Lone Wolf (The Pack 5)

“You’re killing me,” he groaned, holding still as I lingered along the plane of his hipbone. The thin sweatpants he wore did little to hide his desire from me and I hooked my fingers on the elastic hem, slowly pulling them down until his dick sprang free, the tip glistening, and moisture pooled at my core. “Dru,” I heard the desperation in his voice, the coiled need he barely controlled, and his desire only intensified my own as our emotions spilled into one another over the newly recreated mate link.

I ran my finger over his erection, and his control snapped as he pushed me back on the bed. “My turn,” he gritted out roughly, but his touch was impossibly delicate. Each stroke designed to drive me mad as he traced circles around my nipples, watching them pebble but never touching them directly. He continued down and I had to curl my fingers into my palms as he leaned down, his tongue circling my belly button and then dipping inside as his finger found the crease between my legs. I spread my legs further apart as he explored the folds, glossy wetness making his fingers slide with ease as he toyed with the tiny bud exploding with sensation. “Please,” I begged, unashamed as my hands came to his shoulders, clawing at him.

He covered me, his dick bumping against my entrance and my insides clenched. He didn’t enter me though, his head lowering to my breast, his lips sealing over my erect nipple and he sucked hard as his finger pressed against that bud of nerve endings and I cried out as my world ignited, pleasure burning through me. The rigid length of his dick pressed into me, sending more sparks of pleasure through me as he rubbed against the sensitive bud. I tilted my hips, feeling him sink deeper, and he groaned deep in his throat.

He pulled back, then thrust, and my body felt stretched, almost painfully, but the friction of his thrusts and the tilt of his hips quickly overrode everything else. He quickened his pace, and I could feel the pleasure building inside of him, an echo of my own, and my hand slid to his butt, squeezing in encouragement, needing him to find his release. He thrust faster, hitting my center harder, and I could feel the spiraling need build higher until everything went black as pleasure wiped away every thought, erasing the memory of our broken bond, as we formed a new bond, one that would never be broken.

Chapter Eighteen

Caleb

I watched her sleep, the subtle fringe of her eyelashes hiding those striking mismatched eyes from my view. Contentment filled me, chasing away the last vestiges of restlessness that had consumed me for so long. I stroked the curve of her eyebrow, the color a match to the darker strands of blonde running through her hair. Her scent saturated the air, and I inhaled deeply, picking up the strong note of the earth after a deep rain. She was a perfect mix of wolf and witch, each balancing the other naturally.

Is she awake? Dom’s voice intruded in my thoughts and I couldn’t help the shortness of my answer.

No.

Wake her up, he ordered and I stiffened at the echo of Alpha command in his words. This guy you brought back isn’t talking and Monster is gone. Worry seeped through our link and I sat up, realizing something was really wrong if Dom was concerned.

Monster might be out running with Dylan, I replied, seriously hoping that was the case.

No, he never came back. His bed isn’t slept in and he’s not answering me.

Shit, I murmured, knowing this was bad. If Monster wasn’t answering his Alpha then it meant he was too far away or coming way too close to challenging Dom’s authority. Dylan?

Nothing, but that’s not unusual, Dom replied. Jess is freaking out. She’s afraid they went after hunters to find out more about the whole auction thing. I’ve been trying to get this kid to talk but he’s more terrified of your mate than me.

I almost smiled at the hint of annoyance in Dom’s voice at that admittance, but his growing concern overwhelmed me. Monster was headstrong, but he was still young and that combo was enough to get him in trouble. He might have went to the Ghost Pack, I mentioned, habit making me use what I now knew was a wildly inaccurate name, and Dom growled.

He better not have, Dom snapped, impotent anger surging through him. He’ll be lucky if I let him run a lap around the school’s track if he did.

I winced at the threat, knowing full well Dom would follow through with it, and there was nothing worse to a wolf than being put on a leash. I’m sure he didn’t, I replied soothingly, tasting the lie because we both knew full well that was exactly where he’d gone.