by Vivian Arend
“Whoa, I’m not sure about that.”
“Hush. I’m not going to do anything you won’t like. Someday I’m going to take you in the ass, but not today. Today I’ll show you something special. Trust me.”
His hands were everywhere. Slipping over her breasts, tweaking her nipples to hard needy peaks before swirling over her belly and pressing intimately against her clit. A finger slid inside her, stroked a few times then withdrew, leaving her feeling empty. Then he started all over.
Robyn pressed her hips back, trying to make contact with his body. “No more teasing. I need you. Please.”
Suddenly he was there, skin-to-skin with her, his hard, hot cock against her core. Keil leaned forward and his mouth latched onto her shoulder. He sucked hard, his teeth pressing the skin. He covered the place where he’d marked her earlier, and as he sucked, a bolt of lightning flashed through her and set off an orgasm that she swore shook the cabin.
And the mountain. Possibly the entire territory, but she could be mistaken about that.
Then he surged into her in one smooth motion that set off another explosion that registered on the Richter scale.
Damn, he was good.
Keil set up a smooth pace that buried his entire length deep inside her on every thrust, his balls slamming into her. His hands held her hips firmly and he used them to pull her back even more forcibly onto him as his speed picked up.
“I’ve wanted you like this since the beginning, Robyn. You can’t know how much it turns me on to see you in front of me, spread for my pleasure, your breasts swaying. You’re so hot and wet and tight around me. Your ass is beautiful, smooth and inviting.” He shifted one hand to run over the sensitive nerves of her anus, dipping a finger past the rim even as he continued to pump into her with his cock.
Robyn’s body was on overload. She hadn’t come down from the last climax and every nerve in her body tingled. Her breasts rubbed the sleeping bag every time Keil entered her body. His shaft seemed to grow in size as Keil’s finger pressed even farther into her ass to start a rhythm in time with the thrusts of his cock. The double penetration made her grow wetter than ever as all the sensations drew to another peak. The unending in and out strokes built heat where she thought there was nothing left to burn.
His free hand slipped around her body to touch her clit and she screamed, the wildfire ripping through her consuming every available inch of skin and tissue. Keil’s body slammed into her one last time and she felt the flood of warmth from his release, felt the hard length within her jerk again and again as his hands locked them together.
It was hours later, she was sure of it, before she had enough energy to even draw a breath of air into her lungs. Her body tingled from top to bottom, although she had to admit that the bottom area tingled a bit more than anywhere else.
Keil’s body reluctantly pulled away from her and she mourned the loss. She was resting on the platform trying to catch her breath, head down and butt up in the air, when a soft warm cloth slipped over her. Keil cleaned her up with such a gentle touch she wasn’t even sure he was there the whole time.
He picked her up and held her close as he sat them in front of the fire. She slipped a hand over his jaw and smiled at him. His dark eyes stared down, the heat of passion still, there but something else as well. Something gentle and deep and forever.
Robyn laid her head against Keil’s chest. She swore that she heard his heart beating.
For her.
Only for her.
Chapter 9
The ski out with Keil was a hoot. He didn’t take the straight route down the hills, instead veering off into the trees and making teleturns as often as possible.
Just like Robyn liked to do.
Usually it drove Tad crazy, but here was her mate doing the same insane thing. It felt great, and it was tons of fun to have someone to ski with who didn’t freak out every time she left the main trail.
They made it down to the level of the second lake after an hour. The small hunter’s cabin at the head of the lake was in disrepair but still a great place to stop for a hot drink and a short snack.
They were putting their gear back in their packs and getting ready for the ski across the lake when Robyn threw her arms around Keil and hugged him, hard. She was incredibly happy she could talk with Keil. Usually having to use sign language and read lips made the outward journey disjointed, but she could talk to him anytime.
She wondered how far away from each other they could be and still hear each other.
“What’s up?”
“I love being with you. I love being able to speak into your mind and hear you in mine. I love skiing with you.”
“I love skiing with you too, Robyn. Especially that little trick you have of squealing with delight before skiing over steep embankments.”
Robyn hit him with a hastily formed snowball. “I do not squeal.”
His gaze dropped over her body and heat rolled between them. “You most certainly do squeal. And moan. And make all sorts of other delicious noises. Hell, I’m hard just thinking about it. Wanna fool around?”
“Keil, it’s twenty-five degrees out and we’re in the middle of the forest. Cool your jets.”
The leer he gave her as he reached down and adjusted himself promised some serious torture in the very near future.
“Do you realize how tough it is going to be to travel like this?”
“Put a ski on it. You’ll be the fastest thing on three legs.”
She danced away from him, laughing, and readied for the two-hour journey across the lake.
The snow pack was beautiful. Hard snow covered the surface with a heavy enough dusting of fresh powder to give their skis something to bite into. Once again Keil led the way, setting tracks for Robyn to follow. They continued to talk back and forth to each other easily about nothing in particular, avoiding discussing the pack, the challenge, everything controversial. Robyn enjoyed the rapid pace Keil set, and she was disappointed when he slowed down, glancing into the trees on their right.
“Hey, you getting tired or something?”
“Or something. Keep skiing but reduce your speed. Keep your eyes on my back. Understand?”
“No. We need to pick it up or we’ll be in Haines in a week instead of a day.”
“Are you watching my back?”
Robyn ran her eyes over the solid body in front of her. Her mouth watered at the thought he was all hers.
“Your backside, does that count? Yummy.”
“Glad you think so. Don’t freak out, but I think we’re being shadowed. I count at least four wolves in the trees beside us. Are you still watching me?”
A shiver raced through Robyn. Something was very wrong or Keil would have simply stopped and faced the wolves. “I’m watching you. What’s up?”
“Someone is trying to pull a fast one on us. If the other challenger to the Alpha position can take me out ahead of time, they can assume leadership. They must think you’re TJ. People knew he was going to Granite with me.”
“Yuck, what an insult. Have they never seen him ski? Wait, what do you mean ‘take you out’? Hell, are they going to attack us?”
Keil continued to ski forward, Robyn narrowing the gap between them as his pace dropped. She slipped a couple of furtive glances toward the trees and spotted some of the wolves darting in and out of the distant tree line.
“Yeah, they’re going to attack. Listen up. They don’t know we’re mates which means they don’t know we can talk like this. That’s to our advantage. If Jack were to do this right, he’d approach me alone and his seconds would stand back and watch. By sneaking up on us out here, I doubt Jack’s planning on obeying any of the rules. If they think you’re TJ, they’re going to assume you’ll fight like him.” Keil paused. “TJ’s a tough wolf, Robyn. I’m guessing they will set two wolves on you.”
“Two wolves? That’s not good odds, Keil, but if we stick together—”
“I want to, but we’d never survive that w
ay. A four against two means they can actually have three against one at times and even I can’t fight that many at once without getting hurt. The thought is killing me, but I’m going to have to leave you for a bit. I’ll attack the two that go after me, get at least one of them out of the picture, then rejoin you. I told you about wolf society and ranking, you’re strong enough to hold them off.”
They skied a bit farther as Robyn fought down her panic.
He was going to leave her and let two wolves attack her. No, that wasn’t true. He was going to trust her to defend herself until he could come back and save them both.
That sounded better. Even if it still made her want to pee her pants.
“Right around this bend the wind usually blows the snow off the lake. The ice will be a better surface for you to stand on to defend yourself. We’ll ski until we get there.”
She didn’t know if she wanted the ski to be over or to go on forever. Finally Keil lifted a hand as if signaling for a rest stop. He shifted his body to face the trees, casually turning her toward him.
Keil undid his clothes while hiding from the view of the trees behind Robyn’s body. A dangerous gleam was in his eyes and an impression of power rolled off him. They might be in a tough place, but Keil was not going to be as easy a target as the others imagined.
“Protect your throat. If they’re close enough to get at your throat, I want you to shove your arm into their mouth. They’ll still be able to snap it and it’ll hurt like hell, but your wolf can heal a busted arm. You can’t regrow your throat.”
Robyn gaped at him. “Love you too, sweetheart. Man, you take your girl on the most romantic dates, don’t you? Any other advice for me, Cujo?”
Keil flashed a grin at her. “Just remember that kicking a wolf in the nuts hurts as much as it does a human.”
“Good to know, hon. So don’t piss me off anymore, okay? What do you expect me to do, other than stand around looking like dinner?”
His answering smile reassured her more than it should have with wolves about to streak across the snow to try to kill her. “I expect you to use your ski poles, your big knife and your tough-as-nails attitude, and kick some butt for me. Ready?”
“You are sexy when you’re all tough. I guess if they think I’m TJ I shouldn’t lean over and plant a big one on your cheek right now, hmmm?”
Keil threw back his head and laughed. His arms reached out and while he kept his eyes on the tree line he kissed her thoroughly. “What a wonderful idea. Now they’re going to be worried about the sneak attack and freaking out watching us. Here they come. By the way, Robyn, I do love you.”
They drew a hands span apart. Robyn watched as Keil threw off his clothes and shifted to his wolf. His silver grey form raced toward the nearest of the wolves on the left. He flew across the snow and she cheered inside as she saw Keil’s huge body slam into the smaller wolf and bowl him over.
Then she couldn’t watch anymore as the wolves on the right closed in on her.
She turned and crouched, making sure that she had a firm grip on her knife. Her pack lay to the side and she made a mental note of its position to avoid tripping over it. Glancing back up toward the trees, she gasped.
“Damn it, you owe TJ an apology. They obviously think he’s tougher than you realized. There are three wolves coming at me.”
“I know. I’ve got three as well. Give me a second. Try and distract them.”
Robyn grit her teeth together. Distract them? “What, you want me to do a cancan dance or something?”
Fear and anger battled within Robyn. It was bad enough Keil was supposed to have to fight in the challenge this weekend. That at least was a time-honoured tradition and involved the values of fair play. This was nothing more than a sneak attack, cowardly and cheap.
She pulled the can of bear spray from her pocket where it had been stored since the start of the trip. One of the rules of the north was to never piss off anything you couldn’t reason with.
Robyn was really pissed off.
She waited until the first wolf was in range, then lunged toward him as she held her breath and coated the beast with pepper spray. A four-second burst was enough and he howled in pain, scratching at his eyes with his paws as he rolled away from the fight, burying his face in the snow.
Dropping her knife and the bear spray, Robyn reached down to grab the straps of her pack. She swung around in a circle then let the pack fly into the next wolf, knocking him off his feet as she quickly retrieved her knife from the ground.
The remaining wolf was looking at her with his head tilted to the side like he was thinking really hard.
Like he was really confused about something.
A quick glance toward Keil showed her he’d taken one wolf to the ground. Keil’s huge silver wolf body connected with another smaller black wolf and the two of them rolled in the snow, scratching at each other’s torsos and necks with their claws.
“Steady, Robyn, I’m on my way. Watch the black wolf on you. He’s Jack’s brother and he’s a mean one. The other wolf will try to distract you, but watch Dan.”
Dan was still on the ground under the pack but he’d lifted his head and was sniffing the air hard. He threw back his head and opened his mouth wide, and Robyn assumed that he was howling. Keil swore.
“Bloody hell. Run to me, NOW!”
Robyn turned, but Dan had regained his feet and lunged.
“I can’t, he’s attacking. What happened?”
“He’s scented that you’re my mate. He just told the others. Damn, I’ve got three on me again. Hold him off, babe, you can do it. He won’t hurt you.”
Robyn heard his anger even in her mind. Following Dan’s cry the other wolf on her had left and he was attacking Keil, three on one. Robyn jumped aside as Dan nipped at her legs. Her backhand swing was too slow to do more than brush her knife against his fur before he withdrew a short way. His wolf eyes mocked her as he herded her away from where her mate continued to fight.
Keil was stronger than any one of the wolves around him, but his attackers teased, dancing out of reach of his claws and teeth.
“What are they doing?”
“They’re trying to drag out the fight, tire me out before Jack even puts in an appearance.”
Robyn pushed toward Keil, trying to narrow the gap between them, but she was frustrated time after time by Dan’s lunges. She failed to see how close to the trees she’d been maneuvered.
Then she saw him.
Shit.
He was as big as Keil, black from tail to nose and he walked out of the woods straight toward her fearlessly.
“Keil, who’s this asshole?”
Keil risked a quick peek and Robyn felt his anger flare. “That’s the chief asshole himself, Jack.”
She couldn’t keep her eyes on both Dan and Jack at the same time, and all at once, something slammed into the back of her legs and she fell, hard, to the ice. Swinging with her arm she sliced with her knife and managed to hit meat this time. Her arm went numb and the blade flew from her fingers as her elbow was slammed to the ground by the weight of Jack’s huge forepaw.
Her cry of distress reached Keil. “Robyn, I’m coming. Hit him on the nose, kick him. Fight him.”
Robyn tried not to freak out. Jack’s massive body lay on top of her, pinning her to the ground. He sniffed along her ear.
“I can’t move. He’s at my throat and he’s got my arms pinned. He must weight five hundred pounds and oh my word, that is gross.”
“I’m almost there. What did he do?”
“He licked my neck. Gack, he stinks.”
Robyn strained to pull her legs up to be able to connect her feet with any part of Jack’s anatomy. His muzzle continued to sniff along her throat, his tongue lapping occasionally as she struggled under him. He didn’t seem to be trying to hurt her, but the sheer weight of his body forced the air from her lungs. Between that and the smell of his breath, she was growing light headed from a lack of oxygen.
Ke
il connected with the side of Jack’s body and the two flew over her to roll toward the scraggy trees.
Teeth flashed. Jack was no longer holding back as he had with Robyn. The fury of the attack, the speed of the swinging claws, made her gasp in horror.
Fur literally flew.
But even after having fought the other wolves, Keil was clearly stronger. His massive paws scrambled on the icy surface as Keil soon forced Jack down and over onto his back. Keil’s teeth grasped Jack’s throat and he placed a set of sharp claws against his opponent’s belly.
He froze in position.
Waiting.
Robyn had crawled crablike away from their fight, mesmerized. She slowly became aware that while she waited nearby the other wolves still standing had surrounded her.
“Oh crap.”
“They won’t touch you. I’ve got their leader in a death grip. Physically he’s been defeated and acknowledged my superiority.”
The wolves circled her slowly, taking small lunges in her direction. Moving closer on each rotation.
“Are you sure that they know that? Because they’re freaking me out here.”
Robyn could see Keil’s jaw moving, and she assumed he was talking to Jack. The black wolf threw back his head and howled.
“Umm, Robyn? Slight problem. Remember TJ telling you about how being triggered made you smell kinda interesting right now?”
Robyn sidestepped another wolf that had moved closer in an attempt to brush up against her.
“Are you telling me these jerks have the hots for me?”
“Yup. We’ve got to convince them all that you’re already taken. Including Jack, who just made a comment about how good you taste, by the way.”
The four wolves circling Robyn turned and began to slink toward Keil. Tails low, teeth bared, it was clear they planned on attacking. He pressed his paw more firmly into Jack’s belly, but there was no way he could defend himself without releasing his captive.
