by Kiera West
Without hesitation, he pulled back, and his hands went to the bottom of her sweater. She said nothing as he pulled the heavy fabric over her head. He growled in irritation when he saw the long underwear top. It made sense since it was the middle of winter. The beast in him, though, wanted to see her skin. He apparently waited too long to pull the shirt off.
“Noah,” she said, her hands settling on top of his.
He glanced up at her. “What?” He almost growled the question.
“We can’t do this here.”
“Why not?”
Her face brightened, her ivory skin staining a delicious shade of pink.
“Your brothers. They know.”
Shit. He didn’t give a damn about his brother and cousins. They weren’t the ones who found her. They could wait. But from the serious expression on her face, this was not going to be easily explained away.
He opened his mouth, but she said, “Can’t we at least go to your bedroom?”
The reprieve sent a tremor of excitement through his blood as he felt his inner wolf stir. He was going to have his woman, their woman. It was as it should be, and the other situation could wait until morning. Or afternoon. Or, maybe next week. He grabbed her by the hand and all but dragged her to the bedroom. She came willingly, but she was a small woman, and it was hard to keep up with his strides.
Once there, he slammed the door shut behind them, locked it, and then crowded her up against it. Lust crawled through him, was taking over his better senses. As someone who considered himself a Dom, he usually had complete control over his libido. But he could smell her. The scent of her had driven him crazy for months, but now, she was aroused, willing. His response was primal, so deep down in his blood that he couldn’t deny it.
Eve opened her mouth to say something, but he slammed his lips down on hers. He needed that connection, the taste of her. His cock pulsed with need. Need to have her, to take her, to own her body.
She didn’t resist. Her mouth opened immediately, her tongue sliding against his. Her moves weren’t innocent, but he knew she wasn’t as experienced as he was. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he should be moving slower, that he shouldn’t rush it. But he needed to mark her, not only for himself, but for the pack.
He moved closer, pressing his groin against her pussy. Even through their clothing, he could feel her wet heat. He growled thinking of just how it would feel to sink into her, feel those tight muscles clasp around him.
She slipped her arm over his shoulders, her fingers threading through his hair. Her breasts pressed against his chest.
He couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled away and dragged her with him, still kissing her. He walked her to the bed. She fell with a laugh, and he followed her down, swallowing the joyous sound as he kissed her again.
He tore his mouth away to kiss down her neck and started working her shirt free. He wanted her nude. It had been an obsession of his to feel all that soft ivory skin against his. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Her breasts were gorgeous. He had always gone for full-chested women. She was small, petite, but so fucking beautiful. Her nipples were pink berries against her pure skin.
She moved her hands up to cover them, but he grabbed them and snarled. He couldn’t help it. In this, he wanted honesty. And he wanted her to know not to hide herself. Why a woman with such a gorgeous body would think she had to cover herself, he didn’t know. But he planned on making sure she never had a reason to be embarrassed of her nudity again.
He lowered his head and took one sweet nipple into his mouth as he palmed the other one. They were hard, tight buds. She moaned and, once he released her wrists, moved her hands up to his head. Soon, though, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. He kissed his way down her body, enjoying the way her stomach muscles quivered as he moved his mouth over them.
He dragged off her pants and sighed with contentment when he saw the little black lace panty covering her mound. He grabbed the top of them with his teeth and pulled them down her legs, the scent of her filling the air around him. She was definitely aroused, more so than he expected. He tossed the panties on the floor behind him, and when he looked down at her, he decided to make sure to destroy every panty she had. Jesus.
Seeing her completely naked, her red curls damp with desire, her alabaster skin so pure he was worried he would mar it just by touching her.
He slipped his hands up her legs then spread her thighs further apart. Her pussy lips were drenched, her clit hard and throbbing.
“Noah.”
He could hear the embarrassment in her voice. He glanced up at her and realized the need to establish just what he expected from her. Being part wolf made all of them very sensual, and it was something she would just have to get accustomed to it.
He captured her gaze and leaned forward. He touched the tip of his tongue to her and gave her cunt one long, leisurely lick. Her breathing hitched, and she bit down on her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and moaned. His name.
He pulled her clit into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the hardened nub before pulling it into his mouth. The taste of her was the sweetest nectar that he’d ever had. She pulled her legs up, planting her feet on the mattress. Anticipation surged. Her scent grew stronger, overpowering. Inside, his wolf howled with delight. He never worried about her sensuality, but he knew a few of the others had. They knew she was their mate, but they had wondered if someone so repressed could give what they needed to them.
She was shivering with desire, but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her begging, pleading him to take her. He wanted to conquer her.
The flavor of her lust exploded across his senses. Sweet, sensual, thoroughly intoxicating. Tasting her pleasure had his need surging, but he tamped down on it. Over and over he slipped inside and drank from her. It didn’t take much to push her up and over the edge. She screamed his name when she came.
He pulled back and started to tug off his clothes. He could feel his wolf just below the surface, thriving, reveling in the fact he was going to take their mate for the first time. The primal need he had held at bay for four months beat in his blood, urged him to hurry. By the time he was nude, she was looking at him with half-lidded eyes, her green gaze darkening as it traveled down his body. His cock jumped under her scrutiny.
He crawled on the bed to join her, and for one moment, he did nothing more than settle on top of her and enjoy the feel of her beneath him. She was round and warm, and ready for him. So ready for him. Yes, he was Alpha of a very alpha group within the pack. But, he had never felt this need to master, to take over, to make her bend to his will. It hummed beneath the surface. It was as if some kind of primitive urges had been pulled from his ancestors.
He drew back and brushed his lips over hers. They were swollen from his kisses, and he wanted his cock there, wanted to come in her mouth as she sucked him dry. But, it would not be this time. The longing to plant himself deep within her cunt overwhelmed every other good sense. He lifted her by the hips and entered her slowly. He wanted to thrust into her in one hard movement, but he knew better. He didn’t think she was a virgin, but she was damned close to it. Her tight passage clung to his shaft as he entered her one slow inch at a time. She leaned her head back, arched her torso as he fully planted himself into her. With more patience than he felt, he moved in and out of her. It didn’t take him long to build her back up. She was wet, dripping with her arousal, the slick feel of her pussy pushing him to the edge.
She came again, her muscles clamping down on him, pulling him deeper into her cunt. Every little ripple moved over his shaft. He felt his balls draw up, felt his orgasm rush up. He thrust once more and poured himself into her, digging his fingers into her delicate flesh, heedless of everything but the pleasure of releasing his seed inside of her.
He collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, the feeling of contentment washing over him. He felt her lips move over his temple, and he sighed. With regret, he pulled from her then rolled o
ff her, taking her with him.
She came willingly, no hesitation whatsoever, and tucked her head under his chin.
“I just wanted you to know I’m on the Pill.”
Her voice was small in the big room. He heard the worry in her voice and tightened his arm around her. He said nothing. The truth was, when she was ready to breed with them, any kind of human pills would be rendered moot. Her body would take over and ignore the human hormones. But he didn’t think she was ready to hear that or the fact she was about to become the mate for all of them.
He would normally try to ease her mind with a lie, the one he told most humans. They believed him when he told them that he had been tested. Instead, he tipped her chin up and brushed his mouth over hers.
“No worries.”
She nodded against his chest, and he smiled. He allowed the lazy contentment of his release to take over, and he followed her into sleep.
Chapter Four
Eve stirred against him an hour or so later, her body warm from snuggling. He had been pretty sure that she would be this way once he’d had her. She might have been someone who avoided contact with other people. But, he had always thought it was something she did to protect herself. Like she was afraid to ask for any kind of affection.
He stroked his hand through her hair. He had never known a woman as in need of attention as Eve. She hadn’t been a virgin, but she might as well have been. Her sensuality was untapped. He was pretty sure he had only scratched the surface of what she was capable of.
She moved against him, her breasts moving against him, and he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction. Hell, he was always half aroused when he was around her.
Knowing that taking her too fast again would be too much, he slipped out of bed, pulled on a pair of jeans, and went to stoke the fire.
After he got it going again, he walked over to the window and stared out of it. Pitch black. He knew that in the lower forty-eight, the sun would be peeking over the mountains just about now. Winter was a long, cold bitch.
In the next few hours, Passion would come alive. When his father and uncle established the preserve years ago, they had known some people would gravitate toward it. It was isolated, yes, but that was part of the appeal to most people who came to Alaska. The need to feel at one with nature and be left alone was a huge draw.
He could see the smoke rising from the chimney of the general store. Just beyond that, he could make out the few cabins that lined the main street through the town.
“Noah?”
Her voice was soft in the dark room. He turned to her and started back to the bed. Nothing in his background had prepared him for the need that tugged at him. His father and uncle had tried to explain what the meaning of a mate was, but they had both said he wouldn’t know until he met her.
Even in the dim light, he could see her sleepy smile.
“I thought you could get a little more sleep.”
She held out her hand to him, and he was helpless to resist. He shed his jeans and joined her back on the bed. He slipped between the sheets and into her arms.
“I thought maybe I had been dreaming,” she said as she squeezed him closer.
“Not a chance,” he replied, brushing his lips against her forehead. Her breasts were pressed against his chest. Her breath feathered over his chest, warming his flesh. “I never really asked you before about your parents.”
He could feel her stiffen slightly. She avoided talking about her family every time he brought it up. “There isn’t much to tell.”
Settling back against the pillows, he pulled her onto his chest. “You said you moved around a lot when you were growing up?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
Although, as her mate, one of her mates, he had a right to demand. Not every family accepted that their daughter would take on with a wolf, let alone six wolves. From what he could tell, there wasn’t a problem in that quarter.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to seem like I’m hiding anything from you. I’m just not that close to my family like yours.”
God, that lonely tone of hers slid into his heart and squeezed. The woman had to be the most solitary person he knew. The yearning that threaded her voice whenever she talked of his family told him she might not have had the joy of a big family growing up, but she wanted one for herself.
Well, they would make damned sure of that, he thought with a smile.
“You don’t have to tell me anything.”
She raised her head and smacked him in the chin.
“Ow,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” she said, kissing his chin. “I don’t know what to say when people ask me. My family is just strange. Especially compared to yours.”
Then, she started to kiss along his jaw. He didn’t jerk away, but it was a close call. Just feeling her mouth move over his flesh had his cock rising.
“Honey, could you stop that?”
She kissed him a few more times. “Why?”
She moved her body against his, sliding her leg up his. His blood went from hot to boiling. He couldn’t seem to stop his hand from trailing down her spine and cupping her ass. She moaned against his throat as she kissed her way down his throat.
“Uh, Eve, babe.”
“Hmm.” Her mouth vibrated against her skin.
“Really, you have to stop that now.”
“Why?”
“Because you need to rest.”
She laughed. “I don’t think so. In fact, in my scientific opinion, your body disagrees.” She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly and rubbing her palm over the head.
With a growl, he rolled them over, reversing their positions as he stretched out on top of her. She was laughing up at him as he leaned down and kissed her.
Without preamble, she responded. Her tongue slid along his, and then she drew his into her mouth and sucked. He groaned and pulled back. His cock throbbed against her pussy.
Eve wiggled against him again, pulling a growl this time. The wolf in him rejoiced in his mate’s sensuality. The man knew that she deserved a little payback.
He kissed his way down her body, nipping and licking her sweet flesh. Her nipples were hard as he took first one then the other into his mouth. He continued down, sliding his tongue into her belly button before settling between her legs.
Even in the firelight, he could see her damp curls, those pretty pink pussy lips. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. Fuck, smelled like heaven.
Musky woman filled the air around him. There was only one word that came to mind.
Mine.
He slipped his tongue between her damp folds, taking the flavor of her desire into his body. He added his finger as he continued to tease her. Her clit was hard when he grazed his teeth over the tiny bundle of nerves. She came apart then, his name on her lips. He moved quickly then, back up her body. He entered her in one hard thrust.
She moaned as her muscles rippled over his shaft.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said as he kissed her.
She pulled her legs up and wrapped around his waist. “I hope not.”
He laughed, then groaned as she tightened her muscles around his shaft. He started to move then, building her excitement again, as he felt his orgasm approaching. She came again, her muscles pulling him deep within her slick cunt. Two more thrusts and he followed her, holding her close as he poured himself into her.
He leaned his forehead against hers then, rolled them until they reversed positions. She giggled and kissed him. God, she made him happy.
“That was wonderful.”
He could already feel her relaxing. She snuggled her head beneath his chin and sighed before going to sleep. As he was drifting off to sleep himself, he thought of her comments about her family and the loneliness in her voice.
The pack would make damned sure she would never feel alone again.
* * * *
Eve ca
me awake slowly, her mind not ready to wake up. Warmth surrounded her, had her sinking lower under the covers. She could smell Noah there. Untamed and primal. She opened her eyes and looked at the bedside table but didn’t see her clock. Nothing looked right. She opened her eyes wider, and panic surged up to her throat and almost choked her. Nothing looked right. It wasn’t her room, her bed. In the next instant, the memory of the hours before came rushing back to her. She could feel her face heat as she sat up. She glanced over and noticed she was alone. The impression of a head on the pillow next to hers told her that Noah hadn’t been gone that long.
With a deep breath, she looked around. She was embarrassed to admit that she hadn’t paid much attention to it the night before. It was hard to do since she had a man bent on ravishing her. For a moment, she held that thought to her chest. Never before had a man taken her like that. Truth was there had only been one time before this, and it just didn’t rate with what she had shared with Noah. With him, he had acted as if he would die if he didn’t have her. The first and second time. She closed her eyes. The man was a sensual creature, and she didn’t think she would ever get enough of him. She had never thought herself very sexual, but Noah had proven her wrong. More than once.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and winced. She was a bit sore between her legs. After what she had been doing most of the night, it made sense. She glanced around. The room was massive. It was bigger than most of her cabin. Wooden floors with a few scattered rugs, a sitting area with a wood burning fireplace, and a bank of windows that looked out on the valley. Damn, there were no curtains. Granted, it was still dark, but she wasn’t bold enough to walk through the room naked. It would be her luck that the minister from town would walk by. She glanced around and couldn’t find her clothes. But she did find a long-sleeve T-shirt she had seen Noah wear before. It was old, worn, and soft as a baby’s bottom. And he had left it there for her to wear. She smiled over the sweetness and tugged it over her head. She located her panties, slipped them on, and then looked back at the bed.