To Chase A Wolf

by Sara Kimball

  Hovering behind her, he whispered throatily in her ear. “You’ll come for me many times before I’m done. I’m not letting you out of this bed until I’ve filled you up with come and made your tight little pussy raw.” He began sliding in and out of her as he spoke, and didn’t alter his pace as her inner walls clenched on him, his right hand still torturing her clit. “You are mine, Alex. Mine.” A heady aroma of potent pheromones emitted from his skin, overpowering her sense of smell. All she could feel was his body on—and in—hers. Through the delirium of the heat, Alex felt calm for the first time, even though her body shook crazily with the need to come. He fit against her so well, deliciously perfect.

  Before long, Alex was teetering on the pinnacle of another orgasm, Lincoln growling behind her. Hammering into her brutally, still holding her by the hair, he slid his right hand from her clit, wrapping his arm around her stomach to hold her steady as he drove deep. The pleasure arcing through her had flashes of light dancing behind Alex’s closed eyes as it broke over her, she was clenched firmly on Lincoln as he moaned, his hot seed shooting into her waiting channel. She felt his sharp teeth in her skin, right where her neck met her shoulder. As Lincoln bit her deeply, he sparked another cresting wave of orgasm that rocked through her even more intensely. Thrusting one last time as she tightened on him, Alex screamed out loud as her sheath milked him for every drop, his fingers sliding to her clit once more and tweaking it languidly, ensuring that shudders of pleasure kept sliding through her frame.

  Eventually, his right hand stilled and Lincoln let his left hand release her hair as he pulled his teeth from her. Holding her soft and limp frame, he lowered her to the bed, landing on top of her, his weight pinning her beneath him, their legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. Alex gasped for breath, her eyes closed and a feeling of contentment spreading through her from head to toe. Her wolf laughed jovially about being bitten and marked by Lincoln as his mate, and Alex felt happiness as well.

  She and her wolf both weren’t thinking very clearly, their primary concern for the past several hours had been to find a male that could satisfy them. Since Lincoln had more than proven his ability in the bedroom, their satisfaction with being claimed as his mate was complete, and she chose not to worry about the future just yet.

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  Alex wasn’t sure how much time had passed before her eyes were opening, sleep falling away as her body stirred and need rose inside her again. She was now in the center of the bed under the covers, and the soft sound of male breathing issued from next to her. Reaching around blindly, feeling for Lincoln, Alex encountered a warm thigh. She slid her hands along his muscular limb until she grasped his cock, stroking it with increased urgency until it was standing proudly erect. Straddling him, Alex sank down, trying to concentrate, but her body’s urges and her wolf’s instincts were driving her, and she ended up taking what she needed, leaning forward on her hands, which she placed on his chest.

  Lincoln’s eyes opened as his hands rose to her hips, gripping her firm buttocks and helping to lift her before letting her go, to sink upon his length until he was seated deeply inside her. Alex returned his glittering amber stare, her breath catching as her movements brought her closer to the peak. When she lifted off of him next, he held her above him with his strong arms and thrust into her from below several times.

  Alex leaned back, sitting upright and throwing her head back as Lincoln continued to spear into her. Her breasts bounced with his onslaught, her nipples stiff points. Lincoln let her back down, to resume her steady rise and fall on her own, and his hands played with her nipples, pinching lightly and rolling them between fingertips. Still sitting upright, Alex reached her hand behind her and found Lincoln’s balls, rolling them lightly between her palm and fingers. The ridges of his penis grew firm inside of her, and she leaned forward as she came, biting the pectoral muscle over his heart with her elongated teeth.

  Lincoln yelled his release as his warmth filled her center, and stroked her back softly as she released her mouth, laving the deep bite with her tongue a few times before falling onto his chest in an exhausted heap, sated again. Alex was barely aware as he pulled the covers up over their nude bodies, sleep dragging her under.

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  Alex stretched her muscles and felt a deep ache between her thighs, but smiled happily before cuddling up with the blankets in the bed and trying to return back to sleep. A chuckle sounded beside her. “I think that’s the first time you haven’t molested me the second you woke.” He laughed again. “Or just molested me while you were sleeping, even.”

  The deep voice next to her was achingly familiar, especially after all the things he had said to her as he had fucked her. All the dirty, delicious things. Alex shuddered as her body heated up, but she ignored it, so happy that she had a little bit more relief from her sexual appetites. Flashes of the overwhelmingly pleasurable activities that she and Lincoln had gotten up to over the past two days streamed through her head, and her body made a mockery of her idea of relief, flaring full force to life. Opening her eyes, she saw a wolfish grin and a pair of dark silver eyes above her, stubble thick on his face and dark circles under his eyes.

  He sniffed the air briefly. “It’s not done yet, I see. No worries. I think I have a bit more energy left in me.” She giggled as he rolled on top of her, licking her neck and sliding his hands over her skin. “After I fuck you, we are going to shower, and then see if I can feed you something. Even if it is just mustard and stale crackers from the cupboard. And then I might be persuaded for a quick fuck in the kitchen before I bring you back to the bed for some actual sleep. You should be about done with the heat soon, and you’ll need plenty of rest to recuperate.” His mouth flicked at her nipple, causing Alex to gasp. A rush of warmth between her legs let her—and him—know she was ready, and he rose above her, sliding into her softly.

  Lincoln had tried to become gentler with her the last day, as even the heat could only override the soreness for so long. She knew he was probably sore too and just ignoring it, but her body didn’t care about anything but its own demands. After sinking deep, he rocked into her tenderly, his movements slow and measured as he moved within her. Alex groaned as the pace drove her crazy but offered her no relief in sight, and demanded he be rougher, fucking her harder and faster.

  Lincoln chuckled evilly, “No. Take what I give you and I’ll let you come twice before I fill your pretty little pussy with my come.” A shudder of longing went through her and she came from the sensation of his slow thrusts coupled with his graphic words. His eyes turned golden and Lincoln cursed, his dominance taking over until he was ramming home. Biting her again, Alex came with a scream, and Lincoln groaned as he came, pumping his seed deep into her body.

  Alex’s skin was a patchwork of bites. On her neck, breasts, and inner thighs especially. Even one on her hip, and another couple on the lush curve of her derriere. All of the bites were in various stages of healing, but each one made Lincoln happy as he touched her body and saw the marks declaring her as his.

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  The shower was delayed until Alex woke up from a short nap, and Lincoln carried her into the bathroom without saying anything, as if he had been patiently waiting for her to open her eyes. Alex had memories of her bathing him the day before. Her soapy hands running over his form adoringly. It had ended up with her hands pressed to the tile wall, her feet spread as she stood under the spray.

  Lincoln had then pressed her face against the cool tile with a heavy hand at the base of her neck. Taking his time and sliding his fingers between the curve of her ass, teasing the little pucker of her anus before moving on, sinking his first two digits into her cunt. He drove her to distraction, eventually moving to impale her on his cock. Sheathing himself deep over and over until her echoes of pleasure filled the bathroom. When she was satisfied, he had moved her to her knees and held her wet hair while feeding his length into her mouth. She had sucked on him until he came, drinking his essence down. The memory of his s
alty, musky flavor made Alex’s mouth water. She felt a clench of need and sighed.

  Lincoln’s chest rumbled with laughter behind her, and Alex felt it in her bones. His arms wrapped around her while she faced away from him, the warm water running down the front of her body as she stood on one leg, his hand lifting her other leg to rest on the shower seat. Lincoln then ran his fingers over her clit, his index and middle finger sliding into her opening as his thumb circled her hard pleasure nub. After a few minutes of her panting and gasping, Lincoln bit the side of her neck again, sparking her orgasm.

  She went limp, and nearly passed out with exhaustion, but Lincoln cajoled her, helping her stand as he washed her body and hair. He helped her rinse the soapy strands as well because she could barely open her eyes.

  Eventually, he set her on the counter to towel her off, and then carried her back to the bed, only to stop next to it, turning and setting her in an armchair in the corner of the room. “Hold on, I’ll change the sheets quickly for you.”

  Alex was already asleep, and she and her wolf were too exhausted to notice the rustling as Lincoln changed the fluid soaked bedding, then picked her up and slid her under the covers. He didn’t follow her into bed and she grumbled a protest, but he pushed his torn shirt into her arms, and since it smelled like him, she grabbed it to her and cuddled it up to her face, sleep claiming her again.

  1902

  She was done for the night, and Johnny waited this time for her to fall asleep. Instead of sitting in the cold, he went to the barn and grabbed the cat he had trapped. He had gotten it from the neighbor’s yesterday, and had been playing with it since.

  It was yowling, trying to bite and claw at him as he took his knife to it, and he laughed when it started bleeding.

  A crack sounded behind him, and the cat ran away when his hand opened in surprise, a lick of fire streaking up his back. Turning, Johnny saw her in the entry, holding a whip. She was unsteady, rocking even though both feet were planted, and Johnny could smell the alcohol from where he stood.

  She moved, hitting him with the whip again, and he cowered under his arms. She continued until she was worn out, panting and screaming at him.

  Johnny looked out at her, and anger welled up in him even as the welts healed under his torn shirt. “I hate you.” She told him.

  He felt something strange rise within him. “I hate you too.”

  She stopped, taking a step back and looking affronted. “Don’t talk to me like that, you demon.” She raised the whip again, but Johnny rushed to her, grabbing her hand and pulling the whip out of it.

  She cried out, and there was blood on her hand where he had hurt her. His wolf smelled it and got excited. He stared at her, realized for the first time he was taller than her now. Stronger. Bigger. Realized he didn’t have to take abuse from her, he could give it back in kind.

  “You aren’t my mother.” He said it slowly. It took her a moment to realize there was no fear in his expression, and he saw a flicker of panic cross her face.

  He grabbed her as she tried to run, and it was only later that he thought to return to the house, dragging her behind him by her hair.

  She screamed for help. But no one was around to hear her.

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  Johnny turned the men away the next night, only opening the door slightly before telling them his mother was sick. She screamed behind the gag he had rigged up, fighting against the ropes that kept her bound to the bed, but he kept his body in the doorway, blocking her from any chance of help.

  The men didn’t come at all the second night, word having gotten around about her illness. And she stopped fighting him.

  He went to town and bought some cigars. Then, a new knife in a shop window struck his fancy, and he bought that too.

  Chapter 13

  Lincoln pulled on a pair of basketball shorts and walked out to the front of his cabin, the morning air chilly on his bare skin, but he ignored it. Jax was sitting on his front porch steps, his shoulders tight, and Lincoln sat down next to him, completely exhausted.

  “I brought some food.” Jax motioned to the cooler.

  “You could have brought it inside, you didn’t need to bring a cooler and wait out here.”

  Jax shook his head roughly. “Nope. I wasn’t going inside with you in a rut and risk setting you off.” After he said the words Lincoln felt something register in his brain and realized that he had been incredibly thick. Even before Alex had been hit with the dart that caused her to go into heat, he had been heading down the road to starting a rut, his lust and instincts riding him worse than normal.

  “Fuck.” He ran a hand down his face. “I didn’t even realize I was in rut. It’s like my brain stopped working days ago—before this started even, and just started functioning a few hours ago.” Laughing despairingly at himself, he realized, “Though that sounds about right for a rut.” Breathing deeply, Lincoln shook his head at his stupidity. Alex in heat was one thing, but a wolf in rut cared only for sex. It was probably good it had happened at the same time, but it meant they had both been a pile of raging hormones and instinct as they tried to fuck each other senseless. No wonder the sheets on his bed had been so filthy.

  Jax’s reticence to enter his home made sense too. Males in rut, once they had a female willing to mate with them, were dangerous if faced with other males, even family members or Pack mates. If Lincoln’s wolf had taken Jax’s presence as a threat, he would have killed Jax and then taken Alex brutal and hard—proclaiming his dominance over what he perceived as a challenge for her and cementing his claim on his woman. Lincoln clapped Jax on the shoulder in appreciation and relief, thankful his Pack mates were intelligent enough to know better than to interrupt another wolf at such a trying time.

  “You marked her?” Lincoln nodded. “And she marked you too, I see.” Jax was looking at the exposed skin on Lincoln’s upper body with amazement and a little envy.

  Lincoln smiled, satisfaction coursing through him.

  “Congratulations.”

  “Thanks. I think.” He was silent for a minute. “My grandmother is gonna be horrible after this. I told her Alex and I weren’t mates at first. I was trying not to get her hopes up, but it looks like she was right. I realized after the crash.”

  Jax laughed heartily. After a while, he sobered and turned to more important matters. “Gareth managed to track them to a car. They ditched the dirt bike and took off. He’s frustrated he didn’t have someone’s bones to chew the marrow out of, by the way.”

  Lincoln grunted and nodded. “Any word from my grandmother?”

  “She called and said she had reached an agreement with the suspected party, but to stay here a few more days. I told her about the dart, and that you two weren’t leaving anytime soon. She seemed…happy under the circumstances but frustrated about the dart and the fact the culprits got away.

  “I was also instructed to pass along that she would tell you more about everything once you got back, and she asked that we send the dart to her to be analyzed.” Lincoln grunted at this and Jax understood the sentiment. Not knowing who they were facing or why was stupid in his opinion too. “You could always ask Alex what this is all about. I see why someone might try to kidnap another person, but I don’t see the point of putting them into heat.”

  Lincoln looked at him thoughtfully. “I could ask her, but it will have to wait until this is done.” He picked up the ice chest and moved inside.

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  Alex woke to the smell of meat in front of her face. This time it wasn’t a dick, but actual food. Opening her mouth, she went to lunge forward and take a bite, but the meat was shoved past her lips without her having to move. She chewed and opened her eyes, licking her lips. When she swallowed, she opened her mouth again, asking for more without words.

  “I’m guessing you are hungry?”

  Alex growled. “Less talking and more putting the food in the empty cavern that is my stomach.” Lincoln chuckled at her and gave her a larger piece. Alex sat up and a
te it like a barbarian, tearing off hunks with her teeth and swallowing them in big bites. When she was done, she was given a second piece, and that was gone quickly as well.

  “Here, drink this.” A glass of water was pressed into her hand and Alex swallowed it down quickly, holding out her other hand in demand. Lincoln, still laughing at her, put another piece of roast into her waiting palm. He tucked a curl behind her ear tenderly as she began to eat again. “I think the worst has passed. How do you feel?” His eyes glanced down—tracing over the deep bite marks all over her body to her sheet-covered lap. “I wasn’t that gentle sometimes.”

  “I’m fine.” The words were indistinguishable because of all the food crammed into her mouth, but Alex didn’t care about being pretty or table manners at the moment. She swallowed. “I’m a werewolf, not a wilted flower.”

  He refilled her glass from a pitcher and gave it back to her, then rose, digging in his dresser and bringing her a pair of boxers and a t-shirt of his. “Here are some clean clothes for you to wear. When you are done eating, I want you to soak in the tub, and then sleep as long as you need.”

  Alex groaned at the thought of a hot bath. Even though she had just had a shower, there were some parts of her that would be helped by soaking in steamy hot water. She felt her stomach growl again, and was given another piece of meat—what appeared to be the last of the roast. Chewing it more slowly this time, Alex enjoyed the flavor, finishing off her meal with a final glass of water. Lincoln then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

  “You don’t have to carry me. I can walk.” She wiggled in his arms.

  Grunting, he put her down, starting the hot water before placing her in it. He gathered a clean towel and the clothing he had given her and put them on the counter as Alex leaned back, her cheek resting on the sloped edge of the tub. Her brain still felt fuzzy, and she was exhausted, but her body hummed with satisfaction and her wolf was relaxed and sated. She barely heard Lincoln shut off the water when the tub got full, just let herself relax into sleep. She woke briefly sometime later when he joined her, draining and refilling the water so it was hot again. Then Lincoln crawled in behind her to cradle her against his warm body, Alex was asleep again within moments.