Her Wanted Wolf (34 page)

She was wet and succulent in her arousal. Hell, if it got any better his
head would explode. Drew felt Sabine’s butt flex against his belly, and her
sheath contract into a snug sleeve around him.

Pumping his hips in short jerky surges, he set a rhythm, which sent her
hips rocking back and forth. Her juices flowed freely, coating the length of
him and seeping down his balls.

All that sweet nectar going to waste.

Drew saw Dex lounging in the shadows; he was perfect for his needs. The
were in him wouldn’t feel threatened by Dex as Sabine’s prime-mate.

“Ready for something new?

“New?” Sabine chuckled, “I thought the show Ishbel and Rafe are putting
on was it.”

“No, I have something else in mind for you.”

Drew caught Dex’s attention and motioned for him to join them. Dex picked
his way through the mass of writhing bodies.

Drew retrieved the can containing the peachy syrup, dribbled it over her
crotch, and used his fingers to pull back the folds of Sabine’s vagina, exposing
her clit. Dex grinned with understanding and crawled between her legs, taking
the offering into his mouth.

Sabine jerked. The muscles in her channel gripped his lance tightly in
reaction to the added stimulation.

“Drew?” The doubt in her voice tugged at him.

“Yes, babe, it’s all good, so enjoy.” Drew held Sabine’s hips still so
she could feel the full impact of him planted in her and a tongue on her clit.
He benefited from Dex’s long fluid swipes also, Sabine responded to each one
with a squeeze on his cock while she rode him. In spasming pulses, her inner
membranes clung to his steely shaft.

She was near, her body stiffened and relaxed all at once.

“Oh, my God,” she screamed and shuddered, losing control of her body.

Dex eased back.” I guess my work here is done.” He moved off to sate his
own needs.

Yeah, Sabine came. Her snug depths undulated
in waves over his throbbing erection as her orgasm died away. However, the
night was young and he would bring her to the peak of bliss as many times as
she could take, and he could manage.

Chapter Twenty-four

Sabine watched Drew prowl around the living room with a barely leashed
patience. He stopped and fidgeted with a collection of rocks, before he resumed
his restless pacing. Finally, he threw himself into a chair to stare broodingly
through the glass wall facing the valley below.

The entire pack shared his agitation. During the daylight hours they
busied themselves with mundane tasks, and by night, they ran in small bands to
ease the anxiety of waiting. Over the past few days, Drew’s demeanor changed,
from focused and hopeful, to doubt-filled disappointment at their lack of
progress in locating his sister.

They’d come in from their run tonight, cleaned up, and now she lounged on
the sofa watching him pace. Sabine took a sip from a cup of hot chocolate
loaded with marshmallows while she flipped absently through a visual dictionary
she’d found in the library set up for the children. She was determined to put
names to the unfamiliar objects she encountered on a daily basis.

Sabine looked up to see Drew rising from his seat to circle the room yet again.
She could gauge his moods as well as she did her own now. The haunted look on
his face and silence told her his mind was on his sister. It hurt her to see
the brooding look on his face return. There had to be something she could do to
distract him, even if it was for a short time.

Several of the electronic tags he’d placed on the Redmavens had gone
dead. It was bad enough they had scattered and seemed to be taking a circuitous
route to their final destination, stretching out the interminable wait to retrieve
Aimee even more. Everywhere the rogues traveled, the little blips showed up on
the computer. The packs whose territory they passed though kept track of the
Redmavens from a distance. One week had stretched into two.

“Are you hungry? I could make you some more food.” She’d mastered the
stove. Well, not really mastered; she’d scorched the steaks earlier, but they
were rare inside so that couldn’t count as actually burning their dinner.

“Uhmm, yeah, go on to bed if you’re tired. I’ll join you soon.” Pausing,
he braced his arms on one of the ceiling-to-floor panes of glass and stared
blankly out into the night.

Clearly, she hadn’t offered much of a distraction. His mind was a million
miles away. Well, she’d try again.

“Would you care to join me? We could spend the rest of the night making
love.”

For a moment, she thought what she said hadn’t registered, but he turned
to face her. The shadows drifted from his eyes, and his lips curled into a mock
leer. “Did someone mention sex?”

Sabine snorted, the wolf had a one-track mind. “Thought that would get
your attention. Sex seems to be foremost on the minds of male weres.”

Drew pushed off the window. His expression lightened as he sauntered over
to her. “As long as we’re breathing, we’re thinking about it.”

He dropped to his knees on the thick cushions she reclined on and laid
the full length of his body on hers. Sabine parted her thighs to cradle his
hips between her legs. Drew’s eyes darkened with sexual interest, his nostrils
flared, and his cock hardened against her crotch.

“And now you’ve got me more than thinking. You have me wanting.” He
caught her bottom lip between his teeth, nipped it, and eased back to study
her.

Sabine sighed. Her body softened with expectancy of what was coming. He
ran his lips along her jaw and slipped a hand between the lapels of her robe to
fondle, tease, and arouse. His hands and mouth on her always heated her blood,
making her heart beat at the speed of a jackrabbit.

Needing a taste of him, she offered her lips.

Drew claimed her mouth with a teasing voraciousness. He eased up off her
body without breaking the kiss. At the same time, he fumbled with the belt at
her waist. The sash slithered off at his insistent tugs. The front panels of
her robe gave in to gravity and fell open. The silky slide of the feather-light
cloth caressed her bare breasts. Her sensitive nipples hardened under the
slight friction.

Drew released her lips and contemplated the tight pink nubs with blatant
masculine appreciation. His intense scrutiny made her feel wholly feminine and
desired.

Charmed, Sabine chuckled and reached up to cup his face, wanting to
participate fully in their loving. She cherished these moments when they were
alone together, she hoarded them like a miser.

He struck, as swift as a snake, and captured her wrists.

As he’d taught her, she twisted her wrists to break his hold, but he
offset her action by loosening his grip for a short time before capturing her
limbs again to pull her arms above her head.

“I want to touch you,” she complained.

Drew leaned in and nipped her chin. “Not yet. I want you completely at my
mercy.” He bound her hands with the sash and lowered them to rest over her
stomach, his hand holding the belt like a leash.

Intrigued, she relaxed. Sabine’s brow rose in question.

His only response was the mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

It stoked her curiosity and aroused her at the same time. Sabine’s breath
hitched in her throat and her skin heated. She was eager to see what new
experience he was about to share with her.

How she wanted him. Her desire uncoiled and morphed into a burning need.

Sliding down her body, Drew settled between her thighs. Their gazes
connected and she gulped when she saw the fierce hunger in his eyes.

Sabine shifted restlessly under his perusal. Drew stared at her with a
gaze tinged with speculation.

Drew allowed the length of the belt to slide over his palm to catch the
tasseled end of the tie in his hand. Sabine gulped when he trailed the tendrils
between her breasts and over her stomach.

Mesmerized, Sabine watched it slowly glide down her belly in a sinuous
motion.

She held her breath. Her passage pulsed, and she wondered how it would
feel when it touched her clit. Her body released fluids, and the slow seeping
liquid was a caress in itself. It trickled across her perineum and her clenched
sphincter. A soft needy whimper escaped from her lips.

He swept the small brush over her mons, teasing and taunting, until her
hips arched off the sofa. Then, and only then, did he swirl the decorative
bobble over her clitoris. A thousand tiny fingers danced over the nerve-rich
nub. Sabine gasped, and grabbed for Drew’s instrument of pleasure but he
controlled her actions with his grip on the silk tied around her wrists.

Drew swept the multitude of strings over her pulsing tissues in a
continuous circular motion until Sabine writhed with pleasure. It was
unbearably sweet. With a few deft strokes, he brought her to the precipice of
orgasm.

The swirls and sweeps continued, and with a few more clever manipulations
over damp spasming tissues, he plunged her into the blissful abyss. She soared,
body taut, suspended in ecstasy, until she drifted down.

Her body lax, damp with a light coat of perspiration, a soft gratified
smile spread across her face. “You have the wickedest, most inventive mind.”

His response was an unrepentant smirk. “But you have little to compare me
to. How can you tell I am wicked?” He stripped off his shirt and unbuckled his
belt. The rasping whisper of his zipper preceded the release of his fly.

Rigid and dripping, his shaft sprang free, and she took him into her
shackled hands. A squeeze and caress over the length of it had his muscled
thighs trembling.

“True, but I am a quick study, and I can be inventive too.” Gripping his
shaft, she sat up and pushed Drew on his back. “There’s something I’ve been
dying to try out.” Sabine knelt between his thighs and sniffed the rigid shaft
in her hand. Her sense of smell came alive and her mouth watered with wanting a
taste of him.

Determined, yet unsure, Sabine flicked out her tongue and took her first
greedy taste of Drew. Her tongue slid silkily over the slick head of his
member, satiny smooth to the touch. She licked delicately over the bulbous
head.

A throaty growl cautioned her that she wasn’t to tease him too much, but
she didn’t heed his warning.

Fluid dribbled from the slit in the spongy flesh she lapped. Salty with a
tangy hint of musk and utterly delicious essence of her mate coated her tongue.

Hunger, deep, primal and driven by the were at the heart of her flooded
Sabine. She slid the tip of her tongue into the small seam, from where this
elixir seeped. Delicate laps coaxed more and more of his fluid from him. Each
droplet whetted her appetite. Her hands slid over the throbbing shaft, its
smooth steeliness a testament to his virility.

Drew cradled her head between his hands, his breathing harsh and labored.
Flattening her tongue, she pressed it against the length of him and slid it
down from tip to scrotum. Reveling in the taste of him, she cupped his balls
and gave those a tentative lick. She took cock into her mouth and sucked like
the Tootsie Pops Saffa introduced her to.

“Enough.” His plea, cloaked in a demand, was uttered in a husky
unrecognizable grunt. Drew pulled her mouth off him, sat up, and pushed her back
on the sofa. He took her by the waist and straddled her over his hips.

Face to face, she saw the blaze of his were’s presence in his eyes. The
she-wolf in her responded and her claws descended. Sabine sank them into the
muscles in Drew’s shoulders and at the same moment, he pulled her down on his
cock.

His steely bulk eased her tissues apart and they clung to him like a wet
snug coat. Sabine used her knees to lever herself up and lowered herself, eyes
closed, savoring every inch she took into her. The bite of his fingers on her
hips, his tense thighs under her ass added another layer of sensation to the
experience. Each stroke sent him deeper, caressed her inner tissues more
intensely, and sent her higher.

Locked in delicious delirium, they ground their groins against each
other’s. There was nothing sweet about their loving. It was frantic and feral.

Their bodies strained, hips bucked, hands clawed, teeth nipped.

Drew clamped his mouth over a nipple. His teeth broke her skin. Sabine
raked her claws down his back, drawing blood. The scent of it sent them into a
frenzied fucking.

Swift and brutal, they reached completion together, she on a scream, he
with a rough growl.

Gasping for breath, Drew slumped back on the sofa with Sabine plastered
to his chest and her head nestled into the crook of his neck. Still planted
inside her, the rigidity of his cock barely diminished. She smiled. They would
have another bout of loving as soon as they caught their breaths.

Strident shrills blared over their harsh pants. Their heads swiveled and
they both stared at the phone with a mixture of annoyance and dread. No one
called this late unless it was an emergency.

Drew snatched up the device, his hand trembling. “Yeah, and this had
better be good, or I am going to put an end to any aspiration you have of
becoming a father.” He listened intently.

He must have liked the information imparted because a fierce, feral grin
spread across his face.

“Perfect. Can you make the travel arrangements for us? Shit, Rick, don’t
you have enough toys. How much is this going to cost me? Fine, count me in, if
it lives up to your sales pitch.” Drew snapped the phone shut and captured Sabine’s
mouth in a short voracious kiss.

“We are about to hunt Redmavens, little wolf.” He levered her off his
hips and got to his feet. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up and dressed. We’re
taking a little trip.”

“Where are we going?” She followed on Drew’s heels as he headed for their
bathroom. He washed swiftly and she did the same. The urgency coming off Drew
didn’t encourage her to linger. She followed him into the bedroom where he
rifled through the racks of clothing he’d acquired for her.