Bounty (Dominant Wolves, Submissive Mates 2)

“Do what the woman tells you,” Frank said, entering the loft.

Heck nearly jumped out of his skin when Frank strode across the planked flooring. “She isn’t the kind of gal who likes to be kept waiting.” He glared at Heck in passing. Before he reached Carla, he handed off a paddle and belt. “Take your pick, but don’t just stand there. We ain’t gonna discuss this, Heck. You’ve already made your intentions known. Since my woman is butt-naked in front of you, I’m pretty sure she’s expressed hers as well.”

“I—”

“You’re what?” Frank rubbed his jaw. “You’re here in the loft with our mate. She’s naked and you’ve got a hard-on so bad for her it’s libel to rip your breeches if you don’t just go ahead and drop ’em.”

Noting the amusement in his tone, Heck cleared his throat. “I haven’t touched her.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Frank laughed. “Ah, hell, Heck. You’ve already fucked her a few hundred times in your blasted head. I figure you might as well enjoy her in the flesh, too.”

Carla shook her bottom. “Will one of you please spank me?”

Frank stood next to her. He ran his hand over her bottom and gave her a firm pat. She jerked and he grinned. “You’ll love spanking this ass. I do. Jock does. But trust me when I tell ya, nobody enjoys it more than Carla.”

He then gave her eight solid smacks. She whimpered with every strike and, to Heck’s surprise, she also begged for another. Each time Frank’s hand met her skin, a breathless plea for “one more” fell from her lips.

“Go on over there and try it,” Jock said, climbing up the ladder. “Frank won’t bite.”

“I’m not worried about Frank,” Heck admitted.

Frank glowered. “We’re all pretty clear on that much.”

“I was at one time,” Heck said. “Not anymore.”

Heck then approached Carla with a spirited step. She faced him with a priceless expression.

She cupped his cheeks with her hands. He framed hers with his. And for a breathtaking moment, no one else existed.

They were mates.

Heck had often suspected it would be like this, but as he imprinted on her, he realized he’d never known such devotion and love. As they stared at one another, he saw her past and their future. He was privy to the experiences she’d shared there in the loft with her other two mates. Images flashed in his mind’s eye, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her mother and father, past places she’d enjoyed as a child, and a clear depiction of Carla as a young woman.

Finally, a more mature Carla appeared, one with children. He could hear their laughter and see their beautiful mother enjoying various stages of their growth. He witnessed their time together as they progressed through the years and then he saw her in a great big bed surrounded by fancy pillows and her loving mates. His heart swelled with love as much as heartache as his aged Carla, his one love, took her last breath with her family beside her.

Tears formed in his eyes as he latched on to the gift he’d been given, a glimpse at the next fifty to sixty years. When the intensity of their connection subsided, he took her in his arms and held her close to his chest, stroking her head and whispering to her in a language full of sentiments and promises.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

Carla tilted her chin to his and closed her eyes. He glanced at Jock, and then at Frank.

“Ah the devil!” Frank exclaimed. “Kiss her already, why don’t ya!”

“I plan to do a little more than kiss.” He lowered his head and took that first full-throttled plunge, sweeping into her mouth with a rapid thrust of tongue. And just when he thought their kiss was all he needed, his balls and cock strained with mate-lust, a desire so heavily ridden with painful yearning, he thought he might die if he didn’t lay her down and love her.

Without wasting a second, he stripped off his breeches and pushed up his shirt. Then, he picked up his mate and locked her legs behind his hips. While their first joining may not have been the most romantic moment of Carla’s life, their mating was perfect for them.

The first stroke cooled that raging burn, that unexplainable longing. He locked his cock deep inside her channel and lowered her to the ground, loving the way she squeezed his shaft as if she were afraid they’d lose their connection.

Once her back was against the floor, he pushed her arms high above her head and clasped her wrists in his hand while his mouth traveled from one full breast to the other. “You’re so beautiful.”

Carla stared down the length of her body as Heck rammed the weight of his length high inside her warm pussy. He was very much aware of the two men watching them. He was also aware of the audience beyond the barn, the pack members quietly awaiting his finish as they prodded his thoughts and invaded his head.

“Fuck it,” he breathed, cupping her breasts and raking his thumbs across her nipples. “You’re mine and I don’t care who hears about it.”

“I hope not,” Frank said from his left. “Cause that one there is a real screamer.”

Chapter Eleven