Her Wolf’s Demands by Rachel Medhurst

Chapter Four

 

“That was amazing,” one young lad crowed, passing me so speedily, wind whipped my hair.

I couldn’t tell if he was speaking about me or the chase. Either way, they’d managed to get rid of the pack, and I’d tightened my barrier spell, making the whole camp invisible to the outside world.

We couldn’t chance them finding us again.

The party had continued on into the night, but I’d kept my distance, preferring to sit by myself and contemplate what had happened.

“Thank you for helping us,” Manual approached, clapping my back.

Malone had disappeared, going back to his cabin, according to his men. He hadn’t returned to the party at all, no doubt pissed at me for letting Kieran go.

“You’re welcome. Apparently, I’m the pack’s new weapon.”

Manuel’s eyebrows raised as I got to my feet. I’d been sitting on a log and my butt cheeks were sore. It was time I went to bed, even if it was just to toss and turn all night.

“You’re more than that to him,” he said. “You know that, right?”

Scoffing, I shook my head. “You’re joking? He offered me as a weapon and proceeded to ignore me. I’m a burden, one that would be better put down.”

“He’s… trying…” Manual’s words were accompanied by a frown. “Stick with him.”

My insides knotted as I tried to smile before waving goodnight. I understood that Manuel was trying to help his friend, but I had to have it out with Malone. He had seen my hesitation in hurting Kieran and it had enraged him.

Walking across the camp, I kept my head low, tucking my hair behind my ear. A few of the younger wolves called a greeting as they headed back to their cabins. It was nice to have that wave of acknowledgment coming from the teenagers.

Before I could prepare myself, I had arrived in front of Malone’s. Did I knock or just go in?

A sigh escaped me, almost drowning out a splash behind the cabin. What was that? Surely there wasn’t anyone in the pond? Maybe the Crawley Pack had returned.

Treading slowly, I rounded the end of the cabin and stopped dead. Malone was highlighted by the moon, standing in the natural spring water pond, running his hands over his head as water dribbled down the ridges on his stomach.

The exquisite beauty of his form sent tingles down my spine and between my legs. I had to squeeze my thighs together to try and stem the ache. Shit, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t resist the alpha, and quite frankly, I was sick of trying. If he pushed me away, I would deal with it, but I had to be near him.

Staying quiet as Malone ducked under, I stripped off my clothes and trod into the water. I’d made it almost all the way in when hands wrapped around my calves, dragging me down.    

My stomach flipped and my heart thumped as water engulfed me, the cold slapping me in the face.

Malone was there, his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his rock solid frame.

We surfaced, both gasping for air.

“I could sense you,” he rasped, his stubble scratching my neck as he burrowed his chin beneath my wet hair. “I hoped you’d join me.”

Gasping, I gripped his head, urging him closer as sparks sprinkled on my skin, spreading outwards until I shuddered.

“You were angry with me for letting Kieran go, I was pissed at you for offering me as a weapo-” The last word was cut off as Malone’s lips descended on mine.

I followed his lead, allowing the angst of the last week to dissolve as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The hard length of him pressed against me, sending delicious desire pulsing through my veins.

Clinging to him, I shivered as his tongue pushed into my mouth, dancing with mine.

The crickets chirped in the trees behind us as the water sloshed around our hips. Malone gripped my buttocks, squashing himself against the core of me. I gasped as he released my mouth and bent his head, his tongue flicking over my nipple.

Looking down at him, I bit my lip as heat engulfed my breast. Seeing his head lowered and his mouth upon me almost sent me over the edge. I had to have him.

My desperate whimper made him look up. I didn’t have to speak as he gazed into my eyes. He was breathing heavily, his rock hard length proof that he wanted me too.

“You’re not going to be angry after?” he asked, stroking my wet hair off my shoulder.

“No, there’s no point. We’re mated, and I need you, even if I try to pretend that I don’t.”

A satisfied grumble, low in his throat, sent me into overdrive. Cupping his head, I nipped his bottom lip. His mouth plundered mine as he lifted me and pierced me with his solid erection.

Crying out, I tightened around him, my head falling back as he lifted me and surged into me again.

Clinging to him, I panted, grinding down as he thrust, again and again. His muscles strained, his fingers digging into my thighs as he pushed into me, rubbing my tingling core until it exploded, sending sweet streams of pleasure over every inch of me.

“Fuck!” Malone growled, straining as he went faster, jolting me against him.

His orgasm rocked him, almost toppling him over in the water. He held on as I gasped, unable to breathe from the intensity of pleasure that filtered through me. His roar sent me even more over the edge as he gripped me to him, pushing himself in as far as he could go.

As the pulsing of gratification died away, we clutched one another, our breath echoing around the pond.

Malone tucked his head into my neck, his lips kissing my skin gently. “You believe I don’t want you,” he rasped, “but the opposite is true.” I tried to pull his head away so I could look into his eyes, but he held firm. “Every moment, of every day, since I turned you, I think about you. I’ve tried to come up with ways to get rid of you or to bind your wolf.” Gripping me closer to him, he lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “I can’t live without you. My wolf spirit needs you. I know you want to be away from me.” Shaking his head, he clenched his jaw and pressed his forehead against mine. “But I won’t allow it. You are mine, Della. And I’m yours.”