Her Wanted Wolf (43 page)

“Then when? Time is of the essence here, Drew.” Sabine turned to the
silent brooding Micah. “In exchange for a boon from the Silverwolves, Micah
Redmaven, tell me what we need to know, since my stubborn mate won’t ask.”

Aimee turned, wrapped her arms around Micah’s waist, and rested her head
over his heart. “Winter is six months away. We’ll need shelter before it sets
in, especially for the cubs, our sick, and our elderly. My baby is not going to
be born on this tub.”

Micah sighed, expelling some tension from his rigid body. “What do you
want to know?” He addressed Sabine to bypass any interaction with Drew.

“How is your pack mate able to mask himself?” Still he hesitated. “The
Silverwolves are the only pack who have that inherent ability.” Micah’s eyes
flickered with interest.

Micah snorted. “Let’s just say you’ve connected some dots for me. The
pack splintered with orders to regroup when Bardo sent out the call. He headed
east with his fore-fighters and a select few members of his pack. We stumbled
onto an area where it seemed nobody could pick up our scent trail. I guess that
was your doing. Milo started to take air and soil samples before Bardo sent us
to Savannah to meet up with the rest of the pack. So here is what I think.
Milo’s cloned whatever the hell you use to hide yourselves. And that’s not all
he’s working on.” Micah trailed off, and a fraught, oppressive silence
descended over them as they absorbed what they faced.

Sabine’s initial shock and dismay came off her in a billow. And she
wasn’t the only one affected so badly. Ishbel reached for Rafe who gathered her
trembling body into his arms.

Dizziness swamped Sabine.

“Oh, shit. It just gets better and better doesn’t it?” Drew’s anger
seemed vapid to what she felt. It went deeper than mere anger for Sabine. The
essence of her, the gift that was her family’s to command was stolen. She felt
violated.

“Save your ‘oh shits’ for later,” Micah advised Drew, finally addressing
him. “You’re going to need them. I have bad, worse and worst news for you. Milo
is missing. Your mate’s bite marks should have almost disappeared by now, and
that tells me Milo has perfected the serum he was working on to inhibit our
ability to regenerate. If Milo can camouflage a wolf’s spoor and couple that
with a way to prevent us from recovering from our wounds we are all screwed. I
believe Rifkin has Milo, and therefore access to all the formulas he creates.
Rifkin is worse than Bardo. Somehow I don’t think an ‘oh shit’ will cover that
situation, do you?”

“Who the hell is this Rifkin,” Drew demanded, fuming.

“You made his acquaintance earlier. That big were who was about to take a
big chunk out your hide before we showed up. Pity he didn’t get a shot at you
before we showed up.” Micah’s feigned regret earned him a toothy smile with
little or no sincerity.

“He could have tried.”

Micah shot him a ‘yeah right’ glance. “Anyway, he’s been lining himself
up to take over my clan. And he’ll be hard to find now that we can’t track
him.”

“Sabine and Ishbel knew something wasn’t right but couldn’t quite figure
out what it was. Whatever Milo created has triggered some sort of stimulus that
warns you something is off. You know when a were using Milo’s crap is in the
vicinity.”

Talk about tossing a starving person a crumb. “Yes, you’re right. It’d be
like doing the reverse of scenting out a were.” She and Ishbel exchanged a
relieved grin. “So what are we going to do next? I can’t wait to have a little
chat with this Milo about messing with people’s pheromones.”

“
You
are going to sleep to complete your healing.” Drew gathered
her up into his arms and rose to his feet.

“But I’m not sleepy.” He ignored her protest.

“You’re wilting like a daisy on hot day.” Drew let out a scoffing laugh.
“Got a spare bunk on this barge?”

“You can have our bed,” Aimee offered.

Well if she had to sleep to heal, she’d do it. But when she woke up, she
was going on a hunt, a blood hunt on behalf of her birth pack. It was her last
thought as she drifted off.

Chapter Thirty-one

Sabine woke up with her mind racing and energized by the need to take
some kind of action. What she had learned the night before played over in her
head. She needed to find Micah and ask him more about Milo’s experiments, but a
sleeping Drew had her wedged between him and the wall. He had one leg nestled
between her thighs and one arm looped around her waist. She tried to wiggle
from his hold but his arm tightened around her.

“Are you awake?” she whispered above his head and wiggled to make room.

With his face buried between her breasts, Drew mumbled a muffled plea,
“For God’s sake keep still, I don’t want to fall onto my ass. I might damage
something vital.”

“Was anything decided after I passed out?”

When he didn’t answer, she gave him a poke in his belly.

A sound somewhere between a grunt and sigh preceded his response. “Not
much. I got in touch with Justice and dropped the whole mess into his lap. He’s
going to need some time to browbeat the council into seeing things our way. He
warned me it might be a little more difficult than we thought. There’s going to
be a lot of resistance to the Redmavens reclaiming their ore-rich territory.
Some of the local packs were mentally divvying up the land. It shouldn’t be up
for grabs for a generation, but the consensus is that the Redmavens shouldn’t
be allowed back into the fold, so they might as well parcel it up now.”

She lay still for a while digesting what she just heard and ran a bunch
of “what ifs” through her head while Drew drowsed beside her. That burned off
very little of the energy humming inside her. Sabine flexed her foot, tensing
and relaxing the tendons in her leg. She felt a slight tug in the tendons, but
she was reassured that her injuries were healing.

“I’m hungry.”

Eyes closed, Drew reached up and fumbled for something on the shelf above
their heads. He took a package off it and handed it to her. A pair of yellow
cakes shaped like bars nestled temptingly within the clear wrapping.

Mouth watering, Sabine tore the package open and bit into the spongy
cake.

An explosion of creamy sweetness filled her mouth. “Oh my goodness, Drew,
you give the best presents.”

He eased up on his elbow, the sleepiness drifting from his eyes. “I have
better.” He retrieved a second package and passed it to her.

These cakes glistened like dark temptation, rich and chocolaty with a
squiggle of white icing down the center.

“This might go a long way to make up for my suffering yesterday.” She
didn’t lose any time devouring Drew’s new offering.

“How is your leg?” He ran his hand over her thigh and hip. His eyes grew
grim seeing the fading pink marks on her skin.

“Fine, I hardly feel it.” She cradled his cheek in her hand. “The scars
will fade. I’m thinking another cake or two might go a long way in completing
my recovery.”

“You’ve had your morning treats. I think I’d like mine now.” Drew rolled
her over onto her back. The gleam in his eyes hinted at a treat even more
delicious than what she’d eaten.

She widened her eyes and sighed, infusing it with regret. “I’d repay your
generosity, but I don’t have a thing to offer.”

Drew’s eyes narrowed until only his irises showed through his spiky black
lashes. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Why don’t I do a little exploring and see
what I can find.” He hooked her thighs over his forearms and the bulbous head
of his cock nudged between the damp folds over her vagina. The pressure was
enough to release a slick flow of moisture from her channel. The emission
coated the knob, making it slippery. It slid glass-smooth over her tissues,
sparking electric pulses over her body.

His brows shot up in mock surprise. “Now look at that, I’ve already found
something. I wonder what else there is to find.”

Licking her lips, she husked, “Well, you should do a more thorough
search. I’d hate it if you missed anything.” Sabine traced the smiling curve of
his lips with her fingers.

“Hey, I’m detail oriented. No nook or cranny will be left unexplored.” He
caught a fingertip between his teeth and nipped it. He drew it into his mouth
and suckled. Her nipples tightened; Sabine tilted her hips to appease the
yearning to have his shaft inside her. A mere inch slipped past the snug
muscles at the mouth of her channel and they pulsed hungrily around him.

“Do that again.” He pressed his lips on her mouth, then her cheek, and
slid them down her neck to rest them at the base of her throat.

“It’s involuntary.”

A tension filled shudder shook Drew’s lean frame. “Now why does that make
me even more aroused than if you’d done that on purpose?”

“I have no idea, but let’s see what else I can do to make you feel the
same way.” She pushed his arms from under her thighs, clamped them over his
hips, locked her ankles behind him, and heaved upward.

The rigid length of his cock bore down into her, sliding over her
sensitized flesh, filling her. The pleasure was an excessive cornucopia of
bliss. Her fingers bit into Drew’s shoulder, her legs quivered against his
haunches. She squirmed under him. Planted to the hilt, Drew’s pubic bone ground
into her clit, the hair there adding another layer of stimulation.

A throaty moan slipped through her lips on a sigh.

“Good?” Dark carnal anticipation filled his eyes.

Caught up in how he made her feel, she stuttered, “Ahh yes, it’s so very
good.”

“Let’s make it better.” He pulled out of her body. She floundered a bit, like
a fish gasping for air. Here she was, wanting and willing, and he removed
himself from where she needed him most.

Drew turned her around and put her on her hands and knees. He aligned his
pelvis to her butt, and he leaned down to press his chest to her back. He
rubbed his shaft’s slick head up and down the furrow of her slit. His teasing
set her on the sharp edge between arousal and the glorious gallop to
fulfillment.

“I don’t need any preparation. Do it.”

“Sabine, Sabine. Don’t be in such rush.” He brushed her hair off her
back. Drew dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck and the tissues in her aching
cleft pulled tight in response. The warm surface of his tongue heated her
already-feverish skin and sent her pulse racing at a frantic pace.

“What are you doing to me?” As if she didn’t know it was his intention to
drive her out of her mind. Could someone go insane anticipating pleasure?

She felt his smile against her skin. “After all we’ve done you don’t
know?”

With his tongue flat against her skin, Drew eased down her body. He left
a warm damp line all the way down the middle of her back and blew hot air over
the moist streak. Sabine arched her back as a line of goose bumps rose along
the length of her spine.

“Better?” he whispered.

“Yes, much better,” she managed to whimper.

“Then let’s shoot for the best.” Drew buried his nose into the crook of
her neck. “Do you still want me, Sabine, want my mate’s mark?”

For once, she could answer him without feeling that her loyalties were
divided. This was absolutely the right thing to do. The were in her flexed and
expanded, opening to embrace the consummation of their werekin bond. An
alluring scent she’d never exuded before wafted over them, a call to mate,
she-wolf to were.

“Yes, mark me. Make me yours.” Sabine tilted her head to the side, baring
her neck. She offered herself to him without reservations.

Drew gripped her hip, set his shaft at her opening, and his teeth at the
crook of her neck. Sabine felt his fangs nick her skin, as his were responded
to the lure sent out by her she-wolf.

Simultaneously, cock and fang sunk into her flesh. Her silky dew
moistened her channel, and Drew claimed her by clamping his mouth into the
sensitive nerves where her shoulder met her neck, as was his right.

His low, possessive growl reverberated through her, opening up a place
hidden deep in her, and gave him a conduit to her heart.

The sting on her shoulder, and Drew’s sheath-stretching thrusts into her,
tangled Sabine in a sweet, blissful surrender. The combined sensations were divine.
They were freeing and binding all at once.

Pulled bow-string taut by the starburst of pure erotic pleasure, Sabine
pushed back at Drew, meeting him thrust for thrust. The slap of flesh meeting
flesh echoed across the small room.

Drew cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between is fingers. His
other hand sought out her clitoris, and he slid two fingers on either side of the
tightly drawn bud in rhythm with his hips.

Yes, as he promised, there was nothing like making love with your mate
once the mark was in place. It was a rapturous loving, mind, body and soul
unified.

With a lithe grace and power, he caressed the sensitized muscles hidden
deep inside her with his member, ensnaring her in an ecstasy so complete it
made her blind to everything except his spell over her body.

Her sheath clenched around Drew’s steely erection with a snug rippling
grip. His appreciative grunts incited her to push back to take more, to give
more.

His fangs held her in place and his shaft embedded in her satisfied his
were’s basic need to master its mate. With every stroke and caress, she
recognized the underlying tenderness with which Drew always made love to her.
The were and the woman that made her whole welcomed his dominance and his
loving. His hands, mouth and cock gave her what she needed.

Drew clamped on her hips and jutted deep into her. His cock’s blunt crown
brushed her cervix drawing copious amounts of succulent fluids from her. The
heady odor mixed with his spoor pushed them to another level of eroticism. The
inward lunges of his hips were unrelenting. His groin moved in rhythm with her
backward heaves, and the heavy scrotum played a sweet aria over her clit.