Fighting for Wolves (Shifter Country Wolves Book 3) (12 page)

Then there was a horn sounding somewhere above, and he let go at last. The other wolf took one deep breath, heaved itself up, and shook his fur out. He looked briefly at the crowd, and then trotted to the back of the ring.

The match was over. Isaac had won.

Above him, he heard cheering and shouting, the smell of hard liquor sloshing around, but he didn’t care about any of that. He was busy searching the crowd until he found what he was looking for.

Dane and Grey, in the front row. Grey flushed bright red, jumping up and down, clapping her hands together like an excited, relieved kid. Dane was next to her, looking like a man who’d been put through the wringer.

As Isaac watched, Grey jumped onto Dane with a giant hug, and Dane spun her around in a circle, both of them laughing in pure, relieved glee.

Isaac wagged his tail, his tongue rolling out of his mouth.

Sometimes, he couldn’t help it.

Chapter Thirteen

Grey

By the time the fight was over, Grey’s hands were shaking, even as she hugged Dane and he spun her in a giant circle. Not many things made her feel tiny, but his grasp did, and even as they celebrated Isaac’s win, she felt the heat rising through her body, the urge to wrap her legs around his frame.

He put her down instead, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. In the ring, Isaac stared up at them, wagging his tail.

Grey waved, grinning.

“I’ll take you backstage,” Dane shouted into her ear. He led her by the hand through the crushing throng, shoving his way through anyone who wouldn’t move, not letting go of her, even for a moment. Finally, they got through the crowd to the other side of the pits, where Dane nodded at Pete, and pushed aside a white sheet that hung from the ceiling.

Isaac sat in a folding chair, wearing just gym shorts, blood leaking slowly from a gash on his shoulder and puncture wounds on his chest.

Grey gasped. It wasn’t just his wounds; Isaac’s torso was crisscrossed with scars, some long and thick, some short, some in the obvious pattern of wolf teeth or claws. The scars ran over his muscled, rugged frame like a street map.

A map to a place where Grey
really
wanted to go.

The moment they were in the makeshift tent, Isaac jumped up and walked straight for Dane.

“Dane, I—”

Dane grabbed Isaac’s face in both hands and kissed the other man so hard that Grey thought they might fall over, pressing their bodies together, Isaac’s blood seeping into Dane’s pale blue button-down shirt.

Grey could only watch in a kind of hungry fascination, her eyes going wide as saucers. She’d never seen anything like it before. The pure, raw
need
in front of her. Its power astonished her.

She also really,
really
liked it, with a feeling that went beyond
liking
or even lust. She
wanted
to join in — no, she
needed
it, and she held her breath, just watching.

As they kissed, Isaac reached out and grabbed Grey’s shoulder, squeezing it and bringing her in a little closer. Then they broke apart, both chests heaving for breath.

Isaac leaned down and kissed her as well. For a split second, Grey didn’t know what to do, but then her body took over and she took Isaac’s face between her hands, letting him draw her in, pressing her whole body against him as he opened his mouth, his tongue invading her. Grey pushed back, sliding her hands down Isaac’s neck before he let her go.
 

Then Dane was there as well, his lips on Grey’s now, gentler and less frantic, his hand slowly sliding through her hair.
 

She felt like she might simply melt on the spot.

They parted as well, Grey left standing in the middle of the two men, her heart pounding through her whole body. Dane had Isaac’s blood all over himself, on his hands and shirt, and he looked down.

“Sorry,” Isaac said, with a wicked half-smile.

Dane shrugged, and reached around Grey to pull Isaac against them, with Grey trapped in the middle.

She didn’t mind.

“I can get a new shirt,” Dane said.

Grey bit her lip as Dane said something else, but she wasn’t really paying attention to what he said. His entire body pressed up against her back, distracting her from his words. She felt his desire pressing against her, intent and hot and her mouth went dry.

Desire like liquid heat swept through Grey’s body, nearly making her dizzy.

“What about you?” Isaac growled, leaning down so that he was nearly nose-to-nose with her. “I wouldn’t want to get that dress bloody. Maybe we should get it off you.”

Grey swallowed.

“It
is
my very favorite dress,” she whispered, tilting her face up as Isaac pressed his hips against hers, his erection throbbing against her stomach.

She
wanted
to scream,
I don’t care about the dress, just lift it up and take me
, but she managed to maintain the barest hint of decorum.
 

Isaac pressed his lips to hers once more, his tongue plundering her mouth and she dueled it with her own.

As they parted, the sheets that formed the makeshift locker room swept open, revealing a tall, heavily muscled shifter with long sideburns and scar over one cheek. The three of them, caught in the throes of passion, looked up guiltily.

“Sorry,” said the guy, as he advanced a few steps into the space. “Just need my stuff so I can leave. Good match, by the way.”

Isaac swallowed, then wiped the palm of his hand against his gym shorts and held it out to the other guy. Grey thought she could detect a blush creeping up his rugged face, though she couldn’t be sure in the low light.

“You too,” Isaac said.

They shook hands, then the other wolf grabbed a duffel bag and left.

“Come home with us,” Dane said. It was obvious they couldn’t stay there, and Grey in particular had no desire to risk half the wolf population of Rustvale seeing her naked.

She just nodded, still breathing hard.

In moments, the three of them practically ran up the steps and to the door at the top of the stairs.

“Isaac!” someone yelled from down below.

Isaac half-waved, then disappeared.

They charged past Tobias, Grey giving him a half wave on the way out, then past the clerk and to Dane’s waiting police car.

Isaac didn’t wait, just grabbed Grey’s hand and charged into the backseat, not really caring about the mesh partition that separated them from the driver.

In the front seat, Dane hit the lights and the sirens, then floored the gas pedal.

Grey squealed, but Isaac pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him, his legs between her bare ones, and pulled her face down again, kissing her deeply once more. Her body thrilled at his touch and her hips moved practically on their own, scooting forward until she’d found his long, thick erection and pressed it between the two of them.

Beneath her, Isaac grunted, and Grey grinned wickedly.

“I’m pretty sure you’re in violation of something or other,” Isaac managed to say.

“Yeah?” she asked, still grinning. “You gonna cite me? Maybe give me a ticket?”

“Oh, it’ll be a fine for sure,” he said with a sly smile that matched hers. The fingers of one of his hands dipped below the hem of her skirt and began sliding up her leg until his thumb was in the crease between her thigh and her hip, carefully tracing the sensitive skin there.

“Dane, what’s the fine for getting a man unbelievably hard in the backseat of a cop car?” Isaac asked.

Grey turned to look at Dane, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. She glanced quickly at the speedometer — 70mph on a back road — and she decided not to look at
that
again.

“I think she has to help you with it while your mate watches,” said Dane, a gleam sparking in his eyes.

Now Isaac’s other hand crept up her leg, his fingers on her inner thigh this time, and Grey rocked against Isaac, his thick erection pressing against her clit perfectly even through two layers of fabric.

“While you just watch?” asked Isaac. “Is that all?”

“Someone’s got to drive,” Dane said.

Isaac looked back at Grey as the girl moved herself gently against him, back and forth.

“Glad it’s not me,” he said, as they went around a curve, tossing Grey even harder into Isaac.

“Hold on,” Dane said, too late.

Through the thin fabric of her underwear, Dane’s thumb found Grey’s clit and brushed over it. She shuddered and this time, she did moan out loud, the soft sound just barely escaping her lips. Isaac’s eyes shone with a hunger that Grey couldn’t fathom, let alone describe, but she knew that it matched her own.

“How much further?” she whispered.

“Two minutes,” Dane said over the roar of the police car’s engine. They were beyond town now and he turned off the sirens, but kept the lights.

“That’s a long time,” gasped Grey, pressing her hands against Isaac’s bare chest and shoulders as his thumb pressed against her clit again, just a little harder now.

“Not really,” said Isaac. “But you’re a gambler, right? Want to make a bet?”

“What’s the bet?” she asked, her head swimming with sheer lust, not exactly in a place to consider odds.

Isaac leaned forward, his voice deepening to a pure animal growl.

“I bet I came make you come before we get home,” he said.

“What do I win if you don’t?” she asked, breathless. “Sounds like I lose then too.”

“If you don’t cum in the car, I’ll make you cum twice once we’re at the house,” he said.

“I’ll take that bet,” said Grey.

Instantly, his thumb slipped below her underwear, rubbing against the firm, sensitive nub of her clit.

“Oh!” yelped Grey, her eyes sliding closed. “Oh
fuck
, Isaac!”

He just chuckled and kissed her neck, sucking gently at the soft skin there, his thumb moving in circles around her.

“Do you like this underwear?” he asked, his lips still pressed against her neck.

“Probably not,” Grey answered, her voice half a whisper. She had no idea what underwear she was wearing, but she didn’t care.

Then she felt elastic suddenly bite into her thigh, and then before she knew it, she was free, the ruined panties lying on the backseat.

Grey didn’t have to think, because her body took over and she leaned backwards, grabbing onto the mesh of the divider between them and Dane, offering herself to Isaac, her dress hiked up to her hips now. Briefly, she looked over her shoulder at Dane, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. She could just barely see his own raging erection through his pants as he pressed the gas pedal even harder.

Isaac’s thumb on her clit made it feel like she had lava bubbling up inside her, the heat threatening to boil over and explode, and with each little circle he drew she inched closer and closer to that point, pressing against the partition, gasping and moaning, her hips bucking against him.

“Oh my god,” she murmured. “Isaac, that feels so
good
...”

Dane hit the brakes, and the car turned onto gravel.

“Almost there,” said Dane from the front seat as the car began bumping its way up their driveway.

Grey felt Isaac’s fingers at her entrance, sliding along her lips and she lifted her hips just a little, desperate to feel him inside her.

As the car jolted over the gravel driveway, going far faster than was safe, Isaac plunged three fingers deep inside Grey, and the girl’s mind went utterly blank as he moved his thumb in the same maddening circles around her clit. His fingers curled in the come-hither motion against the front wall of her channel as the vibrations of the car on gravel traveled through her.

Dane hit the brakes again and went around a bend, the house coming into view. Grey moaned out loud, leaning back against the partition, breathing hard.

“
God
that feels good, Isaac,” she said again, barely able to get the words out. “Oh fuck, oh
fuck...
”

The car swung into a parking space, and just as it stopped Grey felt the bubbling, bursting lava suddenly explode over her and she cried out wordlessly, her back arching against the partition. She came so hard her vision went blank, then sparkly, like the stars were falling from the sky.

When it ended, she stayed motionless for a few moments, her cheek pressed against the cool metal mesh of the partition.

“Who won?” she gasped, still feeling lightheaded.

Dane got out of the car and yanked the back door open. Grey opened her eyes again to his grinning, handsome face.

“I think you did,” he said. “I got the car into park just in time.”

Grey just raised her eyebrows and let Dane pull her from the back of the car, smoothing her rumpled skirt back over her bare lower half.
 
Isaac got out behind her and Dane practically pulled her toward the house, Grey moving a little slowly over the gravel with heels on and wobbly post-orgasm legs.

“So I owe you two more,” Isaac growled behind her.

“You picky about who fulfills the terms of the bet?” Dane asked, jamming a key into the lock on the front door.

“I’d take anyone in current company,” said Grey. She was finally starting to get her brain back together after she’d been so thoroughly shattered in the car, and looked around their house appreciatively. Her eyes fell on a shoe rack by the front door.

“Do you want me to take off my sho — ahhh!”

Her question turned into a yelp as Dane picked her up and tossed the girl over his shoulder like she didn’t weigh any more than a bag of laundry.

“No,” said Dane, as he took the stairs two at a time, Isaac hard on his heels. “You can leave them on.”

He shoved the bedroom door open and tossed Grey on the bed, where she landed with a squeal and a laugh, quickly sitting up. Dane tore his shirt off but already, her hands were on his belt, snapping it open and unzipping his pants. She didn’t hesitate to push down his boxers and take out the long, thick rod of his cock, hearing his gasp of pleasure from above as she grasped it in both hands, amazed at its impressive size. A moment of worry flitted through her mind.