When a Pack Dies

by Gwen Campbell

  This play was new to her and Fina squirmed uncomfortably. Cutler tightened his hold on her. He licked and nibbled at her back hole, stirring up deliciously wicked sensations. Fina felt hot then cold all over. Her belly tightened and she gasped as she felt herself grow wetter. Her wetness trailed over her ass. Cutler licked it up with undisguised pleasure then forced the tip of his tongue into her ass.

  “Ohmygod,” Fina groaned. She’d never felt anything like it before. It was so decadently delicious. Her anus grew more sensitive by the minute and she relaxed, reveling in the unexpected sensations as he licked and probed. Cutler’s breath stirred her tight curls and she shivered. It was so sensual Fina forgot about everything else.

  Disappointment tinged with anger brought her head up when Cutler stopped and let go of her knees. She forgave him when he held her legs back with a heavy forearm and used his free hand to stroke her pussy. Panting now, Fina felt his rough fingertips move over her clit, rub it in slow, seductive circles before his thumb sunk into her pussy. His tongue returned to her ass. He bit one cheek then the other then licked her sensitized back hole.

  Fina trembled when the gentle swirl of his finger over her clit firmed into a determined stroking. He growled, pressed his tongue deeper, shoved his thumb into her roughly and rhythmically and sped up the pace of his hand.

  Again turning hot and cold in turns, Fina felt her thighs shake despite the powerful forearm holding them in place. She gasped and cried out when a fist of sensation squeezed her womb. “Cutler...please,” she begged and wasn’t sure why. She only knew she didn’t want him to stop. Knew she’d die if he stopped. He seemed to understand and snarled with satisfaction when Fina came. Hot pulses of release licked through her, gripping her core, her sex. She felt her muscles flex hard and steady, clutching at his thumb, his tongue, needing Cutler’s rough, determined touch. Barely able to stifle the moan of pleasure that formed in her chest, Fina rocked against Cutler, riding the maelstrom of her release. She shuddered violently when it faded.

  With a move that was as powerful as it was arrogant, Cutler hefted her limp body back onto the bed, settled her head on a pillow and lay between her legs. His eyes on hers, he watched the dullness overtake her. He grinned ferally, dipped his head to her sex and flicked his tongue over her clit.

  The sensation was too intense for Fina’s sated body and she jerked, trying to pull away. Cutler overpowered her effortlessly. He yanked her thighs over his shoulders, spread them wide, grinned again and began a steady side-to-side flick with his tongue. Squirming, cursing him under her breath, Fina gasped in shock and arousal when the uncomfortable intensity morphed into pleasure. She returned his grin, settled back on the comfortable bed and ran her hands over her breasts. Cutler’s eyes blazed with excitement as he watched. His hand moved over her slit. Slowly, two fingers slid into her core.

  Fina’s back arched at the invasion. Her body knew what it needed and it needed to draw him closer. She lifted her hips tentatively, moving in counterpoint to Cutler’s touch, letting her body speak its pleasure then lay back again and let him satisfy her as he pleased. Fina knew that the Alpha could not be coerced, could not be tempted into anything other than how he chose to arouse her. She wasn’t so sure she minded. When one finger slipped out of her sheath and slid back, Fina held her breath then let it out in a tight exclamation of anticipation when he pressed against her anus. Trying not to squirm, Fina felt him breach her then press inside slow and deep. He moved his fingers in tandem, claiming both openings at the same time. Lifting his head, Cutler looked at her face and Fina knew he was searching for signs of discomfort or rejection. He found none.

  His mouth quirking up in a satisfied, indolent grin, he returned to her clit and began to flick his tongue against it even faster.

  Fina gripped the bed linens and arched into Cutler, loving the power and determination in him. She rocked her loins against his face and his neck held steady against the force of her escalating passion. Groaning, growling, Fina felt her excitement rise faster than before. Her torso twisted and she dug her heels into his armpits, yanking his body into hers, wanting more, needing more. Gasping, she lifted her head and snarled. Cutler responded by violently rasping his tongue against her and shoving his fingers into her deep and hard.

  “Oh...god,” Fina gasped when the trembling started. She gripped the top of Cutler’s head, tried not to gouge him with her fingernails but couldn’t help it. He growled but didn’t stop. Again the clenching in her belly sent tremors of sensation through her pussy. Her clit became hyper-sensitive and she felt every stroke of Cutler’s tongue, felt her swollen nub being flicked from side to side, felt the dual pounding of his fingers and lifted her body to him, wanting more. She shouted then slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound when release poured through her like hot, melting sugar. It sparked every nerve ending in her body and Fina groaned and writhed as Cutler doubled his efforts.

  When her climax was over she lay limp and sated without the energy to push her sweaty hair off her forehead.

  Watching her intently as he rose up between her legs, Cutler did it for her when he stretched his body out over hers. “I love you, Fina Whitesage,” he said quietly, took hold of his aching cock and rubbed the head of it against her weeping slit. “So damn much,” he breathed and forced the head into her.

  Fina gasped and her eyes flew open. Cutler felt huge—huge and hard and she wanted to scurry away before she realized his size felt good. The stretching was...unexpected. She rolled her hips tentatively then relaxed when pleasure trumped her fear.

  “Better now?” Cutler whispered. He pressed his lips to her forehead and tasted her sweat. When he lifted his head to look into her eyes he was still running his tongue over his lower lip. “I love everything about you, Fina. The way you smell, the way you taste.” He kissed her temple then slowly ran the flat of his tongue over it. “The way your pussy holds me...hot, tight, wet.” A low harmonic reverberated in his chest and he smiled. “Everything.” He rolled his hips gently, sinking in a little deeper and moaned. “You’re everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever dreamed of having. And you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours,” Fina parroted and lifted her hips to him. She held her breath when Cutler anchored his elbows over her shoulders, lowered his torso so that his chest grazed her chin and pressed in further.

  Fina trembled. She felt her flesh part for him, felt his girth stretch her as he muscled his way inside. When his loins lay flush with hers, she panted, not sure there was enough air in the room and gripped his broad back. His muscles moved smoothly and powerfully as he pulled back and began to fuck her.

  Growling, snarling, Fina clutched her lover. Her body demanded he satisfy her and he met her need with a haughty toss of his head.

  “When I’m ready,” Cutler snapped but he rolled his torso lightly, flattening and rubbing her breasts deliciously. “When I’m ready, honey,” he whispered, kissed her forehead and drove his cock back into her.

  Fina chuckled ribaldy, bowing to his dominance and experience. She lay back, lifted her knees to cradle his hips and let him pleasure them both.

  “Better,” Cutler grit out. He dragged his teeth over her shoulder, scored her lightly then shoved a hand beneath her hips so he could lift her to him. Groaning and baring his teeth, Cutler moved Fina’s small body against his, sinking in deep, slow and steady. After a time he picked up the pace, drove into her harder, growled so loudly he hurt her ear. He didn’t ask if she liked what he was doing to her. The moisture bathing his cock, her uninhibited sighs told him everything he needed to know—not that he’d doubted himself. His nature was too arrogant and he was too experienced not to realize that the woman beneath him rose and writhed with deep, encompassing pleasure.

  Cutler pistoned Fina smoothly, working her small body with every trick, every technique in his arsenal. He growled his pleasure. He knew of mated pairs that took little pleasure in each other, even though the urge to mate was strong between them and coul
dn’t be denied. They mated quickly, efficiently and the only things that bonded them were the cubs the female conceived. He knew mated pairs that couldn’t stand to live with each other and only came together when the lust inside them burned. Cutler bent his head in supplication because the beautiful woman joining with him adored him. She might not love him yet. She might not even trust him. But she would. He knew that as surely as he breathed.

  “Fina,” Cutler groaned and drove his cock into her as deep as he could. He rolled his hips, ground his pubis against her spread pussy and groaned again. Without asking, he withdrew from her clinging heat, used his great strength to flip her over and lift her onto her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, he drove back into her wetness and snarled with pleasure.

  He could sink into her so deep this way. Cutler’s wolf eyes watched his cock, glistening with her juices, wink in and out of sight as he claimed her. He watched the mouth of her tight sheath draw back and forth, clinging to him, threatening to shred his control. Tingling heat curled at the base of his spine but he turned away from it with fierce determination. Not yet...he wasn’t ready to come yet. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a parody of a smile when Fina groaned. Cutler anchored one hand around her thigh, pulled her back into him and ran the other over her taut belly. His fingers combed through the curls on her mound then slipped between her legs. She shuddered against him, sending shockwaves of pleasure into his shaft when he found her clit and rubbed it. He pounded into her fiercely.

  Cutler looked down at his mate’s slender, sweating body and imagined it swollen with his cub. He knew Fina wouldn’t enter a heat cycle for another few months at least and even then he’d withhold his seed from her. Her spirit needed time to heal. She needed to finish school and mature into her role in their pack. He didn’t know how he’d endure the wait. He only knew he had to for her sake.

  He firmed his grip on her when she began to shake and shoved her hips back into him. She tossed her head aggressively, snarled and fresh sweat broke out on her back. Cutler inhaled sharply, breathing in the scent of his mate’s cresting hunger. He’d never smelled anything so intoxicating and he punched his hips forward, sinking his swollen cock into her so hard and fast that her back bowed under the impact. When Fina cried out and her tight sheath bore down on him in crushing, rhythmic pulses, Cutler leaned over her, bit her shoulder and punctured her skin with his teeth.

  Fina groaned then yelped. Her body twitched even as her pussy continued to grip and milk him hard. He tasted her blood and his wolf roared its triumph. She was marked. She was his. Savagely, Cutler drove into Fina’s upturned pussy and let the pleasure inside him build. The base of his spine then his balls tingled. Tissue and muscle prepared to release his seed. Throwing his head back, Cutler groaned when his testicles drew up hard and tight then began to pulse.

  He cried out at the first painful spasm. His virile seed shot up and out, flooding Fina’s pussy, seeping into her womb. Spasm after spasm rocked him and he groaned with each one, lost to the unspeakable pleasure of his orgasm, mindlessly spilling himself inside his mate.

  When the ecstasy began to fade, leaving him sated and happier than he’d ever remembered being, Cutler gently licked the punctures in Fina’s shoulder.

  She dropped to her chest when her arms wouldn’t support her any more, turned her head to the side and breathed hard. The head of Cutler’s penis felt very large inside her and instinct told her it would be several minutes before he’d be able to withdraw it. She flinched away from his mouth then forced herself to relax when she realized that his saliva—the same saliva that now ran through her veins and marked her as his—was soothing and sped her healing.

  Chapter Six

  Cutler stared up at the dark ceiling about an hour before he needed to get up for work. He cradled the slight, warm body lying next to him and curled a length of Fina’s silky hair around his finger. Inhaling deeply, Cutler filled his lungs with the scents that had kept him from sleep all night long.

  His mate.

  Cutler’s wolf sniffed her at the same time and growled with pleasure. Content, it returned to sleep easily. Cutler wished he could say the same for himself. Fina was marked, his, but she hadn’t marked him. It wasn’t in his nature to feel rattled yet anxiety clawed at him. She didn’t have to mark him right away and he cautioned himself against forcing her. Still, he felt uneasy without the evidence of her mark flowing through his veins.

  He tightened his hold on her, squeezing just hard enough to make her uncomfortable. Fina woke up with a grunt.

  “Morning, honey,” he breathed into her hair. “Sleep well?”

  Fina glared up at him. Some internal clock told her it was early and he was cheating her out of at least an hour of sleep. Suddenly she didn’t mind so much when she realized Cutler’s yummy body was pressed against hers, they were both naked and if she wasn’t mistaken that was a very large, very tasty morning erection tenting the sheets over his loins. She ran her hand over his heavily muscled chest, dragged the linens down, caressed his abdominals then cupped his balls gently.

  Cutler hissed then rolled his body into her touch. She caressed the heavy, pendulant orbs thoughtfully. It seemed she could sense Cutler’s mood, his need more clearly this morning. Instinct told her it was because he’d marked her. His essence was part of her. She also knew she hadn’t marked him.

  Something had held her back—fear maybe or disbelief but Fina knew she could no longer afford to waffle. It wasn’t that Cutler frightened her. How could her mate’s touch frighten her? Fina was simply too wounded by what had happened in Tennessee to give herself fully to him. He’d seemed convinced that she would in time but that was an Alpha for you...decide quick and charge ahead. She fought the urge to roll her eyes.

  What she couldn’t shrug off was the surety that she and Ryan needed Cutler. They needed an irrevocable bond between her and this Alpha to secure their safety...even if Fina no longer felt safe about so many things. Making up her mind, she slid down Cutler’s powerful body, moving her lips over his surprisingly soft skin and the deep undulations of his muscles. She dragged her breasts over his ribs then snuggled into him when she licked his navel. Cutler seemed to like that and he held back her hair so he could watch.

  They’d shared a cursory wash last night before falling back into bed to sleep so when Fina ran her tongue around the thick cap of Cutler’s erection, she tasted only skin and warmth with a hint of salt to perk up her taste buds. Cutler growled, rocked his hips forward and she watched a drop of pre-cum form on the tip. She licked it away, prepared to make a show of enjoying his taste then found she didn’t have to.

  Cutler smiled hesitantly. “You don’t have—” he started to say but she silenced him by taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Sucking gently, swirling the smooth back of her tongue around his girth, Fina kept her eyes on Cutler’s. He groaned his appreciation and didn’t look away.

  Still holding her hair back, he watched with rapt interest as Fina released the head to move her lips down his shaft, nibbling at him gently. She licked him slowly and sensuously and his hips rocked like they had a mind of their own. Cutler’s wolf howled and panted. She licked his balls with singular focus until her saliva pooled at the base of his ass then kissed her way back up his rod. Fina showed no great skill at fellatio but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm and that blew Cutler away. Enthusiasm couldn’t be faked and they had years ahead of them for technical improvement. He couldn’t wait to start.

  She swirled her tongue around the head, dug into the slit like she was rooting for more of his taste then swallowed him slowly, as much as she could and began a slow, up and down movement with her head.

  “Damn,” Cutler groaned and dropped his head back. He touched her jaw and resisted the urge to lift his hips and force his cock deeper into her mouth. The tingling started at the base of his spine and he balked. “Stop, Fina. I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

  She made a quiet sound of understanding and her tong
ue, pressed against his shaft, vibrated. Cutler hissed and pushed her away gently. “Stop, honey. Now,” he groaned and dragged her body back up the bed. He kissed her and slipped his fingers between her legs.

  Fina welcomed his touch, rolled into it and lifted her knee so he could touch her freely. With his mouth on hers, exploring her hotly, Cutler petted Fina’s cleft and sifted through her soft, clinging curls.

  “Damn you’re wet,” he breathed as his finger slid through her cream. “Is it just me or do you always wake up this horny?”

  Fina grinned and touched the hard pole of flesh digging into her thigh. “It’s you and apparently I’m not the only one.”

  Cutler grinned in wry agreement. “Hmm. Maybe we should do something about that.”

  “Maybe we should,” Fina taunted with a whisper and lifted her mouth to his. She relaxed and let Cutler’s talented fingers arouse her. After several minutes of devoted petting and deep, wet kissing, her need had her loins rocking in time with his strokes and had left her thighs smeared with her juices. Like Cutler had the night before, Fina didn’t ask—she sat up, straddled him and held the tip of his rod to her pussy.

  Confident and determined, Fina lowered her body onto Cutler’s, letting his thick arousal fill her slowly.

  Cutler groaned and held her breasts, hefting their weight and strumming her nipples with his thumbs. He squeezed gently and lifted his head to watch her body swallow him up in a slow, jerky slide. She stopped once, midway, caught her breath and eased back up before moving back down. Cutler let her take him at her own pace. He let her needs dictate the cadence of their loving...loved her for taking him so openly and confidently.

  He’d never tell her, never mention them to her again but none of his other lovers had taken him with confidence. Oh they talked a good game and swung their hips to catch his eye and tease him into fucking them. They’d touch him aggressively and peel off their clothes quick but when it came down to it, they rolled onto their backs and let their Alpha take what he wanted. In the past that had served his needs. None of the women in his pack were as strong as him...nowhere near it. Fucking them had been quick, mutually satisfying and without emotional strings. They’d fucked him because he was Alpha, not because he was Cutler. Until Fina came into his life, he hadn’t realized how much he’d longed for more.