Free Mated to the Wolf by Bonnie Vanak

she cupped herself, gave a slow stroke. “So good. It was so…good.”
    White showed on his scar as he clenched his fists. He barked a crude oath, seized her wrist. “Get dressed. I’ll show you.”
    When they set out on the path again, she sensed his drive. He was seething with lust, whipped by anger. Lancing his pride had worked.
    But getting him to reunite with his good half was another matter.
     
    “What happened to me?” Grayson rasped to the empty cabin.
    Never had he felt this weak and useless. It was as if someone had stripped away all his strength and cunning.
    Warm blood dripped from several cuts and scrapes over his naked body. Even as the lacerations began to heal, he still hurt deep inside. Felt shame.
    Shame and pity for those who’d tormented him. And fear, not for himself, but for Samantha. She was alone with his bad self, his darkest half.
    Knowing his darkest moments, he wasn’t certain that Grayson could be trusted.
    The back door opened. Grayson tensed. They were back and would deliver more pain, more agony. Then he heard Samantha’s light, teasing voice.
    “That’s more like it. I imagine you’re quite hungry after that walk. You ate nothing. Would you care for some dessert?”
    Clothing rustled. A low, familiar growl sounded. His. Grayson gave a humorless smile as he forced himself to stand. Not many people came face to face with their worst halves.
    Had to hide, get out of sight. He thought of Samantha, the sweet purity of her smile, her daring and courage. Something flooded his chest.
    Love.
    He loved her.
    The emotion did not terrify him, or make him scoff. Instead he felt warmth spreading through all his veins. He put a hand to his once-stone cold heart to feel it beating.
    But its thump was sluggish. Blood pumped through his veins like viscous oil. I’m dying , he realized. Grayson tried to fist his hands, tried to summon strength. He let his love for his mate feed him strength.
    And then she walked naked into the room, her arms folded across her ample breasts. A sensual smile touched her full lips.
    “Here we are. Look at this. Two of you!”
    The Other entered the room. Gray eyes met gray eyes. Shock touched the Other’s expression. Then he cocked his head, studying him as if seeing him for the first time.
    Grayson did fist his hands then, and felt strength flow back into him. The throbbing agony in his body had turned to a dull ache. His breathing was labored, but his mind sharpened.
    Her naked body gleaming with pearlescent sweat, Samantha sashayed over to him, her hips swaying gently. She swept a hand over his clammy brow.
    “Poor Grayson. You look terrible. Let me kiss it…and make it better.”
    Energy surged through his veins with the softness of her lips pressing against his. He closed his eyes, drinking in her lips, savoring their wet silk. Samantha kissed her way over his naked, shivering body, the white light shimmering around her, swirling into him.
    Healing his injuries and feeding him strength.
    Then she stood and he saw the purpose in her gaze.
    What the hell was she planning?
    “Two of you,” she purred. “Two men at once. My wildest fantasy. But first, a little warming up. It is terribly cold outside and we walked quite a distance.”
    Samantha dropped to her knees with a pretty sigh. She unzipped the Other’s jeans and withdrew his penis. Riveted, Grayson watched with fascination.
    She laughed, the sound like tinkling bells. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at the Other.
    “Get ready, sweet thing.”
    A wet, red mouth opened wide, encircled the Other’s stiffening cock. He remembered fantasizing about this in the bar, and watched himself wrap strands of her hair around his fist as an anchor.
    Watched himself receiving copious amounts of pleasure from each tug of her mouth.
    A groan escaped him.
    A groan escaped the Other.
    Wide blue eyes stared up at the Other as Samantha slid her mouth over the reddened knob, licked a droplet. Her delicate tongue flicked