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Authors: Scarlet Hyacinth

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At last, Brody was fully inside him, his balls flush against Carson’s ass cheeks. A myriad of scents surrounded them, assaulting Carson’s senses. Brody was everywhere, inside him, around him, driving him deeper and deeper into that unique world where only their pleasure and love mattered.

Brody pulled out of him and thrust back inside, hitting Carson’s prostate. Carson cried out and arched against his mate, needing more, yearning for everything Brody had to offer. He pushed back against Brody, thrashing wildly, clinging by sheer force of will to the headboard. “Oh, God, Brody. Please. Just…More.”

Brody increased the pace, and Carson’s ears filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. His anus burned with the invasion and his balls ached with the need to come. His entire body buzzed with unfulfilled arousal. Each of Brody’s motions rubbed against the still-sore skin of Carson’s ass and thighs, and the slight tingle just added to the sensation.

They fell into a wild rhythm, taking their pleasure in each other.

Brody’s almost violent fucking might have actually seemed callous if not for the intense love Carson felt coming through their connection.

Before meeting Brody, he’d have never thought he would experience such things, that the pain could translate into pleasure and the lust into pure, unaltered affection. Everything inside Carson reached out for Brody as his mate took him, on and on, never once faltering. He bit his lip in a desperate attempt to keep himself in check, but he couldn’t take it much longer.

As always, his mate was right there next to him. He reached for Carson’s prick and pumped it a few times. And then, his fangs clamped down on Carson’s flesh and through their bond, the order at last came,
“Come.”

Carson’s blood turned to liquid heat. His vision went white as ecstasy coursed through him. Crying out Brody’s name, he found his
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peak. At the same time, he felt his mate thrust one last time inside his passage and fill him with his seed.

His mind short-circuiting from the overflow of pleasure, Carson allowed himself his orgasm to take him over. He didn’t know how long it took, how long he shook in the throes of climax. He felt it all inside him, but inside Brody as well. And when his consciousness began to return, the first thing he noticed was the heat. By his side, there seemed to be a real furnace—Carson’s very own personal one.

His body still burned from the enthusiastic fucking, and inside him, in his very soul, the warmth of their bond lingered.

Carson cuddled closer to his mate and smiled when a strong arm wrapped around his waist. Everything they’d gone through was worth it. They could finally have the life they’d dreamed of now.

* * * *

When Brody first opened his eyes, he didn’t immediately realize what had prickled his instincts. He still felt exhausted from the earlier sex fest, but in seconds, he became alert and realized what he was feeling.

Someone—more than one person— had invaded his territory. His home no longer only smelled of him and Carson. By his side, Carson stirred as well. Perhaps he’d felt the wrongness, too, or maybe their connection alerted him. Either way, he didn’t panic. Instead, he gave Brody an inquiring look and through their bond, asked,
“Who is it?

What do we do?”

Brody tentatively sniffed the air. With each passing second the presences were approaching. But there was something strange that Brody had not quite expected to scent together ever again. Pack and prey.

Brody hastily pulled a pair of pants on, and after Carson did the same, they slipped out of the room. Other than Carson, he sensed two people nearby. One of them had been the bane of his existence for
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two years, and he’d have known her anywhere. He supposed there was some reason to that old saying.
Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned.
But how could Roxanne have found out where he and Carson lived now? And what was she planning? Did she really think she could just waltz in here? And do what?

Whatever the case, Brody would not allow her or whoever she’d brought along to hurt Carson. He bared his fangs, ready to protect his territory. All of a sudden, Carson gasped.
“Brody, wait. I think…I
think my brother is with her.”

Brody blinked as flashes of memory coursed through his mind.

Carson’s half-brother, Ray, was also the man who’d instigated the other rams to hurt Carson two years back, the night Brody and Carson met. Brody had been steaming for quite a while to get revenge on the man, but Carson had let the whole story go, and the last thing Brody wanted was to open old wounds. It seemed, however, that Ray didn’t share Carson’s opinion. But how could Roxanne have met Ray? It made absolutely no sense.

In any case, the appearance of Carson’s brother meant Roxanne had come here not only intent on revenge, but also carrying weapons that wolves did not have. Their kind might use silver from time to time to punish or restrict lawless wolves, but they didn’t have the proficiency sheep did.

But Brody would not allow that to hold him back.
“I’m not afraid
of guns,”
he sent to his mate.
“I’ll be fine.”

Carson looked worried, but didn’t comment further. They had the advantage since they knew the house, and their smell was already on everything. The best thing would be to stay in the bedroom and wait for their attackers to come, then take them by surprise.

Nodding to Carson, they retraced their steps and went back the way they’d come. Hopefully, Roxanne and Ray had not realized Brody and Carson were awake. But they didn’t get to reach the bedroom. An impending sense of danger assaulted him. He didn’t know the reason, as his senses had already detected Roxanne and Ray.

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Carson, however, seemed to know. “Get down,” his mate shouted.

Carson lunged at Brody, and they fell to the hard floor just as a rain of bullets showered the hallway.

As quickly as he could, Brody rolled them over and covered Carson’s body with his own. He managed to push them into an adjoining alcove. By some miracle, the bullets missed Carson, but two of the rounds scratched him. Silver, the special kind of bullets sheep or other prey-shifters used against wolves. Just great. At least they hadn’t actually become embedded in his flesh. That could have become a big problem.

He took a deep breath and focused on his mate’s wildly beating heart.
Keep Carson safe. Keep Carson safe.
That was what he needed to do. The litany gave him a surprising clarity of mind, and he realized what he’d originally missed. There was another person in the house, a wolf soldier and one who’d known what to do to disguise his approach. Without Carson, they might not have been able to realize it at all.

It was a long time since Brody had smelled his opponent’s scent, but he remembered it with crystal clarity. That day marked his separation from Carson, and something else—the only time he’d killed one of his own. He wondered how he’d never thought it would eventually come to haunt him. True enough, he’d never known what had become of Lester after being dragged out of the room by Soren’s men, but it seemed whatever Brody’s father had done wasn’t enough.

The man had returned and seemed quite keen on vengeance.

Brody didn’t have much time. Lester was at the other end of the hallway, and Roxanne and Ray were closing in fast. They seemed to have come equipped to fight an army, not just a wolf and a lamb.

They needed to move. Brody thought fast. In the house, they were trapped, outnumbered, and outgunned. However, the forest and the mountain would protect them. The only way out would be through the window a few feet in front of him. To get there, however, they would have to run through Lester’s line of sight. If—with an emphasis on
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if—they managed, it would be smooth sailing from there. They were only on the second floor, and the architecture of the building would allow them to land outside without too much trouble.


We can make it
,” Carson said in his mind. “
Go. I trust you
.”

Even with all the doubts in his mind, Brody knew they didn’t have much choice. He grabbed Carson and lunged forward. A shout of anger sounded from his right, but Brody ignored it. He had instants before Lester reacted.

He moved faster than ever before. In a flash, he crossed the distance that separated him and Carson from the window and jumped.

Glass shattered, scratching his face, and moments later, another rain of bullets followed.

Thankfully, he landed on the ground without further injury and rushed away. However, as he reached the beginning of the forest, another shot rang out. Their luck didn’t hold, and this time, the bullet hit Brody in the leg. It wouldn’t have brought him down, but the shock of the impact and the extra weight he carried made him stumble. With the momentum, he tripped against a hole in the ground, and fell, jamming his knee against a big rock. Brody actually felt the bone break and go through the skin.

Howling, Brody dropped his mate from his arms. “Brody,” Carson cried out, scuttling closer.

“Go, Carson. Go. Get out of here.” His mate would still be able to escape. Brody could stall and buy Carson time to run.

But Carson didn’t obey. Instead, he crawled even closer and lifted Brody’s body, obviously intending to carry him. It was awkward, but Carson was stronger than he looked. He might have succeeded, but before Carson could do anything, Roxanne and Ray reached them.

“Stop right there, lamb,” Roxanne sneered.

“What do you want with us?” Brody asked. “You hated our supposed mating as much as I did. You told me yourself you’d speak to Father to have it broken.”

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Roxanne glowered at him. “Yes, I did intend to do that. But there’s a difference between what I planned and what you did. You abandoned and humiliated me in front of the pack. You left me for a lamb, a lamb of all things. Do you have any idea how that feels?”

She didn’t even wait for a reply. Instead, she pushed Carson down with the shotgun, and they fell back on the ground at her feet. Ray laughed.

“Why are you doing this, Ray?” Carson asked. “How did you even know where we were?”

“Oh, it was easy.” Ray chuckled. “All I had to do is ask Mother the phone number you called her from. Silly git still believes everything I tell her, including that I mean to bring you back home and save you from the awful wolf keeping you prisoner.”

Brody had known Carson kept in contact with his mother by the use of his cell phone, but it never occurred to him someone might use that to track them down. Fuck. Once more, he’d been careless. “I thought I’d have trouble finding out who your enemies might be, but to my luck, everyone knows who you are,” Ray continued. “The paranormal world is absolutely abuzz with news of the wolf who mated a lamb.”

No wonder Roxanne was pissed. Being in the limelight couldn’t be very pleasant. Since Brody and Carson left civilization behind, they seemed to have missed quite a lot of excitement. Brody wondered why their friends never mentioned it. Perhaps they hadn’t wanted to encroach on Brody and Carson’s happiness with such things.

As Ray spoke, Lester appeared from the house. “And when the ram contacted us, we simply could not resist.”

Brody glared at the man. “Why don’t you go crawl back to the hole you came out from? I’m sure your Alpha would love to know you came after me.”

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“I don’t care what the Alpha says. I’m not his Beta anymore,”

Lester shouted. “You killed my brother. Now, I’m going to take your mate away from you, and then cut you into little pieces.”

“And you really think you can get away with that?” Carson said, distracting Lester from his plan.

Roxanne snickered. “We have our ways.”

Brody had no clue what his mate planned, but he felt Carson’s mind working furiously. They couldn’t get out of here through brawn.

Therefore, they’d have to do it through brains. The weak link lay in two wolves having joined with a sheep. They didn’t have the bond Brody and Carson shared, and as such, the alliance would be tenuous at best.

“The throwing around of piss thing, right?” Carson grinned. “That might throw you wolves off, but not sheep or other races.”

Brody had no clue if Carson’s friends—swans or squirrel—would have the ability to distinguish scents in spite of the method his kind used to cover their tracks. He suspected no, but he couldn’t be sure.

Thankfully, neither could Lester or Roxanne.

Their expressions turned from smug certainty to alarmed anger.

“Of course they wouldn’t be able to feel us,” Roxanne said with a nervous laugh. With the fear that she might be discovered, she’d apparently forgotten all about her fury toward Brody.

“Really?” Carson pressed his advantage. “Go ahead and ask him.”

He nodded toward Ray. “He knows I’m right.”

Lester and Roxanne turned to Ray, whose blood drained out of his face. “I…uh…I don’t know. It’s possible.”

“Of course it is,” Carson added. “We are trained to sense predators, especially in forested areas. And in case you didn’t know, I have many friends who won’t take kindly to what you’ve done here.”

The two wolves turned their anger on Ray. “You fool,” Roxanne shouted. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

It might have been stupidity or stubbornness, but Ray didn’t back down. “It’s not like you disagreed with me, bitch.” Of course, if he
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tried to flee now, the hunting instinct would just kick in. Perhaps Ray had finally realized he’d bitten off more than he could chew.

Brody almost winced at Ray’s words. He knew Roxanne had quite a temper and wouldn’t take lightly to being insulted by a sheep. It was very different to be called a bitch by pack and to have prey do the same.

As Brody had expected, Roxanne’s form began to blur until she transformed into a wolf. This time, Ray didn’t hesitate. He aimed the gun at her, frowning. “You move a muscle, and you’re dead.”

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