Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Three days later, Fenris was damn tired of Rudra avoiding him. It felt as if the rest of the clan had come by her house to visit while he recovered from that nasty altercation with a demented sorcerer. Yet the alpha couldn’t give him the time of day—in her own bedroom.
His sides itched, where he’d born the majority of damage from those friggin’ evil werewolves. But when he moved to scratch it, Jericho caught his hand.
“Shit.”
“Easy, Goldie. You open those wounds, and Rurik will have my head.”
“Lucky you, babysitting duty.” Fenris glared.
Jericho shrugged. “Someone had to do it. Unless you’d rather I let the Nash brothers back.
Or how about Janice? She seems to like you, and she’s in heat.
” He grinned, his amusement turning his face from somber and scary to almost handsome.
No wonder the ladies in the village liked the guy. Couldn’t be his sterling personality.
“Janice?”
“You know, the redhead with a bad dye job? The one trying to pass herself off as a blonde? I think she’s got it bad for the clan’s favorite golden boy.”
Fenris cringed at thoughts of the touchy-feely red wolf. She smelled all wrong and seemed to have nothing on her mind but sex, which he used to find attractive in a woman. How times had changed. “No, thanks. She turns me cold.”
Jericho smiled.
“Why the hell are you so pleasant lately? It’s scaring me.”
Jericho laughed. “No way a wolf can turn Janice down when she’s in heat.
Except for you. Must be because you’re mated to the alpha.
Man. How the hell did I not see this? I only thought you’d bring us back to the Great Forest. I had no idea you’d save her family from a sorcerer’s curse.
Or that you’d get Rudra’s panties in a bunch.
The woman is so frustrated in love with you, it’s not funny. ”
Fenris paused. “She is?” Warmth unfurled at the thought. She’d been acting so cold lately, so distant that it hurt.
“She’s hot for you, bro. But she doesn’t want you to pull anything. You took a pretty bad beating from Mikhail and his monsters.”
Uncomfortable with all the praise he’d been receiving, Fenris ignored it.
“It was Rurik’s plan, really. He knew that spell was a setup, but he needed Mikhail to believe he believed in it.
” He shrugged. “Hell. I needed the challenge. Lucky me, they provided it. But you know, I’m needing something else right now.
” He squirmed, his dick constantly hard whenever he thought about Red.
“Whoa, buddy. Sorry, can’t help you there.”
“Asshole.” Fenris glared. “She’s avoiding me. I can’t get the bull-headed woman to stay put long enough to fix whatever’s wrong.”
Jericho had the nerve to look relieved. “I can help with that. Wait here.” He left the room.
Fenris rolled his eyes. Where else would he go?
Rudra had appointed a bevy of guards to make sure he didn’t leave the house until she gave the okay.
The confinement should have bothered him more, but here, in her bedroom surrounded by her scent, he felt a measure of peace.
If only he could make her stay put and explain why she’d been avoiding him.
He had a bad feeling it had to do with his relation to Uncle Mike. And he didn’t know what to do about it.
As he paced the room, trying to figure a way out of this mess, he wondered what to do about his feelings for Red.
He knew he loved her. He didn’t want to live without her, but he couldn’t turn against his family.
She hadn’t given him much more than her body, but he knew if he had the chance and time, he could make her fall in love with him.
He hoped.
The door banged open. Jericho manhandled Rudra into the room. “There. Now work it out, alpha, and don’t leave the house until you do.” Jericho growled and slammed the door behind him when he left.
Fenris stared hungrily at the woman he could no longer deny as his mate. Her hair curled around her face and trailed over her breasts. The scent of feminine need and fear filled the air, simultaneously teasing and unnerving him. Red, afraid?
“Red.”
“Fenris.”
They spoke at the same time.
He paused. “You first.”
Her nipples pebbled under the long-sleeved pullover she wore. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them, they gleamed like topaz. “You’re free to go.”
He took a step toward her and stopped. “What?”
“I said you’re free to go. You’re not a prisoner here. You have our thanks,” she said stiffly.
The glassy sheen in her eyes alarmed him.
“Are you okay, Red?”
She coughed. “Just go, okay? Go back to the Great Forest and your Silver Clan. Jericho will guide you safely through the woods. Know that we owe you a great debt—”
“Bullshit. What’s wrong with you?” He grabbed her by the arms and yanked her close. “This is because of my uncle, isn’t it? Well, I can’t help it. I am who I am.”
“What do you want from me?” she yelled, startling him with the depth of her anger. “I’m letting you go, giving you exactly what you want. Do you want an apology in blood? Is that it?”
“What I want is you naked and in the middle of that bed,” he snarled and shifted into his werewolf, slicing through his clothes as he transformed.
“I want to make the final claim on you I should have made days ago. And then I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.
Until our pup grows in your belly. I want to stand by you and protect you for the rest of your life. ”
She blinked away the tears streaming down her face. The scent of her fear receded, replaced by a mouth-watering arousal. “You do?”
He ran a claw over her cheek, mesmerized by her scent and by the glow of love in her gaze. “I love you, Red. But I can’t lie. I can’t go against my clan for you. I’ll do anything else you want. But I can’t turn against the family who raised me.”
“I should never have asked you to.” She sighed and nuzzled her cheek across his chest, mixing their scents. “You’re strong and big and mine. You know you claimed me weeks ago. I haven’t forgotten waking up to find a wolf behind me, either.”
He was hoping she hadn’t realized what he’d done, half asleep. Because he loved that he’d staked that claim and planned to again real soon. “Hmm. Yes, I remember that.” He ground against her belly, digging his cock into the hard plane of her abdomen. “Still, you’re not fully mine yet.”
“But I want to be.” She took his furry face in her hands. “I love you, Fenris.”
“By the Wolf, it’s about time.” He kissed her, then stepped back, letting her look her fill. “I’m so hard. It’s not going to take long to do this. I promise I’ll do my best not to hurt you.”
She didn’t flinch, his perfect mate. Red walked toward him and cupped his thick erection. Her touch made him groan.
“I happened to find an unguent we can use. It should help me take this monster up my ass.” She rubbed her hand over the head of his shaft, taking the milky evidence of his excitement and spreading it over him.
“Strip and get on the bed,” he growled, beside himself. Finally. The female would belong to him, and everyone would know it.
She took her sweet time shedding her clothing. Then she grabbed a small jar off her dresser and took it with her to the bed. Bent over, she dipped her finger in the container and proceeded to slick it between her ass cheeks.
So hard he could split wood, Fenris hurried to her and spread her wide. “Do it again,” he said hoarsely, fighting the urge to push deep inside her. He watched her work her slender finger around and inside her tight hole. “Good?”
“Not yet, but it will be. When are you going to stick it inside me?” she challenged and glanced over her shoulder at him.
He did what he’d been dying to do. He pushed her hand aside and mounted her.
Shoving inside her pussy, he worked her, coating himself with her body’s natural lube.
He rammed so hard he feared he’d hurt her without meaning to.
Waiting for her to cry out for him to stop, he immediately stilled. But his mate only begged for more.
She screamed his name and clenched so hard around him, he almost came. But knowing this to be the moment, he pulled out and pushed into her tight ass. Working slowly but steadily, he finally breached the narrow passage. Deeper and deeper, he slid into a frenzy, not helped by her continued moans.
With one hand, she reached down between her legs and cupped his balls. Unable to stop himself, he surged inside her.
“Fuck,” he roared and began taking her like the beast he was.
The need to coat her and keep her ate at him until his need burst. Coming hard, he jetted inside her ass and continued to come.
Like before, he pulled out and covered her back in semen.
A large mess thanks to his werewolf genes, the fluid seeped into her skin and turned his pretty wolf into a warrior’s mate.
She screamed as she came again, the sensation of his magic merging with hers a pleasure he didn’t want to waste. Still hard, he surged back into her ass and began pumping. But not wanting to fill her there again, he withdrew.
“I need a spell to clean us up,” he rasped. When she didn’t do more than shudder, he tugged her hair to get her attention. “Damn it, Red. Clean my dick so I can stick it in your pussy, where it belongs.”
She waved a hand, and then he was there. In heaven. Thrusting in and out of her wet channel, stretching and filling her. She spasmed, sending shockwaves of desire through him.
On a groan, he swore and came once more. Bending low, he gently nipped the mark he’d left the first time they’d joined. He continued to climax, loving their mingled scent. No longer two wolves, but one heart. And one soul, he thought lazily as he shifted into a man’s form while inside her.
“Oh! Do that again.”
“Not yet, love. First, I need a moment to— Fuck, Red.” He groaned as she made him release again. He tensed as she took everything he had left. Magical or not, only Red’s touch aroused him to such a pitch.
“Oh, no, Goldie. We’re just getting started,” she promised.