Ultimatum: Graham Pack Mates, Book 3

by Annmarie McKenna

  So why were his hips moving? Paige dropped to her knees, his cock still embedded in her mouth. She gripped his outer thighs, steadying him as she moved his cock in and out of her mouth.

  He would blow before the show really got started. His balls drew up tight, his belly quivered in anticipation, and the tingle at the base of his spine signaled impending eruption. Fuck. He didn’t want to come like a frigging teenager under the bleachers being sucked off for the first time ever.

  With a hiss, Derek pried her mouth from his erection and threw his head back when she sucked her cheeks in, in an attempt to keep him from withdrawing. Paige milked the head of his cock as if it were the last meal she’d ever get to eat. Her lips gripped him, her tongue flicked over the end, lapping at seepage there. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

  “Enough,” he growled, forcing himself to back up and grimacing when he audibly popped out of her mouth. He stared at his cock, glistening with her saliva in a shaft of moonlight making its way through the trees. The purpled, almost angry-looking head glared back at him as if to say, Hey, I wasn’t done yet!

  He glanced at her, her eyes wide with wonder like she was seeing him for the first time. Her tongue darted out and dabbed at a creamy spot at the corner of her lip. There was an innocence written on her face that made him blink.

  “You’ve never done that before, have you?” Even in the semidarkness, he saw her cheeks redden. “God Almighty. I give you permission to do so whenever you feel like it.”

  Her head rose sharply, her mouth open.

  “Now get your pants off, Paige. I need to taste your sweet little pussy the way you tasted me.”

  She hesitated for the briefest of seconds and then jerked at the button at her waist, sliding the zip down in the same action and baring the smooth skin hidden beneath. Dark-colored underwear peeked out at him.

  “Lie back.”

  She started to rock back on her heels to do his bidding. “Wait,” he barked, alarming her. “Stand up instead.” He glanced around the small clearing and chose the biggest tree he could find.

  Clasping her hand in his, he helped her to her feet and started walking her backward.

  “What are we doing?” she whispered conspiratorially.

  “Heading for a better place. I didn’t want your back to get all scratched up on the ground. There were a ton of sticks and dried leaves and…who knows what else back there. ” He pinned her against the tree and she winced.

  “I’m not sure how this’ll be better.” She wiggled on the rough bark, but he saw a gleam in her eye that said she was game.

  “Ah.” He stuck his finger in the air as if enlightened and got the result he was looking for. She smiled. He unbuttoned each disk on his shirt slowly, one by one from the top down, and watched her eyes widen throughout the semistriptease. “If you wear my shirt, then your silky skin is protected and I still have access to those gorgeous breasts you possess.”

  Derek tucked her into his shirt, which fell to midthigh on her, making sure the two sides hung wide open. He traced the waistband of her pants and the top of her panties with his forefinger. She shivered and fisted her hands, he hoped in anticipation.

  “I love your skin.” He drew his fingers straight up the middle of her belly, pausing to swirl them in her navel, then up again, detouring to circle one pebble-hard nipple and then the other.

  Paige gulped.

  He bent and took the nipple he’d been circling in his mouth, sucking it deep, and laved the warm flesh his tongue. Her back arched. She gasped and struggled to remain on her feet.

  Derek dropped to his knees, trailing his lips down the flat of her belly and onto the hot-pink underwear he wished he could make magically disappear. Resting his forehead on her abdomen, he inhaled her scent still hidden beneath the two layers of fabric. He curled his thumbs into the waistband of both and slowly peeled them down, unwrapping her and letting the anticipation build until he thought he’d explode.

  When he had his prize revealed, he bent in and kissed the curls rudely shielding her pussy from him. She tried to spread her thighs, a whimper coming from her throat, but the pants around her upper legs made it hard.

  Paige threaded her fingers into his hair. “Don’t tease me.”

  He chuckled and inserted his first two fingers into the tight space between her thighs, rubbing along the slit and feeling the slickness already coating her.

  “God. Don’t do this,” she hissed.

  “What? This?” He slipped his fingers through her pussy lips again, this time finding her clit nestled at the top of her sex before easing them backward. He crooked his fingers and swiped toward him, careful to pass the bundle of nerves with a fingertip on either side.

  She danced on her toes and cursed him in a rather impressive litany.

  He withdrew, leaving her panting above him. “Step out.” He tapped her right hip. Paige wobbled a bit, standing on one foot, and he helped her out of the pants, moving to the other side when he’d gotten her out of the first leg.

  “Spread your knees, sweetheart.”

  With more than a bit of enthusiasm, Paige worked her feet apart, opening herself and all her glory to him. Her pussy called to him, urged him closer to taste and sip from its nectar. It was an invitation he wasn’t about to pass up.

  He leaned in, thankful for the jeans still on his legs, protecting him from at least some of the debris beneath them, and pressed a kiss to the open folds of her pussy. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulling on the strands so that tears sprang to his eyes.

  Derek used his thumbs to open her up and expose the swollen nub of her clit. He couldn’t see it as well as he would have liked in the semidark, but he knew it was poking out like a miniature cock and begging for attention.

  Who was he to deny a woman’s anatomy what it wanted most?

  Starting at the taut button, he swirled and flicked his tongue, setting off all kinds of grunts and groans within Paige. He’d always loved a noisy partner—and Paige was a noisy lover. She let him know without qualm what she liked and didn’t. The dislike portion was woefully small, thank God.

  He wrapped his lips around the tiny nub and hummed. Her tummy rippled, her legs went rigid and damned if he didn’t lose some hair from her clutching fingers.

  Using one finger, Derek feathered a touch around the opening to her vagina before pushing inside to the first knuckle. Paige clamped down on it immediately and rose to her tiptoes. He smiled against her clit and continued working it. Her body was strung tight, close to its boiling point, and he’d hardly done anything.

  He pressed his finger further inside her passage, twisting and turning it with ease, she was so slick.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she cried, as he pistoned his finger in and out of her, mimicking how he would fuck her very shortly.

  “Come for me, Paige. I want to see you come like this.” He actually preferred having her in the light of a bedroom, where he could see every nuance on her face, but he’d take what he could get.

  She shot off like a rocket, more responsive than any woman he’d ever been with or ever would again. She was his. The possessiveness stole over him like the waves of orgasm that dominated her body for long moments and clarified everything. Paige Treyhorn, woman shifter, was his and only his. He’d have to think seriously about killing any other man who put his hands on her.

  When her body shuddered one last time and her fingers finally loosened in his hair, Derek stood, nibbling his way back up her now-sweaty tummy, between her breasts, taking detours, of course, to lap at each distended nipple, and then up the column of her throat, which she graciously granted him access to by tiredly tilting her head to the side.

  Then their lips met. He was sure she could taste herself on him, but she didn’t back off. If anything, it seemed to turn her on even more. Her arms came up to encircle his neck. His impatient cock bobbed
at her bellybutton, and he remembered the feel of her lips wrapped around his length, sucking him in and drawing his seed to the forefront.

  “I don’t think I can wait, sweetheart.”

  “I don’t want you to wait.” She met his eyes. Hers was full of desire and need. He saw it all despite the lack of light. They appeared to emit their own source, a sort of glowing. He’d seen the same thing in Eli’s and Caelan’s eyes many times.

  “Give me your leg.”

  She lifted her left knee and Derek fit it around his right hip. Then, settling her against the tree, he bent and hooked her other knee in the crook of his elbow. He felt her ankles cross in the small of his back, reining his erection closer to the sweet heaven of her pussy. He smelled her essence, tasted it on his tongue and wanted more. All of it.

  With his free hand he guided the plump head of his engorged cock to her entrance and pressed inside.

  And realized he was sans raincoat. Again.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes,” she panted, tossing her head back and forth on the tree’s trunk.

  “No.”

  Paige jerked her head up. “What?”

  “I mean, I don’t have anything,” he muttered, feeling like the frigging teenager again.

  She placed her hands on either side of his face and looked him straight in the eye. “I’m not worried.”

  His cock struggled to find its own way into her depths, and she wasn’t a big help in keeping it from happening. Her pussy pulled and contracted on him like it was trying to suck him in.

  “You are my mate, Derek. I’m not worried about it if you aren’t.”

  Heavy words coming from a woman he might possibly impregnate. He narrowed his eyes. “Even if there are little Dereklets as a consequence?”

  “Even if.”

  At least she was honest with him. “So if we…”

  She nodded once. “There’s a good chance it might happen. Maybe it already has. If this is too fast for you, Derek—”

  He’d thought about it several times. Each time they made love, specifically, but his little brain had overridden his big brain, making him not care. He just wanted Paige to be sure they were on the same page. If she wasn’t ready, then they needed to stop. Now. “I love feeling you around my cock, all wet and hot. You make me lose my head, sweetheart, and I don’t think about protecting you until it’s over. I’ve never been that way with a woman before.”

  Paige smiled. Or he thought she did. In the dark, it really came out looking more like a snarl. “I’m very glad for that.”

  Ooh, the claws were definitely out. Made him warm inside to know she felt possessive of him.

  He rubbed a hand up and down her upper arm. “So…”

  “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never done the dirty naked either,” she blurted.

  Derek raised an eyebrow. “Done the dirty?”

  Paige kicked her heel into his spine, drawing them closer and lodging his cock a tiny bit further inside her heat. They both closed their eyes and moaned at the feelings.

  “You know what I mean,” she gritted out, and rotated her hips.

  He sucked in a breath. “You’re killing me here. I’m trying to be honorable.”

  “I know. I know you are.” She met his gaze dead on. “You have to know I want this with all my heart and soul.” She slipped a tad further onto his cock, and it was all Derek could do not to ram himself into her. “It’s you I’m worried about.” She bit her lower lip and arched her back.

  “Don’t.” He thrust into her, no longer able to hold back and not caring. She was his, for better or worse. He had a feeling every bit of it would be for the better. Dereklets and all.

  Paige threw her head back, not even caring that her hair caught on the bark and pulled. Each time with him was like the first. She’d never felt so full, so alive. Her blood hummed through her body, her clit still tingled from the orgasm he’d masterfully given her. They were perfect together. He might be human, but despite not being able to tell him in the beginning what they were, she couldn’t have asked for a better match.

  His balls slapped against her bottom with each of his deep thrusts. Sweat beaded on his forehead, glinting in the moonlight that somehow reached them beneath the branches of the tree he’d chosen.

  Thank God he’d wrapped her in the shirt or she’d be seriously torn up. Paige dug her fingers into his shoulders. He grunted when she scratched a little too hard but kept up the pace, burying his cock further than anyone had ever been inside her, tipping off shudders in her womb and striking her G-spot over and over until she thought she’d explode.

  “Don’t st—”

  “I can’t,” he gasped. “I won’t.”

  Three more thrusts, each one punctuated by grunts from both of them, his pelvis rasping her oversensitized clit with each pass. Derek stroked in a last time and held himself rigid, pressing on the bundle of nerves and giving her the release she needed.

  Something primal rose up inside her, and Paige searched for the crook in his neck and shoulder with her teeth to leave the mark on his skin for everyone to see and know he was hers. She bit down hard enough to break the skin and lapped at the blood that rose to the surface. His cock jerked inside her, spilling his seed into her womb and setting her off again.

  Squeezing her hips around his, she screamed into the night.

  Long moments later, when their breaths returned to seminormal and the air began to dry and chill their sweat-slicked skins, Paige lifted her head from where she’d let it fall to his shoulder.

  “That was incredible.”

  “Oh yeah,” he agreed. “You okay for me to let you down? Can you stand?”

  She nodded, but she secretly didn’t want him to. “I think so.”

  Derek put his lips on hers, opened his mouth and beckoned her to do the same with his tongue. She reciprocated until they were breathing heavy again. “I don’t want to put you down.”

  “But your back hurts, right?” She laughed.

  “Hey,” he snapped. “I did not say that.” He reached around and unhooked her ankles from their locked position at the small of his back and slowly let them open.

  Paige grimaced when her muscles protested. Opening her up allowed Derek to withdraw his softened cock. She missed him already.

  “Ready?” He put his hands under her bottom and supported her as she slid slowly down the tree and touched the ground with her toes.

  Her legs shook but held her up, if somewhat wobbly.

  “Christ,” he murmured. “Is it always like that?” His hand went to the place she’d bitten him and rubbed. For a second she worried he might be angry at her, but dismissed it. She wouldn’t apologize for marking him. He said he knew about mates and what it entailed, so he had to know at some point she would mark him, even if he hadn’t been aware when she’d done so the first time.

  Paige smiled up at him. “So far it is between Nikki and Eli. And I know my parents couldn’t get enough of each other.”

  “Yeah, postcoital conversation should never involve talk of parents or siblings.”

  She scrunched up her nose. “You’re right.”

  “Did you bite me, woman?” he asked, changing the subject.

  She lifted her chin. “I did.”

  Derek nodded once and touched the spot again. “All righty then. Shall we hit the—”

  The night air was split with the nearby howling of a small pack of wolves. Derek tilted his head to listen, one hand resting lightly on her hip. Paige’s heart thudded. She recognized Tucker’s howl and the other three buffoons he hung with on a regular basis. They were close. Too close. And coming closer, based on their yowls.

  “That son of a bitch.” If Tucker put her mate in danger—and he had, simply by his proximity—she’d kill him.

  Fuck throwing him off her porch and think
ing that ripping his throat out was the wrong thing to do. When it came down to protecting her mate, she’d happily rip off his head and shit down his neck. She’d win too. She held the edge, with someone to fight for.

  Instinct had her dropping to the ground, heedless of the way her muscles protested thanks to their awkward tree sex.

  “What the hell are you doing, Paige?”

  She glanced up from her hands and knees position at his shocked face as her muscles twitched and bones popped. It was too late to stop the shift taking over her body. She would run the shitheads off, then take her mate home to make love to him all over.

  Beyond the ability to talk, she nodded and nuzzled against his leg as her wolf came out. She whimpered when he reached out and put his hand on her nose, wrapping his long fingers around her muzzle as if to keep her from biting him. His touch was soft, though, not angry.

  “Damn, woman. Never had a lover do this afterward.”

  The howls split the air again. Snarling, Paige drew her upper lip back and yanked her nose from his grasp before leaping off in the direction of the jerks. She heard him call after her, “Where the fuck are you going?”

  She ran, intent on running the bastards mocking her to ground and making dog chow out of them. Not even Caelan would begrudge her this fight. She had more than enough right to protect her mate.

  “Goddamn it, Paige! Stop!”

  She outdistanced Derek easily, wanting to get to the four wolves before he saw them and tried to intervene. Less than a mile later, she caught up with them in a bigger clearing than the one she’d made love in not five minutes ago.

  Ignoring his three moron friends, Paige charged Tucker, stunning him with her attack. She stood on her hind legs and boxed at him with her front paws, laying into his face with sharp claws. Tucker reared back, fighting her off with a yelp.

  Paige dropped to the ground and lunged at Tucker, lashing out at his throat to let him know he wouldn’t get away with anything. He dodged the blow, and his momentum had them rolling to the side in a tangle of limbs. Tucker, being the bigger, stronger wolf, came out on top, his bared teeth not two inches from her nose. The growls emanating from his chest did little to frighten her. Instead they pissed her off.