Page 14 of Mates & Mercenaries

As I cut through the clearings and wildlife run alongside me, I mentally decide that I will do this more often. I might not usually want to be in my wolf form all the time, but here I would love it. I love being my primal, animalistic self. This is the exact sort of freedom that I have been craving.

I don’t smell anyone around, just like Clay suggested to me on that very first day. No one had followed us, no one is coming after me here, so I really don’t need to worry for the time being. This safe house really is the best place for me to be.

The more I run, and the more I switch off my human thoughts. This is the best part of being a wolf. I can just exist. I don’t need to worry about all my issues. I don’t need to think about my father and his God damn crime syndicate. I don’t need to panic that one of his rivals wanted me dead for reasons I can’t even begin to fathom. I can justbe.It’s like meditation in a way.

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I don’t knowhow long I run for, but eventually I become exhausted and want to take a break. I decide to curl up under a tree for a while, just to catch my breath. I might even rest my eyes a little.

A sudden noise has me up and growling, ready to attack whoever might be crossing my path. Fear grips me tightly as another wolf approaches me. I have no idea who this is, but I won’t take it lying down. I won’t be defeated by this asshole. Is it Mason Thorne, or Griffin Hanwell? Or some prick who works for one of them?

The wolf continues to move into my personal space and brushes his nose against mine, making me feel safe and special. Holy shit, is this Creed? The last time I saw his wolf form, I was in shock. I didn’t pay much attention to anything other than the guy in a bloody mess on the floor. But this feels like him. This seems like someone who adores and cares about me. Creed and I haven’t had much time alone, which might be why he isn’t mad at me.

I circle the other wolf, dancing and playing with him, feeling the same intense chemistry that I have only ever experienced with Creed before. My animal loves this, and I feel incredible, but I want more. So much more.

Eventually, I take a step back from the other wolf and shift back into my human form, my naked body glittering underneath the moon light. Confidently, I stand tall and allow him to run his hungry eyes all over me, devouring me. I want him human too, I need him, so I crook my finger at him, bringing him closer to me.

But he doesn’t shift right away. He edges closer to me, nuzzling against me some more. I brush my fingers over his fur, giggling excitedly.

“Come on,” I murmur softly. “I need you, I want to see you. I want to feel you.”

My seductive words must be enough, because he finally gives me what I want.

“Oh…” I don’t have any words when I see who this really is. Because I’mnotlooking at Creed after all, which I have to admit is really jarring. I just assumed that it was him and now I don’t quite know what I’m supposed to do. “Sam.”

“Are you disappointed?” he asks coyly, barely able to meet my eyes now. The confidence that he had in his wolf form isn’t quite as intense. “Sorry it’s me…”

“Hell no,” I murmur, as I take in his naked form. Fucking hell, he’s hot. We did flirt a lot when we were at my house. I was all over him with excitement before the house party at my home, and that feeling hasn’t changed now. “It’s a wonderful surprise. You look really good, you know?”

He tries to cover himself up a little and turns away from me again. “You probably thought I was Creed, right? I know you guys have something going on. I get that we aren’t supposed to know, but I have seen you, and now…”

I’m not exactly stunned that Sam has figured out what’s been happening with Creed and me. I don’t think we have exactly been discrete about anything. But what does surprise me is that I have butterflies for Sam. I might be just as attracted to him as I am Creed. I know we have a connection, but what if that could become a burning passion? I could run away from this moment and this desire because Creed and I have something going on, or I could lean into this strange passion sizzling through my veins. I could enjoy the full moon and this passion while it’s here.

My legs take control of me and I move towards Sam. My hands lightly cup his cheeks, bringing his eyes around to mine. “No way, I’m not disappointed at all. This is a joy for me. It’s so good to find out that it’s you.” I pull his hands away from covering him. “I want to see all of you.”

Our eyes lock for a few moments, the loving sensations burning bright. I’m doused in flames, burning alive, and I’m happy about that. I want to lose myself to the passion. I bring his face closer to mine and gently kiss his delicious lips. Very quickly it becomes clear that isn’t going to be enough for either of us. I crash my lips to his and we begin to kiss deeply. His tongue snakes between my lips and we lose ourselves. With our already naked bodies pressed up against one another, it isn’t long before the heat gets too much for the both of us.

As an involuntary moan escapes my lips, Sam moves his mouth off mine and starts to kiss down my body. I lean back against a tree as gasps fly out of me while his kisses travel down the exposed skin of my throat, over my collar bones and breasts. The sensation of my nipple between his lips causes me to cry out in pleasure. He tugs and teases until I can hardly handle it anymore. But then Sam shows me that he’s nowhere near done with me.

While his lips brush over my torso and hip bones, he takes my left leg and swings it over his shoulder. Fully exposed to him, wetness pools between my thighs. Sam moans, murmuring about how my scent is intoxicating him.

How the hell am I supposed to hold myself together when he’s doing thisto me?

Before I can express the sensations surging through my body, his mouth connects roughly with where I’m aching for him. The fact that he doesn’t want to tease me and have me begging for more is so sexy, especially when I’m feeling all primal and on fire out here.

I let my head fall back against the tree, my eyes closing as the fireworks start to build up with pressure. Sam alternates between tracing the most phenomenal patterns all over my clit, and plunging that rough, cat-like tongue inside me to massage me until I can’t hold back any longer. Until I can sense the tip of his tongue dragging me deep under the waters of pleasure. He could drown me here and I really wouldn’t mind. I don’t want to be anywhere else in the world.

Desire fizzes through my veins, making me pant out Sam’s name over and over again like a prayer. Thank God it’s Sam. I couldn’t be happier about that.

And then it happens. The orgasm crashes into me so hard it pins me back against the tree and I swear I start to see stars. Waves of pleasure wash over me like a tsunami that will never end. I can’t stop screaming, bucking, and writhing. I would fall if Sam didn’t have my leg over his shoulder, holding me in place. I’ve happily given all of myself to him, trusted him with my body, and this is how he has repaid me. I will always trust him, because my God, this iseverything. This bliss, this moment with him…I didn’t even know I needed this, but instantly I feel so much better. Still, I need him, so I drag him to his feet so I can kiss him some more, tasting myself on his lips.

Holy shit, I can feel his thick, throbbing erection teasing me. I want him so badly that it hurts. But there’s a small voice in the back of my brain telling me that this isn’t the best idea. I can’t be cheating on Creed, because there isn’t anything between us really. Nothing that commits us to one another. But it doesn’t quite feel right either.

“Skylar…”

Sam jumps away from me quickly. My gut instinct was right. Oh God, now my heart is thundering for another reason.

“Skylar, where the hell are you?”

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