Betraying the Pack (10 page)

“Oh, bloody hell.” Dropping the box he held, Gavin strode toward Bailey
and upended her over his shoulder, to which she predictably freaked, screeching
and pounding at his back.

Wyatt turned from the spectacle, not out of embarrassment, but more
because he found her squirming antics much too interesting. Apparently, though,
his torture was to continue.

“Wyatt!” Gavin barked. “Tent. Now.”

Throwing a scowl at the smirking Jaxon, and a snarl at Parker, he
stalked after his pack brother—and the woman his wolf wanted to claim as mate.
Worse, so did the man.

Bailey didn’t recall ever being this angry before. Or scared.

When the wolf strode from the woods, she’d thought she’d piss her
pants. When the wolf, in some screwed-up body molting process, turned into
Wyatt, she did lose a few drops.

Here I thought I’d come to grips
with the fact I was abducted by a cult who wanted to have sex with me. Heck, I
was even thinking I might enjoy it.
Then Wyatt dropped a werewolf bomb
followed by a marriage one, and she no longer knew if the earth rotated around
the sun or if she’d somehow ended up in an alternate universe, because in her
world, shit like this just didn’t happen.

She did the only thing she could think of when faced with facts her
mind refused to believe. She freaked. Of course, her temper tantrum had the
interesting result of getting Wyatt to manhandle her first, followed by Gavin.

The whole situation was enough to drive a girl batty. And horny.

Only once he thrust her into a tent, which Parker had erected before
all hell broke loose, did Gavin release her, and she scurried to the farthest
corner. She crouched in a defensive posture, suspicious of the two men who sat
on their haunches before her. They really were distracting, Gavin with his
blond cowboy good looks and Wyatt because he was pretty bloody naked. Never
mind the fact he was built like a god.

Seriously. She might currently seesaw between mad and terrified, but
she couldn’t help but notice Wyatt’s toned musculature and his tanned skin,
which stretched all over his sculpted frame. Then, there was his cock.

Her eyes drew down to that shadowy vee between his legs, and the blush
in her cheeks mounted as she saw movement.

A soft growl broke the silence. “I shouldn’t be here,” Wyatt said.
“This is between you and your mate.”

“Too bad. As my second, I am ordering you to stay. You helped cause the
situation. You can help me fix it.”

She hated the way they kept talking as if she wasn’t there. “The only
way this is getting fixed is if you let me go.”

Brilliant blue eyes that still took her breath away, even given the
crazy things she now knew, met hers. “You are mine, darling. Where you go, I
go. Better get used to it.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You don’t really have a choice. I marked you.”

For some reason, his answer irritated her. It sounded so clinical. “Wyatt
says it’s like a marriage thing for werewolves.”

“It is. We call it claiming our mate.”

“But, can’t it still be broken? I mean, we didn’t have sex or anything
yet.”

“Don’t worry. I plan to rectify that problem shortly.”

Gavin stood up in the full-sized tent and began to unbutton his shirt.

Her mouth went dry as the pale skin of his chest emerged. “Um, what are
you doing?”

“You seem a little put out that we haven’t consummated our joining, darling.
I’m just trying to do my husbandly duty.”

“But-But . . .” She lost her train of thought as the shirt went flying,
displaying a lean physique. His hands went to the buckle on his jeans. Despite
herself, she couldn’t prevent a burgeoning of heat from forming in her lower
tummy.

“I don’t believe it, Gavin. You’ve rendered her speechless.” Wyatt,
still sitting on his heels, regarded her with dark eyes and a partial sneer.

She licked her lips, moistening them so she could speak. “What if I
don’t want to have sex?”

“Oh, you will,” Gavin assured her. She averted her eyes as he slid his
pants down, the heat in her cheeks—and cleft—rising with his husky chuckle.

“But we’re not alone.”

“Better get used to it, darling. In the pack, the women take multiple
mates, and many enjoy them at the same time.”

Oh, that was a definite quiver in her cleft at his words, but also
trepidation. “I’m not pack, as you call it, and Wyatt’s not my mate.”

“Not yet, but he will be soon, maybe even before the end of the night.
Won’t you, Wyatt?”

Her eyes rose to meet Wyatt’s, and the intense expression sucked the
breath from her. She’d never seen such hunger on a man’s face before, but she
recognized it. Worse, she wanted it.

“I never agreed to any of this. I’ll hate you if you force me.” She
made the mistake of looking up and caught Gavin’s full nude body. She let out a
small cry, not of distress but desire. A blond god stood before her, the
evidence of his arousal jutting forth, the burning desire in Wyatt’s gaze
repeated on Gavin’s face.

“Come here, darling. Come and kiss me. If you can kiss me and then
still tell me you don’t want me, I will let you walk away.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I am a man of my word.”

“He is,” Wyatt added. “We all are.”

Oddly, she believed them. “So, one kiss, and if I say no, you’ll let me
go.”

“Yes.”

“Promise me.”

Gavin rolled his eyes. “I promise. Now come here.”

Her eyes flicked to Wyatt, but he said not a word, nor did he look
away. Almost as if her feet belonged to someone else, she stepped forward. It
only took a few paces to bring her within reach, and even before Gavin touched
her, she knew she was in trouble because her whole body burned to feel his touch.
It frightened her, and she took a half step back.

“I won’t hurt you,” Gavin whispered. “I would never hurt you, my mate.”

He held his hands out, palms upward, waiting. She chewed her lip as she
looked into his eyes.
I don’t have a
choice. I can’t escape. I have to kiss him.
The problem was, she knew once
she did, she’d never say no.

And why should I?
Here was a
man who wanted her, a man who was something more, who’d done everything since
meeting her to keep her safe and to show his interest. Why did she keep acting
like he was the enemy?
Because he might
eat me?

As quickly as the thought hit, she discarded it. Gavin wouldn’t harm
her, but he would give her pleasure. She didn’t know yet how she felt about the
whole mated-for-life thing. Shouldn’t love be the deciding factor? But mate or
not, as well as love or not, she couldn’t deny desire. Perhaps if she quenched
the thirst of her body, and his, she’d find the strength to walk away, and his
lust assuaged, maybe he’d let her go.

All those thoughts took only a moment, a slim sliver of time, as Gavin
patiently waited, hands outstretched.

She slipped her fingers into the open palms, and he curled his digits
around hers, reeling her in slowly, his eyes locked with hers.

She tilted her head back and didn’t flutter her eyes closed until his
lips brushed hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips at the sense of rightness his
touch engendered, a feeling of coming home, and in that moment, she knew, one
time, two times, a million embraces like this could happen, and she’d never want
to leave—would never tire of his kiss.

Looks like I’ve got myself a
mate.

And like any new wife, no matter the method of her claiming, she wanted
a wedding night. As he deepened his kiss, his tongue venturing forth to toy at
the seam of her lips, she twined her arms around his neck, showing her
willingness. Parting her lips, she met his oral thrust, the taste of him,
peppermint and
man,
sending tingles
throughout her body, right down to her toes.

It barely registered when hands lowered her to an air mattress, Gavin’s
body partially splayed across hers. Deft fingers tugged her shirt off, breaking
the embrace only long enough to skim the top over her head. Her upper body
unclothed, she received the full impact of Gavin’s skin against hers. It made her
moan, especially when he rubbed his scorching flesh against hers, abrading her
nipples, which thrust up eagerly, demanding some attention.

As if sensing their silent plea, his mouth left hers, trailing light
kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and to the valley between her breasts. She
clutched at his head, her fingers twining in his silken strands as he rubbed
the rough edge of his jaw against her tender skin.

“Gavin, please.”

He chuckled softly against her skin before making her gasp as he
finally grasped one of her turgid nipples in his mouth, his hard suction
sending her bucking up off the mattress.

He planted his body more firmly over her, his upper arms holding him up
off her torso while his lower body pinned her, the hotness of his cock nudging
at her still-clothed cleft. It drove her wild, and she squirmed under him,
wanting . . . yearning . . . needing him inside her.

When he dragged his mouth to her other neglected areola, she cried out,
her cleft tightening as he tortured her bud. She couldn’t take the pleasure. It
was too intense. She tugged at his head, trying to draw him back up to kiss
her.

A new set of hands grasped hers and pulled them above her head, and her
eyes flew open to see Wyatt kneeling behind her head, staring down at her, heated
hunger in his eyes.

It should have freaked her out to have to him there, or embarrassed her
at the very least. Instead, she trembled. “Please,” she begged, not even sure
what she asked for.

His lips swooped down to touch hers in a scorching embrace that, combined
with Gavin’s enthusiastic sucking, made her pussy tighten and quiver in a mini
orgasm.

She clutched tightly at Wyatt’s hands when Gavin began blazing a path
down her stomach to the waistband of her pants. She moaned against his mouth
when her bottoms went sliding down, exposing her.

A knuckle brushed across her clit and moist slit. She bucked, already
so sensitive and primed for his touch. Gavin nestled himself between her parted
thighs, the head of his cock nudging. She mewled in need, Wyatt’s mouth
swallowing the sound. Gyrating her hips, she begged without words, but Gavin
didn’t give her what she wanted.

Wyatt moved away, releasing her hands and lips, and she opened her eyes
to find Gavin hovering over her.

“Do you still want to say no?” he asked, somehow managing to rub the
head of his dick across her clit.

She sucked in breath. “You know I don’t.”

“Tell me. I want no excuses later.”

She twined her arms around his neck and drew his unresisting body down
until his lips hovered just above hers. “Take me. Please.”

With a groan, he took her lips as his cock plowed into her cleft,
sinking to the hilt. She started coming apart at the seams, her whole body
shaking and at the same time coiling tightly against him. With his second and
third thrusts, she came with a scream, her pussy rippling in blissful waves
that made him moan against her mouth and pump even more frantically until, with
a yell, he rocketed into her and went still, the hotness of his seed bathing
her womb.

Gavin collapsed beside her, but took her with him, nestling her into
his side. She opened her eyes and peeked around, discovering Wyatt gone. Surely
it wasn’t a pang of disappointment that went through her at the discovery?

She didn’t have time to examine her surprising reaction because Gavin
spoke. “I’m sorry that was so quick and rough. Next time, I’ll take things
slower and really give you pleasure.”

Her mouth rounded in an
O
of
surprise. “You mean it gets better?” He’d already given her the most powerful
orgasm ever. Surely he jested.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, darling,” he drawled.

“You are, of course, assuming there will be a second time,” she
impishly replied. “Just because we’ve had sex, doesn’t mean I don’t still want
some answers.”

“I know, and I will give them to you. Keep in mind, I didn’t keep
things from you out of maliciousness. It’s just things moved so fast, and given
our nature, we needed to be secretive. Everything might seem kind of scary
right now, and you might resent me a bit for acting so high-handed, but I have
to admit, I don’t regret meeting and claiming you.”

“Doesn’t it frighten you, though?”

“What part? The rogues that are after you?”

“No, although they are pretty scary. I mean where you keep talking
about it in terms of forever. You barely know me. What if you don’t like me?”

“Fate wouldn’t be so cruel,” he chuckled, brushing a kiss across her
temple.

A thought occurred to her, two actually, and she scrambled upright to
ask the first. “Hey, wait a second. You bit me, so since you’re a werewolf,
does that mean I’m going to go furry on the next full moon?” The idea both
fascinated and repulsed her.

A grin stretched his face, displaying his gleaming white teeth. “Sorry.
But lycanthropy is something we’re born with.”

“Oh. So I don’t need to invest in a flea collar?”

“Nah, those critters tend to stay away from our kind. But mosquitoes,
however, love us.”

She smiled at his attempted humor, but she couldn’t wait to ask her
second question. “What about babies and, you know, STDs? I, um, kind of noticed
you forgot to put a condom on.”

“First off, we don’t carry disease, nor can we catch any, so you’re
perfectly safe.” A shadow fell over his eyes.

“And about the whole pregnancy thing. Humans and Lycans can’t
procreate. Something about our different genetic makeup makes it impossible.”

“So, we’ll never have children?” She’d never thought about it much
before, but she’d kind of always assumed she’d have the expected pair, a boy
and girl, to be exact. To suddenly discover, on top of everything else, that
she’d never conceive saddened her.