Loving Their Vixen Mate (Pack Wars Book 4)

by Vella Day

  “I know. How about heading to bed?” He kissed her forehead.

  “Shouldn’t we wait up for Sam?”

  Brandon shook his head. “When Sam gets in one of his moods, he likes to stay out for a while. Last time he was troubled, I didn’t see him for days.”

  Her brows pinched. “Where did he go?”

  “To north Georgia or to the southern part of North Carolina. He needs to be in the woods. Florida’s forests don’t satisfy him. He needs tall trees, boulders, and rivers.”

  She sat up. “I’m sorry. I really am.”

  He leaned over and kissed her sweet, honeyed lips. “You didn’t mean to get caught.”

  That almost got a laugh out of her. “No, but I did. Donny didn’t mean to run into shifters either, but he did. We all need to be careful. I get it, but you two rush headlong into danger every day.” She dragged a finger down his chest, distracting the hell out of him. “If I’m your one chance at happiness, doesn’t it work the other way around? I am half werewolf.”

  “You’ll never get to test that theory. We’re never going to let you get away from us.” Brandon scooted off the sofa and lifted her in his arms. She was so perfect. “Time for a little loving.”

  Instead of Mackenzie’s usual sassy retort, she placed her head on his shoulder and sighed. After tonight’s ordeal, Brandon wanted to really take his time and love her right. The problem was that the wolf in him wanted to come out whenever he was near her. Rumor had it that as time went by he’d have more control. He hoped it was sooner rather than later.

  He placed her on the bed then turned off all but the hall lights. He’d have to remember to buy some candles, betting Mackenzie would like the romance of it all.

  “It’s nice in here,” she said, her voice sounding a bit sleepy.

  “I hope it will get a little nicer in a moment.” Brandon kicked off his boots then shucked his pants, shirt, and briefs. His cock stood at attention, worshipping the woman on the bed.

  She sat up. “Can we take a shower first? I’m a bit grimy after my experience.”

  He laughed. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands off you if you’re all wet and naked.”

  “I was counting on it.” Mackenzie approached and all thoughts of taking his time flew out the window. She cupped his face. “I want to say I never meant to mess things up.”

  “It happens. You weren’t trying to upset Sam. You wanted to find Cheryl.”

  She smiled. “For understanding, you might get an extra reward.” She tapped his cock, stepped back, and quickly undressed down to her bra and panties.

  “Black looks good on you.”

  “Oh, yeah? I’d ask you to take them off, but we’re suppose to be getting clean first.”

  “I’ll be quick.” It would be hard to keep from ravishing her if he touched her, but he did it anyway. He pinched the hook in back and lowered the bra straps. Her perky breasts screamed for him to lick the tips, and he couldn’t keep from bending over and drawing one nipple into his mouth.

  She pulled back. “You are incorrigible. How about turning on the shower? If we don’t wash now, we’ll never get clean.”

  He was weak, but he blamed it on this mating thing being so new to him. Not wanting to miss one second of looking at her, he backed up into the bathroom.

  Mackenzie laughed. “You’re being silly. Do I need to do it?”

  Brandon didn’t want her to think he couldn’t do something as simple as turn on the water. He opened the glass door, stepped in, and twisted the lever. Her shampoo and body wash sat on the seat in the corner of the shower. This was going to be fun.

  Once the water warmed, he poked out his head. “You coming or what?”

  Mackenzie stepped out of her panties and slipped in. He wanted to ravish her right then and there. He leaned forward and made an exaggerated inhale. “Guess I need to soap you up real good.”

  “That wasn’t the plan.”

  “It is now.”

  He removed the handheld head from the wall and ran the water up and down her body, making sure her pussy was sufficiently wet before replacing the metal rod back on the hook. He picked up her bottle of soap and poured a handful.

  “You’re really going to wash me?”

  He wished her brows hadn’t shot up. “Don’t you think I can do a good job?”

  Before she answered, he plastered his palms on her breasts and cleaned them thoroughly. She moaned and he smiled. Score. She was so his. When she dropped her head back, he dragged his hands all around her breasts, loving their weight. Before she got feisty and tried to clean him, he lowered his hand to her pussy, dipped two fingers between her folds, and got the response he wanted.

  “How am I doing?” he asked.

  “Good. Keep going.” She kept her eyes closed.

  Brandon dropped to one knee and washed her legs, spending most of his time near her pussy. He’d given her a little taste of what was to come, and he wanted her to need more. When she widened her legs, he cleaned everything but her clit. He’d take care of that later.

  He stood and rinsed her front. “Turn around.”

  With her eyes open, she not only turned around, but she planted her hands on the wall, and spread her legs. She was a cruel one. His cock ached and his damn bones started to shift.

  Instead of taking his time, he quickly washed her back then cleaned his cock. One little dip wouldn’t hurt, would it? He’d pull out in time. They were destined to be together, so did it matter if some little werewolf was conceived? He’d be happy, and he suspected Mackenzie would, too.

  Brandon leaned over her back and placed his cock between her legs.

  “What are you doing?” Mackenzie chuckled as she twisted her head to look at him.

  “I can’t help myself. I need just a little taste. I’ll be quick.”

  He pressed his cock against her opening and slid right into pure heaven. His woman clearly wanted him, which only made his desire soar higher. The first dip had his claws extending. He withdrew his cock and inhaled to keep control.

  “I need you,” she panted.

  He thrust in once more and held still. When his teeth elongated, he had to pull out or chance losing it. He shut off the water and ushered her out of the shower. Mackenzie reached for a bath towel, but he couldn’t wait.

  He dipped his shoulder and lifted her up, grabbing hold of her legs.

  She laughed and whipped him with the towel. “I’m all wet.”

  “All the better to love you.” That didn’t make sense, but he didn’t care. He tossed her on the bed and crawled next to her, his head in the opposite direction to hers. He grabbed hold of her slippery legs and lifted the top leg to expose her perfect pink pussy. The first swipe of his tongue across her opening caused her to suck in a breath. “You like that?” he asked with as much innocence as possible.

  “Yes.” Mackenzie grabbed his cock and licked him from base to tip.

  Her velvet tongue stirred his insides something fierce. As much as he wanted to plunge his cock into her, his first concern was making her come over and over again. He wanted her to have no doubt that she belonged to them. Mackenzie was their mate, and they would do whatever it took to keep her safe.

  The little vixen pumped her hand up and down his cock as she drew the top half into her mouth. That swirling tongue of hers made the hair on the back of his hands sprout. She’d pay for turning him on this much. He didn’t want to come first.

  Using three fingers, he slipped them into her warm pussy and finger fucked her fast. With each thrust, her moans increased. Yes! He was getting to her. Brandon was learning just what pushed her over the edge. With his fingers curled, he pressed on her sweet spot.

  Her lips came off his cock, and she sucked in a big breath. “Oh, yes!”

  Now for the final push. Keeping his fingers moving fast, he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. Her scream was his reward. She pressed her face against his thigh and dug her nails into his ass. Every muscle in her b
ody tensed as she pressed her hips closer to his fingers.

  A few seconds later, she went limp. One climax down, a few more to go. Brandon flipped around and held her close. “Can you handle more?” She’d better say yes.

  “Hmm. Maybe I should go to sleep. I’ve had a hard day.”

  For a moment, he almost believed her, but even she couldn’t keep a straight face. “For that blatant lie, you will pay.”

  “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?”

  The options were vast. “We could play Florida cowgirl.”

  She cocked a brow. “What’s that?”

  He rolled onto his back and lifted his dick straight up. “You ride me hard, and then I flip you over and take you the rest of the way home.”

  She cracked up. “You made that up.”

  “Kind of.” He turned around, rolled over, and pulled open the side drawer to fish out a condom. “You want to do the honors? Or are you in the mood to ride me bareback?”

  “It’s safe right now, but you seem like the potent type. I better cover those little cubs for a while longer.” She grabbed the package from his hands.

  “Smart thinking. You have worlds to conquer first, right?”

  As much as Mackenzie seemed to want to be with them, if she found her cousin alive, Brandon wasn’t so sure she would stay in Florida with them. She loved her mom, and he bet she’d want to be near her. The thought that Mackenzie might leave, regardless of the reason, sickened him.

  “Hey!” Mackenzie straddled him. “I need my stallion ready.”

  His body had returned to normal, but once he focused his attention to her intriguing eyes, his lust reignited. “Just waiting for you to saddle up. I think you need to open the condom first.”

  “I was just about to do that.” She tore open the foil, studied the rubber, and then flipped it over. “It doesn’t look big enough.”

  “It only fits if you pull it down fast.” He didn’t think he could remain calm if she took her time.

  Mackenzie bit her bottom lip and rolled the rubber down a half-inch then let go. It rolled right back up. “Damn.”

  With renewed concentration, she shoved it down using her palms. The full contact had him biting the inside of his mouth. Her touch lit him on fire. Once it was on, she sat back and smiled.

  He reached up and cupped her tits. “Let me have a taste.”

  “How about I get on the horse first?”

  Guess he’d been wrong. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. “Okay, but the ride might end before you want it if you aren’t quick.”

  She grinned. “I’ll take my chances.”

  Mackenzie lifted up, opened her legs wide, and hovered over the tip of his cock. Brandon grasped her hips and tugged her down, but she resisted. “I want you, darlin’, real bad.”

  “I want to take it slow. Real slow.” She leaned over, her nipples an inch above his face.

  Brandon nabbed one with his lips and sucked hard. She moaned. He ran a hand down to her ass and loved the way her cheek filled his palm. He let go of that breast and gave the other one equal time. When he swirled his tongue around the tip, she lowered her hips. Unable to control himself, he lifted up and impaled her. Her eyes shot wide.

  Mackenzie sat up. “Bad man.”

  “I’ll show you bad.” He clamped down hard on her hips, preventing her from moving. Withdrawing slowly, he waited a beat before driving into her again. She fell forward, changing the angle of his cock against her pillowed walls. Dear God in heaven. Her hair fell in his face, and he inhaled her sweet scent. “You drive me so crazy.”

  “Good. Now you know what I go through every time we make love.”

  “Kiss me, darlin’. I need your lips.”

  Once more, she leaned over. His inner wolf took over and he captured her mouth, dragging his tongue along the seam of her lips. All thoughts of anything besides claiming her left his mind. The moment Mackenzie opened up, he plunged his tongue in deep. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, holding him captive as they tasted and probed. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  She grabbed his shoulders and tried to move her hips, but he couldn’t give her any more control. He was about to burst. He pulled out and went in again. She broke the kiss and let out a feral scream, calling his name.

  Brandon lifted her off him, flipped her over, and mounted her from behind. “Ready for some real loving?”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Mac was overwhelmed. The two climaxes had shattered her resolve to stay strong. Being with Brandon tonight made her realize just how much both men had become part of her life, and how much she wanted to please them, but it also gave her the strength to do what she’d come here for—to find Cheryl.

  “Get on your elbows. My cock will go in deeper that way.”

  That sounded wonderful, and she dropped down. Brandon was like a drug. She couldn’t get enough of him.

  His palms slid across her sensitive tips, and the first pinch sent her reeling. Her pussy was already throbbing from the recent orgasms. She wouldn’t last long. But she had to—until she brought him to his knees.

  “Ride me hard, cowboy.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Brandon slowly eased his cock down her slick walls.

  That didn’t match her definition of hard driven. To urge him on, she milked his cock. When she heard his intake of breath, she smiled then pressed her hips back. Tonight was all about forgetting. For the next few minutes, she wanted Brandon to be the center of her world. She’d worry later about Sam and Cheryl.

  “Don’t do that or this trail ride will be over too soon.”

  “Wimp!” Mac wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to control speaking out.

  He leaned over her back and dragged his hands from her breasts to her hips. His talons pressed against her skin as he pulled out and took her hard. “Better hold on cause I’m not stoppin’.”

  True to his word, Brandon took her farther up the ecstasy trail than she’d ever been before. He pumped hard and fast, grunting and groaning. When his fangs slipped into her shoulder, her orgasm claimed her so hard, stars lit up behind her lids. His cock burst and heat seared her inside.

  She expected to feel some pain from his bite, but all she experienced was total bliss. Her elbows gave way, and she dropped face first onto the bed. “I’m never going to move again,” she mumbled into the sheets.

  Brandon withdrew and ducked into the bathroom. He nudged her, rolled her over, and cleaned her up. “Go to sleep, sweet one. Tomorrow’s another day.”

  * * *

  Sam couldn’t stop driving. Once he left Florida, he kept going. He wanted to reach North Carolina where the mountains would help him breathe; help him think. The wolf inside him needed its freedom, and his man half needed to force out the demons. He’d come close to losing Mackenzie, and that thought continued to terrify him. Had Paul Statler walked out of Carl Daniels’s home and caught her, the Colter would have killed her for sure.

  Sam understood her desire to find her cousin, but his woman took too many risks. After Donny had been killed, Sam spent months roaming the area looking for clues, but he’d been careful not to get caught. In the end, he’d had to give up, and the failure still left a gaping hole in his heart. What made it worse was his total focus in life had driven a wedge between him and his parents. The same thing would happen to Mackenzie if she weren’t careful. Having an obsession wasn’t healthy. Too bad he’d been unable to change.

  He’d wanted to. Wanted to start living life again, but every time he tried, he came to the same conclusion. If he hadn’t been careless, Donny would be alive today.

  The sun peeked above the horizon. He was close now. Close to finding the woods and the hills in which to roam, in which to find his escape. Too bad winter still claimed these regions, making the ability to go unnoticed more difficult.

  As soon as he crossed the border into North Carolina, the beast within him calmed like it always did when he was here. Sam couldn’t afford to roam near any local park e
ntrance. Not only didn’t he want to scare any hikers, hunters might think the season didn’t matter if they spotted a wolf. While an ordinary bullet wouldn’t harm him, it would slow him down.

  When Sam found the perfect spot, he parked, and began his hike in as a human. The cold mountain air crystalized in his lungs, but he pushed aside the discomfort. He was here to think.

  Less than an hour later, he believed he was deep enough into the foothills to chance shifting. As soon as his paws touched the cold earth, Sam took off, trying to force all bad thoughts from his brain. He loved the rocky hillsides and the tangle of trees. The air filled his lungs, but the images of Mackenzie took up residence in his mind and wouldn’t leave.

  Love and rage collided. The wolf in him had loved her from the start. Their mating was in his genes, and while the human part of him could keep his heart from embracing all of her, he could do so for only so long.

  Mackenzie was careless, driven, devoted. Those traits made him want her, but those traits also drove him mad. Didn’t she understand that the Colters could cut her life short?

  Stupid woman!

  Nose to the ground, Sam ran. He ran for his brother, and he ran for the pain Donny’s death had caused his family. Sam had retreated after the tragedy. While he did well in school, he’d pulled away from his friends. No matter how many times his parents told him it hadn’t been his fault that his brother snuck out, he couldn’t accept it. He’d been put in charge. And he’d failed them all.

  Years later, he’d wondered if maybe fate had taken his brother’s life. If Donny hadn’t been killed, Sam might not have devoted his life to hunting the Colter bastards. Without The Pack, his life would not have had much meaning. While he’d ended the lives of many Colters, it would never be enough to forgive himself.

  Just as he was coming to accept he might have a woman in his life, and a possible family, what had Mackenzie done? She’d jeopardized it. Next time he got his hands on her, it would be to redden her naked ass.

  His lungs burned as he raced up the path, all the while keeping his senses alert for others. The higher he climbed, the more desperate he became. He didn’t have to think too hard to know what life would be like without her. It would be lonely and pointless. His mother’s words came floating back to him as he neared the ridge—you can’t keep everyone safe.