Silence.
Mikayla sat up, tugging a fur around her, only to find Liz asleep, and from what she could tell by looking around the room, she was the only one still up. Falling back on her pallet, she blew out a hard breath, not the least bit tired. She probably should be, given the activities of the previous night, but a second wind had kicked in.
Her mind flew a mile a minute over Liz and her panther, the whole issue of the guns, and her mates. Mostly her mates. She wanted to be under one of them right then or even sandwiched between them instead of huddled up in blankets on the floor, listening to the soft breathing of her new roommates. She’d only had one night with Jack and Hunter, and she wanted more. Damn, it was going to be one long night.
* * * *
Mikayla hadn’t thought she’d be able to fall asleep, but she must have managed it at some point. One minute she was missing her mates and the next minute someone was nudging her. “Wha…?” she asked sleepily, coming to bleary-eyed alertness to find a large, hulking figure squatting next to her pallet. His scent hit her nose, and she recognized that before she could get her eyes focused enough to see straight. “Jack? What’s wrong?”
“My shifts over,” he whispered. “And…I need you.”
He didn’t have to tell her twice. She pulled back the covers, already anticipating his heat pressed against her body.
Jack just shook his head. “Not here.”
“Where then?” Not in the men’s bedroom, she hoped.
He said nothing, just gathered her in his arms and stood up like she weighed nothing. Mikayla looked over his shoulder as he strode from the room, only a little surprised to see Liz missing from her pallet.
Jack carried her into the smallish room that held their cooking supplies. It had a small table, not suitable for more than one, maybe two people. The lights were off and a single candle sat in the middle of the table, giving the room a soft glow. It was the floor that gave her heart a little flip-flop. Much of it was covered in blankets and furs, and there were two pillows, side by side. It was the coziest pallet she’d ever seen, and she couldn’t wait to get in it. With him.
He didn’t keep her waiting. Smart man. He lowered her onto the pallet, covering her body with his in one fluid motion and stroking his mouth across hers. “I couldn’t sleep without you,” he said, pulling back to stare into her eyes.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back down for more. Their kiss started softly at first, but not hesitantly, and when he deepened it, tasting her tongue and wrapping his hands in her hair, he did so much more than just kiss her. He claimed her with his lips and tongue as surely as he had done with his teeth and cock their first night together.
“I missed you,” he said, his voice husky when he came up for air.
“I missed you, too.” Her voice sounded breathy to her own ears. It was true. What had it been? Just a few hours? Yet both her mates had been constantly on her mind. “Where’s Hunter?”
“Still on shift.” He disentangled his hands from her hair and used one elbow to prop himself up while he stroked down her face, over her neck and between her breasts with his free hand. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Me, too, but I guess we have to expect that we’ll have differences.”
He nodded, his expression series. “I can’t back off on the guns.”
“Not ever?”
“Not now.” He watched her face, probably waiting to see if she would argue.
Well, at least that wasn’t the typical stubborn male answer. Maybe there was room for change, and she’d bring it up again later. Much later. Just then, she only wanted him minus the thoughts of Ulric and death, weapons and war.
Mikayla worked hard to forget about those ugly concerns and lose herself in the way the candlelight played with the strong lines of his face and the hard lines of his chest. He wore only a pair of rough denim shorts, and she unwrapped her arms from around his neck to run them over his bare back. When he dipped his head to nibble at her breasts through her shirt, she gasped, glad she had removed her bra before going to bed. She wanted as little as possible between them.
Grabbing his ass, she squeezed the firm cheeks and pulled him closer, taking pleasure in the way he groaned and pushed his cock against her. He’d been hard from the moment he’d covered her body on the pallet, but she’d been wet since realizing it was him crouched next to her in the communal bedroom.
He lifted her shirt and touched his tongue to her nipple. She arched against his mouth, tightening her grip on him, wishing she could touch him everywhere, all at once. He laved her nipple, delivering little bites that had her grinding her pussy against his thigh.
“I could touch you all night,” he said on his way to her other breast.
“Yes,” she said. But then again, no. A big, firm no to the all-night teasing thing. “Jack, I need you now.” How long had it been since they’d taken her? Almost a full day? She didn’t want to wait.
“What do you want, baby? Tell me. Do you want me taste your pussy?” His hands were on the fly of her jeans, deftly unfastening them and then tugging them over her hips.
She half nodded, half shook her head. She remembered the feel of his talented mouth on her pussy, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t want that again. She just didn’t know if she could wait that long.
Jack tugged her jeans down to mid-calf, then immediately pushed his head between her thighs, kissing and biting at the tender flesh there.
“Please, Jack. Don’t make me wait.”
“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
Oh, God. I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t lick it.”
He licked at the very top of her inner thigh. “Here?” he asked. “Or here?” He spoke almost directly against her pussy and the vibration of his mouth had her straining up against him.
“Dammit, Jack. Lick my pussy.”
He chuckled, toying with her on purpose. Two could play at that game. She’d get him back. Just not then. Right then, she needed his mouth and then his cock.
He buried his nose in her cunt. “I love your smell almost as much as the way you taste.” The first touch of his tongue pulled a cry from her throat as she bucked against him. He grasped her thighs in his firm hands and held her steady as he licked her slit up and down and then used his tongue to part her folds.
When he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, Mikayla thought she’d died and gone to heaven. His tongue worked in circles on her clit, then took the journey to her pussy hole, then back again. He sucked on her outer pussy lips, then the smaller ones.
“Jack…” She could hardly speak when he sucked her clit into his mouth like that. “My jeans.” She’d tried kicking them off without dislodging his mouth, but had only really succeeded in fucking his face.
“No. Keep them on.” His voice was muffled because he didn’t pull away from her pussy to answer.
“I can’t really move.” The bunched up jeans were tight around her calves, keeping her from maneuvering the way she wanted to.
“Exactly,” he said, picking that moment to push what felt like two or three fingers into her pussy.
Mikayla reached down and grabbed for his head. The sensations were too much and she needed to control his movements. He pushed her hands away, issuing a stern “No,” so she reached for the blankets, gripping them tightly, seeking something else to anchor her. She understood his game. He wanted to be in control, but she wasn’t sure she could stand it. She wanted to spread her legs wider or maybe wrap them around his head. She needed to dig her fingers in his hair, so she could pull him off when the sensations grew too intense. Mikayla knew she was going to lose it soon, and she didn’t want to scream and wake the whole shelter.
Jack stopped his assault on her pussy long enough to make her whimper with need. “Pull on your nipples for me, baby.”
She arched up off the blankets, trying to draw his attention back to her pussy. “Please…don’t stop…” At least he’d left his fing
ers inside her, so the movement created some friction. Just not enough.
“Touch your nipples, Mikayla.”
“What?” she asked, swiveling her hips again and again, trying to fuck the fingers still lodged deep inside her.
“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He pulled his fingers out of her suddenly and ignored her groan of complaint, taking her right hand and drawing it to her pussy.
Well, okay then. It wasn’t what she had in mind, but she could work with it. Unfortunately, she only got to rub her clit a few times before he dipped her fingers in her own wetness, then moved her hand to slather her cream on her nipples. He then followed suit with the other hand.
“Give me a show, baby.”
Mikayla had never done anything like that before, but when he pushed his fingers inside her again, deep inside, she did as she was told. His gaze slid from her face to her breasts and then back again. He seemed to enjoy watching her expression just as much as he liked watching her tug on her nipples. And it felt so good, especially when he found her G-spot, massaging it while stroking her clit with his thumb. His caress was hard yet gentle, over and over again, until she could take no more. Unable to stop herself, she pinched hard on her nipples, threw back her head, and screamed as she came, arching off the blankets into his touch.
* * * *
Jack couldn’t get enough of Mikayla. The sounds she made and the way she flushed all over when he touched her drove him crazy. Her eyes had gone all half-lidded. She liked touching herself for him, which turned him on even more. He’s always hoped his mate would be comfortable with her own body. He loved tasting her cream, too, so much so that after she shuddered and screamed with her climax, he’d returned to lapping at her pussy. His wolf, though. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep that beast in check.
He tried waiting for her breathing to slow and her heart to calm before he took her, but he finally realized he wouldn’t win that fight. He had to have her. “I need to be inside you, Mikayla.”
“Hurry,” she answered, not sounding at all in need of downtime.
He tugged her jeans off, only vaguely realizing she wasn’t wearing panties. Pulling her to her knees, he turned her away from him, spreading her ass cheeks to give her pussy a lick from behind. Then, with a growl, he pushed his shorts down and surged into her wet, waiting cunt, burying himself balls-deep.
He heard her gasp and tried to hold off the beast. He was wild with the need to spill his seed already.
She moaned, moving away, then back against him, her pussy squeezing his dick like a hot, wet mouth. “Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard.”
It was all his wolf needed to hear. The beast took a handful of her hair in one hand and fastened on her shoulder with the other. He drove into her hard and fast, unaware of anything except the way she felt beneath him, the sound of her moans, and the ferocity of his own growls. The man fought to stay in control, to last for her, and the effort was almost too much.
He was sweating, his muscles clenched, when he heard her trembling shout and felt the telltale pulsations of her cunt that told him she’d climaxed again. The beast took her release as license to break free, holding her hips steady as he stroked her inner walls with the cock that felt hard enough to explode. And explode he did, mindlessly growling, holding her as much to support her as to keep from losing his own balance as he spilled his seed inside her. Inside his mate. His woman. His love. Was it too soon to be falling in love with her? He didn’t know, but as he pulled out and collapsed to his side, drawing her with him, he felt he was well on his way. She shook in his arms and he held her tightly, wondering if that was how it always was with the mated. He’d experienced nothing like it. My perfect mate.
She gave him little kisses in the darkness, and Jack’s eyes grew heavier and heavier as he held her, giving her the occasional caress. Already he realized he’d never be the same again. Even the simple act of falling asleep was better with her in his arms.
Chapter 4
Mikayla woke to find Hunter wrapped around her body and Jack gone. She vaguely remembered hearing him say he had an errand, then kissing her long enough to get her going again. But then he was gone and she was falling quickly back to sleep. Now, fully awake but still tired, she just wanted to snuggle into Hunter’s body, which was beyond hot in more ways than one, and go back to sleep. Noise coming from other parts of the shelter prevented her from doing just that. Without the benefit of windows, a clock, or even a wristwatch, Mikayla had no way of knowing what time it was, but from the sound of it, the others were up and in full swing for the day.
She started to wriggle away from Hunter, hoping she’d be able to get back into her clothes before anyone came to the kitchen. For his part, he mumbled something against the back of her neck and tightened his arm around her. She was acutely aware of his strong, naked body as well as the rising of his cock as he woke. Her body immediately responded, and she cursed the fact that they weren’t alone. The first weeks with one’s mate were always charged with intense sexual heat, and though she mentally tried to stop her nipples from hardening and her clit from throbbing to life, she failed completely.
“There you are.” Liz’s altogether too-chipper morning voice interrupted her thoughts of how she could have him and avoid embarrassing herself by putting on a show for the shelter’s inhabitants. “I was wondering where you’d gotten off to.”
Mikayla was grateful that Hunter only growled and kissed the back of her shoulder, rather than putting up a fight as she extricated herself. The human in her viewed fucking as intimate and private. Her wolf, however, wasn’t sure she cared. As a shifter, she was used to being naked in front of clan members. It was an unavoidable fact of shifter life. When you shifted back from wolf to human, whoever happened to be around got an eyeful. There was no point in being embarrassed about it. What she wasn’t too keen on, however, was being watched as she gave herself to her mate.
“What time is it?” Mikayla noted that Liz was fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark denim top. Not her usual garb, but then a lot of things had changed about her friend. “It feels…early, way too early to be awake.”
“That’s because it is. I need to do something about a breakfast meal for everyone, but I also wanted to get here first and warn you just in case you were, you know, busy.”
Mikayla stood up and pulled on her jeans and shirt as quickly as she could. The stiff crotch of her jeans rubbed uncomfortably against her wet pussy, but there were other things to worry about just then. “Warn me?”
“Yeah. We’ve got incoming.”
Hunter went from being sleepily aroused to fully alert in what seemed like record speed. “How many?” he asked, getting to his feet and pulling on the jeans he must have discarded before joining her on the pallet.
“Twelve. Rafe and Lucas brought them in.”
“Just two men for twelve?” Hunter frowned at this.
Liz shrugged. “I don’t know all the details, but there was some trouble along the way.”
Hunter turned to Mikayla and pulled her close, kissing her quickly. “I have to go see what’s going on. See you out there.”
Out there turned out to be a main room filled with a bunch of wolf shifters, who all appeared to be talking at once. Most of the women appeared animated, their color high, either from excitement or being out in the cold. One, Mikayla noticed, stood apart from the group, crying. No one paid any attention to her.
Mikayla walked over to the crying woman, ignoring the other newcomers for the moment. She would introduce herself to them later. Stopping in front of the lone she-wolf, she put a hand on the woman’s shoulder. “Hi. I’m Mikayla of Clan Liekos.”
The woman looked up at her, and that was when Mikayla realized she wasn’t a woman at all.
“My name is Brooke.” She took several deep breaths, obviously trying to calm herself. “I’m from the Howling Moon Pack.” Her voice cracked on the word pack and she wiped impatiently at her face as if embarrassed by her tears.
/> Without thinking, Mikayla took the girl in her arms, hugging her tightly. “It’s okay to cry. Go ahead. Let it out.” The girl couldn’t have been any older than fifteen, too young to be separated from her pack. Too young to be dealing with underground shelters and fear of war. She rubbed the girl’s back and held her while she cried.
When her sobs had slowed to the occasional hiccup, Brooke took a step back. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t cry like that.”
“Why shouldn’t you? It’s always better to let it out.”
Brooke’s gaze took in the room full of men and women still talking, many of them gesturing wildly. “None of them cried.”
“Well, I’m sure all of them cry sometimes, and you’re you, not them. It’s okay to be you.”
“Well, Marissa did cry on the way here. And Wy cried at the other safe house. All the time.”
“See? We all do it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” In some packs, crying was seen as a sign of weakness. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case with the females of her clan, and Mikayla had never subscribed to that notion. “Do you want to talk about it? Whatever made you cry?”
The girl looked unsure at first, but then nodded slowly. Mikayla led her over to quiet a corner of the room and sat down on the floor cross-legged, gesturing for the girl to join her.
Brooke plopped down and sat the same way. “I just. I miss my mom so much. My dad, too. It’s been…I don’t even know how long since I’ve seen them. Weeks? Months? It seems like forever.”
“Was there an attack on your home?”
She nodded. “It was Ulric. He came to our territory, and a lot of wolves ran. My father stayed to fight and he was badly injured. Ulric took the men who weren’t injured or didn’t run, and he took me and three other females.” Brooke pointed vaguely toward the crowd of women. “Then he dragged us to this horrible camp where they were making the women work, stuff like cooking and mending clothes.”
Mikayla nodded, encouraging her to go on.
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