Warrick
I can’t fucking sleep. Luna’s curled up next to me like a little pup, and I just had the best damn sex of my life, but sleep won’t come for me tonight. Yeah, she chose me, and I’m fucking flattered, but I took something both Ethan and Callan wanted-after I ripped into them for touching her. I figured if I kept my distance and gave her my surly side, she’d want nothing to do with me. But here she came, a naked little waif in the night, slipping between my sheets and saying things to me in her wide-eyed innocence that no man could resist. Hell, she probably didn’t even know how half of that sounded to my ears.
I drag my hand through my hair and kick the covers off. I imagine what that asshole Axel would do if he knew I took his sloppy seconds and made her a queen. Ten years ago, I challenged him for dominance and lost, but tonight, I got my vindication. Tonight, I didn’t just touch his mate like my brothers did. I fucked her raw and deep, shaping her cunt to my measure.
I fucking claimed every inch of her. Instead of pulling out at the last minute and coming all over her back, like I usually do, I shot my seed
inside her while seizing her neck between my teeth. She submitted to my claim, and I rewarded her by making her come over and over, lifting her up where he cut her down. I run my fingers across the scar on her skin, and she shivers in her sleep and cuddles closer.
“Luna,” I say, nudging her with my elbow.
“Mm-hmm?” she says in a sleepy sounding voice.
“Baby girl, you can’t stay here. Go on back to your room now.”
“Why?” she says, rubbing her eyes with her fists. She looks so goddamned sweet my cock starts to twitch, eager for another round inside that slippery little vice between her thighs.
“I gotta work out some things with Callan and Ethan,” I tell her. “It wouldn’t look right if they found you here.”
“I thought you said it was my choice.”
“It is,” I say, sweeping a strand of her colorful hair back. “I just never considered you might choose me. After I called them off, they’d be pissed that I went ahead and took you for myself.”
Her nose scrunches up, and she looks at me like I’ve sprouted wings. “Why wouldn’t I come to you? I like you. All of you.”
“I know, baby girl,” I say, stroking her cheek. “But it’ll look like I chose, like I pulled the Alpha card to get you on your back. Like it wasn’t your choice.”
cheek.
“It was my choice,” she says, laying her small hand on my rough
And I should be on my knees thanking the devil himself for that,
because hearing her call me Daddy and then fucking the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt in my life was just about the best thing I’ve ever done. My gaze drops to her mouth, and fuck if I don’t want to taste it, and fuck it, and…
“Okay, I’ll go,” she says, sitting up and stretching when I don’t answer. The sheet falls down around her waist, and her little tits rise in the moonlight. I’m so fucking hard I’d tell her I changed my mind if I didn’t see her wincing when she sat up. As tight as she was, she’s going to be walking bowlegged for days after taking that pounding.
On silent feet, she pads to the door, then turns back to look at me over her shoulder. I just about blow my load all over again, but she gives me a shy little wave and disappears before I can order her back to the bed and see if that mouth feels as good as it looks.
When she’s gone, I have to jerk off just to get the image out of my head. Then I lie awake, staring out the window and thinking how fucking long it’s been since I lay awake thinking about a woman. Since I left home and didn’t have to worry about our mama, that’s how long.
A sound outside my window startles me-a soft rustling followed by a dull thwack. Even though there are plenty of swamp critters, I’m on
guard when I don’t smell any kind of animal. I drop off the bed and head outside to check the perimeter.
In the dim light of dawn, I catch a faint glimmer of metal and a white square affixed to a tree at the edge of the yard. I scent the air, but no one is nearby, so I hurry over to investigate. I keep my ears pricked and my nose on alert, though, in case this is an attempt at an ambush.
A fighting knife still quivers in the bark of the old hickory. I yank down the paper and read the scrawled letters.
Give the bitch up tonight, or you’ll all die.
My blood turns to ice, and a big grin spreads across my face. Oh, I like the sound of that challenge. Whoever issued this threat has a death wish.
I scent the air again, and then I head inside to put the coffee on. I don’t bother with clothes. I won’t be fighting in human form, and busting out of them when I shift is a pain in the ass. Then I sit on the porch and roll a cigarette, watching dawn creep into the sky. I’m almost done with my smoke when I catch the first scent. I can smell both vampires and wolves.
I toss my cigarette and rub my hands together – this is going to be good.
Tipping back my head, I issue a few wolf yips. A minute later, Callan and Ethan stumble out onto the porch.
“What is it?” Callan says. “You’re up early.”
I hand them the paper that was pinned to the tree.
“Fuck,” Ethan says, punching a fist into his palm. “We just got her back. Who tracked us?”
“No one had to track us,” I say. “We’re not hiding her. We welcomed her, and she accepted.”
“They can come through the three of us if they want her,” Callan says, an edge of ferocity in his voice.
I can’t wait to exact blood for this threat on Luna’s life, but I keep my cool.
“Nothing to do now but have our coffee and wait for the bastards to show their faces.”
When we step inside, Luna comes padding into the kitchen on bare feet, her hair sticking out in five different directions, looking hot as hell itself in a baggy t-shirt and bare legs.
“What’s going on?” she asks, rubbing her eyes. “I heard y’all talking outside.”
“There’s been a threat on your life.” She eyes the paper and frowns.
I want to eat the heart of the man who caused her pain. If this came from Axel, I’ll be all too happy to tell him I filled his True Mate’s womb with my seed-right before I rip his head off.
“Come here, baby girl,” I say, patting my thigh.
She minces across the room and sits on my knee, casting a beguiling gaze at each of us with those big eyes. “I brought more conflict,” she whispers.
“None of that,” I say, squeezing her hip. “You’re part of the pack.
We fight for our own. You’re ours now, and we’re not letting you go.” Tears well up in her baby blue eyes. “Thank you.”
I turn to my brothers. They deserve the truth, and they deserve it coming from my mouth.
“Luna came to my room last night,” I say. “I fucked her good and
hard.”
Callan nods. “As you should.”
Ethan smiles and takes a drink of coffee. “That’s our Alpha. Taking
what’s yours.”
“Alright then,” I say, standing. I can smell the ashy dead smell of vamps coming closer. I’m ready to fight side by side with my brothers to save the woman who changed us all in the short time we’ve known her. “Let’s win this fight. For Luna.”