Wolf Unbound

by Amber Ella Monroe

He stopped what he was doing and gave her his full attention. “Of course I will.”

  “I was just thinking about what you said.”

  “And that is…?”

  “About your life. On the road. Never being able to settle down because you’re out chasing the lead on the next assignment,” she said. “I can see how that would worry the people who care about you back at home.”

  “Autumn, I…” he breathed.

  “I’m not trying to make you feel any worse about what you have to do or where you have to be. I guess I’m just trying to tell you that I understand, and that I’ll be here when you return. But if you don’t return and I never see you again, I’ll understand that too.”

  He closed the distance between them. “You think I won’t come back to you?”

  She nodded. “I can tell that you love what you do and you’re used to it. It’s kind of like my friends advising me to let go of the tavern since it’s causing me so much stress, but I won’t listen. People often stick with what they know. Even shifters like you. Right?”

  He slid his fingers under her chin and lifted it gently. His eyes were filled with admiration.

  “What did I do to deserve to meet a woman as lovely and understanding as you?” he asked.

  “What did I do to deserve being caught red-handed emptying a safe at the tavern?”

  He grinned. “You’re going to make some man very happy, you know that?”

  She sighed. “Garrett, I’ve lived almost my whole life regretting things I’ve done or haven’t done with the people I want to do them with. I’m tired of pretending like I don’t want you. Before this is over, I want to know what it feels like to really be with you. Without all of this…chaos.”

  “I want you too, Autumn, but I don’t want to ruin you. I don’t want to bring any more chaos in your life. My job—even the ones I may take within my Pack—will bring all kinds of chaos.”

  “You’re worrying too much, Garrett Justice. Just kiss me.”

  He closed the couple inches of space between them and sealed his lips over hers. She exhaled on a long sigh, expelling all her fears from her body. For the first time in a very long time, she felt free. In this moment, she temporarily escaped the burdens that had been holding her back, preventing her from living.

  Garrett molded his lips to hers with a sense of urgency and control. More control than he’d had the very first time he’d kissed her. He wasn’t just kissing her, he was exploring every inch of her lips and the warm cavern of her mouth. Pleasure rose up and spread throughout every vein in her body. He gripped the back of neck, tilted her face upward and delved deeper. With no intentions of keeping her hands to herself, she pulled his shirt from his waistband to touch his bare skin. Her hands roamed over his strong, tight abs and across the hard planes of his chest.

  He grabbed her thigh, sliding his hand upward until it rested at her waist. She wanted to be next to him, skin to skin, so she ignored her inner fears and parted from his kiss momentarily to lift the big oversized shirt over her head.

  Garrett’s gaze swept over her like a gentle, evening wind. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, reaching out to trace her collarbone and the curvature of her throat with his thumb.

  An inferno raged between them as he continued his perusal of her. He moved his palm over the top of her breasts, downward against her belly, pausing momentarily to grip her hips with both of his hands. He teased her, sliding his fingers right below the waistband. A million butterflies activated in her stomach.

  She moaned and pushed against him.

  He groaned. “Do you know what will happen when I take this sweet pussy of yours?”

  “You told me about the imprinting, remember?”

  He leaned forward, brushing the tip of his nose against her ear. His lips brushed gently against her neck.

  “I can handle it. I’m ready,” she assured him.

  “Are you?”

  He worked against the clasp of her bra, breaking it free. The garment fell to the ground, exposing her breasts and hardened nipples. She was more than ready for him this time. Her needy sex screamed for release.

  “Touch me, Autumn, so that I know you want me and that you want this,” he instructed.

  She lifted the ends of his shirt once again and he waited patiently as she unbuttoned it and pushed it down his shoulders. He was a sex god walking on Earth. Pure perfection. Her fingertips traced the crevices and hard lines of the muscles on his chest until she reached the trail of dark brown hair that disappeared down into his pants. Garrett breathed hot and heavy as she followed the trail. She undid his belt buckle and unwrapped him like a package. She pushed his pants down his hip and he assisted her by pulling them all the way down and then stepping out of them.

  His shaft stood at full attention. Long, hard, and throbbing at the tip.

  Her lips parted and her breath came out in a rush. She bit her lip, her eyes eating up the beauty of him, but at the same time she prayed that he wasn’t going to rip her in two. She hadn’t seen a cock so big and hard in…

  Well…never.

  The moment she gripped him and wrapped her fingers around the thickness, his inner beast growled. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. Her sex throbbed and she squeezed her legs together for relief, but to no avail. He throbbed against her palm, especially when she closed her fingers around the head.

  He threw his head back and groaned. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

  “Are you?” She pumped up and down, gripping his big meaty flesh in her smaller hands.

  He moaned.

  She lowered herself to the kitchen floor, placing her knees on the floor on either side of his feet. Sure enough, when she became mouth level with his cock, she saw the evidence of his pre-cum dripping from the slit. She examined him like a work of art, studying the dark, green veins running up and down the length of him. His testicles were almost beet red, the skin was delicate, but when she palmed him, she found that he was heavy with his seed.

  “Christ,” he exclaimed between clenched teeth.

  “My name’s Autumn,” she teased, tracing the heart-shaped head of his cock with a fingertip.

  “And Lord knows I’ll never forget that,” he breathed.

  She took him into her mouth. He tasted of almonds and vanilla and an underlying hint of salt all rolled into one. She licked up the drops of semen that had already escaped. His cock hardened and lengthened even more as she teased him. She was having so much fun making him squirm that she forgot about her own needs.

  At some point, he’d pulled off the rubber band holding her thick curly mane together. His fingers were buried within her hair, digging deep against her scalp.

  She lifted her gaze to witness the pleasure rolling across his face. His eyes were riddled with the evidence of his desire. His pupils had contracted. The shape of his eyes had changed entirely. She’d seen him this way before. The way the wolf had looked at her out in the field when it was fighting off her attacker. The gaze was calm and steely. And possessive. She ran her tongue up along the underside of his cock all the way to the top.

  “Enough,” he growled and then lifted her up to her feet.

  He placed her in the center of his kitchen table, pulled her legs up onto his shoulder, held her panties to the side, and pressed his lips to her sex. His mouth was hot and hungry against her pussy, testing her limits and exploring every inch of her. He alternated between gentle tugs of her swollen labia to firm laps against her clit. She propped herself up on her elbows, taking in the carnal sight before her. He moaned into her sex and the vibrations sent tremors through her loins and straight up her spine. She arched her back and he offered his full tongue, plunging in and out of her. An orgasm rushed through her without warning. The mind-blowing sensations were so intense that her vision shorted out. He licked gently at her tender clit until she came down from her orgasm. Then the warmth of his chest pressed to the back of her thighs subsided when he parted from her.

 
; He was going to leave her like this again! He couldn’t…

  Her eyes flew open. Garrett’s lustful brown gaze stared back at her.

  “Don’t stop now,” she said.

  “Don’t worry.” He grinned. “I was just admiring your beauty.”

  He gripped her about the thighs and lifted her up. Before she knew it, she was halfway across the kitchen with her back against the pantry door. He held her there with his firm, strong grip and kissed her firmly. He shoved his hand between them, moving his fingers to the apex of her thighs, and shoved her panties aside once again.

  She parted her legs on instinct just as he ran his fingers along her slit, parting her lips, and exposing more of her opening.

  “You’re already wet for me,” he growled, huskily.

  He was right. Her pussy was soaking and her clit was throbbing. All he had to do was touch her there one time and she’d fall apart.

  He dropped his head in the space between her neck and shoulder and waited, his cock hard and heavy against her thigh.

  “Take me,” she demanded.

  With a strength that surprised her, he hooked his thumb into the waistband of her panties, ripped it into two, and rid her of it.

  She gasped, feeling doubly exposed and open to him.

  He entered her, surging upward in one bold drive.

  Her scream and everything else she’d been holding inside pushed out of her. He impaled her, yet this moment brought so much relief to her. Pain and pleasure mixed together creating a sensation so electrifying that it left her in a daze. He pumped into her with ease and just the right amount of force. To keep her cries of surprise and pleasure at bay with each stroke he made up into her, she buried her face against his shoulders. Before long, she found her nails digging against the flesh on his back. He fucked her against the pantry door until she could no longer contain herself. She came hard and long, trembling helpless in his arms.

  He was still inside her when he gathered her up again and walked from the kitchen to his bedroom with her still wrapped around him.

  He managed to keep his rock hard cock throbbing inside of her.

  He lay her on the bed and then spread out atop of her. In this position, they were face to face and she saw him as if she were seeing him for the first time. Maybe she just felt that way because this was the first time she’d seen him in a new light. His face twisted into a grimace of desire and hunger. Desire for her. Hunger for her. No man had ever looked at her this way.

  She stroked one side of his face with her palm. As she anticipated, he pressed his mouth into her palm and kissed her there. Tingles worked its way through her and entered her body as he pressed small kisses against her fingers, her palm, and the inside of her wrist.

  “You okay?” he whispered.

  “Yes. Don’t let go. Don’t stop now.”

  It seemed that her demands were all the encouragement he needed. He gripped her hips and buried himself to the hilt. This time, she had no interest in subduing her screams and shrieks of pleasure. She wrapped her arms around him and accepted his love. He slammed into her over and over again. His hips moved with power that could only come from within. She cried out until all she could manage to do was moan out his name, begging him not to stop. He plowed through her and drove her back down into the bed so thoroughly that she couldn’t even think straight. What sent her over the edge again was the way he titled her hips and rocked his pelvis against her pulsing clit. An orgasm barreled through her, only stronger this time. When she was done, he was still thrusting. In the aftermath of her climax, her pussy trembled and clenched around his thick, rigid shaft. Another blinding climax hit her. This time she pressed her mouth into his shoulder and bit down hard.

  He stiffened, and after releasing one feral growl that could only have come from his inner beast, he spilled his seed. Streams of it filled her. His essence released into her, causing a mind-blowing sensation to consume both of them.

  Their union left them weak, tired, and panting in each other’s arms.

  Autumn hadn’t even realized she had fallen asleep, until woke up with Garrett’s arm still draped around her. She rolled over and took a peek at the clock on the nightstand.

  It was one a.m.

  “What time is it?” Garrett asked, hoarsely, barely moving.

  “You don’t even want to know,” she replied, cuddling back against him.

  She dropped her head back on her pillow and had almost drifted back off the sleep when she felt Garrett’s cock hardening against her ass. His arousal was all it took to revive her carnal needs once more. And she had to be honest with herself, sex with Garrett had been out of this world amazing.

  She pushed back into him even more, moaning as his length molded itself against the plumpness of her ass. As she worked herself against him, the tip of his cock slid between her legs finding its way to the opening of her pussy. He pushed only a few inches inside of her.

  “More,” she moaned.

  He buried himself deep.

  She didn’t know how many rounds of sex they had, but tonight was evidence that she was going to be hard-pressed to deny how much she wanted and needed Garrett in her life.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Autumn’s cell phone rang on the nightstand, jolting her out of her peaceful sleep. Her limbs were stiff and her muscles were sore as if she’d done hard labor or major work at the tavern. She smiled, knowing full well why she couldn’t even bear to sit up in bed to check her caller ID. Garrett’s arm was draped around her waist possessively and he didn’t budge at the sound of her ringtone. Grumbling, she nudged her body closer to Garrett and waited for the phone to stop ringing. It did, and she fell back asleep.

  The phone rang yet again and she forced her eyes open.

  The person was persistent.

  Garrett groaned beside her. “What is it? Who is it?”

  “Don’t know,” she said, pressing her hand to her forehead and then sliding up into a sitting position.

  When she saw Hope’s name displayed on her caller ID, she answered immediately.

  “Hope?” she said into the phone.

  “Where are you!” Hope’s demand came out in a rush.

  “I’m ah…” Autumn looked down at a naked, sleeping Garrett and grit her teeth in embarrassment. “I’m still in Aspen Valley.”

  “Did you hear what happened at the tavern?”

  “What happened? Did someone get into a fight?”

  “Oh, my God…it’s gone,” Hope mumbled into the phone.

  “You’re not making sense. What’s going on?”

  “The tavern burned to the ground, Autumn,” she croaked. “It’s all on the news.”

  “What!” Autumn swung her legs over the bed and rose to her feet, taking some of the sheets with her to cover her naked body.

  “It’s on the news! I couldn’t believe it at first, but it’s a live feed. I can see the sign and the little dumpster where the building once stood.”

  Autumn gasped. “Oh, my God.”

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Garrett asked, lifting himself on one arm.

  She’d pulled all the sheets away and had them wrapped around her like a cocoon, so he was stark naked on the bed.

  “My sister’s on the phone,” she told him. “Can you tune into the local news?”

  “Um, who’s that?” Hope asked her.

  Ignoring the question, Autumn asked, “Are you sure that the tavern’s on fire?”

  “No, it’s not on fire anymore. They put the fire out, but the building is ruined. There’s smoke everywhere.”

  “You’re kidding me.”

  “I wish I was.”

  “Look, since you’re laying low because of Simon, I can take a plane out when the airports open first thing in the morning.”

  As Hope was talking, Garrett flipped the channel to the local news. Sure enough, there was a live stream of firefighters on the scene of the Cross City Country Tavern. Just like Hope had said, all Autumn could see was smoke
among the crumpled remains of the restaurant.

  “Holy shit,” Garrett said, popping out of bed and inching closer toward the television.

  “I’m looking at the flight schedules now. I—”

  “No, don’t do that, Hope. Don’t go back to Cross City,” Autumn warned. “I’m going to call the County fire department to see if they have any information about this before we come to conclusions or do something we’ll both regret.”

  “But Autumn…you’re not listening. If the tavern is burned down, they’ll want to speak to us. Everyone in that town knows that we still own stake in the tavern. Simon is so shady as shit. He doesn’t give a fuck about that tavern. He probably won’t even show. Wouldn’t it look suspicious if we all just skipped town right around the same time that the tavern burns to the ground?”

  “You’re making too much of this.” Autumn sighed. “Whatever you do, don’t go back to Cross City. If you need to come somewhere, come here, to Aspen Valley. Simon’s still out there and he’s dangerous. I didn’t tell you this yesterday evening when we talked, but he killed the driver that was supposed to give me a lift here. Garrett had to run him off. And he bit me.”

  “He bit you? Why? What the fuck is wrong with him?”

  “To mark me.”

  “What the fuck!”

  Autumn swallowed, glancing down at her forearm where the wolf had bitten her. The area had healed completely, almost as if an animal hadn’t sunk his canines into her flesh. Almost as if it had never happened. But she wasn’t worried about that now. What’s done was done.

  “That damn dirty buzzard needs to be hunted down and put down for that,” Hope exclaimed.

  “That’s why I need you to stay put. If the tavern has burned, there’s nothing more we can do about it.”

  “Dad would be so blazing mad if he’d lived to see this,” Hope muttered.

  Autumn sensed the change in her tone of voice. From angry to painful.

  “But if he were still alive, this never would’ve happened,” Autumn said. “Is this a sign for us? Should we have ditched the tavern before all of this? Are we better off just leaving Cross City for good?”