Page 22 of Memphis Heat
“Yes, sir.”Butch lowered his gaze slightly, inclining his head toward Snorrasan.“Thank you for saving Regan.”
“Do you intend to claim her as your mate?”
Regan wasn’t sure what Snorrasan was asking, but the answer damn well better beyes.Hell with that.She had a better answer.“I claim him asmine.”
Their leaders exchanged glances, and both broke out laughing.“The day of the obedient female has a place in history,” their Alpha commented.“Just not our recent history.Our bitches are getting ballsy.They’re going to need it if there truly is a war on the horizon.”He clapped Butch on the shoulder.“Let the claiming begin!”
Whatever the fuck that meant.Though Regan was pretty sure she knew, and a decidedly uncomfortable flush crept up her neck to suffuse her face.A cheer went up from the older pack members.A cheer that turned into a pack howl as all around them wolves began to shift.Butch growled and pulled her to him, fusing his mouth to hers, and she knew.Not that she was opposed to having sex in public.Hell, it was a huge turn on to think about.She wished she’d had a bit of warning.She might have even shaved her legs.Not that it seemed to matter.There was a crap load of fur in the room.
Butch seemed to be reduced to animalistic instinct.Even his eyes seemed feral.There was no doubt she was getting ready to be fucked, and fucked good.There was some little bit of humanity in the back of her mind that screamed at her to preserve her modesty, but she quickly tamped it down.This was a whole new world, a whole new situation with a new normal and new regulations.If it meant she’d get to keep Butch as her mate forever, then she’d do whatever she had to do.Even get it on in a room full of complete strangers.Of course, some of them in the room weren’t complete strangers.Some of these men she’d worked with side by side for the whole of her short career in the MPD.That was more uncomfortable than anything else.
She had the feeling that, if she didn’t get rid of her clothes now, there’d be no saving them.Not waiting for further encouragement, she yanked her clothes off, knowing she’d need them later.Good thing too because Butch seemed unable to control his shifting and stood before her in his half-shifted form.Perversely, she seemed to find this side of him fascinatingly sexy.There was something about such a powerful man on the verge of losing control that wet her panties but good.Well, if she’d still been wearing any, they’d have been sopping wet.
All around them, older wolves issued their mating calls.The air reeked with sex.She’d never thought herself one to get off on watching before, but the sight of the pack surrounding them to watch their sex only seemed to make her wetter.Some were fully wolf, some only partially shifted.She wondered if she should shift, but she’d not managed the art of shifting because she wanted to yet.If that was even possible.So far she’d only shifted when danger threatened her mate.
Butch turned her around, holding her securely by her hips as he bit her shoulder right below her neck.The sting only heightened the sensation of danger and the claiming she craved.This was Butch.The real Butch.The Butch he’d held back from her all these months that she’d only caught a glimpse of before.Like it or not, Butch had been made to be a werewolf.This was a suppressed part of his nature screaming to be let loose.Now that it had, Regan was certain there was no containing him.Snorrasan had better watch out.It wouldn’t surprise her if Butch set his sights on pack leader someday soon.
When Butch kissed his way down her back -- with equal parts lips, tongue, and teeth -- until he nipped the underside of her ass, Regan let out a little yelp of surprise.The next lick landed squarely on her cunt, with two long swipes of his tongue before he swatted her soundly on the butt with a hand that was more paw than human.Four-inch-long claws curled across her hips, holding her pinned.
That was all the foreplay he seemed capable of.With a short grunt that felt like a dare to deny him, Butch aimed his cock at her and slid home.It didn’t really matter.Regan was so hot, she was certain she dripped all over him anyway.
He took her standing, his claws firmly on her hips, holding her still as he plunged into her over and over again.Flesh slapped hard against flesh, loud even among the amazing din the other wolves made.His fucking was almost brutal in its intensity but Regan loved every second of it.She gripped his wrists as hard as she could -- her hands wouldn’t come close to closing around them now -- and did her best to push back against him to add to the intensity.He penetrated her deep, even in the awkward position.His cock seemed to hit places no man had ever hit with almost painful sensations.
When she thrashed under him, he bit down on her shoulder again.Without warning, her first orgasm washed over her, pulsing through her with all the fervor of a rocket blasting off into outer space.Sweat dripped from her skin as she squirmed against him, wanting more.She wasn’t sure what -- just more.
He seemed more than ready to give her everything he had.Deep shudders rocked his muscles as he pounded against her, his balls slapping her ass with every deep, penetrating thrust.A howl rose in her throat.Not an echo of the cries that reverberated through the pack, but something deeper.Something that seemed to scream from her soul.As if in answer, Butch’s voice rose to join her, that knot forming again, seizing her, holding her to him as he came in long, slow spurts of liquid fire.
Great.Now they were going to be stuck like this for a while.That was embarrassing.Or it should have been.Except all around the room the musk of sex linked them to their brothers and sisters, pack members who shared their need.Suddenly she understood the seventies look -- the scattered couches and pillows that lined the walls.Doggie beds.Regan did her best not to laugh.She didn’t have the energy.She was whipped.Ready to topple had it not been for Butch’s strength still supporting her.
Butch took her to the floor, lying beside her atop a huge pillow.His kisses, soft and lazy, wandered over her neck and shoulder as he lay tied to her, obviously as blissfully contented as she was.
“Let it be known these two, Butch Carson and Regan ‘Sundance’ O’Malley, are one in the eyes of the pack.”
At the nickname “Sundance,” Regan looked up and snarled.It was the colonel.She ought to tell him off for that.Somehow it didn’t seem so bad now, though.Before it had been the guys’ way of teasing a rookie, then she’d grown fond of it because it linked them together.
Her Butch.As she was his Sundance.
A team.Always.
Let’s hope they didn’t end up dead in Mexico, legends for future generations to smile over.
* * *
What felt like hours later, a cell phone rang, pulling him back from the edge of a blissed-out haze.Butch shifted, on his own this time, back to human form.He thought he might be getting the knack of this.His uniform obligingly reappeared.
Not his phone.
“Time to move out!We’ve got a new lead.”
And just like that, their pack orgy dissolved into a tense, alert, fighting team.Butch suddenly understood the whole mating thing.They were tighter now.A real pack.He could even accept Snorrasan’s lead, as long as he had the colonel’s backing.
It didn’t take him and Regan as long to disengage this time.Apparently, his body was becoming used to the changes between human and wolf.Thank goodness, too, because the rest of the pack was leaving with or without them.And he wouldn’t let them go out there without him and Regan to back them up.
Regan scrambled to find the scattered pieces of her uniform, looking a little less than official after their time on the lounge floor.To his surprise, she shifted.The first time he’d seen her go full wolf without a life or death threat at their throats.She shifted back again, looking more than a little pleased with herself as she inspected her uniform.
“Neat trick!”she observed.
“Come on, Sundance.We’ve got work to do.”
