Senseless Fate (Cascade Storms Book 2)

by Claire Ryann

  "So we're going to sleep out under the stars? No tent?" Kara tried not to giggle as he tickled her feet.

  "Uh huh," Lowell agreed as he began unfastening her shorts and tugged them gently over her hips.

  Kara smiled up at the darkening sky. She liked the audible moan that she heard from Lowell as he exposed her to the evening air. Haley had helped her pick out a new lacy little red thong for her wedding night. The scrap of lace and elastic had cost a ludicrous amount of money for all the 6 square inches of fabric it was made of but hearing Lowell's breath go hard and raspy in his chest told her it had been money well spent.

  She expected him to pull her t-shirt up over her head next but he'd gotten distracted. His head fell between her legs, forcing her thighs wide to make space between them while his mouth worked against the dark red lace. His tongue ran along her sex over the panties and she couldn't tell how much of the wetness soaking the material was him and how much was her need for him to tear the damn things off.

  Kara moaned and pushed her mound against his tongue. She could feel the tip dragging against her folds but the fabric was a frustrating barrier that did a better job at thwarting his efforts than she'd expected, or wanted. Kara grunted with annoyance and reached to remedy the situation.

  Lowell caught her hand with a laugh. Then he reached and grabbed the other one too, pushing both her wrists under the small of her back and easily holding them in one of his hands, "Oh no," he mumbled against her, "you don't get to get me all worked up with your naughty little surprise and then skip ahead before I'm done enjoying it."

  His mouth went back to driving her mad, his breath hot on the lace. His tongue making its way down to the source of her desire. The lace ended just there, connecting to the thin ribbon of elastic that ran up the crack of her ass. He didn't have to work hard to wrap his tongue skillfully under the seam and slide it along the edge of her opening.

  Kara bowed her back and let loose with a loud groan that echoed off the rocky mountains around them. She pulled against the restraint of Lowell's hand pinning her wrists beneath her but he only laughed and did it again.

  "Oh god, Lowell," she was panting, she wanted his hands on her, she wanted this damn t-shirt off and the bra under it to be gone so his hands could wrap around her tits while she ground her pussy against his mouth.

  She could beg until she was out of breath, she knew he would take his time. Her mate was an attentive lover who enjoyed giving her pleasure. Kara wasn't about to complain about that but she needed more right now.

  His free hand ran over her body, under the hem of her shirt and across the bulge of her stomach that she'd learned not to be self-conscious of because Lowell loved the dips and hills of her body. His fingers brushed over her nipples, still imprisoned by her bra and she whimpered and strained to earn more of his touch.

  Finally, his hand slid the lace to one side and the strong tip of his tongue drew between her swollen pussy lips. The noise that gurgled out of Kara was all ecstatic relief as she let the feeling flood through her. Lowell's fingers followed his tongue, letting her feel how wet she really was, how ready she was for him.

  She moaned and gave him a little begging plea but Lowell kept his face planted firmly between her thighs.

  "Shhh," he cooed between sweet, torturous laps, "I just want to make you come a little bit first, OK?"

  How could she argue?

  His thumb began firm circles around her clit that made her dig her heels into his back. It only spurred him on, he replaced his thumb with his mouth, suckling against her swollen button while his tongue flicked across her hood till she was frantically moving against his mouth.

  She couldn't tell if her hands had broken free of his grasp or if he'd let them go. His arms wrapped around her thighs, one hand gripping her ass and pulling her onto his face greedily while he slid a finger deep into her core.

  Kara's world exploded in light behind her eyelids. Her neck arched back and as she opened her eyes she swore the stars that had come out were flashing in a thousand colors. Her hands grappled in Lowell's hair and she screamed a string of obscenities that all praised her mate before she realized she needed to breathe.

  "Did I do good?" Lowell asked with a sheepish chuckle as he replaced his firm pressure with gentle kisses and began his long overdue journey up the rest of her body.

  Kara fought for breath and giggled as she tried to squeak out her approval.

  "Good, I love making you come," he had her t-shirt over her head and her bra soon joined it in the pile of her clothes beside them, "I think I'm going to do it again--" He wrapped each of his hands around a breast and held them together while he moved his mouth from one to the other and back again, "and again."

  Now she could get her hands on him as well. She could delight in the feel of his body. The way his muscles stretched tightly over his frame, the way they rippled and twisted with his movements. She pulled the t-shirt over his head between the kisses he was lavishing on her breasts and throat.

  Kara made a soft mumbling noise as Lowell's chest crushed against hers. She wondered if this feeling would make her wolf growl because that's what she wanted to do every time Lowell's body connected with hers and it wasn't unusual for his wolf to make itself known when it approved of their lovemaking.

  Her hands worked against the fly of his jeans, fumbling in her haste as she gasped at the feel of Lowell's mouth on her neck.

  He laughed and looked up at her, "Getting frustrated?"

  She gave him the evil eye, "I can never work this belt buckle," she whined with a tug on the stubborn thing.

  He brought his lips down on hers, silencing her while he nipped playfully at her pouting lower lip. His hand reached between them and covered hers, wrapping her fingers around the leather and reminding her how to release it with a gentle tug.

  "It's a stupid belt buckle," she mumbled against his lips, "I'm getting you a new one."

  He swept his tongue along the back of her teeth, "I won't be able to shift with it," he said playfully before covering her mouth with his again.

  Now she could wrestle the worn denim off of him, taking the boxer briefs with the jeans and depositing his clothes on top of the pile with hers.

  He was naked against her finally. His long shaft fully erect and pressing into her thigh. She wiggled under him to align their bodies better.

  "Will I be able to shift with my clothes on too?" She panted as his lips moved along her jaw.

  "Maybe," he murmured between gentle nips to her ear lobe, "It takes practice, you need clothes that you feel comfortable in, like second skin."

  "Is that why you all destroyed your tuxes that day?" Kara giggled playfully as she arched her neck back for more kisses. She remembered it not being funny at the time. The men had been silent and somber when they'd returned to the battle site in the pentagram where she was waiting. They were bruised and covered with blood and every last one of them was stark raving naked.

  It would have been an impressive sight if they weren't all so filthy and scowling.

  The wolves usually shifted with their clothes, that had been the first time she'd seen any of them not be able to take their clothes with them.

  "Mmmm," Lowell was lightly nipping along the back of her neck now. One of his hands was kneading her breast while the other reached down for her ass.

  Kara let her legs open a little wider, giving his hips room to rest in the valley between her thighs. She canted her hips and rocked against the weight of his cock. New fire danced in her veins and a moan stole her voice as she felt the pressure of his hardness against her clit.

  "Shifted too fast," he was mumbling into her throat, "unfamiliar clothes," his breath was hot and his mouth was wet. His hips rocked against her, pressing his erection against her pelvis and sending an eruption of tiny stars falling around her with each movement against her tender bud.

  "Kara," he moaned, "do you feel that?"

  She moaned in answer, her fingers digging into his back.


  "Do you feel how bad I want you?"

  Kara could only groan and rock her hips against him for answer.

  "Do you really want to talk about shifting?"

  She could hear the humor in his strangled voice but his point was well taken, "Are you going to do it now?" Her voice was a rasp.

  His head moved in a nod under her chin while his teeth nipped against her collar bone.

  "OK," she'd lost her breath, her heartbeat going wild in anticipation of more than just being penetrated by that impossible length of rigid flesh, "did you want me to turn around?"

  "No," Lowell raised his head to watch her face as he entered her, "I want to watch you."

  Kara gritted her teeth and fought the urge to buck her hips against him. She let him push into her in a long, languid stroke that filled her up and stretched her around him, dragging a harsh gasp from her lungs.

  "I want to watch you coming."

  Kara loved watching his eyes roll with that silver storm when the wolf was panting so close to his surface. She loved feeling the surge of power that moved through his muscles as he shared his body with the animal inside and let it take its fill of its mate alongside him.

  He was watching her face as he pumped into her, watching her neck stretch as her head fell to one side, her mouth open as she panted.

  Kara clutched at his shoulders and surrendered to the sensation of his weight crushing against her, his hip thrusting, pushing his length deep inside her. The powerful thighs holding hers wide while her breasts bounced against his chest.

  She was already lost to the pleasure his body was giving her, letting herself ride higher and higher as he took her closer to the edge.

  "Tell me when, Baby," his voice was tight against her throat, "Tell me when I make you come."

  How could she hold out any longer?

  Kara felt her climax build, her movements becoming desperate as she fought to pull enough air into her lungs to obey Lowell's command.

  She didn't even feel the bite. So consumed by her climax as it coursed through her, Lowell's mouth on her neck only added to the moment. White light obliterated any hope of vision as a searing heat incinerated each fragment of her shattered soul and then soldered them together into something new.

  Lowell's voice was over her, she couldn't hear his words but she heard his voice. She heard the crescendo of his passion as he rocked into her with firm strokes that became faster and erratic until she felt him still against her, his arms holding her tightly as he emptied into her with a shudder and a groan.

  It still took her a few moments to recover. Her body riding this wave longer than usual as she came hard in a series of convulsions that finally left her lying limply in Lowell's arms. She recovered in a slow series of awakenings that seemed like she was seeing the world anew with each one.

  Lowell was on top of her, coaxing her back to reality with tender words and soft kisses.

  "That was...wow," Kara whispered up at the stars.

  "Yeah it was." Lowell's deep voice chuckled against her ear.

  He licked at the wound he'd made at the base of her throat. Nothing like the violent gash that Haley had endured, this was a small semi-circle of tiny punctures, only the two deep marks from his incisors would leave the faintest of scars when it healed.

  Kara's new wolf would begin work on it from the inside, while he sealed it from the outside with his tender attentions.

  "So now we wait?" Kara was already feeling the warmth. Not at all concerned with the chilly mountain air on her naked skin.

  "22 more days," he kissed the bite one last time and curled around her body.

  "When will the dreams start?" Kara asked sleepily as she let his body envelop hers.

  "They already have," he whispered.

  Thank you for reading Senseless Fate: Cascade Storms book 2

  Book 3 is on its way!

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  Daelan's feet froze in the snow. A sound betrayed the fact that he suddenly had company. His wolf raised its head and sniffed the brisk air.

  Kenyon. One of his best men but lazy about his stealth.

  Daelan considered his next move. The wolves were naturally adept at communicating, but wolves rarely needed to explain themselves or share complicated concepts. Shifting and calling the search party out to gather to him made the most sense.

  It also meant being naked in several feet of fresh snow. He'd carelessly left his clothing back at the cabin, not taking time to consider that he might need it before he arrived at his own home.

  "Ho!" A deep voice called from a hidden place among the pines, "Day-- where you been, man?" Lowell was tromping through the snow in his direction at a brisk pace.

  "You know where he's been," Kenyon chimed in as he appeared from behind a large boulder, "he's been up at the old cabin with a lady."

  Kenyon reached out his hand, holding it high and flat long enough for Lowell to slap it with his own. The two men broke out in laughter as they approached the white wolf that stood staring at them.

  "Com'on man," Kenyon chided his alpha, "shift and spill."

  "Yeah man," Lowell chimed in, "You gonna give us the skinny on the plush chick or do we have to fill in the details on our own?"

  The wolf growled, raising his lip in a warning snarl.

  "Ooooh! Looks like you touched a nerve, there, Low!"

  Lowell put up his hands in mock surrender toward the wolf that was glaring at him, but he did take a step back, "Hey man, it's lonely out here."

  "And cold," Ken threw in.

  "We're just trying to get some details to keep us warm at night," Lowell said.

  Daelan couldn't very well stand there in his wolf snarling at these two jokers all day. Steeling himself for the ribbing he was about to take, he pulled himself into his man and stood naked in the snow.

  "Oh shit, dude," Ken laughed, "you are some serious naked."

  Lowell whistled, "Day, I don't know if you know this or not, but most of us have learned how to shift with our clothes on by this age."

  Ken scrunched up his nose and inhaled, "and you smell like human pu--"

  Daelan moved so fast that blood was trickling down the side of Ken's nose before he realized his alpha had dragged a claw across his face.

  "Fuck man," Low said as he watched Kenyon wipe the thin stream of red off his face where the scratch was already healing, "chill out, he was just teasing you cuz," he nodded at Daelan's nakedness, "you been holed up with the human chick for like 2 days now."

  "I know why he's smarting off," Daelan growled, "and I told him to knock it off."

  "OK, OK," Lowell's surrender was real this time, "Rek just wanted us to check up on you is all."

  "That storm was a big one and there's supposed to be another one heading in tonight," Ken was all maturity and focus suddenly.

  "If you knew where I was, why is Rek sending you after me?" Daelan demanded.

  Both of his men shrugged.

  "He probably wants you to come home and get Leena off his back," Ken's humor returned.

  Lowell chuckled, "Yeah, without the Alpha home to flirt with you know she had to go after someone else."

  Daelan's face stretched into a smile with the men, "Poor Rek, she's gotta be driving him crazy. Has she tried cooking for him yet?"

  Lowell and Kenyon both laughed and nodded.

  Daelan joined their laughter with a shake of his head, "Oh man, then he really is hurting. That girl can't boil water."

  Daelan unconsciously turned back the way he'd come, leading his men back on his trail toward the cabin while they chatted and caught up. Even as a trio of men trudging through the deep snow, they made good time and soon they found themselves standing in the woods within sight of the cabin.

  "So you gonna chill with the girl for a few more days then?" Lowell wanted to make sure he had his information right before he headed
back to the den with the Alpha's orders.

  Daelan stared thoughtfully at the cabin before nodding.

  Ken leaned close to Daelan and sniffed.

  Daelan pulled back and eyed the younger man suspiciously. He watched Ken cast a glance at Lowell and then Lowell stepped forward and sniffed at Daelan too.

  "What the fuck are you two doing?" Daelan wanted to know.

  "It's just," Ken sniffed his alpha again, "you smell different."

  Daelan was not interested in listening to them talk about Haley like she was a cheap one night stand. She was going to be their-- Daelan cut his thought short. After all, he didn't really know that for sure yet.

  "Yeah, I know, I smell like Haley."

  Kenyon shook his head, "No besides that, you smell different."

  Lowell's eyes widened. He looked at Daelan and then at the cabin and then back.

  "Hoe. Lee. Shit." He said slowly, "Day? You know what you smell like?"

  Daelan was hoping he wasn't actually going to say it out loud, that Low wasn't fool enough to put it out on the air where none of them would be able to ignore it.

  "You smell mated, man."

  Lowell's voice was a whisper, awed and slightly frightened.

  Daelan's gut sank and his pulse picked up. Those were the words he didn't want to hear. If Lowell and Kenyon could detect the slight change in his pheromone patterns, the elders would know as soon as he reached the den's perimeter.

  His shoulders dropped and he turned pleading eyes to his men, "I don't know how the pack is going to take it," he said quietly.

  "So we're getting a new mom?" Ken's voice rose excitedly and he had already taken a step toward the cabin when Daelan's hand landed firmly on his shoulder, pulling him to a sudden stop.

  "Oh shit," Ken's eyes went wide as his alpha spun him away from the cabin, "She doesn't know, does she?"

  "What do you mean, how the pack will take it?" Lowell's eyes were leveled on his alpha.

  Daelan rubbed his neck, "Have you ever known a member of the pack to take a human mate?" He watched recognition dawn first in Lowell's eyes and then in Ken's. "Yeah, me either."