Tamed by the Wolves [Werewolf Brides 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  Werewolf Brides 2

  Tamed by the Wolves

  Dera Williams is very happy when Gowan and Maitho Cooper finally invite her out on a date. But the day turns to disaster when there’s a downpour and they’re far from shelter. And that’s before Dera notices strangers watching Cooper’s Farm. Who are they and what is happening?

  Gowan is determined their second date will be a success and he and Maitho put in an enormous amount of effort into cooking up the perfect scene. The evening is a great success and their romance is progressing really well. The men are certain she’ll soon agree to a much closer relationship with them.

  Then Dera accepts an interview at a dodgy recruitment firm and the men are determined to protect her no matter what she wants or what anyone else says. Is someone targeting the women on the farm? And how can they keep such an independent woman safe?

  Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves

  Length: 36,084 words

  TAMED BY THE WOLVES

  Werewolf Brides 2

  Cara Adams

  MENAGE EVERLASTING

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  TAMED BY THE WOLVES

  Copyright © 2014 by Cara Adams

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-62741-103-5

  First E-book Publication: January 2014

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

  TAMED BY THE WOLVES

  Werewolf Brides 2

  CARA ADAMS

  Copyright © 2014

  Prologue

  Wanted:

  Twelve women aged over twenty-one, with excellent written and spoken English, prepared to move to the United States of America for a permanent position as bride to two or three men. As their wives, you will be loved and cherished and provided with everything you need. But you will be expected to work hard, to integrate into a small, close-knit community, and to obey your husbands.

  Short-listed applicants will be interviewed by video-link and must provide photo ID and references.

  Chapter One

  Dera Williams watched happily as Esther turned in Xola and Kairu’s arms and was kissed by each of them in turn. It wasn’t exactly a traditional wedding, but it was exciting, and several of the other human women had tissues clutched to their eyes. Esther was a beautiful bride, there was no denying that, and she looked incredibly happy. The crowd of werewolves watching the ceremony were all laughing and cheering, clapping and stomping their feet, while offering encouragement to Xola and Kairu.

  Dera was pretty sure those two men didn’t need any encouragement. Esther had been returning to the women’s quarters later and later, or not at all, whereas Dera was tucked up in her pretty pink bed by eleven every night no matter how hard she stared at Gowan and Maitho. Dera sighed. She was happy for Esther. Esther deserved to have chosen her men and found happiness. Now, if she could just convince Gowan and Maitho to take her out on a few dates, maybe she’d find her perfect mates as well.

  Shakina and Keisha stood beside Dera.

  “The first one of us to marry. Oh, that’s awesome,” said Keisha with sparkling eyes.

  “Maybe it will give some of the other pairs of bachelors the hint to get a move on,” added Shakina.

  “Hell yes.” Dera had just caught sight of Gowan on the other side of the crowd. He was taller than average and that was saying a lot because none of the men here was short. She’d seen him naked once, very briefly, on the airplane as they’d flown into Coopersville when he’d shape-shifted into wolf form. She’d been stunned at the muscled beauty of his body. Even fully clothed he was a mighty fine piece of eye candy, but she longed to see him naked again. And to feel his hands on her skin. Hmm, yes. He had big hands and feet, and the fleeting glimpse she’d caught of his cock before Xola had hidden it behind his clipboard had been very promising, too. Besides, she was certain he’d know what to do with it. Oh god, it’d been so long since she’d had a man inside her pounding away, driving her to orgasm. She really missed that. Using her own fingers wasn’t nearly as satisfactory.

  How she longed to feel a hot hard body pressed to hers and rough fingers on her nipples. But right now she’d settle for a decent conversation with either Maitho or Gowan, although she’d prefer it to be both of them. Since each woman had to marry a pair of men, it’d be much better to spend time with the men together so she be could be sure they got on well with each other as well as with her. But Gowan and Maitho seemed to be shy. Or maybe they just weren’t interested in her. But they weren’t dating any of the other human women. So—ah, fuck. She’d have to take matters into her own
hands and invite them out on a date. She couldn’t sit around waiting forever. Especially now that Esther was already married. Mated. Whatever. And she had an idea about applying for a job that Gowan could advise her about as well.

  “Esther’s dress is so pretty.”

  Dera had been looking at Esther as well. She and her men were just across the square from them. Now she glanced at Shakina. The woman’s voice was soft and sad. Dera didn’t know her personal story, but none of the women who’d come to Cooper’s Farm as mail-order brides had much money. She gave Shakina a hug. “Kairu and Xola helped her choose it, and green is her favorite color.”

  “Well then it’s lucky it’s you who likes Maitho. I’m sure he’ll insist on buying you a pink dress and it just wouldn’t work with my hair.”

  The three women laughed. Shakina’s hair had a definite red tint to it while her own short curls were jet black.

  Dera hurried over to Esther to give her a hug. “Congratulations. You look beautiful. The soft draping line of that dress is just perfect on you.” It clung to her hips and accentuated her bust. Esther didn’t have big boobs, but the dress made her chest look extremely inviting and the floor-length skirt gave her a smooth, graceful look, perfect for her special day.

  “Thank you. I’m sure your turn will be soon.”

  Dera wasn’t at all sure about that, but she was determined to give Gowan and Maitho an encouraging push if they didn’t speak to her today. She moved over to a long table set with bottles of soda, beer, and wine, as well as carafes of ice water. She picked up a glass of water and then joined a group of a few women surrounded by men. Among the men were the two that interested her. Now might be the perfect time to talk to them. If they didn’t seem interested in her, it wouldn’t embarrass any of them in among such a crowd. She could easily drift off elsewhere.

  “The score only lists one cannon which is played several times, and a carillon, not tubular bells or church bells,” said Maitho hotly.

  “But Napoleon banned La Marseillaise in 1805 and God Save the Tsar wasn’t the Russian national anthem then either,” argued Gowan.

  Suddenly a light bulb flashed in Dera’s head and she knew they were talking about Pyotr Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. She’d never heard of any other piece of music being written to include a cannon.

  “But those things would have been familiar to Tchaikovsky from his own lifetime, so he wrote what he knew instead of doing his research. A problem often encountered by filmmakers today.”

  Dera saw both Gowan and Maitho were about to speak again and had to admire a werewolf woman named April when she beat them into the conversational gap saying, “Very good. Now shall we have this coffee before it gets cold? There are some Oreo cookies here for you, Maitho, as well.”

  As Maitho poured the coffee and Gowan picked up the plate of cookies, April told Dera, “Gowan and Maitho have been arguing about music for as long as I’ve known them. Neither of them will ever win, but it keeps the rest of us entertained with useless tidbits of information.”

  “I expect it starts a lot of conversations, too,” said Dera.

  “Or ends them,” said April, grinning.

  Gowan put his coffee down on the tray, and said, “Dera, I heard you might be interested in working on some translations with me?”

  “It’s more that I wanted to find out the details as an option. I might just get a regular office job in Coopersville. I speak Arabic and Farsi fluently so Okapi suggested I ask about the people you translate for. Is there a need for more translators? How would I go about seeing if I fulfill their requirements?”

  Gowan gave Dera a long and searching look. After living in a neighborhood where more than half the people came from the Middle East, Dera was used to being inspected in such a way and knew she could keep her face bland and impassive. “You understand I signed a nondisclosure contract so I can’t speak about any details, but it’s no secret that the company I work for is based in Europe and that Arabic languages are being used there more and more these days. It’s quite possible that there’d be some work available. I can ask if you’d like me to.”

  “What’s Farsi?” asked April.

  “Some people call it Persian—” began Gowan.

  “—and it’s mostly spoken in Iran, Afghanistan, and Tajikistan,” finished Maitho.

  “Afghanistan, eh? I expect there’d be people here needing translations, too,” said April thoughtfully.

  “The military would have their own translators, but there could be commercial and educational translators needed,” said Dera.

  Gowan recited a sonorous phrase.

  Dera laughed, immediately recognizing it. “One of the women here mentioned that just the other day.” She quoted the next stanza.

  “Which means?” asked Maitho.

  “‘If with wine you are drunk, be happy. If seated with a beautiful woman, be happy. Since the end purpose of the universe is nothingness hence picture your nothingness, and while you are, be happy,’” said Gowan.

  “That’s a better translation than the FitzGerald one,” said Dera.

  “Yes. He did rather put his own spin on it, didn’t he?” asked Gowan.

  “Does anyone here speak English? Simple English that an ordinary woman can understand?” asked April. Her voiced sounded a little exasperated, but she was smiling so Dera didn’t think she was really cross.

  “Sorry. It’s a few lines from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, and Edward FitzGerald is a famous but somewhat discredited translator of it,” she said.

  “Awesome. And why am I here at this meeting?” April asked.

  “To bring me Oreo cookies, of course,” said Maitho, jumping up to grab another one.

  “To celebrate Esther’s wedding,” said Dera, shaking her head at him.

  Gowan moved closer to Dera and lowered his voice. “I’ll send off an e-mail to the company I work for this evening, but likely they won’t answer me until Monday.”

  “No worries. As I said, it’s just one option I’m thinking about. A simple office job in Coopersville might suit me just as well. Esther’s already told us about a company wanting someone for a twelve-month maternity leave replacement. But I like the idea of working from home and no commute. I’d have to buy my own computer, I guess, but that’ll still be cheaper than buying gas and clothes sited to wearing to work.”

  “Tomorrow’s Sunday. Has anyone shown you around the farm properly yet?” asked Maitho.

  Dera’s belly clenched. Was he about to ask her on a date? Was her absolute dearest wish about to come true?

  “Esther took me out on one of the quad bikes one day. That was brilliant fun. But we didn’t go very far because we didn’t want to risk getting lost.”

  “Would you like to meet us out front of your accommodation at ten? We could borrow some of the quad bikes and show you the rest of the farm, the river, and Lookout Hill, and all our favorite places.” Maitho sounded almost hesitant instead of his usual confident self. Suddenly Dera wondered if perhaps they’d never even had a girlfriend before. The mail-order brides were here due to a shortage of werewolf females. But surely he’d have dated humans even if all the female wolves were taken?

  “I’d like that. Thanks.”

  Maitho’s usual happy smile was back. “Good. Is there anywhere else you’d especially like to go? Anything else you particularly want to see?”

  “You, naked” hardly seemed an appropriate answer seeing they were surrounded by other people, so she said, “Whatever you want to show me will be good.”

  * * * *

  Gowan knew many of the community at Cooper’s Farm considered him and Maitho to be rather an unusual pair. Bachelors who wanted a human woman had to be in pairs to share her. While some men had best been friends with their partner since elementary school or, like brothers Katungi and Rafiki, since birth, he and Maitho had shared a more tempestuous relationship. They were the same age, thirty-two, and had been thrown together a lot over the years. As boys and even teenagers, th
ey’d spent most of the time fighting, first with their bodies, and by their mid-teens, with an endless war of words about their different tastes and understanding of classical and modern music.

  What many people missed, though, was that their arguments these days were entertainment. They both knew they’d never change the other one’s underlying views and opinions, but it was fun to test their knowledge and sharpen their wits on each other. They’d agreed to share a woman, and even agreed about whose house—Maitho’s—and furniture—mostly his—they’d use.

  Gowan had even gritted his teeth and let Maitho paint the bathroom pink, and a feature wall in the master bedroom pink. Maitho had bought new pink drapes for the bedroom, and half a dozen pink throw cushions for the living room. Going crazy in pink was Maitho’s way of showing how much he wanted a woman to feel at home in their house. Gowan wanted that, too, and only hoped Dera liked pink, because he was becoming convinced that she was the perfect woman for them. Meanwhile, he’d turned the basement into a dungeon and furnished it with all his favorite equipment and toys.

  “If Dera is going to work on translation or work from the house in any shape or form, we need to get that small spare bedroom cleaned up and ready for her,” he said as they walked home after the mating ceremony.

  “Exactly what I was thinking. Have you got any office furniture still at your house or do we need to buy her some things?”

  “There’s a desk still there. It’s the one I used as a student. The chair isn’t a proper ergonomic one though, but she can choose one herself to buy and it’ll do in the interim. Let’s go there now and look.”