My mate laughed against my lips, temporarily breaking our kiss, and I gave no apologies for ruining his shirt or forgetting my place as a docile she-wolf. I took great liberties roaming his bare skin, all the while, our mouths continued to move together like our bodies did. With his wolf a bit in control, the pace of his cock within me, was faster than the way he had touched and tasted me before, but his thrusts still had no brutality behind them. The plunge of his hips to meet mine, was more frantic than violent, as if he was in a hurry to be in me and hated when our bodies parted for even seconds. Our tongues danced together rather than dueled. I liked the feel of him in me, equally as much, pushing my hips into his whenever he pulled out of me, urging him to enter again and again, to make me whole. I could already feel my next climax building fast and furious, our kisses grew more desperate and hungry to match the pace of his hips into me. I savored his mouth just as he had mine
My mate tasted of salt and spice, the perfect combination. I moaned at the first decadent taste of him on my tongue. My greedy mouth sucked up every bead of his warm juices that leaked from his tip. I could tell he was not going to last long, his cock already pulsating beneath my tongue as I licked the length of him from tip to balls, then back down again. I enclosed my mouth around his cock once more and took him as deeply as I could down my throat. I relaxed my muscles and jaw, so I could take even more of him in. I worked him in and out, my teeth grazing the underside of his shaft on my fourth pass of his impressive length. He grunted when I sucked him in harder and my tongue flicked against his tip. I traced his happy place with a swirl of my tongue round and round, until the grey wolf was panting and squirming against my tongue. My Alpha did not try and take control, to shove himself into me, or grab the back of my neck to hold me in place like some of the males I had known in
Dinner was an awkward affair, for more reasons than one. Lily kept looking between her brother and me, turning beet red and giggling, in-between telling him off for something he said to her mate. Grey was being a typical protective big brother and grilling his sister’s mate about the young beta’s werewolf politics and views on she-wolfs. I had shooed them all from the kitchen and refused help, as I worked better and faster alone, but that had opened the door for the grey wolf’s interrogation and sizing up Randon. There was also the matter of me thinking up a way to get my new mate out of my hair for the night which would be tricky. I didn’t want to make it obvious I was trying to get rid of him on the night of the full Moon either as that would be hella suspicious. Most newly bonded mates would jump at the chance to run together in their wolfskin beneath the full Moon, side by side. It was the natural thing to do. But I was not a normal wolf and I could not have Grey on my land unti
I reassured my mate with words I figured he wanted to hear about our life together from now on and staying vigilant and safe tonight. He lingered on my porch with more gentle touches, and I could see the indecision on his face. The grey wolf was already torn between his duties to his pack and his stubborn ass mate. I wondered if he would keep his word in the future and always put me first, even if it meant disloyalty to his pack. Would he ultimately choose me or them if it came down to it? Because I was not the type of Luna a pack would welcome with open arms. Not only was I not a pure, but I was also not softspoken or obedient. The males would fear the seeds of rebellion and discontent I would spread among the other females. Grey would be forced to get me in line or risk his rank as Alpha. Because if a Alpha could not even control his own female, how could he lead a pack? He would be seen as weak, lose respect, and challenged. If I was under the pack’s thumb, and Grey lost his Alph
I knew it was useless, but old habits died hard, so I took a shot of wolfsbane as twilight fell and the stars started to come out. Then I took a couple shots of the whiskey I kept in my freezer to help steady my nerves, enjoying that icy burn down my throat and into my stomach. When I caught a glance of my reflection in the kitchen window, my eyes already glowed. I turned away in disgust. There was no use putting off the inevitable any longer.Patty and Bridget had closed the diner at eight p.m. as instructed and left for the night before nine p.m. I was sure to always know the time of the moon rise on that cursed day each month and plan accordingly to have my land cleared of all humans before then. I did not take chances with how much control I had gained over my wolf under that sick fuck’s tutelage or lack thereof, and I had not explored the animal side of me other than monthly since. And even then, I took extreme precautions so the beast inside me would not harm someone.No, I only
My wolf whined and scratched against the metal separating me from my dark mate. He responded by an anguished growl ripping through him, and pounded against the door in renewed fury. I clawed deep into the metal from inside the cage, hoping it would give, as my mate battered the cage from the other side. I needed to get to him, and he needed to get to me. Our wolfs would not be denied. It was imprinted on us on an instinctual level to be together, to run free and side by side beneath the blessed light of our creator on this holy night. To drink together, hunt together, roam these lands together, and mate with the blessing of The Full Moon to bring forth new life. Those baser instincts of my wolf overrode my human ones, to stay trapped in this cage, and protect us from the outside world. And to also protect the outside world from us. Right now, the animal in me, spurred on by my Alpha mate, was in control. Nothing would keep us apart. Certainly nothing made by the hands of man. The me
Even through a thick canopy of trees, the sun was warm on my face, but my body felt on fire. I soon discovered the reason for feeling so overheated at midday in the shadows of the woods, before I even pried open my eyes, I could smell their heady masculine scents. Before the other awareness dawned in me, I felt the press of bare skin against mine. I didn’t even need to have my eyes open to know that I was nestled between Roam to my front and Grey to my back. A tangle of limbs and naked bodies upon a bed of moss on the forest bed. Last night came back to me in more than just jagged pieces, but clearer than my nights after The Full Moon usually were. I typically remembered fragments like a kaleidoscope of memories, but my wolf claiming both of the Alphas, sleeping naked beside me, was not fuzzy at all. My memories precise and coherent. Oh, fuck me on a Monday, what had she done? Things just got hella more complicated. My head was already hurting just thinking about the fallout from la
My eyes flashed bright, my teeth bared, before I raised my head skyward and let out a roar that reverberated off the trees, sent birds flying from their perches, and animals fled through the underbrush. The humans I smelled on my land, having their lunch in my diner, no doubt thought a rabid wolf, who stalked in daylight, was out on the prowl. They probably remembered the vicious attack on the roadside years before, fear cutting through them, and hunters reached for their guns. That was the power my howl had over all the living things within ten miles or so of Mountaintop. Not even my Alpha mates were immune to the raw power I had just unleashed. Much in the way of when we all wore our fur the night before, my mates were struck still. One pair of grey and one pair of honey eyes locked on me. “Enough!” I commanded. “This is my land and there will be no more fighting or bloodshed here.” I felt the waves of Luna essence cascading off me, and I should’ve been freaked out because it was
A burst of rage-fueled adrenaline coursed through my veins, giving me a second wind. I used my burst of strength to push myself off the tree, to stand tall, before I grabbed the shovel and began to dig furiously. Dirt and bits of roots and moss flung through the air as I took my frustrations out on the Earth. I would not greet the dark alpha like an obedient little mate eagerly awaiting his return. We would face each other as enemies, and he would stay on his side of the mountain or face the consequences. Grey was smart enough to get out of my way. The younger alpha decided to face his enemy on equal footing, wolf to wolf, as he merged with his animal once more. The human part of me had too much to say to the brute to shift, and my communication while in my fur would not be adequate unless he set foot onto my land. Then my literal claws and teeth would come out and I would show him no mercy.It did not take wolf senses to know when the dark one prowled near the boundary. The heavy ma
My eyes, the color of a muddy river like that of my father’s, locked onto the Alpha’s, not backing down, the challenge there, daring him to take it. I steeled my spine and my nerves, and I did not even let my wolf come through, because I had the power inside me, and I did not need to flash her rage, her pain, to let my mate know I was a dangerous predator not to be messed with.“Get out of my way, Grey. Or I will make you.”My voice had stayed calm and was more deadly than had it been dripping with aggression. Like a snake, waiting and watching for the need to strike.He let out a breath that sounded painful to exhale, “At least let me help you then.”So, his pack could suffer the consequences. Even the sting of his betrayal was not enough to let me agree to allow him to antagonize his enemy by disrespecting their dead. Wolves of Rocky’s status among the pack were sent off with honor to their place in the sky to spend eternity near their creator. It would be a grave insult to the crea
I stayed in that cabin with my she-wolf and her mate no matter how it turned my stomach and I had to choke down the vomit. No matter how my eyes stung while my mask cracked, I had to shut them a time or two to keep from screaming. The sound of that bone drill burrowing into my beta’s skull and Lily’s cries would haunt me for the rest of my life. I forced myself to bear it because I was their Luna, and my discomfort did not matter. What I wanted or needed no longer mattered. The scent of Rand’s blood was still heavy in the air, even after the healer and his mate had washed him clean again and had disposed of the bloody towels and crimson colored water. A clean bandage shrouded his head, and soon more joined along his bruised and broken body. Raven even stitched the worst wounds closed to help them heal faster. I wondered if I would always smell his wolfblood in here from now on as if it had soaked into the wood permanently. After Raven had cleaned and gathered her supplies, gave the
Grey did not argue, though he looked torn wanting to help, while the females carried the young beta inside the hunting cabin as gently as possible. Rand did not cry out in pain, which was not a good thing, he was limp and blood spattered in our arms. We laid him atop the bed, not giving a damn about staining the sheets. I could hear my mate pacing outside, though he respected my orders and did not set foot inside. Me slamming the door roughly behind us, gave the wolf the hint as well, that he was not welcomed. The Alpha of Timberlands would be off my land entirely soon enough, which was for the best because at the moment, I felt particularly violent towards him, now that the initial sting of hurt was waning, the rage was coming through strong. The only male I wanted to hurt more than Grey right now, was that fucking brute who I fully intended to get my pound of flesh from. The dark wolf was nothing but a lying bastard whom I had been a fool to trust his word. Animals had no honor. R
As soon as my Alpha mate’s boots hit the dirt, he rushed to me, his keen grey eyes assessing me from head to toe. I could see the rush of emotions that crossed his handsome face, worry, fear, anger, sympathy, regret, guilt. His hands gripped my shoulders gently to still me for a more intense inspection as I was shaking and jittery like I had just drunk ten energy drinks. When he noticed my torn-up arm, the scent of an enemy wolf still clinging to my skin, then his sister, bloody and dazed, holding onto her blood spattered and still mate, his wolf slipped through as he growled. I knew Grey’s aggression was not aimed at me. His eyes blazed when they landed on the dead wolf, naked, and minus a skull, with most of his brain matter, tainting my land.“I’m going to bury him in fucking silver chains,” he snarled, “and then I’m going to challenge his oath breaking, lying son of a bitch Alpha! A wolf with no honor has no place on this Earth!”My heart bashed into my ribs for an entirely differ
The massive hell-beast closed the gap between my fallen beta, his loyal mate, and I, in only a few leaps. My she-wolf howled in anguish at not protecting her mate or her Luna. Tears of physical pain no longer soaked my cheeks, now replaced by tears of regret and failure, of helplessness. I did not cry tears for myself in what was likely my last seconds of life.His dark form was upon me before I could even fire off another round. Before I could try and connect to the Earth beneath me and drawl strength to help fight this monster from under the mountain. My other regrets flashed before my eyes as time seemed to slow. I had never even told Grey I loved him. Or told Roam I did not always like him, but I did not hate him.I had not spoken to my cousin Jeanette in over a week and would never meet her boyfriend. I had not visited my paternal grandparent’s in their nursing home when I could have made that drive in six hours or flown in, in the two years it’d been since my bastard uncles had
I knew that I covered more ground quicker in my wolf form, and I could even carry the shotgun in my mouth, but I was not ready to shift just yet. I dashed through the trees like a mad woman, pushing back branches with ease, and navigating roots that would have tripped me up in the past, but with my wolf simmering at the surface, she led me her coordination, some of her agile speed, her heightened senses. And kick ass night vision. I should have been letting her out more all along.There was the slim chance it was a nomadic wolf who had crossed onto my packlands, still thinking it was neutral ground. But I had remarked all the boundaries of my territory only a few days ago with my scent, and unless the wolf was truly feral, or old and senile, or had no sense of smell, it was not an accident this male had trespassed onto my land. And when I got closer to his earthy scent, and I caught traces of sulfur from his fur, I knew exactly where the bastard had come from. The wolves from the cave
I thanked Monique for staying over, and she was just glad I had not been murdered. That was her actual words to me, because I had never been late to my shift before, and she too, liked to listen to true crime podcasts to help her unwind at night. Her imagination had been getting the best of her, and she had already been putting together a list of likely suspects in her head. Top of the list was a creepy once regular who had tried to stalk me post a hookup two years back, after I had made it clear there’d be no repeat performance.I laughed at that one, because I had forgotten about him, last thing I knew he had steered clear of me and Mountaintop after I threatened to tell his fiancée. And after I showed him my shot gun. I had questionable morals, but fucking men with wives or girlfriends, had never been my thing. Had I known about said fiancée before I let him fuck me in his truck after my shift, I would have chosen another dick to ride instead. After I had already been stalked and h
With my mates close by, their familiar earthy scents like an aphrodisiac that made me wet between the knees, I let out a contented sigh. I was sprawled out between my Alphas, naked and unbothered, staring up at the night sky, the stars had also come back out after the storm, and it was now the witching hour. “Holy shit!” I shot up like the forest bed had overheated beneath me, “I’m late for work.” Grey was on my left, and he sat up as I did. His thick hair was messy, though I was not the cause of it this time. Traces of moisture still adorned his tight body and tempted me greatly to follow the trails with my tongue. I shook off my lust, though it was not easy to do, and got to my feet. Roam remained spread out arrogantly on the grass, hands behind his rain kissed hair, his proud cock jutting out without shame. “Take the night off Rabbit. Besides I have yet to punish you for your disobedience, Luna.” That wicked glint in my dark mate’s eye promised that I would likely enjoy his pun