Daddy Wolves: Silver Wolves MC Box Set

by Sky Winters

  Grant considered how trusting it was of her to be here with him alone and admit that no one knew where she was. He felt a mix of relief that he seemed to have gained her trust and fear for her that she had no idea that she could be in danger. It didn’t even occur to him until a few moments later that she had her own motives.

  “Kiss me, again,” she told him, not taking her eyes from his.

  She was breathtaking, as usual. Even in a simple jeans and tee-shirt with her hair twisted into a lose knot at the nape of her neck, she managed to be just as stunning as she had been in that blue dress. In fact, she looked older with her hair pulled back like that, closer to his age. He had to wonder if that was purposeful. Especially now, as it appeared she was trying to seduce him. Grant told himself that he wouldn’t let things go too far, that he could control himself as he leaned forward to kiss her softly.

  Chapter 13

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss before it continued to intensify.

  “Yes, but I have to tell you something first.”

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I’m a virgin.”

  “You’re kidding me,” he said, pulling completely away.

  “Don’t pull away from me as if I told you I have the plague. It’s not a disease.”

  “I just don’t think that I’m the one you should be with your first time.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m . . . I’m just not anything special. You should want to be with someone special your first time around.”

  “You are special to me.”

  “Elizabeth, I . . .,” he began to say, but she cut him off.

  “No. Listen, Grant. I think you are special and I want to be with you. You know the situation we are in. I might die tomorrow if things get out of hand. I don’t want to die a virgin.”

  “Dying a virgin is better than giving away such a gift to someone you hardly know.”

  “You talk too much, Grant,” she replied, leaning back in to kiss him.

  He still felt torn, but the more that she kissed him, the more he felt her soft body pressed against his, the less he found he could object. He wanted her too, longed for her was more like it. Giving in, he slipped her dress over her head and looked at her. She looked so sexy standing there in nothing but a navy-blue lace bra and panties with thigh high pantyhose and the heels on her feet.

  “Did you wear that for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I wanted you to want me. I want you to fuck me. None of this slow and sweet nonsense because I haven’t done this before. I want you to throw me across the bed and make me scream and beg for you not to stop.”

  Grant looked at her, shocked. Wasn’t it every woman’s dream to be taken slowly and romantically for the first time, to experience it as a loving experience? Apparently not, at least not the ever-surprising Elizabeth Lowery.

  “Tie me up,” she told him. “Tie me up and deflower me.”

  “Jesus,” Grant breathed, not sure that he was up for being as forceful as she was asking him to be with someone so delicate. He wasn’t as if he hadn’t done it before, didn’t love it or that he hadn’t just recently dreamed about taking her in much that same manner. Fuck it. She wanted it that way and he wanted her. Rather than discussing it further, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom and dropping her on his bed.

  She crawled to the center and spread out across the bed. Grant climbed on top of her, pinning her down between his powerful thighs and reached sideways into the nightstand. He grabbed the heavy shackles he had discovered there, not his, but apparently the cabin has seen its share of kink already. Pulling one arm toward the headboard, he fastened the shackle around her wrist and then did the same with the other. Despite her boldness, he could see just a hint of fear in her eyes and stopped for a moment to look at her.

  “Are you sure this is what you want? You can say no if you don’t. It’s not too late.”

  “Don’t stop,” she said, holding his gaze.

  He watched her laying there, completely exposed to him as she waited for him to take her. Slipping free of his clothes, his cock sprang forward, already hard and wanton. He leaned forward and kissed her, letting his tongue explore her mouth hungrily. He felt her body relax again beneath him as he stopped and grabbed the remaining shackles to secure her ankles to the bed. Standing back, he looked at her laying there, spread open, willing. Leaning across her from one side of the bed, he reached between her and the bed to unsnap her bra and push it upward. Her breasts fell free, two soft yet firm perfect globes with hard pink nipples just begging for his mouth on them.

  “Beautiful, he told her.”

  Realizing he had made a mistake, he frowned and got off the bed, reaching for his pants. Her eyes widened as he pulled something free of one pocket and held it outward, flicking it quickly open to reveal its razor-sharp blade. She looked horrified as he leaned in toward her and used it to cut through first one strap of the bra and then the other since he had forgotten he wouldn’t be able to remove it with her secured. Laying the knife to one side and tossing the ruined bra onto the floor, he leaned in and began slowly circling one nipple with his tongue.

  Elizabeth moaned and pushed her head back into the pillow as he teased her gorgeous tits with his mouth before finally moving down her center in a short trail of kisses. Tilting his head to one side, he bit gently into her side, enjoying the way she gasped and seized at the unexpected nibble. She might be completely inexperienced, but she was loving every moment of this. Straddling her, he wet his hand with spit and slicked it along his throbbing dick before slipping it between her breasts and pushing them together, tit fucking her as she tried to lean forward to lick the protruding head each time it appeared.

  He groaned at how it felt, her incredibly soft skin hugging his aching manhood as he got lost in the way she felt against him. He was so hard he felt like he could fuck his way through a wall and would to get to her. Shifting to one side, he reached between her legs, pushing her panties to one side to stroke her clit. She writhed about, sensitive to his touch, unused to being teased by such rough fingers.

  “You ever touch yourself like this?”

  “Yes,” she admitted.

  “Have you been thinking about me while you do it?”

  “Yes,” she replied, biting down on her lip as he increased his strokes, putting heavy pressure on her clit.

  He could feel the wetness soaking through the dark lace of her panties as she grew more and more excited. It only made him want her more. This was only the beginning of what he wanted to do to her perfect, smooth body. She was completely unmarked by scars, moles, or freckles, except for the scar running down her right arm. It was long and thick, still pink and healing. It made him angry to know the Dire Wolves had marred her perfect body.

  He wanted to tear each one of them apart, limb by limb, but that would be another day. Right now, he was lost in the beauty laying beneath him on the bed. Her body jerked and twisted as he aggressively massaged her clit, pinching it between two fingers and milking it like a tiny cock. He both saw and felt the explosion as it ripped through her body, sending a flood of come to soak her panties even more, but he wasn’t about to stop with just that.

  Instead, he continued until she had come several more times, moaning and panting even as she begged him to stop teasing and fuck her. It only fueled him to torment her more. He enjoyed the way she melted into his hands, her hot soaked pussy wrapping around his fingers as he finally slipped two of them inside her and began to stroke back and forth.

  “Your cock! Please, I want your cock inside of me. Please, Grant,” she pleaded.

  “Not yet. I’ll get to that in time.”

  Instead, he moved downward, his hands drifting along her legs, feeling the smoothness of her perfectly defined thighs as he spread her knees apart. The chains attached to the shackles stretched out along the bed as he p
ulled her knees up and opened her tight hole up to him. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue along her pink folds, sending her into a frenzy again. She was so sensitive now that the slightest touch was sending her into a twisted mix of pleasure and pain and he loved watching her squirm. He licked her clean, enjoying the taste of her creamy pussy before circling her clit with his mouth and suckling it.

  Her hips jerked forward, almost bucking him off, trying to get some relief from the intensity, but he held on, lapping and sucking at her throbbing pinkish red nub until she once again screamed and bucked with another orgasm. He lapped it up eagerly as it flowed along her folds and across his tongue. He was so hard he could barely stand it himself, but he didn’t ease up.

  “I can’t take anymore. Please. Please, Grant,” she begged.

  Grant knotted up the thin material of the panties he had pushed aside in order to eat her out and jerked it backward, ripping them off and tossing them sideways as he straddled her and plunged his cock into her. A sound escaped her that sounded something between a scream and a grunt as he took her maidenhead with one deep stroke, breaking through the thin barrier and claiming it for his own. It was his now. No one could ever have it but him and he found that made him happy.

  His hands slipped beneath her, grasping her tender backside tightly as he forced her hips upward against each of his strokes, enjoying the way she sounded as she whimpered and moaned. Reaching down, he quickly snapped the locks on the shackles around her ankles sideways, freeing her legs and wrapping them around him as he fucked her. It was heated, primal - perfection. Their bodies quickly became a blur of motion as he fucked her wildly until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He tried to pull free to come on her beautiful tits, but it was too late. Instead, he exploded inside her.

  He didn’t bother pulling out now that it was too late. Instead, he reached up and unlocked the shackles around her wrists and pulled her sideways, their bodies curling around one another like a pair of lazy cats on a hot summer day. He felt more at ease than he had for a very long time. She smiled happily up at him as he brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her.

  “That was incredible.”

  “Yes, it was. I want to do that with you all the time.”

  “Sounds like the best idea I’ve heard for a while.”

  Chapter 14

  Grant hated to see Elizabeth go, but he drove her quietly back to the pathway that lead from the nearby road she had pointed him into the series of tunnels that lead to the clubhouse. They kissed goodbye quickly and he sped away, leaving her to duck into an undergrowth that would lead her down into her underground path home. He had learned a lot during her overnight visit.

  Now, he had some tough decisions to make. He had Saul to answer to and he had plenty answers to give to him. The problem was that during all this time he had invested in making Elizabeth fall for him, making her trust him, it was him who had slowly fallen under her spell. She was mesmerizing. He could see himself developing much stronger feelings for her. In fact, he wasn’t sure he hadn’t already.

  “Grant, you fucking idiot,” he said aloud as he drove home, Elizabeth ever present on his mind.

  He didn’t know what to do. There was so much information that had developed overnight. Amanda was having a shifter baby, the first in twenty-five years. They might be able to hide that for now, but how would they hide it once the child was born. Would the child be locked inside for its own protection as Elizabeth was? Would they take it and go?

  He doubted that running was an option for them. This was Aspen’s family, his uncle, though he hadn’t been seen publicly in some time was still very much in charge of the club. Aspen was the face of the club, the workhorse, but his uncle was the backbone, the joints that held every arm and leg together. Instead, they would stay and protect their new addition the best they could, both of their new additions as Elizabeth was one as well in a way.

  On top of that news, there was the details about the attack. He had known those tracks out the back were funny and that it was odd that no wolves had been found. Now, he understood. A number of the shifters had gone out the back and across the snow in order to create the appearance everyone had abandoned ship. In fact, no one had really left.

  All but a key number were sent down into the tunnels, which he could assume included a safe room along the way to its hidden exit. The ones that remained sealed them in so their exit couldn’t be noted and then ran out the back to redirect attention away from them. Once out on the road beyond, their footprints had been lost, but it was his guess that had they taken a closer look, they would have discovered they had gone nowhere at all, but instead doubled back, creating a mass of prints in all directions and ducking back into the tunnels with the rest.

  There was a reason that the Silver Wolves had survived all these years even as their numbers dwindled. They were fewer, but they were incredibly cunning. They had been well prepared for the inevitable. Still, why not just leave? Why not just start over somewhere else and let the Dire Wolves have this place? Of course, he knew the answer to that. It was pride and stubbornness over all else. Shifters were a fiercely tenacious lot who were unwilling to give up anything they deemed their own because someone else thought they should. They’d fight until not a one of them was left standing.

  And at the end of the day, packs like the Dire Wolves never stopped with one conquest. If they managed to take out the Silver Wolf pack, they would revel in having fostered their extinction and spread like wildfire further and further into other territories, taking out every pack that got in their way. After all, wasn’t that what had happened to his pack? He might have gotten the blame, but he had not been the guilty one. He had not been the one that had brought about the demise of a single member of his pack.

  “What have you learned?” Saul asked later on the phone.

  “Not much. I know they ran when we attacked and they will run again. We just need to make sure they are cornered next time. I’ve made progress with the girl and just need to get in with Grant Lowery, gain his trust. I’m getting there.”

  “Not much news, doesn’t sound like. I don’t have time for dallying Grant. I put you on this because you are mostly unknown around here, but I also selected you because you are sharp and I know you will find a way. Don’t disappoint me.”

  “I won’t,” Grant told him, ending the call.

  There was a threat in there, one he couldn’t ignore. He had already lied to him, not a complete untruth but a lie of omission, which was just as bad in Saul’s book. If he told him about the pregnancy though, there was a good chance he would do something rash to Amanda, perhaps to every female in the group as a precaution. Grant needed to think all of this through. Last night with Elizabeth had been earth shattering. It might have been her first time being physical, but it was his first time being so completely lost in a woman that he couldn’t imagine having her yanked away from him again.

  So, now the question became about how did he protect her without getting himself killed by the Dire Wolves in the process - himself and the very ones he now felt he needed to protect. The more he considered it, there was only one solution. He couldn’t do this alone and there wasn’t an option on the table that might not get him or someone else killed. Still, if he wanted to protect Elizabeth, he had to protect her pack. No one should have to lose their family. He knew that better than anyone.

  He sent her a text. He didn’t wait for an answer before getting into his car and leaving.

  Chapter 15

  “What’s this about?” Aspen Lowery asked, meeting him at the door of the clubhouse. He wasn’t hiding behind it. In fact, he didn’t appear to be afraid at all. That wasn’t who Aspen Lowery was. Grant couldn’t imagine how much of that massive pride he must have had to swallow to run away from a fight with the Dire Wolves. Especially when you considered that it was something he would only continue to have to do to preserve his pack.

  “I’d like to talk to you,” Grant told him. “Alone.”

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nbsp; “About what?”

  “Elizabeth,” he told him.

  Aspen’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded toward what appeared to be the empty space behind Grant. Several silver wolves came forward and nudged him forcibly forward. He should have expected that there were guards lurking about, just not out in the open as they had been during the attack. It was a harsh lesson for the pack. One they wouldn’t soon forget.

  “What do you know about my Mouse?” Aspen growled at him.

  “Enough. I know she won’t be an only child for long. Can we talk inside?”

  There were curious looks from the shifters beside him. Aspen showed no change in demeanor, but he was quick to wave them off, sending them back to the depths of the nearby forest from which they had emerged. Aspen patted him down personally and nodded for him to come inside.

  Elizabeth stood in the hallway, looking terrified. He smiled at her and shook his head quietly to let her know that she had no worries from him. He wasn’t there to tell Aspen about them. He could hardly say anything about their meeting in the coffee shop and well, the origin of the information about Amanda’s pregnancy could be accounted for in other ways.

  “Come to the kitchen with me,” Aspen told him, leading him through double doors alongside the large den. He got dirty looks from a handful of shifters present watching a football game as he crossed the floor and entered the kitchen behind Aspen. Even for an alpha wolf such as himself, Aspen Lowery was an intimidating figure. He was taller and broad shouldered, not someone you wanted to tangle with if you could avoid it. Grant watched as he leaned against one of the spotless stainless steel counters and sized him up. “What about Elizabeth?”

  “It’s not so much about Elizabeth as it is about her mother. I met them at the coffee shop in town and struck up some harmless conversation. I couldn’t help but notice that the future Mrs. Lowery is getting a little bump cropping up beneath her coat. She was careless for a moment and it fell open a bit.”