“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly a few seconds later.
The trees were thick on this side of the driveway, but rather than answer, Rig only turned his head to meet my eyes, smiled, and suddenly took a step off the gravel driveway and towards those looming shadows along the road.
A few feet later my eyes adjusted and I could make out straight lines in the dark shadows under the tall pines, and soon a strange little building was revealed.
At first it just looked like a weird out-building. An octagonal room with a low, cone-shaped roof, hidden from the view of the house by thick trees and bushes.
I looked up at Rig.
“You know, when I was youn
~ RIG ~I shook with need, my hands trembling worse than a middle-schooler getting his first kiss. Cara, so fucking stunning in that dress, was even more incredible to look at naked in the water, her skin glowing under lights in the blue water, her nipples high and hard, darker that the rest of her. I’d rested her neck back on the padded edge of the pool, and it arched her back, her throat bare, her lower back hollowed, knees wide because I was pressed between her thighs.We kissed. Oh, how we kissed.Had I known before her that a kiss could carry so much, be so sacred, I would never have given my lips to another soul before her.I kissed her, she kissed me. And it was as if our souls reached through the damp, breathless heat to twine again.
SOUNDTRACK: “Meaning” by Nathan Wagner*****~ RIG ~Being inside Cara was overwhelming. All those flames in my blood rushed out to my skin and I prickled all over, just like I had when we got into the water. I gripped her hips and broke the kiss because if I didn’t, I was going to come. I pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back into her again, my heart pounding when she made a cry of pleasure.When I let go of her chin, Cara dropped her head until her hair dangled in the water, her hands white-knuckled on the side of the pool. I straightened to try and give myself some kind of reprieve, but couldn’t stop stroking her back, her breasts, her waist… her skin.We moved together slowly, wringing every ounce of
~ CARA ~My body was still thrumming, I was still trying to catch my breath, still wallowing in Rig—still held in his arms and that hot water and…But the look on his face, the sudden stress—followed immediately by the tension in his jaw and hardening of his expression. I could feel him become resolute.“Rig, you don’t have to—”“Yes, I do. I really do, Cara. He knows now. If I don’t challenge him, it will be as if I’m scared of him and it’ll weaken my power against my father.”“How? If they don’t even know?”“It’s not that. A wolf’s power is… I don’t kn
~ RIG ~“Done?” she whispered.“An Alpha can end a fight for dominance by submitting. But few will. Because what kind of Alpha are you if you’re willing to just… give up?”“Rig,” her eyes went wide. “If he’s going to beat you, you have to submit. Don’t force him to kill you!”“There’s no forcing, Cara, it’s what he’ll be trying to do from the second we face off.”“But—”“Cara, you said don’t sugar coat this, so I’m not. If that rogue is as strong as Natalie believed—and the way he’s responded to this makes me think he might be even stronger—then there’s no other way through this.”“No, you can’t—”
SOUNDTRACK: “I Guess I’m in Love” by Clinton Kane.*****~ MACK ~It took us hours to get back to the cabin, circling and testing, making certain we weren’t followed. A part of me had been pissed that Rig would even think he needed to warn us, but then I realized I would have done the same thing.This whole situation was fucked.Natalie was next to me in the car, her hands tight in her lap, her face pale.She was blaming herself.We’d opened a door with this rogue pack, and now she felt like it was her fault that it wasn’t going down the way we wanted it to.“I really
~ NATALIE ~I hated myself, hated myself, for the fickleness of my heart. For all the ways I feared and doubted, and dragged other wolves down with me.I knew it about myself and if there was anything I could change, that would be it.It was a fierce irony to me that everyone liked to talk about how strong I was, when I knew the truth was that I wasn’t strong at all. I was stubborn as fuck, and prideful—some might say narcissistic, but I didn’t think that was it.The truth was, I was so scared most of the time, I was ready to fight even when I shouldn’t. I created conflict because I was terrified of being surprised by it. And other wolves saw that as strength.
~ NATALIE ~Those scattered tines of hair that were just a touch too long at the front, fell over his eyes and I combed them back with my fingers, while I stroked his chest and arms with my other hand, waiting for him to be ready.But to my surprise, he didn’t groan and press me into the mattress, but sat back on his heels between my bent knees, his hands roaming every inch of my chest, stomach, legs as he followed their progress with his eyes.‘You’re so fucking beautiful, Natalie.’ And his eyes told the story and that it was truth. He was drinking in the sight of me, praising me with his gaze.‘Come closer,’ I urged him, reaching for him. B
~ NATALIE ~A happy sob broke in my throat and I clawed into his back with my fingernails. Mack raised his head, arching his back again to find me deeper and my jaw dropped.Then he muttered, “hold on!” and hooked his hands under my arms.Teeth gritted and muscles flexing, he sat back, pulling me with him until I was in his lap, sitting on his thighs, pressed down onto him and… holy shit.“Mack—” My body trembled and ached. I suddenly felt perched over him, unsteady.“I’ve got you, babe,” he rasped. “I’ve got you. Relax.”He stroked my back, held my hip, kissed me, and kept murmuring. Relax… rel