Her Wanted Wolf

by Renee Michaels

  “Are you hungry? I could make you some more food.” She’d mastered the stove. Well, not really mastered; she’d scorched the steaks earlier, but they were rare inside so that couldn’t count as actually burning their dinner.

  “Uhmm, yeah, go on to bed if you’re tired. I’ll join you soon.” Pausing, he braced his arms on one of the ceiling-to-floor panes of glass and stared blankly out into the night.

  Clearly, she hadn’t offered much of a distraction. His mind was a million miles away. Well, she’d try again.

  “Would you care to join me? We could spend the rest of the night making love.”

  For a moment, she thought what she said hadn’t registered, but he turned to face her. The shadows drifted from his eyes, and his lips curled into a mock leer. “Did someone mention sex?”

  Sabine snorted, the wolf had a one-track mind. “Thought that would get your attention. Sex seems to be foremost on the minds of male weres.”

  Drew pushed off the window. His expression lightened as he sauntered over to her. “As long as we’re breathing, we’re thinking about it.”

  He dropped to his knees on the thick cushions she reclined on and laid the full length of his body on hers. Sabine parted her thighs to cradle his hips between her legs. Drew’s eyes darkened with sexual interest, his nostrils flared, and his cock hardened against her crotch.

  “And now you’ve got me more than thinking. You have me wanting.” He caught her bottom lip between his teeth, nipped it, and eased back to study her.

  Sabine sighed. Her body softened with expectancy of what was coming. He ran his lips along her jaw and slipped a hand between the lapels of her robe to fondle, tease, and arouse. His hands and mouth on her always heated her blood, making her heart beat at the speed of a jackrabbit.

  Needing a taste of him, she offered her lips.

  Drew claimed her mouth with a teasing voraciousness. He eased up off her body without breaking the kiss. At the same time, he fumbled with the belt at her waist. The sash slithered off at his insistent tugs. The front panels of her robe gave in to gravity and fell open. The silky slide of the feather-light cloth caressed her bare breasts. Her sensitive nipples hardened under the slight friction.

  Drew released her lips and contemplated the tight pink nubs with blatant masculine appreciation. His intense scrutiny made her feel wholly feminine and desired.

  Charmed, Sabine chuckled and reached up to cup his face, wanting to participate fully in their loving. She cherished these moments when they were alone together, she hoarded them like a miser.

  He struck, as swift as a snake, and captured her wrists.

  As he’d taught her, she twisted her wrists to break his hold, but he offset her action by loosening his grip for a short time before capturing her limbs again to pull her arms above her head.

  “I want to touch you,” she complained.

  Drew leaned in and nipped her chin. “Not yet. I want you completely at my mercy.” He bound her hands with the sash and lowered them to rest over her stomach, his hand holding the belt like a leash.

  Intrigued, she relaxed. Sabine’s brow rose in question.

  His only response was the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

  It stoked her curiosity and aroused her at the same time. Sabine’s breath hitched in her throat and her skin heated. She was eager to see what new experience he was about to share with her.

  How she wanted him. Her desire uncoiled and morphed into a burning need.

  Sliding down her body, Drew settled between her thighs. Their gazes connected and she gulped when she saw the fierce hunger in his eyes.

  Sabine shifted restlessly under his perusal. Drew stared at her with a gaze tinged with speculation.

  Drew allowed the length of the belt to slide over his palm to catch the tasseled end of the tie in his hand. Sabine gulped when he trailed the tendrils between her breasts and over her stomach.

  Mesmerized, Sabine watched it slowly glide down her belly in a sinuous motion.

  She held her breath. Her passage pulsed, and she wondered how it would feel when it touched her clit. Her body released fluids, and the slow seeping liquid was a caress in itself. It trickled across her perineum and her clenched sphincter. A soft needy whimper escaped from her lips.

  He swept the small brush over her mons, teasing and taunting, until her hips arched off the sofa. Then, and only then, did he swirl the decorative bobble over her clitoris. A thousand tiny fingers danced over the nerve-rich nub. Sabine gasped, and grabbed for Drew’s instrument of pleasure but he controlled her actions with his grip on the silk tied around her wrists.

  Drew swept the multitude of strings over her pulsing tissues in a continuous circular motion until Sabine writhed with pleasure. It was unbearably sweet. With a few deft strokes, he brought her to the precipice of orgasm.

  The swirls and sweeps continued, and with a few more clever manipulations over damp spasming tissues, he plunged her into the blissful abyss. She soared, body taut, suspended in ecstasy, until she drifted down.

  Her body lax, damp with a light coat of perspiration, a soft gratified smile spread across her face. “You have the wickedest, most inventive mind.”

  His response was an unrepentant smirk. “But you have little to compare me to. How can you tell I am wicked?” He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. The rasping whisper of his zipper preceded the release of his fly.

  Rigid and dripping, his shaft sprang free, and she took him into her shackled hands. A squeeze and caress over the length of it had his muscled thighs trembling.

  “True, but I am a quick study, and I can be inventive too.” Gripping his shaft, she sat up and pushed Drew on his back. “There’s something I’ve been dying to try out.” Sabine knelt between his thighs and sniffed the rigid shaft in her hand. Her sense of smell came alive and her mouth watered with wanting a taste of him.

  Determined, yet unsure, Sabine flicked out her tongue and took her first greedy taste of Drew. Her tongue slid silkily over the slick head of his member, satiny smooth to the touch. She licked delicately over the bulbous head.

  A throaty growl cautioned her that she wasn’t to tease him too much, but she didn’t heed his warning.

  Fluid dribbled from the slit in the spongy flesh she lapped. Salty with a tangy hint of musk and utterly delicious essence of her mate coated her tongue.

  Hunger, deep, primal and driven by the were at the heart of her flooded Sabine. She slid the tip of her tongue into the small seam, from where this elixir seeped. Delicate laps coaxed more and more of his fluid from him. Each droplet whetted her appetite. Her hands slid over the throbbing shaft, its smooth steeliness a testament to his virility.

  Drew cradled her head between his hands, his breathing harsh and labored. Flattening her tongue, she pressed it against the length of him and slid it down from tip to scrotum. Reveling in the taste of him, she cupped his balls and gave those a tentative lick. She took cock into her mouth and sucked like the Tootsie Pops Saffa introduced her to.

  “Enough.” His plea, cloaked in a demand, was uttered in a husky unrecognizable grunt. Drew pulled her mouth off him, sat up, and pushed her back on the sofa. He took her by the waist and straddled her over his hips.

  Face to face, she saw the blaze of his were’s presence in his eyes. The she-wolf in her responded and her claws descended. Sabine sank them into the muscles in Drew’s shoulders and at the same moment, he pulled her down on his cock.

  His steely bulk eased her tissues apart and they clung to him like a wet snug coat. Sabine used her knees to lever herself up and lowered herself, eyes closed, savoring every inch she took into her. The bite of his fingers on her hips, his tense thighs under her ass added another layer of sensation to the experience. Each stroke sent him deeper, caressed her inner tissues more intensely, and sent her higher.

  Locked in delicious delirium, they ground their groins against each other’s. There was nothing sweet about their loving. It was frantic and feral.

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p; Their bodies strained, hips bucked, hands clawed, teeth nipped.

  Drew clamped his mouth over a nipple. His teeth broke her skin. Sabine raked her claws down his back, drawing blood. The scent of it sent them into a frenzied fucking.

  Swift and brutal, they reached completion together, she on a scream, he with a rough growl.

  Gasping for breath, Drew slumped back on the sofa with Sabine plastered to his chest and her head nestled into the crook of his neck. Still planted inside her, the rigidity of his cock barely diminished. She smiled. They would have another bout of loving as soon as they caught their breaths.

  Strident shrills blared over their harsh pants. Their heads swiveled and they both stared at the phone with a mixture of annoyance and dread. No one called this late unless it was an emergency.

  Drew snatched up the device, his hand trembling. “Yeah, and this had better be good, or I am going to put an end to any aspiration you have of becoming a father.” He listened intently.

  He must have liked the information imparted because a fierce, feral grin spread across his face.

  “Perfect. Can you make the travel arrangements for us? Shit, Rick, don’t you have enough toys. How much is this going to cost me? Fine, count me in, if it lives up to your sales pitch.” Drew snapped the phone shut and captured Sabine’s mouth in a short voracious kiss.

  “We are about to hunt Redmavens, little wolf.” He levered her off his hips and got to his feet. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and dressed. We’re taking a little trip.”

  “Where are we going?” She followed on Drew’s heels as he headed for their bathroom. He washed swiftly and she did the same. The urgency coming off Drew didn’t encourage her to linger. She followed him into the bedroom where he rifled through the racks of clothing he’d acquired for her.

  “Georgia. The few remaining signals have converged in a city on the coast and haven’t moved for a couple of hours. Royal Sinclair tracked the Redmavens and picked up Aimee’s scent.” He flicked the phone open and made a call. “Rafe, we’re moving out now. Alert my fore-fighters and their Silverwolf counterparts. The rest of the fighting force will follow after we’ve gotten the okay from the alpha of the domain we’re entering.”

  He handed her a set of clothes and shoved more into a satchel.

  He dressed himself with swift economic movements. Sabine drew on the pants he’d handed her slowly, fumbling with the fastenings.

  “Get moving, babe. We’re flying into Royal Sinclair’s territory to pay our respects. He’s a friend and better yet, he’s a blood thirsty S-O-B. He’ll want to kick some Redmaven ass too.”

  “Fly! No, no flying. Feet or four paws firmly on the ground.” The thought of going up in the air again made her queasy.

  “Yeah fly, but you’ll enjoy it this time, I promise. We’ll be traveling in comfort and style.” He motioned for her to start dressing.

  Sabine nodded and drew on the shirt, grateful that the garments were feather light and loose fitting. He understood she hated the confinement of tight clothes. She’d hardly slid her feet into the heelless, butter-soft leather shoes she’d found she could just about tolerate, before he hustled her from the room.

  Sabine trotted to keep up with Drew’s long strides. They were going into new territory, but she knew his scent as well as her own. She could find him in a crowd, if they became separated. This was it. A frisson of fear chilled her skin. She could lose him. Bearing a youngling who may have the traits of a Silverwolf to save her blood pack didn’t seem important now.

  * * * *

  Driving onto the airstrip, Sabine listened for the dreaded whirr of the helicopter blades. Instead, her attention was drawn to a craft whose engines gave off a powerful, rumbling purr. She never imagined the sound a machine emitted could be sexy, but it was. It was sleek like a bird of prey, hinting at speed and power.

  “That’s the new plaything Rick Ambervane wants us to buy into.”

  Intrigued, but doubtful, she moaned, “Would it mean more flying in my future? I’m going to be tossed about in the wind like a dandelion.”

  “It would make traveling easier and more comfortable.”

  “How is it that you’re so blasé about flying?”

  “I survived a helicopter crash. I figured the Devil wasn’t ready for me yet.”

  Sabine felt all the feeling leach from her body. “Now you tell me,” she griped, aghast at his nonchalance.

  “There you are. I didn’t catch the scent of your arrival. If I hadn’t heard your voices, I would have thought you’d changed your mind.” A were exited the plane and jumped down onto the tarmac.

  An Ambervane—there was no mistaking his coloring. Amber-eyed, with shoulder-length midnight black hair brushing his shoulders, he ambled over to them. He had a close resemblance to Justice, but his body was leaner, his demeanor not as menacing as the supreme alpha.

  “Sabine is having doubts about taking another flight. Your chopper has put her off flying.” Drew put his arm around her shoulder and urged her to move closer to the jet.

  “Rick Ambervane, at your service.” He took her hand and pressed a courtly kiss on her knuckles. “Don’t worry, the Lear cruises at thirty thousand feet. You won’t be at the mercy of the air current like the chopper. I will make sure you have a smooth, unforgettable ride.”

  Sabine got the impression he wasn’t referring to their upcoming flight. However, the laughter in his eyes diffused the double entendre in his words.

  Drew must have caught his inference, because he let out a throaty, threatening growl.

  “Sabine Silverw…” She caught Drew’s scowl. “Ahummm, Lunedare, a pleasure to meet you.”

  “Oh, the pleasure is all mine,” Rick drawled, with a flashing grin full of charm, which Sabine couldn’t help but respond to. “Hey, Drew, I never did get to kiss the bride,” Rick taunted, leaning in to kiss her cheek, not at all intimidated by Drew.

  “And you won’t,” Drew shot back and pulled her to his side.

  “Selfish bastard.” Rick let out a regretful sigh. “Pity this moody old son saw you first. Got any sisters?”

  Sabine’s lips twitched. “Two.”

  “Oh, do tell.” Rick reclaimed her hand, placed it on his forearm, and started to guide her over to the aircraft. “Coming, Drew? If not, I’ll take good care of your mate.”

  “Why are you drawing his fangs?” She glanced over her shoulder at Drew. He didn’t appear to be very irritated. Exasperated, maybe.

  “He needs to lighten up. He might be the first were to have a stroke, the way he worries. I’m your pilot. It should save me from getting skinned.”

  “There is always later, after we’ve gotten to our destination,” Drew promised darkly, a few steps behind them.

  At the rumble of several engines, they paused and waited for a couple of vehicles to pull up beside Drew’s truck. Sabine lifted her head and sniffed the air. There was no hint of the arriving wolves. Her sisters had masked their spoor, as they’d been trained to do, Sabine thought with satisfaction.

  Led by a grim-faced Rafe, her relatives and Drew’s fore-fighters ambled over to them.

  “Damn, Drew, couldn’t you have called your brother-in-arms to share your bounty,” Rick complained, looking at her pack sisters with warm, masculine interest. The moonlight shone on their silver tresses, making them bright beacons in the darkness as they moved over the pavement with sinuous feminine grace.

  “You have your hands full from what I hear.”

  “Yeah, right.” Rick dropped Sabine’s hand and flashed a welcoming grin to the women. Ishbel smiled back flirtatiously.

  “Can you clear the air so that Rick’s spoor won’t linger?” Drew asked.

  “Yes, as soon as we imprint his essence on our olfactory memories,” Sabine said.

  At a slight tilt of Sabine’s head, the Silverwolves moved in to crowd around Rick, sniffing his skin.

  “Ladies,” Rick said, exuding teasing magnetism, which Ishbel responded to with a playfu
l grin. “Allow me to help you aboard and set for takeoff.”

  “Is he never on the prowl for a new lover?” Rafe griped as he watched the women enter the aircraft.

  “He is Rick.” Drew chuckled and took Sabine’s elbow. “Ready for a new experience?”

  “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Her stomach did flip flops, but she gritted her teeth and walked up the stairs with Drew’s hand on the small of her back. To her surprise, it had the accoutrements similar to a living room, with rich caramel colored leather seats and thick carpeting underfoot. It had four solid walls with tiny windows, unlike the gaping holes of the helicopter.

  Sabine settled into a chair. The plush cushioning cradled her body in a cocoon of comfort. Drew fastened her seat belt and took his place beside her. At least she’d be comfortable. The bench seats on the helicopter were hard on the buttocks.

  Sabine gripped Drew’s hand when the vibrations of the engines increased. She snapped her eyes shut and prepared to be shot up into the air. Just something new. She must remember to be careful what she asked for.

  * * * *

  When Drew was right, he was right. Sabine had barely felt the plane take to the air. She still kept a death grip on Drew’s hand during the smooth flight. He used the other to ply her with some bite-sized pastries. That went a long way to help push back the fact that they were thousands of feet above terra firma.

  Licking icing off her fingers, she listened to Drew and Rafe go over their strategy. “It’d be fun to creep up on Royal using Sabine’s and her sister’s skills,” Rafe said as he nibbled on a grape.

  “Yeah, won’t it?” Drew agreed. “I’ve already informed him that we’re entering his territory, but I didn’t tell him about the she-wolves.”