Page 6 of Wolf Trapped
“She’s inside. Perfectly safe but a little worried.” I take a deep breath through my nose and scent her worry.
“What happened?” I storm to the door, but Angela stops me with a hand on my chest.
“She will tell you it’s nothing, but when she returned to where you left your clothes, hers were gone. She ran off to change while I was calling out orders, and by the time I followed her, there was a strange wolf scent. Jara says the wolf ran off when it heard me coming.”
My entire body goes ridged at the words. There’s a strange wolf and humans traipsing through my territory? Do I need to remind these bastards why I am the most feared alpha in the region?
“Did you go after it?” I’m shaking with rage, barely holding myself back from shifting and tracking the wolf down to shred it for disrespecting my boundaries.
“I brought Jara back here and then went back, but the trail went cold. I figured you would want me here protecting your mate.” She is not wrong. I would not have been pleased if something had happened to Jara when Angela was out tracking cold scents.
“Shit,” Jara yells from inside the house, and I move Angela none too gently out of the way and barrel into the house. Jara is in the kitchen, her hands shaking as she kneels on the floor, picking up shards of glass. Water seeps through her jeans from the puddle on the floor.
“What happened?” I ask, crouching next to her and taking the glass from her hands.
A small cut blooms red on her hand. I curse, tossing the glass in the trash, pulling her up with me, carrying her up the stairs into our room, and march to the ensuite.
“Archer, it will heal on its own. I’m fine. It’s a small cut.” Her attempts to pull her hand from mine fail, and she sighs, letting me take care of her.
“What happened?” I ask, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink. Opening the kit, I pull an alcohol wipe from the box, rip the package with my teeth and spit out what’s left in the nearby trash can, rubbing the cut with the wipe. Jara flinches at the sting. “Sorry.”
“Nothing, it’s silly. I was a little on edge and dropped the glass when I heard you outside.” She looks away, embarrassed.
“You jumped because you heard me?” I frown as I open a Band-Aid and apply it to her bleeding cut.
“I know Angela told you I went on my own to change. I was afraid you would be mad.” She admits not meeting my eyes.
“I am mad, but not at you. I’m mad that people keep invading my territory,” I growl, picking her up and holding her to me. If I am honest with myself, I am terrified of what might have happened to Jara had Angela not shown up.
“I should have gone after it,” She mumbles into my chest, and my arms tighten around her.
“No.” I bury my nose into her hair. “You don’t put yourself at unnecessary risk.”
“What if it hurts someone in the pack? I’ll never forgive myself for not doing something.” Her whole body shakes with her worry for the pack.
Have I been too hard on her? Maybe. She is fierce, loyal, and ready to risk her life for my pack. The only problem with that is I am not willing to risk her.
“I need you, mate.” I kiss her lips softly.
Jara moans, squirming in my arms. “I need to clean the mess I made.” She protests.
“Leave it. I will clean it later. I need to mate with you. My wolf needs to be reassured you are here and ours, little mate.” I storm into the bedroom and lay her out on the bed. Jara licks her lips, her eyes roaming over my body. “Like what you see, little mate?”
“Yes,” she hisses and squirms on the bed. Her breasts push deliciously against her low-cut shirt.
“Take off your clothes, mate. I want to see what’s mine.” She sits up, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. She knows this is how I deal with uncertainty, especially when I could have lost her while chasing down humans.
Her breasts spill out of the cups of her lacy green bra, and my mouth waters as they heave with her breaths. “You like what you see, mate?” she flashes a flirty smile, and I lunge forward, fusing my mouth to hers.
“You are the most exquisite creature in the world.” I pant as I trail kisses down her neck and suck at the skin where my mark rests on her skin.
Jara moans, and her hands reach out for the athletic shorts. I nip at her mark in warning.
“What do you want, Jara?” I trail down her collarbone and lick at the top of her breast.
“You,” she groans, reaching for my shorts again but cupping my erection through the shorts this time. A low rumble fills the space.
“Finish taking your clothes off. I want to taste this pussy that belongs to me.” I move back away from the breast I want in my mouth and stare as she removes her bra. I reach out, pinching her nipple as she throws it on the pile with her shirt.
