Chosen by the Wolves [Werewolf Brides 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  When the server arrived at their table, Nathanael asked for a carafe of ice water. The young man’s face went blank, but he nodded and went away to get it. Why was he surprised? Did he think they were about to do a BDSM scene? Would the men want to do a scene tonight with her? No, it’s too soon. They won’t do anything on a first date. Excerpt maybe kiss me good night.

  “Will you tell us why you came to Cooper’s Farm, Siyandra? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But if you’re willing to share, we’d like to hear your story,” said Nathanael.

  “Does that mean you’ll both tell me your stories, too?” she asked.

  “Of course. But you’ll probably fall asleep while we’re talking they’re so boring,” said Justin.

  They were both staring at her, waiting for her to begin. Siyandra had told her story several times already to the other human women, so reciting it again wasn’t hard. There was almost no pain anymore as she thought through the changes in her life. “My dad lost his job when I was almost twenty. I was partway through a course studying occupational therapy at the local community college. I had a part-time job to pay some of my fees, but I was living at home which saved me a lot of money. Dad tried quite hard to find another job but he was fifty and it’s really hard for older men to get good jobs. Dad certainly wasn’t ready to take a lower sort of position just then. He started getting angry at me, saying I should be paying him for rent, food, laundry, and so on. He was so grumpy that I moved out into a tiny apartment. It was the cheapest one I could afford but the money I earned barely covered my expenses, far less college fees. So I applied to work full-time and they accepted me. The job was okay, but it wasn’t going anywhere and neither was I. I guess I was dissatisfied and wanted to try something new, which is why I agreed to come to the farm.”

  Siyandra deliberately left out the bit about her new boss suggesting she sleep with him in gratitude for giving her work, and the other bit about her father turning into a screaming drunk bully when he couldn’t find work.

  “Would you like to go back to school and finish your course?” asked Justin.

  “I don’t know. I’ve looked at the courses at the community college here, but there isn’t one for occupational therapy, and nothing else really activates my interest. I think I’ll be happy going on as I am now, just helping out around the farm. Nala’s been teaching me about how to care for her herbs. I love being part of a community, like Cooper’s Farm.”

  Nathanael smiled at her, his black eyes sparkling with good humor. “I suppose it’s a cliché to say we’re just a big happy family, but it’s true. We’re a diverse group, but underneath the differences, everyone genuinely cares for each other.”

  Their meals arrived just then, but Siyandra still said, “Now it’s your turn. Who’s going first?”

  Justin picked up his fork and said, “Me. No siblings. Both parents were shot by hunters when they were visiting friends in another state and went on a run. That’s why I’ve never left Ohio. I manage the Coopersville call center. I supervise the eight ’til four shift but then have a daily management meeting after my shift so never leave before five.”

  “Do you need to run all the time? I mean, couldn’t you go on vacation and just not run until you came home?” Siyandra was careful not to mention shape-shifting. The room was very noisy and likely no one would hear what she said, but the tables were crowded close together and she didn’t want to risk anyone overhearing something private.

  “He’s just terrified of being made to eat catfish, grits, and okra,” teased Nathanael.

  “Catfish is yummy as long as the oil it’s cooked in is very hot and it’s breaded in cornmeal,” said Siyandra. She noticed neither of them had answered her question about running. She’d leave it for now and ask one of the married human women later.

  They talked about food as they ate their meal, then Siyandra sat back and sipped her water. “What about you, Nathanael?”

  “I have a younger sister, Susannah. She married a man who lives about seventy miles from here and has twin sons. My parents moved to their town to help with my nephews. I try to visit them every few months. The boys are three now and change so fast.”

  “And what work do you do? I know you work in town.”

  “I’m a trainer, but not the physical fitness kind, the business kind. Far too many companies are still stuck in a previous century in their business models. Someone gets an idea and develops it, then it has to be approved by their manager, then by the manager’s manager, then by a committee or board, and it can be months before an answer comes back to the person who developed the idea. By that time he or she has lost interest in it, or it’s too late. Like magazines that publish a front-page article about something that happened months ago. By then no one cares. With Twitter, people can hear the news in a nanosecond, and an idea needs to be implemented really quickly. But some old-style managers just don’t understand. They rant and rave about losing market share but won’t change their business models to speed up processes. That means they’ll never get their market share back again.”

  He’s really passionate about his work. It’s important to him. I like that.

  Siyandra finished her water and looked at the two men. Their heads were turned to the stage and she realized the show was about to begin. What would it be? Would she like it or would it be something horrible?

  * * * *

  Justin watched as three men brought in a solid wooden base and two tall metal poles which they clamped into the base. Then one of the men shimmied up each pole and hung from the top of it, swinging his body energetically to and fro. Justin guessed he was testing it before the dancers did their act.

  Two of the men left and reappeared soon after, escorting two young women, presumably the dancers. Each had long dark hair hanging down their backs, and they were wearing the smallest imaginable bikinis, basically just a few strategically placed sequins. One wore a red bikini with gold sequins, the other blue with silver. He realized the three muscular men weren’t wearing much either, only a black thong each. He supposed just as the women were eye candy for the straight men, the men were eye candy for the women and gay men. Their hairless oiled chests gleamed in the artificial light and he wondered if Siyandra preferred her men hairless and oiled. He’d ask her later.

  Music began and the woman in the red bikini stretched, posed, and climbed the pole, beginning a routine of poses where she hung sideways, upside down, or even right way up using just one or two hands, or even a knee. In some positions her legs were spread wide apart, making it very obvious she’d had a Brazilian wax. The tiny scrap of fabric she wore barely covered her slit and her anus, nothing more. He supposed some men would find it very sexy, and perhaps if the dancer had been Siyandra, he might have appreciated it more. But he was more in awe of her ability to hold her poses for such long beats of music, and her flexibility, rather than admiring her undeniably attractive body.

  The second dancer’s act was thinly disguised sex with the pole, and the stage show ended with both women wrapped around the third man, the one who’d tested the pole. They were all hanging from the two poles. The man had his fingers plunged deep in the cunt of the woman in blue, while the one in red was stroking his cock inside his thong. It was arousing, certainly, but very close to the line between erotica and porn. He was glad they’d decided not to go to the later show. His mind boggled at what it might hold. Of course, it might make Siyandra really hot for him and Nathanael. He was certainly ready to fuck her, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t possible on a first date, unfortunately.

  After the stage was cleared, slow, romantic music began to play and he and Nathanael led Siyandra onto the dance floor. Justin pressed her against his chest, letting her feel the thick, hard length of his cock. Nathanael wrapped his arms around her from behind, and Justin knew his friend’s cock would be pressed against her soft round ass.

  Slowly they moved around the dance floor, keeping her body sandwiched tightly between them. Justin wanted he
r to know how much they wanted her. Not an unknown pole dancer, but her. Their woman, the one they would cherish and love forever. His dick was so hard he really wanted to fuck her right now. There were rooms for hire upstairs, but sadly that was not the plan for tonight. Tonight was all about getting to know Siyandra and letting her know how much they wanted her to mate with them. Justin tilted her head up and pressed kisses along her jawline. Her eyes were closed but her lips tilted up in a smile. Behind her, Nathanael pushed her hair to one side and kissed and sucked along her neck. God, Justin wanted to touch her breasts. Her nipples were hard points against his chest and her breasts were soft and full.

  The dance floor was crammed with people. Surely no one would be able to see him if he was discreet. Very carefully he brushed his hands over the sides of her breasts, gently cupping the fullness and then massaging it a little. She leaned back a fraction more into Nathanael and he took that as a sign she approved of being touched. He placed his palms over her breasts and tweaked and pinched her nipples. Damn they were hard and such an erotic contrast to the full softness of her breasts.

  Justin wasn’t brave enough to touch her for long, but he enjoyed the few brief seconds of having her breasts under his hands. He dropped one hand to her hip and stroked it gently. He caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up to the mezzanine floor. An older man had his arm around the waist of young blonde female server. She looked uncomfortable but was standing perfectly still in his grasp. While Justin watched, the older man tucked some money down the front of her low-cut uniform, and he must have pinched her nipple as he did so because she flinched when he did it.

  The blonde moved away and Justin stared at the back of her uniform. Most of the servers had a top that exposed their backs to the waist. Her back was completely covered, but the skirt was very short and the front had a plunging neckline. That was just weird.

  He forgot about the server and concentrated on Siyandra. His beautiful, wonderful woman. Or, at least, the woman he hoped very much to claim as his. Would she let them touch her tonight? He was sure she’d permit a kiss, but would that be all? God he wanted so much more than that.

  “The party is getting a bit raunchy. It’s time for us to leave,” said Nathanael.

  “Getting raunchy?” queried Siyandra with a grin and a raised eyebrow. But she walked docilely beside them to the exit.

  In the hallway were Purvis and Heath coming toward them. “Have you just arrived?” he asked.

  “We thought we’d catch the late show and have some supper,” said Heath.

  Justin didn’t know what prompted him but his mouth opened and the words came out all by themselves. “There’s a young blonde server. All the others have bare backs but her uniform covers her back completely.”

  “Blonde? I wonder if she’s the one who was beaten,” said Purvis thoughtfully.

  “I hadn’t thought of that, but it would certainly explain why she’s dressed as she is,” answered Justin.

  “We’ll keep an eye out for her,” promised Heath.

  Justin felt better. Maybe the server was perfectly happy and loved her job. But if she didn’t, perhaps the werewolves would be able to help her.

  * * * *

  Nathanael and Justin kept Siyandra tucked up close between them as they crossed the parking lot to their SUV. Nate’s dick was so hard it hurt to walk and all he could think about was plunging it deep inside Siyandra’s cunt and ramming home until she came screaming around him. Then he’d turn her over and fuck her ass until she came again. Unfortunately that couldn’t happen in the parking lot and likely she wouldn’t permit it to happen at all tonight. But fuck! He had to get his hands on her. Besides, she’d allowed them to touch her surreptitiously on the dance floor. Although plenty of other people were doing a whole lot more. He’d noticed several men with their hands down their partners’ pants especially after the pole dancers had demonstrated a similar act.

  When they got to the truck he leaned her back against it and pressed his aching cock into her body. Slowly he kissed her nose, then her chin. She wound her arms around his neck and he kissed her properly, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. With one arm Nathanael held her body hard against his. He used the other hand to slide down inside her pants and caress the soft, warm skin of her ass. Damn, she felt good. He stroked her flesh and she trembled against him, but her kisses were faster, more breathless, so he teased her asshole with his finger, loving her response until she pulled her lips away from his, panting for breath.

  There was no one around them. Justin unlocked the car and Nathanael sat sideways on the backseat, pulling her onto his lap and unzipping her pants. Justin blocked the doorway, kneeled down, and buried his face in her cunt.

  “Oh!” gasped Siyandra.

  Nathanael lifted her shirt up, pushed her bra out of the way and began massaging and teasing her breasts. She arched her back, pushing her breasts up into his hands and raising her hips to Justin’s mouth. He wanted to fuck her more than anything on earth right now, but it was much more important that they give her an orgasm. Though here in the parking lot was rather high school. Still, there was no way he was going to suggest they wait until they’d arrived home. She might have cooled off by then and not be interested anymore, whereas right now she was more than willing.

  He licked and sucked on her neck, constantly twisting and stretching her nipples as he scraped his teeth lightly on her tender skin. His dick was nestled against her ass and he longed to rub it against her, but that might be too much for his control. His need for her was so great, and holding her breasts felt so good, he didn’t want to risk exposing himself to any more temptation. Damn, she looked beautiful right now, her clothes half off her, her hair tangled against his chest, and her face pink with arousal. He’d never known a more beautiful woman in his life before.

  Siyandra’s body shook against his as she orgasmed. He gave her nipples an extra pinch, to keep the aftershocks rolling through her then turned her head to his to kiss her properly. His tongue ravaged her mouth, wanting to claim every inch of her for himself and Justin. When he pulled her bra and shirt back into place, she opened her eyes and said, “Wow. That was quite something. I haven’t come that hard in a long time.”

  He and Justin pulled her pants up then he turned her head to his face again. “If you’ll come home with us tonight, we’ll prove to you that you’ll climax even harder and better in a bed.”

  “Good girls don’t have sex on the first date,” she chanted.

  “Bad girls have a hell of a lot more fun,” Justin chanted back at her, and Nathanael smiled.

  “Possibly. But I’ll sit here in the backseat and you two can travel home in the front seat. Thank you for a lovely evening, but that’s enough for now.”

  Well, fuck. That’s not what he wanted her to say. But they’d already had more of her than he expected and they weren’t home yet.

  Nathanael respected her need for silence and kept glancing in the rearview mirror, but she wasn’t asleep. She did look thoughtful though. He hoped she was thinking carnal thoughts that would lead her to wanting more of them. Meanwhile he racked his brain to think of an excuse to see her tomorrow night. A movie? Dinner somewhere?

  They were almost back to the farm when she said, “Tell me about running as wolves. Is it something you need to do every day or every few days? Do you have to shift a lot to be happy?”

  He’d almost forgotten her asking that question and since it had arisen from Justin’s family history, he left it for Justin to answer.

  “It’s not something like eating, that a wolf has to do to survive. It’s more that the werewolf is a part of us and needs to be expressed. I guess like someone who loves to draw or paint. They aren’t going to die if they can’t express their art for a day or a week or even a month. But it’s something that makes them more balanced and content if they can do it when they want to.”

  They were still in the driveway of the farm when Nathanael got a text messag
e. He pulled out his cell phone and read, Tell Cooper re blonde. H+P. Well, damn, that was going to kill any hopes he’d had of getting close to Siyandra again tonight.

  “What is it?” asked Justin.

  “Heath and Purvis want us to tell Cooper about the blonde at the BDSM club.”

  “Can I come, too?” Siyandra’s voice was hesitant, but Nathanael jumped on her comment with delight.

  “Of course you can. You might have noticed things we didn’t because you have a fresh set of eyes.”

  Justin parked the SUV in the barn and walked into the office block from the rear door. “Does Mr. Cooper live here as well? I thought this was just offices,” said Siyandra.

  “The original house on the property, which traditionally belonged to the leader, is what has become the store, and Cooper’s family’s home is where the Senior Center is now. So he has an apartment on the top floor here, but I think he only sleeps there. He’s usually in his office.”

  “So how does he eat? Who cooks for him?” she asked.

  “All the mated women lavish meals and treats on him. I expect his refrigerator and freezer are full of delicious meals. If he wasn’t such a workaholic, he’d likely be fat,” said Justin.

  “You’re just jealous of him getting June’s brownies,” teased Nathanael.

  “Even I know June’s brownies are to die for,” said Siyandra.

  Nathanael stopped outside Okapi’s office and cautiously took a step inside. Although the light was on, it was obvious Okapi was long gone. The computer was shut down and there was no sign of any activity. He walked through Okapi’s room, Justin and Siyandra following him to Cooper’s office. As always, the leader’s door was shut but light shone underneath it. It wasn’t yet midnight so Nathanael thought there was a good chance Cooper was still working. He knocked on the door and immediately Cooper answered, “Come in.”