Page 68 of Wanted By the Wolves
His wolf makes a sound deep in his chest. It’s animalistic and hot as fuck. Gage’s dick slides through my grip, slick with precum. He rocks into the tunnel of my curled palm, his claws digging into the wood as he keeps up the ragged moans. His wolf knows what he needs even though the man has been fighting us, and the wolf will win.
“Is that what you want? To take your mates and make us one under the moon?”
My nearly feral mate shivers, fur sprouting, then receding under his skin as his cock jerks in my hand. I squeeze his knot, cutting off his orgasm.
Gage whimpers.
“Give me the words,” I growl. “Tell me.”
“Mine,” he says, the sound barely more than a snarl.
It’s close enough. I stroke his knot, and he goes off, painting my hand with warm cum.I nip his ear, stroking him through his orgasm until he’s panting, collapsed against the harsh bark. Planting a kiss on his neck, I turn him in my arms, burying him against my chest.
“Breathe.” My alpha purrs, trying to settle his wolf. He needed this, and he’ll be in a better place for tonight if I can help keep him from getting too riled up. “Stop fighting so hard and just breathe.”
Gage takes a few minutes before moving again, his scent finally mellowing. He pulls back, his cheeks pink as he nervously tugs a hand through his hair. “That was…”
“That was a promise.” I give him a dastardly look as I strip. Backing away, I call for him. “Now come on, let’s finish the perimeter check and get back to our girl.”
I shift, taking to the snow-covered trail. By the time Gage catches up, I’ve made a path through the deep snow to the boundary line.
My mind switches to full hunter mode, my wolf’s instincts on high alert. We’ve been checking the wards twice a day since Gage started having those dreams, but after that first time the western crystal was depleted, we haven’t had any issues. We’re safe behind his wards. We need to focus on the magic of the moon and our mating bond, but on both fronts, my wolf is confident.
My wolf sniffs along the wards, checking for strange scents or signs of ferals. Gage falls in beside him, his grey-and-white wolf matching pace. All thoughts of Gage’s hang-ups and Nova’s upcoming heat get tossed aside, my wolf fully focused.
The fresh snow has been worn down into a small path we’ve made along the perimeter, but even with that, it’s slow going. We head west along the wards but don’t find anything, not even at the spot where the ferals had initially gathered. The traps are clear, the boundary is intact, and the woods are free of feral tracks.
My wolf gives over my skin, and I kneel, running my hands through Gage’s fur. “We’ll loop around the perimeter to check the crystals, but I don’t sense any activity.”
The grey-and-white wolf nods, taking off. I shift, racing to take the lead. A cold blast of wind whips through the trees, making it feel as though the fresh mountain air is charged with static. I’m alive with the hope of it, the world almost shimmering with my happiness.
My wolf picks up the pace again, eager to finish so we can return to our mate.
Chapter 36
Dex
Milkshake lets out an undignified moo as I loop the lead around her neck and get her situated in the wooden chute for milking. I strap her in and wash her before attaching the milking machine.
It’s early, the drama of Mother Clucker and her hen house tucked away in the rafters. Later, this place will be a wordless soap opera, the hen holding high court and Cluck Norris strutting around his roost.
While Milkshake is in the chute, I muck the roost. It’s messy work but a necessary part of living here. I’m a hunter, but I have to admit I like taking care of the animals and the property.
At first, the animals were wary of me. The bull still keeps his distance. The animals can feel my predator, and it puts their instincts on edge. But after a month here, we’ve come to an agreement of sorts. They still prefer Nova, but I can’t blame them for that.
I wash up and finish with Milkshake, who is in much less of a hurry now. It takes sweet-talking and cooing in her ear before she lets me lead her back to her area of the large barn.
The courtyard is next but only requires light shoveling. Snow has held off for a few days, giving us a reprieve. I catch sightof Nova through the kitchen window as she dances around, her fuzzy socks making her slip and slide along the floor.
She’s fucking radiant, my own personal sun. It’s never gonna get old that she’s here and mine. It’s like I’ve found a missing part of myself. Around her, I feel whole.
I stare like a creeper, watching her for so long that she must feel my gaze. She looks my way, and a slow smile spreads over her lips. Her flour-covered fingers curl in a wave. She blows me a kiss before going back to the dough. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face if I tried, but I force myself to get moving so I can get back to her.
By the time I finish the remainder of the chores, the itch under my skin has become too much to ignore. The moon is a hazy dot in the bright afternoon sky, its power seeming to shimmer in the air.
My wolf is eager for it to reach its zenith. He’s ready to share my skin, to sink his teeth in and claim our mate. I hurry back to the cabin, just as ready.
Nova is still in the kitchen, her cute ass in the air as she bends to take a tray from the oven.
