Ash Tail Pack

by T. Cobbin

“We still need to umm…” Her cheeks heated.

  A smile filled Duke’s troubled face until it beamed as brightly as his eyes. “We can’t really leave this cabin ’til the deed is done, in case he comes back. But now that we’re alone, we can take it at our pace. That’s if you do really want me?” he asked with a worried voice, the smile on his face dropping.

  “Duke, I have dreamed about you ever since I left. I’ve had all kinds of dirty thoughts involving you. I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. I had the chance on the outside to love anyone I wished. But to think of anyone else in my heart or bed, taking what I think is rightfully yours… It just wouldn’t do.” She looked up into his deep green eyes and hoped he could see her honesty. “I would have stayed and mated you at seventeen,” she confessed.

  Duke smiled. “I know that too. The day you left, it took so much energy and stamina for me to not turn back to you, to keep walking away.” The look on his face turned to one of love, lust, and passion. “I love you, Raven. I want my lips to coat every inch of your skin. I want your first time to be slow and easy. I want my mark on your skin and to remember forever the day I placed it on you. I want your mark on me, so you can remember the brain-melting orgasm that caused you to rake your claws across my body.”

  A tiny shiver rippled down Raven’s spine. The seduction in his voice was so sexy. The image of him giving her an orgasm as she marked him was powerful. For him to forever be hers. “And not seeing me in four years, that doesn’t bother you?”

  “Bother me how?” he asked.

  “Well, we don’t really know each other that well anymore.”

  Duke chuckled, shaking his head a little, and placed a whisper of a kiss on her lips. “You forget, we have written to each other every single day for those three years, eleven months, and three days. I know you love mint chocolate ice cream when you’re sad, and butterscotch when you’re happy. I know your favorite flowers are red roses. You love running in the rain. You—”

  “Okay, okay. So, you know me,” she conceded.

  “And you know me.”

  “Well, I thought I did.” She snorted, running a finger over his very fine, and tight, pecs. “These are a lot bigger. And these are too.” She admired his muscles, running another finger over his biceps. And this…” She fingered his beard, tugging at the ends. “...is very new. It makes you look…older.” She giggled.

  “Too old for you then?” he said sternly. But the tiny lift at the ends of his lips deceived the tone of his serious voice.

  “Never too old.” Biting down on her bottom lip to hide her smile, she made a show of examining his hair carefully. “But then, I can see a few gray hairs, here and here.” She pointed randomly at spots on his head.

  A laugh blasted from her when his fingers tickled her sides. The next moment she found herself flat on her back, looking up into his smiling eyes. But his smile dropped and another serious look overcame his face.

  Chapter 4

  “Be my queen?” Duke implored. “Let me be your alpha and share the mantle for the pack? Not just because you must, but because you want to.” He ran his thumb down her chin, then pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth before planting a sweet kiss on her lips.

  “Oh, Duke.” She sighed. “It’s never been anyone else but you.”

  She met him halfway this time in a heated kiss. Their lips touched, their tongues met and stroked each other. What felt like fire blazed over her skin everywhere his hands roamed. The sheet wrapped around her disappeared in a flash. Her back bowed as he moved lower down her body. She could feel his erection resting between her thighs. His lips kissed every inch of skin they touched. One of his large hands cupped her right breast as he kissed lower past it. His fingertips curled around her hardened nipple, crushing it to add a little pain.

  “Yes.” She sighed as his tongue laved down the center of her stomach, through her navel and down to the top of her trimmed mound. His hand left her breast to join his other, cupping her buttocks. His heated breath caressed her skin.

  Lifting her head, she stared into his eyes, watching them sparkle. He delved forward, his tongue meeting her warm, damp flesh. A gasp left her when his tongue stroked along the top of her lower lip. He shifted her legs wider to gain more of an entrance between them, his large shoulders holding them apart. Using his thumbs and forefingers, he separated her labia and ducked his head.

  She dropped her head back onto the pillow when his tongue touched her clit. Her legs shook on either side of his head. He licked, he tortured her with his kisses. She had always wondered what this would feel like by someone else’s fingers besides hers. She’d bought an eight-inch realistic vibrator with her first pay package, so she wasn’t a virgin in that sense. She’d often thought about Duke fucking her, but this… Well, this was more. She no longer had to dream or pretend. This was real.

  Duke carried on devouring her, and her hands could do nothing more than fist the bedding. Her hips jerked as he hungrily sucked on her most sensitive parts. When a finger entered her wet pussy, the orgasm he was building inside of her nearly rocketed. Another long, thick digit entered her and skillfully curled, to run along her g-spot, causing streaks of nerve-tingling electric shots to shoot through her. Her skin felt tight, her breasts ached, and her pussy clenched around his fingers, trying to grasp onto them when they withdrew.

  “Please. Oh, Duke… Please,” she begged. She just needed that little bit more. Her whole body was on edge.

  As if reading her mind, he added another finger and thrust in deep and hard. He sucked that tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth and clamped down lightly onto it with his teeth. Her back bowed and her fingers gripped the bedding material as an almighty orgasm, the likes of which she’d never felt before, consumed her body. She tried to clench her thighs together to manage the near painful ripples inside her pussy, but the hard-muscled shoulders of Duke wouldn’t allow it. The man himself was still wringing every ounce of pleasure by slowly moving his fingers in and out, continuously fucking her. When Duke’s fingers finally stopped thrusting inside her, and her body relaxed into a pile of jelly, she lay gasping at the wondrous feeling Duke had just managed to extract from her body.

  “Goddess.” She sighed. “Wow.” She had been reduced to single words.

  Tilting her head down, she stared down her body to a smiling Duke, who was wiping her juices off his bearded chin. Looking at the fingertip-length layer of hair around his mouth, she remembered she’d wondered if it would tickle her. In all the haziness he’d cause with his mouth, she hadn’t even been aware if it had or hadn’t. Next time, she thought.

  “Now, that’s something I will get you to do again.” She grinned.

  “Princess, you only need to ask. I will suck on you from dawn ’til dusk and never get bored.”

  Climbing up and over her body, Duke ducked his head and kissed her. She could taste the muskiness of her own flavor combined with his. She moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of his tongue sliding along hers. The question of his beard tickling her left her mind.

  * * * *

  The sweet taste of Raven’s pleasure ran over Duke’s taste buds, only to intensify once again when he stabbed his tongue into her mouth and slid it along hers. His cock was hard and near painful as it jerked against his stomach, leaving behind a trail of his own juices. He knew she was wet enough to plunge deeply inside her cunt. But it was her first time, and he wanted to take it slow and easy.

  Lining up his sex against hers, he could feel her inner heat. Sliding his right hand down her body, he encouraged her to wrap her legs tightly around his waist. Slowly, the head of his member slipped inside. He groaned at the tightness as her pussy squeezed his shaft.

  “Easy, princess.” He moaned as he slipped inside a little more. He had to stop kissing her to grit his teeth. His balls were tight against his body, ready to burst its contents inside her. His hands shifted to claws, ready to mark her on the outside as his seed marked her on the inside. Slowly, he pushe
d, until finally he was embedded fully to the hilt.

  “This is more than I ever thought or dreamed of.” Raven’s voice sounded husky, almost gravelly.

  “Hold on a second. Once you have fully adjusted to me, it will get a whole lot better.” He kissed down her neck and along her collarbone.

  She wrapped her legs even tighter around his hips and wiggled, silently urging him to move. Her pussy clamped around his cock, making it hard for him to think. He was so close to coming. Pulling back, he closed his eyes to just enjoy the exquisite sensation of his sex running along the walls of the woman he’d dreamed about being with for years. Raven hummed in delight, and her cunt walls pulsated against his shaft as he slowly pushed inside. Once he was fully embedded again, he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting hers. Her eyes sparkled. Her irises had several light shades of green with an inner ring of hazel. They were stunning.

  “Move, Duke, please, you’re torturing me,” she pleaded, moving her hips against his.

  He smiled as he pulled out to the tip of his cock and thrust back deeply inside her. This time he didn’t pause; he plundered inside her over and over. He glanced down between their bodies to see their combined juices running over his cock. Perspiration gathered on their skins. Their breaths came out in pants, and the room filled with the scent of sex. The pungent aroma of fear could no longer be smelled. Each time Duke seated himself inside her welcoming sex, her walls pressed against his member as if trying to hold on to him.

  He couldn’t help but smile at her “Oh goddess” sighs between the tiny, sexy grunts. Tingles of pleasure ran down his spine. He kissed her hard, shoving his tongue between her lips and delving inside her mouth. His movements had no pattern. He was so near to coming, his balls were so tight against his body, and he groaned each time he hit the top of her cervix. With ease, he shifted his left hand back to human and pressed his thumb against her swollen nub. He planted a few kisses over her collarbone, then lower still, until he nipped at her right breast with his teeth before sucking the engorged nipple into his mouth.

  Raven’s back arched, her sex clamped down on his shaft, and she screamed out his name while drawing two sets of claws over his shoulders. The scent of coppery blood filled his senses as he thrust deep inside his mate a few more times. Unable to hold out any longer, he moved his hand from her clit and held on to her waist and shifted his fingers into claws. With one final thrust, he allowed himself to cum with a long cry of his own, spilling his seed deep inside Raven. His claws sliced across the top of her waist, leaving long, bloody welts behind that would heal and forever show his mark.

  Mine! was his only thought before he slumped over his mate’s body. He wasn’t sure how long it was before reality kicked in. He shifted to lay on his back, pulling Raven over the top of him, her hair covering her face and his shoulders like a curtain. Unable to see her face, he gently stroked her hair out of the way until he could see her small, satisfied smile. It was then the feelings of the pack hit him like a boulder, smack in the face.

  * * * *

  “Oh shit!” Duke moaned underneath Raven, bringing her out of the ‘oh my goddess that was amazing’ daze. That was the best flaming way to introduce me to sex stupor.

  When Duke tensed Raven automatically knew what was wrong. His hands shot up and cupped around his ears, trying to protect them. The only sounds Raven could hear were her own and Duke’s, but Duke wasn’t hearing that, he was feeling every single emotion from the pack all at once in his brain. It was only this morning Raven herself had experienced this.

  “Duke.” She called his name, sitting up. “Duke, look at me.” She straddled his chest and looked down at him while cupping his face. Glassy eyes met hers and a deep frown creased between his brows. “You can turn the emotions down. Imagine a small volume knob and turn it down,” she urged.

  A few precious, anxious filled seconds went by before the intense, worried look on Duke’s face calmed.

  “Fuck me!” he cursed.

  “I thought I just did.” She giggled.

  “Wow, woman, how did you learn to do that? That was fucking… Shit!” He shook his head a little, and his eyes slowly lost the glassy, horrified look.

  “Well,” she said with a chortle and slapped his chest lightly. “It looks like you are alpha, beta.” She laughed.

  “Oh, dear goddess, woman. Was that an attempt at a joke?” He shook his head again and grimaced.

  “Yes, well, there are plenty of dry puns left inside of me, so be warned.”

  Duke suddenly spun them around, the sheet gathering tightly around their bodies. “I can take whatever you give out and return it.” He smiled down at her. “But,” he said, his emotion changing quickly, “I suppose it’s time to get back to reality. We have a pack that’s waiting for us. I can sense their anxiousness.”

  “Yeah, so can I.” She tentatively smiled. She also knew she had to deal with her father’s funeral. “Reality,” she echoed and nodded. Reality meant dealing with her father, their pack, and learning to live with a mate she’d only been in contact with via email for the last four years.

  With quite a bit of jostling, Duke managed to untangle them from the sheet. He sat on the edge of the bed looking down at the floor, before picking up some of her tattered clothing. “Sorry, love, but by the looks of it, not much survived.”

  He held up what she’d been wearing. They were nothing but rags now. She didn’t look at the material in Duke’s hands for too long; the thought of those three men’s hands on her made her feel sick. Raising her gaze, she stared at Duke’s naked shoulders instead. Four deep claw marks either side of his shoulders were beginning to heal over. Her marks. He would bear them forever and a day. She clenched her thighs together, remembering what they had just done. She couldn’t help the smile on her face when he raised his eyes, meeting hers.

  “Behave,” he warned, growling. “We need to deal with the pack first.” Although he had a stern look on his face, she could feel, scent, and see his own arousal growing.

  “We’ll wolf it back to my luggage,” she offered, lifting an eyebrow in challenge. As fast as she could, she called to her wolf and shifted on the bed.

  Duke tugged the remaining part of the sheet from underneath her paws and chuckled at her dancing around trying to stay standing up. Bastard! She cursed in her mind. I’ll get you back later. With a leap, she bounded off the bed, wondering what Duke was doing with the sheet in his hands, then she remembered the pack law which stated newly mated pairs were to place their bedsheets for all to see. That was the confirmation needed that they were properly mated and not faked. With a low, deep growl, she dived for the sheet and tugged it with her teeth.

  The law had been brought into existence many years ago, after a mating was found to be fake. A high-ranking enforcer’s daughter tried to get out of a marriage that her parents had arranged. She had a friend who was gay and hadn’t wanted to tell his parents, so the pair came up with a plan to fake a mating. They managed to convince both sets of parents and many of the pack, that was until a few years later. It was hard for the pair to keep their secret, especially when the female never conceived and the male was seen with another male.

  The daughter’s family blew their lids, but nothing could be done. Their daughter carried a male’s mating mark so couldn’t be forced to mate another, even if her relationship was fake. The family went to the elders and demanded the elders do something so it wouldn’t happen again. The elders and alpha at the time got together and a new law was created.

  “Hey, princess. I don’t like this either, but it has to be done.” Duke tugged the sheet high enough she was left dangling in the air for a few seconds before she opened her jaw and reluctantly released the material.

  Duke opened the cabin door and went outside. Raven sat growling in the doorway as he none too neatly threw the sheet over a single roped line in the garden and tied it.

  “Tomorrow morning I’ll make sure it’s removed,” he promised.

  Raven would mak
e sure of it. She was also going to make sure the law regarding the showing of the sheet was changed. Since there were no longer arranged marriages, as there had been when the law was made, there was no real reason to show the newlyweds’ bedding. It was gross, and an invasion of their privacy.

  Leaning down toward her, Duke kissed her nose. His cock was mere inches from her snout. With a snort, she licked his sex and ran off, with the salty muskiness taste on her tongue.

  “Oh, come on, Raven, that’s just wrong,” he muttered behind her.

  She ran through her woods. She was home, and she was mated. Now she had to deal with the pack and her father’s goodbye.

  It didn’t take long for Duke to catch up to her. His tail whipped hers as they came to a stop near her luggage. She quickly shifted back to her human form and opened one of the bags she’d dropped. Plucking out a knee-length, black, long-sleeved dress, she clothed herself before opening another bag and offering it to Duke who was still in wolf form.

  “Why are you still wolfing?” she asked, worried. Quickly, she turned on the spot and pulled all the scents in from around them. Not smelling anything out of the ordinary, she turned back to Duke. He was still standing in wolf form beside her, but was wagging his tail. “What...” She frowned. He moved a few steps toward her, his nose touching her leg. “Oh no.” She giggled, gathering what he was up to.

  Before she could sum up his emotions to see if she was right, he pounced. She found herself lying on the ground with a 140 pound gray wolf with a white tail on top of her. She raised her hands but couldn’t hold off the slobbery tongue that licked up the side of her neck, over her face, and back again.

  “Eeewww.” She moaned. “Duke, that’s just nasty.”

  In a flash of grinding bones and conforming muscles, Duke, in his human form, was straddling her waist, his cock bobbing against his stomach. “Gotcha.”

  He laughed and stood, offering his hand to her. Grabbing it, she pulled herself up and ran her hands over the wet bits, trying to dry them.