Imprints (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 1)

“Let me come,” she mouthed, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as the heat and passion drove her closer and closer to the height of her arousal.

“A few more minutes,” Frank said, smiling as he watched them with an intense burn in his eyes. “That’s beautiful. Fuck, lover. Just fuck him.”

“Harder,” she breathed, bracing for the end, working every muscle in an effort to drive Jock forward, force him to take her with more precise thumps.

Frank shifted his gaze, apparently locking eyes with Jock and perhaps gauging the best time to give her the permission she sought, the consent she longed to gain.

Dragging her hand down the length of her torso, she shoved her arm under her stomach. There, she walked her fingers lower and manipulated the small engorged pearl until she was right on the edge of a tremendous and explosive climax.

“Come!” Jock ordered at the same time Frank called out the same.

Her orgasm advanced with a slow onset, but once her body clenched in pleasure, the satisfaction became endless. Her fingers dipped again, sinking inside her pussy and striking out with the same-timed beats in which Jock took and claimed her ass.

“That’s it. Play with it, baby,” Jock said, a throaty edge to his demand. “That’s my woman. Stroke that tight pussy for me.”

His hands clenched at her sides and he pumped his seed deep inside her ass. He slapped her behind and left a satisfying burn on her flesh. Caressing where his hand had undoubtedly left an imprint, Jock violently jerked. He screamed out her name as he filled her with his semen. Her release coated her fingers and she undulated with another orgasm then braced for one more.

Chapter Fifteen

“There’s a naked man outside my door,” Carla said, joining them at the back of the cabin as they cleaned up after another round of intense lovemaking.

“He’s with me,” Frank said.

“Doesn’t he travel with an extra change of clothes?”

“Normally, he will,” Frank replied, a spark of amusement in his eyes.

“Tell me you aren’t interested in Heck.”

“What’s his name?”

“Heck James.” Frank splashed his face with cool water. “He’s our secret weapon. He has keen senses. He’s the fastest wolf in my pack.”

“And he was also the one who came here with you the night you surprised me in the barn.”

“I was hoping we’d never speak of that incident,” Frank said.

“I never asked you about that night.”

Jock smirked. “Like me, Frank probably has mixed feelings about that incident. I wanted to imprint on numerous occasions. I’ve often wondered what might have happened if I had taken you when I still had the chance.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” Frank told him. “For whatever reason, we were fated to share a mate and Carla was destined to receive two imprints.”

“Why is that so unusual?”

“When wolves imprint, they can imprint at any time and generally without warning. They may discover their mates when they’re children and grow up as friends and spend the greatest part of their lives in a nonsexual relationship. Some, like us, might find their mate when they reach their late teens or early twenties, but due to the lifetime commitment or the dangers they may bring upon their mate, avoid imprinting.”

“It isn’t always a conscious decision,” Frank further explained.

“So you didn’t want me?”

“You were mine from the moment I started making special trips out here to see you.”

“Why didn’t you imprint then?”

Frank took a deep breath. “It wasn’t my time—or yours.”

“And you,” she turned around and shook her finger at Jock. “You always knew I was in love with you and yet you didn’t mention shifting or imprinting.”