you’re here, so don’t let anything get in the way of us.”

  The sadness on her face washed away to give way to wonder. “But I don’t know you.”

  He took her wrists and forced them above her head. Alarm gleamed in her eyes, and for a moment, he was afraid she’d tell him to stop. Could he if she asked him to?

  “Yes, you do. You can feel it just like I can. If you didn’t, you would’ve told me to leave the first moment I touched you.”

  Her nipples formed small pebbles against her shirt, and her flat stomach showed between her top that had risen to bunch under breasts and the waistline of her jeans. He placed a tender kiss on her chin then traced a path down over the hollow of her neck and over the thin material of her shirt. Circling her hard nipples, he wet the shirt with his tongue and nipped at her buds. She thrust her breasts toward him, urging him to go on. Her whine of longing sent power rushing into his cock.

  * * * *

  Emma felt the cream leaking from her slick folds. Whenever Jacob touched her, another small orgasm ripped through her. She was more alive than she’d ever been, more alive than she’d ever thought she could be.

  He pulled her to him, moving his leg between hers. She cried out and trembled, her heart beating faster. Her throat constricted even as she tried to drag in another breath. His leg bumped against her pussy, foretelling of what he could do to her, with her. She bucked, her body calling to his, her clit wanting his cock, her lips wanting his mouth.

  He kissed her again, more demanding than the first time. Her pussy clenched, ready to accept him, needing to have him. She cried out in joy when he kept her two wrists in one hand then tugged her shirt higher. He yanked her bra down, and she heard the rip but didn’t care. His hot gaze locked onto her exposed breasts. Growling, he sucked her tit into his mouth.

  He shoved his leg harder against her crotch. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed back, thrusting against him, rubbing her aching pussy against the rise in his jeans.

  Her mind warned her not to go on, that he was a stranger, but her mind had lost control of her body. Her body recognized him as her lover.

  He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “I want to fuck you and make you scream.”

  She moaned, wanting the same thing. “Please do i
t.”

  He chuckled then looked into her eyes. “Please fuck you? I will. I promise. But there are other things, other people you have to meet first.”

  “No.” She hated the complaint echoing in her voice but couldn’t stop. If complaining didn’t work, she would beg him instead.

  “Don’t worry. I won’t let you suffer.” In quick moves, he undid her jeans, pulled them to her ankles, and tugged them off her. Tearing her panties away, he bent her legs to her chest.

  Emma gasped as he buried his face in her pussy. He licked her, swirling his tongue over her mons and between her folds. He kissed the tender skin around her pussy then lashed across her clit. He teased her again, first flicking his tongue over her clit then pushing his face against her aching nub and blowing on it. She bucked, not to get away but to ask for more. Her body heard his primal call, and her instincts kicked in. Sucking, he nipped at her, making satisfied noises, then pressed his thumb against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Burying his face between her legs, he nibbled at her and circled his thumbs along the sides of her clit, urging the wings of her passion to bring her to the brink of release. She squirmed, but he held her to him. Drawing her sensitive nub into his mouth, he sucked, licked, then sucked some more.

  “Damn, you taste good.” His rich voice flowed over her, caressing her.

  He pushed her legs farther apart then renewed his attack on her pussy. Pulling on her clit, he brought her close to the edge again. She cried out and tried to grasp his hair. She felt his chuckle against her skin a second before he thrust his tongue inside her pussy. She bucked as he added fingers and searched for her G-spot.

  She quivered under his control as her sight became hazy. She lifted her head to peer down at him. At that moment, he stopped and raised his head just high enough that she could see amber-filled eyes above the smoothness of her mound. She squinted, her mind trying to see clearer than her eyes would allow.