by Desiree Holt
“Same goes.”
They stood and glared at each other.
“Children, children,” Luke chided them. “We need to get moving. Can we take this someplace else?”
Mack blew out a long breath. “I’m sorry. But you of all people should know what I was afraid of.”
Kelsey stared at him. “Of course, I know. But you didn’t have to—”
“I said I’m sorry. And I am.” He reached out and cupped her chin. “Okay? Please? Will you come home with me?”
“Yes,” Luke answered for her. “Let’s get moving.”
Kelsey was about to add her own comment when Mack’s cell phone rang. He answered it, spoke briefly to the person on the other end then snapped it shut. “The sheriff. Just like Luke said. One of the helicopters spotted Jody at the side of the highway and set down to pick him up.” One side of his mouth kicked up in a grin. “They said he told the wildest story about being saved by wolves.”
“At the risk of repeating myself too many times, we need to get out of here,” Luke reminded everyone. “We don’t want someone to find us and start asking questions.”
“Good idea.” Mack reached out for Kelsey again. “Come with me. Please. We have a lot of talking to do.”
“Damn right,” she shot back. Then her tone softened. “All right. “
“How about the two of you coming back to the cabin tonight for dinner,” Sierra said. “I think we all have some things to talk about.”
* * * *
Mack and Kelsey were seated in front of the fireplace drinking wine and watching the news on the television set on the wide fireplace hearth.
“With the death of Clete Wilson, the area is safe again from the gang that preyed on children two years ago. Police assure us they’ve checked, and this was the last of the group to be caught. People are still shaking their heads over the story little Jody Logan is telling,” the reporter said. “No one can budge his tale of being saved by three wolves, who then killed his captor. His parents, who asked not to be interviewed, said they are just glad to have their son back safely and want to thank everyone who spent their time searching for him.”
“Are there wolves in the area?” a voice off camera asked.
The reporter shook his head. “Hard to say. Most residents say there haven’t been any in this area for years, although some people have reported a rare sighting now and then. Fish and Wildlife is taking the case under advisement and said they will be studying the possibility.”
Mack pressed the button on the remote to shut off the television. “Fish and Wildlife won’t touch it,” he told Kelsey.
“How do you know?”
“Because the other times someone’s reported a sighting they’ve written it off as a drunken mirage. They have enough trouble without chasing phantoms.”
Kelsey sipped at her wine. “So how long have you lived up here?”
“About ten years, give or take.” He picked up one of her hands and laced his fingers through hers. “I have three friends who live here, too, a couple of them in the next town over. We had a thriving pack in Minnesota until a wild dog attacked a family’s pet. The wolves were blamed and people got out their shotguns.”
“We had the same thing happen to us,” she told him. “In Michigan. We ended up in Texas.”
She told him briefly about their relocation and about The Sentinels.
“So you operate a security and protection agency?” he asked.
Kelsey nodded. “It’s worked out pretty well for us.”
“I gather that.” He was quiet for a moment. “I really am sorry for the way I acted, Kelsey. But the minute I saw you, I wanted you, and I just didn’t see how anything between us could work.”
“It works for Luke and Sierra,” she pointed out. “And for his brother, Brian, and his wife, Regan. And others in our pack had married humans.”
“What happened to them when the pack was decimated?” he asked.
Kelsey shrugged. “We’ve kind of lost touch with them. The whole thing was so devastating. We’re actually putting a plan together to try to track them down. Make sure they’re okay. See if we can help them.”
“Tough job.”
“Mmm.” She ran her finger around the rim of her glass. “You know, usually when shifters meet they recognise each other by their scent. But I didn’t smell anything from you except pine trees.”
He chuckled. “My own special blend of aftershave. It masks the wolf musk. But what about you? You didn’t give off the right traces, either.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “Same deal. A special perfume I have made up for me.”
“We’re some pair, aren’t we?”
They sat in silence for a while, drinking their wine and watching the fire. Kelsey spoke first. “So tell me. Now that we’ve got the shifter thing out of the way, what happens next?”
Mack looked at her for a long time. Then he rose, tugging her up with him. He took her glass from her and set it on the hearth.
“I have a wild idea,” he told her, pulling her sweater over her head and unclasping her bra. He paused to plant a kiss on each of her nipples then turned his attention to her jeans. By the time he had her stripped naked, she was trembling with desire, and he’d barely touched her. He reached between her thighs and probed the dampness of her cunt, sliding his fingers into the slick, wet tunnel.
Kelsey rocked her hips forward, her blood already racing through her veins like molten lava.
“Cup your breasts for me,” Mack said, while he took off his own clothes. “Pinch your nipples. Make them stand out.”
Kelsey slid her palms underneath her breasts then lifted her fingers to her nipples, swaying as she rolled them and tugged at them. When Mack was naked, her eyes dropped automatically to his magnificent cock. He saw where her gaze was fixed and wrapped his fingers around his erect shaft, stroking it lightly from root to tip.
“Do you know what it’s like when I bury myself inside of you?” His voice was rough with desire. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
Kelsey moaned, pinching herself harder.
“We’re meant to be together, Kelsey. I knew it the minute you walked into The Bar. But at that time, I thought you were human, and I didn’t see any future for us. I almost hated you for making me want you so much.”
“And now?” she asked, breathless.
“We belong together. And you know the rule.”
She nodded, feeling her liquid wet the inside of her thighs. “Wolves mate for life.”
“I think that’s what we should do. Now.”
“You mean—”
He nodded. “I want us to shift, to run into the woods together and to mate as wolves.” His amber eyes reflected the heat of the fire as he watched her. “Okay?” He took two steps to close the distance between them, threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her with such need her knees buckled.
“Yes,” she gasped when he finally let her breathe. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Mack stepped back, his chest heaving, and opened the door to the side porch.
“Let’s do it.”
They exchanged a heated look then simultaneously signalled their bodies to change from human to wolf. Mack licked her muzzle as he’d done that afternoon then led her out the door. Kelsey raced past him, tail high and waving in the air as she raced into the gathering dusk. But in a moment, Mack sped past her, setting the pace as they entered the thickness of the forest. She followed him until they reached a small clearing and stopped when he did.
Knowing what to expect now, she waved her tail at him and braced herself to take him into her body. This was it, the moment of joining. The moment when they would connect forever. No going back. This was not just very hot sex. This was more. This was from the heart. Everything within her had known the second she stepped into The Bar that she had met her mate. It just had seemed so illogical. So…so…unbelievable. Yet here they were, making a silent eternal pledge to each other. She had never felt
so elated.
In a minute, he was on her, his front paws latching onto her shoulders as his cock rammed home into her cunt. Fire shot through her as she felt the head of his shaft bump the mouth of her womb. She clenched her inner muscles around him, locking him in place as he began to hunch against her body. Her nerves were so highly sensitised when she was in wolf form that every thrust and retreat made her shudder with need. She loved it this way, without the need for a condom, feeling every ridge and bump of his penis. Skin to skin. Nothing between them. It was erotically exhilarating.
Mack rammed harder into her, and she pushed her hips back against him, rocking with him on every thrust. His cock swelled even more inside her, igniting the orgasm smouldering in her belly. Mack growled, bit down on her shoulder and exploded with the force of dynamite. Kelsey’s own orgasm erupted, her body shivering and shaking against the onslaught. The spasms went on and on, Mack gripping her with his paws, his teeth still lightly planted in her pelt.
This is it! Together. Forever. Mine, mine, mine!
When the last aftershocks rippled through them, Mack pulled free and rolled to the side, releasing her. Kelsey lay with her muzzle on her paws, panting. When Mack nudged her with his nose, she pulled herself to an upright position and waited for him to do the same.
Their run back to the house was far more leisurely than the trip out, both of them spent by their powerful orgasm. Inside the house, they shifted back to human form and collapsed on the couch, twined in each other’s arms. Mack’s sensual mouth pressed against the damp skin of her forehead, a kiss of possession, and she pressed herself more tightly against him. His cock, still damp from their joining, rested heavily against her thigh.
“We need a shower,” he told her when they regained some semblance strength.
“I can’t move,” she protested.
“I’ll carry you.”
And he did, standing her in the huge shower stall he’d put in, turning the faucet so a dozen tiny jets of mist sprayed them. He turned her this way and that, making sure every inch of her body was covered by the sprays. Taking a large bar of soap that carried the same pine scent he wore, he rubbed it vigorously between his palms until he’d worked up a rich lather.
His hands moved very slowly over her body, stroking the column of her neck, the slope of her shoulders. The roundness of her breasts. He massaged soap into each nipple until they were painfully aroused and liquid began to seep from her pussy where the tiny nerve still sparked from the feel of Mack’s naked cock. He moved over the roundness of her belly, pausing to twirl a fingertip in her navel then continued down through the curls covering her mound and into the wetness of her slit.
His hand urged her thighs apart before returning to soap every inch of her labia, her inner lips, her clit which shrieked in response, as aroused as she was. Inside her pussy, fingers rubbing and teasing.
And all the while, his eyes held hers, eyes so filled with emotion her heart turned over.
Then his fingers went to her back and danced down the ridges of her spine. Massaged her hip. Her buttocks. The cleft of her ass. Pressed the tightness of her anus and pushed inside. Two fingers coated with the rich soap moved in and out, his other hand pressing against her cunt, her clit trapped between two fingers.
She wanted him again. How could she want him so badly so soon?
He pulled his fingers from her body and handed her the soap. “Your turn.”
Her hands shook with need as she massaged the rich lather into his shoulders, down the length of his arms, across his chest, taking care to rasp his flat nipples until they swelled in response. Across his hard abdomen, down to his thick cock which responded at once to her touch, swelling and pulsing. Then to the heavy sac that contained his balls. She rubbed the very sensitive area beneath them.
Then to his back, ridges of muscle as hard as his spine. Taut buttocks that had no give to them. Boldly, she rubbed the cleft of his ass, then, gathering in a deep breath of courage, plunged two fingers into his hot, tight rectum.
He jerked, and a low moan rolled from his throat, but he pushed back against her, silently urging her on.
Then they couldn’t stand it anymore, either of them. In a rush of need, Mack rinsed them both off, lifted her up in his strong arms and plunged inside her with one hard thrust.
“Mine,” he said, his burning gaze holding hers.
“Yes. Yours. As you are mine.”
Kelsey wrapped her legs around him and held herself tightly against him as she rode his powerful strokes, head thrown back, pleasure gripping her in its sensual vice.
This time, he didn’t tease. This time, he didn’t draw it out. They had coupled as wolves, but now the need to join as humans was too great to take their time. They exploded in a climax so violent it shook them both. Mack’s mouth took hers in a predatory kiss, drinking from her, his tongue searching every inch of her hot cavern.
The shower beat down on them as they collapsed on the floor, leaning against the cool tile. Neither could speak. It took too much energy just to breathe.
Mack broke the silence. “I love you, Kelsey. You’re mine.”
“I love you, too,” she told him.
“You can’t go back to the city. I want you here with me.”
“I know.” She blew out a long breath. “I think I’ve had enough of the city for a while, anyway. Even though my own house is in the Hill Country, I’ve discovered I love it up here.” She turned to him. “At least, I love it wherever you are. I plan to talk to Luke about it at dinner.” She let out another shuddering breath. “I want to meet your friends, too. Maybe as we continue our search for others of our pack who might have survived, we can do the same for you.”
“Or form a new pack together,” he told her.
She smiled at the thought. “Yes. A new pack. I like that.”
“Will your partners give you any grief about leaving Texas?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Luke and Sierra take cases up here. If I’m here permanently, we can open a branch of The Sentinels and give everyone another place to work from.”
He bent his lips and pressed his mouth to hers, a gentle kiss, not an erotic one, filled with so much emotion it brought tears to her eyes.
“Just as long as you remember what your first priority is,” he chided her.
She smiled. “To take care of what’s mine.”
He nodded. “Same goes. You’re mine, Kelsey, and I’ll love you forever.”
She reached up and pulled his head back down to hers, smiling into his amber eyes. “Forever.”
About the Author
I always wanted adventure and change in my life, and I certainly got it. I grew up in Maine, a beautiful place to live, then lived in the Midwest and Florida. Now I make my home in the Hill Country of Texas, truly God's chosen place on earth. My husband, David, is a sixth generation Texan, tracing his roots here back to the time when Texas was a Republic, so retiring here was a dream we finally fulfilled.
I've had a lot of firsts in my life – first female sports report on The Michigan Daily at the University of Michigan; first woman to own a rock and roll agency in Detroit, the home of Motown; first woman president of the Pasco (Florida) Economic Development Council.
I graduated from the University of Michigan with a double major in English and History, and a minor in Economics, and went on to have at least four careers. When my children were small, I satisfied my need for writing by working for weekly newspapers. I had a wild and wacky time managing rock and roll bands. I joined the insanity of retail with a string of shoe stores. I worked in fundraising, public affairs and community relations. But writing fiction was always my dream. I had a lot of stops and starts, but it wasn't until we retired that I could devote myself to it full time.
My wonderful husband, David, encourages me and supports me in my dream. Our children are all grown and on their own, and are my biggest fans.
When I'm not writing I'm an avid reader – anything and everything
– and watching football, especially my beloved Michigan Wolverines. David and I golf and target shoot, and of course enjoy life in the gorgeous Texas Hill Country, where most of my stories are based.
I am a member of Romance Writers of America, and San Antonio Romance Authors, Diamond State Romance Authors, and Passionate Ink chapter of RWA.
Email: [email protected]
Desiree loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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