Whisper Pride Pack (5 page)

Conan ran his tongue along his fangs. He had wanted to bite Josie
so bad, to fully mate with her when she had come. The fact that he didn’t
showed just how much restraint he had. First, he had to make sure she wanted
this, that she knew what life would be like, she fully understood what being
the female Alpha of his pack meant. For now, just being inside her tight, wet
cunt and spilling his seed deep would be enough. Any shifter around would know
she was his. His mark would follow later,
that
he would make sure of. He
licked the sweat off her neck, running his tongue down to her spine and
watching her shudder.

“Mmm,” he groaned. His still hard cock that was currently
knotted inside of his mate twitched.

“Umm, Conan. Do you have something to tell me?” Josie asked,
wiggling her butt a little.

He groaned at her actions. “Yeah, we wolf shifters knot
inside our mates. It’s a weird but fucking awesome sensation really. We only do
it when we’re with our mates, so as you can gather this has never happened to
me, baby, but now that it has, I like it.”

He nipped at her neck, feeling her racing pulse. He shifted
his hips as the knot began to recede and stroked his still stiff shaft against
her walls. Beginning a new beat against her body, he began fucking her again. Both
of them groaned, the sexy sounds filling the air. His hands stroked up her arms
to her breasts, squeezing them, molding her pert little nipples in between his
fingers. She groaned, pushing her arse back toward him,

“So, tell me you’re staying. Tell me I get to be inside you
all night long. Tell me, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, gripping her hips
tightly. Realizing she’d be left with bruises, he relaxed his grip a little,
and then thundered into her hard and fast, hitting the top of her cervix. He
loved the feel of her slick pussy tight around his cock with their mixed
juices.

“Yes... Yes, okay, yes!” she cried out.

He pounded into her faster, feeling his balls draw up. He
wouldn’t come yet though. No, she had to come first. He wanted to feel her cunt
tighten around his shaft again, milking it dry as he came.

“I need to come,” she whimpered.

“Then come, baby, milk my cock.” He thrust in hard, pulling
her hips toward him.

“Conan!”

He watched his cock thrust into her one more time, feeling
it spurting his seed into her womb. He knew it wouldn’t take yet, but that
didn’t stop him from imagining her swollen with his pups. His cock began to
swell at the base, growing inside of her, plugging the entrance of her pussy to
stop his seed from spilling as her legs gave out beneath her. He slid them
gently down onto the porch floor until their breathing slowed down.

The arrogance of knowing she would smell of him, of her
being his, made him feel like an almighty Alpha. He knew he was being pretentious,
but screw it!

Once his cock began to recede and soften he hauled his mate’s
limp body up into his arms. She wrapped her arm around his neck and turned her
face into his chest.

“You better be taking me for a shower. I don’t think my
spaghetti legs can take another bout yet.” She let a tiny giggle out. “You owe
me some new scrubs too.”

“Baby, you can have anything if I can get it for you!”

* * * *

Conan watched his mate sleep. She looked so peaceful. A few
freckles adorned her pert little nose, there were a couple of laugh lines
around her eyes, and a pair of tiny, gold hooped earrings on her small ears.
Her curly hair was currently splayed across his chest, and he kept fingering
her hair, watching the ringlets curl around his fingers. She was perfect to
him. He couldn’t stop watching her.

A rustle from outside had his senses coming alert. He could
hear the footprints of a slight figure...a woman? Taking a deep breath and
pulling the scents in from around him, he scrunched his nose up with disgust at
the smell of Cassie’s perfume. Shifters generally didn’t wear any kind of man-made
aromas because it messed with their noses. They normally preferred the natural scents
of things around them. Cassie, however, was in the minority, because she always
wore perfumes, and it was often overpowering.

What was she doing there so early? Why was she there at all?

He rose from the bed, trying not to disturb his mate, and
pulled on a pair of jeans. Striding to the kitchen, he flicked on the
coffeemaker and placed two pieces of bread in the toaster, then went to his
front door.

“Morning, Cassie. Why the early-morning attention?”

“Morning, Conan,” she said seductively, trying to ooze some
kind of appeal.

He sniffed and sneezed. “A bit on the thick side this
morning, Cassie.”

“Sorry, Alpha.” She tilted her head to the side, offering
her neck. “My car won’t start, and I came to ask if I could grab a lift
please,” she said, looking up at him.

“One of your brothers couldn’t get it going?” he asked. She
had three brothers, and although they would do anything for their sister, he also
knew that she could wane anyone’s energy taking and taking from them.

“They were all busy, but Trev said he would take a look at
it later for me.” She smiled.

Rolling his eyes, Conan gestured for her to come inside. Shit,
this was not how he wanted his morning to go. He wanted to fuck his mate before
going to work. Maybe he could convince her later in his office. That could be
fun. His dick engorged with blood just thinking about that. Suddenly, he had
visions of him swiping the crap off his deck, sitting Josie on it, and sticking
his face between her legs and making her cry out.

“Oh, you have company,” Cassie muttered from behind him as
she sniffed the air.

The sound of the toaster popping had him reaching inside the
fridge and pulling some butter out. He approached the coffee machine and poured
two mugs of coffee. “Yes, I do.” He smiled as he buttered the toast and placed
them on a plate he’d pulled out of the cupboard. “Help yourself, Cassie. We’ll
be out in a bit.”

He grabbed the mugs, balancing the plate of toast on top of
one, and walked back to his bedroom to wake his mate. Fuck it, if Cassie was there.
Perhaps finally she would get the message. The woman had been chasing him for a
while. He hadn’t realized until it was too late that she had some kind of
infatuation with him. He had spoken to her brothers a couple of times, but even
with their help she still kept coming on strong. A few weeks ago he had even
contemplated firing her. Alas, after Holly, his last nurse, left to have her
pups and he had to hire another, he needed Cassie, she knew where and what went
on in the surgery. He sighed.

Nudging the door open with his foot, he stared again at his
sleeping mate. Smiling, he set the mugs and toast on the bedside table and went
back to shut the bedroom door. He slipped off his jeans, climbed under the
sheets, and spooned his warm and luscious woman. He slid his erection between
her cool butt cheeks, undulating his hips while kissing her neck and lapping at
her pulse. He felt the moment she stirred and began to wake.

“Is that coffee I smell?” she murmured.

“And breakfast,” he told her while pushing his shaft toward
her again.

She turned toward him, her hair all rumpled and curly. With that
sexy smile on her face and those amused eyes, he knew she was going to say
something saucy.

“I normally have coffee first then breakfast,” she said.

“You are in my house.” He kissed her. “You are in my bed.” He
nibbled her neck. “With a very horny wolf.” He moved over the top of her,
pushing his body between her legs. “Who likes breakfast in bed with his mate.” He
didn’t have to position his cock, it seemed to find her entrance all on its
own. He thrust up a little, feeling the sensitive head touch just inside of her
entrance. He kissed along her collarbone when the sound of breaking china came
from the kitchen, startling them both.

“Shit, someone is inside your house,” Josie whispered. Her
body tensed, and the hands that had been stroking his arms a second ago were
now gripping hold of them.

“It’s Cassie.” He sighed. “Her car wouldn’t start and she
asked for a lift.” He knew where this was going and there was no way he’d get
his morning fuck with his mate.

“Is she a shifter?”

“Yes, baby, she’s part of my pack.” He tried kissing her
again, but she moved and pushed against him.

“Bloody hell, Conan, she has hearing like you then, she
could have heard us... Oh!” She looked up at him and he watched the lightbulb
click on in her eyes as she realized what he had been about to do. “You did it
on purpose,” she whispered. “You want her to hear. Why?”

“She has been after me for ages. No matter what I tell her
she won’t take no for an answer.” He shrugged, kissing one of her breasts. “I
didn’t invite her around, I just wanted to curl...well, not curl exactly, I
wanted to make love to my mate and enjoy my breakfast.”

A small whimper escaped his mate’s lips as he sucked her
nipple into his mouth and tugged on it gently. His cock was still hard and at
her wet, heated entrance—one shove and he’d be inside her. It was easier to ask
for forgiveness than permission, right? Kissing her, he thrust up hard and fast,
making her gasp. Taking that opportune moment, he slid his tongue inside her
mouth, coiling it around her own.

She groaned, and he pulled out of her cunt then pushed in
slowly this time, feeling her walls expand and envelope his cock. He moaned
back into her mouth. He had feared she would freak and push him away, but she
began responding. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pushing her
feet against his arse, trying to get him in deeper. He obliged fucking in deep,
his balls slapping against her butt.

“I’m going to hell for this,” she whimpered. “Harder!” she
begged.

“I’ll be right there with you!” He thrust into her again and
again, feeling their combined juices slide along his cock. “Let me make you
mine, sweetness,” he said. “Trust me, I’ll look after you, we will have years
to get to know each other and let our love grow. I don’t want anyone else but
you, my mate. Please give me your heart, you have mine already.”

He paused inside of her, feeling her walls flutter against
his shaft. Looking down into her beautiful green eyes, he saw the moment they
welled with tears and softened. He didn’t mean to make her cry.

“It’s okay, honey, I can wait.” He lowered his head and placed
a tender kiss on her puffy lips.

She suddenly grabbed on to him, her hands fisting his arms. “When
I first saw you, you were stunning. It’s only been a few days and already I
have imagined all kinds of things. I love your heart, Conan. I would love more
than anything to be by your side and be with you forever and a day, but there
is one thing you must know.”

He watched a tear form, and he lowered his head and kissed
the offending object away. He could almost feel her heart bleed.

“It’s, umm, not a conversation that’s going to go down well
while you’re inside me,” she said, pushing at his chest.

With huge reluctance, he withdrew his still hard cock from
her pussy. But not letting her get far, he quickly rolled over, dragging her
onto his chest. Wrapping his arms firmly around her, he waited for her to speak.

“My mother is an addict of sorts,” she finally said. “When
my father died it became worse. She now spends hours on the computer looking
for these stupid little bottles of perfume, sometimes paying hundreds for them.
She began taking small loans out here and there. I came home from work early a
few weeks ago and found Harry, the town loan shark, threatening my mother for
the week’s money. He broke her fingers.”

She began sobbing; he could feel her tears dripping onto his
stomach. Curling her up and into his arms more tightly, he waited while his
wolf growled at their mate’s distress.

“I tried to stop him. She owed him a couple of thousand. We
didn’t have that kind of money. Well, she would,” Josie snorted, “if she sold
her shit.” She lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes all puffy and red-rimmed.
“Harry said he would take payment with me spending the night with him and his
cronies. My mother begged me to do it, said it was just one night. She gave him
permission to take me. I can’t believe she would do that. I was supposed to be
ready that night for him, but I ran instead.”

Not being able to stand seeing the sorrow in his mate’s eyes
any longer, he flipped them over so he again laid on top of her, then he kissed
each and every tear that he could see.

“You are mine!” he growled, his wolf so close to the surface
that white fur slipped from his pores and coated his arms.

He kissed her with all his love and passion, pushing her
down into the soft mattress. She began to calm and relax. He’d thought his cock
couldn’t get any harder, but when he heard the soft words “Make me your mate,”
come from between her lips he could have hammered nails into concrete with it.
With a surge of his hips he was again deeply seated inside her hot, wet cavern.

“Oh baby, you gift me.” He moved his hips as she wrapped her
legs around his waist. They both groaned as he withdrew and thrust again.

A louder crash of breaking china didn’t stop him for a
second; he hammered into his mate over and over. He could feel her pulse pounding
as he licked over it. Her vaginal walls fluttered against his cock, and he
could tell she was close. He was going to make her his mate, his other half.
His fangs elongated with his wolf so close to the surface, and he knew his eyes
were flecked orange again.

Moving his hips faster, his spine tingled and his balls drew
up. Feeling her fingernails digging and raking down his back added to his
excitement. She cried out in bliss each time he thundered inside of her,
hitting the top of her cervix. With a turn of his hips he found the place
inside of her that made her cry out louder, her pussy clenching down hard onto
his cock. He lowered his head and sank his fangs deep into her neck.