Thrown to the Wolves (Black River Pack Book 3) (8 page)

“How?” she asked.

I thought about the best way to handle this situation. “Does Elias know all of this?”

“Yeah,” she answered.

“Send him a text and tell him it’s okay to share the information with my brothers,” I told her. “I have a lot of confidence in my brothers’ ability to help me keep you safe, but I’m going to reach out to the bears again. Hopefully, they’ll be willing to stand by us through this.”

“The bears?”

“After Eliza had her dream about you and Elias, I reached out to the head of the McMahon clan. Carrick has a lot of contacts in the shifter world and could gather intel in places I could never go, but he doesn’t like to work with the wolves.”

“But he agreed to help you,” she pointed out with hope in her voice.

“No, baby. He agreed to help you because Eliza figured you were a she-bear based on what she had seen in her dream,” I corrected.

“Without knowing me?” she asked with surprise coloring her tone.

“He has a soft spot for female bear shifters,” I explained. “I think you’ll find that most bears do.”

“That’s really cool.”

“Just remember that I have the biggest soft spot for you of any male shifter,” I growled.

“Don’t you mean hard?” she giggled with a glance down at the boner that was always present when she was near.

“I’ll show you just how hard as soon as I get off the phone,” I promised. “Your safety comes first—before anything. Even my need for you.”

“I’ll let you make your call,” she offered. “I’ll go look through the things Eliza brought over. I saw some lingerie you might like.”

The thought of her body wrapped in satin and lace had my cock leaking pre-come at the tip, but it wasn’t what I wanted most for tonight.

“Naked,” I rasped. “By the time I get off the phone and make it into our room, I want to see you spread out on my bed with nothing coming between my eyes and your skin. I don’t want a single stitch of clothing to separate me from you tonight.”

“As you wish,” she whispered before walking upstairs, leaving a trail of clothing behind for me to follow as soon as I was done with the call.

I yanked my phone out of my pocket, forced to pull hard because the fit was tighter than it had been when I shoved it in there earlier thanks to the boner I was sporting. After swiping the screen to turn it on, I searched through my contacts until I found Carrick’s number. Luckily, it didn’t take long for him to answer.

“Tired of waiting and ready to ask me for help with the search again?” he said as soon as he picked up.

“The wait’s over,” I answered. “I should have called you as soon as she arrived, but I was kind of distracted.”

“She your mate?” he asked.

“Yes,” I confirmed.

“And a bear shifter?”

I chuckled a little at the interrogation he was putting me through. “Yes, Annora is a she-bear. My she-bear,” I stressed, knowing that the man had three unmated sons and no mate of his own.

“Then why are you calling me now if it wasn’t to tell me you’d found her?”

“She’s in trouble and we need your help,” I began before explaining the Annora’s situation to him.

By the time I was done, I could practically feel his anger building through the phone line.

“He sold a she-bear he raised as his own to Wyatt Lyall?” he roared when I stopped speaking.

“Yes,” I confirmed. “After treating her like shit for years, even before he knew he wasn’t her real father.”

Carrick was silent long enough that I began to worry he wouldn’t offer his assistance. Then he said, “The boys and I will head out in the morning. I’ll make some calls tonight and see what I can find out. Hopefully, I’ll discover that that batshit crazy motherfucker is still at home without a clue where she went.”

“And if he is, we’ll bring the war to him,” I said before we hung up, knowing that, if the other wolf lived, then Annora would never truly be safe.

Shaking off all the negativity, I headed upstairs to my mate. Seeing her giggle as she’d made friends with my brothers’ mates, watching her face light with joy when Hunter had accepted her into our pack and our family, listening to her trust me with a secret that caused her shame—tonight had been full of some amazing moments. But knowing she was waiting for me topped them all and made the shitty stuff worth it.

When I walked into the room and found her in my bed exactly the way I’d told her I wanted her, everything else melted away except the need to take her again. Her fingers were playing with her nipples, plucking the hardened peaks as she squeezed them together, and I wanted to shove my dick between them just as much as I had that first night. Only there wasn’t anything stopping me tonight, so I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down as I walked towards the bed. She crawled towards me, her eyes locked on my hard-on as she licked her lips.

“Suck my cock,” I ordered. “I want to see your perfect lips wrapped around me while you blow me.”

Her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to moisten them before she licked the head of my dick. After sliding her tongue along the slit at the tip of my cock, she sucked the bead of pre-come that dripped from me and drew it into her mouth. The sight of her eyes staring up at me as her lips moved up and down on my cock was driving me wild.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed as she twisted her mouth around the tip. Then she tried to take as much of my cock into her mouth as she could.

“So good, baby,” I complimented her on a moan when her fingers moved to tease my balls.

She cupped them in her palm and squeezed lightly before running her nails over the tight skin. Then the tempo of her mouth changed and she was bobbing her head up and down in a quick rhythm that had my hips pumping with each downward swipe. I felt the telltale tingling at the base of my spine, but I didn’t want to come yet.

I wrapped her hair around my fist and grasped her chin to control her movements so I could slow her down. Then I fucked into her mouth once, going deep and bumping against the back of her throat. It convulsed around me before I pulled back. Her tongue flicked along the tip as I rested it against her lips. Watching her dark eyes peer up at me with satisfaction gleaming from them, I was tempted to finish while she sucked me off, but her tits had been swaying with each thrust and I couldn’t wait to feel her soft skin sliding against me.

When I dragged my cock out of her mouth, it glistened with her saliva. I pumped it with one fist as I pushed her onto her back.

“Remember what I told you about your tits our first night together?”

“That you wanted to fuck them?” she asked softly, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

“Your ribs feel good enough for me to do that?”

Instead of answering me, she nodded and moved her hands to the outside of her breasts to squeeze them together. Carefully placing both knees on either side of her body, I straddled her and drove my wet cock between her breasts. The sight and feel of her warm skin rubbing against my wet cock lit a fire in my veins, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long like this.

“Suck me hard,” I demanded when my cock slipped through the top of her tits on my next thrust.

Her mouth opened wide and I slid between her lips. She sucked the tip, swirling her tongue around, and the combination was enough to send me to the edge again.

“I’m going to come,” I warned before I pulled away and watched as my come spurted from cock onto her chest.

Annora lay there, naked with my come splattered on her tits and dripping from her chin. Her skin was flushed all over, a rosy-red hue tingeing it. Her legs were splayed open, and her pussy glistened with the evidence of her arousal.

“I need to taste you,” I growled as I knelt between her legs.

She traced her finger along a rope of my come, popped her finger into her mouth, and then sucked. “If I taste half as good as you do, I understand why.”

My fingertips slid along her thighs until I reached the seam where her legs met her pelvis and gripped her tightly. I brushed my lips over her slit as I moved to the other side, teasing her by breathing hot air on her damp skin. The scent of her arousal grew stronger as I tormented her with flicks of my tongue along her pussy lips without touching her clit or pressing down too hard.

Her hips bucked against my hold as she begged with her hands fisted in my hair, trying to pull my face closer. “Please, Parker. I need more. Fingers, tongue—anything!”

Nudging her legs wider, I spread her open with my fingers. When her clit peeked out of its hood, I flicked it with my tongue, going gently at first until I heard her moan. Then I increased the pressure until she was writhing in need, and I slipped my fingers through her wet folds to sink two inside her.

“Tastes so fucking good,” I rasped before I licked my lips, savoring her flavor. “Gonna make you come for me with my mouth.”

I added another finger and twirled them around, searching for that spongy spot I knew would drive her as wild as she made me. After I found it, I made sure to rub against the same spot on each stroke into her body. At the same time, I tugged her clit into my mouth and gave it quick, little sucks that had her walls clenching against my fingers. I kept going until her hips surged up and she screamed out my name as she climaxed around my fingers.

I continued to pump my fingers and lazily lick her clit, determined to make it last as long as I could for her. When she stopped trembling and lay there gasping for air, I flopped onto the bed beside her. A sense of contentment I only felt when I knew I had satisfied my mate filled me.

“Sleepy,” she murmured, slurring the words a little because she was so tired.

I drew her closer and pulled the sheet over our bodies so she wouldn’t get cold in the night. Running my fingers through her hair, I watched as she drifted to sleep with a smile on her face—one I’d put there.

I spent the night with my mate wrapped in my arms, but I couldn’t manage to fall asleep. My wolf was on edge and alert to danger. As the hours passed, I watched her chest rise and fall as she slept soundly. My heightened alertness paid off when I decided to walk the perimeter of my cabin in the wee hours of the morning and smelled wolves I didn’t recognize in the distance. I wasn’t certain how close they were, but their scent so close to my mate that it made my hackles rise.

I let out a loud howl, alerting my brothers to the danger that was near, before running back inside to grab my phone. Annora was sitting up in the bed with a startled look on her face when I made it back to our room.

“What’s happening?”

“Get some clothes on,” I ordered. “Make sure they’re dark and warm.”

“Why?” she asked after jumping out of the bed to dig in the dresser.

“Someone’s coming,” I explained. “Wolves, and not from our pack.”

Chapter 8

Annora

“I’m not waiting for you here while you face the danger that’s coming for me,” I argued.

“It’s my job as your mate to keep you safe!” Parker yelled.

“And it’s mine to do the same for you,” I pointed out reasonably.

“No, that would be mine as alpha,” Hunter disagreed.

“Or mine as pack enforcer,” Spencer chimed in.

“Oh, stop being a bunch of macho idiots and let Annora go with you—even if you keep her away from most of the action,” Grace grumbled.

“I’ve spent my entire life being told what to do and agreeing like the good little girl my father wanted me to be,” I tried to explain. “Not this time. Not when I know my mate and new brothers are out there fighting for my safety against someone who came here for me because he thinks I belong to him after my father sold me to him!”

“Annora, baby,” Parker sighed. “I don’t have time to argue. We have the advantage right now because they think we don’t know they’re coming. If we don’t hurry, we’re going to lose that and the odds won’t be in our favor as much.”

“Then I guess you better agree and let me come with,” I replied stubbornly.

“Or handcuff her to something,” Spencer suggested.

“Spencer!” Eliza scolded. “I agree with Annora. I think she needs to be there.”

“Of course you agree,” Spencer said. “You three are all about sticking together.”

“That’s not why,” she snapped back. “I saw her there in my dream. She was with the three of you, and it looked like you defeated the enemy. Why risk changing that future by making her stay here?”

“Fuck! Get in the truck,” Parker conceded.

“Elias, you’ll stay here and protect Grace and Eliza?” Hunter asked.

“Of course,” he answered. “With my life if need be.”

Elias’s words rang in my head as we drove to the edge of town. The woods lining the road seemed eerie, whereas they were usually welcoming. The early morning sky was cloudy and dark since the sun wouldn’t rise for a couple of hours yet. When a bit of fog rolled in, I shivered. If someone were filming a movie battle with werewolves, this was exactly the scene they should use.

When we reached the outskirts of town, Hunter swerved and pulled to the side of the road. He and Spencer climbed out of the truck, leaving me alone in the back with Parker.

“I know you felt like you needed to be here, but I’m begging you. Please stay in the truck until I know what to expect.”

I wanted to decline and insist on facing the danger at his side, but I could see his concern for me flashing in his eyes. “Okay,” I agreed. “But don’t you dare get hurt.”

“You either,” he ordered. “In fact, you better take this in case you need it.” He reached into the console and pulled out a gun. “Have you ever shot before?”

“A couple of times with my father,” I said as I took it from him and turned off the safety so it would be ready to go if worse came to worse.

“Be careful,” he warned before claiming my lips in a punishing kiss and exiting the truck.

I watched as he walked over to two pack members and spoke with them. They glanced back at the truck, nodded, and walked over to stand in front of the passenger’s door. I couldn’t see much with them blocking my line of sight, so I climbed into the front to get a better view.

Parker had his brothers and about five more male wolves with him standing in the road when two trucks pulled up and stopped in the middle of the street. Wyatt Lyall climbed out of the driver’s seat of one of them at the same time that his pack enforcer exited the other truck. I’d seen him before when they’d been in my old hometown, and he was just as scary now as he had been back then.