Wolf Mated

by Tamsin Baker

  My belly tightened and lust wove through me as I gazed at him. Damn, he was a fine-looking man.

  “So... Fridge,” I began, trying not to slur. “What are you doing here? Really. It’s not your night.”

  His jaw muscles bulged as he clenched his teeth and his hands slid around my waist, holding me tight.

  “It was a stupid idea to have nights on and off.” He growled. “We should both be here with you.”

  Oh... that’s your excuse, huh?

  “Really?” I asked as I twirled my fingers in his short blond hair and inhaled his sexy scent. “Why?”

  “Because it’s safer that way,” he said.

  I giggled. “I think you need more to drink. You’re not relaxed enough. Or honest enough. I think I’ll go back to Rogan...”

  I tried to get out of his lap, planting my feet on the ground and pushing up and away from him. I didn’t get far.

  He held me by the waist so that I barely moved, apparently with very little effort.

  “No. Stay,” he ground out.

  I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him. “Tell me why. Now, and quickly. Or you can go home, and Rogan will stay here. With me.”

  I didn’t want to say that I was going to drag Rogan to bed with me, if I could talk the wolf shifter into it. Which, before Fridge had arrived, had been looking quite favorable.

  Fridge’s hands gripped my waist, moving over my hips and belly in strange, agitated movements. But the way he gripped me also spoke of possession, and that was the main reason I stayed in his lap.

  I wanted to be his, if he’d be mine too.

  “I can’t... sit at home, wondering what’s going on over here,” he admitted.

  Well, that’s a start.

  I looked up at him and stroked his neck and shoulders.

  “Why? Because you think we’re in trouble?” I smiled up at him and cocked my head to the side. “Or because you think we’re fucking without you?”

  Fridge flinched like I’d hit him and snorted out his nose like a horse.

  I rolled my eyes. “Well?”

  He shook his head as though he couldn’t, or wouldn’t answer, and my blood began to boil. I didn’t have the patience or the time for this.

  If half a bottle of tequila couldn’t loosen his lips, then something had to.

  I twisted in his lap and hit both his shoulders with my open palms, then gripped his huge muscles. My head was clearing and my anger pulsed through me now.

  “Listen. You’re the one that rejected me! You don’t get to tell me who I can and can’t be with.”

  I struggled against his arms and this time he let me go.

  But I didn’t go to Rogan, who was staying silent and letting me deal with the dragon. Traitor. You’re meant to help.

  Despite the alcohol and heat in my blood, I was standing a little better now, bolstered by my fury.

  Fridge stood up, slowly. moving with the dangerous grace that only a trained killer possessed. Any other time I would have found it sexy as hell, but now, I was just infuriated with him.

  “So, let me repeat my fucking question, Travis. What the fuck are you doing here? And what do you want?”

  Fridge’s eyes burned with a heat I recognized, and it wasn’t anger. “I want you.”

  I groaned and threw my hands in the air. Why did it make me angrier to hear those words?

  “Actually, you’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t want me. That you reject the idea of us being mates...”

  Fridge interrupted. “I never said that. I don’t believe in fated crap. I don’t want to feel forced into this. I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay with me if it doesn’t work... I just want this to be... natural.”

  “Natural?” What could be more natural than the way he had me panting for him?

  He has so many bullshit excuses.

  With my confidence bolstered by the vodka still running through my veins, I stripped off my black top, then threw my white tank to the floor.

  Next was my boring sports bra, my breasts bouncing in the cool room air as I discarded the cumbersome thing. “You think this isn’t natural? To be aching so much? To have my nipples on fire? To be so wet I’m sliding off the seat just being close to you two!”

  I was panting and growling with the effort it took to speak, and if I thought I could get my shoes and pants off without falling on my head, then I’d be naked and screaming at him now.

  Rogan’s hands came around me from behind, distracting me from my anger.

  His palms slid against my hot skin as he moved across my belly, then cupped my breasts, his lips at my neck, breathing hard against me.

  I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the touch more than I thought I should.

  More than I had ever enjoyed anyone touching me before.

  Pleasure poured through me as he tweaked my nipples, rolling the aching flesh with his fingers.

  “Please...” I whispered.

  “Please what?” Rogan asked.

  “Take me to bed. Please.” I didn’t care what he did to me while we were there, as long as he kept touching me.

  He didn’t move right away, like I expected him to. What other invitation did he need?

  I opened my eyes, turned around, and took his hand so that I could pull him down the hallway. Did he need a personal tour?

  He didn’t move even when I tugged at him.

  “What about Fridge?” he asked.

  My gaze flicked to the dragon, standing stoically a few feet behind us.

  Was he waiting for a personal invitation? Because from the bulge in his jeans, it was fucking obvious he wanted to join in.

  “What about him?” I asked, not feeling particularly kind towards Fridge at this moment.

  Rogan, the loyal wolf—god love him—didn’t give up that easily. “Do you want him to join us?”

  I bit my lip, not wanting to expose how deeply I craved them both, but also not wanting to lie. Not now.

  “Of course, I do.” I flicked my gaze at Fridge and added, “But I would never... force him to do anything he didn’t want to do.”

  Fridge took several steps forward, his eyes glowing with the yellow of his shifter. “Are you sure you want me, and not some delusion that you’ve conjured up?”

  I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my throat. If only he knew how accurate that was to my secret bloodline.

  “I’m only a quarter shifter—you’re a pure blood! If there’s anyone who’s going to be affected by a fated mate bond, it’s you! Not me.”

  I swallowed, the words sinking in hard. Perhaps that was the problem?

  How hard was Fridge fighting against the natural need to bond with me?

  I stuck my chin in the air. “I’m just brave enough to admit it. Are you?”

  He glanced away. “There’s something there...I know, but I can’t...” He looked back at me. “Don’t make me name it yet. Please.”

  And with those words, and the pleading tones that accompanied them, he stole my heart.

  How bad had his parent’s partnership really been?

  I held out my free hand, encouraging him to join us. “Okay... but when this is all said and done... you’re gonna owe me.”

  He nodded once and reached for my hand, our pact sealed. As our hands connected, a shiver coursed through my spine, the magic in my veins sealing our connection further.

  Damn, this is going to be the death of me.

  I swallowed hard.

  Now it was time to show them how much I truly needed them.

  Chapter 13.

  I tugged on both my men’s hands toward my bedroom so they knew which direction to come, then let them go so I could saunter down the hallway feeling free and happy.

  I wanted them, and they wanted me. What could go wrong now?

  I pushed open my door, flicked off my shoes, and began pushing my leather pants off my hips, but they got stuck. I didn’t have the co-ordination to get them off.

 
; I almost toppled onto the bed as I staggered forward, wanting to be naked.

  “Help!” I called out, then deliberately twisted around and fell onto the bed, on my back, laughing. “I can’t get my pants off.”

  Fridge loomed over me, staring down at me like I was the only thing left on the plate of a starving man, his eyes dark pools of desire.

  I swallowed hard, my heart pounding faster as I inhaled the scent of him above me. Then, thank the heavens above, he began to peel my leather pants down my thighs.

  Inch by inch he rolled them, dropping kisses on the skin of my thighs with his hot mouth as he went.

  He pushed the pants down to my ankles, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to my belly. I quivered as he kissed the material over my throbbing clit. Finally, he tugged once more, and my pants gave way, sliding off my legs and allowing the cool air to caress my heated flesh.

  He stood up, throwing the leather pants into the corner of the room, and stared down at me.

  I groaned aloud.

  “Thank you! That feels so much better!” I pushed myself to my feet, my head clearer now. I grabbed Fridge by the shirt and stared up into his gorgeous green eyes. “Why are you still dressed?”

  His lips kicked up on either side. “Would you like me to change that?”

  “Hell yes! I want to see you naked.”

  From practically the first moment I’d set eyes on Fridge, I’d wanted to see what lay beneath his shirt. Then last night, I’d seen him in nothing more than his underwear and I’d wanted to touch him so badly.

  But I’d been blocked—by Fridge and his stupid insecurities.

  Not anymore.

  I turned towards Rogan who was standing beside the bed, running my gaze up and down the gorgeous shifter. “You too. Please.”

  I moved back and sat on the edge of my bed so that I could watch my men, my fated mates, strip down to nothing. Their slacks and shirts fell away to reveal the most beautiful bodies I’d ever seen in real life.

  Fridge was bigger and broader. In every way. Even his cock, which was already lengthened and standing up like a compass needle pointing home, was thicker.

  But that didn’t detract from the pure wolf like beauty of Rogan. He was built for speed, stealth. And his cock was beautiful, a deep pink shaft with a blushing red helmet.

  “You two are...” I shook my head as I scuffled back on the bed. “Absolutely beautiful.”

  I didn’t know how else to explain it.

  Rogan prowled towards the bed, knelt on the mattress, and pushed me back so that he could lay down next to me. “You’re the one that’s beautiful, Sadie.”

  He slid his hand over my waist, then up towards the peak of my breast, cupping the flesh there.

  I arched into his touch, wanting to be closer to him.

  I reached for his arms and pulled him towards me.

  “Please, kiss me,” I begged.

  His lips were on mine before I’d finished the sentence.

  I groaned, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him over me. I wanted his weight on me, the heat of his body pressing me down into the mattress.

  He pulled back to kiss my throat, my neck, then trailed his wet mouth down to my breasts.

  I gasped and arched up when his lips wrapped around the tight peak of my nipple, then opened my eyes, looking for my dragon.

  Would he still be there? Had he stayed even though Rogan and I started without him?

  He stood by the bed, his cock weeping pearly precum from the slit in its head.

  I smiled up at him, happiness flowing through me. “Come here. I want to suck you.”

  He didn’t speak, but he crawled across the bed towards me and knelt next to my head.

  I gasped as Rogan continued to love on my breasts. His lips and fingers kneading the flesh, tweaking the tips, causing arrows of pleasure to shoot through my belly.

  Then he slipped his hand into my panties, using his talented fingers to circle my clit and push my arousal higher.

  A groan escaped me as I reached for Fridge’s cock. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and tugged, bringing it closer.

  Fridge fell forward, landing in a push up position over the top of me, so he could feed his cock into my mouth.

  Perfect.

  I groaned as Rogan slipped a long finger deep inside me at the same time as my lips wrapped around the head of Fridge’s cock.

  Oh, my god.

  Bliss and sensation buffeted me from every angle. I had Rogan playing my body like an expert musician, while saliva gathered in my mouth at Fridge’s taste.

  His taste was pure perfection, salty and male and hot. A hint of caramel, too, somehow.

  I moved one hand on him while I sucked and nipped at his flesh.

  Rogan removed his talented, tormenting hands from inside my panties, then slid down my body. He pulled my underwear off so that I was soon as naked as they were.

  He pulled me down the bed, and I had to let go of Fridge’s shaft.

  I giggled as I was moved around, loving the fact these guys were strong enough to manhandle me in such a way.

  Then Rogan pulled up my thighs, opening me right up, and positioned between them.

  I moaned loudly as his hot flesh pressed against my slick folds and I felt his cock lined up with my opening.

  If only he would...

  I arched my back, but nothing changed. I was still open, and empty, and aching. He was hesitating, but I couldn’t wait. Not this time. I wrapped my legs around his waist, tilted up my hips until I felt his cock head slip into the perfect position.

  Then I grabbed his ass, grinned up at him, and pulled him into me.

  That first entry almost made me pass out. The intensity of pleasure was way too much for me to feel all at once. Darkness danced on the edge of my vision, threatening to take me.

  Magic pulsed through my core. As though every cell I owned claimed Rogan as my mate. My whole body sung with pure happiness.

  This was my first true connection with my mate. My wolf. The man who’d never once rejected me. The one that truly understood how much I needed him already.

  Lights flashed inside my head as he pulled back and thrust in to the hilt, filling me completely. I gasped, barely able to breathe.

  He grabbed my ass with both hands and fell on me, his groan ringing in my ears as he flexed his hips and thrust into me again.

  This time I stopped breathing, biting into his shoulder as my whole body was swept into an orgasm.

  I couldn’t stop it.

  My pussy rippled around his cock and in response, he began to pound into me, riding the waves of my pleasure over and over until he exploded inside of me.

  The pulsations inside me sent me into another round of orgasms, gentler this time, but just as effective at milking him.

  His lips found mine in a searing kiss, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close, pouring all my relief and affection into the kiss.

  When he withdrew from me and rolled away, I instantly felt empty, yet hungry again. How was that possible?

  I glanced up at the other male in the room, my throat thick. My pussy aching.

  How was this going to play out now?

  “Dragon?” I asked, flicking my gaze up to him, though I wasn’t sure what I was asking.

  Did he want me too? Would he have me now?

  Rogan rolled even further away, then stood up from the mattress as though he were going to leave, but instead hung around. Watching us.

  I sat up on the bed, scooted across the mattress, then stood up on shaking legs.

  Woah...I can still feel my orgasm affect. I can barely stand.

  I turned towards Fridge. He was intensely aroused, his shaft thick and hard, but his face was conflicted. I didn’t know what he was feeling, or thinking, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

  Was this another rejection? After everything he’d said and done tonight to convince me otherwise?

  “Sadie... I...” Fridge took a step t
owards me, reaching out a hand towards me. I ached to grab for him.

  From outside the room, a window crashed and glass shattered over carpet.

  I jumped, glancing towards the door, then back at Fridge. “That has to be one of the bedrooms. Everywhere else is floorboards.”

  The glass would have made a very different sound if it had landed there.

  Fridge and Rogan bolted from the room, still naked.

  I wasn’t sure I wanted to fight someone in the nude, though.

  I hurried to my closet, grabbed a cotton dress, pulled it on over my hot, wet form, and sprinted out the door after them.

  Yelling and thumps sounded, and a loud crash.

  “Fuck.” Those sounds were coming from was my dad’s bedroom.

  I ran into the room just in time to see a man with long dark hair slip through the broken window and disappear. His face had been turned away, and I couldn’t make out any of his features.

  Fridge was laying on the bed and Rogan was panting as he darted up to me from the other side of the room, blood splattered over his face and chest.

  “Where’d he go?” he asked.

  “Out the window,” I said. “Didn’t you see him go?”

  Had he been that fast? Or had my timing been that impeccable?

  I tiptoed around the puddle of shattered glass, trying not to slice my bare feet, to look out the window. I peered out at the grass fifteen foot down, and the alley way behind the apartment building.

  There wasn’t a trace of him, and we were on the first floor. Not that the height would be a challenge to a paranormal.

  “Sadie, step away from the window,” Fridge said from the bed as he got up.

  Probably a good idea. I didn’t want to be snatched up by some super powerful creature who’d managed to beat both my guys in a fight.

  I backed up slowly and Fridge grabbed me up into his arms. Before I could respond, he carried me out of the room.

  “We need to get you somewhere safe,” he said.

  “Safer than here?” I asked, relaxing into his hold.

  In my head, there was nowhere safer than my father’s apartment. It was loaded full of weapons, was in a layout I knew well, and technically had a great internal security system that seemed to be failing lately.