Page 47 of Protected By Her Wolves

“Oh, Luc.” She ran her hands over his chest, before whispering against his lips. “Make love to me.”

He held her tight, his hands roaming across her delicious, round butt as his dick hardened to painful proportions. “Here?”

“Yes, please,” she said on a hiss, her hands roaming down his waist. “Right now.”

As soon as her hands found their target, his last thread of self-control unraveled, and he knew he had to take her right there on the back of his truck. He lifted her into his arms and settled her on the tailgate. He tried to kiss her, but she had other ideas, clawing at his belt buckle like a rabid wolf with a bone. He unfastened his pants and let them drop, not caring one bit about the biting wind that burned his behind so long as his dick was buried in her wet heat. He ripped off her pajama pants and popped open the buttons on her shirt, freeing her big, beautiful breasts.

Oh, Luc.Her sigh reverberated in his mind.I love you so much.She wrapped her legs around his waist with a too human growl.

I love you more than life, my love, my mate.He reached between them, toying with her clit, surprised when his fingers came away soaked. He shouldn’t have been surprised. His beautiful mate was always wet and ready for him. He held onto her while guiding his cock into her entrance. Then he hoisted her into his arms and slid into her tight sheath.

Damn, her pussy felt like heaven, warm and welcoming and molding around him like a swollen wet glove. She clung to him, and he to her, panting into each other’s mouths, their bodies joined while they ground against each other. Her tight pussy swelled against him like a balloon ready to pop as he repeatedly slammed into her.

Oh, Luc!she cried out in his mind.You’re going to make me come!

His balls tightened with each thrust, his release imminent.Then come with me, my love.

He smiled to himself when she cried out, her sheath clenching him and releasing a flood of fluids. He thrust twice more and found sweet release, each spurt of his cock a rush of euphoria.

He held her tight, rocking her in his arms as she clung to him, giggling when her sheath spasmed and twitched for several minutes.

His ass and legs were numb from the cold by the time he pulled out, but he didn’t care. His mate was worth it.

He held her hand when she squatted on the ground to pee. Then they laughed together when he tried, and failed, to clean up the mess with his sock.

Hand in hand, they walked back to the porch. He pulled her into his arms when they reached the stairs, and he enjoyed having her all to himself once more, for he knew when they went inside, his brothers would insist on having a turn with their beautiful mate, not that he blamed them.

Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled her lavender shampoo, smiling to himself when he thought about spending more time with his mate, for he was determined to take more leave. Johnson would just have to use other trackers. When she shuddered in his arms, he knew he was out of time. He needed to bring his mate inside. He kissed the top of her head one last time, his nose wrinkling when he smelled something odd wafting from the tree line behind them, almost like the rotten egg smell of the Hoia Baciu, but they were far from the haunted forest. Clutching her shoulders, he frowned down at her. “Do you smell something funny?”

“No.” She blinked up at him. “What is it?”

“It’s odd.” He scented the air again. The pungent smell was still there, though not as strong. “It reminds me of the Hoia Baciu.”

She gave him a funny look. “I thought Alaska didn’t have a haunted forest.”

“We don’t.” He dragged a hand down his face. “I’m tired. It’s probably my imagination,” he said before leading her into the house. Before he closed the door, he scented the air once more. It was still there. Odd. Perhaps it was the septic. He would make a note to have Drasko check it in the morning. As he and Amara went into the house and snuggled on the sofa, he ignored the foreboding feeling that curdled his gut. There were no haunted forests in Alaska. He was tired, and his imagination was getting the better of him. That’s what he kept telling himself.

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