Big Wicked Wolf (Shadowpeak Wolves Book 1)

by Sadie Carter

  “W-what?” she asked, and he could hear the arousal in her voice, clouding her ability to think.

  “Has anyone else touched this pussy since me? Have they licked up your sweet juices, plucked these sweet berries?” His hands moved back to her nipples in demonstration. “Have they fucked you, taken your mouth, your pussy, your ass?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “Why not?”

  “What?” she screeched, obviously at the end of her endurance.

  “Why has no one else touched this delectable body?” His hands moved up and down her body, slowly, sensuously. “They wanted to, every man in that bar wanted to fuck you. Why haven’t they?” Soft, creamy, perfect, and she was his. All his.

  “You’re delusional.” Disbelief had her shaking her head.

  He twisted her nipples, making her scream. “So, would you have let them fuck you, Laney?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I didn’t want them to.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t want anyone but you.”

  Satisfaction filled him, rode through his body like a pleasurable drug until he felt as if he were king of the world. No feeling had ever rivaled this, not even becoming Alpha.

  “Why didn’t you want anyone but me?” he asked, determined to get it all.

  “Fuck you, Cooper. Damn it!”

  He chuckled. “Don’t you mean, ‘fuck me, Cooper’? Why didn’t you want anyone but me touching you, Laney?”

  “Because I’m yours! Happy now?”

  “Oh yes.”

  He flipped her until she knelt on the bed, her knees on either side of his head as he slid down to lie on his back. Her pussy was in perfect alignment with his hungry mouth.

  “Cooper?” He heard her need for assurance, could hear the worry, the embarrassment in her voice.

  “Just hold on to the headboard, baby. Let me do all the work.” He reached up and pulled the outer lips of her pussy open, revealing the glistening lips inside. A drop of dew fell onto his lips, and he licked it up, humming in pleasure.

  “You’re beautiful, so pink and wet. I want to savor this, savor the way you look, your smell, your taste.”

  She made a small sound of protest, attempting to thrust her hips backward, out of his reach. But he clasped her around the hips, easily holding her in place.

  “Laney?” he asked.

  “N-nothing.”

  “Not nothing, tell me. I won’t accept secrets between us.”

  “It’s not a secret,” she said, and he smiled at the exasperation in her voice. “It’s just, well, no one’s ever, and what if you don’t like it, what if I can’t—”

  He interrupted her nervous chatter the best way he knew how by pulling her down to his mouth and licking the glistening cream from her pussy. He slid his tongue up and down her slit. Exploring her folds thoroughly, he chased every drop of dew she produced. Her taste was sweet, her cream thick and luscious.

  Avoiding her clit for the moment, his tongue circled her opening before flicking across it. Lapping at her gently, he pushed just the tip of his tongue inside her, reveling in her cries of ecstasy.

  Holding her still when she began to thrust her hips back and forth, he slowly drove his tongue inside her. Using just one hand to hold her, he circled her clit with his thumb while he slid his tongue in and out of her passage.

  Cooper felt her thighs quiver, her breath quicken, and knew she was close.

  He used the thumb of his left hand to flick at the underside of her clit, slid his tongue like a tiny cock in and out of her pussy. She moistened further, her sweet taste and earthy smell surrounding him, drawing him into her web as he marveled at how responsive she was.

  Sweet heaven, she was simply to die for. He flicked her clit firmly until she screamed her release.

  Laney was shocked by the depth of her orgasm. It overwhelmed her, drawing her into a vortex where she was robbed of all her senses, and all that was left was complete and total pleasure.

  Coming back to earth, she found herself lying on her back on the bed, her breath coming in sharp pants, her skin so sensitized that it hurt to move. The mattress suddenly dipped, and she opened her eyes to find Cooper kneeling naked between her legs. Dear Lord, she didn’t even remember him stripping. He looked magnificent kneeling there, bronzed skin glistening in the sunlight, his body long and lean, without an inch of fat to mar the perfection. It was enough to make her drool.

  Her gaze traveled over his broad shoulders, down his long chest to where his cock stood at attention, full and throbbing, a tiny drop of precum at its slit.

  “Jesus,” she whispered. “Cooper, you’ve killed me, I can’t move. But I want…” She licked her lips. She remembered the taste of him, craved it with a sinful intensity.

  “What do you want, sweet? Tell me.” He grabbed his thick cock and started massaging it, making her whimper.

  “You. I want you. Please, Cooper, now.”

  “Hmm, let me think…”

  “Cooper,” she wailed as he grinned down at her, looking totally unrepentant.

  His strength was enormous. She knew those bare hands could easily break her bones, yet this strong, dangerous man was treating her as if she were fragile, delicate, precious.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “I’m too small,” she murmured, a blush covering her face as she used a hand to try to cover her breasts.

  “Excuse me?” He raised an eyebrow, gazing down at her. She gestured toward her body.

  “I’m small. I have no curves, no boobs. I don’t see how you find me attractive.”

  He let out a long, heavy sigh before climbing off the bed. Laney squeezed her eyes shut, burrowing her head in the pillow. Idiot. Why had she pointed out her faults? Stupid, stupid.

  “Up you get, sweet.” She gasped as he easily picked her up, moving her over to stand in front of the wardrobe. A full-length mirror covered the door, and she quickly tried to cover herself in embarrassment. He tickled her side, making her jump. Turning, she glared at him.

  “Keep your arms at your sides.” Cooper shook his head before turning her back around to face the mirror. “Put your right foot on this chair, baby.” While she’d been drowning in disappointment, he’d pulled over a chair from the corner of the room.

  “Why?” She looked at it warily.

  “Because it makes it easier for me to touch you.” Laney did as he asked, aware that she was now exposed, vulnerable. She immediately blushed a shade of red guaranteed to stop traffic.

  “Now the rules are—no covering yourself and no looking away from the mirror.” Standing behind her, he was tall enough that he could easily see over her head. Laney watched as he gazed down at her naked body, his look of intense hunger easing her embarrassment.

  “Touch your breasts. Play with your nipples. I want to see you squeeze them, see you bring yourself pleasure.” Laney took a sharp breath. She wanted to please him, to please herself. So she moved her hands to her breasts, surprised by the zing of sensation. She tweaked her nipples softly, then harder, experimenting with the feel.

  “Never touched yourself before, have you, sweet?” There was surprise in Cooper’s voice, as well as heat. Laney met his blazing hazel eyes in the mirror. She shook her head.

  “Now run your right hand down your stomach, uh-uh, keep your eyes open and watch yourself. Tug lightly at the hair covering your mound.” Laney let his low, silken voice swirl through her body, caressing her from the inside out.

  “By the way, I love that little landing strip. Don’t ever wax it off, you hear me?” She shook her head, willing to promise him anything at that moment as she pulled lightly on her well-trimmed pubic hair.

  “Slip a finger through your folds. Are you wet, sweet?” She nodded, shivering. With her leg raised, she could easily swirl her fingers up and down her slit.

  “Raise that finger to my lips, yummmm.” Her breathing quickened as she watched him close his
eyes, his face clearly showing his pleasure as he sucked her cream from her finger.

  “Back down you go, sweet.” His hand guided hers, moving her fingers to the top of her folds. She arched her back as her fingers flicked the tight bundle of nerves there.

  “Feel that? Feel your clit. It’s full, engorged, erect, and waiting to be massaged. I want you to continue flicking it just like that. But don’t close your eyes.” He slapped her ass as she’d begun to do just that.

  “Watch yourself. How do you look? How do I look at you?”

  She looked at herself in the mirror, jolting in shock at the tousled, sexy woman looking back at her. This woman was hot, smoking hot. This woman was made for loving and boy did she want it. With one hand, she reached back and grasped the hard erection pressing into her lower back. She squeezed it, grinning as Cooper groaned.

  He shook his head at her, stepping back.

  “You do that, sweet, and I’m not going to last. I want to come inside you.” Before she could protest, a thick finger began to enter her passage. Slowly it moved, so slowly she found herself sobbing with desperate need.

  “Cooper,” she cried out in shock. Her finger stopped moving on her clit as she concentrated on the thick digit moving in and out of her sheath.

  “Shh, baby. Keep moving that finger of yours, keep watching yourself. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come.”

  “But I want you inside me,” she wailed, even as she did as he ordered.

  “Soon, for now just watch and feel, watch and feel.” Another finger entered her, stretching her tight walls. Her clit felt impossibly sensitive as she swirled her finger around it. His fingers pulsed gently inside her until her womb clenched, her orgasm rushing over her, enveloping her whole body in a hot cocoon of ecstasy.

  She watched as she came. And when she saw how beautiful she was at that moment, something inside her unfurled. She would have collapsed had Cooper not caught her with his free arm, and still, he continued to pump in and out of her, her muscles clamping down on him hard.

  “How are you doing, sweet? Talk to me, tell me how you feel.”

  “Please, Coop, I need more. I need you” She wiggled her hips.

  “Anything you ask for, sweet. Move to the bed, on your hands and knees.”

  She did as he asked her. She turned to look over her shoulder in shock, watching as he massaged his full cock, smearing the silky drop of precum over its head. She whimpered as he grinned at her.

  “Eager, baby?”

  “Oh God, Cooper, you have no idea. Now, will you stop messing around and fuck me?”

  “You only had to ask, sweet.”

  Her snort of disbelief turned into a groan of satisfaction as he pressed his cock into her tight passage. She arched back into him, pressing more of him inside her, delighting in the full cock rubbing against her sensitive nerve endings.

  Laney whimpered as he thrust in and out, his cock brushing over that special spot inside her, tormenting her.

  Her legs spread wider of their own accord. “Cooper,” she wailed.

  “Shh, baby, don’t fight it, let it take you.” His scent was driving her wild. It had become sharper, sexier, and fiercely intense. Laney could feel his scent claiming her as his touch did, marking her, possessing her. She was his, and he was leaving neither of them in any doubt about that fact.

  He remained on his knees behind her, but one hand moved to play with her clit. That was enough to send her soaring, to make her burn up in flames, and she cried her joy aloud. Her orgasm went on and on, drawn out by his continued thrusting until he came inside her, his hot semen shooting into her.

  It was then that it happened—her soul moved, shifted, reached up to join with his. Colors swirled, glittering like jewels all around them, twirling fast, as though she were trapped on an out-of-control merry-go-round. Finally, she was thrown off and, landing hard, slipped off into unconsciousness.

  * * * * *

  “I didn’t really believe you. I thought you were wrong.” Laney felt puzzled, confused. She’d awoken a few minutes ago, shocked to find the true mate bond had formed between them. It was shaky, fragile but that was to be expected. It could take days, sometimes weeks for a mate bond to fully form. Once it did, the mating bond would allow them to sense thoughts, emotions, even communicate.

  “Why did you leave me if we’re mates?” She hated the hurt tone in her voice, hated that she was so open to him, so vulnerable. But it was something she needed to know. She might have pushed him away, but why hadn’t he fought harder for her? Old insecurities reared up, throwing her back into the past.

  You’re weak. Stupid, undesirable. Small and weak.

  “Hey, hey, hey.” Cooper gently turned her face up to look at him. “What on earth are you thinking about?” His voice, a silken drawl, weaved its way around her heart, soothing her nerves, her old wounds, even as his body clasped her close. She felt protected, cherished.

  “I would have come back, sweetness, had I known. The pack was unstable, volatile, but I would have left it. For my mate.”

  His words had her frowning once again. “Why didn’t you know? Why didn’t it happen before when we… you know?” She looked up from where she lay against his chest, her fingers playing softly in the dark hair surrounding his nipples.

  She was his mate, his true mate, something so rare that she’d never dreamed she would find hers. Finding her true mate was a magical thing. He would complete the other half of her soul. Together they were stronger than they were apart.

  He tapped her head. “Earth to sweet, pick up please, it’s your mate calling.”

  “Are you always going to be such a smart-ass?” she asked, exasperated.

  “Probably,” he replied without apology.

  “I said, even though you rudely ignored me, that I used a condom last time and that is why we never bonded. I didn’t realize you were my mate. I think subconsciously I knew because I couldn’t stop thinking of you, but there was so much going on here that I pushed aside my instincts.”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh? Is that all you have to say about the most perfect night of your life?”

  Laney pushed herself up onto one elbow so she could stare down at him. “Was that what this was? Huh, and I didn’t even know. Can we repeat it so I can commit it to memory?”

  He flipped her onto her back, hovering over her, his weight resting on his hands.

  “As many times as you want, sweet,” he crooned, a wicked glint in his eyes as he showed her just how memorable he could be.

  Over, and over, and over again.

  Chapter Eight

  Cooper heard them enter the house. He could have risen and left the room before they got there. But he didn’t want to. He wanted to lie here, holding his mate. Their bonding was complete. Nothing could come between them now, not even her brothers.

  He’d bought them as much time as he could to settle things between them, sending her brothers off on errands. He’d insisted Laney stay with him in case she grew ill again. It was sneaky of him, but he didn’t feel guilty. None of them had known if she was completely recovered, so it hadn’t been a lie.

  But he did move the blankets up to cover her completely before they bounded their way into the bedroom, the door slamming open loud enough to wake even Laney from her deep sleep.

  Poor sweet, she obviously hadn’t been sleeping well, having no one to watch her back. Well, that would all change now. He was going to insist that she take care of herself. Of course, first, he had to survive the beating her brothers were intent on inflicting.

  Laney sat up with a gasp. Cooper gently pushed her back down behind him, so his body covered hers.

  “What’s happen— Oh my God,” she gasped as she saw the three furious male werewolves enter the room. She must have remembered her nakedness because he heard her gasp again before pulling the sheet around to cover herself, which bared more of Cooper’s body. Not that he cared—like most werewolves, he was unconcerned about his nu
dity.

  Cooper figured that she didn’t want to incite their rage further. He, on the other hand, didn’t care. He’d been itching for this fight since she’d told him she was Zachary’s daughter. Where did her brothers fit into all of this? And why the hell had they had let her leave by herself? They should have gone with her, protected her, watched over her.

  “We trusted you with her,” Marcus, the middle brother and the most hot-headed, took a step toward the bed, his fists clenched in rage.

  “That’s our sister you’re fucking, Brady!”

  “Jay!” Cooper heard Laney gasp, obviously shocked by her normally easy-going brother’s rage. She tried to sit up, but Cooper just pushed her back before rising to draw on his pants, more for her peace of mind than any sense of modesty.

  “Let’s take this outside, shall we?” he drawled. His gaze locked on Reed’s, who had yet to say anything.

  “Take what outside? Nobody’s taking anything anywhere. Reed! What are you doing barging in here?” Laney tried to get out of bed, but the sheet she was clasping as though it were a lifeline simply wouldn’t move with her.

  “Stay there, Laney. I’ll be back soon.” Leaning down to kiss her, he ignored the low growls from the furious men behind him.

  “Cooper! Don’t be stupid, stay here. You three get out of here so I can dress, then I’ll explain everything. But get out!”

  “Explain everything? Like how the Alpha took advantage of you while you were fragile and recuperating? Get dressed, Laney, and then wait inside. We’ll be back to get you shortly.” Cooper noticed that Reed didn’t once look at his sister while speaking to her, his eyes watched Cooper’s every movement. Cooper moved slowly, not wanting the fight to start in front of Laney. He gestured toward the door.

  “After you.” As the three brothers filed out, Cooper turned back at the doorway to give Laney a stern look.

  “Stay there, sweet,” he ordered. “I mean it.” Turning, he left before she could reply, no doubt in his mind that she would obey him.

  “Stay there, Laney. Wait inside, Laney. Good Laney, have a treat, woof-woof, what do they think I am? Their damn pet Chihuahua?” Laney raced around the room trying to find some clothes to wear, muttering to herself. She finally gave up on finding her clothes, instead dressing in one of Cooper’s t-shirts, which fell nearly to her knees.