A Wolf's Contract

by Tl Reeve

  “Ah, Kru,” Player said, as he sat on his haunches. “You’re just in time to watch me fuck your girl.”

  “Like I said, the fuck you are.” He advanced. His single-minded focus leveled on the man stroking his prick. “Limp dick issues?”

  Player snarled at him and stood. His hands fisted at his side. Kru saw the murderous intent in the asshole’s eyes and he welcomed it. It gave Kalum, Graham, and Poppa a chance to get the women away from the house and safe in the truck. When they ran from the shadows of the house, it surprised everyone including Kru, but Alicia’s words would haunt him for the rest of his life. She sacrificed herself for us.

  “I’m an equal opportunity fucker.” Player grinned. “How about you suck my cock and when I kill Gabby I’ll let you fuck me.” He licked his lips then gave a maniacal laugh. “It’ll be fun.”

  Kru advanced on him. “I have a better idea.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah, I’m going to kill you, break off your useless dick, and shove it down your throat.” He reached for the skinny bastard, but he stepped away from Kru’s reach.

  “Such violence.” Player stuffed himself into pants. “I guess we’re at a stalemate here.”

  “No we’re not. You will die tonight.”

  “Such confidence. Tell me, have you ever told your precious little girl about us, Kru? About our time at the clubhouse? About the nights we spent fucking each other?” he asked, reaching behind his back.

  “What is your obsession with sex?” Not even acknowledging his statement, because, yes, he’d fucked Player, but what did it matter now? “You can’t get a hard-on unless someone is screaming, or unless a guy is telling you what to do…there are shrinks to help you, man. Maybe you should see someone.” All he wanted to do was get Gabby and leave. Every protective instinct told him to shift, kill the fucker in front of him, and get the hell gone. Yet, he had questions. He needed to know why he killed Craven. To give his girl some closure.

  “We all have our kinks.” Player shrugged. “Some are a little more hardcore than others. He pulled the gun from behind him. “Now, why don’t you walk away slowly and let me finish what I started here.”

  “No can do,” he replied. “How about you tell me what all this shit is about and why you killed Craven.”

  Player snorted. “He was hiding money from all of us. Our share of the take. I had to get rid of the asshole. No one takes money from us and lives to see another day, in my book.”

  “You mean the charity money? The money he keeps in an account for emergencies like when one of your guys fucks a job to hell and back and he has to make bail for them?” Kru shook his head. “I saw it all, Player. You stole money that wasn’t yours to begin with. Everything Craven did was accounted for.”

  “Bullshit. There were secret stashes all over the fucking place,” he yelled.

  “No, there weren’t.” Kru took a step toward him, his eyes trained on the gun in the man’s hand. “You saw all of the club’s money already designated for things and you put the hit on Craven and sent me the anonymous text?”

  “No. I told Ricky who then texted you.”

  Kru nodded. “Makes sense. He is the sergeant at arms for DOB. If anyone could get me to take a job, it’s him.” He took another step forward, pushing Player toward the corner of the room. He needed a little more information. “Did you make a deal with the DOB?”

  “Of course. As soon as Craven was dead, we’d combine crews and take over Vegas one MC at a time. We’d bring death to those who didn’t fall in line.” Player licked his lips. “You wouldn’t act. You didn’t make the kill. You fucking asked too many questions. I couldn’t let Craven find out about my plan. So, I did it myself.”

  “Letting me take the fall for it.”

  “Seemed fitting,” Player answered, his voice devoid of any emotion.

  Kru placed his hand in his pocket and retrieved the tiny recorder. He grabbed it from the store before they made the drive to the abandoned house. “Thanks.” He hit play and Player’s confession filled the room.

  “You fucking bastard,” Player screamed. He lunged at Kru, squeezing the trigger. The shot went wide. “I’ll kill you. I’ll dismember you. I’ll finish what I started with your little bitch.”

  “Over my dead body,” Kru growled.

  “That can be arranged.” Player pulled the trigger again and the bullet struck the floor in front of Kru’s feet.

  He went for the gun, grabbing the fucker’s hand. “Give it up, Player. You’re not leaving here alive.”

  “Never.” He pulled the trigger again.

  The bullet hit Kru in the shoulder. He grunted. His wolf snarled and pushed toward the surface. His hands turned to claws and his teeth descended. A low, dangerous glow built in his throat. He fed off the pain radiating from the gunshot wound, and he went for Player’s neck. The gun went off again, hitting him in the leg. Kru snarled, wrapped his clawed fist around the scrawny bastard’s neck, and squeezed.

  Player’s eyes went wide. His face turned red as he choked.

  “Die you son of a bitch.” Kru’s lip curled as the constant growl filling his chest intensified.

  “You…first,” he gasped, lifting the gun once more.

  Kru barely felt the impact of the projectile hitting him in the other shoulder. Adrenaline coursed through him, amping his rage. His wolf demanded to be let free and deal with the enemy in front of them. He gave over to the beast within him. Pure agony rolled through him as his body contorted, shifting to his wolf. Player fired, but it went wide. Kru didn’t give him the opportunity to try again. He jumped, taking the man to the ground. The gun skittered across the floor.

  He set himself above the man, lunging for his neck. Locked in battle, Player tried to buck him off. Player landed several blows to Kru’s flanks. His face became a mask of pure rage as they fought tooth and nail for dominance. Kru went for his throat again. His teeth sank into the asshole’s flesh.

  Player hit him in the jaw, dislodging him. The scent of blood hit Kru’s senses. Excitement built inside him. He jumped forward again, locking his teeth around Player’s neck. With controlled fury, he added pressure. The man bellowed, struggled, while continuing to pummel him with brutal lefts and rights. Kru didn’t let go. His gaze met Player’s and he gave a quick jerk of his head, snapping the man’s neck. He watched the light in the bastard’s eyes dim then extinguish. He howled in triumph as the scent of death filled the room.

  Limping over to Gabby, he settled next to his mate, licking her face. Her breathing was uneven and she lay so still. The damage Player had done to her was so extensive. The bruises enraged him, and he wanted to kill the fucker again. He nuzzled her neck then started licking her again.

  “Kru,” she croaked. Her fingers gripped his fur as he continued to bathe her. “Don’t leave me.” Gabby’s body went limp again.

  “Holy shit,” Kalum mumbled.

  Kru growled, bearing his teeth. He moved closer to his mate, daring anyone to touch her.

  “Easy, boy,” his friend murmured.

  Footfalls hurried toward them. The scent of Graham signaled his arrival. “Fuck. I’ll go to the truck and grab the blankets. Both of them are hurt bad. I’ll call a healer and Bastian while I’m at it.”

  Kalum turned his attention to Kru. “Easy, man. We’re going to get you guys home.” His gaze flickered to Gabby. “She’s really hurt.”

  No shit. Kru watched his friend check over his mate. A few minutes later, Graham returned an armload of blankets. Kalum lifted Gabby and gently placed her in Graham’s arms then covered her.

  “We’ll take care of her, I promise.” Graham exited the room.

  “Okay, buddy, it’s just us now. You’re pretty fucking hurt, so I’m going to help you shift.” He glanced over at the door. “You can’t stay a wolf. You know what will happen to Poppa if you stay in your wolf form.” Kru nodded and Kalum sighed in relief. “When I get you shifted, I’m going to m
ake you sleep. It’ll be easier to transport you.”

  Kru growled.

  “Boy, listen to me. You’re all kinds of fucked right now.” Kalum shifting his position. “We’ll watch over Gabby. You have my word.”

  His lip curled as he watched Kalum.

  “Don’t start your shit, Kru. You know I’m doing it for your own good.” Kalum placed his hand on his head and sent the suggestion of shifting into his mind.

  Kru didn’t fight it. He wanted to be with his mate right now. He wanted to make sure Gabby was safe and okay. He allowed the shift to come over him. The absolute torture Kru experienced made his gut roil. As soon as it was there, it was gone, and the suggestion of sleep filled him. He couldn’t sleep, not yet. The dominant energy filled the room. The idea of sleep grew stronger, washing over him. His body went lax, but he continued to fight it.

  “Stubborn boy.” Kalum chuckled. “Go to sleep, Kru. I got you.”

  Kru snapped at his friend. His body grew heavy. “Sleep.” The harsh command called to him. His eyes drifted shut. “That’s it. We’ll be here when you wake.” Kalum fed the suggestion until sleep crept in around the edges. Finally, he gave over, drifting off.

  ***

  Gabby awoke with a start. Her body hurt in places she didn’t know it could. Her eyes barely opened, letting in a shaft of light. She took stock of her surroundings. She lay on something soft. Her ribs were bound. Her throat burned. Her legs felt as though they’d been run over a few hundred times. She swallowed and grimaced. When had she swallowed glass? She moaned, reaching for her neck.

  “She’s awake,” Tinks said, taking her hand. “Go get Kru.”

  No. Player is going to kill Kru. Gabby thrashed on the bed, trying to get away. Her eyes refused to cooperate with her, fluttering open before closing once more “Gabby, you need to stay calm.” Fawn. “You’re safe. Hurry,” she yelled.

  The bed dipped and she was in someone’s arms. The scent of her mate greeted her. She burrowed into his chest. Deep, bone-rattling sobs raked her body as she clung to him.

  “Shh,” he whispered. “I’ve got you. I told you I’d come for you.” He kissed her forehead. “You’re safe now.”

  She cried, clinging to the man she never thought she’d see again. “I’m sorry,” she rasped.

  “There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He tipped her chin and pressed his lips to hers. “Bastian’s going to check you over. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she said. “Don’t leave,”

  “I’m not going anywhere, beautiful.” He kissed her forehead. “Let him in.”

  When Gabby woke again, her eyes opened a bit more. Her body was encased in warmth. She snuggled into it, loving the feel of her mate behind her. She sighed and stretched. The horrible pain of before was now only a dull ache. Her face didn’t feel like an elephant sat on it. She could breathe a little easier. Glancing over, her shoulder, she saw her mate staring at her. She grinned then winced as her busted lip pulled. “Morning,” she whispered. Her throat didn’t feel full of shards of metal.

  “Morning,” he answered, skimming his hand over her belly. “How are you feeling?”

  “Better,” she said. “How about you?”

  He palmed her hip and rubbed his erection across the cleft of her ass. “I feel good.”

  Heat bloomed inside her. She wanted her mate. She wanted to come alive in his arms then die slowly with him. The desire to fly overwhelmed her. “Yes you do.” She wiggled and was gifted with a growl.

  “We shouldn’t. You’re still hurt, beautiful.”

  Her nipples constricted into tight beads and her pussy ached to be filled. “I know,” she whispered. “I need you.”

  He cursed softly then held her in place. He pushed her panties aside. “Easy.” He rubbed his shaft across her folds and groaned. “You’re wet, Gabby.”

  “For you,” she moaned.

  He filled her, each thrust a gentle rock of his hips as he forged forward. His arms banded around her, cradling her to his body. There was no hurry to his pace. He pressed kisses to the bruises on her neck then nibbled on her shoulder. His soft grunts intensified the sensations rushing through her. She gasped, rocking counterpoint to his thrusts. “Gabby,” he muttered. “Easy, baby.”

  “Feels good. Feel alive.” Her breath came in soft pants as the coil of desire built in her belly. “Touch me, Kru.”

  His fingertips skimmed her flesh before settling between her thighs. “So fucking hot. I thought I’d lost you, baby. I thought I’d never see you again.” His fingers strummed her clit, adding to the bliss washing over her. “Come for me, beautiful. Let me watch you shatter.”

  Gabby complied, coming apart in his arms. She shuddered and whimpered in his hold as his pace increased. “Don’t stop, Kru. Need more.”

  “I know,” he groaned. “Fuck, beautiful.” His hips shifted, pushing him deeper. “You got me on edge already, and I barely got in you.”

  She gave a husky laugh. “We can always go again, mate.” She lifted the hand closest to her and kissed it. She licked his forefinger then, with her gaze locked with his, she drew it into her mouth and sucked. His pace stuttered.

  He growled. “Fuck…gonna come.”

  He added pressure to her clit and she groaned. “Please, Kru.” She clenched around him, tightening with expectancy. His thrusts became more erratic as his breath fanned across her shoulders. He rode her hard, turning her on even more and when his mouth closed around her mark, her body tingling. His teeth sank into her flesh and she exploded. Brilliant flashes of light filled her vision as she came, rippling around him. He growled and slammed into her one last time. His guttural moan combined with the feel of his seed filling her, shattered her senses.

  “Are you decent in there?” Bastian yelled, tapping on the door.

  Gabby giggled.

  “Go away, Bas,” Kru groaned. “We’re busy.” He shifted his hips, pushing deeper. She gasped and a satisfied masculine chuckle rumbled in his chest.

  “I’ll return later.” Bastian sighed. “Damn wolves.”

  After a quick shower Kru was kind enough to help her with, he situated her in bed then went in search of the doctor. When he walked into the room, Bastian smiled. “You’re looking better.” He glanced at Kru. “So, how do you feel?”

  He sat on the edge of the bed and opened a small doctor’s bag. “Better. I don’t feel like warmed-over death if that’s what you mean.”

  “Good. Has anyone told you about your injuries, Gabby?” He pulled his stethoscope from the bag, warmed the instrument with his palm, then placed it against her chest.

  “No, but I think I can figure it out.” She took Kru’s hand. “He bruised my ribs, choked me, broke my nose, and stomped on my legs.”

  The doctor nodded. “You’re lucky nothing else was broken. Did anyone tell you anything else?”

  “No?” She looked at Kru who smiled at her.

  “Did you want to tell her or should I?” Bastian asked, returning the stethoscope to his bag. Then he began palpating her nose and the bruises around her throat. She hissed, wincing as Bas touched her neck.

  “You’re pregnant, beautiful,” Kru murmured, sinking onto the bed beside her.

  “What?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How?”

  “According to your mate, after I did a full exam of you, we guess perhaps four to six weeks.” He grabbed a small pad from his things. “I’m going to give you a list of vitamins I want you to take and, until you’re completely healed, I want you on bed rest.”

  “Wait. Pregnant,” she said, scrunching her nose. “How…but…oh. Oh.” Her eyes went wide and she instantly regretted it. Her eyes watered as burning pain lanced through her nose. “Ouch.”

  Kru chuckled as he brushed away her tears. “In the woods, after I told you about us.”

  “Wow.” She placed her hand over her lower belly and grinned. “Are you okay with it?” she asked her mate.


  “Of course I am,” he answered kissing her temple.

  “I’m going to have a baby.” Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

  “Hey, no crying,” Kru whispered. “This is good news.”

  She nodded. “I know. I just wish Craven was here with us.”

  “He is, beautiful. He is.”

  Wrapped in her mate’s arms, she closed her eyes. “If the baby’s a boy, we’re naming him Craven.”

  “If the baby is a girl?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.

  “Maria. I want her to have my mother’s name.” She snuggled into his arms, the door to their room closing, indicating they were alone. “I love you, Kru.”

  “I love you, too, beautiful.”

  Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make them a match…

  With Drew’s reign settling the hills, wolves are returning to the Black Hills. Wolves who need mates. The pack needs to grow, right?

  So four of the surviving matrons take it upon themselves to set up couples. Question is, how do these ladies decide who to match? Whichever unattached wolf they see first, from a list, or do they just draw a name from a bag?

  Their method doesn’t matter, but you can bet they’ll call in favors, make behind-the-scenes plans, and pull whatever strings or stunts required to put wolves together in the name of furthering the pack. And who knows? They might even set their sights on the cantankerous lone bear, Gee….

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