PackRescue (11 page)

Fina hid her grin as she gave in to the truth of that.

Her pack was dead. She’d fostered the only other survivor as
if he were her own cub. Running had served a need in both of them but maybe it
was time to stop. Someday, maybe, she could find some of the better pieces that
used to be Fina Whitesage. Her wolf had a quiet, nagging certainty staying here
could be the first step.

Nodding quietly, Fina dipped her head and kissed the corners
of Cutler’s mouth. A low rumble, more of a feeling than a sound, moved from
Cutler’s chest into hers as he tightened his hold on her. He lifted his chin,
grinned and exposed his throat to her.

Blinking, aware of the vulnerability and honor he was
granting her, Fina kissed the hard column of Cutler’s neck and carefully ran
her tongue over the roughness of his beard stubble. She breathed in his scent.
Both Fina and her wolf trembled. It was a fine, sensual shimmering that raised
her hair, thrummed through her spine, womb and pussy. Fina’s toes actually
curled inside her cotton socks. This prime, powerful male was hers to claim. He
was offering his status, strength and protection. Only a fool would reject him
and Fina was no fool.

With a deep rumble of pleasure, Cutler ran his hands over
her ass then squeezed gently. Fina trembled and gasped when Cutler’s long
fingers found the seam of her jeans and traveled back and forth between her
legs languidly, pressing only hard enough to tease. “
Cutler,
” Fina
breathed against his skin.

When she started to shake, Cutler shifted her weight, slid
her body off his, stood and picked Fina up. He carried her to her bedroom. He
could smell her burgeoning arousal but mostly he smelled resignation. It wasn’t
what he’d hoped for but maybe it was all she was capable of giving right now.

“I won’t hurt you and I’ll never betray you, Fina,” he
whispered into her hair before he set her on her feet. Cutler closed the door
behind them. “Your wolf wants me.”

She blinked then nodded.

“You don’t trust me fully yet. Hell, you probably don’t
really trust anybody anymore.” He laid his hands on her shoulders then slid
them onto her chest. His fingers rested on the top button of her blouse. “I
know what kind of man I am—how I’m going to treat you. You
will
trust me
in time.” Although he spoke quietly, Cutler’s voice had that firm, confident
undertone only Alphas really mastered. “Me
and
Nath,” he added and his
thinning mouth begrudged the mention of his brother only a little. “What you
feel for me now is lust and maybe gratitude. It’s nowhere near what I want but
it’ll do for now.” He felt his eyes shimmer in the moonlight and he eased the
first button on her blouse open then the one below that.

“Damn you’re beautiful,” he whispered as he slipped her
blouse off her shoulders. He tossed it onto the chair in the corner of her room
then cupped the bottoms of her lace-covered breasts. Cutler stepped closer,
growled quietly and brought his mouth down on her throat.

Fina shivered and it wasn’t entirely with pleasure. Cutler’s
lips were warm, firm and smooth and they fastened on her in an open-mouthed
kiss that made her breath catch. He was also twice her size, monstrously strong
and could tear her throat out effortlessly. Harnessing her unease, Fina laid
her palms on Cutler’s shoulders. She focused on the heat coming off his body,
his patient, confident vibe. It felt good to be held—to be this close to
another living being. Sensing Cutler’s need for her and his control of it, Fina
relaxed and allowed herself to accept the pleasure he offered.

“Hmm,” he breathed against her skin and Fina felt his smile.
Without asking, Fina unbuttoned Cutler’s shirt, pulled it free of his jeans and
tossed it onto the chair with hers. She traced the thick muscles on his arms,
enthralled by the warmth and smoothness of his skin. The dark curls on his
chest teased the skin between her fingers. Cutler inhaled sharply when she ran
the fleshy part of her thumbs across his nipples. He growled and scored her
throat with the tips of his canines but his touch was so delicate Fina only
gasped before she leaned in closer.

When Fina’s breasts pressed into his palms, Cutler sighed
with contentment. Fina was his. Maybe he hadn’t been able to claim her spirit
fully—yet—but he’d be satisfied with her body in the meantime. He squeezed gently
then stepped back to trail his fingers down her abdomen and unfasten the button
of her jeans. In silence, they removed each other’s clothing until, naked,
Cutler eased back the sheets on Fina’s bed, lay down and held out his hand.

Fina’s eyes flared and her wolf prowled the confines of her
mind, restless, licking its lips. Cutler naked was the most erotic thing she’d
ever seen. His endlessly broad shoulders and thick chest shimmered in the
moonlight. Long legs, powerful thighs and a thick, daunting cock standing
straight up almost pulled Fina’s eyes out of their sockets. Suddenly her wolf
wasn’t the only one licking its lips and Fina blushed when Cutler chuckled.

“I feel the same way about you,” he grinned and, propped on
one elbow, beckoned her forward with a subtle movement of his hand. She placed
her palm in his and lay down beside him.

The smile he gave her when he cupped her mound was gentle
yet very male. Inhaling sharply, Fina arched her neck and her knee rose like it
had a mind of its own. Cutler’s long, thick fingers slipped between her legs.
He squeezed firmly, his fingertips pressing against the mouth of her core, then
he slid his hand away. Fina’s sharp rebuke died when he lifted his palm to his
mouth and, his eyes never leaving hers, slowly and deliberately licked the
taste of her from his hand.

Sexual need ratcheted her insides, twisting her as she
watched. He made a quiet sound of disappointment when his hand was clean then
wrapped it around her breast, the one farthest from him. The other he bent to,
then drew her nipple into his mouth and tongued the rigid point languidly.

“Sweet Jesus,” Fina sighed and gripped his head.

“No.” Cutler chuckled against her skin and slowly passed his
beard-roughened cheek over her breast then looked up at her with those melting
eyes of his. “It’s just me, honey.” Grinning, he recaptured the tip between his
lips and suckled her slow and deep. He caressed and pinched its mate until Fina
squirmed and arched her back, pressing her breasts closer to him. Cutler lifted
her easily, settled her over him so that her lush nipples dangled above his
mouth, crushed her breasts together with his hands and tongued and mouthed them
at the same time.

The tip of Cutler’s cock pressed into Fina’s crease and she
began rocking against it…light, teasing pressure that made his heat and
hardness trail between her legs. His cock jumped, caught the mouth of her
sheath then slid over her pussy lips. It nudged her clit and Fina pressed
against him lightly before tipping her hips to start the slow, hot tease all
over again.

He growled against her breasts and bit her nipples with
sensual restraint.

Long, drugging minutes of the dual onslaught had Fina
tossing her head, chewing her lower lip and grinding her pussy over Cutler’s
cock. With a fierce snarl, he rolled her onto her back, kneed her legs apart
and lay between them. His shaft dug into her thigh and he sank his fingers into
her hair, holding her still with the weight of his body. He passed his nose
over her cheek, her jaw, inhaling deliberately.

Cutler smiled his approval when he caught the smell of his
mate’s arousal. He kissed her. It was soft but possessive, a slow, learning
pass of his lips over hers. She was his and he had hours to touch her, pleasure
her. Rolling his big body gently, Cutler gloried in the feel of her small, warm
body beneath his, the scent of her in his nostrils and the taste of her on his
lips. Fina squirmed, her body wanting more direct stimulation, but Cutler held
back. He knew how provocative it was to give a woman a taste of arousal then
backpedal, leaving her hungry and anxious for more. He also loved the feel of
all that softness rubbing against him like his horny little mate couldn’t get
enough of him. Leaning more of his weight into her, stilling her movements,
Cutler settled his mouth over Fina’s and licked the inner rim of her lips.

Trembling, Fina wasn’t sure if she wanted to squeeze him or
cuff him. She opened her lips instead and sank her tongue into his mouth.
Cutler growled and it made Fina so hot she squirmed harder, wanting to rub
every inch of herself against him. Cutler tasted like warm sex with a hint of
spice. He gave up on teasing her and drove his tongue deep. It was a thorough,
patient exploration—like he was learning her. Fina learned him as well. She
liked the way his breath suspended when she ran her tongue over his smooth
teeth, the way his back trembled when she licked the roof of his mouth, the way
his hips punched hers when she groaned and shoved her tongue into his mouth
like she owned him.

“Hmm yeah, baby,” Cutler moaned. He broke the kiss and
dragged his teeth over her jaw. “You’re mine. Every inch of you. I’m gonna love
you just like that.” He wrapped his big hands around her breasts, plumped them
then nuzzled the valley between them. He licked her skin, drenching it with his
saliva, then levered his big body up with such controlled violence Fina gasped.
Still holding her breasts, Cutler straddled her ribs, leaned his weight back on
his heels and pressed his cock into her cleavage. His eyes glowed savagely as
he began to slowly fuck her breasts, nudging her chin with the head. “Taste me,
Fina,” he commanded in a tone that allowed no refusal. “Lick me. Make it wet.”

With each slow, teasing rock, Cutler squeezed her breasts
around his length. His thumbs pressed her nipples sensually and he dragged his
rod over the firm rise of her chest. Pausing at the apex, he growled his
approval when she opened her mouth for him. His wolf’s eyes missed nothing as
she swirled her tongue around the head, sucked him awkwardly then followed
after him when he retreated. Pleasure traced through her as his balls dragged
up and down her chest.

“Good, honey,” he groaned. “So damned good.” Cutler let go
of her breasts and slid his ass farther up her body. Setting his knees wider
apart for balance, he supported her head and slowly dragged the bottom of his
cock over Fina’s lips. He smiled ferally when her eager, pink tongue traced the
thick vein there. The scent of his need, a spicy-sweet musk, filled her head
and made her growl with pleasure. His skin was soft, drawn taut over living,
vital steel. He drew back and Fina’s eyes held his as she swished her tongue
over him from head to root. His balls tapped her chin and without asking he
drew himself up and let them hover over her open mouth. She felt him hold back
a roar of pleasure when she tongued first one then the other. “Suck them,
honey. Gentle,” he whispered coarsely and moaned his approval when she drew first
one then the other heavy orb into her mouth to slowly work her tongue around
him. “Damn. You’re killing me, Fina. Don’t stop,” Cutler breathed and let his
head fall back. He moved his pelvis so she could reach his cock again. She
licked him and his head shot forward so he could watch.

After three slow passes Fina touched Cutler’s arms, caressed
his waist. She was old enough to attend mating runs and had seen women take men
into their mouths in human form. It had always looked like hard work for the
woman, uncomfortable too, but Cutler used her mouth gently and pressed into her
only a little. He held her head so there was no strain on her neck and he moved
slowly. Rather than being overwhelmed, Fina felt sensual, maybe even competent
as he guided her. After one more pass, Cutler stopped. He levered his big body
off hers, kissed her breasts then stretched out beside her. He laid his hand on
her belly.

“Were you okay with that?” His voice was deeper than usual.
Rough.

“Yes,” Fina answered. She ran her tongue over her lower lip
speculatively. “Did I do okay?”

Cutler’s eyes crinkled and he grinned. “Okay? Honey, I had
to stop or I would have come. Just a few licks from that hot little tongue of
yours got me hotter than any woman ever has. Even if they…” His voice trailed
off and he cleared his throat self-consciously.

She shot him a hard look.

“Okay. I get it,” Cutler mumbled, abashed. “From now on I
don’t talk about…I don’t
think
about sex with other women. Especially
when I’m in bed with you.” The corner of his mouth quirked up. “You’re my first
steady girlfriend. Some of this is new to me.”

“And you’re used to being an Alpha.”

“Yeah. There’s that too,” Cutler agreed wryly then made an X
over his chest with his fingertip. “Promise,” he vowed.

“Promise
what
?” Fina demanded suspiciously.

“I promise never to love another woman like I love you, Fina
Whitesage.” He kissed her lips, her collarbone. “I promise that when I look at
a beautiful woman, that’s all I see nowadays—beauty. I don’t feel like doing
anything about it. Nobody moves me but you anymore, honey. It’s kinda weird
actually.”

She slapped his shoulder.

“So…now that you’ve collared and neutered me, what are you
going to do with me?” Cutler’s brows wriggled suggestively. He nudged her thigh
with the tip of his hard cock.

“You’re the Alpha. You tell me,” Fina taunted, then giggled
when Cutler rolled on top of her to nuzzle her throat. He licked a slow,
teasing path up and over her jaw then sank his tongue into her mouth with hot,
thorough confidence. He kissed her gently, at first. Explored and retreated,
teaching her and giving her time to experiment on her own. Cutler’s powerful,
virile body covered her, warmed her, protected her and kept her fears at bay.
Fina slid her arms around him and offered him what he needed.

She moaned in protest when he slid out of her arms and moved
down her body. Cutler kissed her breasts, mouthed her nipples and suckled them
languidly while his hands squeezed and stroked. His fingers trailed down her
body and his mouth followed, caressing her ribs, her waist, the jut of her hip
and her knees. Fina gasped when he painted tiny figure eights on her inner
thigh with the tip of his tongue. Without preamble and like her body belonged
to him, Cutler swung her legs to the side, letting them fall over the edge of
the bed.