To Right a Wrong (6 page)

The sweet musky scent associated with his wolf filled her nostrils. She shivered. A rush of intense pleasure flooded her lower stomach. Her panties became damp. She’d have to get used to that…no matter what Ethan did, she seemed to exist in a constant level of hyper-awareness.

Reaching up, she cupped his sac and flicked her fingers over the soft skin. His balls drew up tight. He thrust into her mouth before catching himself and pulling back. She opened her jaw wider and his cock slipped farther inside. It threatened to gag her, but she forced herself to relax. Ethan would never hurt her, and the more she was able to take in her mouth, the more satisfaction he’d receive.

“That feels so good.” He stroked her hair.

“Your tight little mouth loving me, stroking me…”

She slid her hands onto his hips. He clenched his ass. She squeezed his tight backside and sank her mouth down on him more until the tip of his cock tickled her throat.

Not letting up on the suction she’d created, she pulled her head back until she had only the bulbous head of his dick in her mouth.

“Oh, Jesus.” Ethan arched his back and came up on his toes.

Dani plunged forward, back, forward, swallowing on the upstroke to keep pressure on him.

“If you don’t want my cum sprayed down your throat…” He reached out and held onto the high post at the corner of the bed, legs shaking.

“You better…let me go.”

She groaned, feeling vibrations flutter over the rock-hard surface of his cock, but refusing to pull away. Pleasure pulsed through her cunt.

She pressed her nails into the skin of his ass.

Over and over, she stroked him with her mouth.

He came with his hands tangled in her hair.

She swallowed the hot, salty cum. She cleaned him as she withdrew, enjoying the way his body twitched with the slightest of touches. Every twinge, grunt, and groan she produced from him fueled her craving.

“Come, little one. Off with your pants.” Helping her up, he framed her face with his big, strong hands, his gaze soft and warm. “It’s my turn to show you what you just did for me. I want to drive you wild.”

The rest of her clothes fell to the floor. “I did okay then? You enjoyed it?” She scooted back to the middle of the bed and opened her legs.

He settled on the edge of the bed and parted her folds with his tongue. She sighed, liquid heat pooling in her lower stomach.

“It was amazing,” he murmured against her clit. He slid his hands under her butt and lifted her higher, using his tongue to circle the sensitive bud. He nibbled on her clit. “You’re so beautiful, so wet and ready. I could live off your cream.”

She plopped back on the bed and her back arched. She fisted the bedspread at her sides.

“Oh…my…God.”

He lavished her pussy without leaving her clit ignored for too long. Her pussy spasmed and her breath came fast.
Oh. Oh. Oh.

“Yes. This is what you do to me.”
He brushed his little finger over her anus.
“One day, I want
to have this part of you too. I want to see my cock
deep in your little hole as you come, squeezing
me.”
He thrust his tongue into her pussy, stretching, stroking every delicious spot. She bucked against his face. “Ethan!”

The building tension in her core rose to a fevered pitch. Unable to take anymore, she reached out, every muscle tense and ready to explode. He spread her lower lips with his fingers and attached his mouth to her nub while letting his chin press against her slit. He rolled her clit between his lips. Her body grew hotter and her muscles spasmed at the same time a wave of release exploded through her middle, spreading into her limbs. She collapsed on the bed and let her body ride out the powerful orgasm.

Ethan crawled up beside her and gathered her in his embrace. She nuzzled his chest. His heart raced. She closed her eyes and smiled.
“I
love you, mate. I knew life mates had a special
bond, but I never imagined ever feeling this way
about another.”

“I love you too, little one.”
He kissed the top of her head.
“Sleep. Tomorrow we’ll need all our
strength.”

She sighed. They’d never be completely content until Ethan won back his alpha position and Jordan was home.
“Promise me that
everything will be okay. We’ll win against
Greggoire.”

“I promise.”
He pulled her tighter against his body.
“I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Chapter Seven

The next morning, a crowd of men had gathered in front of Dani’s home, forming a straight line on the quiet street the length of the one-story ranch house. The hair on Ethan’s body stood up, but he kept control over his wolf.

He wanted nothing more than to shift and meet the Drover pack on his own terms, but it figured that Greggoire was watching the pack’s movements and had known the moment they'd arrived back in Drover.

Ethan guessed that Greggoire wanted to keep the appearance of control, and to force them to reveal their plans prematurely. At some point, Ethan would have to show them all that he was still the alpha he was raised to be and bring order to the mess they’d created. He glanced over at Dani. Inside his wolf growled. It was inbred in him to take charge, but the timing wasn’t right. He had to think of his mate’s needs first.

He turned away from the window and led her farther back in the house away from the danger.

He stroked her skin, letting his confidence calm her nerves. The tension he sensed outside could quickly grow out of control, and he didn’t want her caught in the middle.

The delicate bones in her wrist rolled beneath his touch, and he strummed his thumb along the pulsing vein running up the inside of her arm. “Keep your wolf controlled unless the pack gives you no other choice but to shift.

Every one of them standing outside will sense fear, and if you shift, they’ll take it as a threat.”

“I know.” She stretched up and kissed him.

“I’ll handle myself. Let’s get this over with.” Ethan surveyed her body, checking that every weapon was hidden. The bulge on her stomach and the ridge on her calf under her jeans were apparent to him. He knew her body like it was his own, but he gambled on the others not noticing the arsenal she carried. He gave her a firm kiss and softened it with a sigh.

“Remember everything I have taught you.” Today, he meant to introduce the pack to the idea that their former alpha had come back, but he wasn’t stupid. It would not be easy.

Conversations came to an abrupt stop the second the door clicked behind them. Heads turned in their direction, and the musky odor wafting off everyone slammed into Ethan as if someone had taken a baseball bat to his midsection. He stepped out of the house with Dani holding his hand but trailing a step behind him. If someone flew at him, he wanted his body between the attacker and the woman he loved.

He stopped at the edge of the grassy area where the pavement of Copper Road began. No werewolf would step onto another’s property without permission. Now that he’d become Dani’s mate, it was his right to defend their private territory. That included the land around the house. Years ago, their lands were acres, often miles wide, but slowly over time, the area had shrunk to private residences. The forest surrounding them was free for all.

The men parted, and Greggoire stepped to the front. Dani squeezed Ethan’s fingers. He stilled. Not a muscle twitched, and he kept his breathing regulated. He locked his gaze on the man who’d destroyed his life many years ago and continued to torment him. The closer Greggoire came, Ethan’s thirst for blood grew stronger.

He pacified his wolf.
Soon.

A head shorter than Ethan and more

paunchy than before, Greggoire’s upper lip twitched revealing his sharp canine teeth. Ethan slipped his hand away from Dani’s. If Greggoire wanted to jump into a challenge for position, Ethan wouldn’t deny his wolf the pleasure of kicking his enemy’s ass.

“What brings you back to Drover, Tolene?” Greggoire swung his gaze to Dani and cocked his brow. “Besides the obvious. What’s it been, eight…nine years since you were banned from the pack? Your position isn’t secured just because you fucked one of ours.”

Ethan widened his stance. He caught several other members shaking their heads in his peripheral vision. He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “Six years. I came back with my mate, and would like to ask for permission back into Drover.”

Wanting to appear as unthreatening as possible, he turned and gazed down at Dani. She stood smiling at him as if he hung the moon.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.”
He smiled at her. He turned his attention back to Greggoire knowing with Dani’s support, he could pull off this ruse.

“I’ve missed the support of those of our kind.” Greggoire’s brows came down and he

narrowed his eyes. “Surely you haven’t forgotten the terms over the years. You’ll have to challenge for position. And the pack is stronger than you remember.” He scrunched his mouth as if he tasted something bitter, sniffed, and spat on the ground at Ethan’s feet.

“Don’t let him rile you, Ethan. He wants you
to break the rules and attack him right now, so he
has an excuse to get rid of you.”

“I know, little one.”
He nodded. “The rules are fair. I’ll take the challenge to win my way back into Drover. Thank you, Greggoire. “ Pretending to inhale a big breath of relief, he stuck his arm out in front of him and offered to shake hands.

The alpha male backed up, pivoted, and left without any sign he was willing to make amends. Others followed. Ethan stared at the current alpha’s back until Greggoire rounded the corner of the street heading toward his home.
Bastard.

Dani stepped closer to Ethan. She brushed against him. The power radiating off the contact brought him comfort. She set her hand on the small of his back. Their wolves, together, would be a force more powerful than Greggoire knew.

“Look at them.”
She leaned against him.
“All
these people visited my home, brought me gifts
through the years, and saw to my comfort after
my parents were killed. Now no one can even
look me in the eye.”

“They are only acting the way they know
how, Dani. Their leader’s discourse sets them all
on edge.”
He found her hand and clasped it tight within his.
“Come. Let’s go back inside until they
decide that I will not cause trouble for their
alpha.”

* * *

She slid off the bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom. Making sure not to make any noise, she crossed the hall and entered the other bedroom.

Jordan’s room.

Her throat muscles constricted and she forced herself to swallow. Her baby brother’s white crib sat against the wall. The mobile hung unmoving from the ceiling. She reached into the crib, and removed the blue baby blanket. For months, she’d wondered if her more enhanced senses after mating and releasing her wolf would help her find Jordan. Tonight she’d find out.

She carried the last material Jordan had touched to the living room. A year ago, she’d swaddled Jordan in the soft blue fabric. Then she’d found it on the ground not far from her mom’s murdered body later that night.

Holding the fleece up to her nose, Dani inhaled deeply.
There.

The sweet, powdery innocence of her brother hid underneath the staleness of the old, unwashed blanket. She blinked back the tears.

Oh, Jordy. You probably have no idea how much I
miss you and wish you were here.

She set the blanket aside, went to the front door and cracked it open. She’d waited months to mate, months for her wolf to emerge along with her heightened sense of smell so she could search for Jordan. She was positive she'd find him, because who knew him better than she did? She'd cared for him, holding him constantly while her mother recovered her strength. Jordan was part of her, and she'd be able to pick up his scent more easily than even Ethan.

She set her ear into the crack, discovering that no strangers were outside waiting to ambush her. She glanced at the hallway, hesitant to leave the house. Ethan would come unglued if he woke up and found her missing.

She steeled her emotions. The waiting to search was killing her. She understood Ethan's need for timing, but she was certain she’d succeed. She'd find her brother, then support Ethan as he worked his way back into the pack.

In a couple seconds, she’d shifted and nosed the door open enough for her slim wolf’s body to slip outside without a sound. Surprised to hear a whine come from her own throat, she loped along the street. No matter how much she fought her conflicting desire to rush back and remain safe with Ethan, she had to continue her search for her brother. She was the one person left in his life who’d die to protect him.

A rustle behind her sent her darting toward a stand of trees bordering the forest. The community in Drover was small and rural, something less than a town. Farms were long gone, and in their place were the werewolves who kept things quiet, lest they draw attention to themselves.

She hunkered down on the ground and stared out into the night. The fur on her back rippled. She wasn’t surprised to encounter another wolf on her outing. This was werewolf territory, and she couldn’t be too safe now that Ethan was back. She curled her upper lip showing her teeth. The weapons he’d taught her to use lay useless beside the bed back home.

Dammit.

The big silver wolf rounded the corner and slowed down to a walk.
“You are in so much
trouble, little one.”

Dani whined and rolled over on her back.
“I
have to find him, Ethan.”

He loomed over her. She refused to meet his gaze and stayed on her back. She fought her wolf to stand up, but she’d trained her animal to live by its natural instincts. Submitting to her mate was rule one, and never broken.