Seduced by Wolves (12 page)

He cupped one hand over hers to quiet
her frantic rubbing. “The mating bond is already letting you know
the answer.”

Understanding dawned. The sense of
dread. The pain in her heart. It all linked her to Cory. “I thought
wolves healed faster.”

Firm hands stroked down her back, both
giving and seeking comfort. She wrapped her hands around Zane’s
waist, lifted them under the hem of his hospital scrubs to touch
bare skin. Heard a whisper of a purr.

“Our bodies are only capable of so
much. Cory lost a lot of blood, lost consciousness and continued to
bleed out.”

Selena eyed the doors that went back to
the operating suites. A compulsive need to see him had her pushing
from Zane’s arms. The man beside her squeezed her tight, a warning
he wasn’t ready to let her go. A silent confirmation that he needed
to see her right now too.

“But he’ll heal.” A weak statement. One
without conviction.

Zane’s breath bathed her forehead in
warm heat, his words those of a man used to getting his
way.

“I don’t intend to let him go anytime
soon, love.”

She nodded and broke the contact, all
too aware of the attention they were drawing to themselves in the
waiting area. Closing one hand over his, she tugged him along,
determined to ease the edgy wolf. He followed without question, and
something warm and delicious bubbled inside her. Trust.

Her mate trusted her to take care of
him.

As the new Pack healer she was fast
learning that the job description encompassed ailments of both
physical and emotional, surface wounds and scars that ran deep into
the heart of them all. She turned into a private area, ushered Zane
into one of the staff overnight rooms and locked the
door.

“Remove the shirt.”

He lifted one eyebrow in surprise, his
gaze lighting a wicked heat to burn inside her. “I want to clean
your wounds,” she admonished all while gathering some quick
supplies and dialing the sink faucet to hot.

“I can think of more important things
you could do with those hands,” he teased.

She smiled. She would never grow tired
of knowing that this man wanted her. She brought a bucket of warm
soapy water and some washcloths back to the small cot he sat on.
Her gaze lingered on his magnificent chest, watched the slow rise
and fall of each even breath.

Wringing one cloth out, she worked it
over the rough skin on his hands, gently scrubbing away the dried
blood, refusing to think of the pain Cory must have endured to keep
them safe. “How is it my presence heals the Pack? It’s not just my
touch. It’s my person, isn’t it?”

She rinsed the cloth and repeated on
his other hand, enjoying the tedious work and the calm that came
from lingering in Zane’s presence. She laid a towel on his lap,
placed his clean hands there to rest and began wrapping another wet
cloth around his forearms, soaking the mixture of blood and dirt
for easier removal.

“Part of it is the belief that a
healthy Pack includes a mated Alpha. With my scent ingrained in
you, you are an extension of me. Someone the members of the Pack
can trust without question.”

She scrubbed away the grime on his
arms. His wolf nature had already helped heal most of the minor
cuts and scratches so they glistened pink with fresh tissue now
that they were clean. “Helps that I’m not gruff and demanding all
day long.”

Her breath caught at the sight of the
swollen punctures in his shoulder, knew if he wasn’t even babying
this injury that Cory’s must be ten times worse. His fingers slid
across her shoulders, cupping the back of her neck to quiet her
movements.

“Look at you, Selena. Your first
instinct when you saw me was to soothe by both words and your
undivided attention to my care. You radiate calm. Your very nature
puts my wolf at ease. As it does Cory’s. And so on throughout the
Pack.”

She left his side to draw fresh water
into her basin, working fast to cleanse the dirt from the nastier
wound. Her throat tightened with unspoken emotion, a ball of worry
lodged deep in her stomach. For Cory’s safety. For the strength to
believe that this new life would last. Fate and forever and
happiness and family. All things still too new and fresh in her
life to trust.

Zane’s kiss on her forehead scalded,
her worries charring to ash in the aftermath. Lifting her gaze to
his, she studied the handsome lines of her mate’s jaw. “I would
take you right now against the wall,” he murmured and Selena knew
he’d sensed her darkening thoughts. “But he’s waiting for
us.”

It took her a moment to understand.
Who? Then she noticed the pressure in her chest subsided, the dread
had lifted. “I need to see him.” She dried off Zane’s skin with
care, determined to have his wound looked at after they greeted
Cory and rose, her entire body thrumming with childlike
eagerness.

“My thoughts exactly, little one. My
thoughts exactly.”

Chapter Twelve

“This has to be enough.”

Zane stalked around the edge of their
bed, unable to rest, refusing to lie around while this new doubt
festered inside him. Cory watched him from the bed, his face
pinched, his bare tanned chest slowly moving up and down with each
measured breath.

“We are a tight knit Pack, Zane. Deep
down you know you’ve done everything you can to make sure of that.”
Zane stopped pacing and stared, amazed and frustrated that Cory
could relax so effortlessly while he exposed himself with his
self-doubt. Had his lifestyle been the cause of this ripple of
discontent in the Pack? Was Selena’s presence going to be
enough?

“Your work with the youth has lowered
the incidence of violence between Pack and humans. We have a system
in place to deal with those in need. And we have Selena now. Only a
fool would miss the positive changes occurring.”

Zane’s fists connected against the wall
by the headboard, unable to accept his failure to stop the
unnecessary bloodshed sooner. His chest ached as if a giant hand
squeezed the air from his lungs and crushed his heart. His Pack was
his life. He lived and breathed to keep them safe, to keep them
thriving. “I need to purge these damning thoughts, Cory.” Something
before I lose my fucking mind.

“You’re giving Aden exactly what he
wanted.”

Sighing when Cory lifted a hand up to
pull him to the bed, he watched the other man stiffen from the
movement and immediately gentled him to lie back on the bed. “I
know. Never in my wildest did I imagine this
vulnerability.”

Cory lifted his hand to Zane’s neck,
drawing him down beside him before trailing his fingers over the
bare expanse of his back and resting at the curve of his ass. “Make
good on your earlier offer from the truck and maybe I’ll ditch the
word pansy from how I describe your behavior to others.”

Zane froze as Cory’s lips grazed over
his, stiffened as his finger toyed with the puckered opening of his
ass. “You want sex? Now?”

Gripping Cory’s shoulders, he peered
into eyes the color of the setting sun and stared. His partner was
healing, true, but he’d given his word to Selena earlier today. No
exertion on either of their parts while she was out visiting with
Pack.

“I want to help get your mind off the
situation. You’re our goddamn Alpha, Zane, but I’ve never seen you
less confident, less sure of keeping the Pack safe.” Cory let his
head rest on the pillow, the stitched together skin on his neck
pulling tight as he angled his head back.

“It’s a mountain out of a mole hill.
Focus your energy on something worthwhile.”

Zane relaxed as Cory dragged his nails
over the heated skin of his stomach and upward, reaching to twine
their fingers together. “Focus on me instead.” Cory pulled Zane’s
hand to his cock, closing his eyes when Zane stroked him slowly,
his lips tilted into a devilish grin.

The feel of Cory’s thick, hot shaft in
his hand, pulsing with each stroke woke his own need. Doubt or not,
nothing would change his feelings for Cory. Their connection ran
too deep. The pleasure experienced as necessary as
breathing.

Suddenly sinking his cock into the
tight crevice of Cory’s ass sounded like a perfect
distraction.

“So tell me,” Zane whispered across
Cory’s bare chest as he slid down his body, placing a sharp bite
near his navel. “Do you plan on having Selena without
me?”

Zane slid his tongue down the length of
Cory’s throbbing shaft, pausing to draw his balls into his mouth
before grazing his way back to the tip. He lapped at the tiny bead
of moisture that formed. Cory sighed.

“Every chance I get if you don’t stop
teasing.”

Zane dragged his teeth across the tip
of his cock, enjoying the shiver that tore through Cory. His own
shaft pulsed against his belly, need burning through him like a
wildfire. He reached for the lube on the bedside table. “And can I
fuck you while she watches?”

Squeezing the cool gel onto his
fingers, he stroked Cory’s cock with one hand while plunging two
fingers in his ass with the other. Zane’s cock throbbed in
anticipation, Cory’s sharp, short breathes filling his
ears.

“You think she wants to see
this?”

Cory bent his legs and Zane knelt
between them, pulling his fingers out of his lover and guiding his
cock gently into the tight channel. Zane continued to massage
Cory’s cock with his fist, firm, slow movements that mirrored him
sinking into his ass.

Cory fisted the sheets as Zane sunk the
few remaining inches, burying his shaft to the hilt inside his hot
ass. Cory’s muscles gripped him, squeezed his cock and damn near
had him coming like a quick-draw teenager.

Gripping one of his hips for balance,
Zane rocked against him, stroking Cory’s cock in rhythm with his
stride. His heart pounded like thunder in his chest, his muscles
clenching with each smooth thrust. “I think Selena would orgasm
from watching this.”

He refused to scold Cory for believing
Selena was no different than Linnea. It was something his partner
would have to come to terms with eventually and he could only push
him so far. But Selena was different. She wanted them both, begged
for them both and enjoyed having them both.

Picturing her between them, of being
able to kiss both her and Cory while they worked her over the edge
had his blood boiling. It would take some getting used to but in
time she’d take them both. The erotic image brought a smile to his
lips. He pumped faster.

“Harder, Zane.”

Zane opened his eyes, grinned at Cory
as he clutched the sheets beneath him. Thrusting his hips faster,
he pounded deeper inside him, working his hand along the thick
length of his shaft with a tighter grip. When Cory lifted his legs
and wrapped them around his waist, he stiffened inside him,
growling in satisfaction as he pumped his seed out.

The fire in Cory’s eyes sent
electricity snaking down his spine and he slid his hand faster and
faster over Cory’s cock, enjoying the sudden thickening before his
release, the cry that broke from his lips as hot semen coated his
hand.

Releasing him, sliding from his ass, he
propped himself above Cory, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss.
Without words he thanked him for what he’d done, for the love he
shared with him, for the woman he would care for too. Mating bond
or no, Cory was his soul mate.

“I thought you two promised to
rest.”

He smiled down at Cory, his partner’s
lips curving in the devilish way he loved. Cory’s hands smoothed
down his back, petting him much like they’d done to Selena just
yesterday. Two naked, intertwined men laid out for her on their
bed. He breathed in the sweet scent of her arousal, his cock
already throbbing to sink into her moist flesh.

Cory shifted and Zane eased back, the
two turning their heads to take her in together. The wolf inside
him howled and he heard a small sigh escape Cory’s rough lips. His
mate, his lover. Everyone right where they belonged.

“I’m pretty sure I tore a stitch or
two,” Cory drawled beside him. “You’ll need to come check it out
right away.”

Cory closed his eyes and for a moment
Zane thought he might have fucked him too hard. Pushed him too
quick after the trauma of the night before. Then Cory lips tilted
in a delicious grin, his eyes lifting partway to single out Selena
across the room.

“You’ll get the best view right here,”
he ran his hand over the foot of space between his and Cory’s naked
bodies. “Come kiss them and make them better,” he
whispered.

He watched Selena leave the doorstep
with caution, as if she was expecting them to jump from the bed and
rush her at any second. “You two are incorrigible.”

Zane smiled and slid his hands down
Cory’s back, cupping his ass and grinning with wicked charm as he
thought about exactly what pleasure Cory and him had in store for
her. “I probably have a few left you should kiss too.”

When she reached the foot of the bed
and slapped their feet in mock scolding, each reached out a hand
and tugged her down between them. Her arousal drugged his senses,
potent and thick in the air around them.