Savage: Wolf Ranch

by Renee Rose

  I carried her to the wrought iron bed and spread the other towel out before I laid her down. I looked my fill as I slowly slid my fingers over her juicy sex.

  19

  BECKY

  Clint stared down at me with glittering eyes. They looked silver again, even though the room was well-lit. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he looked over every inch of me.

  I felt it. He made me feel it. Like most women, I went in and out of feeling confident about my looks. I knew I was pretty cute, but I also knew I was aging out of the cute stage. I was also pregnant and at the weird phase where it wasn’t obvious. I looked like I put on weight.

  Beautiful wasn’t a word I’d been called before. And I’d certainly never felt like it fit before now. Sure, I shouldn’t give a shit. I was making a human… but still. Having Clint look at me with such heat and need… took away all my insecurities.

  Lying under Clint’s searing gaze with my body curvier with pregnancy, I felt gorgeous.

  Desirable. Seeing how hard he was made me feel powerful, too. I did that to him, and it pleased me.

  I reached down to touch myself because he stroked me too lazily, but he caught my hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss. “Uh uh, beautiful. You know the rules. I’m in charge of your orgasm tonight.”

  I had no idea why his bossiness was so hot, but I loved it. My ass still tingled from the spanking. I’d never had anyone do it before. Todd had never been adventurous in bed. Far from it. Thanks to Clint, I was discovering what made me hot. Hell, I’d never had a quickie before him, and I’d gone really wild. It turned out, I liked kinky stuff.

  I shook my head but smiled.

  “What?” he asked.

  “I just figured out I’m a dirty girl.”

  His eyes widened, and he grinned. “That night at Cody’s? You were a hot little thing. Wild.”

  “For you,” I clarified.

  “That’s right. You’re a dirty girl for me. Only me. You want to get your butt spanked? I’ll get it nice and pink. As for your ass, don’t worry, we’ll get my dick in you there.”

  I gasped, and he dragged the head of his cock through my juices. “Yeah, that idea got you wet.”

  It had. I was always wet for him.

  I sent up a silent thank God.

  “This wet pussy’s mine. When do you get to come, sugar?”

  Oh God, please. I wiggled my hips, trying to get that flared head to sink into me. I rocked my hips down, encouraging him to push in. When he didn’t give me what I wanted, I stilled. “When you decide,” I answered obediently.

  He rewarded me by pushing in making me cry out. “That’s right. And whose name are you going to scream when you finally do come?” He arced slowly in and out of me, driving me insane with the tease.

  “You,” I panted, letting my eyes fall closed. He was so big. So hard. I had no idea how I made it since last night without it inside me. “I mean yours. I’ll scream your name.”

  He sank into the hilt, grinding his flesh over my clit. I squirmed to get more friction, take him deeper.

  “Yes,” I encouraged, reaching back and gripping his ass, feeling the play of taut muscles as he moved.

  He withdrew then punched in again, with a snap, smacking my flesh with his, making a light spanking sound.

  “Yes!” I cried out. It was so good. It had never been like this before. Not until Clint. It was as if my body knew it belonged to him. That he was the only one who could make me feel like this.

  He grabbed my knees and bent them up, gripping the fronts of my thighs to hold me in place as he fucked with short, quick strokes.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  I blinked, and he loosened his hold. Through my foggy brain, I realized he was checking on me, making sure he wasn’t being too rough.

  “More,” I moaned as my reply.

  He grinned ruthlessly and did some magical hip shift which made my eyes roll back in my head.

  So. Good.

  Unbelievably good.

  If this was what pregnancy sex was like, I was going to stay pregnant for the rest of my life.

  Except I already knew. It wasn’t the pregnancy. It was the partner. Clint was a god when it came to sex.

  The very best.

  He jackhammered into me with the short, quick thrusts, and I moaned with pleasure.

  And then he pulled out.

  “Clint!” I pushed up on my elbows, tears of sexual frustration stabbing my eyes. “You’re killing me. Literally killing me.”

  “Is that a fact?” he drawled although it couldn’t be that comfortable for him, either. His erection jutted out, hard as a flag pole and glistening with my arousal. He rolled my knees all the way back to my shoulders, spreading me wide and presenting my sex. He entered me from this position, which was intense right from the beginning.

  “Oh,” I gasped. “Oh, oh, oh.”

  I was so close. All it would take would be one swipe of my clit, and I’d go off. But now I found myself wanting to play Clint’s game. Not coming until he gave me permission. What did he have planned?

  I didn’t even know where he learned to play such a game, and I certainly wanted to stab the eyes out of the woman he’d practiced it with before, but damn. It certainly was fun.

  He pulled out again, as I’d suspected he would. Gah! My whole body was aflame now, nipples hardened to diamond points, clit hard and throbbing, pussy pulsing.

  Clint rolled me to my belly and pushed my thighs open.

  “Is this comfortable for you?”

  Damn him for being considerate. “Just fuck me already. I promise I’ll let you know if something’s not working for me.”

  “All right, sugar.”

  He gave me a light swat on the ass then he parted my buttcheeks. I clenched my anus with a shiver.

  His tongue found my back hole, swirling around it. I gasped.

  It was so dirty. The feeling was so intense but felt so good. I had no idea.

  At least I was clean from the shower. That was all I could think before thought dissolved into total pleasure. Total surrender.

  “Clint,” I moaned, agitation building and building in my core.

  He lifted his head and slapped my right cheek once more.

  “Ohh,” I warbled.

  He brought his thumb to my anus and massaged until I loosened the ring of muscles and let him in.

  Again—so dirty. So taboo. And yet the pleasure was over-the-top. More intense than vaginal. Definitely weird. But so good.

  When he scooped an arm under my waist and lifted me to my knees, it got even hotter. He entered me from behind, his thumb still buried in my ass.

  I rolled my face in the bedcovers, moaning, eyelids fluttering, jaw slack. The wash of sensation was almost too much.

  I held still, biting the bedspread as he pumped in and out of me, working his thumb at the same time. My panting increased, a feverish heat spread through my entire body. “Clint!” I screamed.

  “That’s right, sugar. You come now. And keep screaming my name.” He plowed into me four more times and then sank deep with a shout.

  I started coming the moment he gave me permission, and he was right. The orgasm that ripped through my body was like no other I’d ever experienced. My muscles squeezed and clenched around his shaft, my anus contracted around his thumb, and I reached beneath me to rub my own clit. It was possible I lost my mind for a minute. Maybe five. Maybe thirty.

  It was a long time before my brain cleared enough for me to remember where I was. Who I was. All I knew was how good I felt. My entire body buzzed and hummed with my release, pleasure coursing through my veins.

  Clint eased out of both my holes and left to wash his hands. He returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned me up. I hadn’t moved from the prostrate position. I was still on my knees with my chest pressed against the mattress. Clint eased me to my side and wrapped his longer body around mine from behind. He moved my damp hair and kissed my nape.

  “Becky?”
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  I made a funny grunting sound in reply.

  “Sugar, I need to tell you something.” His arm draped over my waist and pulled me close.

  It was hard to tug myself out of my euphoria, but I managed a “hmm?” That was a little more coherent.

  I heard him swallow behind me and a sliver of unease crept in. “The guys on the ranch—Boyd and Colton and Rob. Me and my family… we’re, ah, different.”

  I laced my fingers over his and pulled them against my chest. “Different how?”

  He was quiet for a moment and a niggling of fear crept in. What was he trying to say?

  I turned to face him, to look into his eyes when he spoke about something that was obviously really important.

  That was when the front door was kicked in.

  20

  CLINT

  My wolf instincts had me grabbing Becky and rolling us to the far side of the bed, away from the bedroom doorway. We dropped to the floor, and I tucked, so I hit the hard wood, and she was protected from the fall with my body. Only then did I flip us and, as much as I could, set her as far beneath the bed as possible. I heard the frantic beating of her heart and felt the goosebumps rise on her skin. Her fingers clutched at me like talons, yet I had to set her from me. Only when she was hidden and as safe as possible, did I jump up and leap across the bed.

  I heard the heavy footsteps of the intruder, the ragged breathing. Taking a deep breath of my own, I couldn’t miss the tang of sweat beneath the obvious scent of shifter. The cold, outside air pushed it toward me. Only an enemy would enter unannounced. Any shifter within a hundred feet of the cabin would have heard us fucking, known I would be vulnerable.

  My adrenaline pumped, my wolf at the ready. Shifters in wolf form didn’t come through the front door. I would fight like for like except I was naked. I had no weapons. I had my gun in the truck, but that would do me no good now. The only way to fight would be in wolf form, but then I wouldn’t be able to protect Becky.

  Fuck! I’d known Donald would come. That was why we hadn’t stayed at the house in town. Here, we had protection. Rob and I had put a plan together, but that had been before Becky’s ex’s murder. We’d changed plans, so we’d stay here under watch, under pack guard. In town, this couldn’t be done.

  I’d been fucking stupid. Donald’s need for revenge had escalated. He’d killed a human, just like his cousin, without care that the human police would investigate. It had been a sign to tell me he could get close to my mate, but he’d broken pack law. The same as Jarod.

  “Enforcer!” The voice carried into the room a second before a man stood in the doorway. It was dark, but I saw him as clear as day. He wore no coat, only a dirty thermal shirt and jeans. Heavy boots on his feet. His long brown hair shot out wild about him. As wild as his deep yellow gaze. His wolf was showing.

  So was the gun in his hand.

  Rob was watching the road by the ranch—the only entrance to this mountain. But Donald must’ve slipped past him.

  “Donald.” I kept my voice low. Even. I’d never met the fucker before, but there was no one else who he could be.

  “You killed my cousin. Put a bullet in his head.”

  “He broke pack law. Robbed convenience stores and murdered innocent humans.”

  “We take care of our own,” he countered. He tipped his chin down to stare even more intently.

  I had to stall him, keep his attention on me, off Becky. He’d know she was here. The scent of her, my cum and her arousal was heavy in the air. With the front door open, the room was getting colder by the minute. I could barely feel it, but I knew Becky would begin to chill.

  “I don’t make the decisions. I just follow orders. The council’s judgement was delivered and completed.”

  “You killed him,” he seethed. Spittle fell from his lips, and he used his empty hand to wipe it away.

  “I did.” I heard Becky’s slight intake of breath, and I kept talking to cover it, but Donald’s gaze flicked to the unmade bed. “Shifter justice is my job.”

  “You didn’t even fight him like a wolf. You ended him in human form. You put a bullet in Jarod’s head. Your mate will get the same fate. Then you’ll know how it feels to have someone you love taken from you. To live yet be dead inside.”

  Oh Fates. He wasn’t here for me. He was here for Becky.

  “You went to her house to kill her,” I realized out loud.

  Todd wasn’t the intended target.

  “She wasn’t there, but the male human was, taking her TV. He saw me break in, knew my face. He had to die.”

  Todd’s asshole ways had gotten him killed. If he’d just left Becky alone, he’d be living his miserable life in Meade. But he’d had to keep fucking with her, and he’d had his throat ripped out.

  If I hadn’t kept her with me, she’d have been at home. He’d have broken in, and she’d have been defenseless against Donald. In human form and especially as a wolf.

  A growl rumbled deep in my chest at the thought of her dying at this asshole’s sick idea of vengeance.

  “You’re just like your cousin.” I tried to keep his focus on me. If he shot me, I’d survive. Not if he shot me in the head, but he had lots of other places to aim for. “You both went rogue. You bring danger to our kind. You’ll be put down like him.”

  His body tensed. Every muscle practically quivered. “Enough! She dies.”

  He stepped toward the bed, arm extended with his weapon pointed in front of him. Before I even knew what I was doing, I leapt over the corner of the bed and picked him up with shifter strength. No, more than shifter strength. It was shifter with an endangered mate strength. The power coursing through my limbs went beyond what I knew I was capable of. When I threw him, he flew across the room and crashed through the bedroom window.

  Glass shattered as he fell through and onto the snow-covered ground outside.

  “Stay inside, Becky. Don’t come out,” I warned and dived out the window after him. He would be on his feet quickly. I needed Becky inside with Donald out. Bullets wouldn’t go through the log walls.

  I tucked and rolled, bumping and scraping over rocks and fallen branches, coming back to my feet. Glass probably cut me, but I couldn’t feel it. I was solely focused on Donald.

  The wind whipped around us, my feet sunk deep in snow up to my ankles. Headlights cut across the trees as several vehicles sped in and skidded to stop at the cabin. My pack had my back.

  Thank fuck. I didn’t know how they knew to come, but thank fuck. One of them would protect Becky while I finished this shit.

  A shot rang out. It went wide, but chips of wood flew from the bullet hitting a tree to my right, nicking my skin.

  “Can’t even shoot a gun,” I taunted. “Can you even shift?”

  I wanted him in wolf form. I wasn’t an alpha, but I’d been made an enforcer for a reason. Threats like him had to be ended. The battle was to the death. I was prepared for it every time I’d gone out and hunted a rogue shifter. This time, it was different. This time, I was protecting my mate. My unborn child.

  I couldn’t save them in human form. I had to get him to shift.

  He did. Angry as he was, his wolf had pushed forward, taken over. He probably couldn’t even resist the pull. He crouched and the sounds of shifting, of bone and muscle rearranging, then the renting of fabric filled the air. The gun fell uselessly into the snow.

  His wolf was tan. While big, he wasn’t as large an animal as I was.

  I stalked toward him, shifting at the same time. By the time I was on four paws, he was turning tail and running away. Going after him, I herded him to the far side of the cabin to the open clearing. I wanted room to fight, room for others to arrive, to witness the elimination of the threat to my mate.

  I had no idea if the council had passed judgement on Donald or only sent an enforcer to keep an eye on him. It didn’t matter now. He’d admitted to killing Todd. That was enough to have him finished.

  I wasn’t an enforcer here and now. I wa
s a male whose mate had been threatened. We protected what was ours fiercely, and I was within my rights as mate alone to end Donald’s life.

  Any male shifter would do the same.

  I leaped on him, rolling us several times until he was beneath me. I bit his flank, and his wolf pushed me off. We circled, snarled. I tasted his blood on my tongue. It dripped from my teeth.

  As we moved, I saw Rob walk out of the darkness to stand in the periphery. Rand did as well. Then Colton and a male I’d never seen before. I assumed he was the enforcer. They stood sentinel, arms crossed, legs spread. Doing nothing but watching. No one would take this from me.

  This was my fight. My battle.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Becky. Shit! I didn’t want her out here, seeing this. She stood with Boyd—his arm around her shoulders—in the cabin’s doorway. She was wrapped in the blanket from the bed and had her boots on her feet.

  Donald launched at me, his fangs sinking into my leg. The pain of his sharp bite shot through me, but I rolled, got free. Put my body between my mate and the vengeful wolf.

  “Clint.” Her wobbling voice cut through the darkness, straight into my chest.

  Goddammit. I didn’t want Becky watching. Didn’t want her to find out about us this way. To see what I was about to do.

  Fuck—why did Boyd let her witness this? She was safe with him, with the others in a large circle around us. But Becky wouldn’t understand.

  I was not human.

  I was a shifter. A black wolf. I was a killer in both forms. Now she knew it all from the words Donald and I had shared and again in action. And I had to kill again. In front of her.

  I had to see it done. She and the baby would be safe. Even if she never forgave me for what I am and what I’ve done.

  It was over for Donald. He just didn’t know it yet.

  As for me, it was over, too. I knew it all too well.

  21

  BECKY