finger, wanting to feel his cock there. Micah inserted two more fingers. His mate was impatient, Oliver thought with delight. He groaned loudly when Micah pulled back, kissing his crown.
“On your knees.” Micah stood and pushed his jeans down past his knees then positioned himself behind Oliver. With one quick thrust, he was buried balls deep.
“Micah,” Oliver shouted as his mate grabbed his hips and pounded into him. Oliver’s head swam with the sensations racking his body. Micah hit that sweet spot every time he pulled back. Oliver’s cock ached for release. He didn’t care about the Sentries patrolling, didn’t care if they were caught. All he cared about was Micah.
Grabbing Oliver’s cock, Micah matched his rhythm with his thrusts. Oliver clawed at the earth as his mate spun his pending orgasm higher.
“Close…so close.” Oliver’s legs trembled as Micah picked up the pace, his ministrations becoming erratic as Micah too was getting there. Oliver panted heavily, shaking his head from side to side. He was mindless with lust.
Oliver yelled out Micah’s name as he filled his mate’s hand with his seed. His arms shook and threatened to give out, but Micah let go of his cock and wrapped his arm around Oliver’s chest to hold him up. Aftershocks rocked his body. Micah sank his teeth into Oliver, and a throaty whine left his lips with each spurt of cum Oliver felt shoot inside of him.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Micah pulled from Oliver and threw him to the ground. His mate growled as he pulled his pants up quickly.
Oliver looked over his shoulder to see the three men from the diner. Oh, fuck. How did they get past the Sentries?
Micah shifted, standing over Oliver as his muzzle pulled back and a warning snarl sounded.
“There’s three of us, wolf. Stand down and hand us the little human.” The one speaking took a step forward, and Micah let out an ear-piercing howl. Oliver slammed the palms of his hands over his ears. He thought for sure they would bleed from the sound.
Micah lunged forward slightly, snapping his jaws when the speaker of the three reached a hand out to grab Oliver. His mate was growling, pacing back and forth in front of him.
Oliver shrank back, adrenaline coursing through his veins as the three men shifted and attacked Micah. Oliver scrambled to the nearest tree and hunkered down, waiting for the other Sentries to race in and help his mate. He snatched his jeans from the ground and made haste at pulling them on then his boots. Where were the other Timber wolves?
His head jerked up when he heard a whine. Micah was bleeding, but he wouldn’t leave Oliver unprotected, which hampered his fighting. With the wolf staying close to Oliver, it inhibited his moves. Oliver had to help him, or Micah was mud.
Oliver picked up a tree branch from the ground and swung when one of the wolves broke past Micah and tried to attack him. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be, not in his back yard.
“Micah!” Oliver cried as the wolf sank his teeth into Oliver’s arm. The wolf shook his head back and forth, eliciting a howl of pain from Oliver. It wasn’t a manly cry, but Oliver could give a shit less right now. It hurt.
Micah fell back and turned on the wolf attacking Oliver. He sank his teeth into the wolf’s neck. This got the rogue wolf off of Oliver, but now all three were attacking Micah. Fur was flying as Micah swiftly rounded from one wolf to the next, attacking in a craze.
Oliver swung the large branch again, striking one of them on the head. The wolf swiped his claws at Oliver, barely grazing his chest when three wolves from the forest jumped into the fight. Cody grabbed Oliver and pulled him away.
“No. I have to help Micah,” he cried as he tried to pry Cody’s fingers from around his forearm. Micah needed him, and Cody was trying to take him away. Oliver kicked the bottom of his foot into the Sentry’s thigh, using it as leverage. He pushed off and broke