Her Hungers by Mary Winter
erotic, m/f/m menage (vampire/werewolf)
length: long novel
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Lilah knew werewolves. Growing up as a human in the Northwoods Pack territory, Lilah also knew Roarke Connelly. But a human would never be good enough to love a werewolf, and broken-hearted, Lilah left the Northwoods vowing never to come back.

 And she kept her promise, until a vampire turned her and she needed, one more time, to see her home. A brutal attack there left her wounded and infected with lycanthropy. She became a werepyre, both vampire and werewolf and hated by both species.

 Under the protection of Adrian Fitzreal, brother to the vampire who turned her, Lilah knows he’ll never be the Alpha, her wolf, and she, craves. But she accepts, because with Adrian’s help, she’s staying alive, which is all a werepyre can ask for.

 Until Roarke shows up. He’s got trouble at home. A rogue group of werewolves known as the Dark Moon Dogs wants to take over his pack. But when he finds out Lilah was attacked in his territory, he goes to find out why.

 And discovers that she’s no longer the teenage girl who hero-worshipped him. She’s a grown woman, with a woman’s needs and two beasts raging inside her. And right now, they hunger for her Alpha, and for her vampire.

 Warning: This book contains scenes of M/F/M sex and sex while in shifted form.

 

EXCERPT:

Roarke watched Lilah rise to her feet. She paused long enough to tell Adrian to stay there, no sense in him endangering himself to look at already dead men, and although he grumbled, he remained seated. Roarke bristled at the thought of her stepping out there, but it was her home, and she’d already defeated one attack today. If he expected to protect Lilah, he knew he’d have to work with her.

Her long, mahogany brown hair hung in a ponytail that hit the middle of her back. Slim shoulders with creamy white skin revealed by the thin straps of her shirt. Her body was curved, muscled like a warrior’s. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with her scent. He still smelled Adrian, and the wolf in him growled at the smell of another man on her skin. Floral, warm, sunlight, all those things he needed in his life, because since the Dark Moon Dogs had made their presence known and split his pack, he’d lived far too long in the dark.

His gaze trailed down her spine to the curve of her hips. His palms itched to cup her ass and haul her against his body, let her feel the pulse of his cock against her skin. In his jeans, his shaft hardened, balls drawn tight against his body, painfully tight.

She stopped so quickly that he nearly ran into her. He steadied himself with a hand on her shoulder. Sparks leapt from her skin into his, and deep inside, his wolf threw back its head and howled. His. She belonged to him; he knew it in his bones, though he’d never said anything, never done anything to claim her. He’d rectify that as soon as possible.

Roarke knelt by the corpse, noting the bite marks too carnivorous to be a vampire. He glanced at Lilah, but the last he knew she was human. She didn’t fight human or smell human, but whatever she was, probably couldn’t have made these teeth marks. Blood dripped down one arm, nearly obscuring a dark tattoo. He looked up at her, noticing that Lilah looked as sexy from this angle as she did from the back. With her arms crossed beneath her chest, plumping her breasts, she scowled at him.

“Do you have a rag or something? I want a better look at this tattoo.”

She shrugged and said nothing as she turned away and hurried into the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a towel and tossed it at him. “What do you see?”

He wiped away the blood, revealing a tattoo of a full moon nearly obscured by a cloud. Beneath it, a rangy mutt trotted along, tail in the air.

The Dark Moon Dogs.

“What is it?” Lilah asked again, more determined this time.

He schooled his face into an emotionless mask. “He’s werewolf. I hope you killed them all.”

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A chill snaked down Lilah’s spine. To hear Roarke sound so casual about killing made her wonder if she’d guessed wrong about him. Where had the Boy Scout, the man who did only good deeds go? At one time, she’d called him the Dudley Do Right of the werewolf pack, and at one time she would have been right in doing so. Not now, not with his cold, hard expressionless face. Deep in his eyes, she saw the glint of bloodlust.

The corpse lay at her feet like so much carrion. “One got away.” She didn’t add she wanted to kill him, that the only thing that had held her back was some kind of loyalty to Adrian. He hadn’t proved himself strong enough to lead her, and yet, she’d followed his directions. Her capitulation would lead to another attack on her life.

Questions filled Roarke’s gaze. He knew she was uninjured, had seen most of her bare skin. If he wondered why, how, the man escaped, he said nothing. “They’re part of a pack, the Dark Moon Dogs. They’ve been encroaching on Northwoods territory and even took a couple of my pack members away from me. I’ve heard from others that they’re doing the same in other places. They’re a threat to the werewolves, one the Luna Guard hasn’t been able to thwart.”

“Let me see that.” Lilah knelt beside him. His warm, spicy scent filled her nose, almost obliterating the scent of rotting carrion that emanated from the dead wolf. She’d thought her attackers were only after her. She didn’t realize they posed a bigger threat, until now. The Immortal Council. The Luna Guards. How many more groups did she have hunting her? She examined the tattoo and realized she’d seen it other places.

“He’ll have a matching one on his calf.”

Roarke nodded and started to peel back the man’s blood and excrement soaked jeans. “You’ve seen them before.”

“Yeah.” From the other room she heard Adrian start to emerge, felt him pause as he took in the length of the sunbeams reaching across the floor.

“You might want to be careful,” Roarke said, gesturing to the shaft of light perilously close to her.

Lilah nodded, not alluding to the fact her werewolf blood gave her the powers to walk in the light. She glanced at Adrian. “We’ve got it covered out here. Why don’t you rest?”

He shrugged, cast a disgusted glance at Roarke, then back at her, before turning and going into the bedroom.

“You always order him around?”