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  “Do you fuck your pussy with your toy?” he asked, keeping his movement steady and not relenting in spite of her pleas.

  “Yes,” she whispered, staring at him with blurred vision.

  Silver streaked across his blue eyes and his scent grew richer while his lips parted. His teeth were slightly more pointed than they had been a minute ago. Knowing that she masturbated turned him on. She loved how he smelled with the knowledge in his head that she fucked herself with her toys.

  “Next time you masturbate, you will call me before you begin.” The dark edge in his voice added to the intensity of his command.

  He pulled his fingers out of her jeans and the air filled with the ripe scent from her come. Some of the pressure inside her had diminished, but then his request and the smell of her orgasm had her needing him even more. She would die if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  Chapter Four

  Nik loved how Sophie smelled. Even in the barn, with the pungent smells from the engines surrounding them, his scent clung to her skin. And the flush on her cheeks, the way her hair streamed around her face along with the glow in her eyes, showed how hard he pushed her. His little bitch craved sex, and her willingness to explore what would satisfy her made her even more appealing.

  It was more than just her sexuality that made him want her. Sophie sniffed only after him. Her loyalty ran deep in her. After what he’d heard in the house, he would need that from her as much as he’d need that hot little body of hers. His blood still boiled when he thought of how Grandmother Rousseau had plotted out a solution to the lack of female bitches in their pack.

  “Are you leaving me already?” Sophie asked. “I’d rather you watch me masturbate than call you on the phone.”

  His heart swelled and pride swept over him with so much intensity that for a moment he couldn’t breathe. When he did slowly take a breath, it didn’t surprise him a bit that the air now had a mixture of his emotions in it.

  “There will be plenty of time to explore all the things you love sexually, little bitch.” And slowly he would prepare her for what she’d have to do as his mate, and in order to be mated.

  Sophie chewed her lip, staring up at him, and slowly ran her hand from his shoulder down his arm. When her eyes darkened, he cocked his head, noting the change in her scent.

  “Tell me your thoughts,” he said quietly, glancing only for a minute toward the open barn door. He really didn’t care who found him in here with Sophie. But for her, for the granddaughter of their pack leader, he would protect her reputation and make sure she wasn’t attacked for being in here with him.

  Unmated bitches didn’t hide in shadows with unmated males.

  “I heard there is some crazy howling going on inside—something about sharing bitches,” she began.

  Nik put his finger over her lips. “Do you trust me, little bitch?”

  She nodded. “You know I do,” she said, looking over her shoulder as she followed his gaze.

  “Walk with me.” They would stroll through the large yard, visible to anyone who cared to peer out the windows. If they complained about her being with him, that would be a matter he could handle. At least Sophie wouldn’t be tarnished for being with a male at her own den where everyone could see them.

  “What did you hear inside? Is it true that Grandmother wants males to share bitches?” she whispered behind him as he led the way to the door. “Which bitches would do this?”

  They reached the door and Nik sniffed outside. Johann and Old Ben hadn’t returned. He didn’t smell Sophie’s littermates either. He had no doubts that Johann would sniff out Elsa—the lunewulf had it bad for the little bitch and had for quite a while now. Gertrude would be on Elsa’s tail, and the bitches would return home without anyone knowing they were gone without escorts. Johann and Old Ben would see to it.

  He held his arm out, stopping Sophie so she wouldn’t walk past him. Her small hand trailed up his back and she pressed her cheek against his arm. He thought of finding a more secure spot, of fucking her until she howled. He wouldn’t be able to wait long to do that. Even though she’d blessed him with that hot little mouth of hers, he needed all of her, and soon.

  “We won’t discuss this until I know no one can sniff us out or overhear us talking.” The large yard appeared quiet. More than likely almost all the single males were inside. None of them would get wind of Sophie though. The whole lot of them were too worked up.

  “So you have heard that something weird is going on?” she whispered, clinging to him when he stepped out into the sunshine.

  There better not be anyone nearby. The way Sophie smelled right now, he’d be forced to kill half his pack to keep them from fucking her. Although that might solve the uneven ratio between males and bitches.

  “Yes.” And when he’d listened to Grandmother Rousseau explain her thinking, it had been all he could do not to tear out a few walls. He’d needed to get out of there, find Sophie and think about all of this. But there hadn’t been enough time yet for him to figure a way out of this without dishonoring himself with his pack.

  He took her hand, leading the way around the side of the barn and then back toward the other outbuildings.

  “What is going on?” She fell into stride next to him, her expression loaded with worry when she looked up at him.

  “You won’t worry about any of this.” He’d keep her as uninvolved with Grandmother’s lunacy as he could.

  “About what?” She tried to stop and confront him but he kept a firm grip on her hand and led them toward the next building.

  “Grandmother Rousseau has a wild idea that if bitches took several mates and bred with all of them, it would strengthen the lunewulf line.”

  “You’re kidding!”

  He wished he were. “Nothing is confirmed yet. When I went in to speak with her, she asked me what I thought of the idea.”

  “Obviously she’s asked for several opinions if Old Ben knew about it.”

  He was sure he’d never know how the old lunewulf already knew. More than likely Ben’s hearing wasn’t as old as the rest of him.

  “We’ll talk her out of it. I wouldn’t let anything like that happen to you.”

  They reached the edge of the outbuilding. Beyond that, a grassy meadow spread before them with forest after that. This time he thought he caught a whiff of lunewulfs and decided walking toward the house slowly might be best for appearance’s sake. He wanted to be alone with Sophie. But if her littermates were heading back, they needed to stay close to her den.

  “I’m sure some bitches would love the idea of having more than one mate.” A blonde strand of hair fell over her shoulder, blocking his view of her face.

  He brushed it out of her way and she looked up at him.

  “Do you want to fuck anyone else other than me?” He pictured her howling for another lunewulf and instantly his blood boiled.

  She turned into him, putting her hand on his chest and stopped walking. Shaking her head fiercely, she went up on tiptoes, still smelling of his sex on her.

  “Wolf man, you are it for me. I promise.”

  “I’d hate to have to kill someone if you thought otherwise.”

  She smiled and then nipped playfully at his chin. “Would you fight for me?”

  “I’d kill for you,” he admitted, hoping she saw how much he meant that.

  “I would kill for you too,” she whispered. She glanced to the side and looked adorable as fucking hell sniffing the air. But then she returned her gaze to his, determination piercing her expression. “Old Ben suggested we should run, find another pack. Should we do that?”

  “We will never dishonor ourselves by running when things get a bit challenging. That much is final. This is our pack. No matter what happens, we stand tall and proud and show that we are strong and unconquerable.”

  “I knew you would say that,” she said, smiling. “But I wanted to make sure you knew I would do whatever it took or go anywhere, to be with you.”

  Her eyes glowe
d but he smelled the turmoil swimming deeper inside her. Sophie truly was the perfect bitch for him. She would honor the pack’s laws and run by his side always. But at the same time, her fear and uncertainty of what may lie ahead drew out the protector in him. Nik would take care of her. No matter what happened with their pack, he would see that Sophie always smiled as she did now, and he would fight and kill to keep that warring turmoil that he saw inside her at the moment from reappearing.

  “We aren’t going anywhere,” he said with conviction. No old bitch would scare him away. He would rather stay and fight than run with his tail between his legs. “But I do believe we have company. Walk with me toward your den.”

  He ran his hand down her long, silky hair. Her scent warmed as she fell into stride alongside him. He kept a slow pace. He wanted to enjoy the few remaining moments they would have alone. She turned her head when the smell of other lunewulfs grew strong. Stopping, he put his arm around her possessively when Johann, Old Ben and her littermates walked toward them from across the field.

  “Perfect day for a run,” Old Ben announced, reaching his side and slapping him on the arm. His grin was ornery, and there was fire glowing in the old lunewulf’s eyes. “Gave these young pups a run for their money. But some of us have to work.” He left them with a wave, more than likely to sneak off for a nap.

  Nik nodded, watching until Old Ben was out of earshot, then turned to study Johann and the bitches. Gertrude rolled her eyes at Sophie, then trotted toward the den, not saying a word to him. Elsa tried to do the same and Johann grabbed her by the back of the neck.

  “You won’t do that again,” he growled.

  She struggled, shoving him away and then put her fists on her hips. The lunewulf that got stuck with that fiery little bitch would need a thick leash just to control her. She was too spoiled and undisciplined for Nik’s tastes. Johann straightened though, towering over her and matching her stance.

  “You don’t own me, wolf man. No one does. Go sniff after one of your whores. I’m not interested.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and marched toward the house, leaving the spicy smell of her anger in the air.

  “Maybe I should go talk to her,” Sophie said quietly.

  “You’ve thought of something to say that she hasn’t already heard?” Nik asked her.

  She hesitated, looking up at him and then glancing at Johann. He sensed she wouldn’t speak openly in front of the lunewulf. Johann was a good male, although he had a few double standards that Nik didn’t approve of. One of them being his opinion of females. Elsa had a point. He wanted the good little bitch at home and the wild bitch out in the meadow. Not many males were as blessed as he was to have both kinds of bitches rolled into one package like he had with Sophie.

  “If she sniffs out what Grandmother is thinking about doing, she’ll run again. And we may not be able to catch her this time.” Sophie looked so worried about this that he hated that he could do nothing about it.

  She had a point. “We don’t know for sure yet what will be decided.”

  “You’ve heard the rumor that she might start controlling the matings?” Johann asked.

  “More than control them.” Nik wondered if Johann didn’t know all the facts and played stupid to learn what Nik knew. He didn’t smell deception on the lunewulf though. “I spoke with her this morning.”

  He didn’t elaborate and finally Johann nodded slowly, pursing his lips as he stared toward Sophie’s den.

  “She’ll pass the law,” Johann said, barely moving his mouth. “We’re going to be required to share bitches.”

  “Grandmother has forgotten what it’s like to be a single bitch,” Sophie whispered.

  Johann glanced at her but then focused on Nik, giving him an assessing look. For a moment, Nik swore there was warped pleasure at the knowledge of the pending law on Johann’s face. He didn’t smell anything on him though.

  “We’ll see what happens.” Nik rubbed Sophie’s shoulder. “I’ll walk you to join your littermates.”

  He would learn Johann’s feelings on all of this soon enough. Not that the lunewulf’s opinion really mattered to him. He was a Rousseau and a very distant relative to Sophie, but Nik seriously doubted Grandmother would view Johann’s feelings as having any more merit than his own.

  Sophie didn’t say anything when he led her into the house. He kept his hand in a chaste position on her back until he had her to the stairs. An unmated male didn’t ascend the stairs to the bedrooms of unmated bitches. He grabbed her wrist, turning her when he didn’t smell anyone nearby.

  “Call me later tonight when you are alone,” he told her, instantly picturing her with the dildo she’d told him about earlier.

  She nodded, still looking worried. “I’ll try.”

  “You won’t play with your sex toy unless you can call me,” he whispered.

  Her cheeks flushed, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. He tightened his grip on her wrist and smelled her lust, which strengthened the scent of his come on her. He risked anyone else coming up on them and smelling it just so he could inhale the wonderful aroma for a moment longer.

  “I’ll call you,” she whispered, her blue eyes deepening in color while her nipples hardened against her shirt.

  “Now get upstairs and shower before anyone else inhales how good you smell.” He turned her around and swatted her ass.

  Her squeal got him hard instantly and he stood at the bottom of the stairs, enjoying the view until she disappeared upstairs. Turning, he stalked further into the house. It was time to learn a few more details about what their pack leader had in mind.

  He entered the large living area where more than a dozen lunewulfs argued and filled the room with the stench of their emotions. There wouldn’t be any answers here. Not to mention, one lunewulf uttering Sophie’s name and there’d be a fight. He had enough energy at the moment to tear into a few of them, but reasoning with the old bitch would save him the trouble of ripping out a few throats.

  “Nik Alexander, where are you heading?” Matthew Jordeaux stepped out of Grandmother Rousseau’s office and closed the door quietly behind him. He blocked Nik’s path.

  “When I’m sick, I’ll howl for a doctor. Step aside, Jordeaux.”

  “I don’t think so. You hardly hold the rank to be part of the sensitive meeting going on in there.” Jordeaux put his hand on Nik’s shoulder, attempting to turn him around.

  Nik shoved it off with a bit too much aggression, getting warped satisfaction when Matthew stumbled backward.

  “Apparently you don’t hold that rank either, since you’re leaving. Go on about your business.”

  “That’s hardly the case.” Matthew regained his composure quickly and used his middle finger to shove his glasses up his nose. “I’m tending to business. You go about your own.”

  “Exactly what I’m doing.” He moved past Matthew, catching a whiff of the lie the pack doctor had just told. Its sour smell made Nik curl his lip. “Talk to you later.”

  He rapped on the door quietly with his knuckles, hearing muffled voices inside. Since no one told him to go away, he opened the door and stepped into the large office that stunk of old lunewulfs.

  “I told him he wasn’t welcome,” Matthew complained from behind him.

  Grandmother Rousseau looked up from where she sat behind her large desk. The petite old bitch stared at both of them with watery pale blue eyes. Nik hadn’t noticed before how hard and cold they looked. It surprised him to see Johann leaning casually on the edge of the desk. Derek Rousseau growled, raising the corner of his lip at the intrusion.

  Grandmother waved her bony hand in the air, doing nothing more than stirring up the stench that already hung heavily around them.

  “That’s quite all right. You may enter, Nik.”

  Nik didn’t bother with the doctor behind him, but shut the door in his face, then stared at the three pack members who all gave him very different looks. He would worry later about what Johann was doing in here. Derek Rousseau
was an old bastard, but easily handled. He forced himself to relax, knowing Grandmother Rousseau might be old, but her power made her a deadly presence to reckon with.

  “Grandmother Rousseau, you flatter me with your audience.” He stopped in front of her desk, keeping his gaze locked on hers.

  “Cut the bullshit, Nik. Are you through flirting with my granddaughter for the day?”

  He decided insulting her with a lie wouldn’t be in his favor. “I sent her upstairs with her littermates as soon as they returned from their run with Johann.”

  Grandmother raised an eyebrow at Johann. “Something you neglected to tell me?”

  “The bitches wanted to run and Old Ben chaperoned. Nothing to tell, really.” He looked almost bored and didn’t change his position at the edge of her desk.

  “Derek, go help our pack doctor. Send the males to their dens. The meeting will be tonight at midnight and they’ll get their answers at the same time everyone else does.”

  Derek looked ready to protest, glancing at Nik and then Johann.

  “Do as you’re told,” the old bitch snapped.

  “Fine.” Derek sulked noticeably at being sent away.

  Nik kept his emotions in check, standing still until Derek left the office and the door closed behind him. Grandmother leaned back, crossing her thin arms over her sagging chest and pinning each of them with a stare that would have had his tail between his legs when he was a cub.

  “Either one of you would make an outstanding pack leader after I die.” Grandmother never minced words. She ran her tongue over her lips, which didn’t seem to moisten them at all. “Therefore, you’ll learn today how important it is to put what matters to the pack over what may matter to you personally.”

  Licking Grandmother Rousseau’s ass didn’t usually get a lunewulf very far. Nik already despised where she was going with this, but insulting her wouldn’t help him either.

  “Creating a law most despise will destroy the pack.” Nik didn’t move a muscle when her glare hardened.

  “Lunewulfs will not die out,” she hissed, hitting the desk with her fist and then breaking out into a fit of coughing.