“Damn, honey. I can’t wait.”
Rayne spat out the cloth and looked at him. She didn’t want that damn towel. She wanted to cry out and let him know how much she wanted him. “Then don’t. Fuck me, Ringo. Make me what I’m meant to be.”
“A wolf.”
She shook her head. “No. Yours. Make me yours.”
With a low growl Ringo thrust hard and deep until he was seated to the hilt. The broad, thick head brushed her cervix. Impulsively she wrapped her legs around his hips to bring him closer. She didn’t have the damn towel and she wasn’t about to release the grip she had on his firm, delicious back. She’d bite her lip if she had to. And then he began to thrust, long and slow, deep and hard. Every inch of her pussy pulsed and her vaginal walls gripped him, milked him. Energy of a kind she’d never felt before emanated from him to her and she realized it was a power he was transferring to her. As he thrust, rotating against her swollen clit with each downward stroke, she began to pant like she’d been running a race.
Pumping harder and harder, Ringo drew a deep, shuddering breath and Rayne saw those wicked teeth flash in the dark. Power surged through her body, unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Its momentum threatened to carry her across the bed but he caught her with a growl and continued plowing through the soft layers of her pussy until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. She tingled from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, and in savage frustration she scraped her short nails over his back.
His eyes changed from their normal intense black to nearly glowing with power. “Gods!” he gritted out. “Gods! Rayne, yes. You’re mine!”
“Now, Ringo. Yes!”
The eruption hit her like a punch, the wild infusion of pleasure saturating her, speeding through her system like a supersonic jet. Ringo buried his teeth deep in her shoulder. The pain was instantaneous then gone in a flash but none of it mattered. Not now. Together they came and came, shattering and clutching each other through the storm. A scream rose up, her mouth opened but then Ringo’s hand was there to dull the sound. Once she’d settled, he shoved the cloth back between her teeth. “Hang on to that, Rayne. You’re gonna need it.”
His cock was thick and swollen, lodging firmly, deeply in her pussy. He rotated against her clit, making her gasp, and his sudden grin was feral. He wore a look of possessive pride on his face. “Damn if I’m going to rush this.”
She smiled, stroking his back and the deep gouges that were already healing in the way of their people. She thought of his cock lodged deep, swollen and hard, and closed her eyes in bliss. “No hurry, sweetheart. Take all night if you need to. You won’t hear me complaining.”
His laughter was low and rich. He continued at an excruciatingly slow pace but Rayne didn’t care. She was Ringo’s now and that was all that mattered.
Chapter Nine
Before leaving the mobile home in the predawn hours, Ringo kissed his mate and stared into her eyes, hoping like hell he could keep her safe. Earlier she’d shifted into a medium-sized but very beautiful russet-colored wolf. She wasn’t as big as the lycans waiting outside their sheltered cocoon but he figured, with a little help from him, she would hold her own.
“Stay close to me, mi ciela,” he whispered, calling her his darling. He cupped the delicate curve of her cheek and kissed her. “Don’t want anything to happen to you. Don’t think I could stand it.”
She nodded, smiling. “I’ll stay close, I promise. No heroics. I just want to get these creeps and find the other two women.”
He’d already called the sheriff and Cactus and they were currently waiting for the action to start before they would join in, routing the rogue lycans. From the beginning, he and Manuel were to infiltrate in order to determine how many rogues were part of this ragtag pack and whether or not they were heavily armed. At the moment, Manuel was outside with Selena, who was their primary target. She was a traitor. He could hear their voices blending with the occasional snores of the men who’d passed out around the campfire sometime during the night. Knowing the lycans would be vulnerable, he squeezed Rayne’s hand and waited for Manuel’s signal.
“Where the hell is Ringo?” Manuel yelled out as if extremely aggravated.
Ringo grinned, suddenly eager to have this business done. “That’s our cue.” He looked at his mate. “Ready, darlin’? The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to more important stuff.”
He stepped with Rayne outside and together they moved through the maze of trailers and RVs until they stood at the very edge of the clearing. Across the dying campfire on the other side, he spotted Manuel striking a deceptively relaxed pose next to Selena. With his hip cocked, looking like he’d stepped straight from the shower, he looked like a man who been happily fucking all night. The beautiful but poisonous Latina she-wolf stood next to him, eying the half-dozen sleeping lycans with contempt. Several were naked and others were still in wolf form and Ringo suspected they’d done some drunken hunting of the game that was plentiful in the area. Finally Selena looked up and gave him a slow, seductive smile. “Hola, querido. So glad you could join us,” she crooned, and then the smile on her lips died and Ringo knew Rayne had moved to his side and into view.
She growled low and pointed her finger. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Consider it a coup, sweetheart.”
Selena jerked and yelled out as Manuel grabbed her arms and yanked them behind her back. She kicked out but it was no use. “The little game you’re playing is over, chica. You are so busted,” Manuel said.
The men, hearing the sounds of raised voices, slowly started to rouse and then Gabe and Cactus ran from the shelter of the woods. The two men were heavily armed, looking like at least two horsemen of the apocalypse. Ringo reckoned he and Manuel comprised the third and fourth. Cactus paused briefly to toss Ringo a rifle. “Figured you might need this.”
“Thanks.”
Gabe grinned and pointed a rifled at the head of the first rogue who’d jumped to his feet. “Brought company, brother.”
Ringo looked up, surprised when at least a dozen men from the Wolf Creek Ranch stepped into the clearing, their rifles raised. Joe McKinnon was in the lead.
Selena was screaming her head off, cursing in a string of rapid Spanish, trying desperately to break free so she could shift but Manuel and now Cactus had her well in hand. Joe walked up to his old lover and gave her a contemptuous look. “The game’s over, Selena.”
“Please, Joe! You loved me once.”
“No, Selena. Never.”
“Ringo!” she called. “Ringo, we were lovers! Please.”
He shook his head. The woman was delusional. “That was a long time ago, Selena. It was fun and games with us and you know it. Besides,” he reached out and drew Rayne against his side, “I have a consummated mate. Time to settle down, ya know.”
Selena screamed, her face fiery red with her anger. “Puta! Whore!”
She yelled the curses at Rayne, who simply lifted her chin, refusing to exchange barbs. It was all over in a matter of minutes. Ringo felt a sense of relief at the lack of violence as the others rounded up the rogue lycans with barely a whimper from them. They were a weak bunch.
Rayne looked up at him with worry sharp in her eyes. “We have to find the other two women. I don’t know where they were taken.”
He looked around as several big vans pulled to a stop at the edge of the clearing and the cowboys began herding the criminals into the backs of the vehicles. Their hands had been tied with heavy duty rope and tape and of course, the rifles pointed at their midsections, helped things along too. “I figure it’s safe now. Let’s go get them.”
Rayne led the way with him, Joe and Cactus following. They began a thorough search of the filthy trailers until Cactus yelled out. “Over here!”
Everyone headed off in a run toward the sound of Cactus’ voice until he and Rayne stepped into the mobile home and spotted the two women huddled together on the couch. Rayne rushed up a
nd gathered the unmated females against her. “It’s okay. You’re safe now,” she said.
Ringo shared an uncomfortable glance with Cactus. Women’s tears made most men downright uncomfortable. They were big, tough lycans but give them a weeping woman and they were almost helpless.
Pitiful.
While his mate spoke quietly with them, getting their names and other information, he overheard each relate they hadn’t been molested in any way by the men who were now in custody. He watched Cactus’ gaze narrow, focus in on one of the women. A mop of tangled, curly, blonde hair framed a delicate face. Her green eyes were wide and firmly zeroed in on Cactus. She had a long scratch down the side of her face but didn’t seem to notice as she shivered under Cactus’ sharp gaze.
Hm. Interesting.
Rayne looked back over her shoulder at Joe. “They don’t have a pack, Joe. Selena and the others must have scouted all over the state for unmated females. Sarah and Kate are sisters who have been living among the humans in a small town in east Texas. They have no family and belong to no pack. Basically they are orphans.”
“No longer.”
Rayne moved back to Ringo’s side and took his hand as their alpha moved to stand before the females. The women didn’t shrink from him but faced him with eyes wide open. “Do you want to come with us, ladies? There’s a whole town of us not far from here. All good lycans who abide by the laws of our people, and in those parts, I am the law. You’ll be most welcome. Do you vow your allegiance?”
Tears filled their eyes as they shared a glance. Finally they looked at Joe and stood. Immediately they started to drop to their knees, baring their necks, but Joe’s hand on their shoulders stopped them. “No need for that. A simple yes will do.”
* * * * *
Rayne sank back against her mate’s muscular chest and sighed as the warm, bubbly water swirled around her. Candles flickered on every flat surface of her bathroom, complements of Quinn and Martha. Other members of the Cloverfield pack had chipped in too. Flowers decorated her entire house and the scent of them was everywhere.
“I can’t believe they did all this,” she said, smiling over her shoulder at her husband. His long hair was wet, hanging past his shoulders and drops of water clung to his thick black lashes.
He grinned at her and filled his hands with her breasts, thumbing the peaks lazily. “Smells like a damn funeral parlor.”
“Shush! You are so bad.” Playfully she turned and flicked water at him before resuming her comfy position. His legs were splayed on the outside of hers and she couldn’t resist temptation. Reaching beneath the water in the tub, she ran wicked fingers over his firmly muscled thighs. His heavily erect cock prodded her ass and she wiggled against it, making him groan. “They wanted to make things right for us, Ringo. You know that, don’t you?”
“They don’t owe me a damn thing.”
“Oh yes, they do. Those rogues would have continued to plague every decent pack in the state if you and Manuel hadn’t infiltrated them. What you did was very brave.”
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
She laughed lightly. “Oh yeah? What do you want to talk about, cowboy?”
“Think I wanna talk about how sweet your nipples are and how much I love fucking your pretty pussy.”
“Mm. I like that.”
“Figured you would but first, let me take care of you,” he said gruffly. Before she realized what he was up to, he’d carefully moved her farther down in the tub and laid her back into the water. Bubbles swirled over her nipples as they broke the surface and she sighed at the feel of his big hands moving through her hair. Then suddenly she was lifting back against his chest again. He poured her favorite scented shampoo in his hands and lazily began to wash her hair.
“Ooh, this is delicious. It reminds me of that night at the line shack when you took care of me.”
“I like taking care of you.”
“Really?’
“Yeah, hang on. Time to rinse.”
Ringo settled her down in the water again as he swept the suds from her hair. His fingers trailed through the strands then found her tightly pearled nipples. One forefinger delicately traced one and then the other. A trembling sensation drifted through her body, making her pussy ache. But she wasn’t in a hurry now. Not like last night when things were frantic and rushed. Never again would it be that way unless they wanted it to be so. For now she wanted to savor every moment of this beginning with him.
He took her shoulders and tenderly lifted her, but this time, instead of lying back against him, she turned in his arms and settled her lips on his. “I love you, Ringo. Are you happy.”
His eyes were solemn and more beautiful than anything she’d ever seen. “Hard to imagine a man like me ever being happy but yeah, I am. I never told you this but I’d wanted you for a long time. You were just so damn sweet.” He shook his head and frowned. “Didn’t figure a man like me deserved something so fine.”
“Ringo listen to me carefully,” she said, taking his face in her hands. “You aren’t responsible for what your father did. You were just a boy and I swear to you, no one in this town believes it either.”
“My own mother didn’t want me.”
“Bullshit! Ringo she was distraught, deeply disturbed. Again. You weren’t to blame. We aren’t responsible for the actions of others but know this, mate of mine, I will never betray you and I’ll honor you forever.”
He smiled slightly. “Don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
Wanting to lighten the mood, she moved more fully toward him until she was straddling his lap. His fat, yummy cock rose between them to rub tauntingly on the swollen lips of her pussy. She sank her lips against his throat, collecting drops of water with the tip of her tongue. “Guess you’d better keep me plenty happy then, huh?”
“Reckon so. How am I supposed to do that? Hm?”
“Fuck me well and often. Gotta feed this raging beast that lives inside me.”
“A raging beast, huh? I like the sound of that.” He thrust upward suddenly and Rayne caught her breath as he brushed her clit. His hands gripped her ass and he hauled her closer. They moved together that way and despite the fact they were in the water she felt moisture rain from her pussy. A low moan swept past her lips and then he teased her further by dipping his fingers into the cleft of her ass cheeks. Ringo settled his mouth against her forehead and circled her anus with one finger. He pressed the rosette bud and Rayne caught her breath. “I want to fuck you here. I want to send my cock into your delicious ass. That okay with you?”
“Mm. More than okay.”
“First this.”
“Yes.”
Ringo lifted her until her breasts were pressed against the muscular mounds of his chest. His fingers found her pussy with unerring accuracy and he sent them deep. Rayne cried out but it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. He finger-fucked her until she squirmed and water lapped the sides of the tub. Shadows danced across Ringo’s rugged beauty and her heart thudded with the thrill of being able to finally call this man her own. Reaching down, needing to touch him in return, she took his cock in her hand and squeezed lightly.
“Damn, woman! Fuck me. Ride me, Rayne.”
He removed his fingers and slid her onto his cock. He sighed raggedly when he was seated to the hilt. “Gods!”
Up and down she slid with agonizing slowness and then he joined her, meeting each parry with a thrust of his own. He wrapped one arm around the base of her spine and Rayne leaned back over it as he sucked her nipples so hard she thought she’d come instantly. But she didn’t. Holding back, saving the ultimate pleasure, was one of the hardest things she’d ever done.
Repeatedly she settled over his erection, squeezing, milking him hard with her silky vaginal muscles, wringing low sounds from the lips of her mate.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Pleasure caught her up and soon her cries joined his as she stiffened then flew apart. Ringo soon followed and then she fell, panting, agains
t his chest and his hand fisted in her hair.
Later, clean, dry and momentarily sated, they sat naked together at the table in her kitchen. The ladies from Dixie’s Deli, a local takeout food joint, had come in sometime before they’d returned to Cloverfield and had placed a beautiful white linen cloth on the table. The town was so populated by bachelor lycans, they did a booming business. Thick steaks were warming low in the oven along with a dish of scalloped potatoes. A crisp salad waited in the fridge for the moment they decided to eat a bite.
“Could you light the candles?” she called as she donned an oven mitt and began to remove the food. Soon candlelight flicked over the beautiful place settings.
Very fancy.
Ringo joined her in serving the food and once he’d poured them both a glass of the red wine that had been breathing on the counter, they sat and enjoyed their first fancy meal as a mated pair.
She speared a bite of rare steak with her fork, waving it as she spoke. “I hope you don’t think we’ll eat like this every night, cowboy. I’m a hell of a shopkeeper but not much of a cook.”
He grinned, grabbed her hand and snatched the bite from her fork. “Figure I’ll survive.”
While they ate, they talked of her childhood and his. Once again she realized how lucky she’d been. Her parents had loved her and no, they weren’t selfish as Ringo’s had been. Her heart expanded as she recognized that she wanted to be everything to this man.
His heart, his future, his comfort.
When they cleaned up afterward, Rayne reached into the fridge and spotted a small white cake box. Unable to resist anything that was beautifully tied with a sweet red bow, she removed it and carefully unwrapped it to find a tiny chocolate cake. A card in the box read Happy Consummation! Enjoy!
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