Katrin opened her eyes and focused on Jarvis. His face was just above her pelvis and he continued watching her when he lowered his mouth and ran his tongue over the entrance to her pussy.
“Shit, yes!” she gasped even as she almost flipped off the bed.
“That’s my sweet Cariboo,” Jarvis grumbled, his voice thick with need.
She searched his face again, forcing her eyes not to roll back in her head. Silver streaked across his pupils. His face was tight with concentration. His scent matched her scent, making everything about their lovemaking all the more perfect.
Katrin groaned with pleasure as his tongue began performing magic on her throbbing pussy. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain so intense it brought her to the edge. She moaned, desperate for more yet never wanting what she experienced right now to end.
In a manner of minutes Katrin had discovered how perfect Jarvis was for her. He knew of her true heritage and didn’t mind. His protective, aggressive scent showed her how much he wanted her. But the way he turned her body inside out, created need so intense deep in her womb the flames he ignited might never be put out, showed her how perfect they were for each other.
Katrin wondered if this was how it had been with her sire and mama. There’d been many years of happiness in her den growing up. The smell of pure contentment had been so strong, the walls surrounding them had been drenched with it. Her sire and mama had fought, but when they cuddled and cleaned each other later, the smell of happiness had been even stronger.
No matter how she searched her memory, Katrin couldn’t remember her mama or sire ever howling about how they first met. She remembered stories of their first litter being whelped, which had been Katrin’s two older littermates. Katrin had been whelped two years later. Her sire had told stories of great hunts he’d gone on with other mated males in the mountains. There had always been plenty of meat for Katrin and her littermates to eat. Even as they grew older and the stories began of how humans now knew they existed, her litter had never troubled themselves with the knowledge. It hadn’t affected them.
Katrin pushed the memories out of her head. She knew if her parents had met Jarvis they would have approved. That would never happen but something told her both her sire and mama looked down upon them and glowed with happiness over the good male Katrin was falling in love with.
In love with?
Her thoughts cleared and she blinked, the sweet torture Jarvis administered too much to handle.
“Jarvis?” She said his name as a question but he simply growled in response.
He pressed his lips around her sensitive nub and took her over the edge.
“Oh my God!” Katrin pressed her hand to her mouth and once again bit her lip as pleasure rolled over her body.
“Come for me, my sweet female,” he grumbled.
As if she had a choice.
Every inch of her constricted. She pressed her legs against either side of his head and rolled to her side, her release so strong she wasn’t sure she’d ever come so hard.
“Damn,” Jarvis said, smelling proud. He easily pushed her thighs apart and raised his head, grinning at her. “My precious mate needed that badly, didn’t you?”
“Jarvis,” she gasped, words failing her.
“Is there something else you want?”
She couldn’t stop panting. Even the aftermath of her orgasm took everything from her.
“I know there is something I want,” he continued, repositioning himself. “Take my cock, precious Cariboo.”
She blinked a few times before managing to move her hand. When she could barely lift her head, Jarvis leaned forward, sliding his hand behind her head and holding her up so she could reach and see what she was doing.
“Put me inside you.”
Katrin gripped his cock, its tip already pressed against her soaked pussy. She’d just come harder than she had in ages, possibly forever, yet she took her time.
Jarvis reached for her hand. She slapped it out of the way.
“My turn, Cariboo,” she growled, not looking up for his reaction.
She didn’t take her attention from her hand slowly stroking his cock. He was rock-hard, throbbing and heavy. Katrin ran her fingers along the smooth, soft skin that moved with her touch, and admired the perfect shape of him.
“Katrin, enough!” Jarvis grabbed her hand before she could stop him. “You’ll make me explode at this rate.”
She giggled, something she hadn’t done in a long time. Although she didn’t fight him when he pressed his cock to her entrance, she did arch up when he impaled her. He went so deep with his first thrust that once again her world exploded.
Her eyes happened to be open at that moment and she stared deep into Jarvis’. Something shifted. She wasn’t sure what, but even the smell in the air changed. Jarvis began moving, receding and plunging with equal force and speed. They didn’t look away but stared. Katrin drowned in his gaze, knowing as they made love, her world had permanently changed. And there was no turning back.
Chapter Nine
McAllister was out in front of his den talking to someone in a patrol car when Jarvis went downstairs. Jarvis had left Katrin upstairs to shower, sated and happy. He smelled like Katrin, a scent he really enjoyed and planned on getting really accustomed to smelling.
His mate.
There was no way to smell McAllister’s scent through the front window. Jarvis watched the male lean against a patrol car and talk to whoever was inside. He’d been attacked by a human weapon earlier in an effort to get those cops to leave him and Katrin alone. More than likely they were discussing more ways to keep Katrin and him here. But why? He wanted answers now. They had no right to detain either of them.
This wasn’t his den and it wasn’t his pack. He couldn’t howl the law here. Suddenly the walls of the living room seemed to close in around him. No matter how hard McAllister’s human mate had worked to make this a nice den, right now it was nothing more than a cage. He and Katrin needed to get out of here, and soon.
Even before opening the front door and walking over to McAllister, Jarvis knew he’d smell hostility and mistrust. He had guessed accurately.
McAllister straightened when Jarvis approached. There was a lunewulf male sitting in the car.
“Where’s your mate?” the male in the patrol car asked. It was the male who had shot Jarvis and Katrin the day before with the tranquilizers.
“Why do you care?” Jarvis snarled, matching the smell of hostility surrounding the male he approached. He would much rather have continued smelling of Katrin.
“Because she—”
McAllister held up his hand. The male in the patrol car growled but quit speaking. “You brought the two of us to your den and turned it into a cage and ask why I care?” Jarvis snarled, feeling his teeth press against the inside of his mouth.
McAllister took Jarvis’ arm and started away from the patrol car.
“Get your paws off me,” Jarvis growled, yanking his arm free.
The lunewulf started to get out of the car.
“Give us a minute, Beuerlein,” McAllister said and must have forced his emotions under check. He suddenly had no scent.
The air around them only reeked of Jarvis’ anger. He wasn’t quite ready to rein in his emotions. Neither he, nor Katrin, had wronged this pack in any way. It wasn’t their pack, and it never would be. Both of them had honored the rules and ways of everyone who lived here. It was this pack that was wronging them. Maybe they hadn’t killed Katrin yet. But their dishonor was strong, especially when they believed they had to put a werewolf on patrol wherever Katrin might be.
“Jarvis, come over here.” McAllister continued walking away from the other lunewulf but didn’t try touching Jarvis again.
He complied. Following the Cariboo male warily, he sniffed the air. The asshole. Marc had drank a beer with him, howled with him as a friend, then betrayed both him and Katrin by turning his fucking den into a trap. Now McAllister wouldn’t reveal his l
ine of thought by concealing how he smelled. Jarvis didn’t trust him.
Katrin had been smart to run.
“What do you want?” Jarvis sneered under his breath. He had no problem displaying his anger.
McAllister sniffed the air once and stared at Jarvis with hard, cold blue eyes. For a moment he stared across the field toward the tree line beyond his den.
“You think I’m your enemy,” he began.
“You have a strange way of showing friendship,” Jarvis growled.
“Maybe it will smell a bit better here in a bit.”
“How do you figure?” Jarvis demanded. “Are you going to send that patrol car away?”
“I can’t do that,” McAllister said, his low growl barely audible. “At least not yet.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jarvis didn’t see any reason to whisper. He wasn’t in the wrong here and would howl that obvious fact to anyone.
“Don’t you think I understand your pain and anger?” McAllister turned on him, suddenly smelling of all the outrage he’d apparently been stuffing until a moment ago. “Do you think I don’t know what it’s like to love a female your pack condemns?” he snarled.
McAllister grew in size. His body was suddenly too big for his uniform and it stretched taut against bulging muscles.
Jarvis wasn’t daunted. “You would think so,” he said, allowing just as much muscle on him. “But it appears you’ve overcome being mated to a human. Either way, I’m not doing the same. Katrin is a werewolf, the same as you and me.”
“She’s a Malta werewolf, Alger. And I don’t believe you’ve been so buried in those mountains that you don’t know what that means.”
“I know about Malta werewolves. They have powers, can move things, or some such bullshit like that. Katrin hasn’t been chemically altered like those monsters were,” Jarvis yelled, the growl in his throat making his words garbled.
“She severely injured a male out on Toubec’s land,” McAllister roared.
Beuerlein got out of his patrol car but Jarvis ignored him. He stepped into McAllister’s space, his hands fists at his side. “That was self-defense.”
“Cariboo are accepted among this pack,” McAllister warned, his expression fierce with rage. “And the way I hear what happened—”
Jarvis was about done with this Cariboo cop who relied on the howlings of a pack instead of smelling out the truth. He doubted McAllister knew what truth even smelled like.
“As long as their blood is pure,” Jarvis sneered. “I can smell your hypocrisy, werewolf.”
“I doubt you could smell shit!”
“I know what I smell. And trust me, I know when it’s crap.”
“Then you would understand the pain from a male who knows how it feels for his mate not to be accepted.”
Jarvis shook his head. He never thought he’d sniff out a Cariboo, one of his own kind, who ran without his balls.
Beuerlein stood outside the patrol car, hands on hips, watching them. McAllister had pulled Jarvis off to the side of his den but then began howling loud enough to easily be heard. When he’d insisted on talking with Jarvis privately, that should have smelled like a joke. Because it was. McAllister obviously didn’t care who heard what he roared at Jarvis. If McAllister wanted to yell loud enough for others to hear, Jarvis damn well didn’t have a problem doing the same thing.
“Cariboo have lived with honor among the lunewulf here for over a decade,” McAllister was saying. He snapped each word out on a mean roar. “I fought well after first blood many times to keep peace in this pack long before I was mated. I fought to maintain my honor once I mated. And I’m going to keep fighting if that’s what it takes.”
“You’re starting another fight now, in your own God damn den, and after inviting us in,” Jarvis snarled between lengthened teeth clenched together as firmly as he balled his fists at his sides. “It’s what you intended to do all along. There’s nothing honorable about how we’re being treated. You’re creating a fight over Katrin when she hasn’t done anything wrong.”
McAllister took a step closer. “You’re acting like a fucking cub, Alger! I brought you to my den for a reason.”
“I’m sure you did,” Jarvis snapped.
He didn’t back down. If McAllister wanted a fight, he’d give it to him. He wished Katrin wasn’t inside the male’s den though. Jarvis would somehow figure out how to howl to his littermate, because he and Katrin were leaving now. No way were they staying in this male’s den one more night.
“Don’t bare your teeth to me, werewolf. You’re a fucking fool.”
“I’m the fool?” Jarvis roared. “You have no honor! Your den reeks of human so bad I doubt you even know what honor smells like. I’m no fool for wanting Katrin. She is Cariboo and runs with honor and pride!”
“Keep my mate out of this.” McAllister pointed a finger at Jarvis’ chest. “I’m the only Cariboo who’s tried to help you. If you only knew—”
“You put my mate in a cage,” Jarvis roared. He pointed at Beuerlein and the patrol car. “And with a fucking guard watching her as if she might do something to shame your precious fucking lunewulfs. If he tries shooting either of us again, he’ll be the one locked in your home. That’s a fucking promise. You’d be better off putting your mate in a cage than mine. At least mine won’t burn dens to the ground and try killing off our kind!”
The sound that came out of McAllister definitely wasn’t human. The Cariboo leapt forward, and Jarvis knew the full impact of his weight when McAllister bulldozed into him. He was briefly aware of Beuerlein racing at him too. Enough rage burned through his veins. Jarvis had no problem taking on both of them.
He took on McAllister and roared when he threw the male. McAllister went sprawling backward halfway across his yard. Jarvis was surprised that he had the strength to hurl the large Cariboo male that far. In his rage, he didn’t care.
What Jarvis didn’t expect was to go flying backward as well.
“Fucking tail!” he wailed. Jarvis landed very unceremoniously on his butt.
At the same time he heard Katrin scream. She stood just outside the front door to McAllister’s den. He snapped his attention to her, the rage inside him damn near clogging the air so he couldn’t see through the stench of it. Katrin’s hands went to her mouth.
“Katrin,” he whispered.
She stared at him, wide-eyed. She turned her head slowly and looked at McAllister, then returned her attention to Jarvis. McAllister had also landed on his ass, a good twenty feet away. Jarvis was strong and a damn good fighter, but he wasn’t capable of throwing a full-grown male that far across the yard.
Jarvis stared at Katrin. Oh my sweet little Cariboo, what have you done?
Katrin didn’t look away. His rage dissipated enough to smell her sadness and confusion. She began shaking her head just slightly, as if denying what he was beginning to see as the truth.
His adorable little werewolf had broken up their fight by throwing two full-grown Cariboo werewolves across the yard simply by willing it.
Fucking tail!
She continued staring at Jarvis despite the sound of popping gravel in the driveway. A Suburban parked behind the patrol car and Johann Rousseau, the pack leader, got out. A young cub, maybe eight or nine, jumped out of the truck next to his sire. The cub looked at Jarvis and McAllister, confused. Rousseau didn’t look quite as confused.
Jarvis scrambled to his feet, fearing the pack leader had seen more than Jarvis wished he had. McAllister jumped to his feet as well.
“Fucking tail!” Rousseau roared, confirming all fears that he’d witnessed the breakup of their fight.
Jarvis hurried to Katrin. She stood frozen, looking worse than a doe fearing its last breath. Her panicked expression would be burned in his mind forever. He reached Katrin, grabbed her, just as McAllister hurried to his side.
“Tell your mate to run southeast through the hills to a lake. It’s out of Rousseau’s pack territory. She’ll be s
afe there and it’s a good meeting place for you to join her later.” McAllister whispered so fast and low it was hard to grasp what he was saying. “Tell her to run now, before it’s too late.”
Beuerlein was already howling all the details to Rousseau.
Katrin came out of her frozen state and twisted in Jarvis’ arms. He didn’t want to let her go.
“I don’t know what happened,” she began, her fear so strong it was damning. “You attacked him,” she accused McAllister.
Her incisors were long and lightning streaks in her blue eyes made them appear almost silver. Her damp auburn hair, streaked with blonde highlights, was darker in a few places. Her hair fell loose down her back.
“Males fight,” McAllister grumbled.
Jarvis looked at him. The male didn’t smell mad. He smelled worried. The truth hit him hard enough to constrict around his heart. He looked down at Katrin. Beuerlein had almost finished howling everything that had happened since Jarvis walked out of McAllister’s den.
“Go inside,” he whispered to Katrin. “Grab your backpack. Head out the back door and do as McAllister says.”
“But—” she began.
Jarvis put his finger over her lips. They were moist, soft and his heart hurt even more. “Go,” he whispered. “Run, my little Cariboo. Leave here before it’s too late.”
Chapter Ten
It was a small lake. Katrin ran around it twice then walked it a third time. The moon reflected in the placid, inky-black water. The water was still, not one ripple. It contrasted with the turmoil in her brain. Her claws cut deep into the mud-packed bank. After her third time around the small pool of water, all she smelled was her own scent. While walking, searching for release so her brain would be as cool and undisturbed as the body of water she circled, Katrin accepted her tainted scent.
Along with her usual scent—wait, make that her new scent, which was now a mixture of her and Jarvis—there existed the still-dominant sexual aroma. It floated in the air. As she walked she swore if she stared straight ahead, let her gaze go out of focus, she would see waves of sexual yearning she’d left behind in her previous lap around the lake. How many times would she have to circle the lake before thoughts of Jarvis drifted out of her body?
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