Fire of the Wolf [The Gray Pack] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (20 page)

“Well, now what?” she asked and planted her hands on her rounded hips, cocking them to one side in irritation.

“I get you all to myself, beautiful, and I can’t wait to play with you until you beg for me to let you come.” His voice was low so that no one but her could have heard him, and she felt her cheeks flush with the heat. She reached out with one hand to take his, and he pulled her along behind him.

To her surprise, Damon led her past the main cabin along a footpath for a few minutes, going deeper into the forest. This part of the forest was cooler, and darker, and it smelled so fresh. The path they were on became rocky and a bit more overgrown, and she looked up to see Damon in front of her pulling the branches of a bush out of the way for her. He must know where he’s going, she thought to herself. As she moved through another opening he made for her, she gasped. The clearing in front of them was painfully beautiful. There was small creek that meandered through this hideaway in the woods, and it widened into a decent-sized pool of water in a crescent shape. The pool looked to be deep enough to sink into, and there was a large flat rock perched at the edge. In her mind she could already feel the cold stone on the back of her thighs and knew what the cool water would feel like if she sank her feet in. There were tall trees surrounding the spot on all four sides, and just the whisper of sunlight fell on a thick patch of clovers along the bank of the creek. It was romantic, secluded, and she could feel the magic of the space. Her eyes met Damon’s, and she felt her heart swelling with the love she saw reflected in his eyes.

“Do you like it?” he whispered as he moved up against her, and tipped her head back so that she could look up into his eyes.

“I love it! This place is amazing! Thank you so much for sharing it with me!” she whispered back. Even though she knew that they were completely alone and no one would hear her words, it just seemed like this space was a space for quiet reflection and intimate passions.

Damon silently walked her over to the large stone and began removing their clothes. He spread his own shirt out on top of the rock, moving her gently until she lay on her back on it. She stretched out, enjoying the fire in his eyes as he devoured the sight of her naked body in the shadows of the trees. She felt feminine and sexy under his hot gaze. Her nipples pebbled and ached with need. She ran her finger nails gently over the peaks, hearing her own husky moan, and he quickly spread himself over her prone form, replacing her hands with his own on her breasts. His face was taut with need, and he kissed her gently before his hands started to explore her body. His stiff erection brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, and they both groaned.

“Damon, oh God…” she whimpered at him, and he lifted his head. Her hands reached out to hold him, and she tangled her fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers drifted over his broad shoulders, memorizing every curve and taut muscle. She loved touching him and feeling the passionate ripples of his muscles as he moved. Sliding her arms around him to explore the bunched muscles of his shoulders and lower back, she wanted him so much she could barely catch her breath.

“Shhhh…let me love you, Caroline. I want to love you.” His voice rumbled through, melting her to the bone.

His open-mouthed kiss was loving and intoxicating. Drawing on her tongue hard, and then reversing the move with his own tongue, he imitated the thrusting that she desperately craved. She let her head fall back as his lips lavished kisses down the column of her throat. His fingers danced over every secret her body held until she arched up against him. He pressed his palm against her mound and slid his finger through her creamy slit, using her own wetness to slip his finger farther between the soft swells of her ass to her rosebud. She squealed as he let the tip of his finger press into the tight ring of muscles before he moved his fingers back to her aching clit. She pressed her hard pink nipple against his cheek until he sucked it into his mouth and used his lips to pull her toward him. When he let go, it fell from his mouth with a loud popping sound. The other nipple was next, but this one he nipped with his teeth, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. His fingers never stopped fluttering softly at her folds, but he wasn’t penetrating her yet, and she was starting to burn for an orgasm.

She rocked her hips up against his muscular stomach, and felt the tip of his hard cock brush her ass cheeks. She shivered with need as she threaded her fingers deeper into his hair and held him tight against her breast. He slid one finger deep into her cleft and used his thumb to softly tease her ass. She moaned, and her breathing became rough pants as he teased her to the brink. Just as she felt the edge of her orgasm start, he pulled his hand away from her and sat up so that he could look at her face. He was grinning devilishly as she glared back at him.

“What are you doing?” She panted, her frustration clearly evident in her voice.

“Not yet, beautiful. I don’t want you just moaning. I want you screaming my name when you come.” He proceeded to pull her dainty foot up to his mouth and plant a kiss on the arch. She hadn’t realized how sensitive her feet were, and couldn’t hold back her groans as his soft kisses moved up her ankle and calf. He spent several moments at the back of her knee when it caused her to make soft mewling sounds. Just when she thought she was going to die with need, he moved his mouth right where she wanted it. His tongue slid through her hot cream, and stroked her swollen clit. She cried out, and gasped for breath as she locked her ankles behind his head and grabbed her breasts, pinching her own nipples tightly. Her cries weren’t words, but the sound sent the message.

“That’s it, Caroline, tell me what you want. I love tasting your pussy.” He purred the words against her softness, and she could feel his hot breath caressing her vibrating pearl. His fingers skimmed over her rosebud, and then gently caressed the globes of her ass as his tongue tickled her clit. She writhed hard against him, trying to reach for her peak, but every time she would get close, he would pull back a little.

“Please, Damon, I need you. Stop teasing me, and fuck me! Please!” She was whimpering with desire now as she tried to guide him back up her body by tugging at his hair, and shoulders.

“Your wish is my command, beautiful,” he said, lifting himself above her to thrust his thickness balls deep into her. She could feel him against her womb, and she screamed out loud with pleasure. His eyes darkened to almost black at her obvious pleasure, and he began to thrust into her hard. His hands gripped her hips tightly, and her hands wrapped around his wrists to hold him close. Her soft thighs locked at his waist, and her breasts bounced with every thrust he made. He tilted his hips so that the head of his dick rubbed right against her G-spot, stroking her until she squealed and whimpered.

“That’s it. Come on, beautiful. Come for me. Now!” His gasping words were barely clear in her brain as he pushed into her. Her orgasm burst in her brain like fireworks, and her vision dimmed. She felt an electric shock roll through her as his seed splashed deep inside her body, and she bit down on his shoulder as she shattered into pieces. The internal fire consumed her at the taste of his blood on her tongue, and she was lost. She drifted into darkness with a feminine, satisfied smile on her face.

* * * *

Damon lifted his head a few moments later when he realized Caroline’s breathing had evened out, and he almost laughed out loud at his sleeping mate. She had finally claimed him, and his heart soared. The mating bond between the three of them was complete. Devin had shown him the mark that he now carried from their lovemaking this morning, and Damon had been inexplicably jealous, but now he was elated. As he watched her sleep, he wondered if she really understood what the bite meant when she did it, and he finally decided that he didn’t really care. She loved them, and they loved her, and she wasn’t going anywhere.

He pulled away from her and spread her shirt over her as a blanket. Even though this clearing was secluded and few people knew it was here, he didn’t think she would be too happy if someone found her naked and spread out on a rock. Then he dropped into the pool as quietly as he could. He washed the sweat and semen from his body and then just drifted in the pool on his back, enjoying the sounds of the woods.

As he floated in the water, his mind wasn’t far from his beautiful mate. She had brought him so much happiness and peace in his life. He wished he knew how to express that to her. When he held her in his arms that first time in the middle of a blazing fire and a collapsing building, he had felt her in his soul. Her scent reached deep inside of him and gripped him tightly, refusing to let go.

All of his life he had been second to Devin, but only because of a five minute gap in their births. He had wondered many times at the irony of those five minutes. How would his life have been different if it had been him and not Devin first? Not that it would have changed who he was mated to, but until today he had doubted whether or not she shared the same strong feelings for him that she had for Devin. With that one moment and that one bite, she had bared her soul to him, and he knew that he could never let her go.

He thought about the tournament tomorrow night, and he knew that if Devin were killed, it would mean that Damon would have to challenge Barton Diego himself. He couldn’t let that wolf get ahold of Caroline, or the Gray Pack, even if it meant risking his life after watching his brother sacrifice his. How would Caroline feel if he were forced to make that choice? There was no doubt in his mind that she would die shortly of a broken heart if they were not successful in this challenge. She was too closely bonded to them now, and she didn’t even really understand it. He had to believe that Devin would win and that Barton would be gone from their lives forever.

Surely, Delaky could help them explain more to her, and help her to understand that she had already made her final decision to bond with them, even if it was subconscious. He couldn’t wait to marry Caroline, and be able to call her wife. He could picture her now coming down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. It amazed him how quickly everything in his life had changed. He was mated now, and so thoroughly besotted with his mate that he didn’t stop thinking about her for even a moment during the day. The moment she had spoken to the pack was the proudest he had ever been, and he could only hope that she would be as proud to call him husband.

He climbed out of the water when he could smell that sunset was approaching and the shadows in the forest were lengthening, moving to wake Caroline. She stretched and arched her back as she woke, and he enjoyed the private smile she gave him when she finally met his eyes. He kissed her softly, and then started to put his clothing back on. As he stood in front of her pulling his jeans on, she stared at the claiming bite mark that branded his shoulder.

“Damon? Did I bite you?” she asked tentatively, her eyes were wide with trepidation, and he smiled at her.

“Yep, and you couldn’t have made me happier, beautiful.” He bent and kissed her forehead.

“Oh.” She paused and looked away. He usually loved watching her emotions flitting across her face, but this time he realized that silent tears were falling from her cheeks. He quickly dropped to his knees next to her, lifting her face until she had to look into his eyes.

“What is it, Caroline? What’s wrong? You didn’t hurt me, baby, you did just what you should do.” He couldn’t keep his heart from breaking as he saw the sadness in her eyes. “Why are you so sad, beautiful?”

What is wrong with our mate?

Damon ignored Devin’s question as he waited for her response. He couldn’t answer because he didn’t know, but just like Devin he could feel her withdrawal.

“Damon, I love you. I want to be what you and Devin need, but I just don’t think that I can.” She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, sobbing as she dropped her head to rest on them.

“Caroline, you are what we need. Why are you so scared to accept that?” He stroked her hair softly, unsure of what his next step should be. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, but her body language told him that she would pull away.

“I’m a regular person, Damon. I’m a nurse at the hospital in town. I work twelve-hour shifts, and then I go home and put on comfy pajamas and fix a microwave dinner before I settle onto the couch and watch television. I babysit for my next-door neighbor because I’m lonely, and I volunteer occasionally at the local library for story time because I love children.” She jumped up from the rock, quickly pulling her clothes on, and started to pace as she ranted. She was finally letting out all of her fears, and he needed to hear them. “In my normal life I don’t go out dancing, and I don’t like to be in front of crowds. I’m not royal, and I’m not sure I can be. I don’t want any of us to get hurt, but I can’t walk away from everything I know and spend every day waiting for you or Devin to pop into the house for a quick fuck before heading back to the firehouse.”

* * * *

A loud growl sounded at her last statement, and she spun around to see Devin coming into the clearing looking pissed off. He was so large, and when he was angry, he looked dangerous and deadly. She shrank back for a moment before remembering why she had been upset. She tilted her chin up at him, and her eyes squinted in anger. She wasn’t going to be bullied or seduced into submission this time.

“What the hell are you talking about? Why would you think that we wanted to use you for a quick fuck? Haven’t we made it clear that we want to keep you forever? We don’t want a love slave, damn it, Caroline, we want a wife.” His face and eyes had darkened with anger, but he held his body with a tight control. He hadn’t moved more than a foot or two into the clearing, but his anger sent her heart racing.

“Who the hell is going to marry me, Devin? You or Damon? Exactly how am I going to list that on my emergency contact papers at the hospital where I work? Call one of my
two
husbands if I die? We wouldn’t ever be able to live our lives out in the open again. I would always be afraid that people would be judging us.” Her voice was full of sorrow. Damon stood and moved toward her with his hands out.