Slater's Enchanting Mate, Iron Wolves MC 4 (9 page)

“You need help in there, holler. We’ll hear.” Kellen released his hand, moving to begin the cleanup.

All around the hall, pandemonium was breaking out, only it was contained. He held his mate’s hand as they entered. She was now officially the heir to the pack, and he wondered if she’d want to stay or go. The town was quaint, but he didn’t feel at home or welcome. What the hell was up with all the blond men and blonde women? For fucksake, you’d think they bought stock in hair dye.

LeeLee waved her hand, the shield allowing the fighting group who were leaning against it to fall.

Silence descended, and then the alpha stepped forward, his mate behind him.

“I apologize for the wrongs that were done to you, LeeLee. I have spoken with your mother, and you are welcome as one of our pack.”

Her mother wouldn’t meet her eyes.

LeeLee snorted. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t even know if he had a job, yet he couldn’t fathom the thought of living with these shifters.

The woman named RozLee, he wouldn’t call her his mate’s mother, moved next to her mate. Sorrow burned in her gaze. “I don’t know what was wrong with me. I couldn’t wait for you to be born, then within a year, something happened.”

Whispered words floated into her mind. The Goddess showed them the truth of how Greta had showed up and slowly poisoned their minds, taking little bits of them in order to stay youthful. Her ultimate goal was to take LeeLee all along, but her father had broken from her thrall that fateful day, leaving her mother a shell. Greta was able to use her as a puppet. Slater felt a twinge of sorrow for the woman, but his loyalty lay with his mate.

“I understand, but you will always have a home here,” Alaric said, holding his hand out to Slater. With one arm around his mate, he shook it, feeling the strength in the older man’s grip.

“Sorry we can’t stay and help clean up, but we need to return home.” Zayn flashed a bright smile.

“We have some friends starting a fire out in the field unless you have a way of taking care of things.” Niall looked at the other alpha.

Slater listened with half an ear while wolves were ordered around as part of the cleanup process.

Jett laughed, and Slater swore several young girls sighed. The man’s mate would rip their throats out, which the big man knew. He turned his dark gaze toward Slater and winked.

RozLee reached out a hand. LeeLee stilled, her nails digging into his forearm. “I can’t forgive you right now. Someday, but not yet.”

The older woman nodded, tears welling in her eyes.

“Get me out of here, please.” The plea was his undoing. He looked around wildly, wishing one of the Fey were around.

He wrapped his arm around her and began walking back toward the door, and then they were no longer there. Blinking, he looked around, trying to figure out where they were.

The hotel room came into view.

“Did you do that?” He asked her.

A frown marred her face. “I don’t know. I just wished us away. I don’t know if I like this ability. Goddess touched might not be so cool.”

He touched his thumbs beneath both her eyes, drying the wetness. “Hmm, it could be cool. We want to go to Maui. You blink, and bam, we are there.”

A nod was his answer.

“I don’t want to think of anything right now, except making love to you. We could have lost everything.” She stroked her hand down his chest.

“LeeLee…” He tried to protest before a low moan was wretched from him when her hand continued to the fly of his jeans, caressing him through the denim. His head fell back, eyes rolling back as she squeezed him. He was already needing release and she hadn’t even touched his bare flesh.

“Need you naked.” Desire burned in her blue eyes.

He wasted no time tugging his clothes off, watching her do the same with hers. The silky pieces of lace, her final barrier too much for him. “Everything, LeeLee. Take it off before I rip it off.”

Her hips rolled as she stepped out of the panties.

She looked at him. “You are built so beautifully.” Her hand reached out, touching the slit on the end of his cock and spreading the fluid over the head. He watched as she lifted her thumb, and sucked his essence into her mouth.

“Mmm, you taste delicious.” She slid to her knees until her lips hovered over his erection, her tongue popped out, teasing the end. “Like honey and ambrosia. Sweet and salty mixed together,” she hummed around the end, nearly making him mindless.

Before he could make a fool of himself, he fisted his hand in her glorious locks, giving a little tug, bringing her to her feet. Holding her eyes, he lifted her up in his arms. “Bed first. I want to slide between your thighs and claim you with my cock inside you. I want to feel your heat surround me, feel your body squeeze mine while you come. I need to know you’re alive and well.”

His dick was so hard, the purple plum shaped head looked even larger than he’d ever seen it. He wasn’t sure if it was the battle, or the fear of almost losing his mate.

Laying LeeLee in the middle of the bed, he climbed next to her, running his hand over her soft skin. The now smooth, unblemished skin.

With a shaking hand she reached out, her teeth sunk firmly into her bottom lip while she traced the heavy veins up and down his length. It was an act of major willpower for him to allow her to explore him for a few minutes, but he let her, his dick twitching with every soft pass.

LeeLee stared up at the sound of his low growl, loving the feel of his hard flesh beneath her palm. It amazed her, the fact such a hard thing was such a giver of pleasure. Her body heated with the thoughts of what was to come. He was perfect. Huge, yet she knew he was made for her.

His shuddering breath had her gaze jumping to his. “Am I hurting you?”

“Hurts so good.” A broad finger began tracing her body, tweaking her nipples, making her arch off the bed.

His hand went lower, lightly tickling over her belly, then delving between her thighs. She opened for him instantly, wanting to feel him filling her. He pressed one finger inside her, then another, making her moan. His lips covered hers, taking the sound into his mouth.

Thrusting her hips forward, her hand on his dick, they moved together. Her hand moving up and down, his in and out. Every inch of her body burned for his.

Slater removed his hand, rolling until he was on top of her, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “Love you so damn much.”

She smiled. “I know. So much it hurts. Why don’t you make it hurt so good then?”

With a groan he surged forward, his lips kissing hers while his body claimed hers. He set up a slow rhythm that drove her mad.

“Hurry.”

He chuckled, rotating his hips and hitting her clit with a light touch that had an electric charge rolling through her. “So impatient, my love. “

She wanted to feel him coming, wanted to have his essence deep within her. The urge was so strong, she growled. “Please.”

“Ah, my little wolf has sharp claws,” he crooned, driving inside faster.

Sliding her hand to the back of his head, she pulled him down for a kiss, loving his taste. Slowly, his undulating rhythm picked up. A moan rippled from the back of her throat as he lifted her thigh higher on his hip.

His tongue began moving in and out in the same pace as his cock, the movements mimicking one another. “Need you to come,” he growled against her lips.

A hand moved between their bodies, unerringly going for the little hardened bundle of nerves. He played her like a master magician, her body coming alive for him. His head bent and captured a nipple between his lips and she cried out. The overload of sensations sent her over the edge into rapture. Her fingernails raked down his sides, breaking his skin as her orgasm hit her and she came, shaking in ecstasy.

Before the waves settled, he started moving faster, pushing up onto his forearms and stared down at her. She held his gaze. She could see forever in his eyes, a soul deep connection that would always be with them that nothing, and nobody could break.

Wrapping both legs around his hips, she locked her ankles at his back, opening up to him further. Their bodies slapped together, the world fell away and it was just the two of them.

His canines appeared. She turned her head, needing him to claim her. His teeth grazed her neck, a slight sting and then he was biting down, his hands were everywhere, stroking her as his body claimed her, touching her soul with his. She screamed his name as she came, loving him even more as he growled her name.

As he released his hold on her neck and turned his for her, she wasted no time claiming him. The feel of his cock jerking inside her set off another mini climax.

Tears pooled in her eyes, their energies swirling and becoming one as they both went to the edge of the abyss and fell over it together. She knew as long as she was with Slater, she’d be fine.

“You are my soul, LeeLee. A feast for my eyes. You deserve a thousand times better than me. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to be the best man and wolf for you.”

He rolled them so she lay on his big chest. Her chin rested on his sternum. “It is I who is the lucky one. You’ve made me whole again.”

Kissing the top of her head, he took a deep breath. “You’re my enchanting wolf. I’ll always be a mangy wolf, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let you go.”

She had to bite her lip. Silly man. She was the lucky one.

“Just so we’re clear, we need to talk with Jennaveve about boundaries,” Slater yawned.

“
Yoohoo, are we done with the boinking yet?”

LeeLee giggled. “She did a mental knock first.”

“We are done…er, what can we do for you, Jenna?”
LeeLee owed the Fey her life, and would do just about anything to repay her.

“
Well, I just wanted to check in and make sure you were okay. Sorry I couldn’t help earlier. I’ll let you get back to the boinking, or as the Iron Wolves are always saying…practicing the making of babies. You’d think they’d know how to get r done by now. Talk to you later. Oh, and yes, if you think it, you can go there.”

“I don’t want to know what she’s talking about, do I?” LeeLee asked Slater.

He shook his head, then rolled them. “I think I can find better things to do with our time then try to figure out what the Fey was saying.

With the strength of her wolf, LeeLee pushed him onto his back, straddling his hips, she slowly took him into her. Loving the way he stretched her and filled her. “If this is practice, I think I want to do it a lot.”

His hands covered her breasts as she rode him, making her need rise fast and hard. She forgot everything and everyone else but them.

The End

“It’s okay, little guy,” Cora soothed, shoving down her fear for the little wolf caught in the illegal trap. The device had been hidden in a shallow crevice within a couple miles of her veterinary clinic. The way his wound was bleeding she knew, if she didn’t get him free, he’d likely die. Inching closer to him, Cora watched for signs of aggression. “I’m going to get you out of there, but you have to promise not to bite me, okay?”

She squatted down until her face was almost level with his. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Cora swore it looked like the little guy nodded. At least Cora hoped that was a nod of agreement. His tiny body shook and shuddered. She prayed she wasn’t mistaken.

After carefully looking over the contraption, she realized the jaws were meant for a much larger animal. Luckily for this wolf, his leg wasn’t clamped between the steel jaws, only grazed. He was still stuck with his larger paw locked on the inside of the obviously modified bear trap and had a nasty gash that needed tending, sooner rather than later.

What seemed liked hours later, Cora finally got the device forced opened. Sweat trickling down her temples stung her eyes. The wolf lay panting like he’d just ran for miles. His gaze seemed to convey that he trusted her. Although it looked as though the trap only grazed his leg, she still checked to make sure it wasn’t broken.

With a glance up at the darkening sky, Cora shrugged out of her jacket, leaving herself in only the yoga leggings and tank top she wore for her daily jog. South Dakota, during the day, could be warm, but as soon as the sun goes down, the temperatures drop dramatically. “Okay, little guy. I’m going to wrap you in my coat, and then I’m going to take you home with me.”

Matching actions to words, she gently lifted his body. As she went to place his front right paw inside the jacket, the wolf howled the most pitiful whine, breaking her heart.

“I know it hurts, but I…” Cora jerked back in shock when the wounded animal bit down on her arm.

Once the wolf wriggled out of her coat, Cora watched in amazement as he licked her wound. If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear he was apologizing, but thought that would be crazy. She gaped at him and scooted back a step or two, or three, until she stopped herself.

He whined again before trying to stand on his own, falling down when his front leg wouldn’t hold him up.

Ignoring her own injury, she grabbed up her jacket and wrapped it around his body, being sure to pay close attention to his bleeding leg. “I know you’re hurt, but try not to bite me again.” She tried to sound stern when inside she was scared.

The walk back to her clinic took twice as long as normal since she didn’t want to jar her patient any more than necessary. Every now and then his rough tongue would peek out and lick her arm. Although she was caught up on all her shots, she still worried about diseases from animals such as the wild wolf. At first glance she thought he was a baby wolf, now with him gathered in her arms and the couple of miles trek back to her home, she discovered he wasn’t so young.

“Goodness, you must weigh close to seventy pounds, big guy.”

Cora kept up a steady dialogue as she walked. When the clinic came into view, she nearly dropped to her knees in relief. Her arms shook under the stress of holding so much weight for such a long period of time. Normally, the hike would have taken her no time at all, but holding an injured animal that weighed almost as much as she did, the entire way was taxing, to say the least, not to mention the bite on her arm burned like fire.

She stopped outside the back door, adjusting her hold to punch in the code to unlock the back door, and, exhaling in relief, she murmured, “Thank you, technology.” Cora’s breathing was ragged by the time she made it inside.

Attached to the clinic was her small apartment, with a steel door separating the two spaces. Again, she punched in the code and then used her shoulder to enter the office area.

“Almost there, big guy. I’ll have you fixed up in no time.” Sweat poured down her chest, soaking her top. Cora ignored it all to focus on getting her patient fixed up. After she’d cleaned his wound, she found he had indeed broken his front leg, which was why he had probably bitten her when she moved him.

Thankful that her training kicked in to tend to the little wolf, when all she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and take a long nap, Cora placed the patched up wolf inside the padded kennel with a sense of relief. He whined when she attempted to lock the gate, his pain-filled gaze breaking her heart.

There were no other patients in the hospital area. She made the decision to leave the lock off, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake and headed to take a bath.

Cora wiped her hand across the fogged mirror and stared at her own pain-filled gaze. “How can one little bitty bite hurt so damn much?” She looked at the freshly cleaned wound for what seemed like the thousandth time and stuck a thermometer in her mouth and waited for the beep, promising herself if her temperature was too high, she’d head into town.

Even after taking meds and a cool bath, nothing was bringing her temperature down. Looking at the triple digit reading on the tiny screen she cringed. There was nothing else she could do except head into town to urgent med. Cora really hated to go to the emergency room. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, stopping when the motion made her feel like she was on a tilt-a-whirl.

Wrapping a towel around herself, she decided to check on her patient one more time before she got dressed. The door between her home and the clinic was open, but the lights were out, sending a shiver of fear down her spine. Cora flipped the switch on the wall, illuminating the walkway. Her head felt heavy, the lights overly bright, making her stumble and lose her footing.

“Shit, damn.” Rising to her feet, she reached her palm out to the wall to help steady herself and blinked a few times to bring things back into focus.

Standing in the middle of her clinic, with the injured wolf in his hands, was the most magnificent man she’d ever seen in her entire life. At over six foot tall, with short blonde hair and tattoos—lots of tattoos. The man exuded sex and menace. Yes, he definitely looked like he was angry. Even with her head feeling wonky, the sight of the unknown man made her body come alive. A whole different pulse began beating between her thighs, making Cora want to reach out and touch him, and not because she was in fear for her life.

“Who are you, and why do you have my wolf?” Cora was happy her voice didn’t come out sounding as scared as she felt.

“Your wolf?”

The big man growled, the sound making her feel things she really shouldn’t. Her nipples peaked at his deep rumble. Cora blamed the reaction on the fever.

“Listen, despite the fact you obviously broke into my clinic and I could press charges, I won’t, but only if you put the animal down and leave the same way you came. You have less than five minutes, and then my offer is gone.” Cora arched an eyebrow at him. “Do we have a deal?”

She waited for him to agree and put the sleeping wolf back down. Instead he quirked an eyebrow of his own, widened his stance, and sniffed the air.

In a move too fast for Cora to comprehend, the hunk standing a good ten feet away from her one moment, was all of a sudden crowding her space, sniffing her neck.

“Hey, have you heard of personal space?” When Cora attempted to push him back, her world spun.

* * * *

Zayn Malik didn’t know whether to laugh or growl at the human who tried to tell him what to do, all while she stood in nothing but a miniscule towel. Holding his nephew in wolf form, he opted for the latter. Every member of their pack knew the rules, and he couldn’t imagine Nolan, even at the young age of seven, breaking them. He’d wait until whatever drugs the woman gave Nolan wore off, and his nephew could shift back to find out what happened.

The overwhelming scent of antiseptic clouded his senses, making it hard for him to discern the unusual smells assaulting him. When she raised her hand to push him back, he watched her eyes roll back in her head. Zayn shifted Nolan to one arm, being careful of his injured leg, and caught the woman in his other arm.

That was how his alpha found him, holding an injured cub in one arm and a naked female in the other. It wasn’t his fault the towel was dislodged when he pulled her into his arm to stop her from face planting onto the ceramic tile floor.

“You want to tell me why you are holding my cub and an unconscious naked human, Zayn?”

The smile his brother suppressed didn’t make Zayn happy. He wanted to toss the human to Niall. Only fear of hurting his nephew kept him from following through on the thought. “Fuck off, Niall,” he grumbled.

“Give me Nolan. Do we know what happened to him?” Niall reached for his cub, carefully tucking him into his body.

As he handed Nolan over to Niall, Zayn watched his brother grimace at the bandage on his son’s leg, then sniff at the offending thing like he wanted to rip it off. The joking man was gone, replaced by the concerned father. Niall stood at over six foot three with more red in his blonde hair, but with the same blue eyes Zayn had. When Niall spoke as alpha, everyone in the pack listened. Although they had pack mates who were bigger than Niall, none could take him in a fight in human or wolf form.

They’d come to the Mystic River Pack in South Dakota when Niall found his mate by chance during one of their annual bike rides to Sturgis. Within a few months they’d found themselves full-fledged members of the pack, and Niall had learned he was to become a father.

His brother’s nose then turned to the woman Zayn cradled in his arms. Niall’s face got too close for Zayn’s peace of mind to a bandage wrapped around her thin arm, making his inner wolf rumble close to the surface.

“Do you smell that?” Niall sniffed again.

“What?” Zayn pulled the woman closer to his chest, using his large hand to cover as much of her bare ass from his brother as possible.

The right side of Niall's mouth quirked up for a moment before he turned serious. He bent to pick up the towel that had been dropped and draped it over the female.

“She’s been bitten.”

Narrowing his eyes, Zayn ran his gaze over the sleeping woman. “What did you say?”

The woman in his arms stirred, a feverish light in her eyes. That was when he noticed she was extremely hot to the touch. The smell of the clinic and the medicines had masked the unmistakable scent of the marking, which meant his sweet little nephew had bitten the good doctor when she had obviously tried to help him.

“You smell soooo delicious.” Cora licked her lips.

“Um, what’s your name, sweetheart?” Zayn tilted his head back from her questing lips and tongue.
Damn, her tongue is really long.

“Mmm. You taste really good too.” Another wet swipe from her tongue had him panting.

“Oh, goddess. Baby, you need to stop.” Zayn needed to get the woman to stop licking him or he was going to throw her down on the table and fuck her.

How the hell did she go from being cradled in his arms, to wrapped around him with her legs locked around his hips, and her arms around his head? Zayn swallowed. Jesus, he was ready to come in his jeans with his brother and nephew not five feet away.

“That’s enough, Cora.” The low timber of Niall’s voice reverberated around the room. A shiver went through the woman in his arms, and she swung her stare toward his brother.

Niall held an ID card with a picture of the woman in his arms. The name, Dr. Cora Welch, was at the top for Zayn to see. His brother grinned, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.

* * * *

Cora’s pussy contracted. Holy crap, the man was hot with a capital oh-my-lawd H, and she was humping him like a cat in heat, a naked cat in fricking heat.

She unlocked her ankles from the blonde Adonis’s waist, hoping her legs would hold her up. They wobbled but didn’t buckle—thankfully. “I’m so sorry…I don’t know what came over me.”

“I know what almost came all over me.”

Sucking in a swift breath, Cora crossed one arm over her breasts and snatched the towel from the red haired man. Not that they hadn’t seen everything there was to see, but she was in control of herself now.

“Smooth, Zayn, smooth. I apologize for my brother. He’s not usually so crass, but we were worried when we couldn’t find our little one here.” He indicated the now alert wolf.

Eyes so blue peeked out between the big man’s arms, accompanied by the whine she’d become accustomed to from the cub. She reached an unsteady hand toward his head to give a little scratch between his ears.

“Luckily for him, he’s going to be okay. I found him stuck in a medieval looking animal trap made for a much larger animal. His little leg here,” she indicated his cast, “barely missed being snapped in half by the steel jaws. I set the break and cleaned the wound. He should be right as rain in a few weeks.”

Here she was buck-ass naked, carrying on a conversation with two men and a wolf. She was definitely sick. Cora raised her hand to feel her head. The short speech made her breathless, like she’d just run a marathon.

Behind her, she heard something growl. Turning to see the gorgeous man wearing a scowl, she took an involuntary step away. She looked around, fearing a wild animal had somehow gotten inside her office.