Rae, Beverly - Howling for Sara [Night Runner Werewolves 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) (5 page)

Positioning his cock at her pussy, he thrust into her, calling her name as he did. Lust soared to overwhelm her as her tight core met his enlarged shaft. She squeezed her vaginal walls—
he’s big, oh-so-big
—and hooked her ankles to keep her legs around him.

Driving into her time after time, Michael kept his gaze on her face. He cupped a breast, holding on as he thumbed her nipple. Both of them uttered soft
uhs
with each thrust and she held onto him, the tornado inside her growing into a hurricane threatening to sweep her away.

A huge climax hit her, racking through her body in one abrupt shudder after another. He tensed, his tongue soaking up the perspiration on his upper lip. Closing his eyes, he paused. Then, with a sound that reminded her of a wolf’s howl, he poured his seed into her. His body jerked as the release ripped into him, then jerked again, until at last he shuddered to a stop.

“Sara,” he whispered and fell to her side. He threw a possessive arm over her stomach.

She glided her palm along his arm and wondered how so much could have happened in so short a time. She smiled, feeling safe and secure next to him.

“Damn, Michael. Why didn’t you invite us to the welcoming party?”

Four men moved to the foot of the bed, varying sizes of smirks and grins plastering their faces.

Sara gasped and sat up in a frantic hurry to yank the comforter up to her neck. Michael rolled onto his back, shot her a grin, then put an arm behind his head.

“Guys, this is Sara Hutchinson. Sara, these are my friends.”

Seriously? These rugged, hotter-than-any-man-could-ever-be guys are his friends?

Sara gaped at him then forced her mouth closed. “These are your friends? The ones who live here?” She tugged the comforter higher, but she couldn’t deny her body’s instinctive attraction to them. Each was a creation of hard muscles and an amazing face. Each man was as good as the last. And each man looked at her as though she was made of pure gold.

Serves me right. The first time I really let go of my inhibitions and I end up putting on a show.

“That’s right.” Michael pointed at the man closest to him. “Ranlon’s the one with the black shirt and Nick’s got the ridiculous red hair—”

“Hey, my hair’s not ridiculous. You like it, don’t you, Sara?” Nick’s blue eyes zeroed in on her as he rubbed his palm over the spiky hair. A tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon peeked out from under the sleeve of his black T-shirt.

She nodded to answer Nick then glanced at Ranlon. He snorted at Nick, his sharp features highlighting the slight bump in his nose. Although his face wasn’t what most people would call handsome, she found his appearance intriguing—and incredibly hot.

“Max is the one with the paint splotches on his shirt. He’s our resident artist.”

A dark-haired man who looked a lot like Michael bobbed his head at her. “Yeah, I’m the sensitive one of the bunch.”

Ranlon snorted again. “Sensitive, my ass. He just uses the painter thing to get girls into bed.”

Max shrugged. “Hey, whatever works, man.”

Like he’d ever need anything but his looks to get a girl into bed.
The thought made Sara look away.
Sheesh, I just had sex with one of them and already I’m thinking about hopping into bed with one or more of the others. I’ve turned into a sex maniac
. Yet she couldn’t squash a grin at the idea.

Michael grunted. “Then there’s the oldest of the group, William. He’s the one leaning on the bedpost.”

William, who hadn’t said a word, simply nodded his greeting.

“So you really do live with four friends?”
Four very attractive, very sexy men.
Damn, Sara, get a grip. Has your libido come out of the closet and taken away your brain? You could be in trouble.

But she couldn’t help herself. She looked the men over, her pussy tightening at their incredible physiques, the way they stood, and their obvious confidence.

Then it hit her. She frowned and glanced around the room. Why did everything, including the men, seem familiar? Or did they just seem familiar because she wanted them to be? Was she was imagining things? Was the wine still affecting her? She shook the last vestiges of the alcohol from her brain a second before the idea hiding at the edge of her thoughts burst into her awareness.

Oh, shit. The dreams. This is my dream come to life.
Although she couldn’t remember their faces, she was certain these men were the men in her dreams.
How did I not notice before?

Nick moved to sit on the other side of the bed across from Michael. “Well, now that we’ve gotten the introductions out of the way, how about we let Sara get to know us better? That’s why she’s here, right?” He skimmed his gaze down her as though he could see through the comforter.

“W–what are you talking about?”
Yeah, right. Like I wasn’t thinking the same thing a moment ago.

She glanced at the other men. William unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a six-pack abdomen and tugged the shirttail out of his jeans. “Are you expecting me to have sex with all of you?”

Although a part of her was still rational enough to panic at the idea, another part, the side of her that had loved having sex with Michael ached for them. All of them. What would it be like to have more than one man? Maybe at the same time?

Her dating life sucked and she’d gone on very few dates in her entire life. Here, however, was her chance to let go, to experiment, to release her inhibitions and run wild. The only thing she had to do was to reach out and take them.

She bit her lip, amazed at where her thoughts had taken her. She looked from one man to the next.
If ever there was a time to run wild, this was it. But could she?

“That’s the plan, babe.” Nick reached out and tried to tug off her cover. She clutched it to her and fear stiffened her neck, wiping away thoughts of sex with multiple men. She looked to Michael for help, saw the yearning in his eyes, and felt her pussy clench with desire.

Think. Listen to your head, not your body.

As though he’d heard her thoughts, Michael contradicted her. “Sara, listen to your heart. The dreams brought you here for a reason.”

“You know about the dreams?”
The dreams are coming true.

“We are the reason behind your dreams.” Michael held up a hand, telling the others to be quiet. “I meant to give you more time, but I couldn’t resist you. I had to have you. We’ve waited long enough. Now they want their turn.”

Their turn. Wow.
Heat flashed through her as an image of the dreams hit her, flooding the
vee
between her legs.

Think!

Run!

She scrambled off the bed, pushing past Michael to dash toward the closest door. Rushing into the bathroom, she slammed the door behind her, turned the lock, and sunk to the floor. “Oh, my God.”

Chapter Three

Sara peered out the small bathroom window. The flat land of the Texas plains spread toward the slope of the hills beyond and, try as she might, she couldn’t locate the path they’d used to come to the ranch. No lights twinkled in the distance and she couldn’t hear any airplanes or cars. She was stuck in the middle of nowhere with five hungry men. Hungry men all wanting her. She shivered. But was her shiver one born of fear or desire?

“Sara, please unlock the door. I promise you. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”

She whirled toward the door.
Nothing that she didn’t want to happen? Holy hell, after what she’d already done, who knew how far she’d go? Especially after thinking all those wild ideas?

But wasn’t this what she’d wanted? Hadn’t she gone in search of the men in the dreams? Still, who knew if the dreams hadn’t led her straight into a dangerous situation?

She turned and caught her reflection in the mirror. Was she afraid of what she might do? Was giving into her secret desires scarier than anything they could do?

Her big, brown eyes stood out against her pale skin. Wild, sex-mussed hair and plumped, kiss-me-again lips finished the picture. She put a finger to her mouth and could still feel the warmth of Michael’s lips on hers. She knew she shouldn’t like what she saw. Should, in fact, be embarrassed by her actions, but she wasn’t. Not in the least.

Someone jiggled the locked doorknob. She reached for it, taking hold with both hands for added insurance. “Stay away.” But her mind betrayed her again.
Stay. Talk to me. Tell me it’s okay.

“What are you planning on doing, Sara? Are you going to stay in there all night?” Michael quieted the other men giving their opinions on how to get her to come out.

She looked at the window to buy some time. Time needed to sort out rational thought from her wicked impulses. “Yeah, I’m sticking in here. Once it’s morning, I expect to be allowed to leave. Untouched. If not, then…” Then what? She’d yell at them? Call them names? She wasn’t in any position to threaten anyone.

The memory of Michael’s mouth on her pussy struck her, making her reach for the bathroom counter to steady herself. Could she leave and never see him again? And if she had sex with the rest of the men, would she feel the same about them? Again she had to ask herself. Wasn’t this what she’d searched for?

“You don’t have to hole up in there. We’ll leave you alone. You can stay in the bedroom. I give you my word no one will bother you.”

Why did she hear an unspoken “unless you want us to”? Did Michael sound disappointed? Did he regret what he’d done? Did she? A resounding
no
echoed through her mind.

“Sara, I know this is all coming at you fast, but try to understand. We’re here for you. All of us. The dreams aren’t coincidences or tricks. The dreams helped to prepare you for us.”

“Yeah. We’d never hurt you.” Max urged the other men to voice their agreement, which they did readily. “In fact, we’ll do anything you ask of us. Anything. Including leaving you alone if that’s what you really want.”

Was it? Did she want them to leave her alone? A sharp pain in the middle of her chest came and went. Hadn’t she been alone enough?

“But we don’t want to.”

She smothered a grin at Nick’s exuberant outburst. She’d spent a lifetime waiting for someone to want her and now there were several men who did.

“Sara, understand this, okay?” Michael was back, his tone calm, but earnest. “This isn’t about sex. This thing between you and all of us is so much more. We’ve loved you ever since we found you.”

They loved her? A flutter in her stomach had her inching toward the door. After years of hoping, of dreaming for love, those simple words meant so much to her.

“How can you say you love me? You don’t even know me.” She waited, breath held, for him to prove her wrong.

“We do know you. In every way that counts. In our hearts. In our souls.”

The quiet from the other side of the door had her reaching for the doorknob again. Had they left?
Please, no.

“Michael said it better than the rest of us ever could.” Ranlon cleared his throat. “I wish we were more romantic, but we just aren’t.”

“Yeah. We’re just country boys who wouldn’t know a rose from a weed.”

Nick’s laughter warmed her even as she took her hand off the doorknob. To have one man profess his love to her was amazing. But more than one? She crossed her arms, hugging herself.

“Sara, each time we touch you, we’re saying we care for you. That’s the way we show you how much we love and want you.”

For men who weren’t romantics, they made her feel more wanted and more cherished than anyone ever had. Yet again, the quiet unnerved her. Should she go to them? Should she throw caution away and rush to find the happiness she’d searched for? She bit her lip, her heart telling her to ignore her mind’s warnings.

“Okay, Sara? Is that what you want us to do?” Michael asked.

She bit her lip, longing to open the door, but she couldn’t. She was a teacher, a self-respecting lady, someone who didn’t do impulsive things, and she should act like it. Right? “Yes. It is. Go away.”
For now. Until I can think this thing through.

“Fine. We’ll do as you want. Try and get some rest, and we’ll see you in the morning.”

Grumbles of protest and groans greeted Michael’s words, but he shut them down, telling the men to leave the bedroom.

She waited several minutes and, after hearing nothing, unlocked the door then cracked it open an inch. The bedroom was empty. Peeking around the doorway, she hurried to the bed, pulled on the nightgown she found lying on top of the covers, and jumped under the comforter.

She pulled the soft bedspread over her head and closed her eyes. But what the men had told her wouldn’t leave her. Not that she wanted to forget their words. Instead, she held them to her like treasured memories never to be forgotten.

* * * *

Michael hovered over her, his smile warming her more than the sunlight coming through the large bedroom window. Sara smiled, stretched, and then realized she was naked. She started to grab for the sheet, but Ranlon covered his hand with hers.