She squirmed and wriggled underneath him, but he was relentless. He placed a trail of ticklish kisses over the curve of her stomach, and played his fingers in the dark curls between her legs…then moved to the insides of her thighs, licking and nipping. Her pussy tingled, and she moaned, desperate to feel the heat of his mouth and the sweep and flicker of his clever tongue against her most sensitive flesh.
He continued to torment her, moving closer and closer to her core until she had her fingers curled tightly in his hair and was pleading with him breathlessly. She was sure she felt him smile against her inner thigh before at last he moved his mouth to her slick, pulsing core.
He French-kissed her pussy, dipping his tongue inside her and sweeping it over her clit in tight, intense spirals that had her hovering on the brink of orgasm, pulling his hair and arching her hips against his face. Her thighs trembled and a shivery sensation of arousal feathered over her skin, making her cry out helplessly.
As he upped the pace, lapping relentlessly, he plunged two fingers inside her, and she came in a powerful, throbbing wave of bliss, crying out and clamping her thighs against his ears.
When the spasms of her orgasm had faded, he sat up laughing breathlessly, his mouth and chin shiny with her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before pinning her underneath him again and kissing her. His mouth pressed firmly against hers and she could taste herself on his lips.
Then he rolled her over so that she was straddling him. She braced herself with her palms on his chest and looked down at him. He was so incredibly beautiful, with his hair mussed and tousled, still slightly out of breath.
She rolled her hips, grinding her still-throbbing pussy against his thick erection, and felt a rush of primal power as he groaned and grasped her hips in his big hands, thrusting up to meet her. His length slid easily between her slick folds, and she bit her lip, groaning at the bolt of sensation the contact sent through her.
Miles echoed her with a low moan that ended on a growl as he rocked his pelvis against her, and when she rose on her knees he eagerly fitted the head of his cock to her slick entrance.
Dakota worked her way down over him, inch by intoxicating inch, Miles’s impressive girth stretching her deliciously. As she began to move, he squeezed and stroked her hips, guiding her movements. Each time she drew back, she allowed the tip of his cock to oh-so-nearly slip from the heat of her body before grinding back down on him, pressing their bodies intimately together and moving her hips in a sinuous figure-eight that made Miles gasp and curse.
Even though she wanted to take it slowly, the feeling of his cock inside her and the firm muscles of his chest beneath her palms stole her self-control. She started to move faster, rising and falling over him, his twitching length driving inside her harder as he thrust to meet each roll of her hips.
She realized she was crying out in time with the movements of her body, mewling each time he pushed fully inside her, then panting and shuddering as he withdrew. He twisted his head against the pillow, giving a feral groan that told her he was about to come, and she tumbled over the edge with him.
Miles gripped her hips with bruising pressure as he thrust up into her once, twice, then shouted hoarsely as orgasm ripped through him. The wildness in his voice was too much, and her cunt clutched fiercely around him as she collapsed against his chest, moaning and writhing through the soul-deep spasms of their shared climax.
Chapter Nineteen
A few days later, Dakota had Miles drive her to Anthea’s cave. She was carrying a basket of freshly baked muffins.
When they arrived, she got out and walked over to Anthea and Bryant, who were sitting on a small glacial boulder and chewing on honeycombs. Several bear cubs were nearby, racing up and down towering pine trees with a speed that made Dakota dizzy. She’d always admired the climbing ability of bears. A little further off, she saw their parents in human form, picking berries and putting them in baskets to make jam. One of the Stoney Creek Clan’s main businesses was selling honey from their hives, and home-made jam.
Miles sat in the truck, favoring Dakota with a lazy grin. Things were finally turning around for them. The shifters in the eastern territory hadn’t dared show their faces in town, and there hadn’t been a death challenge in almost a week now.
The cubs had been delighted to move in with Naomi and Baldwin, because Naomi loved to cook and read them stories, and Baldwin was teaching them all how to carve wood and shoot bows and arrows. They even put up with Dakota coming over every day to do their schoolwork with them, and Miles had agreed to open the school back up next week if there were no new attacks.
Dakota was staying with Miles, but they’d agreed to take it day by day. The only fly in the ointment was the need to tell Miles the truth about her identity, but for now Dakota felt like she was living in paradise, and she didn’t want to spoil it.
Bryant elbowed Anthea in the ribs. “Your weird friend is back. Why is she back?”
“Greetings,” Dakota said. “And thank you. And by the way, it took me a few days to figure it out, but I know what you guys did. I am totally on to you.”
Anthea and Bryant glanced at each other. “You never told me the she-wolf was crazy,” Bryant said.
“You guys set up the whole running away thing with Sarah, to force me and Miles to get back together. Sarah was never even alone. Anthea was with her the whole time.”
“Sarah told you that, did she?” Anthea said, and spat out a mouthful of wax.
“Of course not,” Dakota scoffed. “Sarah’s not the type to confess her misdeeds. It’s just obvious. Bryant refusing to help me search and then throwing us all out so I’d have to go to Miles for help? Anthea conveniently being gone at the same time that Sarah ran off?”
“Maybe I just refused to help you search because I’m an asshole,” Bryant suggested. “Ask around. You’ll find out that’s the general consensus.”
“He is,” Anthea assured her. “Huge asshole. None huger. Known him all my life.”
“And furthermore,” Dakota continued, ignoring their objections, “Sarah would never run away and leave her younger brother and sisters. Also, they were all way too calm about the whole thing. If she’d really abandoned them like that, they would have been freaking out. They were in on it too. So thank you.”
She thrust the basket of muffins at them.
“Here’s some assorted fresh-baked muffins as a thank you.”
Anthea and Bryant glanced at the basket. They glanced at her. They looked at the basket again.
“Oh, for God’s sake, Naomi baked them!” Dakota said in exasperation.
“Well, why didn’t you say so?” Anthea cried, grabbing at the basket at the same time that Bryant said “Cool! Muffins!” and shoved his hand into the basket, grabbing two of them.
“Yeah, yeah, Naomi’s the domestic goddess,” Dakota said, rolling her eyes.
She looked over at the truck, where Miles had been hanging out the window, and saw that he was laughing his ass off, the bastard.
“Are you laughing at me?” she yelled. He didn’t bother to answer, just threw back his head and howled.
“Naomi is thinking of opening a bakery in town, you’ll be happy to hear,” she added. “And no, I won’t be helping her cook.”
Anthea gave her a thumbs up and smiled, her mouth full of muffin.
“Good plan,” she said, and a piece of muffin fell out of her mouth onto her lap.
“Just for that, I’m telling everyone that you guys are super nice and a couple of big softies who love hugs,” Dakota said loftily, and turned to go.
“She knows if she does that I’ll make her pelt into a rug, right?” Bryant said to his sister as Dakota walked away.
* * * * *
A few more days passed, and everything stayed peaceful. A new bus full of shifters pulled into town…and didn’t even bother to stop, just headed straight into the eastern territory. Apparently the troublemakers had been warned, and they knew better than to t
ry anything.
One evening, after Dakota had helped the kids do their homework, she was walking back to her cabin when Jefferson walked up to her and handed her a note. It was from Macy.
I need to talk to you tonight, the note said. I think David is cheating on me. Can you come meet me at the bar now?
She felt a bolt of fury shoot through her. She knew what it felt like to be cheated on. Which skanky wench would do that to Macy? Macy might be small in shifter form, but she was pretty fierce. Maybe one of the new arrivals?
It didn’t matter. She would not let her friend be treated like that. “Son of a bitch,” she hissed. “I will skin him alive.”
“Everything okay?” Jefferson asked.
“Is Miles here? I need a ride into town.”
“He’s still working on the job site. I can give you a ride if you want.”
She didn’t want to interrupt Miles; he was helping to build a cabin for a family who’d arrived a few weeks ago.
“That’ll work,” she said, and they headed over to Jefferson’s car.
The whole way there, she sat and fumed. What was David thinking? Macy was awesome. Macy was amazing. Why did some men have to think with their dicks?
To her surprise, when she got there, the Watering Hole was empty. She walked in and looked around in confusion. The bar should have been packed.
Instead she saw that only one table had been set, and there were two place settings on it, with a big juicy prime rib on each china plate.
She looked around and saw David washing off a table top with a wet rag. She stormed over and grabbed him by the neck with one hand.
“Cheat on my friend, will you!” she yelled, squeezing hard. He flailed his arms in panic as his face turned red.
Macy rushed out from the kitchen. “Dakota, no! He isn’t cheating on me! I just said that to make sure you’d come here right away!” she cried.
“Urk?” David made a strangling noise and gestured at his neck.
Dakota let go of him at once. “Oh, David, I am so sorry.” Then she looked at Macy. “What the hell, Macy? I nearly murdered your mate.”
David gave Macy a wounded look, rubbing his neck and backing away from Dakota. “Why would you tell her that? You know I’d never cheat on you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“You got that right,” Macy agreed. “But I had to make it sound urgent.”
Miles strode out of the kitchen, and he had a huge grin on his face.
“What’s happening, and why are you guys all acting weird? Why is the restaurant empty? Guys, where are you going?” Macy and David were hurrying out the side door.
“It’s just you and me,” Miles said. “I booked the whole bar.” He gestured at her to take a seat, and she sank down into her chair, surprised.
“For me?” she said, looking around.
“Of course, for you,” he said. She turned back to look at him, and he was down on one knee.
“I want you to be with me for the rest of my life,” he said. “I know that with you by my side, I’ll be strong enough to face anything that comes at me. I want my claiming mark on your neck, so that every man who looks at you knows I’m the luckiest wolf alive. And I want your claiming mark on my neck, so that every woman knows she shouldn’t even bother trying, because I am happily hitched.”
“You…you want…” She felt as if all the air had been sucked from the room.
“Jamie Roberts, will you be my mate?”
She should have told him the truth, right then, right there, but she didn’t.
There seemed to be only one word she was capable of uttering.
“Yes,” she breathed.
He glanced at the windows. The curtains were drawn; nobody could see in. His breathing grew heavy, and he moved closer to her –then swept both of the dishes off the sturdy oak table with a crash. He picked her up and put her on the table top.
“Miles, there’s a whole restaurant full of empty tables,” she protested.
“Yeah, but it’s more dramatic this way,” he said. “Shut up, woman – don’t ruin the moment.” But a smile played on his lips.
He reached over, grabbed the front of her shirt, and ripped it open.
“I’m claiming you now,” he growled.
Chapter Twenty
She melted in his arms as they kissed. It wasn’t gentle or exploratory, it was just a raw expression of need. You’re mine. I’m yours. And our bodies know it.
She moaned throatily as he slipped off her shoes and yanked down her pants, throwing her clothes over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. He stripped off his own clothes just as quickly until they were both gloriously naked, pressed against each other as they touched and tasted and claimed.
Dakota turned and gave him her back. Between wolves, that was a big deal. A sign of absolute trust – and she did trust him. No matter what, she knew Miles would always keep her safe, as part of his pack. As his mate.
He crowded up close behind her, sandwiching her between his hot, muscular body and the cool surface of the table pressing into her lower belly.
She could feel his warm breath puffing against the nape of her neck, stirring the fine hairs, and it sent shivers of anticipation over her skin. He pushed his hips against her backside, letting her feel the rigid length of his erection, telling her without words how much he wanted her.
Dakota arched her back, offering him access to her pussy. She was beyond wet and ready for him. She moaned her approval as he wrapped her hair around his fist and pushed her down against the table top, then kicked her feet apart, opening her to him still further.
The table top was cold, and her pebbled nipples pressed against its varnished surface. It flickered across her mind that she’d probably never be able to eat here again without blushing like a maniac – or without her panties getting damp.
Miles lined the head of his cock up with her wet slit and rubbed up and down, lubricating himself with her juices and teasing her – so close to pushing inside her, but holding back; tormenting them both. She moaned and wriggled back against him, and he gave a low growl and tugged on her hair, holding her still.
Then he slid slowly inside her, exerting rigid control, making her ache for him with every stiff inch. Dakota groaned, her fingers squeaking on the varnished table top as she sought for purchase and pushed back against him.
Miles wrapped his arm around her hip and played with her clit as he thrust in and out of her. Each stroke of his cock hit her G-spot, stealing her breath away. As he pumped into her wet, willing body, he flicked and circled his fingers, driving her higher and higher towards a blistering, mind-shattering orgasm.
She writhed helplessly as hot, shivery waves of bliss washed over her and her pussy clenched around his cock, milking a wild groan from him. As he pumped rapidly into her, drawing out the last spasms of her crisis, his weight pressed against her back and she felt the sharp edges of his teeth against her throat.
She twisted her head to the side, exposing her throat, panting as the aftershocks of her orgasm shuddered through her. Miles bit down, the faint coppery scent of blood reaching her nostrils and the sting in the flesh of her throat shooting straight to her pussy as he marked her.
She was still high on his mark, her skin singing with sensitivity, when she felt Miles’s cock slip out of her. He turned her and cupped her face between his hands, gazing into her eyes. His expression was intense and possessive, and she knew his blood was thrumming with the significance of the moment, just as hers was.
Miles dipped his head and kissed her tenderly, then he lifted her back onto the table, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist so he could slide back inside her in one strong, purposeful thrust.
She twined her arms around his neck as he fucked her, moaning and burying her face in the sweat-damp crook of his neck. He smelled so good – musky and masculine; of clean sweat and of home.
Miles groaned and shuddered – it was obvious that he was close to coming, barely
holding back. His skin was fever-hot and his breathing was ragged. His biceps bunched and flexed, his arms caging her in on either side, and he gave a fractured moan that told her he was about to lose control. A sense of raw power swept through her, and with it the fierce, undeniable desire to claim him as her mate.
As Miles came inside her, groaning his release, Dakota sank her teeth into his neck. The thick, metallic taste of blood flooded her tastebuds and Miles’s groan fractured into a broken shout of triumph and pleasure.
They slowly came back to themselves, sore and sticky with sweat but utterly blissed out, Dakota’s stomach grumbled. She felt a fleeting sense of embarrassment, but Miles just helped her to sit upright and kissed her soundly.
“I guess I shouldn’t have thrown our dinner on the floor,” he said sheepishly. “I’d heard that claiming left you pretty hungry.”
Dakota laughed. “We’re in a restaurant,” she reminded him. “I’m sure I can rustle something up.”
She had to laugh again at the look of abject horror on his face.
Chapter Twenty-One
The next morning, the Early Bird restaurant was packed, but Dakota, Miles, Naomi, Baldwin and the cubs managed to find a table. The claiming mark on Dakota’s neck ached pleasantly, and she glowed with pride as she stroked it with her fingers.
“Eww, gross,” Sarah said to her. “Stop it. You’ve got that ‘I’m in love’ look on your face, and I’m about to eat.”
Bryant and Anthea sat across the room from them with a bear family, devouring enormous mountains of pancakes. Bears had huge appetites.
“I’m going to have twelve pancakes,” John announced, looking over the menu. “Look, I can read the menu! Kind of. I know they have pancakes.”
“That’s because they have a picture of pancakes,” Mary said, and stuck her tongue out at him. He tried to hit her, and Dakota yanked her out of her chair.
“No hitting, or no breakfast. John, I am proud that you’re learning to read. And you will start with two pancakes and some bacon, and if you finish them, you can have some more.” She set Mary back in her seat.
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