7. Kate
Ishifted into my wolf form as if I were following my alpha’s orders. My wolf nor I have ever been keen on following anyone else’s lead. That’s something we’ve always been in sync with; besides, Kane isn’t even our alpha. Still, I had to shake off the weird need and want brewing that she and I have when it comes to doing as Kane says while my wolf bolted through the sizable canine door built into the front door at the lodge.
The hot summer night air does nothing to cool the lava running through my veins. I took a cold shower, thinking that would help soothe whatever was happening inside my body, but that only cooled me down a fraction. The moment I opened the bathroom door and saw Kane standing before me, an inferno blazed to life like it was an entity in itself.
I step backward into a dark corner somewhere in my head as my wolf’s paws speed up. She dashed through a thick brush ten minutes ago instead of taking the trail that loops through the forest on Kane’s pack land. Taking the dirt road would have taken her nearly half an hour to reach his cabin atop a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean.
After being fucked against the hallway wall in the lodge, neither of us wanted to wait that long for round two. But we also don’t plan to make this chase easy on the big beautiful alpha either. If his wolf wants us, he better push his legs harder. We’ve already put at least a mile of distance between us. Of course, I am the faster runner between the two of us. The only wolf I’ve ever met that can beat me is Jagger.
Just before the cabin comes into sight, our senses are overwhelmed by Kane’s smell, a mix of him and his wolf; woodsy, automotive grease, and if alpha dominance had a scent, it would be pure Kane Orion.
Coming here is always torture in the best and worst ways. Over the years, I’ve spent many weeks lying in Kane’s bed at night, alone, wanting and yearning for something I thought I’d never get. I don’t know what finally made him give in tonight, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Knowing what’s coming, I step out of the shadows, then we shift. My wolf retreats as I change back into my human form just as my feet land on the top of the porch that goes from one side of the front of the cabin to the other. It’s not a tiny home, but it’s not the lodge, either. The lodge is at least six or seven times as big. There’s only one bedroom, but it has a full bathroom. When Trez and I would stay here, he’d always sleep on the couch while I enjoyed Kane’s queen-sized bed.
Here, he doesn’t have a specialized wolf-sized door built into the main door like he does at the lodge, and I’d imagine he keeps it locked since most of the other homes are all closer to the lodge. Only the former alpha and beta and their wives live a little farther away, but their homes are on the other side of the pack land. It would take forty-five minutes to reach them if you were to take an ATV or side-by-side through the trail path.
I’m about to grab the doorknob to check if it’s locked when the door swings open, making my eyes snap upward. Before Kane’s massive height comes into full view, I’m snatched around the waist and pulled inside, then pressed against his hard chest before my brain catches up with him being here already.
“What the… How?” I say, my voice exasperated from the run, my shift, and being caught off guard. There’s no way he beat me here. I took the fastest route. It’s over two miles taking the dirt road.
“You think you know my land better than me, beautiful?” He laughs as he lifts my feet off the floor, wrapping my bare legs around his sculpted muscular waist. I’ve never been modest. I don’t know many wolves that are, but that doesn’t mean I actively walk around buck-naked. With Kane, I feel perfectly content in my own skin for the first time in my life.
Coming here, to Moonwake, to the Bloodmoon pack, it’s like coming home from a long trip every single time Trez and I cross the border into Washington state. It shouldn’t feel like that, but it does, and I don’t have an answer as to why that is when it should be the opposite.
We’re supposed to dislike them. Hate them. We were taught they are our enemies. One of the earliest memories I have is Dick making Trez, and I repeat over and over death to the Bloodmoon pack.
Our father’s first mistake was ordering us to hate people we’d never met. I’ve never jumped on that bandwagon, and I never will. It was one of the reasons we came down here in the first place. We wanted to see them with our own eyes, get to know them and decide for ourselves if they were our enemies. Instead, we made friends. At least to me, they’ve become our friends over the years. I know not everyone in Kane’s pack like us. They don’t trust us. They’d prefer we never come back.
“Trust me, Kate, no one knows this forest better than Jagger and me.” He pivots, turning us as he steps forward, and with the back of his bare heel, he kicks the door closed. “I’d share my secrets, but I’m starving from the speed I had to maintain to get here before you.”
He quickens his pace, walking behind the couch to his left and my right side. The cabin has an open floor plan, similar to the lodge, but on a smaller scale. With just one couch and a recliner, more than two shifted wolves won’t fit in this small place, though it isn’t as if I have anything to say.
My house back home is smaller than Kane’s secluded getaway cabin. It’s the smallest house on our pack land, but it was the only one Dick would allow us to take when we moved out, despite there being several bigger ones that are still vacant. I didn’t fight him on the matter. I just wanted out of his house, away from him.
“If you think we’re pausing for you to have a snack, you’re out of your mind.” The heat wreaking havoc deep inside my core is at a boiling point now that I’m back in my human form to the point it’s almost intolerable. His giant, hard dick bobbing below my ass isn’t helping matters either. I need more of him, and he’d better give it to me.
“Baby, I’m getting mine first, then I’ll feed you all the dick your greedy little pussy wants. I might even let your mouth swallow my cock, if it’ll fit.” He smirks, making the challenge in his tone hit its mark. He knows that making it seem like I can’t do something will force me to prove him wrong.
Sitting me down on the countertop of the small island, he removes his hands from under me to glide his palms down the outer sides of my thighs, past my knees, and down the rest of my legs until he reaches my ankles, his hooded eyes on mine the entire time.
“Lie back,” he insists, his wolf adding a growl to his demand, making a shiver run up my spine and along the base of my skull.
If he wasn’t eyeing me like a starved animal, and I wasn’t about to enjoy him feasting on me, I’d probably tell him to eat shit for issuing me another order. Instead, I obey and lean all the way back against the smooth surface as he plants my feet onto the stone.
“Grab your ankles.” My eyes narrow on him, but I reach down, grasping onto the front of my legs, just above my feet. Kane grips my knees, and even with my eyes connected with his, I see the tips of his claws come out. “If you come before I say you can, your pussy is going to miss out on that dick you’re panting so hard for. Wouldn’t that be a shame for both of us?”
A growl seeps past my lips, and I do nothing to stop it, issuing my own warning. Without letting go of my ankles, I lift my back off the counter, coming to my elbow as I snarl at Kane.
“Don’t underestimate my ways of getting exactly what I want,” I tell him, and before he pries my legs apart, I open them, spreading myself as wide as I can.
He takes a breath, slowly inhaling my scent through his nose, savoring it. His lips part, and at the same time, his eyes drop to my center. The feral look in them makes a rush of lava cascade through me straight to my center. Without seeing exactly what he’s watching, I feel the liquid leak from my body. That’s the moment Kane pounces. Dropping the upper half of his torso, his mouth latches onto me: sucking, licking, biting hard enough that my shifter abilities will kick in to heal any bruises he leaves.
“Oh, fuck.” My fingernails dig into the flesh around my ankles while my core tightens as his tongue enters me. Pulling out, he runs the flat part up my center, stopping at my clit.
Kane’s hands roam up my feverish inner thighs as they begin to quake. The tip of his tongue flicks up and down at a rate that I swear is faster than my vibrator. Granted, he’s a supernatural being, but this is beyond otherworldly, or maybe I just didn’t know being with another shifter could be this good.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my voice desperate for more. My back arches, and pushing on the heels of my feet, I lift my ass, trying to get more, wanting to control and take what I need as my muscles lock, and I know I’m seconds away from breaking apart, and it’s going to be glori?—”
What the fuck?!
His tongue stopped, and the vibration coursing through me fades, leaving so fast that a whimper escapes before I can stop the sound from breaking past my lips. The growl that comes from Kane’s throat forces my eyes to snap to his as they flash reddish-orange, and because I can’t blink, I watch in silence, fascinated as they change back to amber a second later.
“You think you can top me from the bottom, little wolf?” His left hand leaves my leg at lightning speed, and I don’t realize his fingers are around my throat until his claws sink into me, eliciting a myriad of tingles that glide down my back until I feel them in my toes.
Jesus, was that an orgasm?
Standing back to his full height, he pulls me into a sitting position, making me release my ankles so that my legs drop and hang off the counter. Dipping his head, Kane smashes his wet lips to mine, pushing his tongue roughly inside my mouth. Somehow, tasting myself on him is making this hotter than when he was lapping my pussy like I was the last meal for a man on death row.
My arms lift, and my hands find his shoulders. I don’t just love feeling his claws in me; I also like digging mine into his skin, which is exactly what I do. Kane’s eyes flash like I knew they would, but before I can smile in triumph, his fingers enter me hard and fast, filling me. He doesn’t give me more than a breath to get used to his thick digits before he begins pumping two fingers in and out in a fast but controlled rhythm.
“Your pussy is mine. Mine to give it what it needs. Mine to make come,” he barks against my lips. Applying more pressure around my neck, he pushes back inside me with such vigor that not only do I feel his knuckles breach my opening, but I swear his alpha strength enters me as well.
My center quivers so violently that it takes more effort than it should to force words from my mouth. “Only if your dick belongs to me.” A growl vibrates up my throat, letting him hear the seriousness in my words. He doesn’t get me without me getting him. “Mine and no one else, Kane.”
I want it all. I’ve wanted him for so long that I don’t remember ever not wanting him. I don’t want to fathom a life without Kane or his pack. It’s why I continue coming back year after year. But that doesn’t mean I can’t live without him. If he isn’t prepared to go all in, then I’m wasting my time and risking my heart for nothing.
“Sounds like a fair trade,” he says before pushing his tongue back into my mouth, making me feel overwhelmed, or maybe this is what drunken humans experience when they’ve had well over their limit.
Still, the fear living in the back of my mind persists. It doesn’t matter how deep down I push, doubt continues to thrive inside me the same as my wolf does. Except now, a sense of foreboding is present too.
Kane may be telling me the words I want to hear, but that doesn’t mean he’ll still mean them tomorrow.
It’s not a wolf’s word that holds power. It’s our bite. We’re not wearing each other’s mark for it to mean anything more than only one night together, yet my heart isn’t getting the memo. Even now, I know he’s all I’ll ever desire. All I’ll ever want, even if I’m not the one he needs the most.
How is he mated to someone else when I feel this so viscerally deep within me?