Page 65 of Wolf Pack

“Aye. What were you thinking? We canna do it in the crofter’s hut. Not with everyone in there. Riding to the keep will take too long. Besides, I like doing this without everyone knowing.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Then in the bracken, it is.”

They swam to the shore, and he grabbed their brats and carried them through the bracken. Once they found the perfect spot, they laid the brats down on the ground, spreading them out, creating a makeshift bed surrounded by green ferns that stretched toward the sky. The full moon illuminated the dark sky, loch, and the tops of the bracken.

It seemed the perfect place to mate his wild Icelandic wolf. He laid her down on the brats and began kissing her soft mouth meant forjustkissing him. She ran her hand through his wet hair, and he loved their intimacy.

No woman had ever done that to him before. She kissed his mouth back, her kisses just as rampant, desirous, filling him with an unquenchable need.

Her heart was beating the same rhythm as his, hard and fast, as he moved his head down her body, trailing kisses from her mouth to her breast. He licked and suckled on the rigid nipple and then began to work on the other, giving it its due.

She moaned, her eyes shut as she took deep breaths every time he licked a nipple, and then he kissed the one and suckled and released.

“Join me,” she whispered as if she couldn’t wait to be mated to him. Maybe she was afraid someone would come looking for him, and she didn’t want to be caught in the middle of the act. He didn’t believe she would think he would change his mind if he didn’t hurry.

But he wasn’t about to rush through the first mating between them. He slid his hand down her smooth belly and found her curly blond hairs. He nudged his fingers through them until he located her woman’s bud, swollen, aroused.

His staff was as stiff as a pike already, and he truly wanted to mate her as quickly as possible, yet he had to show her how important it was to him to pleasure her also.

“I’m ready,” she said softly before he began to stroke her nubbin.

Yeah, she was, but not like he suspected she thought. When he began stroking her, she moaned. “Oh, goddess, what—are—” She bit her lip, unable to speak further, and he kissed her mouth while he continued to run his finger over her nub.

She was wet for him, ready for his staff, and moving her hips to get even more pleasure from his touch. Her heart was beating even more wildly now, and he tongued her mouth while she sucked on his tongue with desperation, trying to reach the climax, but he suspected no one had ever pleasured her in this way.

She nipped at his lip, and he smiled, but then her face tensed, and she gritted her teeth, growling, embracing the wolf and woman as she cried out with joy.

He immediately hoped no one would hear her and believe she was in peril and come to the rescue. He kissed her mouth then, licking her lips, nipping on her lower one. “Are you ready?”

“For you to be mine and only mine,” she said softly. “Ja, aye, I am.”

He wanted to ask if she’d ever been with a man like this, not wanting to hurt her for the first time, but he couldn’t ask without it sounding like he wouldn’t like it if she had been. So he treated her as though she was a virgin, slowly pushing into her. As much as he wanted to begin thrusting, he was so ready.

He went cautiously until he felt a barrier. She was so tight. He was certain she’d never been with anyone before like this.

She held her breath and then released and breathed through the pain. And then he pushed all the way in and began to thrust. Not hard, but enough to keep the momentum going.

Her inner core was still gripping him in waves of climax, and then he released in a burst and growled out, “Isobel, gods, you are mine.”

She smiled at him as he kissed her again. “Hmm, and you are mine.”

As wolves, she could have made love all the way with a human, and not have been mated. With wolves, it would have been a mating, and they couldn’t be with another wolf unless they lost their mate. Oftentimes, a wolf who lost his mate wouldn’t take another. But she hadn’t been with another man, and he was glad he was her first.

“Was it good—” he started to say, and she pushed him off her and straddled him, then kissed him deeply.

“Oh, aye. I never knew a man could pleasure a woman like that.”

“Aww, lass, you deserve to be pleasured like that every time and more.” He ran his hand over her thighs.

And then she snuggled up against him, her head on his chest. “As much as I dinna want to ever leave our little fortress of ferns, someone’s going to miss you.”

“And you. But aye, we need to dress.” Not only because he worried his brothers would check up on him again—just to make sure he was safe, but also because he wanted to take her to the keep with him, to tell the rest of the pack that they were now mated wolves. That she was also now their pack leader.

Isobel loved beingwith Alasdair like this, hidden in the bracken, glad that they had mated, but she wondered what to do about her kin and the crofters regarding sleeping arrangements. She didn’t want to take the young ones to live with her in the castle when the crofters wanted a family so bad, and her cousins seemed to adore Agnes and Dawy.

Isobel had to admit they treated them like their own children, not distantly or harshly as their own da had done. This had to do with the hard life they had been faced with after their mother had died. Conall was such a help to the crofters, and he seemed eager to learn shepherding and growing crops.

Isobel could be impulsive at times, and this was one of those times. She should have waited until she was sure that she could move to the castle without Dawy and Agnes needing her. Though she would make trips out there daily, like she was doing now by going to the keep and returning.

---