Free Thrown to the Wolves (Black River Pack Book 3) by Rochelle Paige Page B

understand why.”
    My fingertips slid along her thighs until I reached the seam where her legs met her pelvis and gripped her tightly. I brushed my lips over her slit as I moved to the other side, teasing her by breathing hot air on her damp skin. The scent of her arousal grew stronger as I tormented her with flicks of my tongue along her pussy lips without touching her clit or pressing down too hard.
    Her hips bucked against my hold as she begged with her hands fisted in my hair, trying to pull my face closer. “Please, Parker. I need more. Fingers, tongue—anything!”
    Nudging her legs wider, I spread her open with my fingers. When her clit peeked out of its hood, I flicked it with my tongue, going gently at first until I heard her moan. Then I increased the pressure until she was writhing in need, and I slipped my fingers through her wet folds to sink two inside her.
    “Tastes so fucking good,” I rasped before I licked my lips, savoring her flavor. “Gonna make you come for me with my mouth.”
    I added another finger and twirled them around, searching for that spongy spot I knew would drive her as wild as she made me. After I found it, I made sure to rub against the same spot on each stroke into her body. At the same time, I tugged her clit into my mouth and gave it quick, little sucks that had her walls clenching against my fingers. I kept going until her hips surged up and she screamed out my name as she climaxed around my fingers.
    I continued to pump my fingers and lazily lick her clit, determined to make it last as long as I could for her. When she stopped trembling and lay there gasping for air, I flopped onto the bed beside her. A sense of contentment I only felt when I knew I had satisfied my mate filled me.
    “Sleepy,” she murmured, slurring the words a little because she was so tired.
    I drew her closer and pulled the sheet over our bodies so she wouldn’t get cold in the night. Running my fingers through her hair, I watched as she drifted to sleep with a smile on her face—one I’d put there.
    I spent the night with my mate wrapped in my arms, but I couldn’t manage to fall asleep. My wolf was on edge and alert to danger. As the hours passed, I watched her chest rise and fall as she slept soundly. My heightened alertness paid off when I decided to walk the perimeter of my cabin in the wee hours of the morning and smelled wolves I didn’t recognize in the distance. I wasn’t certain how close they were, but their scent so close to my mate that it made my hackles rise.
    I let out a loud howl, alerting my brothers to the danger that was near, before running back inside to grab my phone. Annora was sitting up in the bed with a startled look on her face when I made it back to our room.
    “What’s happening?”
    “Get some clothes on,” I ordered. “Make sure they’re dark and warm.”
    “Why?” she asked after jumping out of the bed to dig in the dresser.
    “Someone’s coming,” I explained. “Wolves, and not from our pack.”

Chapter 8
    Annora
     
    “I’m not waiting for you here while you face the danger that’s coming for me,” I argued.
    “It’s my job as your mate to keep you safe!” Parker yelled.
    “And it’s mine to do the same for you,” I pointed out reasonably.
    “No, that would be mine as alpha,” Hunter disagreed.
    “Or mine as pack enforcer,” Spencer chimed in.
    “Oh, stop being a bunch of macho idiots and let Annora go with you—even if you keep her away from most of the action,” Grace grumbled.
    “I’ve spent my entire life being told what to do and agreeing like the good little girl my father wanted me to be,” I tried to explain. “Not this time. Not when I know my mate and new brothers are out there fighting for my safety against someone who came here for me because he thinks I belong to him after my father sold me to him!”
    “Annora, baby,” Parker sighed. “I don’t have time to argue. We have the advantage right now because they think we