Summit of the Wolf (5 page)

The man looked starstruck and waved absently back as Grey pulled away from the gate. Cabins lined both sides of the dirt road, and wolves running to and fro to meet with old friends littered the pathway. The going was slow, but when they finally pulled up to their cabin, he and Dean parked the vehicles around back so they wouldn’t block the front entryway. Should they need a quick getaway, it wouldn’t hurt to be able to escape through the back door and straight into an off-road vehicle either. This was the effortless logic of methodical Wolf. Always planning his escape route.

The cabin was large enough for them all to be comfortable for the next couple of nights. It was split into two sections. One side was bigger with two large bedrooms and twin beds that lined the walls. A bathroom, kitchen, living, and dining area gave it a homey appeal.
Two wooden picnic tables had been pulled inside to make a dining table, and a small heater sat comfortably in the shadow of a stone fireplace. Separated by French doors, the other side had one large bedroom with bunk beds along the back wall and a bathroom.

Morgan set her suitcase decisively beside one of the bunk beds in the smaller section—the equivalent of her marking her territory. It would work better for their smaller pack and give Dean’s larger family more room on the other side. A meet-and-greet was scheduled in an hour, so they unpacked quickly and prepared to clean off the old travel dust.

Grey leaned against one of the bunk beds as Morgan fussed over what she would wear. She never was one to worry much about her clothes. It must have been the likelihood of so many eyes on her that made her hesitate.

“I can feel you watching me,” she said from her squatting position in front of her suitcase.

“Just enjoying the view.”

“Grey?” She hesitated. “Do I smell enough like you?”

He couldn’t help the wolfish grin that abducted his face. “No.”

“I’ll be quiet,” she pleaded softly.

Lord, he was putty in her hands. If his instant arousal wasn’t proof of that, he didn’t know what was. He followed her into the bathroom and shut the door behind them with his foot. He couldn’t keep his hands from her body. She was soft and firm in all of the right places. Pliable under his touch, she was as anxious for a connection as he was. Her desperation for his skin asserted itself through her nails against his back.
His
.

He pulled her shirt over her head, and her long, dark hair fanned across her shoulders. Undressing her slowly, he took his time to enjoy the sight of his wife. He’d only claimed her recently. Her body, still new to him, pulled at all of his senses. Her skin, soft as he trailed a finger along her collarbone, made him want to taste every inch of it. Her low groan perked his sensitive ears as he pulled the taut bud of her nipple into his mouth. The heady scent of her arousal just about buckled his knees. He hadn’t even gotten his jeans all the way down before he’d parted her knees with his and leaned her against the sink. Already, she was wet for him, like she always seemed to be. God, he loved this. She was tight as he pressed into her, and a shaky breath left her lips as their bond hummed with the rightness of this moment. Lowering his lips to hers, he tasted her as he eased back, then pushed into her deeper. His control was slipping. Wolf was howling his pleasure, filling up his mind.
My mate, my mate, my mate.
His hands shook as he gripped her hair tighter. He eased her head back so he could taste her neck. Her pulse raced just at the base of her throat, and he reveled in the feeling that he was causing that reaction. Her nails clawed his back, and he thrust into her faster. Oh, she was right there, gasping, tipping over the edge.
My mate. Mine.

Fuck everyone who wanted to take her from him. Morgan was his. His in every way. She was begging now. His name was a plea upon her lips. A chant to tell him she was coming, so he slammed into her again and again, faster. God, she felt so good around him.

“Grey,” she whispered in that sexy, helpless voice she only had when they were together like this.

It was too much. He kissed her again, his tongue thrusting against hers as she came. Hips bucking, he gritted his teeth as the pleasure became blinding. Three more hard strokes, and he froze and spilled into her in pulsing jets that matched her own throbbing orgasm.

He held her for a long time, kissing her nose, cheeks, and lips. Revering her as she deserved because his mate was everything good in his world. A soft growl rattled his chest, but Morgan only smiled up at him with those stunning, lightened purple eyes and pressed her hand against his sternum as if she wanted to feel the vibration there. She was used to Wolf, and this was the way his inner animal revealed his love for her.

She looked into his eyes but didn’t show any fear at the monster she probably saw there. Instead, she touched his cheek. He closed his eyes as a feeling of adoration and tenderness stretched between them.

“I love you,” he said in a shaky whisper, leaning his cheek against the palm of her hand.

The slow smile that took her full lips softened the growl in his throat.

“I love you, too,” Morgan murmured.

* * * *

Morgan readied for the meet-and-greet between knowing glances and shy smiles with Grey. Marissa played with Lana in the joint living room, so he and his mate had the bedroom to themselves. Morgan wore dark-colored skinny jeans tucked into brown, heavily buckled riding boots and a forest green tank top that showed off her compact physique. No one would accuse his mate of looking soft. She had pulled back her long, dark hair into a ponytail, and the smoky eye shadow over her lids played up the light purple of her eyes. He hadn’t seen any blue in them since they pulled up to Summit. Her top revealed half-healed claw marks up and down her forearms, and her still fresh pack brand was proudly on display. She looked like a fearsome warrior, and he couldn’t quite manage to drag his eyes away from her.

Her dark and delicate eyebrows furrowed. “Here goes nothing.”

They didn’t have far to walk since their cabin was closer to the end, but as soon as they stepped out of their rooms, the boys were bombarded by friends they had met over the years from past Summits who had been waiting to see them. Immediately, they were fielding questions about Silver Wolf. Morgan’s anxiety that wafted across their bond brought an unintentional snarl to his lips, and with no enemy to snuff out to rid her of her wariness, he brushed his fingers across her hand. Just a touch of her was enough. Wolf practically purred when she intertwined her fingers in his. She steadied, but not by much. Such an enormous amount of energy was being thrown toward her, and even though no one talked to her directly, she had that flee-for-your-life look in her eyes.

The building where the meet-and-greet was held was a mess hall with tables and a large kitchen made for cooking meals to feed large numbers. Attached to the right side was an open pavilion with picnic tables and a basketball court farther off.

When they stepped into the room, the smell of testosterone was so strong it had weight. Morgan froze when her boots hit the cement floor. Images of Montana came through the bond so fast he could barely read them. A dingy basement room, cracked walls, filth, and pain. Lots of pain. His first look through her eyes at her personal hell at the hands of the sadistic alpha who’d kidnapped her. The effect on Wolf was staggering.

He wanted to kill everything.

She shook her head as if grasping for a way out of the flashback and back into reality.

He put his head against the side of hers. Maybe it would shield the audience from his momentary loss of control. It wasn’t like the other wolves couldn’t smell the unbalance emanating from his skin, but maybe if he hid the poison in his eyes until he regained control they wouldn’t tote him off in a straitjacket. “Morgan,” he whispered in a ragged breath, “you are safe. You are here with me. I’ve got you.”

Morgan dropped her stunned gaze to Marissa, who had knelt near his feet with neck exposed, clenching the edge of Grey’s pant leg in her fist. “Wolf,” Marissa gritted out.

He’d done this. He was drawing his pack to him and hurting them with his anger.

Morgan’s jaw worked with effort. The images slowed like pictures on an old slide projector. They became muddy and faded as she seemed to struggle to remember what was real and imagined.

She reached for Grey, not with her hands, but with her mind. Her solid presence caressed fragile Wolf and soothed his rage. A vision of the Dallas wolves played on a loop as if she were reminding herself of the good. Her family was here, and she seemed to cling to that life raft like a drowning woman.

* * * *

Wide-eyed, blatant stares met Morgan’s. Like the hobo down the street had just walked in on an exclusive gathering of friends. She tried to control the heat in her cheeks while Dean talked to a man behind a table, filled with rows of nametags. He was far enough away to have missed what had just transpired, but the others of his pack who were still close enough to feel Wolf’s rage were in various stages of cowering. Bright lupine eyes shone from every last one of them, and the other wolves in the room retreated from the smell of anger and dominance. Dean hunched his shoulders and turned slowly, gave them a warning look, and then ushered them to the table reserved for the Dallas packs. The conversations came back slowly and quietly. The boisterous laughter and teasing camaraderie had died down, but at least people were talking again. Slowly, the tone of the room changed to one of speculation and frank curiosity. No sooner had she settled into her seat and plastered on a white, sticky tag with her name in an eye-scorching red color, than the first of the other wolves approached.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Silver Wolf.”

Oh, good grief. Morgan cringed. Maybe if she didn’t turn around, that grating voice would just give up and go away. She sighed in defeat. Not a chance.

Morgan turned slowly and punched Alexis square in the face, giving her a horrendous bloody nose. She screamed, “That’s for biting me, you bitch!”

Morgan snapped herself out of her daydream and composed her face to a mask of languid indifference and turned. Alexis stood with her arms crossed in all of her blond-haired, blue-eyed glory. Four tall men flanked her, each with half-crazy sitting at the backs of their eyes as they smiled tauntingly. The disturbingly similar looks on their faces made their features uninteresting. Four brothers who looked nothing alike but were indecipherable just the same.

“You know her, Alexis?” one of her followers asked.

“Of course, I do. I’m her maker.” Her smile broadened when everyone within hearing distance paused.

Fuming, Morgan bit out, “She didn’t mean to be my maker. She tried to murder me.”

“Oh pish posh, you don’t even have a limp anymore, and now you are Silver Wolf. You can thank me any time you like.”

Her malicious smile begged to be clawed off her pretty little face. Grey set a Dixie cup of fruit punch gently in front of her. The tiny plastic cup looked as if it should have disintegrated in his massive hand. He stood behind her and rested his palms over her shoulders, as if he was trying to calm her down.

“Hey lover,” Alexis purred at Grey. “It’s good to see you again.”

The audacity of the woman as she took a step closer to her mate. Morgan snarled but Rachel cut off her view of Alexis.

“She’s trying to get into your head, Morgan.”

Rachel was right. The past few days had been so busy she hadn’t had time to give the actual gathering much thought. It hadn’t occurred to her that she might see Alexis again. What a horribly unwelcome surprise.

“Remember when I told you I would kill you for this?” Grey could have been saying “please pass the cheese ball” for as calm as he sounded. His face told a different story, however. He was seething, and Alexis’s eyes narrowed. She had an impressive poker face, but Grey glared her down, still reeking of anger, and a slow fear pooled in her eyes. She cocked her head to the side at the sound of a man approaching them. A tentative smile crept into the corners of her lips.

“Grey. Morgan. I’d like you to meet my mate, Jonathan Reeves, alpha to the Denver Pack.”

Fantastic. Of course, Alexis would find a mate that could give her as much power as possible. Jonathan was shorter than Grey, around five-foot-nine, but stocky. He nodded to Grey, who nodded back, and held out his hand to Morgan.

“It’s nice to meet you, Silver Wolf,” Jonathan said, bowing his head slightly.

Alexis clenched her teeth together, and Morgan couldn’t help a laugh at how red her face was turning. Morgan shook his hand. Anyone who could rattle Alexis was a friend. “Nice to meet you, too.”

“Jonathan!” Dean came over and gave the man a rough hug. “I see you’ve been taking care of our girl.” He nodded to Alexis.

“I’ve been trying.” The Denver pack alpha looked pointedly at her still pouting face. “Alexis?”

Alexis narrowed her eyes at her new alpha and cleared her throat. Tilting her chin primly, she arced her attention to Dean and said, “I’m sorry. Not about her.” She shot Morgan a glare. “I’d bite her again but better. I’m sorry for disappointing you, though.”

Dean huffed a surprised laugh. “Alexis, that is literally the worst apology I’ve ever heard in my life. I did promise you, though, so after Summit the ban is lifted and you can visit. Jonathan, you are welcome, as well.”

Alexis gave a puff of relieved air and greeted her old pack mates. “Where is Brandon? He didn’t want to come to this shindig?”

Silence descended on their small space like a vacuum had sucked the conversation right out of the easternmost part of the room. Everyone looked around uncomfortably.

It was Dean who spoke. “There was a big fight. Brandon is dead, Alexis. We buried him on Wednesday. I should have thought to call you.”

Alexis shook her head in disbelief, and her eyes rimmed with moisture that refused to abandon shocked eyes.

Surprise, the ice queen had a heart after all.

“Let me guess. It was because of her.” Alexis jabbed a finger in Morgan’s face, seriously tempting her to bite it off.