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by Megan Erickson


  “What?” The word was sharp and angry.

  “Sit down.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. I waited him out until finally he sat down on his ass, knees drawn up to his chest.

  “You’ll sit here where I can reach you.” I pointed to the spot in front of me.

  Reese glared.

  “I could overpower you and just take you. I’m not doing that, so I’m asking you to do one thing, which is sit here.”

  Finally, my wolf compromised. And with slow movements—which were on purpose—he crawled toward me until I could reach out a hand and pull him into my lap. He straddled me, his hands on my shoulders, but he still didn’t look happy.

  “The first time I was out of control. I’m sorry for that. But now that I know it can happen, I’ll be much more careful. My claws will not come out while I’m knuckle-deep in your ass, making you come. I can promise you that.”

  He wanted my fingers, but he didn’t want to show it. He shifted on my lap, his cock dragging against my stomach, as he stubbornly worked to maintain his glare. I reached around and circled his rim again. “Do you want this?”

  His Adam’s apple bobbed. “I guess.”

  I had to smile at that. “You only guess?” When I sunk in two fingers, Reese gasped and dropped his head forward onto my shoulder. His hips began to move. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chanted as I pumped in and out a few times before plunging back in to find his prostate. When I rubbed across it, he cried out, hands digging into my shoulders.

  I grinned and pulled out.

  “Noooo!” he cried, flinging his head back and smacking my chest. “Do not stop, you Were bastard.”

  “Tell me you want it, then. Tell me.”

  Fuck, he was still mad, eyes blazing, neck muscles tight, and I was close to throwing him onto his back and pounding home.

  “I want it,” he said through clenched teeth, grinding against me.

  “What do you want?”

  “I’m going to fucking smother you in your sleep.”

  “Tell me, Reese.”

  “Argh!” he yelled. “I want you in my ass. Your fingers, your cock, your come. I want my alpha’s smell in me and on me. Please Dare!”

  I plunged my fingers back in, and he began to ride them, his eyes closed, head thrown back. This had better be quick, because I needed to be inside him about thirty seconds ago.

  He was close, his muscles straining as he clung to me, as he slammed onto my hand when I shoved all four fingers inside. His growls went high-pitched and, when I tugged on his cock, he began to come, his hot release pulsing between us.

  He was still dripping when I threw him onto his back and drove home. He clung to my waist with his strong legs, urging me on. “Fuck me, Alpha.” He thrashed his head on the bed, hands in my hair. “Love your cock. Wanna feel you fill me up.”

  His pleas were what got me, because I didn’t think many shifters heard Reese plead for anything. With a howl, I slammed into him one last time and came inside his body. I lowered myself to the bed, arranging us on our sides, still inside him.

  For a while, we did nothing but breathe, the smell of our sex like a drug. I loved this, the after-glow of our mating. Reese began to root around my chest, burrowing his nose under my arms, between my pecs, all the places my scent was concentrated. He made soft whuffing sounds, and when I pulled his head back with a gentle grip on his hair, his pupils were dilated, just like the time he’d sucked me off.

  He didn’t speak, same as last time, even though he seemed to be trying to. So I let his head go, and he went back to sniffing me like an addict.

  I ran my hands down his back, and his spine rippled beneath my touch. When my softened cock slipped from his hole, I gathered some of my come on my hand and began to rub it into his skin. Never in my life had I done this, but I needed Reese to be soaked with me. I needed it in his skin. Imprinted there. For all time.

  He unwrapped himself from my arms, still rooting on my chest, I rolled onto my back as he made his way down my body, lapping at my abs before shoving his face into my groin. His moist breath coated my balls, and I closed my eyes as my mate basked in the scent of us. When his tongue began to clean me, I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. He made a small sound of contentment as his tongue continued its way to my cock. My body was like stone, sinking into the mattress, and when Reese’s ministrations stopped and his breathing evened out from his place between my legs, I closed my eyes and let sleep overtake me too.

  Reese

  * * *

  I was on my knees between Dare’s legs, mouth stuffed full of cock. Again. I couldn’t get enough of him. One sniff, and I was dropping with a thud, mouth already drooling as I fumbled to rip open his pants.

  I couldn’t stop attaching myself to Dare’s dick.

  All we did was fuck, sleep, and eat. It was a cycle neither of us could break. Dare kept saying he’d take me on a tour, and I wanted to meet his pack, yet we couldn’t seem to actually keep our pants on and walk out the door.

  I told myself this time spent bonding with Dare was necessary. The more he was attached to me, the more he’d be willing to help me save my sister. But I also couldn’t deny that I was fucking happy for the first time since we left Astria. If I were telling myself the truth—which I didn’t want to do—I enjoyed Dare’s company. He had a sense of humor, and he got me. In a way, no one but my siblings did.

  But this was getting to be a problem. I’d been here a week and hadn’t managed to accomplish much of anything except a zillion orgasms. Dare hadn’t even left to do…Were business or pack business or whatever he did all day before he met me and fucked me unconscious on the regular. I was starting to wonder how much this mate bond was affecting him too. Dare had made it clear that while I was his mate, his pack came first. But after that scene with Gage in the hallway, I wasn’t so sure that was the case anymore. How much pull did I have on him? Enough to break the truce with the Bluefoot pack?

  He let me set the pace, and I took my time, loving the feel of my mate on my tongue. I’d been working him now for ten minutes and could have gone another twenty, but his hands slipped into my hair, changing my rhythm, which was when I knew he was close. I let him fuck my mouth as I braced for his release. It came a minute later, the delicious come spilling down my throat.

  I sucked until every last drop was gone, and I would have kept going, kept my lips attached to his dick, if he didn’t haul me up into his lap, my back to his front. I was boneless, my head swimming, so I let him arrange me so that my legs were spread over his thighs. I didn’t give a fuck at the exposed position. I wanted to come. I turned my head and buried my nose in his neck on a whine.

  He ran a hand down my chest and over my abs before gripping my cock in a huge fist. His other hand closed around my throat, squeezing slightly. “You’re so gorgeous when you’re like this.” His voice was rubber-band tight. “So pliant, so needy for me.”

  “Yes,” I panted, canting my hips, trying to get him to move his damn hand and get me off. “Need you so bad.”

  He squeezed my cock but didn’t stroke it, and I moaned in frustration. Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside my slick hole. “This is what you need, right?” He worked his fingers in and out of me. “You need filled, right? My cock or my fingers, you don’t care, you just need your alpha filling you.”

  “Yes,” I said, riding his fingers shamelessly, my face still buried in the side of his neck. “Fuck yes.”

  He was hitting my spot with laser-like precision. My whole body was on fire, and I wondered what I looked like, writhing mindlessly on his lap. “Alpha,” I whispered as my balls drew up while he relentlessly tortured my prostate. “I need—”

  “This is all you need,” he said. “Just this. You can come like this.”

  I wasn’t sure I could, not without a hand around my cock, but seconds later, I was proven wrong, because he added a third finger, increasing the pressure, and I was coming on a scream,
shooting all over my stomach, thighs and groin.

  I was boneless while Dare laid me down on the bed and leaned over me. His tongue licked up the side of my mouth. “Can you speak yet?”

  I had to get my shit together soon, but when I was so damn drugged on sex, it was hard to even remember my name sometimes. I nodded. “Yeah.”

  He gripped my face, brushing my cheekbone with his thumb. His gaze searched my face in that tender way he’d been looking at me lately.

  “We should probably do something other than fuck,” I said. I wanted to get outside of his room and gauge the overall feel of the pack.

  His eyes crinkled. “I agree, but this week has been important. We were able to get to know each other.”

  Well, we’d accomplished that, but I was still wondering if either of us was feeling any effects from the True Mate bond. “What do you know about True Mates?”

  “Not much.” He shrugged as he sat up on the bed, and I arranged myself cross-legged between his legs. “I wish I knew more, but I’ve never met True Mates.”

  “Really?”

  “Since I’ve been alive, there have been none in this pack.” He nodded toward his bookcase. “I have a book you’re free to read, but it doesn’t have any records of cross species Tue Mates, like Were and werewolf.”

  “What does it say about Were True Mates?”

  “There’ve been records of alphas becoming more powerful. Stronger. That some True Mates have been able to draw on each other to make themselves stronger or expand their power.”

  “What kind of power?”

  “Well, I can order my pack members to shift. I can force them to submit. Remember when we met Gage in the hallway?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I used my power to force him to kneel and submit. But it takes a lot of strength and power for that.”

  “Alpha werewolves are stronger and natural leaders. They don’t have powers.”

  His grin was all teeth. Smug bastard. I resisted rolling my eyes at him. “So try to take some of my power.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Reese, I don’t know how to do that. And I don’t want to hurt you. I’m going to do more research first.”

  “Okay.” I flexed my bicep. “Well, I don’t feel stronger.” With a grin, I squeezed his arm. “Do you feel stronger?”

  He huffed a laugh. “No. I don’t think so. I also read that it can take time. It’s not instant the minute we mate.”

  Fate was fucking weird. “Try to draw strength from me.”

  “What?”

  “Try.”

  “Reese, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Come on.”

  “I don’t know how. This isn’t something I do.” He paused. “You said your parents were True Mates?”

  “Yep.”

  “What do you know about their bond?

  My parents had been peaceful wolves, like the entire Whitethroat pack. It was one of the reasons we’d been so thoroughly decimated. We were not fighters and our defenses against the Nowere horde were pitiful. We thought we were safe within our walls. “I don’t know much. They could communicate without speaking. Why can’t we read each other’s minds?”

  Dare scratched his stomach, yawning. “I don’t know. Maybe because we’re different species.”

  He had a point, but it was in my best interest to find out if he could read my mind. What if he could and found out about Selene? I needed to know if my own thoughts were going to betray me. “Maybe we have to…activate it.”

  Dare raised an eyebrow. “Activate it?”

  “Yeah, I mean, have we tried it yet?”

  “No, but—”

  “So let’s try it!” I readjusted my legs so my knees were touching him. Then I placed my hands on his thighs. “Touching might help, I don’t know.”

  He still looked skeptical.

  I didn’t think this was going to work either, but at least I was making the effort. “Come on, Dare!”

  “Okay, okay, fine. You think something.”

  I concentrated really hard on one single thought, repeating it on a loop.

  After thirty seconds, Dare squinted at me. “You’re hungry.”

  My mouth dropped open. “You heard me?”

  Dare threw back his head and laughed. “No, I just guessed because you’re always hungry.”

  I punched his chest. Hard. Which only made him laugh harder. “Why aren’t you taking this seriously?”

  He rubbed the area where I’d hit him, still smiling. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I’m not taking this seriously, it’s that I don’t think sitting here trying to silently communicate is going to do anything.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, now you’re just making me feel stupid.”

  He grabbed me so that I was forced to straddle his lap. “Reese.”

  “What?”

  He cupped my face, leaning so close that I could count the fine lines spreading from the outsides of his eyes. “You’re my mate. I know this with every beat of my heart. If fate wants us to communicate, it’ll happen. Okay?”

  I slid my hands up his chest and curled them around his neck. “Yeah.” I shifted slightly in his lap, then grinned. “You want to fuck, huh?”

  He ran his tongue up my neck, then nipped my ear. “You read my mind?”

  “Nah, you just always want to fuck. And your hard dick is pressed against my ass.”

  I laughed as he threw me back onto the bed, then he fucked me until I couldn’t say anything but his name.

  Chapter Seven

  Reese

  * * *

  The bed was warm and I didn’t want to leave it. But Dare was bright-eyed this morning, already pulling on pants. “Thought I’d take you around the compound today. Give you a tour. Can’t keep you shut in here all the time, no matter how much I want to.”

  I tried not to look too eager, but I was ready for this tour. I was enjoying the hell out of spending time with Dare—fucking him and getting to know him. For the first time I could remember, I was experiencing more than fleeting moments of happiness. But on the other hand, that happiness made me feel guilty as fuck, because my sister wasn’t safe in front of me. I’d had to shove my worry over her to the side so Dare wouldn’t notice, but it was getting harder and harder to hide my anxiety. I climbed off the bed. “Why now?”

  Something flickered across his eyes, something that made my stomach turn over with dread. “They’re starting to talk.”

  Right, his pack. Gage’s words hadn’t left my head, a constant worry that things in the Silver Tip pack were not all perfect. Dare had told me that Gage was his older cousin, but he’d quickly shut down any more questions. “Okay.”

  I was dressed in minutes and we headed toward the door. He turned around at the last minute. “Remember. Obey and respect.”

  “Yes, Alpha.”

  He nodded, flashing me a smile, and then we were out the door. After descending the stairs, he grabbed me around the waist. “We’re going to make an entrance, so is this adequate warning?”

  I peered over the balcony. “You’re taking us all the way down, right?”

  “Exactly.”

  I took a deep breath. “Go for it.”

  He didn’t even have to get a running start. One minute, we were standing in place, and the next minute, the air was flying past my ears as we dropped down six flights, landing on the bottom floor with a loud whomp. Dare protected me from the impact, then set me on my feet. I gripped his arm to steady myself, so I didn’t keel over in front of his pack.

  Yes, his pack. Now that I wasn’t terrified, beat up, and chained, I could get a better look at the main area of the Silver Tip compound. There were tables where some pack members were eating, another area where they were playing some sort of dice game. Through an open doorway, I spotted an arena-type place where some wolves appeared to be sparring. In their Were form.

  Fuck me.

  I quickly looked away, waiting for Dare’s command. He beg
an to speak to me, his voice a low rumble, authority dripping with every word. This was not the voice he used with me in his quarters. This was Dare, Alpha of the Silver Tip pack. Respect.

  I kept my mouth shut and listened.

  “We call this entire building the Hive, because it’s kinda shaped like one. And this is the main meeting area,” he said. “If we’re alerted about an emergency like a Nowere breach, we gather here, in the Forum. The kitchens are over there.” He pointed to a doorway near where many Weres were eating.

  One major difference between the Bluefoot pack and the Silver Tip was the many shapes, sizes, and colors of the Weres in this pack. Pale skin, tawny skin, tan skin, dark skin. Everywhere I looked, I saw a range of people. While most of Xan’s pack was lighter-skinned like me, my Whitethroat pack had been more like Dare’s pack. “Is everyone here a Silver Tip?”

  “Yes,” Dare said quickly.

  “No, I mean…” Some of the Weres fighting outside bore the same silver stripe Dare did, while another’s coat bore gray stripes. “That one doesn’t have the silver like you do.”

  “Ah,” Dare said. “We’ve always taken in members of other packs who come to our gates needing a place to live. So they might not bear the markings of a Silver Tip, but they are pack. Novus markings vary based on the dominant gene in the parents.”

  A female Were approached us. She looked familiar, and I was sure I’d seen her before, but that first day here had been fuzzy. Her skin was dark, and she had her hair in dozens of long, skinny braids down her back. Her septum was pierced with a small piece of bone sharpened at each end.

  She bent her head in deference to Dare, and he turned to me. “This is Rua. She’s a member of my guard.”

  “Nice to meet you,” I said, just as recognition hit. “Oh hey, you brought me water!”

  She smiled. “I did. Glad to see you all healed.”

  That day I’d scrambled across the floor away from Dare felt like a lifetime ago. And it’d only been a little over a week. “Yeah, I was able to shift and got myself looking pretty again.”

 

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