Her Kilted Wolf

by Conall, Tabitha

  In an instant, he lifted her and laid her down on the bed. He grabbed her panties and yanked them off her in one smooth move then pressed her thighs apart and settled between them, his face just centimeters from her pussy.

  For a moment, she came back to herself. She didn’t even know this man. How could this feel so right, so comfortable when she didn’t even know him?

  Then he covered her pussy with his mouth and she forgot everything. Nothing mattered but the feel of his tongue, the wetness surrounding her and the way she melted, melted, melted.

  She couldn’t keep her hips from lifting toward him, yearning for the orgasm that hung just out of reach. “More.” Her voice came out a husky whisper that she could barely hear.

  When he chuckled against her pussy, she felt the vibrations all through her clit and it pushed her over the edge. Colin dug his fingers into her hips and held her in place while her body shook in an orgasm wilder than any she’d felt before.

  As the shudders slowed, he lazily licked her pussy bottom to top, like a big cat. “Like that?”

  She wasn’t sure she could speak, but managed to croak out, “Yes.”

  “Ready for more?”

  She lay sprawled on her back, boneless. “Not sure.”

  Colin crawled up her body and settled himself between her legs. “Sure you are. We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.”

  “If that wasn’t the good part, I’m not sure I’ll be able to live through the good part.”

  He laughed again. “Sure you will. And this is just the beginning, so get ready. You’ve got a lifetime full of orgasms ahead of you.” He loomed over her, his drying hair falling into his eyes, his teeth even and white.

  Leave it to the fates to pair her with someone lusty and carefree. Well–not too carefree, if he’d risen to tenth in his pack. But still. “I need to recover from this orgasm before I start to think about others.”

  After a quick kiss to her collarbone, Colin said, “That’s where you’re wrong. For a woman, one orgasm leads to the next as long as they’re close enough together. Watch, and I’ll show you. But first–you ready?”

  The tip of his cock nudged at her opening. Was she ready for this? A lifetime with this man she didn’t even know? “Yes.”

  As he pushed inside her, she felt stretched. She hadn’t gotten a good look at him but he must be big. It didn’t hurt, though. Instead, the tightness made the friction feel that much better as he moved inside her.

  After only a few strokes, he kissed her hard and then sat up, crouching on his knees, his cock still inside her. His eyes lightened as his mouth turned up in an expression she was getting used to seeing on his face. No one could say this man wasn’t happy.

  Colin licked his fingers then placed them on her clit and rubbed. Every so often, he slid a little out of her and back in again, but for the most part he stayed still, focusing on stroking her clit and watching her face as she slowly came undone.

  What had he said about one orgasm leading to another? Much faster than before, she felt her body tightening, her breath shortening and the need growing. She raised her hips but couldn’t get far with him inside her, anchoring her. His smile grew as her moans increased.

  And then, spun tight, the orgasm broke, releasing a flash of shudders that shook her body hard, harder than before. Her pussy walls clenched around Colin’s cock and he moaned along with her.

  As she slid slowly back into conscious thought, he murmured, “Beautiful.”

  “What are you doing to me?” Her voice sounded breathy and soft, not at all like her.

  “Rocking your world, mate. Making sure you can’t think of a single male other than me.” His grin came back again, full-force.

  “Mission accomplished.” Again, she sounded more like a sex pot than like Mattie Sloane.

  Colin nuzzled her neck as he settled on top of her again. “Such beautiful words to hear. Doesn’t mean we’re done, but I do like to hear it.” He began to thrust, slowly at first and then a little faster and a little faster.

  Mattie met each thrust, pushing her hips up into him, willing him deeper. When Colin kissed her, his face had lost that teasing look; now he looked focused, almost fierce.

  “Told ye this first time would be fast.” His voice sounded hoarse. “I’ll make it up to you later. But now, I can’t wait—”

  ”Don’t wait,” Mattie said. “It’s so good.”

  “I’m going to mark you, mate.” Now his voice sounded guttural, his wolf coming through.

  “Do it.”

  Without another word, he sunk his teeth deep into her shoulder. Where there should have been pain, there was euphoria. Waves of pleasure rushed through Mattie, her third orgasm harder, faster, tighter than the ones before, all the world blue-black, all of everything focused on the pleasure racheting through her.

  When the world came back to her she had only one thought. Mark him. She bit Colin hard, teeth sliding through muscle, as another orgasm crashed over her.

  Time stopped. The psychic and spiritual and magical connections between the two of them knit together one strand at a time until the two were one. Only then could Mattie hear her heart, beating in time with his. Together, they unlocked their jaws and let their teeth slide out of each other’s bodies. When she opened her eyes, it was to see his baby blues gazing at her.

  The wound hurt. And from what she’d heard, it would hurt for a few days and then scar in a distinctive way, showing anyone and everyone she belonged to him. Not that it was necessary; now that they’d bitten each other, their scents were mixed permanently, and no one could miss that.

  “Amazing,” he said. “I’d heard sex with your mate was the best ever, but that eclipsed everything I could have imagined.”

  “It was better than any sex I’ve ever had.” As she lay beside him, she had two warring urges–one, to roll him onto his back and kick off round two, and two, to find her cell phone and call her Alpha. Darius surely wondered why she’d abandoned her post.

  Colin propped himself up on his elbow. “I want to hear more about that.”

  “About my sex life?”

  “About how sex with me is better.” When he grinned, his canines were still a little sharp.

  He was too tempting. And too…scary. Everything would change now. She didn’t know exactly how, but she knew it would. And she wasn’t ready. “I need to call my Alpha. I’m on duty.” She pushed herself up off the bed and started to dig through her clothes for her phone.

  Colin sat up. “He’ll understand. We’re new mates.”

  “He’ll understand if he knows what’s going on. Right now all he knows is I disappeared.”

  “So you ran off without saying a word.”

  Her hand closed around her phone and she yanked it out of the pocket it was in. “Yeah, of course. Didn’t you?” She paused. No, he didn’t. “I scented you down near the banquet hall, yet when I found you you were just getting out of the shower. How exactly did that happen?”

  He swallowed. “Trail must have been old.” He climbed out of bed and pulled his jeans out of his bureau.

  “It can’t have been that old or it would have faded.”

  He shrugged, his back to her. “What did you say Mattie is short for?”

  The change of subject threw her, then she realized he was doing it on purpose. What the hell? “Fine, I’ll let it go. But you’ll tell me sometime. Maybe not today, maybe not this week. But we’re going to be together a long time. You’ll give it up.”

  In one swift move, Colin swung, grabbed her around the waist and swept her off her feet. “And one of these days, you’ll tell me what Mattie stands for. But I’m guessing it’s sooner than later.”

  “You think so?”

  His fingers tickled her sides as he held her off her feet, and she squirmed, laughing while trying not to drop the cell still clutched in her hand.

  “Yeah, I think so,” he said. “I think you might have to, if you want me to stop.” When he grinned, his canines s
howed, now back to human-size.

  She wriggled, but couldn’t get free. Damn it! She was horribly ticklish. In between laughter and gasps of air, she said, “Is this how you’re going to handle all of our disputes?”

  He laughed, too. “If it works.” His fingers dug a little further into her sides. “What does Mattie stand for?”

  She wouldn’t tell him. If he thought he could get his way just by tickling her, she’d be tickled the rest of her life. Still trying to catch a breath, she tossed her phone toward the bed and safety, then wrapped her legs around Colin’s waist to give her good leverage so she could shove her hands under his armpits and give him back some of the torture he’d been giving her.

  Colin yelped. “Stop!”

  “You stop!” Her throat felt a little sore from the undignified squeals she couldn’t hold back.

  He tumbled them onto the bed, her on the bottom, but couldn’t stop her from tickling him. Then he ground his cock against her pussy, and they both froze. A jolt of lust pulsed through her. A low rumble came from his throat.

  She knew where this was going, but she needed to talk to her Alpha. “We should eat,” she said quickly.

  “Later.” He leaned down as though to kiss her.

  Mattie rolled him. As his back hit the mattress and she rose over him, his eyes grew wide. “Now,” she said. “I’m hungry.” She grabbed her cell as she climbed off him. By the time he’d risen from the bed, she was nearly dressed.

  “What was that move?”

  “Hmm?” She zipped and buttoned her pants.

  “You caught me by surprise.”

  She allowed herself a small, self-satisfied smile. Her years of training and scores of bruises were totally worth it if it kept Colin from walking all over her.

  He pulled her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. “We’re really going to dinner, aren’t we?”

  “We are.” She allowed herself only a few seconds in his arms before pulling away. If she didn’t keep in control of her libido, she’d never leave this room again. “Put your shirt on.”

  ***

  Five minutes later, Colin led his mate through the stone hallways of the Stronghold to the banquet hall. His legs still felt wobbly from the most amazing orgasm he’d ever had in his life. He couldn’t wait for another, but Mattie had a point about getting food. They’d need their strength.

  “I hear you live in a castle, too.” He took her hand in his, threading their fingers together.

  “Yes. The Holding is about as big as the Stronghold. It looks a little out of place, though. Our nearest neighbors are billionaires in an uber-modern mansion, while the Holding looks like it belongs in Europe somewhere.”

  “I’ll enjoy visiting it someday.”

  Mattie’s hand jerked in his. “What do you mean someday? You’ll see it very soon, when you move there.”

  Move there? Colin stopped walking. “We’ll be living here, darlin’. You don’t really think I’d move to America?”

  Mattie put her free hand on her hip. “Yet you think I’ll just up and move to Scotland.”

  “Of course. A woman goes where her husband is.”

  Jerking her hand away from his, Mattie took a step back. “Oh, my Gods. You can’t be serious.”

  “I have a life here.”

  “Did you miss the part where I’m sixth in my pack?”

  “But you don’t need that anymore. I’ll take care of you from now on.”

  Her mouth opened, then closed. Her hand waved for a second as though about to punctuate an important point, then she shook her head and started walking away from him in the direction they’d been going.

  What did that mean? Colin hurried after her. “You’ll get used to Scotland.”

  She growled.

  Shit. He’d pissed her off. Great way to start off his life with his new mate. “Fine. We’ll talk about it later.”

  They reached the banquet hall after a minute of stiff silence. No way in hell would Colin go inside looking like he and his mate had just had a falling out. He slipped his arm around her waist. “Truce for now?” he said softly. “Everyone’s going to want to see a happy couple.”

  The tightness around her mouth softened then she nodded, relaxing into his embrace. Just touching her, he wanted to haul her back to his rooms and pick up where they left off.

  As soon as they walked into the large hall full of tables laden with food and benches full of people, a hulking brute of an Alpha approached them. “Mattie? Where’ve you been?”

  “Darius.” She touched his arm.

  Colin bit back a snarl. He didn’t want his woman touching some other man. At the same time, he recognized the name. This was Mattie’s Alpha. She’d skin Colin alive if he were rude to him.

  “Meet my mate,” she said. The look she turned on Colin was soft and loving.

  If he could see that look every day of his life, he’d die a happy man. He stuck out his hand to the Alpha. “Colin MacPherson.”

  Darius grabbed his hand and shook it heartily. “Congratulations!” He elbowed Mattie in the ribs. “You’ll finally get those bigger quarters at the Holding that you’ve been wanting.”

  Colin just barely kept himself from growling. “She’ll be moving here.”

  After a second’s pause, Darius said, “You can’t take Mattie.”

  His hand curling into a fist, Colin said, “She’s my mate.”

  Lachlan appeared behind Darius, only a shade shorter than the North American Alpha. “What’s going on?”

  Colin quickly filled his Alpha in. “We’re having a small dispute about where we’ll live.”

  “I need my sixth,” Darius said.

  “And I don’t want to leave the States,” Mattie added.

  Before Colin could do more than grit his teeth, Lachlan clapped his hands on Darius and Mattie’s shoulders. “The answer’s obvious. We share.”

  “How so?” Darius’ voice had gotten lower as he’d gotten angrier.

  “They become the official liaisons between our two nations. They have a residence in both countries, and travel back and forth as needed.”

  Before anyone could answer, angry voices pierced the din then a loud crash came from the other side of the hall. All four of them started toward it without a word.

  A table lay on its side, food scattered across the floor. Where the table had once stood, two men squared off, both of them in mid-shift. Others stood behind each of the men, their upper bodies leaning forward as though about to jump into the fight.

  One of the two wolves was Iain MacPherson, Lachlan’s brother and second in command. The other man Colin only knew by sight–the envoy from the English pack, Benedict Cross. It wasn’t hard to guess what this was about. By a complex set of marriages and births, Lachlan had ended up being not just the Scottish Alpha, but the Alpha over the entire UK. Before that, the UK Alpha had always been the English Alpha, and the English weren’t taking the change very well. They thought Lachlan should step down as UK Alpha and let the English Alpha be the UK Alpha.

  Not bloody likely. It was about time the Scottish got a little power, and they’d be damned if they’d give it up.

  “Stand down,” Lachlan said, his voice ringing out in the hushed silence. He strode toward them.

  As Alpha over them all, his command should have been enough, but the English envoy leapt toward Iain, his hands sprouting claws. Iain snarled and stood his ground, but didn’t engage, following Lachlan’s order. Just as Benedict was about to tackle Iain to the ground, Lachlan struck Benedict from the side with his fist, sending him skidding several feet across the floor.

  Lachlan followed then leaned over the prone man. “I said stand down.”

  “You’re not my Alpha,” Benedict said, voice garbled because of his half-shift.

  “I bloody well am.” Lachlan grabbed Benedict around the neck, lifting him to his feet. “You’ll spend the night in the dungeon to help you remember that. Then you and your men will head home in the morning.”

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bsp; Benedict’s eyes widened. “You can’t kick the English pack out of the meeting!”

  “I just did.” Lachlan pushed Benedict into Iain’s arms. “Take him to the dungeon–him and those of his people who give any trouble. The rest of them are confined to their rooms for the rest of the night.”

  As he turned away, the Scottish wolves hauled the English wolves off then servants hurried forward to clean up the spilt food. Lachlan returned to Darius, Colin and Mattie.

  “Think that’s the end of it?” Darius said.

  “Not likely. The English are spoiling for a fight. We might have to give them one before they’ll accept my rule.” Lachlan’s jaw tightened. “But I’ll deal with that when it happens. In the meantime, what do you think? Shall we make these two our liaisons? Settle their fight?”

  Gods, Colin loved his Alpha. If he could smooth things over between Colin and Mattie, Lachlan would have his undying gratitude.

  “It works for me,” Darius said. “Half of Mattie’s time is better than none.”

  “I feel the same way,” Lachlan said. “Then it’s a deal.” He and Darius shook on it.

  Colin squeezed Mattie to his side and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “This work for you? It seems like a great idea to me.”

  When she turned her head toward him, her lips came dangerously close to his. “Sounds like a great idea to me, too. Solves all of our problems.”

  “Not all of them.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “No?”

  “We still have several problems. One, we’re in public. Two, we have too many clothes on. Three—”

  She laughed. “I get the picture. Let’s get some food and get back upstairs.”

  “It’s a plan.”

  After thanking Lachlan and Darius again, they headed for some empty seats at one of the tables. As they passed by some of Colin’s friends, they had to stop and do introductions. Colin made it fast–he wanted to get back to bed as quickly as possible. But his friends couldn’t help but throw out a couple of parting ribs.

  “Never thought you’d settle down,” one said.

  “At least all the fucking you’ve done will come to good use,” said another.

  Mattie’s face tightened. As they walked away, she said, “Is there something you want to tell me?”