Matthew's Return [Wolves of Climax 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever - Serialized) (8 page)

Cassidy wasn’t used to taking control. She liked her men to conquer her, leaving her in a liquid state where all she had to worry about was absorbing pleasure. But she wasn’t going to argue. She straddled his lap, stroking his chest and abs before positioning herself over his dick. As she sank down, the relief was instantaneous. What had she become? Was this the sexual peak people warned women about once in their thirties and beyond?

“You’re tight,” he said between clenched teeth. His grip on her thighs was bruising. Was he restraining himself that much? “Go on,” he coaxed.

She braced herself on Matthew’s chest and began to rise up and down over his cock. The friction was slow and delicious. The firelight danced in his eyes, highlighting the flecks of gold within the green. He stared at her as if mesmerized. Her heart rejoiced as she envisioned Garret’s reaction to finding out Matthew was safe and sound. Daylight couldn’t come soon enough.

It amazed Matthew how quickly he could revert to his feral side. After less than a month of being imprisoned to his wolf form, it was so much more difficult holding back his aggression and sexuality.

He knew he’d been drugged, which was what kept him in a stupor for so long. His shifter DNA, along with the night of rest, aided him in detoxifying his system. The loggers had captured him and a couple other wolves, starved them in small, dank cages, and let them loose on unsuspecting hikers. The drugs combined with the hunger and predator’s instinct of the wolf drove them to attack. Metal tracking collars ensured they were found, but also made it impossible to shift forms.

By some miracle one of the new wolves had shifted before they could collar him, and he helped Matthew to remove his. The other two wolves were native and quickly returned to the woods. They’d made a break for it, vowing to meet up again once they’d reunited with their packs. The loggers must have found out of their escape within the hour, which was why he had the natural instinct to hide when he heard them, even before his mind was fully clear. He never thought he’d have a kind word to say about a Rockford wolf, but now he called one a friend.

To his pleasure he happened upon a beautiful girl wandering blindly through the woods. It was something out of a fairy tale, but who was he to argue with fate? She reeked of wolf—Gregor wolves, his pack. He needed to find them, to tell them about the threat. But the little siren was too tempting to ignore. Once isolated with her in the cave, her ripe little body called out to him. He couldn’t think of anything else. Normally he would refuse her or turn her to her knees and fuck her hard from behind, if she insisted. But Cassidy was different. She knew him and what he’d been through because apparently she’d lived her life on a parallel course. He wanted her for more than sexual release. There was so much he wanted yet to learn, and the fact he could see a future with her at all was a testament to his attraction. Commitment was something he avoided because it meant he could get hurt. But today seemed like a good day to reconsider.

Matthew refused to close his eyes as she worked his cock. She was a beauty, her dark hair fanning down over her shoulders, her pert breasts bouncing slightly each time she came down on his groin. He’d been excited when he thought she was the mate Garret chose for the pack. However, with no marking, he had serious doubts she was the one.

“I can’t…” she murmured. Her hormonal signature snapped around him, teasing his beast. If she kept mewling and begging, he’d roll her over and fuck her harder than she knew possible. “Please, I can’t.”

“Can’t what? You’re doing fine.”

She shook her head, her breathing frantic. “No, you need to do it.”

He hoisted himself up into a sit, holding her body tight to his. His cock throbbed within her, painfully engorged. “You sure you want me to take over? To fuck you?”

“Yes.”

He kissed her neck, tempted to sink his fangs into the soft flesh. But he was still a pack member, loyal to Garret. Only the alpha chose the mate for the pack, and if she carried his leader’s scent, but lacked a love bite, Garret mustn’t have chosen her.

Matthew rolled them over, but kept an arm caged beneath her. She was delicate and the floor too hard. Since when had he cared about a particular female this much? His cock was still penetrating her when he began to thrust. He quickly worked up a rapid tempo, his heart rate steadily climbing. His fangs pricked his gumline, his wolf howling within him.

“Matthew!” she cried. “Oh God, that’s so good.” His name on her lips spurred him on, made him desperate to claim her. Maybe if he talked to Garret, he could convince the alpha to mark her as theirs. He knew he had to do something. All the years he’d been with the pack, he’d never desired a female for anything more than a quick release. This girl’s blue eyes and gentle aura enticed him like never before. No wonder Garret had noticed her. Her scent was wickedly appealing, making his mouth salivate. He wondered if his weakness was a result of the drugs.

He drove his cock into her, bumping her womb, tugging her up with his arm around her back. The longer he fucked, the more he lost his wits. He tugged her head back with a handful of hair, exposed the smooth plane of her neck, so milky white.

“Cassidy, you tempt me…” But if he marked her now, he’d be cast out of his pack, forced to live with her in exile. He didn’t have the right to modify the rules passed down for generations of shifters. And he couldn’t live a solitary life again under any circumstance.

“Good.”

The little siren was unhinged, encouraging a werewolf to take more than she could give. Apparently his alpha had left her in the dark about their true identities, too. She lifted her head to nip his jawline. Her toying would be his undoing. He collected her wrists in one hand above her head, holding strong. Restraining the fragile female took no effort but enticed his dominant side. The wolf clawed to be free. He pinched her nipple with his free hand. She yelped and squirmed, her mouth parted.

He gave the same treatment to her other breast until her nipples were firm, reddened buds. Then he leaned down to soothe them with the lapping of his tongue. She arched up, seeking more. Cassidy was tough, willing to take a proper fucking.

Matthew pulled out and flipped her to her hands and knees. “You like pain, do you?” He smacked the fleshy part of her hip, the meaty sound echoing in the cave. She whined, a needy, erotic sound. His cock was nearly purple with arousal, but he had a few minutes of control at his disposal for some playtime. In less than an hour he predicted the first signs of light would shower down on the earth, filling the cave with the warm glow of morning.

He leaned down and bit her ass, not penetrating the skin like he wanted to. When she bent forward, away from him, he righted her with both hands on her hips. “You asked for it, little one, now you’re going to get it.”

Her asshole was a tight rosette, her pussy lips moist and swollen. He craved a chance to taste her, to settle in and eat her cunt at his leisure, but tonight was about sating his lust quickly. He’d soon have to search for his pack.

Matthew fondled her breasts and then trailed his hands over her back toward her ass. More spanks—
smack, smack, smack.
A deep pink glow emerged on her flesh, a marking nonetheless. It would have to do for now. He plunged his cock into her pussy, the tight grip almost undoing him instantly. Matthew rammed into her, holding back the worst of his passion. Her cries were deep and satisfied, likely spreading through half the forest.

His seed was filling to overflowing in his sac, burning for release. He pulled her hair back. “Fucking come, woman. I want to feel your pussy milk my cock before I finish.” He tugged harder, finally aiding her in exploding. She called out his name again, her pussy contracting around his dick in deep, throbbing waves. “Good girl. Fuck!” He spent his load deep inside her, feeling a sense of purpose when that connection between them was formed.
Mine.

* * * *

Patrick tracked the male deep into the woods. He shifted into his wolf form, following the scent of the naked man Cassidy had seen. If this was the elusive killer or her twisted half brother, he’d capture him and set things straight once and for all. Life in Climax had been crazy lately. He wanted everything back to the regular routine when he worked at the mine during the day and connected with his wolf by night. Well, everything the same while including Cassidy in the mix. He couldn’t get the girl off his mind, especially since his wolf met her and approved.

The human slowed and then rested, leaning against an old-growth oak while attempting to catch his breath. Patrick crept closer, not even disturbing the air. He was an excellent hunter and tracker. He’d been doing the same thing when Matthew disappeared, hunting for game, but his skills didn’t aid him in finding his friend that fateful day.

When he was a breath away from the naked human, he could pick up the scent of a Rockford wolf. He growled to warn the man, curious as to what he’d do. If he was indeed a shifter, he’d likely lose his skin as a defense. He only turned, his eyes flashing inhumanly. Only a wolf’s eyes could glow in the dark.

“I’m too tired to shift. I mean you no harm,” said the man.

Patrick had already wasted too much time in his opinion. He needed to get Cassidy to the safe house and find out the status of his pack mates. He shifted forms, not feeling a threat from the lone male.

“Why were you running?”

“I was caught in a bear trap not three days ago. I only just escaped.” He leaned over his knees to catch his breath before continuing. “Set one of your guys free, too. The operator you’ve all been looking for.”

“Matthew? He’s alive?” This revelation took him off guard. As much as he wanted to keep up the hope of finding his friend, deep down he never expected to see him again. Not after so long.

“We left together, only went our separate ways just before we hit the roadway.” He waved in the general direction they’d come from.

“Who did this? Our alpha thinks it was your pack who took Matthew.”

He shook his head. “Loggers.”

“Loggers? What on earth would they want with wolves?”

“They want the Gregor land. They figured if they put enough heat on Garret, he’d be willing to sell.”

“Hunting wolves was supposed to make him sell?”

“I didn’t have it too bad because I was just caught. I spent the last couple days recovering from my wound, so they didn’t collar me. Your boy was starved to the breaking point, until he was more wolf than man. Then he was set loose when they knew a hiker was in the woods.”

Patrick paced the area. The entire situation was fucked up. Those loggers knew Garret would never sell. They tried bribing, threatening, offering higher-than-market value—but nothing could convince his alpha. The land belonged to a long line of shifters, and he wouldn’t give it up for all the money in the world. Land equaled power for a wolf pack. But to knowingly kill off their own kind to create a media buzz? They were sick and much more of a threat than he’d ever suspected.

“I have to find Matthew, to bring him back to our alpha.”

“He can’t be too far off. Of course you’ve already chased me halfway to Washington.” The Rockford wolf chuckled, but then his mood slipped back into something somber. “Will there be war?”

Patrick scoffed. “What do you think? Once our alphas hear of this, the loggers best sleep with one eye open.” He wondered if the two rival packs would be able to band together under one common goal. He doubted it, not when the bad blood reached so deep between the Rockfords and Gregors. Right now all he wanted was to see Matthew with his own two eyes.

“I suppose. They’ve had it coming for a long time.”

Before he shifted, he asked the man why he didn’t shift when running from him.

“It’s not safe to be a wolf these days.” Then the mystery man shifted for the first time, and dashed off into the underbrush.

Patrick did the same, losing his human skin and embracing his red wolf. He had to use his tracking skills to find Cassidy and Matthew. Garret would be pleased with him, but not if harm came to either of them. So much time had passed since he took pursuit of the naked man. He’d been one-sided, forgetting about the bigger picture, even Cassidy, alone in the truck. Now he began to worry, his heart thumping in his chest as he navigated the forest, testing the air for the slightest clue.

He finally found both scents mingling together. A great wave of relief crashed over his body. They were finally within reach, almost. He followed the trail which led to a small opening in the rock face. Patrick never liked small places, reminding him of his childhood when his so-called pack would torment him as a pup. But he braved his fears and ducked low before entering the concealed opening.

* * * *

Cassidy settled into the crook of Matthew’s arm, listening to the strong beat of his heart. Being with him felt right, natural. He smelled like the earth itself, natural and musky. She inhaled deeply, savoring his heat and the intimate connection. He ran the tips of his fingers up and down her bare back, soothing her into peaceful submission. She could get used to this, used to him.

“So you have no siblings either?” she asked.

“Not that I know of.”

“I may have a brother. Well, I do, but I’ve never met him.”

“He’s important to you. I can hear it in your voice.”

She nodded, not wanting to speak further on such a sensitive subject.

“Garret, Patrick, Travis, and Evan are my family now. I’d do anything for them. They have my complete loyalty. As far as I’m concerned, blood isn’t always thicker than water.”

“I agree.” Then she thought of what Garret had told her at his cabin about adding Matthew as her fifth lover. “Do you usually do everything your leader tells you?”

“Not everything.” She felt his body tense under her slightly, so she traced the muscles on his chest to soothe him.

“What about a woman? A mate?”

“Someone’s coming,” he snapped. Matthew sat up so fast she didn’t even have time to process what was happening. One minute she was drifting off in peaceful surrender, the next she was thrust to the side as Matthew leapt to his feet. “Get to the back of the cave,” he whispered. There was genuine concern in his voice. He didn’t appear to be the type of man to cower in fear, so she believed he was trying to protect her from harm.