Her Wanted Wolf (33 page)

“I’m not the one who’s being bad.”

“Bad being the operative word, you are bad. You make me want you all the
time.” She frowned at him. The disgruntlement on her face elicited a laugh from
him. “We should be more decorous.”

She was a conundrum. Sabine could be wickedly wanton in his arms, willing
to try anything new. Yet, she had an odd sense of propriety quite alien to the
werekin’s innate sensuality and lack of modesty. Her resistance never lasted
long. He loved to arouse her to the point where nothing else mattered but how
they made each other feel.

“Still shy, after all you’ve seen and experienced?”

“Hardly. I seem to have lost my inhibitions and it’s all your fault.” The
accusation belied the sensual warmth glowing from her eyes.

“Glad to have been of assistance. Admit you want me.”

“Whatever for? We are mated. I’ve got you whether I want you or not.” She
infused her words with a studied lack of enthusiasm. Her eyes however told him
another story; they were warm and filled with humor. She brushed back the hair
from his face.

“Now see what you’ve done?”

“What have I done?” Her brow flew up, her expression a mixture of
confusion and exasperation.

“Challenged me. I simply must get you to confess that you want me. It’s a
matter of pride.”

Sabine clamped her lips shut, the glint in her eyes daring him.

“I can make you talk.”

“How? You’ve done your worst. There is nothing else you can do to me.”

“Worst? I’ll have to give you my best then, won’t I?” He gathered her up
in his arms and rolled them off the rocky ledge.

Sabine yelped as they hit the icy water.

He wanted to play. She’d had so little of it, having the responsibilities
of her pack thrust on her early.

They surfaced and the sight of her pretty breasts bobbing in the water
distracted him and all thoughts of fun shifted to the carnal. Sabine’s tits
bobbed in the water, teasing him to take a taste.

Her eyes narrowed. “What are you thinking now?”

He pulled her into his arms. “That you look a little chilly and as your
mate it’s my duty to warm you up.” He brushed his fingertips over her rosy
nipple.

Sabine shivered and arched against him. A soft sound, a sigh mixed with a
moan escaped from her lips, as provoking as a caress.

Heck, he wondered if she was comfortable enough with her sexuality to
make love in front of others yet. He wanted nothing more at his moment than to
sink his cock into Sabine’s welcoming sheath.

Thunder from a rapidly approaching storm rumbled overhead. The sharp
scent of ozone filled the air and bright white branches of light stabbed across
the darkening sky.

Shit, sudden spring storms were dangerous. The last thing he needed was
to be struck by lightning. They had to seek shelter.

“Come on.” He hustled Sabine out of the water. The other weres scrambled
over the slippery rocks into the safety of the caves behind the pounding water.

“The weather up here is very unpredictable.” Sabine looked up at the boom
as discordant whip-like cracks reverberated overhead.

“That’s the Rockies for you.” He guided her farther into the caves and
started to rummage through the moisture-proof bags, stocked with food and
sleeping bags in case they wanted to spend the night in the hills.

Drew tossed Sabine a blanket. “Dry off with this.”

“Where did all this come from?”

“Call us wannabe boy scouts, but we have caches of clothing and food
stashed all over the forest. This camp is better stocked than most because we
take the kids up here for a couple of weeks during the summer to run wild.”

Picking through the supplies, he tossed tins of stew and corned beef into
a small pile. He left the beans in the bag. No way was he allowing anybody to
eat beans in this confined space. His eyes lit on the cans of peaches in thick
syrup, and there was even dessert.

“We’re going to have a real gully washer coming down out there.” A
dripping wet Rafe ambled over to join them with Ishbel a few steps behind him.
Sabine passed the slightly damp blanket to her sister, who took it and started
to dry her face with one end.

Rafe caught the other end and wiped the water off his chest. Ishbel
tugged at the cloth, but Rafe jerked at the unintentional tether between them
and she stumbled against him. She shot him a glare filled with promised
retribution, which he responded to with an unrepentant grin. The incendiary
heat humming between the pair was thick with animosity and sexual tension.

Sabine let a heavy sigh and shook her head. The faint scent of her
concern and her impatience at her usually cool-headed sister filtered through
the air.

Drew’s head snapped up, interpreted the state of affairs between his
primo and Ishbel and snapped harshly. “Cut it out, you two.”

Rafe released the cloth when Ishbel gave it a hard yank. He stooped to
peer into a container of supplies. “Tell me someone replaced the flour. I have
a yen for fresh biscuits.”

Drew tossed Rafe sealed packages of Bisquick and several soot-blackened
pans. “Here you go, Betty Crocker, knock yourself out. Someone start a fire.”

The other weres busied themselves, unwrapping dry wood from a tarp and
unbagging coal to start a fire in a corner well away from the blowing rain.
Others shook out sleeping bags and laid them on the ground to set up the camp
in matter of minutes.

“I hate canned food.” Sabine looked disdainfully at the mound of cans.

“I know babe. We intended to hunt rabbits, but it’s late. Between the
stew and Rafe’s hockey puck biscuits you won’t go hungry.”

“Hey, my biscuits are light as feathers,” Rafe protested, shaping floury
rounds onto pans with deft skill.

“In your dreams, pal.” Drew grinned as Rafe set the container on a bed of
coals, covered it with a sheet pan, and shoveled more smoldering briquettes
over it to create a makeshift oven.

“Gimme those peaches, and I’ll whip up dessert.”

Drew passed the canned fruit to Rafe. “Save some of the juice. I have plans
for it.”

He watched Rafe’s brows rise in surprise, before his primo’s eyes shifted
to Sabine, and a grin spread across his primo’s face.

“Dessert?” Sabine perked up at the mention of something sweet.

“Yeah, he’s making a peach cobbler, of a sort.”

Drew watched Rafe dump the fruit into a pan, topped it with batter from
the ready-made mix, and repeated the process he used with the biscuits.

It didn’t take long for the food to be ready and they dug into their
supper as they watched the rain sheet down in a relentless deluge. The sky
darkened into a gloomy navy and grey, broken intermittently by flashes of
light.

Night fell swiftly as it did in the hills. They tidied camp, bagging the
tins in sacks to take down for recycling and rinsed out the pans. The weary
weres settled on the sleeping bags, listening to the hypnotic beat of water
falling over rocks. They lolled on their pallets, enjoying the heat given off
by the dying fire.

Ishbel let out a sleepy satisfied groan. She raised her arms over her
head, laced her fingers together and stretched. Her breasts rose prominently,
plump and lush, drawing the attention of every male were occupying the cave.
Deliberately, Ishbel got up on all fours, with her butt facing Rafe. She
reached over to Dran, the young were lounging beside her, placed her finger
under his chin and snapped his mouth shut. Flashing him a come-get-me-big-boy
grin, she leaned in and nipped his bottom lip.

“Oh no,” Sabine murmured under her breath. “Ishbel!” she hissed
warningly.

“What?” The feigned puzzlement in her question belied the mischief in
Ishbel’s eyes. Ignoring her sister, she crawled over and straddled the were’s
lap. Dran’s cock sprang to life and rose like a flagpole between their bodies.

The mood within their shelter changed, from a lazy salubriousness, to an
anticipatory eroticism. It didn’t take much for a were to get aroused, and
Ishbel tossed gasoline on that banked fire. The musky odor of the male were’s
burgeoning arousal sifted over them, mingling with the sweet tanginess the
she-wolves emanated through the small cave.

Rafe got up in his knees and growled threateningly at the mesmerized Dran
basking in Ishbel’s attentions. However, the easygoing Dran gave him a goofy
smile and a helpless shrug.

“Drew, where’s the peach syrup?” Rafe demanded, with a wicked gleam in
his eyes.

Well hell, if it was going to be that kind of night, his little mate was
going to get an eyeful. Rafe was going to exact his revenge on Ishbel. She’d
teased and taunted his primo all week, swishing her tail over Rafe’s muzzle
every chance she got.

Drew handed over the can with the reserved liquid. Rafe knelt behind
Ishbel and gave a quick nod to Dran.

Conditioned to obey his pack’s primo, Dran read the signal and secured
Ishbel’s arms. Sabine tensed to lunge to her sister’s defense, but Drew held
her back, pulling her between his legs.

“Shhh. Shhh. Relax, they won’t hurt her. Prepare for a new experience. I
think you’re going to like watching this,” Drew whispered against her ear. He fixed
his mouth on her neck and felt her relax against him.

Ishbel let out an outraged shriek when Rafe pushed her hair out of the
way and poured the syrup down the side of her neck. The viscous fluid slid down
her torso and back. It clung to her breasts, making the mounds glisten like
dew-wet fruit, ready for the picking.

In unison, Rafe and Dran fastened their lips to Ishbel’s neck, and she
stiffened, rejection in every line of her body. The men’s jaws moved, suckling
on her flesh, before they lapped their way down her body. Their tongues licked
off the peachy nectar in long slow swipes. With each lave, Ishbel’s breath
hitched in her throat, and the scent of her arousal rose.

Dran covered Ishbel’s pert nipple with his mouth and suckled greedily. He
let her wrists go and ran his hands over her flanks.

Rafe reached down to the cleft between Ishbel’s thighs and caressed her
until she arched back into him. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times,
but she didn’t or couldn’t utter a word.

Drew didn’t know how many fingers Rafe sank into her, but Ishbel folded
like an accordion and wrapped her arms around Dran. She writhed between the two
men, until Rafe removed slick fingers, lifted her, and spun her around to face
him.

Soft sighs, persuasive murmurs, and demanding grunts filtered around the
cave. The commingled, telling fragrances exuded by the watching weres told Drew
he wasn’t the only one affected. His arms tightened around Sabine. She pressed
against him, her skin damp under his palms. The sweet siren call of her throaty
mewls mixed with the elevated breathing of the aroused werekin, creating a sexy
sonata.

Rafe’s face was a harsh mask in the dim light shed by the fire, his breath
huffed out in harsh pants. Rafe pushed Ishbel back against Dran, hiked up her
hips, and wedged the head of his cock against her pussy. The plump folds
embraced the bulbous crown of Rafe’s straining cock for all to see. The
combative pair froze in position, like two gladiators on the verge of battle.
It would swing either way, a sexy romp or Ishbel could cut it all short.

Drew slid his hands up Sabine’s torso and cupped her breasts. Straddled
across his lap, she fell back on him. She boldly slipped her hand between his
thighs and cupped his balls.

Transfixed, they all watched with voyeuristic pleasure, feeding off the
sheer eroticism of the trio’s love play, waiting for what would happen next.

“Do you want this?” Rafe bit out, his eyes fixed on Ishbel’s face.

Ishbel kept her lips stubbornly shut, though she flexed her hips easing
Rafe’s cock-head down to where she wanted it.

In retaliation, Rafe eased forward, enough to separate the snug bands of
muscles at the mouth of her sheath, but not enough to enter her fully. He gave
her a toothy wolfish grin and Ishbel responded with a tight-lipped sneer.

Drew’s cock hardened into a rigid bar and bulged against Sabine’s butt.
He cupped one of her breasts and tweaked the nipple. She tilted her head to the
side, inviting him to taste, and he clamped his mouth over the sweet spot on
her shoulder.

“What are you two waiting for? One of you to blink? Because from where
I’m lying, there is just no fun in holding back.” Dex, the were he’d paired
with Tija, taunted from the sidelines.

Her voice, uncharacteristically husky, Ishbel acceded, “Fine, I want it…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Rafe thrust his hips forward, and buried
the upper half of his cock in Ishbel. He eased in and out of her, using his
thigh to lever her up and down.

“Can you take more?” Rafe challenged.

“I can take anything and everything you can throw at me,” Ishbel shot
back.

“Then I’ll toss everything I’ve got at you, and when you howl for more,
I’ll give it to you again.” Rafe caught her mouth in a kiss and hooked Ishbel’s
thighs over his arms, opening her up more for him. Then he planted himself
deep. The shift in position spread her wide in the back.

Rafe looked deliberately at Dran and tilted his head in the direction of
Ishbel’s butt. Dran dampened his fingers with spit and caressed her anus,
before he slid his shaft into her in slow, short increments.

Sabine tensed and whimpered in Drew’s arms. She turned and looked at him,
uncertainty in her eyes.

“Relax honey, they will give her nothing but pleasure.” He flicked his
tongue over her lips. “Look around you.”

He directed her head to look beyond the trio.

Ala and Tija were locked in an embrace, and to his surprise, Jordan, the
were he’d paired with Tija, wrapped his arms around them and they didn’t rebuff
him. Others paired off or formed ménages. Except Dex.

“It’s time to find ours.” He lifted her and lowered her onto his
distended flesh. Drew gritted his teeth and absorbed the bliss of being inside
of his mate.