When a Pack Dies

by Gwen Campbell

  Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, Fina affected a coquettish look and if his deep, quiet laugh was any indicator, Nath approved. His gaze was riveted on her as she reached behind herself, unsnapped her bra then covered her breasts with her forearm. When the pale satin and lace dropped to the floor, his eyes flashed.

  “Bring them here. Please. I need to taste you.”

  Without hesitation but with teasing slowness, Fina crossed the smooth, tiled floor. He took hold of her wrists and pulled her arms away from her body.

  “Beautiful,” Nath whispered. Fina’s nipples hardened. Bending his head to her slowly, almost reverently, he smoothed his whisker-rough cheeks over the inner curve of one breast then the other. He kissed her sternum...a gentle drawn-out pursing of his lips and inhaled. With a deep rumble of contentment, he drew his cheek over the curve of her breasts again. Rough, darkened fingers cupped her, pressed her breasts into his face, cushioning the sharp cut of his cheekbones with her softness and he smiled.

  Fina felt the lifting of Nath’s mouth, saw the crinkles on either side of his eyes when he looked up at her. His eyes drifted shut as he kissed her. With a gasp, Fina felt the tip of his tongue move over her. She felt absorbed. Consumed. Nath explored her breasts with almost every sense—taste, feel, sight and scent. The sound of his breathing grew louder in the tiled bathroom. Rough thumbs grazed her nipples only to return to pinch, caress and squeeze.

  Her hips rocked in time with the rising cadence of his heartbeat.

  Threading her fingers into his hair freshened the scent of wood smoke and pine around them. “Nath,” Fina whispered hoarsely and held him to her.

  “Fina,” he answered, kissed her nipple gently while his thumb strummed the other. He leaned his head back against the wall and flashed her a wicked grin. “Turn around.”

  Again chewing on her lower lip, she obeyed slowly.

  Nath’s warm, rough hands felt good on her skin. He caressed her back, her shoulders, the front of her thighs. Soft lips surrounded by a prickling of whiskers moved over the elastic of her boy-cut panties, the exposed bottoms of each ass cheek.

  “Hands on knees, Fina. Bend forward.”

  The roughness in Nath’s voice made Fina shiver and for the first time, she was hesitant to obey.

  “More, sweetheart.” His voice was still rough but it was also encouraging now. She heard warmth instead of censure and leaned forward. “Back parallel to the floor. Damn you’re beautiful. I’d crawl on my knees over broken glass to kiss this perfect ass.”

  She gasped and trembled when Nath’s lips moved over her butt. Thick fingers moved with surprising delicacy over her satin-covered nether lips before tugging her panties aside. A warm, moist exhalation of air was Fina’s only warning before his tongue sank into her. Moving slow and sinking deep, it curled inside her, gathering up her wetness and taste before sliding out. Fina groaned when she heard him smack his lips with pleasure, swallow then return. Holding onto her hips, still pulling her panties to the side, Nath slid his tongue into her again and again. Not fucking or probing her, simply drawing out her taste and drinking it with relish.

  By the time he slid her panties down and off, Fina was shaking so badly she could barely keep her balance as she stepped out of them.

  Nath bit her ass hard enough to sting, stood up fast, gripped her shoulders and hauled her over to the shower stall.

  “That’ll hold me for now, sweetheart,” he said with a wink as he reached inside to turn on the water. “After you wash my back I’ll finish what I started.”

  Blinking dumbly at his broad, tanned back, Fina watched Nath test the temperature, adjust it then retrieve clean towels from the cupboard. Holding the shower door open with his shoulder, he took hold of her hands and led her inside.

  The shower was roomy and accommodated them easily. Fina figured it would hold her, Nath and Cutler and held back a giggle as she considered the possibilities. A grin quirked up one side of Nath’s mouth as he handed her the bar of soap then turned and faced the wall, arms at a comfortable angle over his head, palms pressed against the tiles. His legs were set about shoulder width apart and he let his head fall forward.

  Fina needed no other invitation. Nath’s body was hers. He was hers. This powerful Beta surrendered himself to her without fanfare, direction or stipulation. The position of his body was for her convenience and conveyed his want but he issued no order.

  With a sigh of anticipation, Fina worked up a lather. Her soap had a light scent and the spread of Nath’s lats, the lifting of his shoulders caught her eye as he inhaled.

  “It smells like you,” he murmured then dropped his head back down. The water spilling over his shoulder raised then rinsed away a thin line of dirt in the crease where shoulder and neck met. Fina set the bar down and started there.

  Growling quietly and continuously, he made a sound that was almost catlike. Knowing he’d be insulted by the comparison, Fina simply grinned and massaged the lather into Nath’s neck. His skin was smooth and slippery...warm, soft and the body beneath was hard and thickly muscled. She stepped forward, pressed her breasts into his back because it felt better to be close and explored the planes and expanse of Nath’s body. The deep curve at the front of his shoulders. The powerful indent of his armpits. The smooth, full rise of his chest. The deep, powerful and long muscles guarding his spine.

  When he dipped his head under the water, the scent of wood smoke and pine intensified then diluted quickly. He reached for her shampoo, squirted some into his hand and washed his hair while Fina traced the bumps and ridges of his obliques. His body fascinated her. The unchecked freedom to touch and explore was intoxicating and she picked up the soap again, raised even more lather than before and after putting the bar back down, caressed his hips, thighs then cupped his ass in her palms and squeezed.

  Nath hissed as he inhaled. “Harder. God I love your hands on me.” Angling his torso closer to the wall pressed his backside into Fina’s belly. She pinched him, hard enough to turn his skin white then stepped back. Nath hissed again.

  “My ass,” Fina growled imperiously. “My pace,” she added as she smoothed her palms over Nath’s hard curves.

  Chuckling, he glanced over his shoulder at her. “I didn’t know my pretty little bitch had a touch of domme in her.” Dropping his head back down, letting the water hit the back of his neck, Nath relaxed and stood still. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

  Touching him reverently now, she stroked his arms, pressed her body lightly into his and slid her fingers between his, washed them, before she kissed his shoulder. After his legs were soaped and massaged, she straightened and again pressed her breasts into his back. With a low sigh of anticipation, Fina slid her hands around Nath’s muscular body and stroked his abdomen.

  He rolled his torso into her touch, moving subtly, rhythmically and she could picture his eyes drifting shut, a smile curling his full, firm lips when she toyed with the nest of curls at the base of his cock. Breathing hard then holding the air in his lungs, Nath dropped his head even further to watch her fingers pet his shaft.

  “You’re killing me,” he groaned and thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock into her hand.

  Fina didn’t have the heart or the will to tease him any longer. Nath’s broad back warmed her breasts as she wrapped her hands around the hard pole jutting out from his loins. Sliding her grip up and down with a slow, light touch, she grinned when he shivered and moaned.

  “Play with my sac. Please.”

  The muscles in his back flexed when her hand slid down and cupped his balls. Curious fingers manipulated the warm skin, the taut orbs inside, discovering their weight and size. Fina growled her approval.

  “Yeah, sweetheart...if you like them now, wait’ll you see them in action.”

  They laughed together then Nath inhaled sharply when she tightened her hold on his cock and moved her hand in earnest. “Hold me tighter.” His head was angled so he could watch. “The soap’s a great lubricant. It won’t
hurt if you go faster.” Breathing hard and gasping once, he stopped rolling his hips and let her fist his cock. “Pause at the head. Squeeze. Harder. No, harder.” His voice was harsh. Demanding.

  “Yeah,” Nath purred and resumed rolling his hips. “That’s good. So good.” He trembled. “Run your other hand over my stomach. Pinch my nipples. Make them burn.”

  Fina blinked at Nath’s graphic instructions but that didn’t stop her from following them. She didn’t have much experience with lovemaking and she was all for making it as good for him as she could. Moving her hand over his torso, pinching his nipples and drawing her nails across his belly made Nath snarl and groan. Hot water pelted their shoulders and steam swirled around them.

  “Fuck I’m gonna come,” he moaned as his hips rocked faster. “Rub my sac for luck, sweetheart. Make it a good one.”

  Chuckling while Nath panted, she manipulated his pouch, held it gently and pulled it down and away from his body—just a little. He made no overt signs of distress.

  “Yeah. Yeah,” he chanted. It was a rough, guttural sound. “Fina. Faster. Jerk my cock. Make me come. Fina.” Her name was a rising growl as Nath’s hips slammed forward. The balls in her hand resisted her downward pull, drew up hard and tight into his body then began to pulse. Grunting and shaking in time with the pulses, Nath snarled. The back pressed into her breasts tensed like the rest of him. His ass rocked back into her belly and she would have been knocked out of the shower stall except she was holding onto his genitals too tightly. Thick, silky warmth slid down the back of her hand as the powerful twitching of his cock eased.

  Nath’s body jerked and tensed again. “Easy now,” he hissed and lay one of his hands over hers. The other slid across the tiled wall so he could rest his forehead on it. Taking hold of her wrist, he had her stroke him gently, from head to base, then stroke his smooth sac, pet the wet, coarse curls above his shaft.

  As his heartbeat slowed, they fell silent. The sound of the falling water became the backdrop to her caresses. “I love you, sweetheart,” he sighed after a time, straightened and turned.

  His kiss was warm, wet, maybe even a bit lazy. Large, rough hands cradled her neck. Fingers caressed the base of her scalp and his forearms rested on her breasts. His lips smoothed over hers, their sweetness enhanced by the stubble on his chin. Holding her lower lip between his teeth, he tugged gently and ran his tongue over her captive flesh.

  When he finally lifted his head, Nath looked down at her with a boyish grin, grabbed the soap and washed her quickly and efficiently. There was nothing playful about his touch. In his haste, he handled her brusquely then grabbed the hand-held shower attachment, aimed the spray at her body, spun her and rinsed her fast.

  “Girls like it when you take things slow,” Fina grouched.

  “Yeah, I know,” Nath replied saucily. He kissed her shoulder, the tip of her breast then aimed the spray at the wall, washing off the thick trails of semen clinging to the tiles. Then he turned the spray on himself. “So let’s not waste any more time in here, hmm?” The water bounced off his body from every angle as he aggressively rinsed the soap and cum off himself. Fina had to blink repeatedly to keep the water out of her eyes.

  With a sharp jerk of his hand he turned the water off, set the shower head back in its cradle, opened the door and stepped out. “Hurry up before you get cold.” Grinning, Nath held up a large towel then wrapped her in it when she got out of the shower.

  It was pure heaven when he rubbed the thick, nubby cotton all over her body. Her back tingled, her calves felt invigorated, her arms glowed. Even her breasts were rosy, her nipples tight, dark points when Nath paid particular attention to them and rubbed them vigorously. Holding her arms out obediently, Fina purred with pleasure.

  “My hot little kit,” he teased as he ran the towel between her legs, teasing her folds then squeezing her ass. Ignoring her pout when he stopped, he tossed the towel over the top of the shower, grabbed a fresh one and handed it to her. “Make it quick, sweetheart. I’ve got a full itinerary planned.”

  “You do do you?” she drawled as she drew the towel over his shoulder and down his arm.

  “Oh yeah. Sleeping outdoors under canvas for five nights with six snoring strangers gives a man time to think about all the hot,” he slid his fingers around her breast, lifted it to his mouth and bit it gently, “wicked...” Reaching behind her while Fina rubbed the towel over his chest, Nath caressed her ass, reached between her legs and petted her swollen nether lips. “...dirty things he wants to do to his woman.”

  Fina’s left knee buckled.

  A corner of his mouth curled up in a knowing smile but there was no arrogance in it. He eased a finger into her, withdrew it slowly then shoved it back into her hard. Fina’s other knee buckled but Nath’s free arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her upright, the towel squished between them. His eyes on hers, he withdrew his finger gently, put it in his mouth and noisily sucked her cream off it.

  “Hmm. Tasty.” His expression darkened. Lust overshadowed his teasing smile. “Stand up,” he growled as his eyes flashed and the muscles in his face rippled. His wolf was very close to the surface. “Show me how strong my bitch is.”

  Locking her knees, Fina forced herself upright.

  Without another word, Nath took hold of the towel, ran it over his big, muscular body, dropped it on the floor before he was fully dry and took her hand. He led her into the bedroom and stopped when they were beside the bed.

  Nath sniffed the air deliberately. “Cutler mated with you here?” he asked although there was really no question in his voice.

  “Yes.”

  Looking down at her, Nath touched her cheek. “Then this is where I’ll mate with you too. Keep things even between us. Make this place special for us. Make it ours. All of us.” One of his eyebrows lifted slowly like he was waiting for her to agree. Or not.

  She nodded slowly. There was a...rightness in Nath’s reasoning.

  “Good. Now take your hair down, beautiful bitch. Do it slow. Tease me.” Nath’s grin was seductive and he stepped back. His hand drifted to his cock, stroked it lightly while his other hand moved over his tight belly. He touched himself as he watched.

  The corner of her mouth curled up then she licked her lower lip. Reaching up slowly, glancing down at her breasts as they lifted and angled toward him with the movement, Fina undid the first clip holding her hair in place. One by one she removed them and set them on the night table, keenly aware of the sway and shift of her breasts as she moved. Loving the lust firing in Nath’s eyes every time they did. Holding her elbows up higher than she needed, thrusting her breasts forward, Fina ran her fingers through her hair, loosened it and shook her head. Her breasts jiggled. Nath growled and his irises expanded until his eyes were more black than blue.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered. “That’s what I’ve been fantasizing about.” Reaching out, he took hold of her breasts, gave them a long, slow squeeze and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. “It feels like I’ve waited my whole life for you, woman.”

  Closing the distance between them, Nath pressed his chest into the backs of his hands, increasing the pressure on her breasts and lowered his mouth to hers. His tongue slid into her mouth slowly, with quiet intensity, and caressed hers. He moaned quietly when she ran her tongue over his and put her arms around him, pulling his body tighter into hers. When his fingers flexed, Fina trembled and drove her tongue deep into his mouth.

  Nath held his ground against her. He kept his hands on her breasts, squeezed them sporadically and let Fina use her strength to hold him, grind her body against his, hang on tight. She stabbed her tongue into his mouth then tickled the roof of his mouth, tested the smoothness of his teeth, licked the sensitive, inner rim of his lips.

  Growling with pleasure, Nath held himself still for endless minutes, letting her learn his mouth, telling her how he liked to be kissed by the intensity of his response, all the while cradling her breasts like they were the most precious thing
s he’d ever held.

  Finally he stepped back, easily overpowering her grip and silencing her snarl of disapproval with a snarl of his own.

  “On the bed. On your hands and knees.” He put more space between them. “Lift your ass to me, beautiful bitch. Offer me your scent.” Moving slowly, his eyes all over her, Nath walked to the foot of the bed. He stood there, legs braced apart, a hand planted on his bare hip, the other stroking his swelling cock.

  She wasn’t self conscious but she felt awkward as she climbed onto the bed. Fina was no seductress. She was an immature bitch, inexperienced. Sure her older sisters had mated and had cubs by her age but Fina had focused on her studies instead. She’d been influenced more by her human friends’ biological clocks than her wolf’s. Out here, as a member of this large, vibrant pack, she was definitely behind the curve.

  Nath touched her ankle. “Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful. Really, really beautiful. I love every inch of you. Even that funky kink in your big toe,” he added earnestly and stroked her foot.

  Despite herself, Fina grinned. She’d broken the toe during her first pack run. It was the first time she’d changed into wolf form and she’d been a bit...uncoordinated.

  “This is all just love play, sweetheart,” Nathaniel pressed. “Us teasing each other until we’re so hot to fuck we can’t stand it. You up for that?”

  She grinned when she heard her own words spoken back to her.

  “Yes,” she answered with only a little hesitancy. “It’s just...”

  “New,” Nath supplied succinctly when her voice faded. “New is good.” He kissed her calf, the curve of her hip. “New is fun,” he added playfully and nipped at her butt, over and over until she giggled and pushed his face away. He straightened away from her, slapped her backside with enough force to make her yelp then watched her. Blue eyes blazing, arms crossed over his chest making his muscles bulge, Nath flashed her a heated smile.

  “On your knees,” he repeated in a deep, domineering voice. “Offer me your scent. Don’t make me ask a second time for what’s mine.”