Page 5 of Protected By Her Wolves

How are you holding up?

It’s hard.She groaned out loud, though she could scarcely hear herself.I’m so fucking horny.She shifted in her seat like she was trying to pop a bubble beneath her ass. Her pussy was so swollen, it ached, and she’d already filled up her flimsy pantyliner. She should’ve worn thicker protection, but she hadn’t been thinking clearly when Drasko hurried her out of the house.

Yeah.His nostrils flared, and his eyes shifted to a brilliant gold.I can smell.

She bit her lip hard, hoping the pain would distract her.You have no idea how badly I want to straddle you.

He arched a thick brow, his low growl reverberating in her mind.About as badly as I want to bend you over these seats.

Nature is unfair,she huffed, slumping in her uncomfortable seat.

Next time you have a visit with the goddess, you need to tell her that,he said.

It had been months since the ancient goddess had visited her in her dreams. She stifled a yawn.Oh, believe me, I have a lot to tell her.

He frowned down at her.You tired?

She shrugged. A little.Not like there was anything she could do about it while flying in this oversized tin can.

It might be easier for both of us if we slept.He waggled his brows.You will need your strength for when we see Luc.

She shifted in her seat, wincing as her swollen spot twitched in anticipation. If Luc didn’t sate her soon, she feared she’d combust.

How am I supposed to sleep with this?She motioned toward the inside of the plane as her skull rattled.

Drasko jerked his backpack out from under his seat and pulled out two sets of headphones.With these,he said with a wink.Noise canceling.

She snatched a set of headphones from him.Thank you!She leaned into him for a kiss, scowling when he arched away.

No kisses,he admonished.I barely have enough willpower as it is.

When she protested, he held out a staying hand.I mean it.His warning growl reverberated in her mind.You’re one kiss away from me bending you over and plowing into you, and I don’t want to take any chances that your womb will close. Luc would never forgive us.He grimaced.And I’d never forgive myself.

She swallowed back a knot that formed in her throat.You’re right. I’m sorry.Leaning back against the stiff headrest, she did her best to drive all thoughts of Drasko pounding into her slick sex with his gloriously long cock from her mind, but the more she tried not to think about it, the more she thought about it. Thank the Ancients her protector had strong willpower, because had it been up to her, she’d be straddling Drasko right now, consequences be damned. Ugh. This was going to be a long trip.

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After they landed inNome, they ate very expensive but delicious hamburgers and fries and took a big, noisy helicopter to the training site. The sun was setting by the time the helicopter touched down in what Amara could only describe as a barren wasteland. There were no trees surrounding the encampment, just a few scattered bushes and an endless field of ice and snow.

Drasko grabbed both backpacks and helped her out of the helicopter. They ducked their heads and ran from the rotating blades that pelted them with frigid wind and even chunks of snow. Even after they were far from the helicopter, the frigid wind still pelted her face, whistling as it blew snow and ice across the barren landscape. They were greeted at the edge of camp by another beta wearing a thick coat and boots. His nostrils flared when he looked at her. Drasko growled a warning, and the beta backed up, holding up his hands in apology. He led them toward dozens of white tents surrounding a few larger tents. An American flag battered by the relentless wind jutted from the earth on a solitary pole. A few smaller flags flew beneath it, one with a distinct pattern of five wolves in a circle representing an Amaroki pack, or maybe a unit of trackers.

A pang of jealousy sliced through Amara’s chest when she thought of these trackers as Luc’s other pack. She wondered how much Luc missed her when he was away and if he missed his tracker brothers when he was at home. She knew Luc was only doing his job defending his country, and by extension, his family. Her jealousy was misplaced, perhaps an effect of her raging horny hormones, but she couldn’t help it.

By the time they slipped inside one of the tents, Amara’s nose was frozen and her lips and face burned.

She wrapped her arms around herself while spinning a slow circle. There were about a dozen cots with gray wool blankets and a few tables. The tent wasn’t as warm as she’d hoped. The chill followed, plaguing them like a sickness, wrapping around her spine and every nerve ending in her body. She shivered, rubbing her arms as the wind continued to whistle outside while rippling the tent walls. “Damn, it’s cold here.”

“We’ve sent some trackers to find Luc,” the young beta said awkwardly as he backed out of the tent, looking at Amara like she was carrying the plague. “You can wait here.”

Amara scented the air, recognizing Luc’s distinct blend of sage and spice, though it was blended with the smells of other wolves. She smiled to herself as she went to the cot she knew to be his, not just because the coarse blankets smelled like him, but because of the pictures of their family and one very large one of just Amara on the table beside it. She sat on the cot and warmed her hands beside a portable heater while Drasko dropped the backpacks on the table. She could hardly believe she was at Luc’s camp. After missing him so much this past year, she finally got to see the place he called his second home. She supposed it was fitting their child would be conceived here. She wondered where they would mate. Here, in this tent he shared with other betas? Somewhere more private? At this point, she wasn’t sure if she cared. She desperately needed to feel Luc inside her.

Drasko stood at the edge of the bed, looking around. “Not bad, I guess.”

She shrugged. “We’ll make it work.” This place was a far cry from their luxurious three-story cabin, but no way was she passing up this chance to grow their family because they were lacking champagne, a cozy bed, and a roaring fire.

“I’m sure you will.” Drasko laughed. “Just take pity on the rest of us and try not to moan too loudly.”

“Sorry.” She smirked, remembering how she’d lost all control with both Hakon and Drasko. “I can’t make any promises.” She looked around the spartan room. Every blanket was fitted so tight, she could’ve bounced a quarter off the cots. The white tent walls and floor were spotless, and she wondered if the betas lived here or if they slept outside as wolves. “What do we do now?”

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