Rebecca's Wolves (Wolf Masters Book 6) (7 page)

“Good. He needs more, though. He lost a lot of blood.”

Rebecca nodded.

Miles opened the jar and reached in with two fingers to pull out a glob of the substance.

Rebecca didn’t want to know what it was. It looked like peanut butter. Probably some ancient family remedy.

And then he was finished. He wrapped the wound in clean gauze and wiped his hands on a disinfectant wipe. “When was the last time you ate, love?”

She swallowed hard. The man was so intense. She had the sensation they’d known each other for years. Decades. The way he looked at her with his brow furrowed in concern was daunting. “Lunch,” she murmured.

“Do you have anything in your pack you could eat?”

She nodded. Why was he so concerned with her? What about the others?

“Good. Get it. You’ll need the energy to stay warm. And put on everything you brought. Jacket. Pants.” He nodded at her bare legs.

It hadn’t occurred to her she should be cold by now. Her skin looked so pale in the waning light surrounded by dark fur.

Miles reached forward with one hand and set it on her shin. His skin tone was so much darker than hers. “You have goose bumps, love.”

Someone handed Miles her backpack. Sharon.

Rebecca lifted her gaze to find her friend staring down at her in concern. “I’ll be fine. Why is everyone so worried about me?”

Sharon kneeled on the ground next to Miles. “Because we can all shift and stay warm. You can’t. We can also go for longer without eating.”

“Oh.” They were all going to shift? The idea made her nervous. The thought of cuddling up for the night with a pack of wolves sounded terrifying and lonely.

As though he’d read her mind, Miles spoke again. “I’ll stay with you, love.”

She knew he meant unshifted. Should she be grateful? If she were to lie alongside his huge warm body, there would be no way she could control her physical response to him. Just pondering the idea made her pussy grow wet.

Miles smirked and dipped his head to rummage through her pack. He pulled out the legs to her shorts first and handed them to her. “Zip these on.”

Reluctantly, she released her grip on Griffen and tugged the bottom half of her pants over her hiking boots, zipping them to her shorts when they were in place.

Next he handed her a protein bar. She never went anywhere without a stash of them.

Griffen’s chest rose and fell next to her. She opened the wrapper and took a bite, but it was difficult to chew and swallow. Food she normally enjoyed didn’t taste right. Her nerves had taken over her body. Her hands shook more violently now, and not from the cold she was suddenly aware of, but from the stress of the afternoon all crashing in at once.

Miles came around behind her and took her arm, helping her into her jacket. She switched the protein bar to her other hand to aid in the process.

When he finished, he reached around her from both sides and zipped her up.

She lifted her face to him as he circled back to her pack. “Are you going to put some clothes on?” She tried to sound nonchalant, but if the man didn’t cover himself soon, she would have a stroke. His damn cock bobbed in front of him every time he moved.

She’d seen every sort of human body part in every length and girth as a nurse, too many to count, but his was larger than any she’d had the pleasure to meet before, and consistently erect.

“If you wish.” He chuckled again as he grabbed his jeans and shrugged into them.

She wasn’t sure that look was better. The way the worn denim hugged his body perfectly, hanging loosely around his hips, made her lick her lips. He zipped them but didn’t bother to button them, so the trail of hair to his cock was there like an arrow, beckoning her to continue to stare. He seemed totally unaffected by the colder air.

Rebecca closed her eyes and moaned. She didn’t mean to. It just happened. Seconds later, Miles leaned over Griffen and gripped the back of her neck with his enormous hand. “Please don’t do that, love. I can’t take it.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes going wide.
Moan?

When he released her, his hand trailed across her cheek and down her arm. “Eat.” He nodded at the bar hanging loosely in her hand, forgotten.

Miles went back to perusing the contents of her bag. She should have felt an invasion of privacy. Something. Anything. But somehow the feeling didn’t materialize. Instead she had the sense she was his responsibility to care for, and that included ensuring she had everything she needed. “Oh good, you carry a Mylar blanket. Good girl.”

She took another bite. Did he think she was an idiot? Nobody hiked as often or as far as she did without carrying a blanket. Anything could happen on a hike.

And it had.

Griffen’s brothers moved around the group, gathering their belongings and piling them next to the stone where Griffen lay.

Trace asked the question Rebecca was thinking. “You going to stay human, Miles?”

“Yes. One of us should. It should be me.”

“Of course.” He set a hand on Miles’ shoulder. “Let me know if you need to switch.”

“Not going to happen, brother. But thanks.”

Again, Rebecca felt like she wasn’t privy to the meaning of their words. She didn’t have the energy to ask questions, though. She finished her protein bar.

Miles reached for the wrapper as though he were so in tune with her every move he anticipated the exact moment she would hand off the trash. He handed her a bottle of water next. “Drink,” he commanded. “All of it.”

Jeez
.

While she watched, he stood and took a few long strides to the edge of the path. He grabbed a pile of brush and spread it out on the ground next to the large rock about a foot beneath Griffen. He repeated the action several times and then took the jackets Trace handed him and made a sort of makeshift bed out of the soft brush.

Rebecca caught on to his plan quickly.

“Help me move Griffen to the ground here,” Miles said toward Griffen’s brothers. “We’ll be more protected from the wind and trap our woman between us.”

Our woman?

Rebecca flinched. He used the strangest words sometimes.

Zachary and Logan helped ease Griffen off the ledge and onto the ground against the rock.

Miles grabbed another bottle of water, and Griffen lifted his head to drink it greedily from Miles’ cupped hand.

“Okay. Ready, love?”

Ready for what?

He nodded to the bed of brush and jackets. “You’re shaking. Let’s get you warm.”

She pulled herself to standing where she still sat on the rock above them. Her legs shook from sitting so long. And she had another problem. “I need to, um, pee.” She nodded toward the thick trees. “Can I have the flashlight?”

Miles stood, grabbing the light and reaching for her hand. “I’ll take you.”

“Uh…”
No fucking way
.

He smirked. “Everyone pees. I’m familiar with the process. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you wander away alone.”

He had a point, but still.

Reluctantly, she took his hand and followed him into the brush several yards.

The others were so quiet. Why? Even Sharon had hardly spoken since Miles arrived.

When Miles was satisfied with their location, he stopped. “Here is good.”

She lifted her gaze to him. Could she do this? Jesus. “At least turn around.”

He narrowed his gaze, glanced around, and then consented with a huff and a scowl.

While his back was to her, Rebecca quickly did her business and righted herself before he could change his mind and decide to watch. “Okay. Done.”

He led her back to Griffen with a hold on her arm. “Lie down against Griffen’s side. His body heat will help significantly.”

She did as she was told, noticing the others had all shifted while she was away and were curling up in a circle around them. One of them stood staring around into the night. On watch?

Miles turned to speak to the standing wolf. Perhaps Trace. “I’m only concerned with bears. And you know there’s little chance of that with so many of us in a pack here. So don’t stress yourself out. We’ll smell one before he has a chance to get too close.”

The wolf nodded. She was pretty sure it was Trace.

The next thing she knew, Miles lay down along her other side. He shook out the Mylar blanket and tucked them both under it. Some of it even reached over Griffen.

In seconds, Rebecca was snuggled tightly between the burly Miles and the furry Griffen. There was no way she would get cold. Not a chance.

In fact, her blood seemed to be boiling.

Miles moaned. “Turn around, love. Face Griffen instead.”

She flipped to her other side. Good, because Miles’ breath landing on her face was too warm, smelled too good. And her nipples strained against her bra under the layers.

Nope. This new position didn’t help at all.

Now she was tucked with her back against his bare chest. He had one arm under her head as a pillow and the other tossed over her center, holding her tight against him.

Why was he so hot? The temperature was falling rapidly, but Miles was unaffected. He was like a welcome oven against her.

Except his cock pressed against her rear, nestling perfectly between her cheeks. And his breath still blew across her neck to reach her nose. He smelled of the outdoors and whatever body soap he used that morning. The warmth from his lips tickled her neck.

When he set his lips on the skin behind her ear, she stiffened. He didn’t act like he noticed. “What’s your name, love?”

She almost giggled. After everything they’d done together for the last hour or so, she hadn’t even introduced herself. No wonder he kept calling her
love
. “Rebecca.”

“Rebecca.” He tried it out on his tongue. “Beautiful.” His hand tightened around her further.

Griffen growled next to her and set a paw on her arm. He stroked her skin, bringing out a chill.

She had definitely slipped into another dimension. She would swear this huge man and this wolf were fighting for her affections.

She had news for them. She had no plans in the near future to date any wolf, no matter how sexy he was…or how wet her pussy was with them pressed against her.

Stifling. In a moment she feared she would combust. She would not be cold. That was for sure.

“Stop squirming,” Miles muttered against her ear. “You’re killing me.”

She stiffened, holding her breath. Did he really just say that?

He tucked his hand under her breast, burrowing his fingers under the side. His thumb grazed idly across her chest. When he stroked over her nipple through the layers of clothing, she shuddered. Her pussy flooded. Need consumed her for this man she didn’t know anything about.

She wiggled to put some distance between them.

Miles was relentless. He didn’t let her go. In fact, his thumb pressed into her nipple as he held her tighter. “Rebecca, love, stop moving. Relax. Sleep.” His lips stroked across her ear and then her neck, nibbling her skin.

She couldn’t breathe. She’d never been so aroused. Not even naked in the heat of the moment with any man in her past. Way in her past, but still.

Griffen nuzzled in closer also. Did he not realize his friend completely surrounded her, fondling her, driving her crazy with need?

Tiny sounds filled the air between them. Rebecca was mortified when she realized they came from her. She squirmed again. Her pussy throbbed.

Miles released her breast and smoothed his huge hand down to her belly. He spread his fingers wide and held her firm. “Rebecca…” the word slipped out on a breath before he continued. “I know, love. Please, try to sleep before I do things to you better saved for another time and place—things that will make Griffen clamp his jaw down on me.”

Rebecca couldn’t believe what he said to her. And right in front of Griffen. “Miles…” His name sounded more like a plea.

“Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Sleep.” His fingers stroked lower, almost reaching her pussy. “God almighty, you’re hot.” And then he stiffened and seemed to force himself to keep from reaching any farther between her legs.

If she lived through this night, it would be a miracle.

Miles couldn’t believe the predicament he was in. This soft breath of a woman, a human at that, currently squirming her sexy ass against his cock, was his.

Well, his and Griffen’s.

And what the hell was that all about? Three of them?

It wasn’t unheard of, but he hadn’t personally known anyone to mate with two others.

No wonder something had felt incomplete since the moment he met her. He wasn’t meant to mate her alone. Fate knew what She was doing.

Jesus. Her skin was so white. And her long gorgeous auburn hair made him want to undo the braids and watch it cascade over her naked body. The vision drove his cock to stiffen further, as if that were possible.

When she licked her lips throughout the evening, he nearly came in his pants. Or simply into the night air before he’d put his jeans on.

He knew it made her uncomfortable seeing him naked, hovering in front of her, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to cover his body. He liked the way she looked at him. And she was welcome to get her fill any time she wanted for the rest of their lives.

He wondered if she looked at Griffen the same way before Miles arrived. Had she seen him naked? He knew they hadn’t had sex. He would have smelled it on both of them. But what had they done?

Suddenly Griffen slipped into his mind, shocking Miles.
“If you don’t stop fondling her, I’m going to clamp my jaw on your arm and draw blood, like you suggested.”

How the hell was Griffen able to communicate with Miles in human form?
“Griffen?”

“Yep.”

“How the hell…?”

“Guess it’s the mating.”

“Shit. We must already be connecting. This is crazy. I’ve never met anyone who shared a mate like this. Have you?”
Miles asked.

“Yes. My cousins in Oregon. On my dad’s side. There are four sons. If I remember correctly, they all share their mate with another man. It’s been years since I’ve seen them. Long before any of them mated. Dad will know the details.”