Her Wanted Wolf

by Renee Michaels

  Several of Rifkin’s cronies sprang and attached themselves to Sabine’s new ally like leeches, their teeth tearing at her fur. She tried to shake them off. Claws unsheathed, she raked at them. The bear collapsed under their weight.

  Even knowing what the consequences might be, Sabine didn’t hesitate, and she jumped to aid the woman she’d sworn to protect.

  Clamping her teeth in the back of a wolf’s neck, she ripped at the susceptible sinew, clawing at his vulnerable eyes and over the tender flesh in his nose.

  She was out of reach of his teeth and paws but her safe position was short-lived. Other wolves jumped into the fray, fangs sank into her shoulder and ripped at the tendons to do the most damage. But she didn’t let go, forcing the wolf under her to release the clump of flesh in his mouth.

  The confidence-bolstering scent of her mate’s spoor filled her senses, though it came with a rumbling growl of promised chastisement, a moment before he joined the conflict. The Lunedares had arrived en masse, bringing with them Micah and the rest of the rebellious Redmavens. Micah let out a call to surrender; some of Bardo’s followers did. The defiant were given no quarter.

  The consequent fight was chaotic and ferocious. She pulled in her belly to evade the deadly swipe of a strike. She slashed her attacker across the muzzle. Sabine found herself summarily shoved aside. But there was no way to avoid fighting. Her next opponent reared up to get at her neck from above. She swiped his exposed groin and he curled up into a ball.

  She fought a third were, until he fell under the double assault of Ishbel and Rafe coming to her aid.

  A sudden still fell over the combatants. Any rebellious Redmaven who wasn’t killed or wounded took off with vengeful weres hot on his heels.

  She hurt all over, even the tips of the individual hairs of her fur ached.

  Drew nuzzled her neck before he shifted. “Where are you wounded?” His face was badly abraded and turning purple from repeated blows. His eyes glittered with the fever of a fight.

  She changed and laughed shakily. “Where am I not hurt?” She couldn’t believe she’d come through with only one serious bite, but her body was a mass of bruises.

  Her mate snapped his dislocated shoulder into place, the bite marks on his skin already knitting together. “We are going to talk,” Drew threatened darkly, the authoritative tone of an alpha were warred with her lover and mate in his voice.

  She’d take whatever punishment he saw fit to mete out, and the loving comfort he’d smother her in, soon. “And we will, but first I need to speak to the girl.” She dragged herself up onto her feet, stumbled over to the bear in the midst of changing, and knelt beside her.

  She was no more than a little girl. Teeth rattling tremors racked her tiny, underdeveloped prepubescent body. She was going into shock. She smiled up at Sabine with gratitude and heart-wrenching sorrow.

  “Thank you, you’ve set me free.” The light that shone with the vitality of life was fading from her eyes. She was dying before their eyes.

  Feeling helpless, Sabine took her icy hand in hers. “We’ll get you help.”

  “No, I burned it all up, everything I had, and all that I was.”

  “What’s your name?” Sabine blurted out, although that was the last thing she meant to ask.

  “Don’t have one, always wanted one.”

  Pity for the unnamed girl spread like a hot ache in her chest. “Serene. I’ve always liked the name Serene. What are you?” The need to know tempered the guilt she felt for asking.

  Licking her parched lips, the answer came out in fits and starts. “The Silverwolves are not the only ones Milo used. He stole the multimorphs’ DNA years ago. He planted it into our chromosomes, but we can’t sustain the ability to change into multiple animals. We are good for three good shifts that are not our base form and we burn ourselves out.” Her hand tightened on Sabine’s. “Milo brags about what he does, intends to do. Stop him. There are more like me. Find them, save them.”

  Drew dropped down beside them and wrapped his arms around Sabine. “Where?”

  “Always in your backyard.” The cryptic words were the last the child breathed before the life faded from her eyes, and her pupils became fixed.

  “We can’t leave her here. What are we going to do with her?” Sabine asked through her tears.

  “We bury her with the rest of the Redmaven dead, on our home domain,” Micah said hoarsely from behind her.

  Shaken by the horrific implication of the dead girl’s words, Sabine turned to Drew. “We have to find Milo.”

  Drew rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. “Then the hunt goes on.”

  “No. The hunt is now my responsibly. Rifkin slipped away in the confusion. It is my obligation to find him, and stop Milo.” The mantle of leadership settled heavily on Micah’s shoulders, but he stood firm under its weight. “It’s Redmaven business.” He gathered the dead girl in his arms and walked away. His grief came off him in waves.

  Throat clouded by emotion, Sabine whispered, “I would be daunted by the task ahead of him if I walked in his shoes.”

  “No need, he’ll use his anguish as the base of strength to do what he must. Micah will lose more of his family before this is all over. However, he has the unwavering loyalty of his true pack. More importantly, he has the love of his mate. With that foundation, he will rebuild. I almost envy them this new adventure,” Drew mumbled above her head.

  “You want excitement,” Sabine murmured. “I’ll give you excitement.”

  “What did you have in mind?” The dark sensuousness in his voice melted her insides, her body tightened with her need for him.

  She pivoted on her heel to look up into Drew’s face. His eyes burned with lusty need. “You get to tell Balthazar our cub will not be a Silverwolf.”

  If she’d thought her words would douse his desire she was wrong.

  A carnal need, deep and fervent, shifted across his face. “Well, why don’t we make sure there is a cub before we break the good news to him? And since my nose is never mistaken, unless you mess with it, I perceive that your mating cycle is almost here. I say we take advantage of it and make us a baby. Something clean and removed from all this death.”

  She reached up and brushed a soft kiss across his mouth. “We can do that. Take me home, Drew. I have a sudden yearning for hearth and home.”

  Drew captured her lips, his tongue delved into the warm recesses between them, arousing her with a few deft strokes of his tongue. She ached, not in pain, but from the burgeoning of her body. The tissues in her cleft swelled until she thought they’d burst from the internal pressure. Her nipples hardened and elongated, hankering for Drew’s touch. She rubbed her breasts against his chest.

  He smoothed his hands over her back, groaning, and she wound her arms around his neck. Nothing else mattered, not the painful parting with her sister, or the dangers they’d face in the near future.

  “For God’s sake, you two, get a room. You’re spewing hormones and stirring up the rest of us.” Royal’s disgruntled complaint broke through the passionate haze muddling their minds.

  They broke apart laughing, but they’d pick up where they left off as soon as they were alone. The journey they were about to embark on they didn’t want to share with anyone else. It was theirs to travel.

  Chapter Thirty-six

  Drew’s body quaked as he took another plunge into Sabine’s sweet sheath, pinning her to the bed with his pelvis. Deeply planted in her, the crown of his cock nudged up against her cervix. The thought that he was an ejaculation away from impregnating Sabine added to the intensity of the moment.

  Ongoing spasms racked him. He fought to hold his body as still as he was able, to stave off his looming orgasm. The bliss in the delay was exquisite, similar to walking a tightrope, edgy, dangerous and exhilarating. It was almost too much to bear.

  He stared down at his mate and was grateful by what he saw. Nipples flushed and rosy, still damp from his suckling. Her eyes warm, loving and welcoming.


  Sabine tilted her hips, urging him to move. When he didn’t respond to her demands, she lifted her trembling legs and locked them over his ass at the ankles.

  Her eyes darkened with a sexy mischievousness, she hugged him close and brushed the turgid tips of her breasts over his chest.

  Drew’s abdominals tightened, his back bowed and his ball tightened. A fervent moan escaped through his gritted teeth.

  “Stop that,” he ordered, not sure he wanted her to stop at all. Her glove-snug channel slid over his rigid cock.

  “Why, don’t you like what I’m doing?” Her voice, a husky seductive drawl, revealed how affected she was. Sabine’s small hand curled around the nape of his neck, her fingers played over his skin, each slight tap an evocative caress.

  Oh, he liked it, very much. Her internal muscles milked him with tugging ripples that pulled him inward, and a constricting grip held him tight in her snug depths. He wanted it to last forever, and any additional provocation from her weakened his resolve to extend their lovemaking.

  His wicked, wanton mate was making it very difficult.

  * * * *

  Sabine clamped her thighs over Drew’s hips and wiggled her hips to prevent the heightened sensations holding her captive from ebbing. Everything in her simmered at boiling point, and his thrusts had her channel churning like a cauldron. Her breasts throbbed. She missed his warm mouth and agile intuitive tongue on the tips, aureolae, and the sensitive undersides of the full mounds.

  Mouths fused, they’d fallen into their bed as soon as they’d arrived at Drew’s personal den. Impatient, ripping at each other’s clothes, their need to be skin-to-skin driving them to recklessness abandonment. She responded to Drew’s hungry kiss, tasting, caressing, until they drove themselves into a lusty haze filled with desperate need.

  He’d lifted her and positioned her dead center on the vast bed. Breaths agitated, he’d lubricated the spongy bulbous knob on his shaft and sunk heavily into her. His lids lowered until all she saw was a sliver of brown iris tinge with gold, feral and possessive.

  His first thrust into her vagina triggered her first swift release. When she came down from that orgasm, with each subsequent maneuver of his hips, Drew sent her down the path to another.

  He skimmed his cock over her inner tissues. His pelvic bone grinding into her clit, he took her higher and higher until she floated on a plateau of pure ecstasy.

  Sabine wanted to linger there and she couldn’t if he didn’t stoke the fires he lit within her to keep the blaze burning. The slightest contact was a sensory overindulgence. She wanted more.

  Raising her arms, she cupped Drew’s neck, on the back just below his hairline. He jerked as if she’d electrified him, his back arched, propelling his pelvis forward.

  A groan, guttural, heartfelt, and tinged with some admonishment, rumbled up from his chest. However, her needs pushed her to fondle, to arouse and incite him to action. She deliberately ran her hand down his back knowing what her touch did to him.

  Slick with sweat, the bulges and indentations on his flanks undulated under her fingertips. Drew twitched under her caresses, his hips rocking from side to side, and she cradled him between her thighs, taking advantage of his involuntary movement. The thick base attaching his cock to his body stretched her opening to a thin, taut circle.

  His reaction made her bolder. Sabine levered herself up on her elbows, and caught his pebble-hard nipple between tongue and teeth. She nipped him, and held on when he shuddered.

  He’d done it to her often enough for her to know how to harvest the most sensation by toying with the small nub. Pain from her teeth, the nip sent sharp pricks through the flesh, while the wet supple tongue soothed and manipulated. A sting followed by delight, it was a sweetly erotic blend of sensations. She loved it when he did it to her.

  And apparently, he loved it when she did it to him. He withdrew abruptly and rammed back into her, duplicated his movements in fluid glides, smacking their groins together with each inward thrust.

  Her passage clenched and creamed in reaction to his internal massage. Yes, like that, exactly like that. It was what she needed to keep her basking in the bliss.

  Drew hissed out another wolfish growl. He clamped his hands on her arms and pushed them to the bed. He reared back on his haunches, pulling the sweet tidbit from her mouth, and most of his cock from her pussy. With her legs splayed over his straining thighs, she had to fall on her back.

  Only the upper third was left in her. A little annoyed and a lot frantic, she glared up at him because she couldn’t touch him with her hands.

  Drew now had total control of their loving.

  There was nothing gentle in his expression as he stared down at her. His face was a portrait of a man gripped in pure unadulterated male arousal, a mixture of human wants and the inherent werekin compulsion to mate, arousing her with its unpredictability and hint of danger.

  He leaned forward to hover over her. To Sabine’s delight, his member glided back into her moist, greedy core. Drew caged her with hands placed on either side of her head.

  “You just had to try to push me over the edge, didn’t you?”

  Licking her lips, she stuttered. “Why wait?”

  “Have you come enough?”

  “Not by any measure, I need more and you’re not giving it to me,” she all but snarled at him, sulky and peevish.

  “Then why the hell won’t you let me give you as many as you can manage, all that you think you want, and then much more.”

  “More?” The idea titillated and intrigued. There was always more.

  His beautiful mouth lifted on one side, somewhere between a leer and a smirk. The gleam in his eyes promised pleasures to come. “Yes, more. Much, much more.” The sensual pledge in his words had her trembling in anticipation.

  Drew dipped his fingers between her folds, finding her peaked clit, bared by the angle she lay in. He rolled the fleshy bud between his thumb and forefinger.

  Sabine felt every ridge on the callused pads on his fingertips. Their slight abrasiveness added another layer to the experience, pushing her higher, onto another plane.

  Drew slid his fingers over her pulsing labia, creating a vee with them. He slid his cock between them. Her back arched when he pressed the back of his fingers at the spot where he was jammed into her. On top, his knuckles brushed her clit, and below, the bony joints pressed into the sensitive, often neglected, nerve-rich area between her vagina and anus. She was full to capacity with Drew’s cock, and caressed by his nimble digits. He played her like a piano.

  Unable to keep still under his sensual onslaught, her body heaved and twisted in a sinuous rhythmic dance in tune with is motions. Every sensation felt more finely tuned, sating every requirement she had.

  A strangled gasp husked from her suddenly dry throat. There were no words to describe the voluptuous overabundant euphoria washing over her. The plateau was not the pinnacle as she believed, because Drew sent her higher. And she came in a brilliant starburst.

  Not waiting for her to descend from the peak, Drew removed his hand and pulled her up to sit across his lap. He arched Sabine over his forearm, widened his jaw, and she shook when he took as much of her breast in his mouth as he could.

  Ignoring her nipple, he gathered the plump mound into the hot cavern and sucked. A network formed under her skin, transmitting sparks from where his mouth created the sweet suction, through her breasts, and down her tense belly to where Drew fucked her with powerful upward thrusts. The dual stimulation spread through her, entwined, and elicited another release from her. The orgasm claimed her in a series of shudders.

  Sabine braced her hands on Drew’s shoulders to anchor herself in place since his increased pace had her bouncing on his shaft. The hair on his pubis stimulated her clitoris, and his fingers stroked the damp crevice between her buttocks. Keen pleasure, pure and undiluted, ripped through her. She crested on a wave, descended and rose again. One orgasm flowed into another, she couldn’t tell wh
ere one started or ended. Finally, on a scream, she slumped on Drew’s chest, sweaty, smirking and sublimely sated.

  Drew tumbled her onto her back and they lay face to face. The expression on his visage was oddly solemn, though his eyes were feverish with desire. Bodies still connected by Drew’s inflated cock, his frame tense and humming with his frustrated needs, hers lax and languorous.

  “Sabine…” he dragged in a breath, paused, and rested his forehead on hers. “If you want him or her, our cub that is, to carry your pack name, I will support whatever you choose.”

  Everything in her came to a standstill, then bloomed. Her voice cracked as she asked, “You’d do that for me?”

  “I’d do anything for you. I heard the anguish in your voice when you told Ishbel you couldn’t keep your promise to Balthazar, because of me, for us. If you would give so much to keep us together, could I give you any less? I made a big speech about doing all I can to preserve our race, and your pack’s gifts are a vital part of our heritage. Asking you to let your birthright die out is tearing at you. Save your birthright as you see fit. If it means I have to swallow my pride, tamp down my innate possessiveness and the protectiveness I already feel for any offspring we’ve yet to create, I’ll do it.” It sounded like he had a hard time saying the last few words. It revealed his inner struggle, though the conviction in his voice was as good as a vow.

  Sabine stared up at him, loving more in this instant than ever before. He’d handed her a gift beyond price. One she wouldn’t accept because she was no longer Balthazar’s daughter. By becoming Drew’s mate, by choice and desire, she’d become her own woman.

  “Why don’t we let the fates decide how the Silverwolves will live on? Our cub must have the freedom to choose its life path. I don’t want a child of mine burned by my expectations.” She cupped his face, pulled his head to press her lips against his, and whispered, “Give me your cub, my love.”

  Sabine eased back to gaze up at him with all the love she felt. Drew’s eyes darkened with rising emotions. They glowed with the enduring kind of love she’d seen in Justice Ambervane’s eyes when he looked at his mate, and had envied. Joyous elation mingled with something she’d never seen before, an easy contentment.