Mouth watering, Sabine tore the package open and bit into the spongy cake.
An explosion of creamy sweetness filled her mouth. “Oh my goodness, Drew, you give the best presents.”
He eased up on his elbow, the sleepiness drifting from his eyes. “I have better.” He retrieved a second package and passed it to her.
These cakes glistened like dark temptation, rich and chocolaty with a squiggle of white icing down the center.
“This might go a long way to make up for my suffering yesterday.” She didn’t lose any time devouring Drew’s new offering.
“How is your leg?” He ran his hand over her thigh and hip. His eyes grew grim seeing the fading pink marks on her skin.
“Fine, I hardly feel it.” She cradled his cheek in her hand. “The scars will fade. I’m thinking another cake or two might go a long way in completing my recovery.”
“You’ve had your morning treats. I think I’d like mine now.” Drew rolled her over onto her back. The gleam in his eyes hinted at a treat even more delicious than what she’d eaten.
She widened her eyes and sighed, infusing it with regret. “I’d repay your generosity, but I don’t have a thing to offer.”
Drew’s eyes narrowed until only his irises showed through his spiky black lashes. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Why don’t I do a little exploring and see what I can find.” He hooked her thighs over his forearms and the bulbous head of his cock nudged between the damp folds over her vagina. The pressure was enough to release a slick flow of moisture from her channel. The emission coated the knob, making it slippery. It slid glass-smooth over her tissues, sparking electric pulses over her body.
His brows shot up in mock surprise. “Now look at that, I’ve already found something. I wonder what else there is to find.”
Licking her lips, she husked, “Well, you should do a more thorough search. I’d hate it if you missed anything.” Sabine traced the smiling curve of his lips with her fingers.
“Hey, I’m detail oriented. No nook or cranny will be left unexplored.” He caught a fingertip between his teeth and nipped it. He drew it into his mouth and suckled. Her nipples tightened; Sabine tilted her hips to appease the yearning to have his shaft inside her. A mere inch slipped past the snug muscles at the mouth of her channel and they pulsed hungrily around him.
“Do that again.” He pressed his lips on her mouth, then her cheek, and slid them down her neck to rest them at the base of her throat.
“It’s involuntary.”
A tension filled shudder shook Drew’s lean frame. “Now why does that make me even more aroused than if you’d done that on purpose?”
“I have no idea, but let’s see what else I can do to make you feel the same way.” She pushed his arms from under her thighs, clamped them over his hips, locked her ankles behind him, and heaved upward.
The rigid length of his cock bore down into her, sliding over her sensitized flesh, filling her. The pleasure was an excessive cornucopia of bliss. Her fingers bit into Drew’s shoulder, her legs quivered against his haunches. She squirmed under him. Planted to the hilt, Drew’s pubic bone ground into her clit, the hair there adding another layer of stimulation.
A throaty moan slipped through her lips on a sigh.
“Good?” Dark carnal anticipation filled his eyes.
Caught up in how he made her feel, she stuttered, “Ahh yes, it’s so very good.”
“Let’s make it better.” He pulled out of her body. She floundered a bit, like a fish gasping for air. Here she was, wanting and willing, and he removed himself from where she needed him most.
Drew turned her around and put her on her hands and knees. He aligned his pelvis to her butt, and he leaned down to press his chest to her back. He rubbed his shaft’s slick head up and down the furrow of her slit. His teasing set her on the sharp edge between arousal and the glorious gallop to fulfillment.
“I don’t need any preparation. Do it.”
“Sabine, Sabine. Don’t be in such rush.” He brushed her hair off her back. Drew dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck and the tissues in her aching cleft pulled tight in response. The warm surface of his tongue heated her already-feverish skin and sent her pulse racing at a frantic pace.
“What are you doing to me?” As if she didn’t know it was his intention to drive her out of her mind. Could someone go insane anticipating pleasure?
She felt his smile against her skin. “After all we’ve done you don’t know?”
With his tongue flat against her skin, Drew eased down her body. He left a warm damp line all the way down the middle of her back and blew hot air over the moist streak. Sabine arched her back as a line of goose bumps rose along the length of her spine.
“Better?” he whispered.
“Yes, much better,” she managed to whimper.
“Then let’s shoot for the best.” Drew buried his nose into the crook of her neck. “Do you still want me, Sabine, want my mate’s mark?”
For once, she could answer him without feeling that her loyalties were divided. This was absolutely the right thing to do. The were in her flexed and expanded, opening to embrace the consummation of their werekin bond. An alluring scent she’d never exuded before wafted over them, a call to mate, she-wolf to were.
“Yes, mark me. Make me yours.” Sabine tilted her head to the side, baring her neck. She offered herself to him without reservations.
Drew gripped her hip, set his shaft at her opening, and his teeth at the crook of her neck. Sabine felt his fangs nick her skin, as his were responded to the lure sent out by her she-wolf.
Simultaneously, cock and fang sunk into her flesh. Her silky dew moistened her channel, and Drew claimed her by clamping his mouth into the sensitive nerves where her shoulder met her neck, as was his right.
His low, possessive growl reverberated through her, opening up a place hidden deep in her, and gave him a conduit to her heart.
The sting on her shoulder, and Drew’s sheath-stretching thrusts into her, tangled Sabine in a sweet, blissful surrender. The combined sensations were divine. They were freeing and binding all at once.
Pulled bow-string taut by the starburst of pure erotic pleasure, Sabine pushed back at Drew, meeting him thrust for thrust. The slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed across the small room.
Drew cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between is fingers. His other hand sought out her clitoris, and he slid two fingers on either side of the tightly drawn bud in rhythm with his hips.
Yes, as he promised, there was nothing like making love with your mate once the mark was in place. It was a rapturous loving, mind, body and soul unified.
With a lithe grace and power, he caressed the sensitized muscles hidden deep inside her with his member, ensnaring her in an ecstasy so complete it made her blind to everything except his spell over her body.
Her sheath clenched around Drew’s steely erection with a snug rippling grip. His appreciative grunts incited her to push back to take more, to give more.
His fangs held her in place and his shaft embedded in her satisfied his were’s basic need to master its mate. With every stroke and caress, she recognized the underlying tenderness with which Drew always made love to her. The were and the woman that made her whole welcomed his dominance and his loving. His hands, mouth and cock gave her what she needed.
Drew clamped on her hips and jutted deep into her. His cock’s blunt crown brushed her cervix drawing copious amounts of succulent fluids from her. The heady odor mixed with his spoor pushed them to another level of eroticism. The inward lunges of his hips were unrelenting. His groin moved in rhythm with her backward heaves, and the heavy scrotum played a sweet aria over her clit.
Sabine dug her knees and nails into the bedding. An orgasm rolled over her like a flash flood. It swept her up and carried her along the raging rushing rivers of sheer joy.
Drew found his release one step behind her. She felt the pulsing spray of his life-giving elixir enter her body. Glutt
onous, she greedily absorbed the sensation, his fluids sliding silkily over her heated tissues.
“I love you,” Drew growled starkly in her ear, his arms wrapped around her.
Senses overloaded, Sabine gave herself over to ‘la petite mort.’
* * * *
A lazy, rhythmic petting over her breasts eased Sabine from a deep sleep to a hazy wakefulness. Her eyes fluttered open to meet Drew’s warm sleepy regard.
“Hey there.” The look of pure male smugness on his face elicited a soft laugh from her.
“Don’t you look self-satisfied?”
His faint smile widened into to a cocky smirk. “I’m a happy man.”
Her nipples grew hard under his caresses. “Are you now?”
“Yep. I’ve got myself a mate who fits me to a tee.” His fingers curved over her breast. He nuzzled her neck and laved at the area he’d branded. Drew levered himself up to stare down at her, his eyes grave. “A mate who fills the place in my heart that was aching and hollow.”
His words cemented her sense of belonging. She now had a place in his heart that was exclusively hers. He loved her truly for her, not for what she could do for him as a Silverwolf. She’d found her mate.
She arched her back, and Sabine pressed her breasts into the pleasure-evoking caresses showered on her receptive flesh. How could she ever have believed she could have left him?
“As you have for me.” Sabine eased up and pressed her lips to his.
“She’d be damn near perfect, if she followed orders,” Drew said against her mouth.
“Would it be a bad time to point out to you if I hadn’t come running, you might not be able to play with my breasts right now?”
“That’s one way of putting it, but we’d have to have that chat about your failure to stick to the plan. I’m still reveling in the fact that you finally have my mark on your skin, and I have my sister back. Have you any idea what the odds are that I got her back virtually unscathed?” Amazement tinged Drew’s words.
“Incalculable, I imagine.”
“I have no doubt she’ll come to her senses and dump that arrogant mutt she’s hooked up with.”
“Ahh, she has his mate’s mark on her. Do you see the way they look at each other? I wouldn’t be so sure that’s going to happen, since they seem very attached to each other,” she pointed out dryly. It was plain to see the mating between Aimee and Micah would hold true.
Drew’s hand stilled. An aggrieved frown settled over his face. “He’s not good enough for her. He’s a surly, morose S.O.B.”
Pot calling the kettle black, Sabine thought. “Quite like somebody I met not too long ago.”
Displeasure tightened Drew’s face. “Crap, do you really think it’d be hard to pry them apart?”
“Would you let me go now that I carry your mark? She carries his cub.”
Drew sighed and rolled up into a sitting position. “Yeah, but we mesh.”
“Now, yes, but we weren’t an easy fit in the beginning. He adores her.” Sabine eased up on her elbow and took a good look at the room for the first time.
Unadorned metal walls painted a putrid green coated the bulkhead. The only furniture was the narrow bunk, a table and chair, all bolted to the floor.
The gentle rocking she woke up to earlier increased to a vertigo-inducing undulation. Sabine imagined if she stood up, she’d need to grab on to something to keep from tumbling to the floor.
“I bet she’s suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something like that. Saffa is a trained physiologist. She could council Aimee and get her head sorted out. Then we can shed Micah like last winter’s fur.”
“There are some obstacles that can’t be overcome, Drew.” She hoped at some point it would occur to him that the were whom he despised so had kept his sister safe.
Drew’s eyes turned serious. “Speaking of impediments, one of the reasons why you wouldn’t take the final step to consummate our union was because you were resolved to keep the Silverwolf name alive through our cub. Sabine, I’d do anything in my power to make you happy, but that’s something I couldn’t do.”
She nodded. “I know. I’ve come to the realization that I couldn’t take our cub from you.”
If she’d insisted on having her way, she’d lose Drew, and the family they’d create together for their cub. Their child’s existence would be a bone of contention between two packs. She would never lay such a burden on a child of hers, her much longed for cub. The ever-present ache in her pelvic girdle expanded. She’d hoped the heaviness in her pelvis was a sign her breeding cycle was about to begin.
“When we get back to Colorado, I’ll tell my father I can’t honor my promise.” The strain her vow had put on her dissipated as she said the words out loud, and Sabine felt an enormous burden fall from her shoulders.
Drew relaxed as if he’d held his breath, expecting the worst. “Thank you. We will go see your father together. You know, something’s bugging me about Balthazar’s request. For such a hide-bound traditionalist, his entreaty is a huge contradiction.”
“Why? Keeping your family name alive is a matter of pride.”
“That’s my point. No were would ask another to hand over his cub, a child of his bloodline. It goes against everything we hold dear. It doesn’t add up.”
“Well you can ask him what his reasoning behind his actions was,” Sabine suggested glumly, not looking forward to facing her father. “How soon do you think we get off this boat?”
“With a little luck we can head home in a day or two, at the very latest. I have a plan.”
She lay back and closed her eyes. “Well what is it? I’d do just about anything to set foot on dry land again.”
Drew sat up and swung his legs off the bunk. “I’m going to see if I can find a way to contact Royal and ask him if he can put the Redmavens at the place we stayed until we get them sorted out. You and your pack sisters can keep them hidden while we clean up this fiasco.” He didn’t come right out and say it, but the implication was she’d be staying behind.
Well, somebody was delusional. “Oh, really? And just where do you think you could go where I can’t follow?”
“Sabine, you saw what those chemically altered weres turn into. Remember what they did to you?”
She thrust out her chin. “You need me more than ever. They think they have leveled the playing field, but they miscalculated. As you pointed out, I have a way of nosing them out.”
Drew shook his head. “We have no room for error. If you come with us, and I do emphasize if, you do as we practiced, and in the name of all things Holy, follow the plan.”
He was right and she knew it, she made the grudging admission. “I am no match physically for one of the modified weres. I’ll do as you ask, to the letter this time. Tell me what you need.”
“What we need is to get to Bardo.”
“Isn’t the were who Micah thinks has Milo the bigger threat?” She really wanted to get her hands on samples of his work to decipher the vapors in the formulas.
“Yeah, but if Micah takes out Bardo first, he becomes the Redmaven alpha. I’m hoping that most of the rogue weres who are still loyal to Bardo might fall in line to keep the number of kills down. Justice is concerned this conflict is going to play out in an urban area. We’ve garnered some attention down in Savannah with that exchange of words between Bardo and Micah by the dock. It’s all over the news that the police think it’s the gangs warring over drug turf. We’d like to keep it that way.”
Sabine gaped at Drew when she realized what his plan meant. “You’re going to relinquish your right of retribution to Micah.”
It was the right thing to do, and the enormity of his concession awed Sabine. She reached up and brushed her lips across his mouth. He was a true son of the werekin, more so than her father was because he put the needs of their race before his beliefs.
Her mate, her wanted mate.
“Situation calls for it. Besides, the sooner he gets what he needs, the quicker we ri
d ourselves of this blade hanging over our heads. I’m getting pretty damned tired of living on the edge of a blade, epically since I’m not the one holding the knife.”
Chapter Thirty-two
The tart scents of anxiety and frustration filtered into the cabin. The fact that they came from Aimee had Drew springing off the bed and stalking across the cabin. He ripped open the door to find her standing in the gangway with her foot poised to kick on the door.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. What could possibly be wrong?” Aimee answered with a tight smile before she brushed past him to enter his cabin. “Why are you men so stubborn and uncompromising?”
Not knowing how to answer the question, Drew scratched his stubble-roughened chin. “Ah, is this a trick question?” He looked over at Sabine who gave him a negligible shrug. Aimee dropped the tray she carried on the table and placed a folded pile of clothes on the bunk.
Sabine slid off the bed with greedy eagerness to check out the food. Her face fell with disappointment when she saw whatever rested on the platter.
“What’s this?” She spooned up a runny white mound and allowed it to drop back into the bowl. It landed with a wet plop.
“Oatmeal. It’s good for you.”
Sabine’s pursed her lips with distaste. “Can’t be. It looks like mucus.”
Aimee’s face flushed with embarrassment before a cunning look crept into her eyes. She turned to face Sabine. “Micah said that he’d paddle my backside if I told Drew we were running out of food and diesel for this tub. But…he never said I shouldn’t mention it to my new sister-in-law.”
Sabine nodded in affirmation. “No he didn’t. I do believe you followed his edict of your alpha to the letter.” The last words accompanied by a snort.
The two women smiled at each other in perfect understanding. Drew could almost see a bond forming between his mate and his sister. It was a good thing, he thought. Until they turned and looked at him expectantly.
Now, why the hell did he feel like he had two loaded shotguns pointed at him? It was enough to make a sensible man turn tail and head for the hills.
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