Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (15 page)

Damon kissed her back, wiping all doubts from her mind as he helped her move over to straddle his lap. Caroline could hear Devin’s growl as he watched the two of them making out next to him. She basked in their desire, knowing that they were as horny for her as she was for them.

Knowing Devin watched her turned her on, and she pushed her jeans and panties off of her legs. She moved over Damon, and pulled his cock from his jeans. He was hard as a post and dripped pre-cum all over her hand. She didn’t hesitate to impale herself on him, and he groaned loudly.

“Fuck, beautiful! You are so wet and hot, and you feel so damn good. Slow down or this will be over too fast!” She preened at his words, and threw her head back so that he could kiss along her neck and breasts as she rode him like an expert cowgirl. Her thighs gripped his hips tightly, and her Kegel muscles milked his cock. He pounded into her, triggering her to scream out an orgasm as he bit her hard nipple. As the wave of passion swamped her, he let go and released his seed into her womb. She collapsed against him, gasping at the intensity of the orgasm, and trying to get her head to quit spinning.

She looked over at Devin who drove, stoically looking at the road. He looked so tense that she almost giggled. He must have enjoyed the show judging by the bulge under his zipper. Before she could question herself, she moved off of Damon, and crouched on the seat with her head next to Devin’s lap. She reached out and unzipped his mammoth rod, wrapping her fingers around him tightly. She was turned on to see that her fingers didn’t quite meet around his thickness.

“Wow, sugar, what are you doing? We’re almost home, and I have to get us there in one piece.” She could hear his words, but she didn’t care what he said. She knew what she wanted, and she wouldn’t stop until she had it. She wanted her Alpha wolf to lose control. She needed him to let go of control and want her as much as she wanted him.

She ran her tongue around his red, throbbing cock head, and licked from his balls to the crown, tasting his seed. He was smoky and salty, and made her hotter than hell. She pulled him deep into her mouth, and started bobbing up and down on his cock. Her tongue tickled the spot where his crown met his shaft every time she pulled back, and he hit the back of her tonsils every time she pushed forward. He was groaning, and desperately trying to get them home quickly.

Caroline could feel Damon’s hands on her naked ass, and her dripping cunt as she worked Devin’s hard-on over. She pushed back against his fingers, and he stroked her from clit to anus, and back. Devin wrapped one hand in her loose hair after tossing her new hat to the floor, and forced her to swallow him deeper.

She focused on breathing through her nose, and she felt his length slip a little farther down her throat. Pleased with his growl, she did it again. She ran her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls. It was just enough to push him over the edge, and he pumped her mouth full of cum. She swallowed every drop and licked him clean. Then she sat up and grinned at him.

“Sugar, if that’s the reward we get for taking you out, then prepare to have an active social life.” His breathing was rough and fast as he struggled to park the truck in their driveway. After pulling the keys from the ignition, he grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her against him to kiss her deeply. “Now get your sexy ass in the house. I need to fuck you.”

She laughed, and jerking her jeans up her legs, she jumped out of the truck, grateful that Damon kept his hands at her hips to steady her. Her legs were shaking she was so turned on, and she wasn’t sure she could walk all the way to the bedroom. Damon must have sensed her hesitation because he swung her up into his arms, and smiled possessively as she put both arms around his neck. He carried her up to the house behind Devin, but they were all stopped dead in their tracks at the sight that greeted them when he opened the door.

The house had been ransacked, and it looked like absolutely nothing had been left untouched. The kitchen cabinets were emptied all over the counters and floors, and they stood open. Packages of food had been ripped open and left scattered. The poker table lay on its side with one leg broken, and even the couch cushions had been ripped open. The large screen TV lay facedown on the floor, and the pieces of plastic around it indicated that it had probably been intentionally broken. The curtains hung in a torn jumble from a broken curtain rod, and the mirror directly in front of the front door had been smashed. It held the distinct imprint of a fist amidst the spiderweb of cracked glass. She smelled a musty, sour smell that was so over powering she felt the urge to retch.

Damon set her down on her feet, and pushed her behind him as Devin put his fingers to his lips to keep them quiet. The two men moved silently throughout the house, checking that no one was still in it. She couldn’t hear even the whisper of movement as they checked every crevice of the house for lurking intruders. Once they were assured the house was empty, they regrouped in the doorway where Caroline stood stunned. She wanted to cry, or scream, or something, but all she could do was stare blankly at the disaster around her.

“Come on, Caroline, let’s go back outside.” Damon’s voice wasn’t much louder than a whisper as he hugged her tightly and then nudged her back out the door to sit on the pretty iron bench on the porch.

Devin pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and paced back and forth on the lawn while he talked. She heard him tell someone what they had just found, and after a short three-part conversation between him, the person he called, and Damon, the two men led her back to the waiting truck where Damon buckled her into the passenger seat. He placed her forgotten hat on her head, and gently kissed her lips.

“Devin is going to take you away from here, and I’m going to wait for the guys. We’re going to find out what happened and clean up the mess before we bring you back here. I wish I could go with you to introduce you to the rest of the pack, but I need to stay here. I love you, Caroline.” Her shock became even more defined as she whispered back to him.

“I love you, Damon. Stay safe, and hurry your ass up. I want you with me.” He grinned at her and shut her door. Then he watched them leave with a brief wave.

They drove in silence for about fifteen minutes as Caroline tried to swallow her shock and think clearly again.

“Devin, who would do that to your house?” she asked, watching his face for his reaction to her question.

“Barton Diego,” he said.

“How do you know it was him?” she responded, watching his reaction closely.

“The smell. His scent was all over the room, and he wanted us to know he had been there.” His jaw clenched and unclenched with barely contained rage.

“But
why
?”

“He probably showed up at the house looking for me, and when I wasn’t there, he got pissed.” He paused and looked over at her. “Sugar, don’t freak out, but now he knows about you. Our mating scent is all over that house, and he will make the connection and know I have found my mate. I believe he will come after you and try to find a way to use you to weaken me before he challenges me.”

“Stupid man. Doesn’t he know you don’t fuck with an Alpha’s mate?” She smiled shakily at him, and he smiled a much more relaxed smile back at her response. He reached over and grabbed her knee to pull her across the seat to him.

“Come here, sugar. I need you close.” She snuggled under his arm, and inhaled his smoky cedar scent.

After a few more moments she asked, “So where are we going, Devin?”

“Home, Caroline. We are going to the pack den, where I know you will be safe.” He didn’t look at her ask he spoke, and she felt her nerves tighten in her belly into a ball.

They were going to the den, which meant she was going to have to meet his entire family, and she would be surrounded by werewolves
. Oh my god, this night started out so good. I can’t believe it could turn out so screwed up.
Her thoughts were jumbled, and her nerves were growing.

They were outside of Kansas City now, and the dark outside the windows was oppressive as she considered how his family would react to a woman he had only known for days. What if they hated her?

They won’t hate you, beautiful. They will love you because we love you, trust us.

Damon’s words warmed her. He always seems to know what to say to calm my nerves, Caroline thought and relaxed back into the seat cuddled under Devin’s strong arm.

* * * *

Devin smiled at his twin’s input. The mating bond was growing quickly if Caroline could hear Damon from this distance, and that pleased him immensely. He needed her like he needed air in his lungs, and soon he hoped she would be ready to claim them like they had claimed her.

He kept her pressed against him for her sake, as well as his own. Seeing his house torn apart didn’t scare him, but it sure as hell pissed him off. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep his wolf under control. Him changing into a pissed-off wolf in front of Caroline when she was in so much shock already wouldn’t be a great idea.

He knew that Damon and his cousins would take care of the house, but he had no idea how they were going to find Barton. He hated waiting for bad things to happen. He was usually focused on preventing bad things from happening if he could, but this fight was inevitable. Barton had threatened Devin’s status multiple times in words and actions, and now it seemed he finally had balls enough to challenge him properly. Devin had no fear of losing to the wolf, but he was scared for Caroline. If something went wrong and Barton got to her, or if something happened to him…he couldn’t bear to think what the result would be.

Devin thought back to when he was a kid in Memphis at the Eastern US Pack School. His father had forced both him and Damon to go to school for the required two years to learn the standard pack etiquette of Alpha males. Damon had resisted loudly, complaining that he didn’t need schooling when he had Devin around to be the Alpha of the pack. His father had insisted, just in case anything was to happen to Devin, it would be up to Damon to fill his shoes.

They were educated on everything from how pack law was created and worked, to how each of the eight individual packs in the United States had come into existence. Werewolves had been around for thousands of years, but they still kept their true forms secret from humans. To announce to a human that they had a wolf living next door to them usually brought about a terrible result, so it was easier to just keep their true selves secret.

They were taught about packs that existed in other countries, and had even had an exchange program for wolves who wanted to branch out and see the world. Outside of their animalistic tendencies it was exactly what you might expect from a secondary education boarding school. Devin and Damon had made lasting friendships with members of the various packs around the country. Unfortunately only one particular pack stood out as refusing to be a part of the standard culture of the wolf community. The Diego Pack had long been the outcast of the eight wolf packs that dotted the United States, and there were plenty of rumors of violence and debauchery on behalf of them.

The feud between Barton Diego, who was heir to the Diego Pack, and himself had started in Memphis, although Devin really couldn’t pinpoint exactly when our how it started. There was always plenty of competition between the two Alpha males as well as a lot of trash talking. Devin was quick to interfere when Barton started bullying someone, and Barton chafed at the interference. Their rivalry culminated on their graduation day when Devin was elected Supreme Alpha of their class by a majority vote, and Barton was the runner up. Barton had relished telling his peers about his lineage and that his own father, and grandfather had both been voted Supreme Alpha during their years at pack school. Unfortunately for Barton, he was extremely arrogant, and his selfish ways grated on his fellow students’ nerves. Devin had always been a strong leader at the school, he excelled in sports, made friends easily, and he was one of the top students in his studies. Barton took it personally when Devin beat him at this one contest. Barton had believed that he had the contest won already, and Devin topping him drove him crazy.

More recently there had been several wolves that had defected from the Diego pack, and joined the Gray pack. Devin had given much thought to the problems that it could cause if he took on members from his old nemesis’s pack, but after hearing some of the cruel bullying tactics that Barton was using, he acquiesced. One young female wolf had reached them, bloody and broken, after escaping an attempted rape by Barton’s beta wolf, Rolando. She had told them that Barton encouraged his beta to find a female he wanted, and not stop until she was well mated. Her tale of Barton drinking beer with the other male wolves while she was in the next room being viciously beaten boiled Devin’s blood. He looked forward to sinking his fangs into Barton’s tough hide and avenging her particularly.

This would likely be a fight to the death because the alternative was unbearable. Worst-case scenario, he lost and wasn’t killed, so he had to watch a mutt like Barton take over his pack, but he couldn’t think that way right now. He had to focus on Caroline, and introducing her to his family would definitely take his mind off of the dangers surrounding them.

He held her close, enjoying the skittering of his flesh as her fingers drew patterns on his upper thigh. She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, and Devin didn’t want to invade her privacy so he resisted the urge to listen in. She was so warm, and welcoming to his friends. He loved how accepting she was of them, and how easily she seemed to be fitting into their lives. He prayed that she would be just as loving and accepting with the rest of his pack. The pack would accept her because of what she was to him, but he wouldn’t be able have peace if she didn’t accept them and their culture. No matter how much love he saw in her eyes, he couldn’t help but see the fear and sadness, too. She was still reeling from all of the trauma she had faced in the last few days, and he was afraid when the dust settled, she would turn tail and run. Shaking off his feelings of dread, he redirected his thoughts to what was happening in town.