Seduced by Wolves (7 page)

She swallowed the panic shooting
through her suddenly icy veins. After what seemed an eternity, he
brushed his firm lips over her neck, her ear, his thick voice sent
straight from heaven.

“Aye. How could I not love someone who
gives whole heartedly?”

Sinking against him, she gasped as he
swooped her into his arms, easily carrying her toward Zane’s nearby
home. With anyone else the action would have been over the top,
outrageous, but coming from Cory, it only solidified her fast
growing love for the dominant male. His heart pounded furiously
against her chest as he carried them closer to home.

Home.

Funny how an attack on her life and two
very possessive men could alter her reality.

Cory kissed the top of her head, a
tender gesture that sent sparks of white-hot need plummeting
through her. A few minutes more of that and she’d erupt.

“Zane needs you in his life, Selena.
You, not necessarily me.”

Selena shook her head, absorbing his
doubt as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck and squeezed
herself closer to his warm body. She would not be the cause of
separation between Cory and Zane, would not ruin something as
beautiful as their love for one another. Cory would see that soon
enough, she believed that as much as she believed night would soon
fall. But until then, she’d reinforce that it wasn’t just Zane who
needed both of them.

“But I need you both.”

He swallowed as he reached Zane’s heavy
wooden door and slowly let her slide down the length of his muscled
body until she could stand once again. His eyes gave away his
uncertainty, his stiffened cock his desire. Skimming her nails down
his bare chest, she paused at his waist. “Come inside with me,
Cory. Let me heal you too.”

Chapter Seven

Cory scented Zane’s fear and distress
but more importantly his potent anger before Selena even opened the
door. Stepping through behind her, he caught Zane’s abrupt halt
from where he paced the far end of the room. Worry pinched his gut
knowing his mixture of dangerous emotion went far deeper than their
lover’s spat—no matter it was the biggest they’d ever
had.

“You came back.”

With three powerful strides Zane
reached their side and his chocolate brown eyes darkened almost
near black as he slid his gaze over the minor injuries from their
fight. Selena knotted her fingers with his, covering his bandaged
knuckles.

“Zane?” he questioned, sensing the
tension riding down his stiffened spine and growing more wary by
the silence.

Zane tilted his head in a half shake,
his hands sliding up Cory’s bare chest to rest on his shoulders. He
knew his Alpha needed sensory comfort, and wanted it from him right
now, not Selena. Cory also knew no matter how surprising the
gesture, Zane would never ask for it. An Alpha never showed
weakness.

Refusing to part with Selena’s soothing
touch, he held her hand steady against his stomach with one hand
while lifting the other to Zane’s neck and pulling him closer. Cory
crushed his lips to his lover’s, drinking in the adrenaline he’d
missed since their love making last night.

Zane gripped him tighter as their
tongue’s mated in a fiery dance, and Cory knew he’d easily washed
away his partner’s distress, the hunger growing rapidly inside
them. As he cupped Zane’s neck, pressing him closer, Zane’s hands
slipped lower, grazing over his bare chest and down to where he
held Selena’s hand to his stomach. He reached around and pulled her
other hand across his side, so she hugged him from
behind.

Hot sparks raked down his spine as the
dual heat of both Selena’s supple, soft body on his back and Zane’s
hard chest against his front enveloped him. In the space of one
moment, he lost the upper hand with Zane, their rigid cocks pressed
against each other as his lover continued to assault his senses. He
slid his tongue over Cory’s teeth, before pulling back to nip at
his lips and graze his teeth down his stubbled jaw. Energy surged
throughout his body, all racing to the throbbing tip of his
hardened shaft.

He pulled back and gasped for
air.

“You don’t need me now,” he
rasped.

The air around him was a suffocating
mixture of everything he loved. Zane’s raw, masculine scent. The
distinctive comforting mix of worn leather and fresh earth.
Selena’s gentle perfume—a scent that brought to mind the freshness
of dew covered grass. He ached to breathe it in as deep as possible
and hold it there, hungered to grab onto both these people he loved
and forget his misery in their welcome embrace.

Only he was the outsider now. Selena
was Zane’s mate. Not his. And Zane belonged to her now. Not
him.

Aware of his heartbeat racing like
thunder in his ears, he calmed as Selena began stroking the ridge
of his spine with the pads of her soft fingers. Even softer lips
caressed over the hodgepodge of scars and scrapes on his exposed
back, and he relaxed to lean forward onto Zane’s firm chest.
Together they would be the death of him.

“I can’t lose you.” Zane grated.
“Either of you.”

Zane brought his arms up and closed
them over his shoulders, fisting his fingers into his thick hair
and kissing the top of his head. No matter that he knew it did no
good to prolong this comforting embrace, he hesitated, needing the
strength of his Alpha, craving the touch of his lover. Zane’s
breath tickled over his ear.

“Come to bed with us, Cory.” He
whispered so soft he knew Selena’s human ears would never hear.
“Claim our mate.”

Cory squeezed Zane’s waist, wanting to
believe it possible, desperate to be included. He had loved Zane
for years now, but always knew this day would come. There were no
three-way mating bonds. Their love existed with an expiration
date.

Yet he sensed an urgency in Zane’s low
whisper that had nothing to do with the need to claim his mate. Did
something sinister still grip his mind or was he simply struggling
to keep Cory the same way Cory struggled not to lose
him?

Selena’s hands trailed off his back as
she pulled away, the loss of her heat a mild form of torture. He
turned before reason stopped him, instinctively pulling her
back.

“It’s okay, Cory. I’m just going to
take a quick shower and banish the chill.”

Zane’s fingers snaked down his corded
arm and over the pair of theirs. Heat shot outward from the
intimate tangle of fingers before Zane gently curled Cory’s into
his own, releasing Selena. She walked into the adjoining bathroom,
leaving the door wide open and soon the soothing rhythm of
cascading water filled his ears.

“You’re an integral part of me, Cory. A
part that she will need too.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat,
staring at the open doorway to the bathroom. How many times had he
made love with Zane in that same shower? “I wish I believed
you.”

Zane’s smile tightened his chest, made
him ache to press his lips to him again. With a shoulder, Zane
nudged him toward the bathroom. “Take a shower with Selena. If you
still don’t believe me afterward, I’ll stop fighting
you.”

Fierce hunger burned in his stomach,
spreading through his limbs until he knew there wasn’t any way in
hell he could resist his lover’s offer. He wanted Zane in his life,
wanted to make him and Selena happy. But did she truly want them
both?

He took another step toward the
bathroom, figuring he was about to find out.

* * * *

Despite the steam fogging the shower
stall glass, Selena watched Cory enter the tiled bathroom, her eyes
glued to the endless tan, lean muscle as he stripped off his worn
jeans. Her breath caught at the sight of him naked, her gaze
following the barely visible line of burnt gold hair to his rigid
shaft. Her stomach clenched even as her mouth watered.

She was nuts for thinking this would
work. Crazy for believing she could find happiness in the arms of
two men when all her life she’d struggled to find her way into
anyone’s arms. Only she knew including Cory was more important to
Zane than saving the Pack. She nibbled her lower lip thinking that
Cory might even be more important than she was—giving a voice to
Cory’s fears.

So why was it she was the one
convincing Cory this would all work out?

He slid the glass door open, steam
whooshing out as he stepped inside.

Water pelted her back as if pushing her
toward him, willing her to close her arms around him and comfort.
Love. She swallowed when his hazel eyes raked up her body, pausing
at her firm breasts. His gaze burned, tightening the peaks further.
Finally he lifted his gaze to her face and stepped into the warm
mist, closing his body around her.

The skin of his chest burned as hot as
the shower spray, his words thick like the steamed air around them.
“I don’t want to hurt either of you.”

Her hands slid down his back, dipping
over the curve to his tight ass. She dug her nails into firm flesh,
felt as if they were drifting in the same boat together.
Lost.

“Neither do I, Cory.”

Lifting her face to his, she struggled
to lock away her fears and doubts as Cory caressed her beneath the
gentle spray of water. The past twenty-four hours were surreal,
outrageous. But for the first time in her life she possessed what
she always craved—doubly so. Selena knew she needed both men in her
life because they were each unique, different. Two halves to one
whole.

But would both keep her?

“What worries you, little one?” he
asked, his voice a deep rumble against her hair.

She shivered as he ran a bar of soap
across her back, closing her eyes against the intimacy of the
moment. She kept her mouth shut knowing there wasn’t anything to
say. Both men welcomed her into their lives as if they’d been
anticipating her arrival, eager for it. She had no reason to fear
rejection from either of them. These wolves were not going to
abandon her like her family.

His hands soaped over her hips, lifting
higher much to her delight.

“Perhaps I should just take your mind
off it?”

Selena nodded, remembering how
confident Cory had been the day before, positive he could make her
forget Zane. As his nimble fingers slid over the tight nubs of her
breasts, she moaned, her thoughts lost.

“That’s better, sweetheart.” Cory
whispered, lathering soap in small circles around her nipples. Her
nails scratched over his hips, her eyes screwed shut, stars
exploding behind the lids.

As his fingers moved lower, his lips
grazed hers, sparking a sharp current of need deep inside her.
Wicked desires, heavy passion hummed alive for him. His tongue
lapped the beaded moisture off the corner of her lips before
slowly, purposefully slipping inside the warm cavern of her mouth.
Rising onto her toes, she pressed back, hungry for something more
substantial, her body aching as if it just received a violent
electric shock.

Cory’s fingers slipped inside her moist
sex and she gasped. Her eyes flew back open, catching his devilish
smile. He stroked with slow purpose, his pace steady, delirious.
Heat pooled low in her belly, spreading outward like molten lava,
consuming her. Selena sighed as she fell forward against
him.

“Feels so good,” she panted into the
river of water streaming down his hard chest.

He chuckled as his thumb rolled over
her clit, circling the swollen nub as shivers racked her very
core.

“Yes you do,” he admitted in her ear,
sucking the tender flesh into his mouth and flicking his tongue
across it.

His thick shaft throbbed against her
belly and she hungered for a more thorough taste. “More,” she
breathed.

For a moment Cory’s fingers stalled,
and she cried out when he pulled away. Glancing up at him, she saw
Zane standing immediately opposite the glass door, watching. His
eyes were nearly black with hunger. Feral.

Her fingers trembled against Cory’s
back as she stared into the depths of Zane’s darkening eyes,
believing at any moment he would crash through the glass and devour
her. Cory nibbled her neck, never turning, never stopping his
thorough tasting of her flesh.

“Relax, Selena. He won’t bite.” Cory
slid his tongue down the length of her neck, pinching the tender
flesh over her pulse point between his teeth. “Not yet
anyway.”

He pushed her further into the spray,
rinsing the remaining soap from her body before backing her up
further until she hit the tiled shower wall. Water poured down
Cory’s chiseled physique, the tawny strands of his drenched hair
brushing his shoulders, begging to be touched. She indulged,
digging her fingers into the thick waves of wet hair, breathing in
the heady smell of him. Even now he smelt of damp forest floor, of
pine needles and earth.

He kissed her damp flesh, licking the
rivulets of moisture from her while meandering lower until
capturing one taut nipple in the heat of his mouth and tonguing it.
A moan tore from her lips as she fisted his hair, shocked by the
intensity of that one small flick. A low growl wrapped around them
as Zane paced away from the shower door. “Is he angry with
us?”