Dire Wolves Blind Spot

by Cynthia Sax

  She made him laugh a lot. He’d chuckled when she demolished the steak and eggs he’d made her for breakfast. He’d grinned when she got so much joy out of kicking the stuffing out of the dummy. Maggy liked to think he was laughing with her, not at her.

  “I want to show you one more thing.” Pavel towered beside her, throwing off body heat like a sun-baked rock. “If a man approaches you, you do this.” He jabbed the dummy’s nose, the movement so quick his hand blurred. “Upward. It will down a human. A wolf will recover but it will buy you some time.”

  “Like this?” She copied his motion. Satisfaction buzzed through her as the dummy’s head flopped.

  “Nyet,” he rumbled, his Russian accent strong. “Like this.” He clasped her wrist, his chest behind her head. “With the heel of your hand, up.” He showed her. She leaned back. His cock was hard against her ass. “Again.” He stepped away.

  Maggy sighed. He wanted her and she wanted him yet he denied them both. She took her frustration out on the dummy, slamming his stuffed head against the post.

  “Good.” She warmed at his approval. “Again,” he repeated. He made her practice each move over and over until it felt natural. She pictured Drex and all the men who took from her without asking as she punched the dummy’s nose. The post swayed.

  “See your strength?” he pointed out. “You are not helpless. You are strong.”

  “I am strong.” She hit the dummy in the nose, following the attack up with a kick to the nuts. “Take that, Drex.” She kneed him for good measure. “You messed with the wrong wolf.” She punched him with her right fist, followed by her left and another right hook.

  “Groin, nose, only. No punching the chest.” Pavel’s right arm wrapped around her waist. She kicked out as he lifted her. “It will do nothing except tire you.”

  She stilled as he nipped her neck. It was a claiming gesture. Had he claimed her? “Pavel?”

  “Nyet, Maggy.” He shook his head. “Come. We should leave.” She slid along his body, her feet returning to the ground.

  They walked toward the truck, as large and imposing as he was. He was giving up his rented cabin, his sanctuary by the lake, to accompany her across the country. She should tell him no, that she could find her own way. She should, but being with him felt so right. She didn’t want to be alone anymore so she kept quiet.

  He opened the passenger side door. Maggy hesitated. This had happened before. A wolf had given her a ride after he was done with her. He’d taken her, not to the bus station as she requested, but to a wolf he’d owed money to. Maggy shivered at the memory.

  A large hand squeezed her shoulder. “I will protect you, Maggy.” Without her asking, Pavel addressed her fears. Did he feel it too, the bond between them?

  She climbed up into the cab, the jeans he’d retrieved from her motel room pulling tight across her ass. When she looked back at him, his silver eye had darkened. Need rolled through the afternoon air. He leaned forward. She met him halfway. His lips covered hers. His fingers entangled in her hair, spreading over the back of her skull. He feasted on her. She devoured him. He tasted of beef and mint and passion.

  “We should leave.” He pulled back. They both breathed heavily. He swung her legs forward, his lips brushed against her cheekbone, and he closed the door.

  * * *

  They drove for hours. Maggy talked, telling Pavel about what she’d seen and done in her travels. She left out the bad parts, keeping the conversation light. Pavel didn’t say much. He stared at the road, his big hands on the wheel.

  “We’ll stop here,” he interrupted her story, pulling into the parking lot. The truck’s tires spat up gravel, rattling against the underbody like raindrops on a tin roof.

  He parked in front of a white clapboard building. The neon sign in the window blinked “Motel/Diner.” “Are we getting something to eat?” She smoothed down her hair and tugged on her shirt. It was his shirt, tied in a knot at her stomach, the sleeves rolled up. It smelled like him, the scent making her pussy wet. She wiggled in her seat.

  “We’ll eat and sleep.” He opened her door and reached up.

  She placed her hands on his shoulders. They were broad and strong, shoulders a wolf could depend on. Their bodies smacked together as he lowered her. His hard cock pressed against her stomach. “Pavel?” She wanted him.

  “Not now.” Another truck pulled up beside them. Four men, shorter than Pavel but still large, exited. Pavel stood in front of Maggy, blocking her view. She sniffed the breeze. They were wolf. “Stay close.”

  “I will.” Four male wolves traveling together smelled like trouble. If she had been alone, she would have continued driving. With Pavel, she was safe. He had taken on three wolves, she reminded herself as she followed him into the motel. He would protect her.

  A greasy-haired man sat behind the reception desk, his feet propped up. He straightened as they approached, taking the toothpick he was gnawing on out of his mouth. “What can I do you for?”

  “We need a room.”

  He didn’t ask for two beds. Maggy touched the small of his back, above his leather belt. They would share a bed and much more. She stroked the soft cotton of his shirt.

  “Maggy,” Pavel growled as he paid the man. He turned his head to survey the lobby. Maggy looked also. She saw nothing. He palmed the key and took her arm. “Come.”

  She planned to. She traipsed beside him, resisting the urge to skip. Lucky number four was their room number. Pavel examined the door both front and back, testing the locks, knocking on the wood. Maggy pulled the multi-colored bedspread back from the bed. The sheets looked clean, gleaming white.

  She unzipped, wiggling her jeans over her hips until they fell to the carpeted floor. She wore black lace thong panties, Pavel having retrieved only her sexiest undergarments from the motel room.

  “What are you doing?” His voice rumbled over her.

  She turned. The door framed him. Eyebrows shielded his silver eye. His jaw was clenched. “I need you, Pavel.”

  “For protection.” His lips thinned. A tick pulsed on his scarred cheek.

  She untied her shirt. “For that too.” Her fingers fumbled with the buttons. He didn’t move, watching her, no expression on his chiseled face. “I need you inside me.” He wanted her. His cock was clearly outlined in the denim. Her shirt fluttered to the floor. Her bra, matching the panties, pushed her breasts up and out. “What do you need?” She slid a finger around each cup, caressing her nipples.

  A noise, halfway between a growl and a moan, rose up from his chest. “You.” He prowled toward her, ripping off his shirt and shucking his jeans and briefs. She only had time to remove her panties before he tackled her to the bed. He twisted as they fell and she landed on top of him. Callused hands held her cheeks while he licked her lips, sucked on her mouth, nipping at her until she opened. He ravished her mouth, filling it with his tongue. It wasn’t enough. She needed more of him inside her.

  “You can have me.” She straddled his waist, his cock nudging between her bare ass cheeks. She knew lust. She’d seen it in enough men’s faces. It was there in Pavel’s face also, but there was more. Mate, her heart whispered.

  She reached around her back and unhooked her bra strap. He caught her breasts as they were freed, kneading them, stroking her nipples with his thumbs. One hand was rough yet unblemished. His other hand was ridged with deep scars. That unique combination made her pussy throb. “I’m yours, Pavel.”

  He sat up, his cock cradled by her ass, and took a breast into his mouth. She ground her pussy against his ripped stomach, holding his head to her as he suckled. “Devour me,” she crooned. Want me, need me, love me, she silently added. If only they could stay like this forever.

  His fingers trailed down her backbone over the curve of her ass. “Ride me, Maggy.” He parted her ass cheeks.

  “Ride you?” He was wolf. He was alpha. “Don’t you prefer it” -- she leaned forward over him, her ass in the air -- “this way?” Wolves liked it doggy-st
yle, the female in a submissive stance under them.

  He nipped the tender skin below her breast. “You are strong enough to take me, mate.” Mate. Maggy’s mind clouded with emotion. Had she heard that correctly? He lifted her by her waist. Had he claimed her as his mate? She positioned his cock and sank down on him. He was large, stretching her until he filled her completely. “Set the rhythm, Maggy.” He thrust upward.

  That spurred her into motion. She rose, his cock sliding partially out of her pussy, and descended, riding her great, silver wolf. He cupped her breasts. She leaned over, using his hands as support, and her hair fell forward, partially hiding her view. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feel of him underneath her, angling her body so her clit was rubbed with each downward stroke. He was one with her and she was one with him, two solitary creatures linked physically and emotionally.

  “You are killing me, mate.” His deep voice held need. He stared up at her, his face stark with emotion. He needed her. She bent over him to nip along the scars on his jaw. This big, strong wolf needed her. His hands slid down to knead her ass cheeks, his cock hardening even more inside her. “Faster,” he urged.

  “Not too fast,” she cautioned, caressing his chest. She couldn’t hold back her smile of satisfaction. He lay powerless beneath her. She was in control. She teasingly slowed her movements, lowering until he filled her completely and then grinding against him. He felt so good.

  “Maggy,” he warned. He was past playing, and so was she. She needed the same thing he did -- a fast, hard fuck that left them both panting. She increased her speed, smiling as he groaned his approval. His hands pulled down on her hips, their bodies slapping together.

  She rode him faster and faster, her pussy clenching and unclenching his cock in a desperate bid for release, until finally her world exploded. Arching her back, she called his name. His hips jerked upward, and her name joined his. Heat filled her pussy. The smell of his cum teased her nostrils. He shook under her quivering thighs. “That was…” Their passion had melted all her words. She laid her body on top of his, his cock remaining limp and spent inside her.

  “Da, da. I know, Maggy.” Pavel caressed her, stroking her back. “Never has it been this way.” He kissed her forehead.

  He was her mate, she was certain of that. Would he take her as his mate permanently? She wanted to ask him but couldn’t dredge up the courage. Maggy closed her eyes, listening to Pavel’s slowing heartbeat. Reality would come soon enough. She wished to prolong this fantasy. It might be the closest she ever got to being loved.

  Chapter Three

  “Do you want another coffee?” Maggy asked, her red hair wet. She had insisted on showering, claiming she was covered with grime from the road. He didn’t like it. Only the shirt she was wearing carried his scent, marking her as his.

  The four youths outside the door, smoking cigarettes, waited for them. They wanted a fight and no one at the diner -- a shapeshifter haven where questions weren’t asked -- would stop it from happening. Fighting four wolves at once was a challenge even for him and this situation confirmed what he already knew. Maggy needed a pack to protect her. He wasn’t enough.

  “Pavel?” Green eyes looked to him expectantly.

  “Nyet, no more coffee.” He stood, tossing dollar bills on the table. The food had been greasy and unappetizing but that was not why his stomach rolled. It was time to test Maggy’s training. “You take the smallest one, the one with the blond spiky hair.” That wolf was larger than Maggy but he didn’t look very bright, his eyes glassy. “Strike hard and fast. Groin, then nose.”

  A swallow traveled down her long neck. “And if he shifts?”

  She was fucked. “You shift too.” She would be wolf meat in human form. “If he grabs you, you roll. Don’t let him clasp onto you.” They hadn’t covered fighting wolf to wolf. “Claw and bite. Aim for the eyes.” He touched his eye patch. That was how he had been downed. It had been an unlucky strike at his eye. The pain had been excruciating.

  “We can do this.” She put her hand on his arm. “I won’t let you down.”

  “I know.” He clutched her to him, kissing her thoroughly. If they lost this fight, it would be him who let her down. He wouldn’t fail; he balled his scarred hand into a fist, not again.

  Pavel swung the diner door wide, forcing the wolves to move to avoid getting hit. “Evening,” he addressed the young punks, leveling an intimidating glare on them.

  Three of the wolves stepped back. One, a big dark-haired teenager, snarled, “Where do you think you’re going with her? The redhead is ours, old man.”

  Maggy shivered against his side. Pavel bristled, his beast provoked by the threat. “She is mine.” He faced the teen directly, widening his stance, drawing himself up to his full height.

  “Not if we take her.” The youth swung.

  Pavel easily avoided the blow, landing an elbow in the middle of the black wolf’s back. The wolf yelped, falling to his knees. The three other pack members charged. Two made it to him. Maggy landed a solid kick to the third wolf’s groin. Pavel grinned without humor at her response. Although frightened, his mate obeyed him.

  He fought, keeping her in his limited range of sight at all times. The spiky-haired wolf squealed like a pup when his nose was broken. Inspired, Pavel cracked the fibula of one of his attackers, reducing his opponents to two. That prompted the youths to shift. Pavel shifted also, howling as his body changed, his clothes shredding, hair covering his skin.

  Once he was fully in wolf form, Pavel searched the parking lot for Maggy. His small red wolf stood in front of him, her jaws snapping at the yellow wolf. She was too far from him. He couldn’t protect her. He growled. She turned her head. He motioned behind him. She backed into his blind spot. He couldn’t see her there but he felt her presence, her tail beating against his side.

  The smaller black wolf leaped at him. Pavel batted him away, his claws digging into the wolf’s fur. There was a crunch as the body connected with the side of the diner and the air filled with the satisfactory scent of blood. The wolf was down and not getting back up.

  He turned his full attention to the leader. The wolf circled him. Pavel turned. Maggy pivoted with him, fitting in closer to his left shoulder. The black wolf growled. The yellow wolf growled back, his bark high and thin. They were coordinating their attack. Pavel nudged Maggy. She tensed beside him.

  The yellow wolf attacked, aiming for Maggy. Pavel resisted the instinct to defend his mate. That distraction was what the black wolf wanted. Her weight hit him as she rolled into his side. She would be okay, he told himself.

  A branch snapped to his left. Pavel couldn’t see the wolf but he heard him coming. Pain seared his shoulder, teeth cutting through his fur into his flesh. The black wolf foolishly held on, struggling to throw him to the ground, but Pavel was a bigger, stronger wolf. He simply twisted his neck, opened his jaws, and bit down on the young wolf’s neck. The wolf went limp.

  Pavel released him, the metallic taste of warm blood coating his tongue. There was no time to savor his victory. His mate continued to fight. Red and yellow fur swirled into one as the two wolves rolled. Pavel looked for an opening while Maggy’s front paws clawed at the male wolf’s face. Panic and pride competed within his heart. She was so small yet so fierce.

  She scratched the yellow wolf across the snout. He jerked away, breaking his hold on Maggy. Pavel stepped between them, growling. That ended the fight. The yellow wolf slinked back to his comrade with the broken leg, his tail between his legs.

  A warm tongue glided over Pavel’s shoulder wound. He twitched. With every lick, the connection between them grew stronger. Mate, he howled, announcing her status to anyone listening. He grabbed his shredded jeans in his mouth and strutted to their motel room door. There, he shifted into human form, retrieved his keys from his jeans pocket, and opened the door. His little red wolf darted inside and shifted in privacy.

  Maggy was a stunning woman clothed. Naked, she made his body shake with need.
She didn’t attempt to hide her small perfect breasts or the thatch of red hair at the apex of her thighs. She wanted him. He smelled her wet pussy. Her nipples were taut and pointed.

  “I can’t be gentle,” he warned. He wanted her desperately, and the excitement of the fight pulsed through his veins.

  “You’re hurt.” She flipped her hair away from her face. Her green eyes sparkled.

  “I was hurt. I am no longer.” He was a fast healer. The wound was closed. It would leave a scar but one more scar on his left side wouldn’t be noticeable.

  She danced away from him. “Then be as rough as you wish.” She jumped onto the bed, posing on hands and knees, her tight, toned ass in the air. “I can take it.” His cock twitched as she wiggled. “I can take you.”

  “Mate,” he rumbled, unable to say more, his beast clawing at him. He needed to claim her. He stalked toward the bed, positioning himself behind her, his cockhead dipping into her heat.

  “Mine.” He gripped her hips and slammed into her, balls deep. She was so tight, fitting him like a hot, wet glove.

  “Harder,” she moaned, pushing back against him.

  She knew what he needed. Did she need it too? He withdrew until only his cockhead remained inside her and surged forward. She swayed. The bed rattled.

  “Harder.” She arched her back, tilting her ass upward so her clit rubbed against his cock. Fuck, they were well matched. Pavel pounded into her again and again, losing himself in her body’s snug fit. His chest heaved and his muscles strained with the effort, her soft pants of pleasure driving him onward. Her pussy quivered, vibrating around his cock.

  “That’s it.” He covered her, his chest rubbing against her back as they rocked forward. She was a fierce little wolf. He’d fuck her into submission. “Come for me, mate.” He bit the base of her neck, marking her. That was all it took. She cried out, her pussy squeezing around his cock. He thrust deep, releasing his cum into her hot womb.