Her Wanted Wolf (49 page)

Drew dropped down beside them and wrapped his arms around Sabine.
“Where?”

“Always in your backyard.” The cryptic words were the last the child breathed
before the life faded from her eyes, and her pupils became fixed.

“We can’t leave her here. What are we going to do with her?” Sabine asked
through her tears.

“We bury her with the rest of the Redmaven dead, on our home domain,”
Micah said hoarsely from behind her.

Shaken by the horrific implication of the dead girl’s words, Sabine
turned to Drew. “We have to find Milo.”

Drew rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. “Then the hunt goes on.”

“No. The hunt is now my responsibly. Rifkin slipped away in the confusion.
It is my obligation to find him, and stop Milo.” The mantle of leadership
settled heavily on Micah’s shoulders, but he stood firm under its weight. “It’s
Redmaven business.” He gathered the dead girl in his arms and walked away. His
grief came off him in waves.

Throat clouded by emotion, Sabine whispered, “I would be daunted by the
task ahead of him if I walked in his shoes.”

“No need, he’ll use his anguish as the base of strength to do what he
must. Micah will lose more of his family before this is all over. However, he
has the unwavering loyalty of his true pack. More importantly, he has the love
of his mate. With that foundation, he will rebuild. I almost envy them this new
adventure,” Drew mumbled above her head.

“You want excitement,” Sabine murmured. “I’ll give you excitement.”

“What did you have in mind?” The dark sensuousness in his voice melted
her insides, her body tightened with her need for him.

She pivoted on her heel to look up into Drew’s face. His eyes burned with
lusty need. “You get to tell Balthazar our cub will not be a Silverwolf.”

If she’d thought her words would douse his desire she was wrong.

A carnal need, deep and fervent, shifted across his face. “Well, why
don’t we make sure there is a cub before we break the good news to him? And
since my nose is never mistaken, unless you mess with it, I perceive that your
mating cycle is almost here. I say we take advantage of it and make us a baby.
Something clean and removed from all this death.”

She reached up and brushed a soft kiss across his mouth. “We can do that.
Take me home, Drew. I have a sudden yearning for hearth and home.”

Drew captured her lips, his tongue delved into the warm recesses between
them, arousing her with a few deft strokes of his tongue. She ached, not in
pain, but from the burgeoning of her body. The tissues in her cleft swelled
until she thought they’d burst from the internal pressure. Her nipples hardened
and elongated, hankering for Drew’s touch. She rubbed her breasts against his
chest.

He smoothed his hands over her back, groaning, and she wound her arms
around his neck. Nothing else mattered, not the painful parting with her
sister, or the dangers they’d face in the near future.

“For God’s sake, you two, get a room. You’re spewing hormones and
stirring up the rest of us.” Royal’s disgruntled complaint broke through the
passionate haze muddling their minds.

They broke apart laughing, but they’d pick up where they left off as soon
as they were alone. The journey they were about to embark on they didn’t want to
share with anyone else. It was theirs to travel.

Chapter Thirty-six

Drew’s body quaked as he took another plunge into Sabine’s sweet sheath,
pinning her to the bed with his pelvis. Deeply planted in her, the crown of his
cock nudged up against her cervix. The thought that he was an ejaculation away
from impregnating Sabine added to the intensity of the moment.

Ongoing spasms racked him. He fought to hold his body as still as he was
able, to stave off his looming orgasm. The bliss in the delay was exquisite,
similar to walking a tightrope, edgy, dangerous and exhilarating. It was almost
too much to bear.

He stared down at his mate and was grateful by what he saw. Nipples
flushed and rosy, still damp from his suckling. Her eyes warm, loving and
welcoming.

Sabine tilted her hips, urging him to move. When he didn’t respond to her
demands, she lifted her trembling legs and locked them over his ass at the
ankles.

Her eyes darkened with a sexy mischievousness, she hugged him close and
brushed the turgid tips of her breasts over his chest.

Drew’s abdominals tightened, his back bowed and his ball tightened. A
fervent moan escaped through his gritted teeth.

“Stop that,” he ordered, not sure he wanted her to stop at all. Her
glove-snug channel slid over his rigid cock.

“Why, don’t you like what I’m doing?” Her voice, a husky seductive drawl,
revealed how affected she was. Sabine’s small hand curled around the nape of
his neck, her fingers played over his skin, each slight tap an evocative
caress.

Oh, he liked it, very much. Her internal muscles milked him with tugging
ripples that pulled him inward, and a constricting grip held him tight in her
snug depths. He wanted it to last forever, and any additional provocation from
her weakened his resolve to extend their lovemaking.

His wicked, wanton mate was making it very difficult.

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Sabine clamped her thighs over Drew’s hips and wiggled her hips to
prevent the heightened sensations holding her captive from ebbing. Everything
in her simmered at boiling point, and his thrusts had her channel churning like
a cauldron. Her breasts throbbed. She missed his warm mouth and agile intuitive
tongue on the tips, aureolae, and the sensitive undersides of the full mounds.

Mouths fused, they’d fallen into their bed as soon as they’d arrived at
Drew’s personal den. Impatient, ripping at each other’s clothes, their need to
be skin-to-skin driving them to recklessness abandonment. She responded to
Drew’s hungry kiss, tasting, caressing, until they drove themselves into a
lusty haze filled with desperate need.

He’d lifted her and positioned her dead center on the vast bed. Breaths
agitated, he’d lubricated the spongy bulbous knob on his shaft and sunk heavily
into her. His lids lowered until all she saw was a sliver of brown iris tinge
with gold, feral and possessive.

His first thrust into her vagina triggered her first swift release. When
she came down from that orgasm, with each subsequent maneuver of his hips, Drew
sent her down the path to another.

He skimmed his cock over her inner tissues. His pelvic bone grinding into
her clit, he took her higher and higher until she floated on a plateau of pure
ecstasy.

Sabine wanted to linger there and she couldn’t if he didn’t stoke the
fires he lit within her to keep the blaze burning. The slightest contact was a
sensory overindulgence. She wanted more.

Raising her arms, she cupped Drew’s neck, on the back just below his
hairline. He jerked as if she’d electrified him, his back arched, propelling
his pelvis forward.

A groan, guttural, heartfelt, and tinged with some admonishment, rumbled
up from his chest. However, her needs pushed her to fondle, to arouse and
incite him to action. She deliberately ran her hand down his back knowing what
her touch did to him.

Slick with sweat, the bulges and indentations on his flanks undulated
under her fingertips. Drew twitched under her caresses, his hips rocking from
side to side, and she cradled him between her thighs, taking advantage of his
involuntary movement. The thick base attaching his cock to his body stretched
her opening to a thin, taut circle.

His reaction made her bolder. Sabine levered herself up on her elbows,
and caught his pebble-hard nipple between tongue and teeth. She nipped him, and
held on when he shuddered.

He’d done it to her often enough for her to know how to harvest the most
sensation by toying with the small nub. Pain from her teeth, the nip sent sharp
pricks through the flesh, while the wet supple tongue soothed and manipulated.
A sting followed by delight, it was a sweetly erotic blend of sensations. She
loved it when he did it to her.

And apparently, he loved it when she did it to him. He withdrew abruptly
and rammed back into her, duplicated his movements in fluid glides, smacking
their groins together with each inward thrust.

Her passage clenched and creamed in reaction to his internal massage.
Yes, like that, exactly like that. It was what she needed to keep her basking
in the bliss.

Drew hissed out another wolfish growl. He clamped his hands on her arms
and pushed them to the bed. He reared back on his haunches, pulling the sweet
tidbit from her mouth, and most of his cock from her pussy. With her legs
splayed over his straining thighs, she had to fall on her back.

Only the upper third was left in her. A little annoyed and a lot frantic,
she glared up at him because she couldn’t touch him with her hands.

Drew now had total control of their loving.

There was nothing gentle in his expression as he stared down at her. His
face was a portrait of a man gripped in pure unadulterated male arousal, a
mixture of human wants and the inherent werekin compulsion to mate, arousing
her with its unpredictability and hint of danger.

He leaned forward to hover over her. To Sabine’s delight, his member
glided back into her moist, greedy core. Drew caged her with hands placed on
either side of her head.

“You just had to try to push me over the edge, didn’t you?”

Licking her lips, she stuttered. “Why wait?”

“Have you come enough?”

“Not by any measure, I need more and you’re not giving it to me,” she all
but snarled at him, sulky and peevish.

“Then why the hell won’t you let me give you as many as you can manage,
all that you think you want, and then much more.”

“More?” The idea titillated and intrigued. There was always more.

His beautiful mouth lifted on one side, somewhere between a leer and a
smirk. The gleam in his eyes promised pleasures to come. “Yes, more. Much, much
more.” The sensual pledge in his words had her trembling in anticipation.

Drew dipped his fingers between her folds, finding her peaked clit, bared
by the angle she lay in. He rolled the fleshy bud between his thumb and
forefinger.

Sabine felt every ridge on the callused pads on his fingertips. Their
slight abrasiveness added another layer to the experience, pushing her higher,
onto another plane.

Drew slid his fingers over her pulsing labia, creating a vee with them.
He slid his cock between them. Her back arched when he pressed the back of his
fingers at the spot where he was jammed into her. On top, his knuckles brushed
her clit, and below, the bony joints pressed into the sensitive, often
neglected, nerve-rich area between her vagina and anus. She was full to
capacity with Drew’s cock, and caressed by his nimble digits. He played her
like a piano.

Unable to keep still under his sensual onslaught, her body heaved and
twisted in a sinuous rhythmic dance in tune with is motions. Every sensation
felt more finely tuned, sating every requirement she had.

A strangled gasp husked from her suddenly dry throat. There were no words
to describe the voluptuous overabundant euphoria washing over her. The plateau
was not the pinnacle as she believed, because Drew sent her higher. And she
came in a brilliant starburst.

Not waiting for her to descend from the peak, Drew removed his hand and
pulled her up to sit across his lap. He arched Sabine over his forearm, widened
his jaw, and she shook when he took as much of her breast in his mouth as he
could.

Ignoring her nipple, he gathered the plump mound into the hot cavern and
sucked. A network formed under her skin, transmitting sparks from where his
mouth created the sweet suction, through her breasts, and down her tense belly
to where Drew fucked her with powerful upward thrusts. The dual stimulation
spread through her, entwined, and elicited another release from her. The orgasm
claimed her in a series of shudders.

Sabine braced her hands on Drew’s shoulders to anchor herself in place
since his increased pace had her bouncing on his shaft. The hair on his pubis
stimulated her clitoris, and his fingers stroked the damp crevice between her
buttocks. Keen pleasure, pure and undiluted, ripped through her. She crested on
a wave, descended and rose again. One orgasm flowed into another, she couldn’t
tell where one started or ended. Finally, on a scream, she slumped on Drew’s
chest, sweaty, smirking and sublimely sated.

Drew tumbled her onto her back and they lay face to face. The expression
on his visage was oddly solemn, though his eyes were feverish with desire.
Bodies still connected by Drew’s inflated cock, his frame tense and humming
with his frustrated needs, hers lax and languorous.

“Sabine…” he dragged in a breath, paused, and rested his forehead on
hers. “If you want him or her, our cub that is, to carry your pack name, I will
support whatever you choose.”

Everything in her came to a standstill, then bloomed. Her voice cracked
as she asked, “You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you. I heard the anguish in your voice when you told
Ishbel you couldn’t keep your promise to Balthazar, because of me, for us. If
you would give so much to keep us together, could I give you any less? I made a
big speech about doing all I can to preserve our race, and your pack’s gifts
are a vital part of our heritage. Asking you to let your birthright die out is
tearing at you. Save your birthright as you see fit. If it means I have to
swallow my pride, tamp down my innate possessiveness and the protectiveness I
already feel for any offspring we’ve yet to create, I’ll do it.” It sounded
like he had a hard time saying the last few words. It revealed his inner
struggle, though the conviction in his voice was as good as a vow.

Sabine stared up at him, loving more in this instant than ever before.
He’d handed her a gift beyond price. One she wouldn’t accept because she was no
longer Balthazar’s daughter. By becoming Drew’s mate, by choice and desire,
she’d become her own woman.