Legacy of the Wolf [The Gray Pack 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lori King

  “Yeah, like I want you thinking about other women. Not a chance,” Shandi said with a vehement shake of her head, and he chuckled.

  “I don’t need any other woman,” he said in a softer, huskier voice that vibrated through her body until it zapped into her clit. His nostrils flared as the scent of her arousal wafted into the air, and she felt the blush climbing her cheeks.

  “Uh-oh. I think that’s our cue to go, girls,” Tawny said with a wink in their direction, and Shandi gave her a relieved smile.

  Rafe dipped his head back down to capture Shandi’s lips with his, and she forgot to even worry about escorting her guests out or saying goodbye. All she cared about was the man holding her close and kissing her with all of his heart and soul. Her blood fired, and her brain shut down as she pressed her body tighter against his.

  She could feel his hard erection pressed against her belly, and she couldn’t resist stroking her hand against it.

  “Careful, angel, or I’ll have you naked and bent over the table.” He groaned against her ear, and she giggled.

  “Ry beat you to it, babe, but maybe we could find somewhere more private? I don’t think the guys are leaving until after the football game,” she said, pulling back a step and looking up into his glowing blue eyes. His desire for her was clear, and she understood now what it meant to smell someone’s arousal. She could smell the musky scent of her own, as well as the spicier scent of his. The whole room seemed full of it.

  He thought for a moment, and then his face broke into a wicked grin. “I’ve got it. Come with me.” Pulling her by the hand back out the back door of the cabin, she heard him send his thoughts to Ryley, and she giggled again.

  Keep everyone busy, Ry. Shandi and I are stepping out for a minute.

  Aww, bro! Why do I have to be the one to play host while you get to play with our mate?

  I got to her first. Shut up and occupy our guests.

  Damn.

  Later, big guy, you and me will find some alone time later.

  A growl of approval went through her brain, but she couldn’t have said whether it was her own, or Ryley’s. She did, however, know that her promise had appeased him, because she no longer felt his irritation, only his love for her, and it warmed her soul. She couldn’t have wiped the grin from her face if she tried, and she had no intention of trying.

  She just let Rafe lead her out the back door and across the yard into his art studio. A shiver of anticipation shot up her spine, and her pussy wept into her panties.

  He flipped the lights on, and letting go of her hand he moved quickly across the room to grab a large painter’s canvas from a shelf. He spread the fabric out on the floor, and then grabbed a small desk lamp from nearby, turning it on and pointing it in the direction of the canvas. He went to a cabinet in the back, where he pulled out a set of paints that looked completely different from the ones sitting next to the painting he was working on, and she was surprised when he didn’t add any brushes to the pile. When he seemed to be all set, he turned back to her and met her gaze. Her breath caught in her throat at the excitement and arousal in his electric-blue eyes.

  “Will you let me paint you?” he asked softly, and her new stronger sense of hearing picked up on his drawn breath. He held it, waiting for her response, and when she tipped her head in a nod he exhaled in a great sigh of relief.

  “How do you want me?” she asked nervously.

  “First we have to get you undressed. I’ve wanted to paint that beautiful body ever since I saw it in person,” he said, and some of his enthusiasm rubbed off on her. A shiver went through her body as she watched him watch her.

  This was essentially her husband, and he wanted to appreciate her body. How could she deny him? Pulling her T-shirt over her head, she quickly dropped it on the stool that he had pleasured her on just the day before.

  It seemed like eons ago, but it was only hours. Her body warmed at the memory of the orgasm from that session, as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the boxers she wore and pulled them down her hips.

  He hissed through his teeth as she bared all for him, and she stood proudly with her hands on her curvy hips while he looked his fill.

  “You’re so beautiful. It almost hurts my eyes,” he whispered, and her insides melted. Reaching out a hand for him, she was instantly relieved when he tugged her against his hard body for a kiss. His hand slid around the nape of her neck, forcing her to tip her head back for him. He possessively kissed her. The breath seemed to evaporate from her lungs, and it felt like he was breathing for her, as their tongues and lips danced.

  Instead of breaking the kiss, he pushed on her shoulders gently, lowering them both to their knees on the spread canvas. His hand left her neck to tangle in her hair, forcing her head back farther, as his lips and teeth followed the line of her throat down to her collarbone. She could feel the canvas and hard concrete floor under her knees, as unforgiving and relentless as his touch on her body. His sharp teeth nipped at her skin, the scratching bringing the blood to the surface and sending wave after wave of pleasure through her.

  “Rafe?” she whispered hesitantly.

  “Soon, angel, I want to enjoy this. Lie down for me on your back.” He moved back to let her do as he asked, and once she was on her back, he began to position her. She relaxed all of her muscles, allowing him to move her around like a doll, trusting him completely. Every time he gripped a part of her body in his massive hands, a tremor of lust shot through her belly. She was hedonistically attracted to his manhandling, and it surprised her.

  Rafe spread her hair around her, letting a few of the long red locks drape over her chest and breasts haphazardly. She felt wanton and decadent as he stared at her bared breasts for several moments reverently. His callused fingers’ tips pinched one of the turgid tips, and her entire body bowed upward with the sensation. Removing his fingers from her breasts, he pulled her thighs slightly apart, and bent one of her knees. His palm pressed firmly against the back of her stretched leg, and he slid it smoothly downward, all the way to the arch of her foot. He massaged that sensitive spot for just a moment, before he shifted his body to fill the void between her thighs. Then he pulled her hands upward, until they were pressed into her spread hair, just above her head.

  “Keep your hands above your head. Don’t move.” he said, and she shivered again at the harsh tone of dominance in his voice. A prickle of nerves skittered through her mind, and he stroked his hands gently down her body. “I would never hurt you, angel. Trust me.”

  “I trust you,” she said honestly, and allowed herself to relax again under his touch. She was focusing only on his pleased smile and lusty grunt of approval. He ran both of his hands down from her wrists to her elbows, then her shoulders, and continued to follow the line of her body as it curved softly. He stopped only when he reached the slight indentation of her upper thigh. He must have realized he had found another one of her erogenous hot spots, because he proceeded to stroke the spot several times, his own muscles tightening with each jerk of her body.

  His pleased smile set butterflies flitting in her belly, and she felt her body growing hotter. Instead of moving away from her to his canvas, she was surprised when he pulled his shirt off over his head, and flung it to the side. Next he pulled his jeans off, making her new wolf whine with appreciation when she saw he was commando. She felt her wolf rumbling in her head with pleasure at the sight of his thick, hard erection.

  He reached for the paints that he had placed nearby and popped the lid of off the set. She watched him curiously, as he stuck his finger into a deep-purple-colored paint, and then reached for her. He ran the paint over her aching breast, and circled her hard nipple, covering it completely in purple paint.

  He smirked at her questioning gaze and said, “Body paints.”

  Shandi cried out when he dropped his head to her paint-covered tit and sucked the nipple into his mouth. His tongue laved over the tingling bud for a moment before he lifted his head again. “Edible body pa
ints.”

  She groaned, and felt her eyes roll up into her head. “Oh my God!”

  “Do you like that, angel?” He spoke against her rib cage, as he danced one paint-covered finger over the soft skin there and then licked it clean.

  “Yes, yes!” she cried out, her head rocking back and forth, as his erection pressed against her moist, hot center. He didn’t press forward, or even stroke her clit. Instead his weight just rested there, while his hands proceeded to decorate every reachable inch of her body with the fruity-smelling paints. Several times she fidgeted under his hot hands and mouth, trying to reach out for him, only to have him growl sharply at her, and force her hands back down above her head.

  Every time he forced her back into the submissive position her wolf whined in pleasure. Clearly the bitch knew who her mate was. Shandi felt cherished as Rafe took his time to explore her body slowly, and thoroughly.

  Her body was on fire, and ached to feel his cock deep inside of her. “Please, Rafe!”

  He moved over her, brushing his broad chest across her diamond-sharp nipples and drawing a cry from her throat. His broad cockhead pressed into her soft, moist folds, and she spread her legs wider to give him access. With slow precision he pressed into her, refusing her attempts to hurry him. The intensity of the moment hit her, and her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm as he bottomed out balls deep inside of her. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she whimpered and moaned loudly.

  “Shhh… Angel, are you all right?” he said, freezing his movements when he realized she was crying.

  “Rafe, I need you, please!” she sobbed, letting her arms fall to his shoulders, and digging her fingernails into the rippling muscles there.

  Instead of correcting her, he let out a sharp whine of his own, and began a methodical thrusting against her G-spot that caused stars behind her eyelids. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him and begging him to fill her with his cum.

  Her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders, and his hands gripped her hips tightly. She felt a twinge of discomfort from his thumbs on her hipbones, but she ignored it and encouraged him to hold her tighter. She watched his face, waiting for the moment that he would truly let go.

  It wasn’t long before he threw back his head and howled as hot jets of cum shot inside of her. She could feel the twitching jerks of his dick as he released against her cervix, and she let herself free fall into another climax. Darkness invaded her mind, even as she heard herself scream his name and felt his body slump over hers.

  Chapter 19

  One week later…

  Shandi pressed the skirt of her dark purple cocktail dress down, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles, as she shifted nervously between Rafe and Ryley. Caroline moved toward them, clutching the arm of Jim Gray as he led her down the aisle toward his twin sons. Her bridal gown was a beautiful pale champagne color, with a scoop neck that left her throat and collarbones bare, and her mating marks visible to the whole world. It was fitted over the bust, and then flared out in soft chiffon pleats all the way to her ballet-slippered feet. Her gorgeous, long mahogany-colored hair was piled on top of her head in a fancy twist before it fell in a glorious waterfall of curls down her back. She positively glowed with love and happiness.

  Shandi glanced back over her shoulder to take in the two darkly handsome grooms that were waiting for their bride atop a wooden platform decorated with flowers. The two men could have posed as Native American warriors in the right clothing, but in tuxes they just looked mysterious, and dangerously sexy. Smiling widely, their opposing dimples were clear even from several rows back, and they were watching Caroline walk toward them with pride and pure love on their faces, and Shandi’s heart swelled at the sight.

  In the last week she had spent all of her spare time here at the den with her men and her new family. She only saw Jen and Lily at work now, and although a small piece of her missed them, she couldn’t help but think that she was better off without the two party girls in her life. She had given her notice at work, and would be officially unemployed in a couple of months. It was surprising how exciting that thought was to her. She just hoped she could survive this separation from her men, while they sought answers to their past.

  Rafe and Ryley had been nothing but loving and affectionate toward her, and had allowed her to move at her own pace in packing her stuff to move into the cabin around work. They had even swapped their shifts around with the other guys, so that there was always at least one of them home with her at night.

  She loved having time alone with each man, to get to know them and build the intimacy between them. She now knew that Ryley really did have an addiction to fishing that involved many lazy afternoons at the lake, and Rafe could always be found painting in his studio late into the night. She had gone earlier in the week and purchased him a beret to wear, and then convinced him to wear it for her with nothing else on. His beret now sat in a place of honor on the shelf in his studio, and made Shandi blush every time she saw it, remembering how artistic he was when he loved her. She also knew that Ryley actually did enjoy cooking, though he blustered about it occasionally, and he had a secret addiction to Pez candies that she found endearing. He would forever be a child at heart, which made it so nice to have Rafe’s serious, romantic personality to balance him out.

  She had introduced them to her mom via Skype, and although her mother seemed hesitant at first, Ryley’s charm broke her down. Shandi smiled silently, because she actually wondered if her mother preferred talking to him now on Skype over her. Barbara Martin was anxious to come visit them and personally meet her men, and the rest of the family, though she didn’t know all of the secrets. Per instructions from Devin, Shandi was not allowed to share their werewolf side with her mother unless it was a matter of safety. It was difficult on her not to share the whole of her life with her own mom, but she understood the reasons.

  Her wolf had grown to be a driving force in her life, and she had learned to not only tolerate her, but embrace her. Shifting felt incredibly natural now, but she still had trouble with getting naked in front of others. Tina promised that would come with a little more time, but Shandi knew she would always feel awkward displaying her body in front of other people, even if they were all naked together.

  It was hard to think about the fact that Rafe and Ryley would be leaving in forty-eight hours to go find the Quiver Creek Pack and bring them back to the den. Rafe had yet to discuss the situation with KJ at all, and it concerned Shandi that he was still so angry about it all. She had resolved herself to standing on the sidelines in the role of support-giver, because it was a situation she just couldn’t help him with. Ryley had visited KJ at the Alpha’s cabin once, and seemed to be at peace with his new sibling, but he hadn’t talked about it much out of respect for Rafe’s feelings. Shandi could only hope that meeting his parents and learning the whole story would ease the confusion in his heart.

  She was legitimately worried for their safety on their trip, because they were still scenting the two rogues that had followed KJ in the area. Devin had sent out numerous tracking parties, to no avail, and Shandi knew that it was keeping the tension high within the pack. Unknown rogues in the area were dangerous not only to the Gray Pack, but to the humans that lived nearby.

  The music changed as Caroline reached the front and was helped up the steps to stand with Devin and Damon in front of the minister and the entire pack. The maid of honor, Tina, stood on one side, while opposite her stood Liam as the best man. The scene was so beautiful it made Shandi ache for a wedding of her own. Just three years earlier she had come to accept that her chances at marriage were slim, so standing here with two men who loved her so dearly seemed surreal.

  Her mind flashed through the two years of cancer treatments, and the fifteen minutes of argument with Jett that had completely sent her world toppling. She revisited waking up in the hospital after her surgery, to see her mother’s sad face over hers and hear her reassurances that Jett was an asshole who didn’t deserve her
. Then her mind was swamped with the love of her men. Meeting them at the school and feeling the instant attraction, being surprised with their first date to the fair, the secrets and fear that they had overcome in only days, but the whole thing seemed to have taken a lifetime.

  A nudge on her side focused her attention back on the front only to see the bride and her grooms exiting the makeshift altar. She had been so caught up in her own reminiscing that she had missed the actual wedding. A pink blush covered her cheeks, as Rafe looked down at her questioningly. She shook her head at him, and proceeded to clap her congratulations to the trio as they started a receiving line to accept the blessings of their pack members.

  The reception passed quickly, and as the night wound down and she had a moment alone to reflect, she realized that she couldn’t remember when she had had so much fun in her life. It turned out that Rafe was just as good a dancer as his brother. They both seemed to enjoy getting her out on the dance floor just to hold her in their arms. By the time she kicked off her high-heeled sandals, she was bone tired, and her feet ached. She rubbed at the arch of her foot while she waited for the guys to finish their chat with Devin and Damon in the corner. There was a lot of back thumping and high fiving going on amongst them all, so she figured it was a guy moment, and she just let herself relax for a few minutes.

  She lifted her head in surprise when she felt a presence behind her. “Delaky. It’s nice to see you.”

  The small woman nodded and smiled in greeting. “I find you well I’m sure.”

  It wasn’t really a question, but Shandi nodded in response. “Yes, thank you. I’m not sure I could be any happier.”

  “The soul is sated when it finds its mate,” Delaky said with a solemn nod of agreement. Her eyes searched Shandi’s face for another quiet moment, before she cocked her head to the side speculatively. “You still seek answers?”

  Shandi felt the blushed creep up her cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to her hands. “No…umm…well…yes, I guess I do. I just wonder at how easily my men have let go of their desire for children of their own.”