Big City Wolf

by Sax, Cynthia

  “Don’t you have work to do?” North snarled, barely suppressing his urge to sling Ember over his shoulder and take her far away from their lust-filled eyes.

  “Yeah.” Bruiser grinned, his ice blue eyes vivid in his dark face. He folded his big arms and braced his feet apart, signaling that he didn’t plan to go anywhere. “So your vow of abstinence has been broken?” He nodded toward Ember. “It must be. She has your stench all over her.” He grinned.

  Ember’s head rose. She caught North’s gaze, and her skin turned a delightful pink.

  “She can hear you, you fool,” North muttered. “She’s wolf.” Although he hadn’t seen her in wolf form since their separation -- Ember refused to shift while he was present. Doesn’t she trust me? He scowled, not liking that she hid that part of her from him.

  “She’s a hot wolf,” one of the other wolves called out.

  “She’s my wolf,” North growled. “Keep your comments and your paws to yourself.”

  The wolves laughed, not taking him serious.

  They should. He was deadly serious.

  North’s mood lightened as Ember returned to his side, her hips rolling seductively, her skirt lethally short. He sniffed the night air, smelling hot, aroused female, and his cock hardened. “Are you hungry, beautiful?”

  He was. His gaze dropped to her chest, and he licked his lips, yearning for a taste of the tightened nipples poking against the soft silk of her black blouse.

  The wolves sniggered, and Ember’s color deepened to a dark crimson. “Killer needs a nature break.” The dog yipped, looking up at him with big brown eyes.

  North pulled Ember close, her curves smacking against his muscles. “And I need you.” A quickie in a back alley would take the edge off his need.

  Bruiser made a choking noise, and the wolves jostled each other, poking elbows in ribs. North leveled a hard look on them. “Someday you’ll meet your mates,” he warned.

  “God. I hope not,” Bruiser drawled. “I like my balls where they are.” The wolves chuckled.

  “Fools.” North rolled his eyes. Was I ever that arrogant? “Bruiser, you’re in charge. Try not to fuck up.” He took Ember’s hand and led her into the labyrinth of dimly lit back streets and alleyways, away from the noise and the party crowd. Killer limped ahead of them, investigating every piece of paper or rock in their path. “Sorry about that.”

  “No need to be sorry.” Ember smiled up at him, her expression carefree and confident, and North’s heart flipped. That’s my girl. “I’m glad you have a pack.”

  He laced his fingers between hers, linking them together. “You’re my pack.” She was the only pack that mattered. “You --”

  “Not officially.” A big shifter stepped out of the shadows, a long black leather coat swirling around his legs. Killer whimpered in fear and backed between North’s boots.

  “Officially you’re still part of our pack, stray.” A deep, stark-white scar carved through the massive male’s stubble-covered cheek from his eye to his chin.

  Shit. He’d recognize that ugly face anywhere. Kobe, the enforcer, that mean son-of-a-bitch. North pushed Ember protectively behind him.

  “Ember, you’ve been a bad outcast. You know the rules. Outcasts don’t contact any member of the pack.” Kobe clucked his tongue as he opened his jacket, the silver of a linked chain gleaming under the streetlights.

  He knew about the chain. Kobe had been present at her beating. North growled, clenching his fingers into fists, thirsting for vengeance. Ember’s father hadn’t acted alone.

  Ember trembled against his back, the poignant scent of her fear aggravating his already hostile wolf. “He’s dead.” Her voice shook. “The alpha’s dead.”

  “But his laws don’t die with him.” Kobe wrapped the silver chain around his gloved fingers. “I’ll have to kill you now, slowly.” He smiled menacingly, saliva dripping off his huge white canines.

  “Over my dead body.” North straightened his shoulders, shielding his little mate. No one touches my mate. This time, I will protect her.

  “I was hoping you’d say that, stray.” Kobe’s eyes gleamed with blood thirst, a madness treatable only by pain and death.

  “No.” Ember pushed against North, smacking her palms on his back. He didn’t move, determined to guard her. “This fight is between you and me, Kobe. Leave North out of it.”

  She’d sacrifice herself for me. Again. I’ll prove myself worthy of her devotion. Kobe had been the cruelest of his boyhood tormenters. “This is my fight, mate.” It had been a long time coming. “I’ll protect you.” North cracked his scarred knuckles. He’d learned to fight on the streets. This was his turf.

  “Like you protected her fifty-three years ago?” Kobe laughed, the sound holding no humor. “You were no match for our alpha then, and you’re no match for me now.” He flicked his wrist, the chain snapping toward them.

  North reached out and caught it with his arm, the length biting into his leather coat. As the tail wrapped around his bicep, he yanked and pulled the weapon out of Kobe’s grasp. The chain slithered along the pavement. Killer yipped and chased it, pouncing on the links. Ember gasped and danced out of its reach, her heels skidding on the road.

  “I hadn’t known you’d harmed her.” North stalked toward the shifter. His voice deepened. “If I had, nothing and no one would have stopped me from killing you.” He partially shifted, his claws extending from his hands, his body increasing in size, shredding his clothes, and his jaws contorting. “As nothing stops me now.”

  “Except for me.” Kobe’s already ugly face sprouted ink-black hair, bare spots appearing where his scars had been. He crouched lower and lower. North mirrored his action, watching his flat black eyes. “Time to put you out of your misery, mutt.” The enforcer sprang toward him.

  North leaped up to meet him, and their bodies collided in midair, muscle slapping against muscle, claws swiping fur. Kobe bit down on North’s shoulder, his canines piercing fur and skin, and North grimaced at the jagged pain.

  He landed on his hands and feet, the pavement damp and dirty, Kobe clinging to his back, ripping at his flesh. North turned and smacked the wolf against the side of a brick building, dislodging him. Kobe rolled out of reach and they both retreated, breathing heavily. North stood between Kobe and Ember, the scent of blood, his and Kobe’s, filling his nostrils.

  “North, we’re a pack.” Ember shuffled behind him, her presence comfortingly close. “We’ll fight him together.”

  “No. My fight, Ember.” North eyed Kobe. The big wolf paced in front of him, looking for weakness. Kobe’s right arm bled, blood dripping off his claws. They were equally injured, equally matched, except Kobe had no one, nothing to protect, no thought in his brutish mind except defeating his opponent.

  North could even his odds… or try to. “Leave me,” he barked at Ember. “Go back to the club, where my wolves can protect you.”

  “Your wolves, yes.” She turned and ran away from them, from him, her feet light on the pavement, her little dog following her, barking.

  My mate is safe. North circled Kobe, glaring at the other wolf. And I’ll defeat her enemy. I’ll show her I’m worthy. He released a haunting howl, proclaiming his dominance, and threw his body into the air, shifting fully as he moved, uncaging his wild wolf.

  * * *

  “I need you. North needs you,” Ember yelled to Bruiser, frantic with worry. She was small and untrained, unable to assist her mate in his fight against the sadistic enforcer, but North had a pack now. They’d help him.

  “Bring as many wolves as you can and follow me, prepared to fight.” She beckoned, glancing over her shoulder, cringing at the sounds of claws gouging flesh and bodies hitting brick. She smelled blood, her mate’s blood, and it enraged her wolf.

  North’s big friend didn’t ask for clarification. He opened the club door, bellowed instructions inside, and ran toward her, shifting into an intimidating gray wolf.

  Shift. She sprinted back to North, her hum
an form too slow, too weak. I need to shift. I’ll lose him forever, but if I don’t shift, he’ll die. He can’t die. She released her wolf. Her arms extended, fur covered her skin, and a tail protruded from her ass.

  Protect mate. She raced down the alley, her canines bared, prepared to fight, to die if necessary so he would live, the wolf she loved more than life. As she turned the corner, she slid to a stop, her claws digging into the pavement.

  North, in partially shifted form, had his arm around the thrashing Kobe’s neck. He met her gaze, his eyes wild with the fever of battle, blood streaking his face, and he jerked. Bone snapped. The Enforcer kicked his feet and went still.

  North’s gaze lifted. Although his lips flattened for a mere second before curling upward into a fake smile, it was too late. She’d seen the horror in his eyes.

  Oh, God. Ember backed away as the other wolves pushed forward, crowding around her, their bodies heaving with effort. He didn’t need my help. I lost his love for nothing.

  She turned and ran with her tail between her legs, unable to talk to him, to force a smile and pretend her world hadn’t fallen apart. She couldn’t listen to his lies, hear his insincere assurances that she wasn’t hideous. She was. Mere words wouldn’t change that.

  “Ember!” North called to her, his voice stimulatingly deep. “Stop!”

  Alpha! Her wolf whimpered, yearning to comply, but the woman couldn’t stop. She darted down the alleyway, away from the shame. Heavier steps pounded the pavement behind her. She smelled his musk and the tangy scent of his blood. He was the bigger, stronger wolf, and he was gaining on her.

  North grunted and a heavy weight landed on her back, flattening her to the street. She skidded, her claws raking the hard surface. He closed his jaws around her neck, his grasp on her firm and threatening, his canines pressing against her fur. With one yank, he could break her neck.

  She whimpered, bowing to his dominance, lowering her head in submission. He was alpha, and he was her mate. She couldn’t escape him.

  Shift, mate. His command filled her mind.

  She obeyed, trembling, the pavement cold against her skin, her weaker human form naked and exposed. North growled his approval and shifted, his big body covering hers, his warmth soothing her.

  “Never run from me again.” He clasped her nape with one of his calloused hands, his blood loss slowing, his wounds quickly closing.

  “Everyone saw, North.” She struggled under his weight, wiggling with humiliation. Everyone saw how ugly she was, how marred, how imperfect.

  “And what did everyone see?” He licked her shoulder, his touch soothing her anxious wolf. “A beautiful, powerful she-wolf willing to sacrifice her pride, her life, and everything else she has for her mate? Because that is what I saw.”

  Lies. They had to be lies. She blinked back tears. “My back --”

  “Shows every wolf my bitch is bad-ass.” North nipped her skin, marking her, claiming her. “Kobe thought you’d die from those wounds, did you know that? He underestimated how tough, how strong you are.” Pride laced his words, pride she wanted to believe in. “You’re mine, Ember, and I’ll fight to keep you.”

  “I’m tired of fighting,” she confessed, a wave of bone-deep weariness rolling over her. “And I’m tired of running, but --”

  North bit her hard, the pain sharp. “No buts.” He licked the spot, soothing her with his flat, wet tongue. “If you run, I run.”

  He’d run, leaving all he had built behind. She couldn’t do that to him. “You have a pack here, the pack you always wanted.” He slid his hard cock between her ass cheeks, and she inhaled, her pussy moistening. He wanted her. He had seen her back, and he still wanted her.

  “You’re the pack I always wanted,” he declared. Bare feet smacked against pavement, and North groaned in her ear, the sound vibrating her skin. “Damn it. The cavalry’s coming.”

  “Your pack’s coming,” she corrected, bracing for the comments about her back. They must have noticed. They’ll say something and that would upset North and --

  “Hell, North, that’s not how you treat a beautiful woman,” Bruiser drawled. “You’re squashing her, you brute.”

  Beautiful? Ember looked up at the smiling, naked shifter. He still thinks I’m beautiful?

  “Ember, hon, any time you tire of your Neanderthal there, give me a call.” Bruiser winked, no judgment in his broad face.

  “Or me,” another wolf offered, brazenly leering at her covered body.

  “I’m available.”

  “I have a motorcycle.”

  “She’s mine, so you can all fuck off,” North growled as he supported some of his weight on his forearms, allowing Ember to breathe easier. “Bruiser, grab us some clothes.” He rounded his shoulders, drawing her into his body. “The club has robes,” he explained, brushing his cheek against hers, the stubble on his chin sending shivers down her spine.

  “For the patrons,” Bruiser grumbled as he stomped off, his ass cheeks clenched.

  “Remind me why I wanted a pack?” North turned her to face him. His brown eyes sparkled, laugh lines fanning out at the creases. He was handsome -- and hers.

  Ember cupped his jaw, caressing his skin with her thumbs. His chest rubbed against her nipples and his cock pressed into her stomach, yet a swell of aching tenderness, of deep love, not raging desire, engulfed her. “They’re your pack, North. You’re no longer a stray. You’re no longer alone.”

  “They’re our pack.” North looked into the shadows and swallowed hard. “And yes, I’m no longer alone. I have you, my mate.” He dipped his head and captured her mouth, possessively grinding his flesh against hers until her lips throbbed. “And that’s all I need.”

  Someone sniggered.

  “Fuck.” North groaned, resting his forehead on the curve of her breast. “The rest of them are still here, aren’t they?”

  Ember looked over his shoulder. Four huge, male shifters grinned back at her. “Yes.” She met North’s baleful gaze and laughed, feeling happy and accepted and loved.

  Chapter Five

  Beautiful. North folded his arms and leaned against the wooden frame of the sliding patio doors, content to watch the she-wolf before him. She was as naked as he was, her pert ass facing him, her lithe form bathed in moonlight, green grass peeking between her bare toes.

  Wolves howled from the park, the males from the club, their pack, calling to them. Killer raised his head from his doggy bed, yipped a reply, and flopped back down again on the overstuffed cushion, exhausted from their night spent at the club.

  North felt many things, but not exhaustion. His desire for Ember was insatiable.

  She gathered her long curls in her hands and rested them on her head, exposing her scarred back, a reminder of the long, lonely years they’d spent apart. “Do you want to go for a run?” Ember looked up at the star-filled sky, the huskiness in her voice teasing his wolf.

  “I want to do other things.” He pushed away from the doorframe, his body hardening, the scent of aroused woman and something he couldn’t define filling his nostrils. “Mate things.”

  She dropped her hair, the moonlit tendrils bouncing against her skin. “You aren’t tired of me yet?” Ember turned her head and raised one fine eyebrow, a smile curving her kissable lips. “It’s been how long?”

  “Four months and three days.” He stalked toward her, intent on reinforcing his claim. A wolf couldn’t be too careful, especially with such a beautiful mate. “And I’ll never tire of you.” He slid his hand over her silky soft hair, down the shallow ridges marring her back, and pressed his fingers against her ass cheeks, her curves filling his palm perfectly.

  “Never?” She leaned into his touch, her hair brushing his chest and her warmth encircling him. “What if someone new comes along?”

  North narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher her question. Was she worried about aging? Their kind lived for centuries. “Never.” He sideswiped the issue and curled his hand around her waist, distracting her with his
touch. “You’re my mate. I could never love anyone more than I love you.”

  Ember gave him one of the secretive smiles that never failed to drive him wild. “We’ll see about that.” She placed her hand over his, moving him upward until he cupped her breast. He squeezed her flesh, and she moaned, her nipple pebbled, soft yet intriguingly hard, her lush lips parted.

  “I need you, wolf.” North bent his legs behind hers and dragged her downward, forcing her to her hands and knees, her ass in the air. She spread her legs wider, her juices glistening in the darkness, a welcome sign even a human could see, and he stroked her pussy lips, wetting his fingertips.

  Hot. Moist. Mine. He flared his nostrils, inhaling as much of her distinct aroma as possible, imprinting the fragrance on his soul. She swayed backward as he skimmed his fingers over her, readying her for their joining.

  North licked his lips, enticed by her moisture. “I must taste you.” He leaned forward and swiped her pussy with his tongue, her flavor exploding in his mouth. “Delicious.” He lapped at her pinkness, slurping her slit noisily, and she quivered, the lean muscles in her thighs rippling.

  “North!” she cried out as he flicked her clit. He grinned and nibbled at her pleasure bud, ravishing her relentlessly. Ember pushed back on his face, grinding her scent into his skin. He growled his approval, vibrating his lips against her, and she whimpered, her body trembling to his rhythm.

  North fed upon her, playing with her mouthwatering curves until his balls ached, his cockhead beaded with precum, and he couldn’t wait any longer. “I must have you.” He prodded her pussy with his cock, aligning himself properly, and he sank slowly, sensually, into the hottest, wettest, most perfect pussy a wolf could ever dream of.

  She fit him exactly, his beautiful mate having taken him as her first lover, her last lover, her only lover, a midnight confession that had nearly brought him to his knees. She’d waited for him, her stray, even though she’d never thought to see him again.