Wolf Pack Complete Series : Mate (Silver Mountain Wolf Pack), Alpha Bait (Russian Wolf Pack One) and Wild (Russian Wolf Pack Two)
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“I’m taking him back,” the white wolf said to Sam, who nodded.
“I think they’ll take care of everything out here. Go on.”
Wild nestled into his mate’s chest, the white wolf’s heartbeat pounding, and shut his eyes.
“I love you,” Caleb growled as he set off through the trees.
“Do you two do anything but get in trouble?” Dr. Richards scolded as he bandaged Wild’s wound.
Caleb had cleaned up, but the lines around his eyes were still drawn and tight. “We had to get rid of the hunters. How’s his arm?”
Wild wiggled his fingers experimentally. They moved, but it still tingled as if he’d slept on it wrong.
“Nerve damage,” Dr. Richards said with a frown. “It should repair itself, seeing how resilient we are.”
“How long?” Wild asked and set his lips into a line. He didn’t want to slow down his mate if he could help it.
The man pushed up his glasses and mopped his forehead with a handkerchief. “It went all the way through the muscle, unlike Caleb’s. I’d say a month or more. It should be healed by summer, at least.”
The white wolf nodded, and the doctor gave them instructions to care for the wound before he left.
The little wolf’s eyes dipped shut and a breeze blew across his face from the open window. The forest smelled of fresh green things, sawdust, smoked meat and the slight odor of all the animals that lived within it. Now they’d be safe from the hunter’s bolts, hopefully forever.
Caleb stepped back into the room about twenty minutes later, a platter of sandwiches in his hands. “I thought you’d be hungry.”
“Yeah, I am.”
He sat next to Wild and frowned at the bandage around the little wolf’s arm, his face pinched as if the wound afflicted him instead. “You attacked the hunter head on,” he said as he lifted a sandwich to the little wolf’s mouth.
Wild took a large bite and chewed thoughtfully. “I had to. I was protecting you.”
Caleb’s lip twitched, and the little wolf waited for his lecture. He shouldn’t have attacked the hunter all on his own. He should’ve let the white wolf help. Instead, the man leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Thank you.”
“That’s it?” he asked and blinked.
The white wolf nodded. “You protected me – what else should I say?”
The little wolf smiled at his mate. “Did you mean it?”
“What?” the white wolf asked, his brow furrowed.
Had Wild imagined it or did his mate actually forget? “You said you lo–”
The man’s lips smothered his with a kiss, sizzling across the little wolf’s body like a fire. “Of course I meant it. I’m a damn coward for not saying it sooner. I love you.”
That was good enough for him – almost.
Wild’s arm healed over the next month. Like his leg, it ached dully from time to time, but it wasn’t anything serious. Dr. Richards said even that would fade eventually.
The little wolf dangled his feet into the water and waited for Caleb to get back from the store. Things had been strangely peaceful since they’d defeated the hunters. Even the Eurasian pack hadn’t given them any problems. Sam said they were willing to call another truce, but Wild wasn’t about to step in their territory and push it – not now that he had his mate.
Over the last month, any sign of the previous winter faded away. New growth burst from every tree and bush. A whole new collection of wild flowers littered the ground, and the little wolf collected them daily for Caleb. The white wolf always smiled at the new bouquet and thanked him with a kiss.
A ray of late afternoon sunshine fell through the trees and warmed Wild’s golden skin, his chest bare. His stomach flipped when he heard the truck rumbling up the drive – that’d be him.
Sure enough, Caleb climbed out of the truck and glanced around the yard. When he caught the little wolf’s eye, his lips slid into an easy smile. He smiled like that a lot more lately.
“So?” Wild asked and stepped up to his mate.
The man held out a wad of bills and placed them in the little wolf’s palm. “Twelve hundred. They said your carving was impeccable.”
He shoved the money in his pocket and grinned. “That’s not what I was talking about. I meant tonight. Are you ready?”
Caleb furrowed his brow, then comprehension dawned in his pale eyes. “Oh, tonight. Are you sure you feel up to it?”
Wild rolled his shoulder and nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine – it’s been over a month already.”
“All right. Let me change and we can—”
The little wolf’s fingers groped across his mate’s chest, pulling the buttons of the man’s shirt out one by one. “You can do that out here,” he said, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Caleb’s collarbone.
Hands slipped through his hair, and a throaty moan escaped his mate’s lips. “You really are in a hurry.”
Wild grinned up at him as he yanked at the man’s zipper. “It’s been ages! We’ve never really done it properly before.”
The white wolf’s chest rumbled with laughter. “You don’t think so?”
Caleb’s body lit an inferno across Wild’s chest as he tugged the jeans over the man’s hips and thick thighs. “No. But we can finally make up for it tonight.”
The white wolf stepped out of his clothes, kicking his boots and socks aside, and tossing his shirt onto the hood of the truck. “And what about you?” he growled and ran his hands over Wild’s taut ass.
The sweats were loose and he didn’t wear boxers underneath – it was annoying enough with one layer. Two would be unbearable. “I’m ready. Like always.”
The white wolf nudged down the thin material as his lips slipped across Wild’s, their tongues flicking out to meet in the middle. The little wolf groaned under the touch, his nerves prickling with electricity at every caress. It was so close to perfect it hurt.
Then Caleb’s calloused palm ran down his back and over his slender hips. “Who says I want to wait?” the man grumbled into Wild’s mouth as the smaller wolf kicked off the sweats.
Wild grinned. “Who says you have a choice? If you want me, you’ll have to catch me.”
His body shifted and bent into his wolf form, just as the sun dipped behind the mountain, bathing the cabin in twilight. Then Wild sprinted toward the forest, her depths promising new adventures, as his mate charged after him. They darted over rocks and around trees – giving into the pull of their instincts, the allure of the woods.
Overhead, the dim outline of the full moon shone down, and the little wolf let out a playful howl – beckoning his mate closer and closer, until they became one.
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