Slade (Team Greywolf 1)
He stood.
Boneless, she stared at him. He smiled. His fangs extended, his furred ears perked. Behind him, his long white tail slowly wagged. Not man, not wolf. The classic werewolf hybrid. An un-stoppable supernatural force. Yet, this state meant only for claiming a true mate. “Slade, what are you doing?”
He half-growled. “Sweet Abella, my turn.”
That’s it; he wanted her to suck his cock. Gladly. She got on her knees, facing his magnificent erection.
Instead, he picked her up and set her over the armrest of the sofa, and gently positioned her ass up. “I’ve been thinking of taking you wolf style since the moment I met you or rather caught your scent.”
“But only mates do it…”
His voice husky, he said, “Should I leave and jump in the nearest cold body of water?” He took a few loud breaths. “Or claim you?”
“Please, yes.” She wiggled her bottom. No longer caring what they were doing was forbidden and perhaps because it was, the claim wouldn’t be real. No matter. For now the claim would be real and for her, forever.
His clawed hands held her ass still, and he entered her slippery pulsing core. Immediately, she convulsed into orgasm as he thrust his hips.
“Abella!” He bucked into her. Together they rode a frenzy of simultaneous orgasmic explosions of pleasure. No longer in a cabin, they travelled to a forest of greenery, blue skies and triumphant bird songs. As one soul wrapped together.
In unison, they howled until the cry became one.
He gently pulled out and licked his claw marks embedded in her ass. Claiming marks would soon fade. Until they were only a distant memory of how he claimed her without a care for lycan law.
Finished with his gentle licking, he cradled her in his arms. “Abella, I almost lost you.”
Tears welled. “Prince Slade, don’t tease me with what cannot be.”
“Fuck status.”
“We can’t. I mean, you are the last alpha of the Yukon pack.”
Slade sighed and then kissed her messed hair. “Is duty so important?”
“I’m a member of Team Greywolf. Duty is all I can offer.”
His voice saddened. “Tonight, let’s forget duty, lycan law and Team Greywolf.”
She braved a smile. “I can do that.”
He kissed her and carried her to the bed. They made love, not in the frenzy as they did earlier, but a sweet romantic way. The way couples did when they knew they would soon part.
Slade poured a warm cup of coffee for his sleeping beauty and opened the door. He sat by her side. She lay curled in a fetal position, the same position she’d fallen asleep in as he spooned her. Holding her all night, he’d felt complete. She’d slept. But he had not. Happy to stay awake all night, touching her, sniffing her aroma and listening to her heartbeat.
Yet, team Greywolf duty called.
How the hell would they return without announcing to the world she was his and he hers? “Abella, sweetie, wake up.”
She protested and covered her head with the blanket. “Too early.” She mumbled. “And stop calling me Abella.”
His heartbeat slowed. Destined to be apart, why argue on their last day alone, he braved a laugh. “It’s almost nine. We’re being airlifted in an hour.”
“Can’t we call in sick?”
Sick of a broken heart.
Becker’s SUV rolled in on the rocky driveway followed by an incoming helicopter.
Slade frowned. “Why’s he coming back?”