Raber Wolf Pack Book Three (10 page)

I hit and elbow the wolf in the face with all my might, but her claws dig deeper into my chest. Each agonizing centimeter, I scream out in pain, unable to help myself. Maybe one of the other wolves can hear me. I yell again, louder, hoping that I’ll be able to get just a little bit of help. If I could just get her off of me then I could fight back.

I pull my legs up and try to get them under the wolf’s torso, but each kick does nothing and my strength is going quickly with the loss of blood. I continue giving it all I have and I will dammit, until my last dying breath.

My wolf inside hits the glass harder as shards of pain enter my head matching the intensity of what is happening to my chest.

In that moment, something happens. My body begins to change, so quickly that when I look up Marissa is clear across the room, her wolf eyes wide. And I land on the ground on all fours. Holy shit! I shifted! I shake out my coat, taking just a moment to enjoy the feel of my fur. Just a moment, that is.

I pounce on Marissa, letting my wolf take over the fight. She’s never had this before and her feet falter a couple of times, but she regains herself. And we attack. I swipe with my fierce claws, drawing blood and yelps from Marissa. She does the same back and it is an all-out brawl. Her and me. Only one of us is getting out of here alive.

As much fun as it is finally being my wolf, I need to end this shit. Now. I charge Marissa hard, open my jaw wide, and bite down on her throat, feeling the warmth of her blood coat my teeth. Damn, that’s good. Her claws continue to cut my furry flesh, but I don’t release my grip on her. The fight slowly wanes in her and she falls limp to the ground. But my wolf is nowhere near done. She feels it’s time for her to play and I agree. I tear and rip Marissa’s throat then begin to play with her carcass.

Humans would find this disgusting, but I’ve always wanted to do it, never having the opportunity to. The pride in one’s first kill—not to mention all the information I got from her very loose tongue—lends to a euphoria I’ve never felt before. Hell yes! I tear, growl, and throw her around the bathroom. Her blood covers the tiled floor, but my big paws keep me upright; no doubt, if I was in human-form I’d be slipping on it, there is so much.

I toss her body against the wall and it falls back down on the ground in a heap. The door flies open and I turn to it, growling. No one gets my kill but me dammit. She’s mine. Mine to play with.

“What the hell?” Thor says, and I instantly fall back on my haunches, the smell of my mate taming the wolf inside.

Hi,
I think to him shyly. If I were in human-form, I’m pretty sure that would have come with a jaunty wave and small wink. I mean, I did kill someone and got caught in the process.

“Sabrea?” he questions coming farther into the room with Max, Xavier, and their mates on his tail. I shake my snout, getting out the leftover pieces of Marissa. She’s not tasting so good anymore. I walk slowly up to Thor and rub my jet black fur against his leg. He reaches down and rubs my back. If I could purr like a kitten I would. “Hey, baby. So you shifted?” he says, bending down, getting eye-to-eye.

I nod my head and give a small bark.

“And Marissa got the short end of the stick?”

She’s a traitor! She was supposed to take me out. Camp is in bed with Lobos because he thinks Xavier’s father killed his family.

Fuck,
he says to me. “Marissa was the rat; she was feeding info to the Lobos. She intended on killing Sabrea.” He turns to X. “Camp thinks your father killed his family.”

“Fucking hell,” Xavier says. “You need help handling this?” he asks Thor, pointing to me and the mess.

“Fuck. I don’t know.” His golden eyes turn to mine. “Can you change back?”

I whimper. I don’t want to change back. If I do I may not ever be able to change to wolf again. I really don’t like that feeling. Matter of fact, I hate it. Seriously hate it. I want to be a wolf for a while. Just a while. What if I never feel her fur again or—

“You need to shift for me, Sabrea. I’d rather have you as human than take off on me. I can’t be without you.” Thor’s words hit me in the gut. I don’t want to be without him either.

I lie on the cold floor and whimper. I hate this shit. I search in my mind for the purple light. Finding it, I immediately walk through. When I open my eyes, tears are falling down my face and Thor has me wrapped up in his arms, covering my bloodied and bruised naked body. Not that I’m ashamed by it. It just feels nice to have someone to comfort me.

“It’s all right, baby.” He rocks me like a small child and I cling on to him for dear life. At this moment, he’s my lifeline and I grip him hard, letting him know that. “I’m proud of you,” he whispers in my hair, kissing the top of my head.

Thor picks me up and carries me out of the room. “Mal, get Marissa out of there,” he orders walking me down the hall. I close my eyes, letting the tears fall. Doors open and shut, grumbles from the other wolves and hate for Marissa fill the space, but I keep my eyes closed wanting to tune everyone and everything out. Fear envelops me. What if I never shift again?

The sound of water fills the space and I instantly go on alert, my memory kicking in. “The waterfall,” I gasp as Thor pulls me underneath the warm spray of water. If there is no water, why are we in the shower?

“It’s all right. We have reserves and right now I need to get you cleaned up.”

I look down to my blood-covered body and my stomach churns. It needs to be washed off, now. I grab the bar of soap and begin to scrub myself as Thor enters the shower. He takes the bar and begins washing me. He starts at my head, running my hair underneath the water until it comes back clear instead of red or pink.

He massages me as he cleans all the blood from my skin. I reach out to the tiled wall, needing some support as his touch ignites me. The high from my first kill is still there and when he touches me like this, it only makes me want more. And more. My stomach flutters with each of his caresses, every one taking me from horny to uncontrollable. My breathing comes in short pants as my clit throbs. Holy. Shit. The desire burns so brightly that it’s all I can see.

Thor

SABREA’S BODY SWAYS
into mine as I wash her top to toe, getting that bitch Marissa off of her and down the drain where that traitorous slut belongs. I know that Xavier wants to question her, but I need her. Badly, need her. Seeing her change was the best fucking wet dream and if it weren’t for her reaction to having changed and killed, I’d have taken her right there.

My hard cock rests on her pert ass and she begins to rub herself up and down on it, her globes massaging me. I have yet to stick my dick in her ass, but that will happen soon. I will claim every part of my mate. Not now, but soon.

Gripping her ample tits, I pull her back into my body and press my mouth to her ear. “Need me to fuck you?”

She mewls, grinding against me harder, her hands holding the tiles like the damn things would fall off the wall if she were to let go of them. Her head lolls, falling forward like she doesn’t have the strength to hold it up. With all this shit going down, I haven’t gotten to fuck her nearly enough for a newly mated couple. After this shit is over, I’m locking her ass in a room and fucking her from sun up to sun down and in-be-fucking-tween.

“I need to fuck you, too,” I say, answering my own question and propping her leg up on the little ledge of the shower, opening her pretty pink pussy wide. I’d love a fucking taste, but no time for that. No time for anything but I’m taking it. Seeing her beauty is one thing, seeing her beauty as a kick ass wolf is another. Her fur glistened as she fought down her animalistic urge of wanting to play with her kill. It’s fucking hard to do that shit, but when she saw me, she was able to tune that down.

“Yes,” she moans loudly. The word echoes off the walls, the heat of the shower only stoking the flame between us.

I bend my legs, and plow into her, not giving her body a second to adjust to my dick. Fuck that. She needs to feel this shit, the good and the pain.

“Oh!” she screams, but it’s not in agony.

I pump my hips, pushing in and out of her tight flesh, her pussy sucking me in deeper with each thrust. Even on one foot, she moves with me, bucking her hips up and down and giving rolls that make me quiver. Over and over and over again.

Sabrea is all I will ever need. All I will ever want. She is it for me. When I got her plea through our link earlier, I was at the waterfall checking things out. I stopped immediately, calling everyone, but still, I couldn’t get to her fast enough. My heart pounded so hard at the thought of losing her. I can’t lose her. I won’t.

Fuck. She feels too damn good. So right.

Her pussy clamps onto my dick each time I pull out, making it difficult to fully do.

“Thor!” she screams as she pushes back against me hard, slamming our bodies together with a punishing sound. I fucking love that. I bang into her harder, being careful not to hit her head against the shower, so hard her knee threatens to give out. I wrap my arm around her waist to hold her upright. As she wraps her arms around my neck, arching her back, her breasts sticking out as the water cascades over us. With two more delicious thrusts, I come. Hard. Deep. Powerful.

My knees feel weak from the force of my climax, but I hold it together, my breathing erratic. We stay there for a few moments, letting the water flow over us.

Catching my breath, I pull out and she gives a soft mewl of protest. She turns in my arms and holds on to me, tightly. Like I’m her lifeline. Fucking love that shit.

I grab her ass and hoist her up, her legs wrapping around my hips. I turn off the water and carry her limp body out, dry her off, and set her on the bed. “Baby, gotta get dressed. Lots of shit going on.” To say the fucking least.

“Okay.” Her voice is small as she lies there spread out, and it takes everything inside of me not to take her again. I can’t. Fuck. Once I get my hands on Camp and that fucking Lobo pack, I’m tearing them all apart.

I dress quickly, throwing on jeans, a t-shirt and buckling up my belt. I throw on some socks and my boots. All the while Sabrea slowly gets up and dresses in almost the same thing as me, minus the boots but wearing sandals instead. She straps on the second one and I hold out my hand to her. “Ready?” I ask.

She takes my hand, a small smile playing on her face. “Let me brush my hair really quick. It’ll be a mess if I don’t.” She takes off to the bathroom and I watch her ass move as she does. The sway and roundness of it is hot as hell. Hell yes, that’s mine. Within seconds, she is back and ready. That’s the fastest I’ve ever seen a woman get ready. Nice.

I grab her hand and walk into the packed living room. Little Natalie is crying while Zara holds her, rocking her back and forth. “What’s going on?” Sabrea asks me.

“I bet she’s just scared. Her mother died not too long ago. Zara has taken her in, but the loss is too much at times. I’m sure with the explosion it’s overwhelming her.” Sabrea squeezes my hand, letting me know she heard, but doesn’t say anything as we approach.

“
Shh
…” Zara consoles the little pup and Xavier’s eyes land on mine, pissed as hell. “When will Lily be here?” Zara asks the crowd of wolves.

“Five minutes,” Stella says, bringing Natalie some apple juice though she doesn’t take it. Instead, she snuggles closer to Zara.

“Zara. Gotta get shit under control. You got Nat?” Xavier asks, and she nods, a slight tear in the corner of her eye. “Come.” This is directed at Sabrea, Max, Kenly, Mal, and me. We follow.

Once in his office, we gather around Xavier as he collapses into his chair. His eyes are red, tired, as he slumps behind his desk. “Mal, what is it?”

“Homemade bombs. Big ones. Stopped all the water supply coming down the hill. The smell of wolves is very prominent. Gary took some of the guys and are hunting the area as we speak. I personally don’t think they’ll find shit, but it’s worth a shot. Cameras didn’t pick up anything. The only way that’s possible is with a spell or if someone tapped into our security feed.” Mal leans up against the wall.

“Fucking hell!” he explodes. “Sabrea, I need to you to tell me exactly what happened with Marissa and what she said word for word.”

I sit and pull Sabrea onto my lap, offering her some sort of comfort. Even though she came out on the winning end of it, what she has to say is not pretty.

“I went to the bathroom and Marissa cornered me…”

As Sabrea relays the events for everyone, it takes everything in my power not to get up and beat the hell out of something. That fucking bitch Marissa. She never hid the fact that she was a bitch, but we put up with her shit, never thinking that she was disloyal to our pack. Her parents are part of this pack, why would we think she would turn? We’d hoped once she grew up that she’d find her mate and get the fuck out of here. We never expected anything like this. The fucking bitch crossed us and she paid with her life.

“Wish I could have been there to watch,” Kenly throws in, and Sabrea gives a slight chuckle.

“Believe me, I wish someone, anyone had been there. I didn’t know I’d shift. I felt the headache come on, but didn’t think it would happen. It’s the only thing that saved me. My wolf saved me.” Sabrea’s voice gets small and I rub up and down her back, trying to reassure her. “I can’t believe I shifted.” She turns to me, hope glittering in her eyes. “I need to go practice. I need to see if I can do it again.”