Page 85 of Rabid
Tyran loses control. He starts thrusting into my hands, while letting out incomprehensible curses and growls. He comes again, more ropes of his release splattering over my breasts, marking me all over, bathing me in his seed and desire.
“I need one more inside that cunt.”
He drags me forward, back into the water, shoving into me so hard I scream, his knot immediately expanding and tying us together. But his hand is there, plucking and rubbing my swollen bundle of nerves. Even without the mobility to thrust, my pussy flutters, and he plays with my hyper-sensitive clit, wrenching another orgasm out of me.
My pussy clenches around his knot, milking everything we can out of him, and then we’re panting against one another, totally spent, my body clinging to his. We stay like that for a while, just breathing each other in, floating in the water and enjoying the peace as his knot deflates and he slips out of me.
“You were right,” he says, still a little out of breath. “Swimming was a good idea.”
I laugh and lean back, wiggling out of his hold until I can dunk under the water. When I come back up, washing the cum off my body, Tyran frowns. “I preferred that stayed on you.”
My eyes roll, but I lean forward and give him a kiss. “I love you, but I’m not walking around the pack covered in your cum. Not again, anyway.”
The smile falls from his face, and instead, intensity overtakes his expression. He reaches for me, cupping my face in his hands. “You said it.”
“Were you waiting for me to?” At his nod, my heart melts and my eyes soften. “You know I do. And you love me,” I say, because I feel it. Every day we’re together, I feel it. “It’s you and me.”
“You and me,” Tyran repeats, voice dropping before he plants a gentle kiss on my lips. But when he pulls away, there’s a sly glint in his eye and a savage smile on his face.
I look at him warily. “I know that look.”
“What look?” he says with a smirk as he starts to walk us out of the pond.
“The look that says you’re about to go all savage.”
He laughs. “Someoneis going to go savage, but it’s not going to be me.” My wolf sits up in curiosity when he adds, “I have a surprise for you.”
* * *
Tyran sings loudly off-key to some country song I’ve never heard before. I laugh as he commits fully to a twang he doesn’t have, lamenting long and hard about a road to hell and I think something about a red baseball cap and beer. We bounce down a dirt road in his truck, and I look around at the unfamiliar foothills, trying to figure out what we’re doing here. I’ve given up on asking at this point. Not even a little road head pried his delectable full lips open.
We round a corner, and I spot another truck parked just up ahead, with two tall familiar males leaning against the side of it. I turn to Tyran, a wide smile on my face, and unbuckle my seat belt to slide next to him. I kiss his cheek and nuzzle his neck, excitement zipping through me at the sight of Hess and Kier.
Hess and I have been talking every week since he settled down in his brother’s pack. It’s been amazing to get to know him and forge the friendship we should have always had. We’re the only two people left who really knew my mom. It’s been special and cathartic to keep her memory alive through our chats and for me to understand why she loved Hess as a friend so much.
The truck’s barely rolled to a stop before I’m flying out of the door, a giggle following in my wake as happiness buzzes around me like bees to new spring flowers.
“Hess!” I shout, as though the male doesn’t know his own name. “You look so good!” I observe as we close the distance between each other. We take a quick moment to press our foreheads together, and then he lifts me off my feet and twirls me around.
“Seneca, it’s been too long,” he rumbles, squeezing me tightly against him as Tyran and Kier chuckle and greet each other with alpha handshakes and back slaps.
“Did you bring Pru?” I ask Kier, looking around to see if his mate made the trip, but he smiles sheepishly and shakes his head no as Hess sets me back down on my feet.
The alpha and I press our foreheads together in greeting, and there’s an electric excitement to the air that has me feeling like I’m on cloud nine. It’s so good to see them. Our packs have grown a lot closer since the battle that demolished Burke and his crew. We get together as often as we can, but it never feels like it’s enough.
“Do you know what we’re doing here?” Hess asks me, shooting his brother a look as though he’s been about as forthcoming with info as Tyran. My brow furrows, because I thought Hess and Kier were the surprise, but now that he mentions it, Tyran wouldn’t have brought us to the middle of nowhere for a get-together.
I look over at Tyran, a giddy shiver working its way up my spine. “There’s more?”
He shoots me a devilishly handsome grin and wags his eyebrows. “I thought we could get up to some hunting. I’ve heard the elk are particularly huge and ruthless in these parts.”
My smile grows even wider, and it’s all I can do not to jump up and down and clap with excitement. I bound over to him and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. “Fuck the elk, let’s find some mountain lions or something,” I suggest, and Tyran’s deep laugh works me over in all the best ways.
“There’s my vicious mate,” he teases, and then he threads his hand in mine and starts leading me to the trees.
Hess and Kier are on our heels, and I’m just about to ask what’s new in their pack when a breeze rushes through the trees. With it comes the smell of fruit on the cusp of going rotten.
Burke.
