Savage Security

by Ellis Leigh

  Not moving seemed near impossible, but he fought through the need to respond to her. Battled his instincts to answer her obvious need, her ultimate canine affection. Like the powerful wolf he was, he held his ground. His wolf wanted to roll her over and bite down on her neck, to claim her as his with his teeth and her blood. The man in him wanted to shift, for her to shift as well, so he could run his human hands over her skin. To feel her.

  Instead, when she finished covering him in her scent and sat before him as if expecting something, he did the only thing that felt right to the beast he truly was. He howled. Long and loud and soulful, he sang to the ancient moon and the spirits in the woods. To the fates that had given him the gift of such a female to be his. He called out to his brethren in the only way he knew.

  Beautiful eventually joined him in his song, her head thrown back, her wolf howling to the sky above. Singing to the moon as their kind had done for thousands of years. Both voices coming together as one.

  Deus had never felt so complete as he did in that moment. So utterly at home with another being beside him. And yet, he wanted more. Wanted to touch, to feel. To tease her, to witness her release, to taste it. He wanted the full mating experience, even if she wasn’t ready to exchange bites. Even if she wasn’t prepared to accept his essence yet or give him hers. He still wanted, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer to take. So he shifted human, barely even noticing the slight chill around him. His desire burning bright enough to keep them both warm. With his eyes locked on hers, he sat back on his knees. Cock hard and jutting upward, eyes focused completely on her.

  Offering himself to her.

  Demanding nothing. Hoping for it all.

  But he knew, if they were going to do this, do anything, it would have to be her decision.

  He could only hope she made the one that would join them. Forever.

  10

  Zoe’s wolf growled, the sound one of want and desire. Alaska—her fated mate—knelt a mere ten feet away, naked and calm. His hard cock pointed straight up into the air, a bead of precome glistening at the tip. The man looking so damned delicious, he made her crave him. Her mouth even watered at the very idea of getting a taste of him. She wanted…desperately.

  She bared her teeth, though, digging her claws into the hard-packed ground. Her wolf wanted to mate—to join herself with the man before her. To sink her teeth into his neck and feel the mating pull completed. But human Zoe wasn’t as sure.

  “It's just me, Beautiful.” Alaska held a hand out, reaching for her. Enticing her. She felt the pull to him, the draw of their bond. It bruised her body from the inside, making her joints hurt. Making everything ache. Every instinct wanted her to give in. Every experience of her life wanted her to hold back.

  Instincts won that particular battle.

  Zoe took two steps forward, shaking with the need building inside of her. Trembling from it. She wanted his body, his touch, and his kiss—wanted them so much, they were all she could think about. But she didn’t want his bite. Not yet. And that…if she gave in to the desire, if she took what she wanted from him, the bite would follow. It had to. What wolf could resist the urge to complete a mating, the need to sink their teeth in deep during sex? No one. Especially not her.

  Indecision pulled her up quick. She couldn’t move another step. Couldn’t decide whether it would be best just to give in or to keep fighting what she was beginning to see as the inevitable. She could still feel him against her skin, his wolf and hers rubbing alongside each other. Could still feel the tingles physical contact with her mate had caused. His touch had been electric. She wanted more. Of him, of them together, of this…just not everything.

  “I won’t hurt you,” Alaska said, sitting back on his heels as he waited for her to do something. Anything. So very calm, her mate. She didn’t want him calm—she wanted him grunting and grinding and falling apart at her touch. She wanted to feel him come inside her, to live with that overly wet, bruised feeling for the rest of the day, knowing it was because they’d been together.

  By the fates, how she wanted.

  Alaska sat still and calm, watching her, until watching must have become too much to deal with. His hand slid down his naked chest and over his rippled stomach. Heading south, heading to that long, hard piece of flesh she knew would bring her so much pleasure. Zoe couldn’t look away. Couldn’t stop staring as his fingers wrapped around the purple head and twisted before his fist slid down to the base. So fucking thick, this guy. So fucking gorgeous.

  “I can feel how much you want this. How much you need to get off,” Alaska said as he gave himself another slow stroke. “I can practically see the arousal pouring off of you. Stop fighting your instincts. Come. Take from me, Beautiful. Whatever we do today doesn’t have to involve a mating bite. We can just fuck. You and me, right here under the sky. I’ll fill you up nice and hard and deep. I’ll even let you ride me so you can control what we do. I’m man and wolf enough to give that to you because I know you want it. You need that, don’t you? The control. Well, it’s yours. Every inch of me is yours, every bit of control too. I surrender, Beautiful. Just get over here and let me sneak a taste of that pussy, sweet girl. I’m so hungry for you.”

  She whimpered, the sound drawing a low rumble from his chest. She didn’t have to bite him. In fact, she knew she wouldn’t. Knew he’d keep his promise not to bite her, too. But she could mate with him, get off with him. Fuck him.

  They were alone in Alaska for a reason, and one of those reasons could be to find out if they were compatible. Sex was an important component of that. She could give herself to him for a few nights, take what she wanted while she determined if they could move forward. It would be hard—so hard—if she decided to leave and not go through with the mating bites, but the plan seemed the safest. No surprises. No commitment before she felt ready. No trouble brewing on the horizon. Just her and Alaska and the passion they both felt for one another.

  At least, that’s what she told herself. Deep down, she knew once she crossed that line, there would be no coming back. Once they joined physically, they’d be connected. Not completely, he wouldn’t be able to track her or sense her feelings, but there would always be a bond between them.

  But maybe he’d be worth it.

  So she shifted, and she dove for him, rolling through the snow until she had pushed him to his back and landed on top of his hips. Even in human form, her growl shook through her as she pinned him down. Her wolf still so very close to the surface of her mind. Liking the dominance of the act, loving his submission.

  Alaska smiled up at her, a look of wonder on his face as he reached to tuck her hair behind her ears. “I gave you the right nickname, Beautiful. You’re so fucking stunning, as a wolf and a human.”

  And then he grabbed her neck and pulled her down, his lips overtaking hers. Hot and strong, he kissed with the force of his beast. Lapping into her mouth and dominating her tongue. His growl rumbled through the kiss, a possessive sort of sound that sent vibrations all the way down to her clit. Throbbing. She was absolutely throbbing for him.

  “Get up here, Beautiful,” Alaska said when he broke the kiss, adjusting his hips so his cock sat nestled in her slit. So he could tease her with every breath. “I want to feel you come on me.”

  “You think you can make me?”

  His cocky grin nearly undid her. “Baby, I’ll have you begging.”

  “I don’t beg.” But she had a feeling his bravado was based on more than attitude. Or maybe she just hoped, because being with a man good enough to make her beg for more sounded like a fine way to pass the time.

  Alaska didn’t answer her; he let his body do that talking. Rocking slow against her, he held her gaze as he began his patient torture. Every small thrust up had his cock hitting her clit, had her seeing stars and pushing closer to that edge. He kept his hands on her, sliding all over. Rubbing, teasing, worshiping with every inch of his big body. But it was the fire burning behind those icy green eyes that almost did
her in. He wanted her, and nothing felt better than being desired by a man like him.

  Not willing to give up the warmth of his touch just yet, wanting so much more of it, she slipped back off his hips and laid her body along his. The cold of the air around them kissed her skin, but she didn’t mind it. Especially not as Alaska’s hands worked their way down to her ass, holding her as he kneaded her flesh, spreading her cheeks with every hard grab. Rough but not too rough, strong but not overpowering. The perfect balance of taking what he wanted and letting her lead the way.

  And Zoe loved it.

  She planted a kiss on his soft lips, slicking her way inside for a taste. But she wanted the taste of more than his mouth. So she slid down his body, kissing and nibbling on his neck as he groaned and shook. To his chest, where she lapped over his flat nipples and earned a deep growl from him. She tasted every muscle along his abs, kissed and ran her fingers over every dip and ridge. And when she made it to his hips, when her chin brushed over the end of his cock, she teased him even more. Licking his hip bones, tickling along the V muscle she’d never know the name of but that made her stupid with desire. Rubbing her cheek along the length of his cock as if scenting him.

  “Fuck, Beautiful. You’re killing me here.”

  She grinned up at him, resting the side of her face against his cock and running a single finger down the length. “You ready to beg me to put my mouth on you yet?”

  He laughed, muscles bunching, smiling bright. “You are a tricky one, aren’t you?”

  She chuckled with him before running her fingertips from hip bones to the base of his cock then up the length. Feeling a deep pang as he sucked in a breath, as his cock twitched in her hand. He was ready for more, and so was she.

  Keeping her eyes on his, she rose up and licked the tip, tasting the salty precome there. Nearly giddy at the fire burning in his eyes. Unable not to tease him a little bit more. “So are you going to beg?”

  “Fuck yeah, I’ll beg.” He curled up as she licked him again, his abs flexed and hard. Watching her with those icy eyes. Looking so damn hungry, it hurt. “Suck me, Beautiful. Take me deep. I’m fucking begging for your mouth on me. I’ve been dreaming of those thick lips wrapped around my cock since I met you.”

  Zoe had never been a girl to back down from a challenge. She also wasn’t one to go slow. She gave Alaska a wink before opening her lips and sliding his cock between them. Deeper, more, sucking, licking, taking him in. Not giving him a break from the experience of being inside her mouth. Not letting up until she had him nudging the back of her throat.

  Alaska fell back, groaning, arching his back as he begged for more. As he trembled under her touch. Zoe kept at it, kept pushing him harder. Kept sucking him. His hands shook as he dug his fingers into the snow, and his thighs sat tensed underneath her. Ready to let go already, fighting the urge to come. She loved watching him battle against his pleasure—against what she gave him—this strong, talented man at her mercy.

  When she groaned with him still deep in her mouth, he grabbed her head. Tangled his fingers in her hair. Tugging, gently holding her down, keeping her on him as he rocked just enough to fuck her mouth. To take what he needed while still not demanding. She could have pulled away, could have backed off him even with his hands on her, but she wouldn’t. Didn’t want to. What she wanted was to keep sucking him. To drive him wild. To make him come.

  Her pussy clenched on nothing, soaking wet and so ready to be filled. But not yet. It was his turn, and if he was going to make her beg, she’d damn well make sure he did it first. More than just with words. She wanted his body begging for hers. So she sucked hard, groaning again the way she already knew he liked. Swallowing around him as he jolted beneath her.

  “Your mouth is a fucking dream. Look at you take all of me.” He pressed deeper, staring down at her, looking like a beast ready to explode. And then he bit his lip, pushing deeper into her throat, and she damn near whimpered at how hot that expression on his face made her. “Too much?”

  She pulled all the way to the tip and sank back down, proving how not too much this was. Alaska kept his hands in her hair, guiding, not pushing but definitely controlling. Growing more harried with every move, more needful and lost to his pleasure. So hot, her mate. So sexy as he took his pleasure.

  Unable to stop herself, needing to find her own release, she straddled his leg and rubbed her pussy against his thigh. Rocking her hips back and forth to find some sort of release from the need burning through her.

  “Is that your cunt so wet against my leg?” He shook his head when she sucked him harder in response. “Damn, Beautiful. You’re a needy thing, aren’t you? Responsive as fuck to your mate.”

  He reached down and tweaked her nipple, making her jump. Making her roll her hips harder over his muscles. She was going to come. Not from his mouth or his fingers or even the cock in her mouth. She was going to come because of his fucking thigh gliding along her clit. And she had a feeling she was going to love it.

  But Alaska apparently had other plans. “You’re so wet. I can’t waste that.”

  He jackknifed up, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her off him before spinning her around. She ended up lying across his body, his cock in her face, but this time—

  “Turnabout’s fair play, and I always like to be fair.” Alaska licked her. Licked her pussy from opening to clit. One long, slow, torturous motion that had her gasping and arching and shoving her hips back for more. Focusing on her own pleasure and neglecting his. He smacked her ass for that one, rubbing away the sting right after. “Get back to work, woman.”

  And then he attacked her clit with that wicked tongue. Zoe groaned and rubbed against him, the need building. Distracted but not wanting to tap out and simply enjoy the way he ate her, she sucked him back into her mouth. The angle wrong to take him as deep as before. Still, the two worked in tandem, both groaning and moaning and rocking and losing control. Zoe kept his cock wet and hard, licking and sucking and swallowing around him. And Alaska…well, Alaska had a lot of hidden talents. He used his thumbs to keep her lips spread, and he suckled her clit without mercy. Lashing it with his tongue whenever he broke contact. Never letting up. Never giving her a break from the assault.

  Zoe’s orgasm hit her just as Alaska pressed two big, thick fingers inside her. Her entire body locked down, the world freezing for a split second before she exploded, spinning out of control in her own mind as pleasure rocked through her. Alaska grunted underneath her, thrusting up into her mouth three times before coming. Before cursing and arching and filling her throat.

  Both growling.

  Both sated.

  For the moment.

  Alaska groaned after he’d caught his breath, running his hands over her shoulders and back. “While I’ll never turn down a chance to get your mouth on my cock or to eat this sweet pussy, next time, I want to do it where there aren’t spruce branches poking me in the ass.”

  She laughed and moved to turn around, lying along the length of him again. “Some guys might like being poked in the ass while getting their cock sucked.”

  He growled and yanked her up until she practically straddled his chest, his eyes brighter than normal. His wolf so very close to the forefront of his mind that the very sight called to hers.

  “We can explore ass-poking later, preferably with me doing the poking to that phenomenal ass of yours. Right now, though, I want you sitting on my face. I want you to fucking soak me, and then I want to get that cunt good and sloppy again.”

  Oh, his dirty, dirty mouth would be the death of her. “Well, aren’t you sweet.”

  He rolled her over, growling. Dropping a soft, heartbreaking kiss to her lips. Keeping it slow but deep, giving her the freedom to break away. Not that she’d want to.

  And when he finally pulled back, he kept his hand in her hair as he stared down at her. The amazed expression back on his face. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. Beautiful is too generic for you, too boring. Ev
ery inch of you is a masterpiece, the entire package a work of art. I am honored that you allowed me the privilege of tasting your release. Watching you come, capturing all that sweetness on my tongue, was a gift. One I’d never take advantage of.” He ran a thumb over her cheek and smiled, tugging at her heartstrings. Warming her heart and her body. But the cocky glint returned to his eyes, his lips curing into an almost-arrogant smirk as he said, “I can’t resist touching your soft skin, but if I don’t bury myself balls deep in your wet, soft pussy soon, I might go mad.”

  So damn charming. She laughed, biting her lip to keep from shooting him a goofy grin. “We can’t have that.”

  “Exactly.” He rolled them over and swatted her ass. “Get up, woman. We’ve got a run back to the cabin, and then I’m fucking that pussy until you come at least three more times.”

  She always had loved a man with a plan.

  11

  Deus raced after his mate’s silver wolf, dodging trees and growling the entire way back to the cabin. They weren’t in a fun run or a jaunt through the woods. They ran with purpose, with determination and a goal. They were running home to have sex. Lots and lots of sex. Fated mate sex.

  He didn’t quite know how to process that.

  Twelve hundred years. That was an exceptional amount of time to exist without a mate by your side. He’d long ago given up hope he’d ever meet his. Even after his Dire brothers started finding their females and falling into matings one by one, he’d assumed his would simply never appear. He and Luc—the bachelors of the group. He would have been okay with that.

  He would not be okay with it now that he’d met Beautiful.

  Fuck, he still didn’t know her name, though she’d forever be Beautiful to him. He wasn’t kidding when he’d said the word was too generic for her, though. There was no descriptor for how gorgeous she was. Nothing in the seventeen languages he spoke to accurately describe how she stole his breath every time she looked his way with those wide, hazel eyes. He’d been gifted a dream, a woman who stunned him stupid simply by existing and who had a wickedly smart head on her shoulders. He couldn’t ask for anything more.