Free SixBarkPackTabooMobi by Carys Weldon Page B

thrust. He didn’t fuck me fast. Just...thoroughly. All the way to the hilt.
     
     
    Until I was insane, to the edge.
     
     
    He must’ve been watching my eyes, gauging my breathing, waiting for me to tense up even more around him. Because he held himself rigid within me while I bit into his bicep. Not drawing blood, just burying my mouth, and the screams of total satisfaction.
     
     
    But I couldn’t stand it. I had to let it out when he moved one more time. My head fell back and I released the squeal of ultimate orgasm. The one you get when you’re hit deep-stroke with full-controlled impact.
     
     
    He dumped into me, telling me, “Go ahead, scream... cat .” And I did. I know he was fully into it. Absolutely loving it.
     
     
    But out of nowhere, his hand covered my mouth, clamped right down, and he went deadly still, saying, “Hush.” He winced, though, and I felt him spurting into me.
     
     
    He didn’t get to relax then, because another noise outside--the slightest thing--barely more than a scratch, had his gaze darting around, to one side and then the other.
     
     
    When he was sure I was gonna be quiet, he hopped off of me, bounding to his feet. “Did you hear that?” His voice was barely audible.
     
     
    I hadn’t heard anything. I’d been screaming. Remember?
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Gaia, I’d never seen a garou from that angle before. His chest heaved. His cock throbbed, still dripping. Magnificent manhood. I gasped. I’d never felt awe like that before. I reached up--to catch a drop of fluid as it fell through the air.
     
     
    That’s what drew his attention to it, I think. He looked down, tucked himself in his pants. Did them up.
     
     
    Biting my lower lip, I sat up, rubbing the pearly drop between my thumb and forefinger, hugging my own knees. I could tell by the crouchy way he stood, and the tip of his head, that he was listening to something outside, so I waited for him to tell me what to do.
     
     
    Or for it to go away.
     
     
    But it didn’t.
     
     
    There was another noise, very small, then silence.
     
     
    Reaching down blindly, he grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me up beside him, into a protective circle. Before he could put me behind him, which I felt him trying to do--while I was trying to get safe under his armpit--the door busted open.
     
     
    Leo and Tommy, my retrieval team. Full crinos yellow panther bastets. Absolutely awesome in their own right.
     
     
    I don’t know how they both got through the door so fast. They stopped, though--pulled up flat and hard, eyes bulging, noses taking it all in. Tommy’s gaze glinted, flashed over the liquid evidence of our sex, and then his head jerked at the dead body. To tell the truth, I’d been so wrapped up in Bark that I’d forgotten that. But suddenly, my stomach growled.
     
     
    All three men tensed at the sound. Barklay said quietly, “Get behind me, Letha.”
     
     
    “No.” I knew the minute I did, he was dead.
     
     
    Leo never took his eye off Bark. I knew that look. It proceeded a shredding.
     
     
    Tommy had his gun in his hand. He swung it around, aiming it at Barklay. Very succinctly, he said, “Move, Le.”
     
     
    “No.” I tried to slip forward, put my arm around Bark’s waist.
     
     
    He peeled me, growling--grew crinos beneath my hands. Full crinos werewolf.
     
     
    Talk about a towering son-of-a-bitch. I was afraid to look up. I just hung on, made it impossible for him to get in front of me.
     
     
    Yeah. Go ahead and laugh.
     
     
    I watched Leo and Tommy’s heads go up, watching the transformation--calculating his weaknesses. Bark’s hulking shadow ruggedly crawled the wall behind them, dwarfing them--and their shadows.
     
     
    Two bastets to one werewolf. They had the upper hand, even without Tommy’s gun. Never even wondered where Leo’s was. He was more a claw-man, anyway.
     
     
    The only thing that slowed the action