Page 68 of Cursed Wolf

“Did you enjoy that?” I guide my cock to her soaking pussy, slipping the head into her.

“Oh, yes, but I like this better.”

She feels so hot, so right the more I press into her. When I can’t take anymore, I drive in deeper, pushing into her all the way.

Purring for me, Narah’s hands are against the shower wall. Her hips buck back with each of my movements. I grip her hips as I fuck her, wanting to hear her screams when she’s completely at my mercy. This is the perfect release I’ve craved.

Maybe having Narah join us isn’t such a bad thing after all.

Tomorrow will be a difficult day, but until then, I intend to do everything to remember why I fight for the Savage Sector. I may have started with the goal of becoming the most powerful Alpha of Romania to show my father I wasn’t the loser he said I was, but my priorities have changed.

Now, I will fight for dominance over the Savage Sector to provide a home and a safe future for my family and my pack.

20

NARAH

Death.

The moment we reach the edge of the Savage Sector, it’s obvious something had changed in this part of Romania.

No one says a word as we ride down the track as we pass dead bodies. Some are shifters who were butchered and dumped, while others are undead with their heads hacked off. The path through sparse woodland takes us past an undead lying in the long grass, his arm sticking out as if reaching for us. It quickly becomes clear he’s in no position to come after us since he only has half a body. I don’t look for long because my stomach is already lurching, and the smells are revolting.

Passing another undead, it growls softly as its glassy eyes follow us while blood seeps from his head. Nikos does the honors and puts him out of his misery, which is more about ensuring it doesn’t find the strength to come after us.

“I’m certain we’ve just walked into one of those horror books you used to read, Nikos,” Crius says, swinging his axe in his hand.

I’ve come to realize it’s how he deals with stress. As some count beads on a string or curl their hair, he uses his axe as a distraction. When I first met him, I assumed the mannerism was his cockiness, showing off how strong he was, but I had him all wrong.

In truth, I misread most of them.

“Yeah, well, I don’t like being the hero in this horror story. During our absence, I suspect the Savage Sector has seen a bigger influx of migrating zombies than we thought.”

“Fucking great. Dealing with one bastard isn’t bad enough… now we have two enemies to watch out for,” Stone adds.

Ragnar’s been quiet, riding alongside me, and I catch him staring at me now and then.

“How are you doing?” he finally asks.

“I’m really good. A bit freaked out about all these dead body parts, but I knew it would be horrible. After a long sleep and a big breakfast, I can take on the world.” I grin his way, absolutely adoring this man. All four of them are my world, and my heart thunders whenever I think of them.

Harmony’s been on my mind all day. The separation from her has been harder than I expected. I can still smell her on me, still hear her sweet cries in my mind, and it physically hurts how much I want to hold her and feel her against my body.

“Of course, you feel amazing,” Crius responds sarcastically. “You got an hard fuck in the shower, ate most of our dinner, then crashed and stretched across the entire bed.”

I burst out laughing. “Guilty as charged. I didn’t know the portions would be so small.”

“Don’t worry, once you crashed in bed, still holding on to a chicken wing, we ordered more food.”

“You were so cute.” Nikos chuckles. “Ragnar struggled for several minutes, trying to get that chicken bone out of your hand without waking you.”

“You were adorable,” Ragnar smirks.

A blush slides over my cheeks—I’d fallen asleep so hard and with food in my hand. “I was exhausted.” I shrug, unable to defend myself since I don’t remember the incident.

Once we leave the woods, we move faster and keep our talking to a minimum to avoid drawing any attention. I keep my eyes peeled for the undead and spot them in the distance, but we’re moving too fast for them to come our way.

“Do you notice there aren’t many travelers?” I ask Stone, who’s alongside me. Ragnar’s taking the lead and Crius is at the rear.

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