Zoe Perdita Savage wolf pack 5 Wolf tempt

Savage Wolf Pack:

Wolf Tempt

By Zoe Perdita

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The sound of rain awakens me, the gentle pitter-patter of water slipping off the roof and windows. Slowly, I blink my eyes and look around the

room. The walls are nothing more than wooden beams and the window is covered with dusty blue curtains that look handmade. I sit up and instantly
regret it, grabbing the wound on my side.

"Shit," I whisper to the empty room. This stupid wolf bite aches worse than the scratch ever did, and my skin is slick with sweat. Feverish.

I try to get out of bed, but I don't have the energy. Just lifting the covers takes concentrated effort. I'm naked beneath them- the sick asshole

even took off my boxers. Sighing, I plop back down and frown at the ceiling. That fucking white wolf. I don't even have the energy to be scared. What
the hell am I going to do? How long has it been? Are Dmitri and the other Lowell brothers looking for me? God, I hope so.

The overpowering scent of cooking wafts in from the kitchen, and the floorboards creak with his arrival. When the door opens he stands

surrounded in a halo of yellow light, illuminating his pale blond hair and large, muscular physique.

"Good. I thought you'd be awake."

I blink at the light and reach for the covers. "How long has it been?" I ask, but my voice comes out as little more then a gruff whisper.

He leans against the door frame and crosses his arms, but I can't see the expression on his face only the bright blue points of light that are

his eyes. "About a day. Why? You waiting for that Russian pack to come and save you?"

I scowl at him. "They'll come for me. You know they will. He's my mate." A strange ache fills my chest as I say the word.

"I don't doubt they’ll try. So, which one claimed you? And did you consent to it?" he asks through gritted teeth.

I'm sure my cheeks would flush if I weren’t already burning up. "That's none of your fucking business."

He chuckles at that. "That's a ‘no,’ isn't it Sam?"

He's right. I didn't consent and if I hadn't been so pissed about it I wouldn't be in this situation right now. God fucking dammit. It's hard to

remember why I was so mad at Dmitri yesterday- at all the Lowell brothers. Was it because they lied to me? Yeah, that's part of it. But it was mostly
like that bastard said. He didn't ask me if I wanted to be his mate. His life mate. All their life mates, in fact. Apparently Eurasian wolves all choose
one mate and the Lowell brother’s chose me.

My stomach does a weird flip at the thought, but there is still doubt in the back of my mind. Did they just choose me because I'm wolf's bait?

Because they can't resist my scent as much as I can't resist them? Or was it because they actually love me for me? I guess I'll find out when they get
here.

A sudden pang erupts in my stomach and I scream and grab it, whimpering as the pain shoots through every vein in my body. "Holy shit," I

mumble into the pillow, shaking and sweating.

A warm hand grips my shoulder and rubs my back almost soothingly. "It's going to get worse before it gets better. Think you can eat?"

As the cramp subsides I take deep shuttering breaths and nod my head. Maybe eating will make me feel better. Plus, I'm really, really

hungry. Hungrier than I've ever been in my entire life.

"I'll be back," the white wolf says and walks toward the door.

"Wait," I say and look at him. "What's your name? I need to call you something besides 'asshole'."

A flash of sharp white teeth light up the dim room. "Caleb," he says and leaves.

Sighing, I turn over in the bed and stare at a spider crawl across the curtain. Is this his room? Or an extra guest room? It doesn't really matter.

I squeeze my eyes shut and will my body to feel better. Maybe the bite he gave me isn't turning me into a werewolf like he thought. Maybe
something went wrong and I'm dying. Fuck! That's what it feels like anyway.

In fact, I haven't felt this shitty since the time the white wolf (or Caleb) scratched me when I was just eighteen. The fever, the sweats, and the

shooting stabs of pain- except now it's a hundred times worse.

The floorboards squeak again, and I open my eyes. The smells of meat, vegetables and broth tickle my nose and make my stomach

grumble. Caleb sets the tray on the nightstand and leans down, wrapping his big arm around my back and sitting me up right against the
headboard.

His scent, like pine, musk and earth engulfs me; my body prickling at the sensation his smell gives me. Realistically, his actions don't make a

whole lot of sense. Does he really want to be my mate like Yuri said? He's not trying to kill me, that's for damn sure. It's almost like he's being kind-
but why? I don't have the courage or strength to ask right now.

With his arm around me, Caleb scoots next to me on the bed and puts the tray on his lap. I wish he'd pull the blanket over my junk, but I'd

rather not ask and draw his attention to it. I can play cool. At least he's wearing pants.

He carefully scoops up a spoonful of the stew, which smells less like beef and more like some other game- deer maybe- and moves it

towards my mouth.

I frown. "I can feed myself," I say and try to grab the spoon from his thick fingers.

He lets me have it, and I dribble the brown gravy all over my chest as I try and slurp it off the spoon. My arm stings at the effort and drops

back to the bed beside me. Shit. This is fucking embarrassing.

Caleb chuckles and wipes my chest off with a napkin, his fingers lingering over my smooth muscles- almost caressing them. I hiss at the

sensation; why does it feel good? Only the Lowell brothers have ever elicited such a strong response from my flesh. I guess I'm still wolf's bait even
in this predicament.

"Do you want to try again or shall I?" Caleb asks and picks up the spoon.

Instead of answering, I pout and let him feed me. I'm not going to lie- it tastes better than some of the Russian fare I've had recently. The

meat's perfectly tender and none of the vegetables are cooked beyond recognition. Once I'm done with the bowl, I instantly want more, but I'm too
fucking stubborn to ask.

Caleb wipes my mouth, running his calloused fingers over my lips, and smiles. "Still hungry? It's normal. And it's just going to get worse."

"You keep saying that. If it just gets worse why the hell did you bite me?"

Looking to the side, I can only see his jaw tighten before he answers. "I'll get you more. There's a whole pot so you can eat as much as you

like."

As the heat of his body slips past mine, a familiar ache shoots through my groin, and I quickly pull the blanket over my half hard erection.

Shit. This bastard shouldn't turn me on. It fucking sucks.

Unfortunately, he seems to notice my predicament and smiles. But it's not a mocking smile, the kind of smile I'd assume he'd get. Instead he

brushes his blond hair off his wide brow and quirks an eyebrow at me.

His high cheekbones and the sharp, strong cut of his jaw and chin and make him look like a superhero. He's definitely not a pretty boy like

Yuri, Nikolai and Pasha. Or even devilishly handsome like Dmitri and Alexei. But he's beautiful, and I wish I didn't think so.

"You’re still wolf's bait so that'll just keep happening whether you like it or not," he says and leaves.

When he returns, we go through the whole feeding me spiel all over again. And again. And again. After four heaping bowls of stew my

stomach no longer feels like I haven't eaten in months.

Setting the tray aside, Caleb moves to the window and pulls back the curtains, a cloud of dust tickling my nose. "I'd open the window but it

would make it easier to find you," he says with his back turned to me.

"They’ll find me eventually," I say and grip the blanket in my fingers. I'm not sure if it's a threat toward him or way to remind myself. Dmitri will

come. They’ll all come. It's their job to protect me- they promised. But a sick fear burns in my gut. What will they do if I'm already a werewolf? Will
they still want to mate with me? I'm almost scared to find out.

The white wolf sighs and turns to face me. "I know. Especially since that little upstart already claimed you."

His icy blue eyes study my face, trailing over my bare chest. Suddenly, I feel scrawny and too lean. I have more of a swimmer's physique not

bulky muscle like him. In fact, he's bigger than all the Lowell brothers. Even Yuri, the oldest, is only a little over 6 feet. Caleb is at least six feet four or
six feet five. No wonder he's such a huge wolf.

"What?" I ask and squirm under the intensity of his gaze.

He takes a couple of slow steps towards me and leans over the bed, placing one of his massive arms on either side of my fever stricken

body. "What would you have done if he claimed you that night?"

I don't need to ask what he's talking about; I already know. The night I first met the white wolf. The same night Dmitri took me camping in the

woods. We were just kids, really. Barely eighteen years old. But Dmitri already knew what I was, and he had plans. That night, he was going to
claim me.

In fact, he'd already started his seduction when Caleb attacked. I remember so distinctly the smell of our campfire mixed with Dmitri's own

musky fragrance. The way his lips burned against mine. How our bodies fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle, our cocks aching for
release from our jeans.

"I don't know," I answer truthfully even though it feels like I'm betraying my best friend. Would I still have gone to UCLA? Or would I have

stayed in our tiny farming town- stifled with the Lowell brother's protection. It's impossible to say now.

Caleb's breath brushes against my cheek, my lips, and I inhale deeply and stare into his eyes. "I tried to save you that night," he whispers in

my ear, his lips tickling the delicate flesh.

My heart slams in my chest, sweat trickling down my brow. "Save me? What do you mean?"

He smiles sadly, his eyes lost in the past. "Save you from them, those wolves. I know what it's like to be hounded constantly. You're life isn't

your own."

I stare past his handsome face at the knots of wood in the ceiling- anything to get my mind off the pickling excitement on my skin, the

tightening ache in my cock. My body can't help but respond to his smell and proximity. The way his lips hover just inches above mine. Just looking at
him fogs my mind with lust. Dammit! What about Dmitri?

"I don't understand," I say.

He growls and the rumble reverberates through his body and into mine. "I know what it's like to be wolf's bait."

I take a sharp breath, but the room feels too stuffy all of a sudden and there's nothing I can do to escape. I don't even have the strength to

back away from him and his overwhelming presence.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

A thin smile spreads across his lips and his rough fingers caress my cheek. "I was just like you, Sam. I was wolf's bait at one time."

I look into his intense eyes. Maybe he's lying. "Why attack me then? Why kidnap me if you know what it's like to be in my situation?"

He takes a deep breath through his nose and bares his sharp canines. "I'm saving you from them, although it seems I'm a little too late. He

claimed your body but did he claim your heart as well?" he asks and runs a calloused finger down my sweat slick chest.

His touch ignites my skin with fiery desire, but in the back of my mind all I can think of is Dmitri. Is this a betrayal? He claimed me without my

knowledge or approval, but that doesn't make this okay. Too bad he's a wolf so I don't have any control over my body's reactions.

Caleb's hand moves lower, yanking the blanket down and revealing my rock hard erection. "You can't even help it, can you? Even if you love

him you still want me," he whispers gruffly.

My eyes are wide, and I breathe heavily through my nose, willing my body to calm down- to stop wanting him, but it's no use. That tight ball of

lust uncoils in my groin, sending shockwaves of need throughout my fever-ridden body. "If you were wolf's bait than you know," I say and glare at

him.

He nods slowly, his eyes softening. "You're right. Do you want me to leave you like this? I don’t think you're in any position take care of it

yourself."

The pressure in my balls tightens, my engorged cock begging for some kind of release. But he's right. I can hardly lift my arms, let alone jack

off. Fuck!

His eyes shine in the dim gray shadows of the room. "You want to say ‘no,’ don't you? You want me to get you off, but you feel guilty. Maybe

this is the only way to get back at him for claiming you the way he did," he growls.

I shake my head, trying to deny the truth that he speaks. "You are just trying to justify being a hypocrite!"

He pushes the blond hair from his forehead and shrugs his massive shoulders. "We're both victims of our own circumstances. You attract me

because of your scent. I can't help my instincts, but I really am trying to help you, Sam. Once you transform this will no longer be a problem."

My throbbing dick makes it difficult to think properly, but I have a feeling I know what he's getting at. "You mean I won't be wolf's bait anymore

when I'm a werewolf, like you? Like them?"

"Yes," he breathes.

A pang of doubt shoots through my heart, my chest. If I'm no longer a human they have to protect- no longer wolf's bait- will the Lowell

brothers still want me? That's been their attraction to me all along. The reason they pissed me off so much. The only reason they befriended me and
seduced me and claimed me. Without my strange power, will I be anything to them? Why would they need another werewolf hanging around their
already overcrowded pack?

"Why? Why does it work like that?" I ask.

Caleb shrugs again. "I've no idea. I was bitten and changed just like you," he says and shifts in place. The telltale bulge in his pants looks just

as painfully hard as mine. Shit!

"So you don't have a mate?"

"Nope. I'm just a lone wolf," he says as his eyes travel up and down my needy body.

The steady thud of my heart in my chest replaces the gentle patter of rain against the roof. Suddenly, I feel like I can hear his heart too.

Weird. "What happened to the wolf that bit you?"

He clinches his jaw and balls his hands into tight fists. "That bastard is dead."

I stare at him, my mouth agape, and he chuckles softly. "Don't worry. I didn't kill him. Hunter got him, but he deserved it."

"What kind of a hunter?" Yuri never talked about this aspect of being a werewolf. Hell, none of the Lowell brothers talked about any aspect of

being a werewolf!

"I suppose he was just a regular old werewolf hunter. Don't look so surprised, Sam. They exist. Although, I suppose they might branch out

and hunt other were-creatures as well, if it's profitable."

Were creatures? Werewolf hunters? What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Caleb smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Sorry, it's a lot to take in. I forgot."

I shake my head and take a deep breath of the dusty air. All this information and Dmitri never thought to tell me. Never thought to warn me. I

honestly don't know who I should be more pissed off at right now: the Lowell brothers or the white wolf?

He takes a step closer to the bed and touches my shoulder almost tenderly. "Does it make you angry? How many secrets they kept from

you? They always assume humans won't understand."

His touch reignites the passion in my veins and I gasp, a feverish fog settling over my mind. "Of course I'm mad. I'm furious."

Suddenly his fingers grasp at my nipple, plucking it until I hiss in satisfaction. "How mad, Sam?"

"No matter how much my body wants it- no matter how pissed off I might be- I'm not giving into you," I whisper and moan as his fingers trail

over my hungry flesh.

"That’s what I thought. And that's also what I like about you- those defiant eyes. No matter what those wolves do you'll stand up to them, won't

you?" he asks and climbs back onto the bed, his muscular frame engulfing me in his musky scent.

I grit my teeth. Why can't I control my own goddamn body? "I'm standing up to you, aren't I?"

He chuckles, his breath tickling my neck and my chest as he plants delicate kisses across my scorching skin. "You are, and it just makes me

want you more."

"Fucking hypocrite," I hiss and try to push him off of me, but my arms feel like wet noodles- no strength whatsoever- and they flop uselessly

back by my side.

"You don't know how strong the draw is. How much you entice us," he growls, licking my nipple before he takes it between his teeth and pulls

it until I gasp sharply. Then his large hand gropes at my cock, pumping it slowly while he frees his own.

I try to scurry back, but again it's no use with the headboard, his bulk and my weary body. "Please," I breathe. "Please don't fuck me."

The throbbing heat of his shaft slips against mine, our heads dripping pre-come freely, and he gathers them both in his hands, pumping

steadily. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip, trying to keep the urgent groans from escaping my mouth. No matter how much I try to remind
myself this isn't my fault, I can't help but feel like it is. I'm wolf's bait. I attract werewolves like honey does ants. Plus, fuck me, I enjoy it!

His kisses turn into bites; the suckling intensity of his mouth drives me over the edge. I can't hold on any longer- my balls contracting as I

spurt my load. I gasp and groan, and hope he comes soon.

All I hear is the steady huffing of his breath, and I blink to clear the darkness from my eyes. But it doesn't go away. It closes in on me like a

wave rolling over my body and drowning me in muffled silence.

***

I'm not sure how long the fever lasts. Days. Weeks. Who Knows? Caleb feeds me, bathes me, and probably even helps me use the

bathroom. My brain doesn't register most of it. Instead it's like I'm swimming through a fog of pain and darkness looking for something I'm not sure
I'll ever find.

Then, when I feel all hope is lost, I see a flash of rusty red hair and a wolfish smirk. The slightly crooked Russian nose and bright forest green

eyes.

"Dmitri," I whisper.

Behind him, the other Lowell brothers stand in their wonderful perfection. Yuri and Nikolai with long black hair and porcelain skin. Alexei's

roughly cut jaw and Pasha's otherworldly eyes.

They watch me in shrouded silence, but my heart still leaps at the sight. They found me. Yes. They finally found me! But then they fade away

like images in the mist, and I blink open my eyes. No. I'm still alone!

Glancing around the room, I sit up. Thankfully, this time I'm not weak, although my stomach burns with hunger. Even through the dusty blue

curtains I can see the darkness of the forest beyond. It must be night, but shapes stand out sharper in the shadows, and I rub my eyes. How come I
can see with this little light?

I sniff the air and catch the coppery tang of blood and meat mixed with Caleb's musk. But I don't feel the same uncontrollable lust I did before.

Slowly, I run my tongue over my teeth and frown. My canines are sharper than they used to be. Does that mean I'm a werewolf now?

Shit. How long have I been here? Well, I'm not wasting anymore time.

Pulling back the covers, I climb out of bed and look outside. The fir trees stand silent in the night and the steady song of summer insect fills

the air. Nocturnal animals, probably raccoons or bobcats, crunch through the undergrowth hunting their evening meal. Even weirder, I can smell
them- the other animals and the rotting leaves and dirt of the undergrowth.

I glance back at the bedroom door for a moment, then I open the window. Fuck him. I'll find the Lowell brothers if they can't find me and figure

out where I stand. The thought makes my heart ache and my stomach twists into a series of knots, but it's all I can do. Dmitri got me through that hell
and I need to see him again. Even if he pushes me away. Even if it's just one last time. I need to apologize for everything.

The wooden window frame is swollen with moisture, but it slides easily enough. After jumping down, my bare feet land on the crunchy

ground, and I run toward the road. Absently, I wonder if my car is still there, but I probably shouldn't find out. No. I'll head back to town and hope a
cop doesn't find me and arrest me for public indecency first.

The road shines in the darkness like a beacon when I hear the front door slam open.

"Sam?" The white wolf calls, and I freeze in my tracks. He doesn't sound particularly angry, more concerned than anything, but I'm not going

to heed that bastard. Not when I can have my freedom.

"Dammit Sam," he cries and his footsteps creak down the porch and over the gravel driveway. "I can smell you out there. It’s not safe

tonight!”

I open my mouth to respond when the bright face of the full moon peeks over the mountains, illuminating me in silvery light. For a moment I

stand transfixed, my body frozen in place, but a startling crack disturbs my peace and unbearable pain shoots through my entire body. I curl forward
and grip onto my stomach. What the hell is happening?

Blood pounds in my ears along with the fast-paced beat of my heart. Every bone in my body seems to break and reform in an instant that

feels more like an eternity. I scream but, my voice is muffled and deep. Looking at my hands, I no longer have fingers but claws. Tuffs of fur protrude
at startling speeds from my flesh, and I fall into the forest floor, unable to stand upright any longer.

Slowly the agony leaks from my body, the pain subsiding to a dull throb. As I blink open my eyes, the shadows of the woods fall away, and I

can see the world with perfect clarity. Sniffing the air, I catch a whiff of Caleb's musky odor right before I hear the crack of a branch. My ears prick,
and I whip my head around and bare my fangs at his huge white form.

He stands as a wolf, his feet ready to pounce and his shoulders hunched forward.

I growl, the sound reverberating in my chest. Then a torturous pang erupts in my belly, sending stabs of torment throughout my new wolf form.

A howl escapes my throat unintentionally, and I turn to the woods and run.

Leaves and pine needles crunch under my feet, the decaying scent of the forest floor filling my nose. Behind me, and the white wolf follows-

I'm sure of it. But I can't stop. Something, maybe the pain, drives me forward. Towards what, I don't know. Fuck!

My mind starts slipping into a place I never knew existed. Burning anger fills my gut. Blood red light flashes before my eyes, my fangs ripping

flesh, my claws slashing. The coppery smell of blood invades my nose and its warm, rich taste fills my mouth.

Then I'm out of the forest, and wheat fields surround me, taller than my eyes can see. Bounding through them. Each leap takes me higher

and higher. But my whole body still prickles with this new urgency. This need to destroy.

Suddenly, a great form tackles me and we roll through the golden fields. Each growl and snip rises from my throat automatically like I have no

control over my actions, and I swipe my claws at the white wolf furiously.

His teeth glance off my back, and I slam into him with a force I didn't know I was capable of. Then I pounce. My fangs sinking in to his flesh

until he howls in misery. The tangy warmth of his blood teases my tongue, and it's everything I can do to pull my fangs free and not rip the flesh from
his back. The fog of anger clears from my mind if only momentarily, and a creeping dread replaces it.

What the hell am I doing? I don't even remember running all the way down the mountain or through woods. I killed something- I know that

much. Shit. Turning, I flee again into the fields. I need to get away from here. Away from people. Before I do something I'll regret.

Suddenly, a new scent reaches my nose. Wolves. The red-hot rage courses through my veins once again. Raising my hackles, I brush

through the fields toward the offending odor. Something familiar tugs at the back of my mind, but I push it away. Other wolves are the enemy- that's
just how it is.

Above me, the harvest moon hangs high in the sky, the silvery light illuminating everything for miles and miles. A howl breaks through the

silence, and I prick my ears up. Shit. They noticed me.

Another mournful cry answers it, coming closer, the heavy padding of paws on dirt. I hunch my shoulders, baring my fangs at the intruder.

Ready to rip and tear its tender flesh to bits.

The wheat in front of me rustles and a rusty red snout pokes through, its ears raised in friendly curiosity. Bright points of forest green light

shine in the darkness, and it whines mournfully.

I growl and steal myself to attack. Bending my back legs- ready to pounce, but a nagging sensation weighs at the back of my mind. My heart

pounds in my ears. There's something I should remember. That scent. Those eyes. Why didn't he find me?

The wolf paws at the ground and howls again. Four other cries answer it, the wheat shifting with their arrival. No. This can't be happening. I

can't face them- not now- not like this.

But when I turn to run, a dangerous growl rumbles me from behind, and the smell of blood tickles my nose. Then the hulking form of the white

wolf limps in front of me, its coat caked with red.

I want to turn. To run. To get the hell away from here. But I'm surrounded and an overwhelming stab of pain explodes across my body,

blinding my eyes and deafening my ears. What's happening? Oh God, what's happening?

No! I don't want to go back to the dark place- the shadows that surrounded me for so long. I scream or howl, I'm not sure which. I only know I

need to break out of this!

"Sammy," an urgent voice calls and a warm, strong hand shakes my shoulder.

Slowly, I open my eyes and rub my face. Wet? Why am I wet? Above me the sky is a pale bluish pink, and Dmitri's handsome face comes in

to sharp focus.

My eyes widen, and I scurry back, the dirt scraping against my bare hands and ass. Shit. I'm naked too? Great.

He crouches in front of me, the wheat rising high above our heads, and I gradually notice the other figures hovering around in the morning

mist. Each unique scent tickles my nose with recognition. All the Lowell brothers are here- Yuri, Alexei, Nikolai and Pasha. I smell Caleb too, but
he's farther away, hanging back from the Russian pack.

"It’s alright, we're here," Dmitri says and his eyes cloud over.

I stare, my heart pounding in my chest as a million thoughts run through my brain. Seeing him again ignites a familiar ache in my groin-

something I thought wasn't supposed to happen anymore if I'm no longer wolf's bait. Plus, it's accompanied by another distinct feeling. My heart
flutters and my stomach does those weird little backflips.

"Why didn't you find me?" I ask, my voice gruff and my mouth dry. When I bring my hand up to wipe it flakes of copper come away. Blood?

He rubs a hand across his eyes and hangs his head, tears wetting the soil.

"We tried," Pasha says and steps next to his older brother. "But we thought- we feared-"

Then Yuri clears his throat and puts his hands on his naked hips. Shit. We're all naked. "We thought you were dead," he says and his

startling blue eyes burn into mine. "We found your clothes caked in blood on the mountain." His voice cracks at the last part, making me feel even
worse.

“And your scent vanished,” Nikolai adds, looking at his feet. His pale skin is streaked with dirt.

No wonder they didn't find me. I'm pretty sure Caleb had something to do with that, but I don't have the energy to be angry right now- I don't

know if I can ever be angry again.

"I'm a wolf now," I say and look at each brother in turn. Not even Dmitri has tried to touch me yet. Is this it? My answer?

"We noticed," Alexei, says, a frown on his perfect lips. "How could we not?"

Biting my bottom lip, I nod slowly and stand up. “I’m sorry for everything. The trouble I caused- the worry.”

Suddenly, Dmitri’s hand clasps onto my own and he pulls me back down beside him. His muscular arms wrap around me, his fingers

digging into my back so tightly they’ll probably bruise. Without a word, he presses his lips into mine, the salt of his tears clearing my head. I kiss him
back wholeheartedly, gripping onto his hips, relishing the feeling of his body pressed into mine- his smell, his taste.

My mouth feels lonely when he pulls away, streaks of dirt stain his pale cheeks. “None of that matters anymore, Sammy. We’re just glad

you’re safe. You’re home,” he says and squeezes me again.

The rest of the Lowell brothers mumble in agreement, their bodies closing in on us, surrounding us. In the distance, Caleb’s musk starts to

fade away and I let him go- for now.

The brothers corral me back to their house, all talking in a mixture of Russian and English, and Dmitri holds onto my hand the whole time. I

never thought I’d say this, but I don’t mind the feeling of his palm pressed against mine. It feels right somehow.

Pasha cooks, and I relate my tale of what happened. I even include the part about my sexual encounter with Caleb- afraid they’ll kick me out-

but that doesn’t happen.

After a few exchanged glanced, Yuri (whose eyes have more creases around them than I remember) nods. “We can’t blame you, even if you

enjoyed it. That’s what wolf’s bait does. It’s better this way- it really is.”

But I still feel a pang of guilt. Even worse- I hope Caleb isn’t too badly injured.

“So what did I kill last night,” I ask fearfully after we’ve all eaten our fill.

Alexei leans in to sniff the flakes of blood. “Deer. Maybe an elk. You probably ate most of it.”

The thought of ingesting raw meat should make me sick, but I guess werewolves don’t have those kinds of sensibilities. “Good.” At least it

wasn’t a person.

Then, they let me go home to wash up and get clean clothes. Thankfully, they hadn’t informed the authorities about my disappearance yet so

the house is still in perfect, if dustier, order. The hot water works to clear my head, and washing the blood and dirt from my skin feels like some kind
of baptism.

When I step out of the shower, Dmitri’s waits for me, his own hair dripping onto his shoulders and chest.

He smiles, but it’s not the wolfish smirk I’m so used to. This smile makes his eyes sparkle, but it’s also a little worried. “I was afraid I

dreamed it- you being back,” he says in his slight Russian accent.

“It feels like a dream,” I say as I dry off. Everything that happened to me in the last few weeks seems like something from another reality, but

it wasn’t.

“Yuri wants to talk to you about joining our pack, if you’ll have us.”

A smile tugs at my lips. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want me when I was like this.”

Dmitri furrows his eyebrow. “Sammy, we’ll always want you. That’s just the way it is.”

Looking at his earnest face, I realize the truth. It wasn’t them making bad decisions. It wasn’t them lying to me or keeping secrets that drove

me away. It was my own fear- my fear of my feelings for them.

“I love you,” I blurt out and my cheeks catch fire.

“I love you too,

moy droog

,” he says.

For a moment, we stare into each other’s eyes, the intensity of the room’s heat almost too much to take. Then we both move forward and our

lips meet somewhere in the middle. The wet intensity of his tongue lapping at my own as my fingers rip and pull at his pants. Dropping my towel, we
tumble down the hallway into the first room with a bed- thankfully it’s my own.

“I missed you,” he moans and nips at my tender skin, each bite making me hiss with desire.

I huff, rubbing my almost instant erection against his. The throbbing of his shaft beats in time with my heart. “Me too.”

He groans as I kiss his toned chest, taking his pert pink nipples in my mouth and rolling them over my lips and tongue. Nothing else matters

at this moment but pleasing him- my mate.

“Sammy,” Dmitri gasps as I wrap my lips around his weeping member. His fingers catch in my hair as I lap at his shaft, the soft flesh salty

with pre-come. This is just the way it should be. My lover inside me- just like this.

My tongue dances around his cock, each slow suck eliciting a grunt of pleasure from Dmitri’s throat. God! It gets me off almost as much as

getting a blowjob myself!

Suddenly, he pulls my head up, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving, and smiles. “Claim me,” he says.

“What?” I ask, my heart slamming in my chest at the suggestion. He was the one that claimed me!

“Please. I want it. We’ll be equals, like we should be.”

Taking in his naked form, the garden of red curls cradling his erection, the hard muscles under his smooth skin, I nod. How could I say no to

that? Then I reach over to my nightstand and pull out a new bottle of lube. A guy should always be prepared, after all, and pour the clear substance
over my fingers and rock hard cock.

Dmitri watches me, his bright eyes slightly hooded with desire as I crawl toward him. Tenderly, I kiss is thighs and slip my hand under his

ass, easing open the tight cheeks and poking at his virgin entrance.

His breath catches in his throat as I nudge the first finger inside. His ass grips onto me like a vice, squeezing the digit in a flurry of spasms,

but I slip it deeper until my mate moans. Yeah, that’s the spot.

Carefully, I slide in a second finger, stretching him wider and wider with each slow intrusion. Dmitri writhes on the bed under my mouth and

hands, his eyes locked on mine in the most glorious look of passion I’ve ever seen.

“Ready?” I ask, not sure if my own cock can hold off any longer.

“Yes,” he says and pulls me up to him.

Our mouths smash together, lips burning and tongues lashing. Sparks of pleasure shoot from my head to my toes just having his body this

close to mine. What will being inside him be like?

Dmitri shifts his hips, and I urge the fat head of my cock past his tight entrance, his fingers gripping onto me as his eyes widen.

“Are you okay?” I gasp, his ass strangling me with desire.

Dmitri nods. “Yeah,” he says in a gruff whisper.

Each slow thrust makes him moan, his hips shifting in time with my own. I want to be as close to him as possible, the heat of he body is like a

fire and I’m a freezing man. Leaning down, I bury my head into the crook of his neck, his rich scent surrounding me completely.

Jolts of pleasure shot through my body at every thrust, and pressure in my balls builds harder and faster. Shit! No wonder he wanted to fuck

me so badly!

Reaching down, I grab his hardened member and pump it in time with each thrust, my breathing just as shallow as his. The rough edge of his

cheek scratches my face, and I force myself into him harder and deeper, my body moving of its own accord.

“Fuck, Sammy!” he moans as his cock stiffens in my hand, the heat of his come emptying over our chests.

I thrust once, twice- then my own balls contract, the overwhelming satisfaction spilling into him as we ravish each other’s mouths again. His

body writhes under mine, hands gripping my back and lips searing my skin.

Yes. Yes. This is what I want. This is perfect. Why did I run away for so long?

“Sammy,” he moans as the gratification leaks over our bodies, easing us into that wonderful place of contentment.

“Dmitri,” I answer and smile, still buried inside his perfect body.

“You’re my mate, forever,” he says sleepily, his eyes glazed over with lust and exhaustion. I feel the same way.

“Yeah, I know,” I say and listen to his heart as it pounds to the same beat as mine. But what’s more, I’m ready to accept it- to accept all the

Lowell brothers- as my mates forever.

To be continued. . . . .

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