Whisper Pride Pack

by T. Cobbin

  He nipped at her neck, feeling her racing pulse. He shifted his hips as the knot began to recede and stroked his still stiff shaft against her walls. Beginning a new beat against her body, he began fucking her again. Both of them groaned, the sexy sounds filling the air. His hands stroked up her arms to her breasts, squeezing them, molding her pert little nipples in between his fingers. She groaned, pushing her arse back toward him,

  “So, tell me you’re staying. Tell me I get to be inside you all night long. Tell me, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, gripping her hips tightly. Realizing she’d be left with bruises, he relaxed his grip a little, and then thundered into her hard and fast, hitting the top of her cervix. He loved the feel of her slick pussy tight around his cock with their mixed juices.

  “Yes... Yes, okay, yes!” she cried out.

  He pounded into her faster, feeling his balls draw up. He wouldn’t come yet though. No, she had to come first. He wanted to feel her cunt tighten around his shaft again, milking it dry as he came.

  “I need to come,” she whimpered.

  “Then come, baby, milk my cock.” He thrust in hard, pulling her hips toward him.

  “Conan!”

  He watched his cock thrust into her one more time, feeling it spurting his seed into her womb. He knew it wouldn’t take yet, but that didn’t stop him from imagining her swollen with his pups. His cock began to swell at the base, growing inside of her, plugging the entrance of her pussy to stop his seed from spilling as her legs gave out beneath her. He slid them gently down onto the porch floor until their breathing slowed down.

  The arrogance of knowing she would smell of him, of her being his, made him feel like an almighty Alpha. He knew he was being pretentious, but screw it!

  Once his cock began to recede and soften he hauled his mate’s limp body up into his arms. She wrapped her arm around his neck and turned her face into his chest.

  “You better be taking me for a shower. I don’t think my spaghetti legs can take another bout yet.” She let a tiny giggle out. “You owe me some new scrubs too.”

  “Baby, you can have anything if I can get it for you!”

  * * * *

  Conan watched his mate sleep. She looked so peaceful. A few freckles adorned her pert little nose, there were a couple of laugh lines around her eyes, and a pair of tiny, gold hooped earrings on her small ears. Her curly hair was currently splayed across his chest, and he kept fingering her hair, watching the ringlets curl around his fingers. She was perfect to him. He couldn’t stop watching her.

  A rustle from outside had his senses coming alert. He could hear the footprints of a slight figure...a woman? Taking a deep breath and pulling the scents in from around him, he scrunched his nose up with disgust at the smell of Cassie’s perfume. Shifters generally didn’t wear any kind of man-made aromas because it messed with their noses. They normally preferred the natural scents of things around them. Cassie, however, was in the minority, because she always wore perfumes, and it was often overpowering.

  What was she doing there so early? Why was she there at all?

  He rose from the bed, trying not to disturb his mate, and pulled on a pair of jeans. Striding to the kitchen, he flicked on the coffeemaker and placed two pieces of bread in the toaster, then went to his front door.

  “Morning, Cassie. Why the early-morning attention?”

  “Morning, Conan,” she said seductively, trying to ooze some kind of appeal.

  He sniffed and sneezed. “A bit on the thick side this morning, Cassie.”

  “Sorry, Alpha.” She tilted her head to the side, offering her neck. “My car won’t start, and I came to ask if I could grab a lift please,” she said, looking up at him.

  “One of your brothers couldn’t get it going?” he asked. She had three brothers, and although they would do anything for their sister, he also knew that she could wane anyone’s energy taking and taking from them.

  “They were all busy, but Trev said he would take a look at it later for me.” She smiled.

  Rolling his eyes, Conan gestured for her to come inside. Shit, this was not how he wanted his morning to go. He wanted to fuck his mate before going to work. Maybe he could convince her later in his office. That could be fun. His dick engorged with blood just thinking about that. Suddenly, he had visions of him swiping the crap off his deck, sitting Josie on it, and sticking his face between her legs and making her cry out.

  “Oh, you have company,” Cassie muttered from behind him as she sniffed the air.

  The sound of the toaster popping had him reaching inside the fridge and pulling some butter out. He approached the coffee machine and poured two mugs of coffee. “Yes, I do.” He smiled as he buttered the toast and placed them on a plate he’d pulled out of the cupboard. “Help yourself, Cassie. We’ll be out in a bit.”

  He grabbed the mugs, balancing the plate of toast on top of one, and walked back to his bedroom to wake his mate. Fuck it, if Cassie was there. Perhaps finally she would get the message. The woman had been chasing him for a while. He hadn’t realized until it was too late that she had some kind of infatuation with him. He had spoken to her brothers a couple of times, but even with their help she still kept coming on strong. A few weeks ago he had even contemplated firing her. Alas, after Holly, his last nurse, left to have her pups and he had to hire another, he needed Cassie, she knew where and what went on in the surgery. He sighed.

  Nudging the door open with his foot, he stared again at his sleeping mate. Smiling, he set the mugs and toast on the bedside table and went back to shut the bedroom door. He slipped off his jeans, climbed under the sheets, and spooned his warm and luscious woman. He slid his erection between her cool butt cheeks, undulating his hips while kissing her neck and lapping at her pulse. He felt the moment she stirred and began to wake.

  “Is that coffee I smell?” she murmured.

  “And breakfast,” he told her while pushing his shaft toward her again.

  She turned toward him, her hair all rumpled and curly. With that sexy smile on her face and those amused eyes, he knew she was going to say something saucy.

  “I normally have coffee first then breakfast,” she said.

  “You are in my house.” He kissed her. “You are in my bed.” He nibbled her neck. “With a very horny wolf.” He moved over the top of her, pushing his body between her legs. “Who likes breakfast in bed with his mate.” He didn’t have to position his cock, it seemed to find her entrance all on its own. He thrust up a little, feeling the sensitive head touch just inside of her entrance. He kissed along her collarbone when the sound of breaking china came from the kitchen, startling them both.

  “Shit, someone is inside your house,” Josie whispered. Her body tensed, and the hands that had been stroking his arms a second ago were now gripping hold of them.

  “It’s Cassie.” He sighed. “Her car wouldn’t start and she asked for a lift.” He knew where this was going and there was no way he’d get his morning fuck with his mate.

  “Is she a shifter?”

  “Yes, baby, she’s part of my pack.” He tried kissing her again, but she moved and pushed against him.

  “Bloody hell, Conan, she has hearing like you then, she could have heard us... Oh!” She looked up at him and he watched the lightbulb click on in her eyes as she realized what he had been about to do. “You did it on purpose,” she whispered. “You want her to hear. Why?”

  “She has been after me for ages. No matter what I tell her she won’t take no for an answer.” He shrugged, kissing one of her breasts. “I didn’t invite her around, I just wanted to curl...well, not curl exactly, I wanted to make love to my mate and enjoy my breakfast.”

  A small whimper escaped his mate’s lips as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and tugged on it gently. His cock was still hard and at her wet, heated entrance—one shove and he’d be inside her. It was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission, right? Kissing her, he thrust up hard and fast, making her gasp. Taking that opportune momen
t, he slid his tongue inside her mouth, coiling it around her own.

  She groaned, and he pulled out of her cunt then pushed in slowly this time, feeling her walls expand and envelope his cock. He moaned back into her mouth. He had feared she would freak and push him away, but she began responding. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pushing her feet against his arse, trying to get him in deeper. He obliged fucking in deep, his balls slapping against her butt.

  “I’m going to hell for this,” she whimpered. “Harder!” she begged.

  “I’ll be right there with you!” He thrust into her again and again, feeling their combined juices slide along his cock. “Let me make you mine, sweetness,” he said. “Trust me, I’ll look after you, we will have years to get to know each other and let our love grow. I don’t want anyone else but you, my mate. Please give me your heart, you have mine already.”

  He paused inside of her, feeling her walls flutter against his shaft. Looking down into her beautiful green eyes, he saw the moment they welled with tears and softened. He didn’t mean to make her cry.

  “It’s okay, honey, I can wait.” He lowered his head and placed a tender kiss on her puffy lips.

  She suddenly grabbed on to him, her hands fisting his arms. “When I first saw you, you were stunning. It’s only been a few days and already I have imagined all kinds of things. I love your heart, Conan. I would love more than anything to be by your side and be with you forever and a day, but there is one thing you must know.”

  He watched a tear form, and he lowered his head and kissed the offending object away. He could almost feel her heart bleed.

  “It’s, umm, not a conversation that’s going to go down well while you’re inside me,” she said, pushing at his chest.

  With huge reluctance, he withdrew his still hard cock from her pussy. But not letting her get far, he quickly rolled over, dragging her onto his chest. Wrapping his arms firmly around her, he waited for her to speak.

  “My mother is an addict of sorts,” she finally said. “When my father died it became worse. She now spends hours on the computer looking for these stupid little bottles of perfume, sometimes paying hundreds for them. She began taking small loans out here and there. I came home from work early a few weeks ago and found Harry, the town loan shark, threatening my mother for the week’s money. He broke her fingers.”

  She began sobbing; he could feel her tears dripping onto his stomach. Curling her up and into his arms more tightly, he waited while his wolf growled at their mate’s distress.

  “I tried to stop him. She owed him a couple of thousand. We didn’t have that kind of money. Well, she would,” Josie snorted, “if she sold her shit.” She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes all puffy and red-rimmed. “Harry said he would take payment with me spending the night with him and his cronies. My mother begged me to do it, said it was just one night. She gave him permission to take me. I can’t believe she would do that. I was supposed to be ready that night for him, but I ran instead.”

  Not being able to stand seeing the sorrow in his mate’s eyes any longer, he flipped them over so he again laid on top of her, then he kissed each and every tear that he could see.

  “You are mine!” he growled, his wolf so close to the surface that white fur slipped from his pores and coated his arms.

  He kissed her with all his love and passion, pushing her down into the soft mattress. She began to calm and relax. He’d thought his cock couldn’t get any harder, but when he heard the soft words “Make me your mate,” come from between her lips he could have hammered nails into concrete with it. With a surge of his hips he was again deeply seated inside her hot, wet cavern.

  “Oh baby, you gift me.” He moved his hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They both groaned as he withdrew and thrust again.

  A louder crash of breaking china didn’t stop him for a second; he hammered into his mate over and over. He could feel her pulse pounding as he licked over it. Her vaginal walls fluttered against his cock, and he could tell she was close. He was going to make her his mate, his other half. His fangs elongated with his wolf so close to the surface, and he knew his eyes were flecked orange again.

  Moving his hips faster, his spine tingled and his balls drew up. Feeling her fingernails digging and raking down his back added to his excitement. She cried out in bliss each time he thundered inside of her, hitting the top of her cervix. With a turn of his hips he found the place inside of her that made her cry out louder, her pussy clenching down hard onto his cock. He lowered his head and sank his fangs deep into her neck.

  She rocketed, screaming out his name and digging her nails into his back. “Conan!”

  Her blood ran over his tongue, and her cunt squeezed so hard and tight he followed her. Thrusting up into her one final time, he could feel his seed shoot straight into her womb. He shouted out her name as her walls tightened even more, milking him for all his worth. He felt the knot at the base of his cock enlarge, sealing him and his seed inside of her for a little while.

  Keeping most of his upper weight off her body, he lapped at his mark, sealing the tiny wound. Two small, scarred points would forever show she belonged to him, feeling it in his heart and soul meant more. Her acceptance of them both meant the world.

  Pulling on his mate, he laid her over his chest, still firmly ensconced within her. They lay there for a several minutes as their hearts slowed and their breathing evened out.

  Chapter 9

  “You know there are probably no complete pieces of china in your kitchen now?” Josie chuckled. “I think she’s a little pissed.”

  “I don’t care.” Conan kissed the top of her head. “I did try to tell her I wasn’t interested, and anyway, she isn’t my mate—you are,” he stated adamantly.

  “This happened so quickly. We have so much to sort out.” They both groaned when she moved up his body and his cock left her pussy. She placed a tender kiss on his lips. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t doubt us, but I think we have a lot to learn about each other. What if Harry does come looking for me? What if your pack doesn’t like me? What if—”

  She found herself yet again underneath his firm, sexy body.

  “Sweetheart, we will work through things as we go. It’s what mates do. Let’s worry about today, okay? First off, I need to go clear up a few broken items,” he growled, and she could feel the rumble drift down her body to her swollen clit. “We need to check on the office, get your stuff and move it into the cabin, and then let me fuck you all night long again.”

  He smirked, kissed her nose, and then the heated weight left her body and she found herself turning on her side to watch a very tight, firm arse head toward his bathroom.

  “I can feel you staring, baby.”

  She sighed as he disappeared, her mind suddenly not able to switch off. There were so many questions, so many scenarios, and it made her feel bone tired. Of course, a night of mind-blowing sex would do that to you, and wow, it was a night of fantastic fucking. That man definitely knew his way around a woman’s body. When he had gone down on her, sucking her until she came, she swore if she hadn’t held the top of her head it would have blown off. She didn’t just see stars before her eyes, she saw the whole bloody Milky Way.

  She was so inside her head, thinking through everything, she didn’t hear Conan come back into the room until he swung her up into his arms and held her against his wet body. Little droplets of water dripped over his pecs.

  “You think too much, little one.” With that he carried her to the shower and under the warm water. As the water streamed over them she forgot all about the worries and things to come.

  * * * *

  A little over an hour later, after another bout of lovemaking in the shower, they emerged from their bedroom. Conan had explained that everything that was once his was now theirs. It gave Josie something else to worry about, but she didn’t let on.

  Cassie, who had been sitting on the brown leather couch in the living room, rose and k
nelt before the couple as they walked past her toward the kitchen.

  “Congratulations on your mating, Alpha. Welcome to the pack, Josie,” she murmured, keeping her head in place, then she slowly exposed her neck. She didn’t exactly sound very pleased about it, but then Josie didn’t think she would be anyway.

  “Thank you, Cassie,” Conan grunted out. “I hope that all you smashed has been cleaned up and will be replaced,” he growled.

  Still kneeling before them, Cassie nodded, lowering her head as if defeated.

  Wanting to make a quick escape away from the tense situation, Josie walked to the kitchen. Her heart skipped a beat thinking about everything that had happened. Oh my God, she’d had sex—all night sex—with a fucking hot man with a six-pack and a firm arse you could bounce a penny on.

  Her. Little five feet, dumpy, overweight Josie! Not only had she had all-night sex with a sexy man but he was a wolf shifter and she had mated him. She stood still, shock hitting her in waves. Holy crap!

  “Josie?” Conan’s voice came from behind her as his hands wrapped around her waist.

  She turned in his arms, eyes as wide as saucers. “Holy crap! What happens now? What have I done? What if he comes looking for me? Shit, you’re a shifter and—” She didn’t have time to ramble on any further, because his lips firmly pressed against hers, kissing her deeply, and her mind went instantly blank.

  When they parted, she stared up into his sparkling blue eyes, suddenly calm, her lips still tingling from his kiss.

  “Sorry,” she said, heat rising in her face.

  “One day at a time, right?” he said, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “The first thing on the list today is the office. If we didn’t have needy patients, we could take the day off, but alas, we do. So come on, let’s go to work and see how things go.”

  Still looking up at him, she smiled and breathed him in deep, letting go of the worries and stresses for a little while as she relaxed in his arms.