Bound to the Pack (Bound to the Pack, #1) (9 page)

My muscles gripped at his lone finger, it wasn’t enough, not
nearly
enough to sate my wonton desire. I wanted more, needed more, and I needed it
now
. It was a level of lust I had never felt before and it was consuming me.

“Fuck. Liam... I need your cock. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me fuck me fuck me!” Groaning accompanied the words, words I couldn’t believe would have ever come from me.

He pulled his face slowly away from my desperate pussy, but left his nimble fingers working me inside and out. “How could I deny you what you so desperately want when you’ve asked so nicely?”

I whimpered as he withdrew his skilled hands but my gaze was fixated on the bulge in his pants as he stood and removed them. His magnificent cock was finally brought out into the light, clearly aching to play. He was even larger than I had imagined, deliciously so.

“Do you like what you see?” My eyes had been locked on his member since he had released the beast. I could see a glistening drop of precome at the tip of his rigid length.

“Gimmie.”

He descended on me, looming above me, and my breath caught as I felt the blissful pressure of the head of his cock pressing against the doors to my velvety wetness.
Knock knock.

Leaning down, his mouth found mine just as he pressed slowly inside my desperate channel. Inch by inch he penetrated me, our mouths locked together, until he was fully inside. I was stretched to capacity, beyond, and the pleasure was unbelievable as he began to pump his hard shaft into me.

My pussy clutched greedily at his cock, muscles gripping tightly as if to trap him inside forever. My slick wetness let him escape time and again, though he kept coming back in for more.

Deeper, faster, he was lost in his passion and it set my own rocketing higher and higher. My fingers raked his back and he growled at me, a rumble in his chest that vibrated me to the core.

His hands reclaimed my breasts, clenching them, kneading them, playing with the stiff nubs and sending wave after wave of pleasure to my pussy. I was quickly rising to a crescendo, body on fire, panting for air, wanting more. The climax I craved built slowly within me, inflating like a balloon and ready to burst, just on the verge, filling more and more with each expert thrust of his glorious cock.

The sudden flare of teeth biting at my neck sent me over the edge, an orgasm like none before shaking through my body. Every inch of me filled with liquid fire as my muscles spasmed in ecstasy, panting gasps escaping me with every twitch.

It only spurred Liam on to greater heights. Faster, harder, he rode out my orgasm and my pleasure never subsided. Rolling waves continued to crash over me, one endless release that pulsed in time with his rampant desire. On the verge of unraveling completely I felt him growing stiffer and stiffer within me.

“Yes. Fuck, yes! Come in me, fill me up!”

Releasing my neck he let out a desperate groan and pressed his lips to mine just as he erupted within me. His molten seed filling me with every twitch of his shaft, my muscles continuing to clench and grab at him, milking out every last drop.

He broke our kiss, leaving us both gasping for air and wrapped around each other, covered in sweat and sex.

“That... was... amazing...” I panted, his member still buried deep within me, giving an occasional pulse.

He looked down at me and grinned, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “Was?”

He began to take me again.

Jen

D
awn came quickly, even though I hadn’t slept the whole night. Liam was a monster.

I grinned at the thought.

He was wrapped protectively around me, naked and spent. I wondered how many times we had coaxed howls of pleasure from each other.

I was sore
everywhere
. Two full days of hiking followed by a night of being taken again and again would do that, apparently. He stirred beside me, bringing a smile to my face.

There was a connection between us now. I felt as if I had known him for years and had a fresh understanding of why he was the way he was. I don’t know how it had happened, but I felt I had a window into his mind and soul now.

He nuzzled my neck as he breathed me in deeply before pulling away. I rolled over to look at him as he stood, a part of me still couldn’t believe life had put us together.

He stretched and stood facing the sunrise, clad only in what nature had given him, letting the first rays of daylight play across his well-muscled form. Tracing the paths my hands had taken last night.

A sudden sense of danger was all the warning I had before something lurched out of the underbrush at Liam. He had changed into his wolf form quickly, before the attacker had even left cover, and the two animals tumbled down the hill.

My shrill scream split the air as I watched the fight. I leapt to my feet, wrapping the blanket around me and wanting nothing more than to charge in and help Liam, but I couldn’t make heads nor tails of the chaos. There were just flashes of claws, teeth, and  an unsettling amount of blood. I was only able to tell that Liam was gaining the upper hand, though I had no idea how I could know that.

Just when my hopes were rising, another form charged in and used its body mass like a wrecking ball, slamming into them both to separate them. Liam sprang instantly back to his feet and his opponent, a large cat, was barely any slower. The only thing that stopped them attacking again was the auburn wolf growling and keeping itself between them both as they moved to find a clear path to fight again.

Sensing that some of the tension was leaving the situation, the new wolf moved towards the big cat and realization dawned on me. Kristen. That must mean the cougar was Troy, but why would he attack Liam?

I stared at them all and tried to take everything in, it was impossible. This was insane.

The three shifters were looking everywhere at once, all understandably on edge. Kristen stared at me as Liam reached my side and sat on his haunches, watching the others warily.

A long moment passed in silence before Kris shifted and stood before us all. As if that were the cue they’d been waiting for, Liam and Troy shifted as well. Troy’s right forearm was bleeding heavily, though it didn’t seem to pain him much as he stood staring Liam down.

Both of Liam’s sides were bloody ribbons, fortunately none of the scratches looked deep. He stared challengingly at Troy, obviously wanting to continue this fight in human form.

Kristen broke the silence. “What the hell, Liam?! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Defending myself from a coward.” He smiled a blatant challenge at Troy who stiffened and took a few steps forward.

“Will you both just
stop
!?” Kris stepped between them again.

I had never seen her this angry before. And then she turned to look at me and I swallowed hard.

“Jen, why are
you
here?” She looked pointedly at the clothes scattered around on the ground. “And why are you naked?”

“I uh... just wanted to fit in?” Everyone
was
naked. At least I was wrapped in a blanket, none of the others seemed to have any modesty. Or the ability to feel cold.

“Liam, you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to mate with her last night, would you? You do know this
whole
mountain is sacred, right? You wouldn’t have, say, bonded a human? Breaking one of the oldest laws of our kind?” Her tone indicated that she knew that was
exactly
what he had done.

Liam apparently hadn’t. His eyes grew wider with each accusation. He looked at Kris, mouth working silently.

“Exactly. Well, it looks like you have bigger concerns than screwing with your sister’s life. We’re all exiles now.” Kris’s words surprisingly drew a sharp glare from Troy.

“What does that mean?” I asked. All attention turned to me and I regretted speaking immediately.

Troy was the first to speak. “It means that we run. All of us.”

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END OF BOOK ONE

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