Frozen Alaska (The Juneau Packs Book 2) Page 6

  “Delia?”

  “Ssh. I want to play.”

  Play?

  Her fingers unfastened my button and lowered the zipper, and her cool hand slipped inside my boxers, where her touch before had already caused blood to rush to my cock. She ran her fingers over me, and I shivered.

  Play. Okay. I could deal with this.

  I returned the favor of releasing the button on her pants as well, peeling them to the side.

  “What are you doing?” Her voice was teasing.

  “Mm, it’s playtime, right?”

  “I guess so…ohhh…”

  My finger found her clit and I was just amazed at how wet she was. Good God, what had she been thinking about while she lay next to me?

  That thought stiffened me even further and she wrapped her hand around me. Her fingers were long and slender, and her hand had warmed quickly. She brushed a thumb over the crown, and stole the drop of precum she had caused, stroking it down the hot flesh that wanted nothing more than to push into her and claim her.

  No. Claiming. I yelled at my wolf as he perked up from his slumber. No. Not right now.

  He whimpered.

  Frankly, so did I.

  The sweet, small strokes felt amazing, and I desperately needed to return her teases. I ran my hungry fingers up and down the silken lips of her pussy, dipping a finger in lightly to gather a touch of her cream and make the silk even softer, more supple.

  Her breath hitched, then escaped.

  I dipped a finger back in and left it there. She squirmed lightly against my touch, trying to get my finger deeper.

  “Don’t move, baby,” I breathed. “No moving. Just hands and fingers.”

  “I’m going to die,” I managed to breathe out.

  This man was so hot, so tasty, so naughty, and willing to play that I was sure something was going to catch on fire.

  His steel silk cock was Heaven in my hand. I moved my hand over him, pumping him, torturing him.

  I never remembered handies being this much damn fun.

  I had never had this much fun with sex, ever. End of. There was something about being here in this moment with Jason that was amazing, and soft and hot and, and…and.

  I couldn’t stop the flutter of my eyes as he traced my sex with his hot, nubile fingers. One he had tucked neatly in my channel, moving it ever-so-slightly, and the others he openly tortured me with.

  I wanted at least one more of those hot fingers inside me. There was no way I was going to get that.

  Desperate to stave off his teasing, I refocused on the erection he had been half-sprung with all night. He hadn’t been able to hide it well. Only the table helped, but I saw it the rest of the time, pushing forward, begging.

  He moaned low and I sped my hand up, putting a little more grip on him—but only a little. A grunt this time and Jason shifted his hips toward me.

  “Nuh uh,” I whispered. “No moving. Just feel.”

  “I’m going to die here, aren’t I?” His breath was deliberate, careful. Trying to stay in control.

  I nodded. “I’m going to kill you with sweet sex.”

  “What a way to go…”

  I slipped my hand all the way down and caressed his balls. The gasp was shocked, but the groan was welcoming.

  His finger caught me off guard as he dusted over the raging fire that was my clit. My back arched and I was helpless to stop it.

  “Oh, fuck this,” he mumbled.

  In a quick swift move, he had my leg out of my pants and his own down around his knees and he nestled into the cradle of my thighs, his cock poised and ready.

  I grinned. “I wondered who was going to break first.”

  “You have a marvelously dirty mind.”

  Pressing against me, he slid deep inside my pussy and we both groaned. I pulled my legs further apart and lifted them, and Jason seated himself deep, touching my very top. I trembled from the fullness of him.

  “God, you are so beautiful in the starlight,” he whispered, starting to move himself, in and out with deliberately slow strokes. Filling me, and withdrawing, he pushed every stroke of his cock against my clit, every sensation winding me tighter.

  But it was so carefree, so lazy, so intimate. Like nothing I had ever felt before. I didn’t know why we were so connected. There was no reason why we were so close, so perfect together.

  It was something that, after knowing him for only three days, I wanted to know more about it. I wanted him taking me out to dinner, out to watch the stars, out to see the whales and the ice. I wanted it all while waking naked next to him, stealing away behind a tree for a fuck, have sex in the wildflowers, make love on the bed of his truck.

  Because, that’s what we were doing. We were making love.

  Slowly, carefully, and it couldn’t be more sweet, more tender.

  There was a strange noise through the night, and startled, I lifted my head to look.

  “Whale song,” he whispered, bringing his lips to mine for a sweet, open mouthed kiss.

  He stole my breath when I tried to sigh, and his finger found my clit a moment later. Jason dusted the tip of his finger over me. He was never in a rush, enjoying each groan, hiss, sigh, and gasp that I gave up, and I listened to his breath as the whale song echoed in the night.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to hear you come.”

  His cock slid in and out, with no hurry still, but brushing the tender spot deep inside me each and every time. With a few quick brushes over my hot nerves, he brought me right to the edge.

  “Come with me,” I managed to hiss at him.

  “Yes.” His hips pumped short strokes into me and the press of his thumb threw me over the cliff.

  Jason followed me down, bathing my walls with his cum as he let out a quiet call of satisfaction. His head fell to the crook of my neck and I could feel the scrap of his teeth—and the strangest urge to have him sink them into my skin passed through me, drawing out my orgasm for just a few more seconds.

  He dropped back down next to me and I let out a littler whimper of disappointment as he slipped out of me.

  I glanced over at him, and his eyes were…almost glowing. They were gorgeous and ethereal in the northern lights.

  Putting my hand on his cheek, I smiled at Jason. “This is possibly the most perfect thing that has ever happened to me.”

  His smile grew, and he nuzzled at my shoulder. “You deserve nothing but perfect.”

  My heart pitter-pattered at that. I was falling hard for this guy. I shouldn’t have been. It was supposed to be just a fling, fun, and my heart was getting all involved in this.

  “Thank you,” I finally answered.

  “Worth it to see you here under the lights.” His hand ran a trail up and down my hip. Not trying to do anything but feel my skin, to keep his fingers touching me.

  It was completely erotic, and I was going to be ready to go again in just moments.

  The howl, however, killed my desire instantly.

  I tried to sit up, but Jason held me to the mattress. “No. Don’t sit up. They’re too close.”

  “Is it the fucking coyotes again? That was their howl. I’d know it anywhere.”

  He nodded. “Yes. I don’t know what they are doing here. This is almost on the compound.”

  “Did you bring a gun or something we can use?”

  “No, I don’t carry guns as a matter of course when I’m not on one of the more dangerous hikes. They shouldn’t be here.” He kissed my shoulder. “Pull your clothes up, right where we are. Don’t sit up. They’ll smell us already, we don’t need to give them any more hints where exactly we are.”

  “Jason, these things are rabid. They have to be.” I slipped my one leg back in my pants and wiggled my panties and pants back up my ass.

  “They’re diseased all right, but…” He laid flat and stared up at the sky. “I don’t need this. I really don’t.”

  I curled toward him and listened to the howls. They were all around us and they were drowning
out the whale song, and the beauty of the night we were lying under.

  “What the hell are we going to do?” I whispered.

  “Hope they aren’t really interested in us and just go away. There’s not much else we can do.”

  I heard snuffling on the side of the truck and really hoped that they were just looking for food of the non-human variety. I looked at Jason who had a finger to his lips, and only his boxers on.

  Why had he pulled his pants off?

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  There was no way that she hadn’t noticed my pants were off.

  But if these were the same coyotes I thought they were, there was a good chance that she was about to find out a lot more about the St. Terese compound than I was willing to share at that point.

  I also wasn’t willing to let these fuckers even lay a paw on my mate.

  So, my decision was made. I wasn’t going to destroy my pants. I had just bought them a few days before, for this date. The boxers I could lose.

  These were the exiles from the Yéil land. They shouldn’t have been on that property and they shouldn’t be so close to the edge of the compound. I knew that our territory expanded out beyond the fence line, out beyond this field. That they were on our pack land meant nothing but trouble for them.

  Fergus was going to have do something about these exiles. I knew he didn’t want to deal with them, but they were nothing but pure trouble. And they were haunting all of the Juneau Packs.

  I held Delia down, and just prayed these asses were smart enough to go away.

  They weren’t. Of course.

  One of them jumped up on the tailgate of the truck and swung to look at us. Delia yelped, and scooted back from the gate.

  The coyote, one I recognized as Ulysses, cocked his head in a cruel grin and turned to us.

  “Go away! Shoo!” Delia commanded. She grabbed her shoe to toss at him.

  Grabbing her hand, I stopped her from throwing it. There was no point in losing her shoe. She looked at me and I could see terror in her eyes, and I hated seeing it there.

  “He’s gonna kill us,” she whispered.

  The bastard on my tailgate laughed.

  I whipped my head around. Ulysses had never seen me in my human shift, so he was shocked when I growled at him. My eyes were lit, I knew. Amber magic flared and he almost fell off the gate.

  I scooted down the air mattress, and Delia desperately tried to pull me back. I held her back without turning.

  “Go. Get out of here. You’re on St. Terese land, and I have every right to have you killed.”

  “What are you doing?” Delia hissed.

  “Stay back,” I said, over my shoulder. I turned back to the coyote on my tailgate. “Get out of here, you mangy asshole! I will have your head.”

  He laughed at me again, yipping a nasty, cruel laugh. I shot to my feet and landed right at the edge of the tailgate. I kicked him in the ribs before he could snap at me, and punted him through the air, back on to the ground.

  There were suddenly four more angry coyotes at the gate, growling at me.

  I snarled at them, recognizing two. “You all want to play this game on St. Terese territory?”

  In unison, they leapt and snapped at me.

  I jumped up and out from the gate, easily avoiding them, and shifted midair, landing on my feet facing them. I growled, barring my teeth.

  My wolf was pissed. This was safe land for us. For me and Cora. We were not wealthy, influential, or high ranked in the pack––but the pack cared for all and we were safe, comfortable. These fleabags were threating not just us, but everyone else, from the omegas to the alphas.

  And now they were threatening my mate and her friends.

  There were seven coyotes that I saw, including Ulysses, when I landed on all four paws. Two immediately turned tail and ran back into the woods. One came directly at me from the truck and I dodged at the last moment, in just such a way that I was able to slam myself against him, and take him to the ground. Two yelps, and he was after the other two.

  Ulysses was right in front of me then, and he was growling back. He was also half my size. I slowly circled him, forcing him away from the truck. I wanted that at my back, not his. I didn’t know if his lackeys were going to come running back and spring me.

  Forcing him away from the tailgate, he started backing along the side of the truck. The other three remaining coyotes started to circle in behind me. I had to be careful. These bastards wouldn’t think twice about killing me.

  While I didn’t want to kill anyone, I also wasn’t going to be noble about this.

  A grunt and the flash of metal in the green aurora lights, and Ulysses was swung up and through the air backwards.

  I snapped my head up.

  Delia was standing there with a sledgehammer resting on her shoulder.

  “Get the hell out of here! Get away from my boyfriend!”

  She looked fierce, angry, wild eyed, and completely determined. Her grip on the long handle clearly said she was ready to swing the hammer again.

  I fell totally in love with her right at that moment.

  Ulysses stood from where she had sent him flying, and the snarl on his lips was sheer anger. He yipped, and the remaining three coyotes ran past me, snapping as they passed.

  I sat on my haunches, watching them go. They stopped at the edge of the woods, and were getting ready to let out a howl.

  Tossing my head back, I beat them to it, letting out a warning howl that I was sure reached the main pack. My wolf made sure it was nuanced enough to let the compound know what happened, but that we didn’t need help.

  Their angry, insulted barks followed them back into the woods, and I listened to make sure they were moving away from pack territory. A minute later, I was sure they were, crashing through the brush like pups and barking at each other angrily.

  Now. I had to deal with my mate.

  Ugh.

  Standing, I walked to the tailgate and jumped up. She watched me, her eyes darting over the black and cream fur of my wolf. The sledgehammer was resting on the bed of the truck, but her hand was still on the handle.

  I sat. I waited.

  Delia cocked her head and seemed to be memorizing me. She traced the contours of my wolf’s form, committing them to memory. After a moment she knelt on the mattress and motioned me to come and lay down on it with her.

  My wolf went, down on all fours, carefully prone to her, showing no fear of her, and giving her no reason to fear us. Her hand reached out to my head, tentatively. She pulled back at least four times, before finally sinking her fingers into the thick fur behind my ears.

  “Is this really you, Jason?”

  My careful answer was a soft whine, and a quick lick of her forearm.

  “I’m not hallucinating from bad mushrooms at dinner?”

  Chuffing a chuckle, I put my big head on her knee and looked up at her. I hoped so desperately she could see the man inside the wolf’s eyes. Her fingers felt so, so wonderful in my fur. For a moment, I wished I was a cat shifter, so I could purr. Instead, I rolled over and exposed my underside—something we never did without heavy trust.

  I trusted her.

  Her hand sunk into the fur on my chest and she scratched there. It felt amazing to have my mate’s hands in my thick fur, doing nothing more than giving me a good scratch.

  She giggled, and I let my tongue loll out of my mouth as I panted in delight.

  “You are beautiful like that, but can you change back? I think that we need to talk.”

  I stayed where I was, and let the shift wash over me so she could really see it: fur pulling back, head and arms reshaping, clawing withdrawing, tail fading away. The back of my head rested on her knee and I watched her watching me become human once again.

  A huff of an exhale, and she slumped a bit. “That really just happened.”

  Grabbing my pants on the side of the mattress, I nodded. “Yes. It did. They weren’t going to go away unless my wolf threatened them.” I yanked the
pants on and zipped them up.

  “That’s also why you didn’t put your pants on. You were afraid that you would have to change and those were your good pants.”

  I nodded. “But it’s called shifting. I shift from human to wolf.”

  “A werewolf?”

  He shook his head, sitting up next to me, legs out. “Not as you would think it. Our half wolf forms are technically werewolves, but there aren’t many who can hold between the wolf and the human. Alphas, betas, and some enforcers. That’s really it. The rest are shifters alone—fully human or fully wolf.”

  I took his hand and studied it.

  “You’re awfully calm for someone who just found out the guy she’s seeing is a wolf.”

  I grunted, “I think the word I used was boyfriend.”

  He stilled. “You did.”

  “But it’s more than that, isn’t it?” I knew it had to be. Why was I so damn calm about this? Werewolves were a thing. A real thing, and I was holding the hand of one in mine, examining it.

  He nodded. “It’s more.”

  I waited. I wasn’t sure he was going to go on, but after a moment of my fingers tracing the skin on his palm, he finally spoke again.

  “Shifters—wolves, bears, ravens, eagles, coyotes, mountain lions, and more—are all over the world. We live an extraordinarily long time. And we have only one chance to find our true mate. One person on the whole planet, in our insanely long lives, who is perfect for us. We know them right away. By their scent and what they do to us when we are with them.

  “When you crested that path five days ago, I was lost. I wanted nothing more than to take you and make you mine for the rest of my life. But you’re human and this world is foreign to you.”

  Wow. I danced my fingers over his, and down to his fingertips. He was human, and he was more than human. I couldn’t see the more than while he sat there.

  “Your eyes…”

  “When I get…uh, worked up or angry they’ll glow a bit. It’s the magic inside.”

  I ran my fingers over the dusting of chest hair that I’d really liked. It was soft, and his skin felt hot under my touch.