Espino, Stacey - Surrounded by Wolves [Wolves of Climax 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (10 page)

“Why would you say that?” His gravelly voice slithered through her body. She turned around to face him.

“You said you know what happened at the cabin.”

“That? Cassie, I know my men. I didn’t expect any less.” He exhaled, a frustrated sound as he came closer. “What I didn’t anticipate was your effect on me. You’re becoming a problem.”

“A problem?” Her breathing increased. Garret was everything she craved in a man. She didn’t want him to push her away.

“There’s been a lot going on in Climax the past few months. It would be irresponsible of me to add another complicated layer to my life now.” He trailed a finger from her shoulder, down her arm. There was a longing in his eyes, but he held back.

“Am I one of those layers?”

He smiled and nudged her chin with a curled finger, a platonic gesture, a confirmation he wouldn’t pursue her even though he claimed to want her. She wouldn’t have it. Just being in his trailer had her pent up, all those orgasmic feelings from last night rushing back.

“I have a private bathroom with a shower, here in my trailer. You can use it until you get things sorted out at your place.”

A wicked idea sparked in her head. Would he be able to resist her naked and wet? Surely the big, strong foreman had some weaknesses. “Can you stay here while I use it? It’ll make me feel safer.”

“Sure. There are towels in the lower cupboard.” He sat on the sofa, reclining back comfortably.

* * * *

How much willpower did she give him credit for? He could hear the water running over her body, imagine her lush curves, and soft skin. Should he give in to his desires? Add more complications to his life? Garret wanted to devote all his energy to a mate when the time came. It wouldn’t be fair to Cassie to entangle her in his life right now.

Matthew had to be a priority. The other pack members seemed to give up hope weeks ago, but he wouldn’t stop searching until he knew the truth or found him, dead or alive. He’d been a misfit, trying to blend unsuccessfully in the human world until he came to Climax and found Garret so many years ago. Matthew would have adored Cassie, loved to bond with her to give him a sense of family beyond the pack. But only the gods knew what had happened to him.

The door to the bathroom opened a while later, the humid steam escaping. Cassie stood in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her body, her hair heavy down her back.

“Can you help me?”

He cautiously rose from the sofa and made his way over to her. Once he was within her reach, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the cramped bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing?”

“Can you help me with my hair. I’ve gone too long and it’s full of tangles.” She stood with her back to him, holding a brush in her outstretched arm. He took it from her, hooking the mass of dark hair in his free hand. Garret had never brushed a woman’s hair, or behaved himself when so close to a nearly naked one. His resolve was slipping by the minute.

“This isn’t a good idea, Cassie. Maybe you should let Travis or Patrick do this for you.”

“But I want you to do it,” she said, spinning around. She rested her forearms on his chest, playing with the small buttons.

Cassie was a little siren. He could smell her need, hear her heart pattering like a rabbit’s feet. “I shouldn’t…” His cock responded, his craving battling with his common sense.

She let her towel slip to her feet—her moist, naked body pressed up against the rough material of his thick vest. Cassie looked up at him with those big, ocean-blue eyes. They portrayed a mix of need and caution. She was afraid he’d reject her? If only she knew how weak she made him, how desperately he wanted to enjoy her as his pack had.

“Please.”
Her pleading snapped the fragile hold he had over his beast. His wolf howled within him, demanding he claim her, love her, fuck her. What harm could one encounter have? She didn’t appear distraught about last night after spending it with three of his men. As much as he should bolt out of the trailer while he could, he didn’t. Instead he ducked down, scooped each of her bare thighs in his hands and hoisted her up against the back of the door, slamming her in place. He fiddled with his belt and zipper. “You may just regret pushing me this far, little lamb.” His fucking fangs broke through his gumline, proving how pathetic he was with this particular female.

He found his mark easily, Cassie’s body moist and supple. Holding his cock by the root, he thrust deep, rougher than he’d wanted to be. For the past three days he’d had a hard-on for her, but kept rationalizing why he should back off. All that pent-up desire came out in a violent rush as he fucked her hard and mercilessly against the door.

“Yes,” she cried, her arms wrapped so tight around his neck he could barely breathe. Her pussy hugged his cock in a hot, snug embrace. He never wanted to finish, so kept thrusting until he didn’t have the power to continue.

“You’re a fucking little tease, Cassie. You should be punished for tempting me like this.” His voice came out in broken fragments as he pounded into her, his hips forcing her higher against the door with each thrust. Gods, she felt good. He’d love to have time to savor her properly, spank her little white ass until it was branded red.

“Garret,” she sighed. “Don’t stop.” Her breathing was erratic. She’d come soon, and he couldn’t wait to feel her cunt claiming him, milking every last drop of his seed out of his cock.

His lips brushed her neck, his fangs fully extended. How easy it would be to sink his teeth into that lovely, ivory plane, taste her blood, mark her as his. But sex was one thing. He’d already crossed the line today, marking her would bond them forever. Surely he had a speck of decency left to leave her unbitten. She didn’t know what she’d be getting into. Mating with one was to mate with the entire pack. Cassie didn’t even have a clue about their wolfen heritage. He wanted her to be able to make an informed decision about the rest of her life.

Fighting what his wolf wanted took all his strength and focus. He slammed into her again, bringing her to a gasping orgasm. “Garret!” she cried. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, her head tossed back as her pussy spasmed around his cock. It was even better than he’d imagined. When his own release came barrelling to the surface, he punched a hole through the door to spend his aggression. The stab of pain stifled the demands of his wolf and allowed him to fight the need to mark her.

He growled as he filled her, the temporary bliss filtering through his veins. One thing was for certain—she was his now, mind, body, and soul. The love bite had to wait, but it was inevitable.

Chapter Eight

Travis and Patrick dropped Cassidy off at the mine, and then headed out to her cabin. There was still time until their shift started at Gregor Mining, and they wanted to take an inventory of what needed to be done at her cabin. It was a work day, so they’d be able to order the supplies needed to bring her house up to code.

“Can you believe Evan last night?” said Patrick, his arm leaning out the open window. His laugh was contagious. “I didn’t even hear him take off this morning. Poor bastard.”

“I’ve never seen him so intense. If Garret doesn’t make a move on Cassidy soon, I could see him going rogue just to have her.”

“Nah, not Evan. He’s just feeling the lure of the new girl. It’ll pass.”

Travis wasn’t so sure. He’d felt something last night, but dared not share that with Patrick. His pack mate would laugh him out of Climax for falling victim to a woman after only one night of sex. He’d never understand the deep-seated emotions Cassidy was able to unleash in him with just a look, a touch, a taste. Surely it was just the full moon playing tricks on him. Travis was a playboy for life. If Garret ever brought a woman on board, he was sure his life would begin a downward spiral. He unrolled his window, leaning his elbow out. The cool morning air blew through his hair, the scent of earth and pine filling his lungs.

“What did you think of her,” he finally asked. At least he knew Evan was affected in some strange way, maybe Garret too if he sent her to them in the first place. Or maybe he was testing their loyalty to the pack.

Patrick adjusted his toque. “She’s a beauty, no doubt about that.”

“And?”

“Doesn’t really matter what I think. I’m not the alpha.”

Right. No sense allowing themselves to become emotionally invested in a woman that they couldn’t claim. It was up to Garret to make the choice for them.

As soon as he stepped out into the hushed forest surrounding Cassidy’s cabin, his hackles went up. “You smell that?”

Patrick’s usual humor vanished, leaving his face stoic and guarded. He stripped off his jacket and jeans before leaping forward, shifting into his red wolf. Fur replaced skin, and his bones morphed before his paws hit the ground. Patrick shook out his fur and then bounded off into the forest. His friend had scented it, too, an unfamiliar scent, a territorial threat.

Travis stepped up on the old wooden porch with caution. Someone had definitely been here during the night. There was a piece of paper on the door. He snatched it down and read it, leaning against the banister.

I’ve found you, Cassidy. I’ll always find you. But where are you?

He crumbled the paper in his fist, the weight of his jaw nearly cracking his teeth. Who the fuck wanted to find her? Who was she hiding from? It didn’t make sense for a beautiful woman to isolate herself in Climax. There was nothing here, and he should know. At times the remoteness was enough to drive even a wolf-shifter to lunacy.

Travis was still frozen in place when Patrick came dashing out of the underbrush, a growl beginning his shift back to his skin. He brushed his red hair off his forehead, breathless, and somber. “Someone was here last night. I don’t recognize the scent, but I don’t like it.”

“A male?”

“One male.”

Travis tossed him the crumpled note. Patrick caught it in a fist and unravelled the paper. “What’s this?”

“It was on the door. What do you make of it?”

He was quiet for a minute. “A stalker? I’d like to see him get his filthy paws on her in our protection.”

“What if she was here last night?” The thought was sobering. No way could they let her out of their sights now. “Could it be one of the Rockford wolves?”

“We have to talk with Garret. Forget the renovations.”

Patrick grabbed his clothes off the ground and danced into his jeans. Travis was never in such a rush to get to work.

* * * *

Cassidy felt victorious. Garret had finally given her what she wanted, and she wasn’t dissatisfied. He was a brutal, masterful lover. His cock was impressive, filling her until she was sure there wasn’t a single cell in her cunt not being rubbed raw by that enormous erection.

He set her back on her feet, and she felt the broken pieces of wood on the tiled floor. She looked down and then back up at the door.

“How did you manage that?” she asked. There was a hole in the door, not much smaller than her head. Garret looked strong, but he’d just torn through a wooden door like a piece of paper. She hadn’t even heard the wood splinter, so enraptured by his lovemaking.

“That’s what you do to me. Did I hurt you at all?”

“Only in a very good way.” Her body still hummed, warm and tingly from her orgasm.

He bent down and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her still-trembling body. “Come on. I still have to brush your hair.” Garret sat on the sofa just outside the door, opening his legs to give her space in front of him. She molded herself between his thighs, the denim slightly scratching the sides of her bare legs.

He started at the root, brushing down in long, smooth stokes. She was surprised how gentle he could be when he had such power locked up inside him.

“Does it ever get lonely living way out here?” she asked, her eyes closed, relishing Garret’s gentle detangling of her hair.

“Don’t tell me the isolation is getting to you already?”

“I haven’t been alone enough yet to be lonely.”
Why won’t he open up to me?
“Don’t you ever think about things like marriage?”

“Work keeps me busy. A couple men on my crew are married, though.” Her heart clenched. If she found out Travis, Patrick, or Evan was married she’d die. Garret chuckled, clearly sensing her concern. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t send you to a married man for the night. Some things are still sacred to me.”

So he valued marriage, which was a good sign. She just wondered how they could go year after year without the urge to connect with the opposite sex, no wives, no girlfriends. Was there something inherently wrong with the miners at Gregor Mining?

“Your hair smells sweet, Cassie.” He inhaled as he held her hair to the side. His lips kissed behind her ear, then her neck. “Be patient with me,” he whispered as he continued to pepper kisses on her damp skin.

The door burst open as she floated away from reality. “Garret!” Travis and Patrick shoved their way in to the small trailer.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” said Garret. He pulled her back against his chest.

“It’s important,” said Travis. “We need to talk with you. Alone.”

“I’ll go,” she said.