“Somewhere safe.”
“What about Evan? We can’t leave here without him.”
“He’ll find us.”
Cassidy ground her jaw down hard to keep from arguing. How could he be so calm and collected? Evan could be injured or worse.
“What about Matthew and Patrick?”
“They’re right behind us.”
Sure enough, when she looked over Garret’s shoulder, they were running alongside Travis in their wolf forms.
When they cleared the forest, she could see the moon high in the night sky. Thin clouds rolled along, not detracting from its beauty. It was full and larger than she’d ever seen it. She swore she’d be able to touch it if she reached out and tried.
“It’s orange tonight,” she said. Garret had stopped at the edge of the roadway, admiring the same sight as her. The bay of wolves could be heard in the distance, and she wondered if one of them was Evan or Scott.
“It’s a sign. Tonight you’ll be ours.”
Even in the current state of affairs, he was still ready for sex and blood. She couldn’t deny her own longing either. Garret’s arms were like steel bars carrying her without falter. His strength and rugged sex appeal were a constant turn-on. She shifted to the side and kissed his neck, needing to feel the texture of his firm skin against her lips. He growled, adjusting her weight before continuing on.
“Where we going?” she repeated.
“Our truck isn’t far from here.”
It wasn’t an answer, but she didn’t question him again. She savored the strong beat of his heart against her ear and the constant crunch of gravel as he walked. The heavy breathing of the wolves behind them was a promise of safety. The numerous sounds combined to lull her into a quiet acceptance. Whatever was meant to be would be no matter how much she worried. She had to trust Garret to make the best decisions. He’d proved his love on more than one occasion. He loved Evan as much as her, and he knew how important her brother was.
Once in the truck, she fell asleep to the hum of the engine and numerous hands caressing her hair and face. Exhaustion won out, and her dreams were vivid as they traveled along the bumpy dirt roads.
* * * *
“She’ll kill you,” said Patrick. He rubbed his hand up and down his tattooed arm, watching the sleeping beauty between them.
“What the fuck would you have me do, Red?” Garret slipped off the bed and paced the room. “It’s the beginning of the end—the fire, and now unrest in Rockford’s house. It’s not safe in Climax anymore. It’s no place for Cassie.”
“We can’t just run away. This is home. And you know how she feels about setting down roots.”
Patrick was caught in the middle. Garret was his alpha and his decisions were sound. It was chaos in Climax. He’d lost track of how many males were after their woman. The only logical solution was to get far away from the epicenter until things cooled over.
Unfortunately, that also meant separating Cassidy from another potential half brother. And a short-term nomad lifestyle, which he knew she hated with a passion.
“It’s only temporary,” said Garret. “I don’t like this any more than you do.”
Gregor mining would be closed down until they returned. Patrick already felt stir-crazy being in the city surrounded by millions of humans. He glanced out the small window and shuddered at the sight. An endless sea of lights greeted him rather than the calming darkness of a true night sky. His wolf felt captive, not unlike his years of confinement as a child. He needed the forest like a fish needed water.
Cassidy mewled and moved about under the blankets. Rather than ease awake, she sat up with a start, her breathing panicked. “Where am I?”
He sat down on the bed and cooed, combing his fingers through her tousled hair. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe with us.”
She scanned the room, her brow lowered. “A real bed? Blankets? Pictures on the walls? What kind of place is this?”
“It’s a hotel,” said Garret. “And not a very good one.”
“There aren’t any hotels in Climax.” She slipped off the bed and rushed over to the same window Patrick had just looked out of. “The city? You brought me back to the city?”
“It’s the only safe place right now,” Garret insisted.
“Bullshit!” She hugged herself as she paced the room. “Evan’s still up north, isn’t he? How could you just run away?”
“Corbin and his pack are crazy enough to start a fire to get their hands on you. And have you forgotten about the two other wolves ready to die in order to stake a claim?”
“One of them is my brother.”
Garret shook his head. “So he says.”
“You told him to come to the mine in the morning. We won’t even be there by morning. You’ve had this planned all along, haven’t you?” She was irate. Patrick leaned back on the bed to watch the show. Any minute and she’d start beating on his alpha. Travis and Matthew appeared in the doorway to see what the commotion was.
Garret’s jaw was set hard. “Both of you go hunting. Bring back meat for Cassie. She hasn’t eaten all day.”
“Hunting? We’re in the city, Garret. What will they hunt—an unfortunate squirrel?”
Patrick tried to hide the smile on his face as his alpha squirmed under their female’s tirade.
“Buy food, then. Go now.”
Once Matthew and Travis left the room, Garret stood up, grabbed both Cassidy’s wrists, and then flipped her onto the bed. Her breath caught, her eyes wide in surprise.
“Listen, little pet, you’re testing my last nerve. My forest has burned, my business is going to shit, and my right-hand man is missing. This hasn’t been a great day for me either. But I’ve said nothing because I’d go through it all again in a heartbeat. Do you know why? Because I love you, and I’d do anything for you.”
She kept quiet, looking up at him as he trapped her in place.
“I–I want to go home. To Climax.”
Garret let out the breath he was holding, his head briefly nodding low. “Baby, I want to be home, too. I promise I’ll have us back as soon as things are safe.”
“You mean as soon as I’m officially Gregor property. That’s the only way I’ll be safe from other werewolves, right?”
“It couldn’t hurt.”
He hoped to the gods Evan was safe. Surely he wasn’t foolish enough to risk his life in the fire. There was more to consider than his honor. He had a woman to think about, a new pack that counted on him.
Part of the markings on his arm symbolized his future with his one true mate. He’d never paid heed to the ancient tattoos given to him by elders when he was an adolescent. Now they rang true, reminding him that nothing was more important than family.
Patrick spoke up. “Since Matthew is the only one here left to mark her, I’d say we should have some fun with it. Then Evan can firm up the deal when we head back.”
“That sounds like a plan to me,” said Garret. He leaned over and nipped her side, making her squeal. The tension on her face eased.
“And if I refuse?” she asked, toying with them. It was something she loved to do, and he enjoyed her naughty games.
“You should know us better than that, little one. I’m not averse to turning you over my knee.”
“Or tying you to this bed,” added Garret.
She bit her lip, slowly releasing it as she looked between them. “Then let’s get started.”
Chapter Eight
Garret had been right. She was being selfish, only thinking of her own feelings and needs. If she was worried about Evan, then Garret had to be worried tenfold. The men had a lifetime of history together. All the pack members were Garret’s responsibility as the alpha.
Cassidy wasn’t the only one who wanted to return to Climax. Her miners were not city slickers. They looked like fish out of water, desperate to return to their little piece of heaven in the northern wilderness. But even that paradise was tainted. She’d brought trouble to her men
and their way of life. Guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders, and part of her considered returning to her solitary life where she could do no damage. But she was selfish, too in love to give up what she had.
Why on Earth were other shifters obsessing over her? Was the new Scott even her brother at all? Did she want to find her blood relative so blindly that she’d fall victim to another con?
Cassidy was starting to think she may just have wolfen blood in her veins after all. Why else would strange men suddenly be willing to kill for her? Wolf men. The opposite sex never noticed she existed before coming to Climax. She wanted answers, but at the same time she didn’t want to know the whole truth. It was scary to think she didn’t even know herself at all. Being an orphan was bad enough, but not realizing she wasn’t even human was far worse. Who was the woman in the mirror?
“Where should we start?” asked Garret.
She’d encouraged Patrick and Garret, teasing in every subtle way possible. If she was going to be trapped in the city for a short time, they may as well enjoy it. Worrying about Evan wouldn’t help, and like Garret said, he was the biggest and strongest in the pack with a solid head on his shoulders. He had to be okay.
The effects from the love bites on her neck and body had never fully subsided. They still throbbed to a uniquely sexual beat. And if there was any way to escape reality, it was at the hands of her Gregor men. Right now she had to forget absolutely everything before she lost her mind.
She knew exactly what to say to get their full attention. “You can start by giving me your cocks.”
“You give in quickly, little one,” said Patrick. “Do you want us to take turns or can you take us both at once tonight?”
“I need both of you. I need more love bites.” She could admit to being addicted. The marks on her body were all she could think about. There was something indescribable about a wolf’s bite. After the initial stab of pain, the rush of heat was similar to the sweet zone before climax. The bond created by the connection was also incomparable, as if they were one person, one soul. The smell of blood and sex only added to the erotic appeal. Just thinking about it made her pussy pulse, the liquid heat escaping as she shifted about on the mattress. She rubbed her thighs together in a poor attempt to ease her desire.
“More bites? You’ll have to wait for Matthew to get back,” said Garret. “You won’t have an inch of flesh left unmarred if we continue marking you.”
“I don’t care,” she snapped. Cassidy reached out and ran her fingertip over Garret’s lip, lifting slightly in her hunt for fangs. They didn’t create fear in her. Rather, they were the promise of surreal pleasure. And right now pleasure was the only thing capable of making the world and its worries go away. It wasn’t long ago that the prospect of having werewolves for boyfriends was a nightmare turned reality. Now she could appreciate the many fringe benefits.
Garret held her wrist. “What’re you doing?”
“Where are they?” She felt like an addict desperate for her high. Instead of drugs, she wanted sex. Hard, dirty sex with all five of her men. Although four would have to suffice for tonight since they were far from home. Where were Travis and Matthew anyway? She didn’t want to wait another minute for a group seduction. After all the worry, stress, and preparation for the pack ceremony, she was strung tight, yearning for a satisfying release.
“I won’t mark you again, Cassie. Not tonight.” Garret was too controlled for her liking. Although his confidence and leadership were a turn-on, she wanted to see him desperate for her body, craving her touch.
“I need it,” she whined, writhing on the bed. Cassidy touched herself, running her hands over her breasts while maintaining eye contact with Gregor’s alpha. Every man had a breaking point, and she had all night.
He shook his head. “Just sex.”
She felt like a child, ready to kick and scream, but had to bide her time. Surely he’d give in sooner or later. He was part animal after all. “Fine.”
Patrick and Garret moved in like wolves to fresh meat, stripping her of all traces of her clothing. Their stubble scraped her face and breasts as they descended on her, kissing, licking, and nipping. She closed her eyes, absorbing their masculine scents and the increased sense of urgency. Their breathing became heavier, their touch firmer. She appreciated that they could take her hard and fast without treating her like a porcelain doll. Cassidy loved the fact that they didn’t hold back. Their most primitive of desires showed through in their foreplay.
“You didn’t have sex with me when you bit me,” she said as Garret kissed her inner thigh.
“You’re right.”
“I thought they went hand in hand…” She exhaled on a moan as he inched closer to her pussy. Her logic seemed sound, even to her. Maybe she’d get more of what she needed after all.
“Hush,” he said, finally rising up between her legs. He braced his arms on either side of her body, staring down at her. His dark waves of hair fell over his eyes. “We have all night.”
She nodded, her lips parting as her body became completely wanton. He lowered down and kissed her lips. The heat of his body scorched her breasts, defrosting her chilled skin and erasing any hesitation. He was so hard, so packed full of muscle. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, never wanting to let go.
“What if Peter never stops trying to find me?”
“I’ll do anything to protect you, Cassie.” There was such depth to his words that she knew in an instant he wouldn’t think twice about sacrificing the mine or even killing for her. The mere thought did amazing things for her libido. She’d gone from gawky Orphan Cassidy to a woman even wolf-shifting men from her dreams would happily die for. How had that happened?
“No male will ever touch you.” Patrick was near the head of the bed, leaning on his side. He stroked her cheek. “If they value their lives.”
They adjusted her body as if she weighed ten pounds, finally settling her between them. Garret’s stiff cock prodded her thighs as he held her close. Patrick’s breath tickled her neck when he leaned in to tease her erogenous zone with his tongue.
“Put my cock inside you, Cassie.” Garret’s possessive arm wrapped around her one way, Patrick’s the other. She was sandwiched between so much testosterone it was making her dizzy with need.
She did as asked, reaching down between them in search of Garret’s erection. He was hard as wood, her fingers barely meeting as she tried to wrap her fist around his massive cock. Her pussy was literally dripping in anticipation. She knew exactly what it felt like to have all those thick inches forced inside her.
“That’s a girl.” He continually kissed her, placing strategic kisses on her face and neck. She felt like a princess, wanted and desired. It wasn’t until she’d placed the head of his cock at her entrance that he kissed her on the mouth. Everything happened at once, the flood of heat and desire nearly overwhelming. His erection filled her, stretching her walls as the entire length sank in comfortably. And his kiss was raw passion, taking her to the clouds and back. It reminded her of why she fell in love with Garret in the first place, and why she’d never stop loving him.
Patrick’s moist finger penetrated her from behind, making her gasp. The dual stimulation was her weakness. Her heart rate immediately increased in preparation for what was to come.
“You’re tight, little one. Tight and hot.”
“Stop teasing me,” she said.
Patrick moved his finger in just the right way. As Garret began to move his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her cunt, Patrick mimicked the action with one finger. Then two.
“Don’t you like it?” He licked her cheek, his fingers wedged in her ass.
She nodded her head. “You know I do. I need more.”
Patrick moistened her tight rosette before pressing his broad cockhead at her rear entrance. Those first inches were always a challenge, no matter how many times she’d taken multiple lovers. She braced for the initial burn, her body turning stiff as he speared her asshole
with his cock. Cassidy reminded herself that no matter how feral her men became during sex, they always considered her needs first. He’d ensure he was gentle in the beginning.
“Relax,” Patrick cooed in her ear. “This is what you wanted.”
Garret moaned, a dark, masculine sound. “Tell us how it feels, Cassie.” He stopped thrusting as the second erection fought for space inside her body. She could feel Garret’s cock pulsing, raring to go.
“Tight. Full.”
“And the love bites?” Apparently, fighting for control had a sound, and it was evident in Garret’s tone. It was music to her ears.
She had to think about his question for a few moments. “Belonging. They’re more than sex. Each bite makes me feel like I belong to something bigger, that I’m not alone in the world anymore.”
“And you never will be. You’re part of Gregor now. Part of us.” Garret kissed her hard on the mouth as he fucked her. She could feel the two virile cocks rubbing along each other like finely tuned pistons. The delicious friction was her undoing.
The world heated several degrees, and she fought for air as the men increased their speed and force. Their hard bodies became sweat-glistened, their growls more animalistic. She felt tiny between them, hanging on and thoroughly enjoying the ride. Would she ever have her fill?
The cheap mattress protested as it rocked and bounced. Cassidy ran her hands over Garret’s tense biceps and broad shoulder. He was a beast. She heard a door slap shut but was too enthralled by her impending orgasm to even open her eyes. It had been a mistake. She wasn’t expecting to take her stimulation higher, but a cock pressed to her lips signaled the sex party was about to rise to a new level.
* * * *
The potent scent of sex hit Matthew like a wall when he entered the hotel suite. They’d played human, shopping in a local grocery store to get food for the night. It was uncomfortable being around people who stared and pointed. He wanted to return home to Climax. And he appreciated Cassidy even more after viewing the selection of women he’d come across. She accepted him for who he was, never judged or gave ultimatums. Now that the truth was in the open, it was only a matter of making things safe for Cassidy before they could be a real family together.
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