Page 10 of Caught By the Wolf

Under the need, quieter, sat the other thing—the thing he still hadn’t looked at straight on. Five men with rifles had known exactly where his land line ran, exactly where his brothers’ scent trails crossed the ridge, exactly which draw led to a dead end. That kind of knowledge didn’t come cheap or fast. Someone had been watching Matthews land longer than a week. Someone was still out there. The rain would slow them, not stop them. They had seen her face. They would come back for the witness. And for the wolf who had taken her.

The coffee maker beeped. He poured himself a cup—black, bitter, no bullshit—just like the life he’d forced himself to live.

Until her.

Until last night.

The rustle of fabric as her clothes had pooled on the bathroom floor. The metallic click of the shower door. Then the rush of water hitting tile, followed by her low, throaty sigh of pure pleasure as the hot spray cascaded over her body. Steam had thickened the air—he had smelled it even from his bedroom. Warm, humid, laced with the earthy tones of his soap and that intoxicating, feminine scent of his mate.

His mind had supplied the rest in vivid, torturous detail.

Water sluicing over her full, heavy breasts, beading on her tight nipples before dripping down her stomach. Rivulets racing lower, over her wide hips and between her thighs, teasing the slick folds of her pussy. He’d imagined the way her skin had glistened, flushed pink from the heat. The way her breath had caught when she ran soapy hands over her body. The wet sounds of her palms gliding across wet flesh.

His cock surged to full, aching hardness at the memory, straining painfully against his sweatpants. A thick bead of precum leaked from the tip, soaking through the fabric.

She’d taste like heaven, his wolf growled, licking its chops. Sweet, warm honey mixed with that sharp, spicy heat. I want my tongue buried between her thighs, lapping up every drop.

Roman agreed with his wolf. He wanted those thighs locked around his head while she came on his face. His hand tightened on the mug until the ceramic groaned. He could practically feel her—slick, and so fucking ready. His fingers sliding through her soaked folds, circling her swollen clit while she moaned his name. Then replacing them with the thick head of his cock, pushing into her tight, clenching heat inch by inch until he was buried balls-deep.

He’d fuck her slow and deep at first, letting her feel every ridge, every throb. Then harder. Faster. Until the wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the tiles and her cries turned raw and desperate.

Roman closed his eyes, breathing hard through his nose. His cock was throbbing viciously now, the need to stalk down the hall and make every filthy fantasy real nearly overwhelming him.

Mark her, the wolf demanded. Bite that pretty throat while you breed her. Pump her full of our cum until her belly swells with our pups.

The wolf still wasn’t wrong. That was the hell of it. Six years of telling the animal to be quiet, and the first time it had ever been right about anything, it was right about everything.

“Did you make enough for two?”

The sound of Ella’s voice jerked him out of his thoughts. He quickly gathered himself. “Yeah. I’ll pour you a cup.”

As he handed her the coffee, he couldn’t keep his gaze off her. She was wearing one of his long-sleeved shirts, the sleeves rolled up twice and still swallowing her hands. The hem hung just past the curve of her ass, teasing him with the bare skin of her thighs. Had she put on her panties from yesterday, or was she bare underneath? The thought alone made his cock jerk hard against the front of his sweatpants. He wanted to drop to his knees, push that shirt up, and find out with his mouth.

“So what’s on the agenda today, Warden? How do you entertain your inmates?” She walked over and stood beside him, looking up with a playful smile. His wolf grinned back, hungry.

He was midway through composing a response when Ella went still, leaning closer to the window. “Someone’s coming.”

A truck worked its way up the muddy drive. Roman recognized the shape and rumble immediately. “That’s Declan.”

He got the door open before Declan reached the porch and stood there with the rain coming down steady around him, every sense stretched tight. The tree line was too quiet. The rain would have washed most of the scent trails, but not all of them. Men who had already scouted this land once would not stay gone. They would circle. They would wait for the rain to ease. They would come for the woman who could identify them.

Ella came up next to him a second later, arms crossed against the chill blowing in off the yard. Declan walked through the rain slow and unbothered, a cardboard box balanced against one hip. His eyes went past Roman to the tree line and back before they ever landed on the porch—a habit Roman recognized because it was his own.

“What’s that?” Roman asked.

“Food.” Declan set the box down on the porch. “Figured you didn’t have much in there besides hardtack and jerky.”

“Thank you. And you’re right, he has that and about thirty cans of soup,” Ella said, with feeling.

“She’s a guest,” Declan stated, as if that explained the unexpected food delivery.

“I’m not a guest,” Ella said. “I am apparently under house arrest, aren’t I, Warden Roman?”

“You’re safe,” Roman growled. He bent down and picked up the box. Eggs, a loaf of real bread, vegetables that hadn’t come out of a can. “Thanks, Declan. I should’ve thought of this myself.”

“Your mind was elsewhere,” Declan said, and something in the flat delivery of it told Roman his brother meant both the woman standing next to him and the five armed strangers still unaccounted for on their land.

She took the box from Roman’s arms, her hands brushing against his. It took everything in him not to drop the box and pull her into his arms. The need to touch her and taste her was growing by the minute. Her fingers against his skin sent a jolt straight to his cock. He wanted those same hands wrapped around him. He wanted her on her knees. He wanted her bent over the kitchen table with that shirt pushed up around her waist while he fucked until she screamed his name.