Rae, Beverly - Chasing Cally [Night Runner Werewolves 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Special Edition) (10 page)

Seeing William climax sent another rush of orgasms, large then small, pummeling her body. She closed her eyes, blackness threatening to overtake her.

Nick opened her from behind and eased himself inside her, making her open her eyes. His mouth parted as she captured him, enveloping him. His moan vibrated into her.

Together, Max and Nick took her, ramming into her at the same time, with the same amount of force. They were like bookends, catching her between them and holding her prisoner. Again and again they plunged into her, their fingers digging in her flesh as she held onto Ranlon, driving him to a tortuously wonderful end.

Please, don’t let this ever stop.

Yet, in the back of her mind, Cally needed to have Max alone. Max was the only one who stood out for her. He was her hero and now he was her man. She gasped, not from the delights the men gave her, but from her sudden realization.

I love him.

Nick and Ranlon came at the same time then fell away. She moved away from Max then took one look at his confused face and laughed as she fell on top of him. Gripping his chest, she dug her fingers into his skin and slipped his cock inside her. He grinned back and pumped into her.

Their gazes met, holding each of them closer than mere flesh ever could. The others left the room without a word, leaving them alone.

“Cally, stay with me.”

“I already am.”

He cupped her breasts, his eyes filled with a strange combination of tenderness and lust. “No. I mean stay with me. Now and forever.”

Her heart leapt, swelling with a joy she’d never had before. Yet instead of using her voice to answer, she leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. He wrapped his strong arms around her and together they moved, until as one, they cried their releases.

* * * *

Cally rolled over and slid her hand along Max’s arm. He lay on his side, snoring softly. She stretched, luxuriating in the joy of waking up next to him.

How long had it been since she’d stayed overnight with a man? Having sex was one thing, but staying over was another. Staying over meant there was more between them than just a wild romp in the sack.

Her thoughts drifted back to the night before. Who would’ve thought she’d take several men into bed? Although she’d had wild sex before, last night was different. She’d felt special to all the men, but especially to Max. They’d made love to her, each in their own unique way, almost as though welcoming her into an exclusive club.

She pressed the tips of her fingers to her mouth to stifle a giggle. She couldn’t help but think that her life had changed for the better.

Not wanting to wake Max—after all, he’d worked hard last night, waking her up several times to make love—she slipped from under the covers and pulled on yesterday’s shirt. Thinking of a hot shower had her tiptoeing toward the bathroom when a sound outside drew her attention to the window.

Drawing the curtains aside to peek out, she gazed down into the yard behind the house and gasped. Five wolves milled around in a circle, some with their tails wagging back and forth, a couple of them tussling in a playful fight. Most of them were black, with a golden one and a red one standing out from the crowd.

Why are they by the house? What would a pack of wolves want here? Do wolves attack people in their homes?
Brittany
. Oh, my God, please don’t let her be outside.

She scanned the yard, her pulse racing. Thankfully, no one else was around. Her stomach rolled over as she pulled the curtains wider to get a better look. “Hell’s bells. Where did they come from?”

At that moment, a large black wolf lifted his head and stared straight at her. His amber eyes narrowed and he swished his tail.

“Max! Wake up, Max. Hurry!”

Max mumbled under his breath, then fell back asleep and started snoring again. She spun away from the window, launching herself on top of the slumbering man.

“Max, get up!”

“Hey! What the hell?” He squinted at her, his eyes dazed with sleep.

She threw off the bed covers, her mind registering his erect and ready shaft, then tugged on his arm. “You have to see this. A pack of wolves is right outside in the yard. Come on. We have to warn everyone. Especially
Lena
and
Brittany
.”

He narrowed his eyes, reminding her of the way the black wolf had looked at her. “Slow down and keep your head. You say a pack of wolves is outside?”

“Yes. Move it.” She hopped off the bed, pulling on his arm and taking him along with her.

“Hang on, hang on.”

“We have to hurry.” She made it to the window and flung the curtains wider.

The yard was empty.

Pressing her nose to the windowpane, she searched as far as she could see but saw nothing.

“Baby, are you sure you weren’t dreaming?”

She glared at him. “I was wide awake.”

He slipped an arm around her and leaned his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t see anything. Much less a pack of wolves.”

“They were out there, I swear it. A black one, a golden one, and a red one.”

“A red wolf? They aren’t usually in these parts since they were almost wiped out. There’s some in
North Carolina
, but here?” He held up his hands, palms out. “Okay, okay. Don’t get your dander up. I’m just saying.”

“And I’m just saying I know what I saw and I saw a pack of wolves. Whether you believe me or not, we have to warn the others.”

Max released her and stood gazing out at the yard. “Well, they’re gone now. I don’t see any reason to get everyone stirred up, but I’ll mention it when I head downstairs.”

She let him turn her around and pull her into his arms. She was sure what she’d seen wasn’t a dream, but since the animals were gone, she’d go along with his suggestion.

“Unless, of course, you’d rather I join you in a shower.” His eyes sparkled with a lustful gleam, one she found hard to resist. “Wait until you get a load of what that showerhead can do.”

“Any other time, I would. But could you please go and tell everyone? I’ll get cleaned up and come down as fast as I can.” She shot him a pointed look. “You know. In case they don’t believe you.”

He ran a hand over his face. “I’m going to pay for not believing you right away, aren’t I?”

Although still irritated, she couldn’t stay angry at him for long. “Not if you go and warn them for me.”

He skimmed his lips over hers, the kiss soon growing harder, more urgent. He nibbled on her lower lip, sending flashes of desire blazing through her. Uttering a groan, he broke away. “I’d better leave now or I’ll keep you in this room for the rest of the day.”

She didn’t have to say anything. He caught the agreement in her eyes.

“Yeah, I know. Sounds good and I promise we’ll do that one day. But today, I have to take care of work.” He kissed her again, this time breaking apart sooner. With a low growl, he turned and strode toward the door.

* * * *

“Did you see them?”

Sara turned away from the kitchen window, and for a moment, Cally thought she saw her expression change, closing up as though hiding her thoughts.

“See who?” Sara ran a wet cloth over the counter, her gaze dropping.

“The wolves.”

Sara sighed and leaned against the counter. “Max told us you’d seen a pack outside.”

She had to ask, had to know where she stood. “You believe me, don’t you?”

Sara’s expression morphed again to a look of understanding. “Of course I do. Why would you make it up?” She started cleaning again. “I’ve seen a wolf or two at times, mainly at night. But never a pack and never in the morning. But that doesn’t mean it can’t happen.”

“Where are Max and the other men?” Cally’s gaze drifted to the empty yard. “Did they go outside to check the area?”

“They had their business to attend to, but I’m sure they gave the yard a once-over. Your wolves are probably long gone by now.”

My
wolves?

“Did the boys make you feel welcomed last night?”

Cally hesitated, thrown by the abrupt change in the conversation. “The bed was very…comfortable.”

“I’m glad.” Sara motioned for Cally to take a chair at the large round kitchen table and poured her a cup of coffee. “Sugar or milk?”

“No, thanks. Black is good.” Nerves still rattled, she glanced out the window one last time just to make sure.

“So you slept well?”

Had Sara put more emphasis on the word
slept
? Or was her imagination making her hear what wasn’t really there? “Yes, thanks.”

Change the subject.

“Are
Lena
and
Brittany
awake yet?”

“Not yet. I don’t expect to see them up and around until
noon
. I’m surprised you’re already up. What with the night you had.”

Cally inhaled a sharp breath. Did she know what had taken place?

Sara moved with the ease of a woman in command of her kitchen. She set the cup in front of Cally and gave her a quick smile. “The boys usually fend for themselves for breakfast, but I’d be happy to whip up some eggs and toast, if you’re hungry.”

She longed to ask Sara how she came into a house of men, but didn’t want to overstep. Still, after last night, she couldn’t resist. “I hope you don’t think I’m sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong, but can I ask? How did you come to live here? Are you a relative?”

Sara sat in the chair across from her and warmed her hands on her mug. “You want to know how I ended up living in a house full of men, right?”

She was perceptive as well as beautiful. Her chestnut hair glistened under the morning sunlight streaming through the window and her brown eyes sparkled with a happy gleam.

“I’m not very subtle, am I?”

Sara’s light laugh fit the sunny room. “You might say I’m related to all the men. But Michael and I have a special relationship.”

Cally almost choked on her coffee. Michael and Sara? But he hadn’t said anything to her last night. If she’d known…She paused and reflected, keeping her focus on her mug. “I didn’t know about you and Michael.”

“How could you have known? It was late when you arrived and we didn’t have time to talk.” She tipped her head, catching Cally’s attention. “Whatever happened is okay. Trust me.”

“Then you know?”

“Of course I know. Michael told me. There aren’t any secrets between us.”

She knows and she’s fine with what happened.
Wow.
Relieved, Cally still couldn’t help but feel a little sheepish. “It all just seems so…”

“Sinful?” Sara took a sip of her coffee.

“Decadent is more like it.” Should she tell the truth? “And exciting.”

“Girl, you have no idea how exciting it can get around here.” She reached for one of the sugar packets sitting in a bowl, tore it open, and poured it into her coffee. “Tell me. What do you think about Max?”

Cally couldn’t look at her, not before she sorted out the right words. “I like him.”

“You like him?”

Would Sara believe she had stronger feelings for him after what had taken place last night? “Yeah, I do.”

“A lot?”

She squirmed in her seat. But then she couldn’t think of any way to avoid the question. Instead, she met Sara’s gaze straight on and told her the truth. “I like Max more than I’ve ever liked any man. I like him a lot. You could say I more than like him.”

“I’m glad. He’s a good man. They all are. But he’s the best man for you. Just like Michael’s the best one for me.”

Her gut clenched and she had to ask. She’d never gotten involved with another woman’s man, and if Max hadn’t allowed it, she wouldn’t have let Michael in her bed. “God, Sara, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I know you said it’s okay, but…”

Sara reached out to cover her hand. “Don’t worry. Michael in your bed…Well, if I was with any other man, I’d say he cheated on me. But these men are different, special. A woman has to make the decision to accept things the way they are, the way they’ve always been with their kind. Besides, he only came to your bed because he needed to.” She stood and poured herself another cup. “Has Max talked to you about us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah, I guess he hasn’t. Then I don’t want to say anything more. It’s Max’s place to tell you. But know this. If you can accept him for who and what he is, then you’ll gain more than you can ever imagine.”

Cally studied Sara, not as a competitor, but as a possible friend. Perhaps even a sister. Questions buzzed in her head and she struggled to put them into words. But it was the pounding on the front door that broke the silence between them.

“Lena Horton, this is your husband. I ain’t gonna stand by no more and let you stay in a house with a bunch of men. Especially not with these fuckin’ animals.”

Cally jumped to her feet. “Hell’s bells. It’s Carl.”

Chapter Six

Sara rushed through the living room to a window and peeked through the blinds. “Looks like Carl’s managed to find a few friends to help him out.”