Cook, Kris - Primal Desire [Texas Wolf Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

“Yes, little trespasser. Just like that.”

He loved the feel of her squeezing his cock with only her pussy. Lengthening his strokes into her, Luke grabbed her wrists and pressed them to the mattress. He recalled her escape in his truck, and he renewed his vow to never allow that to happen again.

“Oh…oh…oh…” she mumbled.

“You. Are. Mine.”

“God!”

“You. Are. Mine.” His cravings to consume her, to possess her, to claim her forever as his alone clawed at his being, causing him to thrust into her harder and faster.

Her eyes opened wide, brimming with tears. Her mouth was agape, but she produced no sound.

His balls were heavy and ready to send his seed into his mate’s womb. As he imprinted himself on Megan, his connection to her deepened and became all-consuming. She thrashed under him like a live wire.

“Come for me, little trespasser. Come, now!”

She screamed, “God! Yes! Luke!”

When he heard his name pass her lush lips, holding back was not possible. He shoved his cock into her pussy as far as he could and flooded her insides with his cum.

Mine!

Chapter Nine

Megan snuggled her back into Luke’s front. By his rhythmic breathing, she believed him to be fast asleep. What was it about him that called to her on so many levels—hell, every one of her levels? It was so much more than his championship lovemaking that mesmerized her, though she couldn’t imagine not drowning in him again and again. He swamped her senses and filled her with so much more than his cock.

But he was broken. There was a deep wound in him that he kept hidden from her and everyone. She sensed it. The secret pain inside him clearly was the reason he’d retreated from the world, from his tribe, from life. Tears welled up in her eyes for Luke. He’d overwhelmed her very soul with his declaration of “you are mine.” How many times had he told her? Several as he’d claimed her body with his cock. Even more as she’d begun drifting off to sleep in his arms.

The early-morning sun peeked in through his front window, illuminating the cabin in a warm glow. Megan wondered what she could do to ease his suffering. Whatever it took, she was willing to do it for him.

“Quiet.” Luke’s single word startled her. He sat up and pulled her in tight to his body, clearly the act of a protector. His body felt taut and ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble.

She listened for any sound but heard only her own breathing.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in a whisper, knowing his wolf shifter senses were much more powerful than her own mere human ones.

Luke sniffed at the air. “Rance and Troy are back.”

“Oh.” She expected him to relax, knowing that last night they’d promised to return around this time.

“Your sister and grandmother are with them.”

“You get that all from smell?”

“Yep.” He leapt from the bed and pointed to the top drawer of his dresser. “Your clothes are in there. Get dressed. They will be here in ten minutes.”

“Okay. I can’t wait for you to meet my sister and Gran.”

“I’ve seen them both before.”

“But I want them to get to know you.”

“Not happening.” He walked to the back door.

“I don’t understand this at all.”

“You don’t have to. What you do have to do is tell your family that you are okay and that you are staying here.”

“For how long, Luke? I have things I need to take care of. Besides, I’d like to spend some time with my sister and Gran.”

His face darkened like a sudden thunderstorm. “You are not leaving me.”

Megan winced, believing she’d opened up his wound. He wanted her—that much was obvious to her. His uberpossessiveness with her had been a mystery to her. Now, she was becoming painfully aware that it came from a place of fear inside him, the same place his pain resided.

She nodded. “No. I won’t leave you. I will come back. I just would like to spend one night with Kate. There’s so much I want to tell her about you, about us. Can’t you understand that?”

Luke walked right in front of her, each step sounding like thunder in her ears. He leaned down and glared at her.

“Please, Luke. I don’t know why you are so angry with me.” She couldn’t bear making him suffer more.

He cupped her chin with his rough hand. His stare locked on her eyes, and she gazed back at him.

A minute passed and another. Suddenly, Luke sniffed the air, breaking the silence between them.

He looked out the window and then back at her. “You promised, little trespasser, not to leave me again. Did you lie?”

“No. I won’t leave you. I meant it when I said it. So, you don’t want me to spend the night away. Okay. Let me go have some lunch in town with Kate and Gran. I’ll come right back after.”

He shook his head. “You can eat with them here. No more arguments. They are almost here. Now, get dressed.” He turned and walked to the back door. “Your sister and grandmother may stay as long as you like today, but Rance and Troy need to get the fuck off my property. Tell them that for me, understand?”

“Why are you being this way? What do you have against them?” She slipped on her jeans, wondering why he refused to meet Kate and Gran. “Does your crazy testosterone explosion have something to do with being a shifter?” She’d seen jealousy before but nothing like the way Luke was acting.

“Just do what I say, Megan.” He opened the door and turned back with one last glance. “I’ll stay close.”

Then he jumped into the air, shifting fully into his wolf form in time for his four paws to hit the ground. In a flash, he was gone from her sight.

Just as Luke had predicted, she heard a truck headed toward the cabin. Now fully dressed, she stepped out the front door and saw Gran’s bright-red Super Duty F-450 Ford King Ranch approaching. She knew Luke’s truck, still parked on the road where they’d left it last night after the ambush by Rance and company, wasn’t near the size of this tank. Gran had always been flashy when it came to her vehicles. She was behind the wheel, with Kate next to her. Rance and Troy weren’t with them, and Megan breathed a sigh of relief.

Gran waved at her from behind the windshield. She and Kate opened their doors and rushed toward her.

“Sweetie, where’s this man that has swept you off your feet?” Gran asked as she wrapped her arms around Megan.

“He’s not here.” She turned to Kate, who was looking around like a soldier on the battlefield trying to spot a sniper in the trees. “Where are Rance and Troy, Kate?”

“They’re around.”

“Damn it. In wolf form?”

“Yes.”

Megan shouted as loud as she could. “Rance! Troy! Don’t mess with Luke!”

“What’s your problem, sis?”

“They need to get off this property, Kate. Luke is in no shape to face some overprotective shifters.”

“Is he hurt?”

“Not physically. If they find him or he finds them, I’m afraid someone is going to get hurt.”

“Rance and Troy will keep their cool. But if your abductor—”

“He didn’t kidnap me, Kate.”

“Really? You went for a ride on Nightmare, a horse who we’ve ridden since we were girls, and he comes back without you. When I try your cell—nothing. Then I send my fiancés out to find you. I was worried sick. Can you imagine how I reacted when Rance told me how he found you and how crazed this loner—who supposedly rescued you—was?”

“He’s not crazy, Kate.”

“Really? Let me quote my fiancés.” She made quotation marks in the air with two fingers from each hand. “Rance said, ‘The guy is a loner and maybe a bit of a ticking time bomb, honey.’ Then Troy piled on top of that, ‘I doubt he’d hurt your sister. He’s completely imprinted himself on her.’ Well? What do you have to say to that?”

“You might consider finding smarter fiancés, sis.” She laughed, hoping to lighten the moment.

It didn’t work. Kate folded her arms over her chest and glared at her.

“Girls, settle down. Kate, your sister is clearly in good health.”

“Maybe physically.”

Gran put her arm around Kate. “Even since you were little girls, you always took on the role of protector for your two sisters, sweetie. But Megan isn’t a child anymore. She can make up her own mind. I trust her instincts. You should, too.”

Kate’s shoulders sagged, and she sighed. “I know, Gran. I do. But after what Rance and Troy said about this guy, how can I not be worried?”

“I’ve seen Luke in town a few times, and of course I knew his father and mother.” Gran motioned Megan closer with her hand. “He’s shut himself off since the accident, but there is still goodness inside him.” Gran wrapped her other arm around Megan. “You are two amazing women, girls.”

Megan kissed her grandmother on the cheek. “Thank you, Gran.”

“Does he have a tea kettle in his house, dear?”

“I really don’t know.”

“Well, any old pot will do.” She pulled out three tea bags from her purse. These were not from the grocery store but were obviously of a homemade variety. “I think we could all use something warm and sweet to go with them.” Also from her purse, she produced a square, clear container. Its contents were cookies, which Gran was famous for countywide.

“You trying to enchant us?” Kate asked.

Gran smiled broadly.

Megan’s eyes widened. Now that she’d performed a spell, she was positive she’d inherited the gift from her family. “Gran, are you?”

“Enchant is too strong a term. This tea has more medicinal powers than magical.”

“But it does have magical powers, too?” Kate pointed at the bags dangling from Gran’s hand.

Her lips curled up ever so slightly, and she shrugged. “It does, I must confess.”

“What does drinking it do to a person?” Megan asked.

“To a normal person, nothing. To a witch, it enhances their powers.”

Megan asked, “Why would you want to get our powers all stirred up, Gran?”

“Because she’s not entirely sure about Luke either, sis.”

She folded her hands over her chest. “Is that true?”

Gran frowned, which wasn’t something Megan had seen very often. But whenever her grandmother did, she knew it was time to pay close attention to whatever came next. She turned to her sister and saw that she, too, was nearly standing at attention.

Gran put the tea bags back in her purse, and her face softened. “Are we going to stand out here and discuss this where all the wolves can hear what we have to say, or are we going to go inside and have a private conversation?”

When they walked into the cabin, the first thing Megan noticed was the state of the bed. Gran and Kate, who were already at the counter getting the water for their tea into a pot to boil, didn’t seem to notice. Megan knew that they surely had seen the unmade wreck left after the intense sex she’d had with Luke. Her cheeks burned ever so slightly.

“Megan, does he have a radio or television that we can turn on? In wolf form, they will still be able to hear us without some music or other sounds.”

That surprised her, but given how the last few days had been one shock after another, it really shouldn’t have. She turned on the little TV she’d seen yesterday. The local station’s morning news popped on the screen. “Will this work?”