Taming Travis [Wolves of Climax 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (2 page)

She shrugged.

“If you want to come, we’ll bring you. We don’t like the idea of you being here without protection.” On the outside she appeared unmoved, but on the inside she had transformed to jelly, her body nearly giving way from relief. She wouldn’t be left alone in the forest. Even if they were heading to more dangerous land, she felt safer in their company. Without them she had nothing holding her in Climax. The surprise inheritance from her blood grandfather, the house he’d built in his youth, wasn’t worth more than her run-down car. She was more alone now than when she had lived in the city because at least there she had friends and a familiar routine.

“Do I need protecting?” She’d push them just a little more. Cassidy loved it when their protective, dominant sides peeked through. It made her body thrum with need, especially when she was well aware what skilled lovers her men were.

“We may have Matthew, but there are still wolves running rampant. You’ve seen them for yourself,” said Patrick.

“Not all wolves are bad.” She specifically recalled the red wolf that appeared when she was camping with Garret. It had lulled her into a calm state with its gentleness and intelligent wolf eyes. That day was burned into her memory.

“But since you’re not able to tell the good from the bad, you can’t be the judge.” Patrick walked to the far corner of the cabin and began to rummage through one of the boxes of clothes. “It’s cold where we’re heading, especially at night. Here, put this on.” He tossed her a brown sweatshirt which looked a couple sizes too large.

“Well, if you really want me to come…”

“Garret wouldn’t approve of you being left here unguarded.”

If she could growl, she would. Why did Patrick have to ruin his gallantry by bringing Garret into it? It was like he was uncomfortable admitting he cared. Maybe he didn’t really care at all.

“Right.” Cassidy crossed her arms and waited. She should be happy they had decided to bring her along, but supposed she wanted so much more. It would be rewarding to hear either Patrick or Travis tell her they needed her, wanted her, loved her. She was starting to wonder if it would ever happen. Although she’d only just met Matthew, she felt more strongly connected to him than the two men she’d known since her arrival in Climax, which wasn’t right. Why couldn’t she feel the same closeness with Patrick and Travis? If these five men expected to share her, she didn’t want to have to fight for their hearts. They all needed to want her equally or it would never work out. She would always feel like she was something the men settled for rather than chose.

“I still don’t like this,” said Matthew, watching from the shadowed corner of the cabin. With no electricity, only the light from the single window provided illumination.

“Why not?” She knew she was being pathetic, practically begging one of her men to give her the acceptance she craved. With all the chaos in her life the past couple days, she needed a rock to lean on.

He moved in, slow and steady. Patrick continued to prepare for the trip, not noticing. “Because you’re small and delicate.” Matthew uncrossed her arms, and she dropped the sweatshirt by her feet. He shackled her wrists at her sides. “You’re important to Garret.” He leaned in and took a breath at her neckline. “And to me.”

She nearly sank in relief at those three beautiful words. Cassidy closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Matthew’s frame towered over hers. She did feel small and delicate compared to these miners, but it was part of her overall attraction to them. They were strong, capable, rustic, and feral on so many levels. Each of them aroused her base desires, the deep-seated primitive urges most women kept under lock and key. Somehow they managed to unleash the wanton woman inside her with just a touch, a word.

“Then you should keep me close,” she whispered. She still remembered their night of lovemaking. For a man she’d only just met in the flesh, there was such a potent underlying connection between them.

“I plan to.” He smirked, a barely there tilt of the lips. Why did his stare have such a profound effect on her? Her pussy was already pulsing under his unblinking gaze.

“How close?”

He drew a line down the front of her neck from chin to the edge of her shirt with one finger. The touch was slow and precise. She held her breath as he neared her breasts. Every part of her body ached for him.

“You’re tempting, little human. Too tempting.” He turned to look at Patrick, as if seeking permission. The other man had noticed them from where he crouched. He nodded once.

“It’s best to take care of her now, before we get started on our trip,” said Patrick, rising to his full height, forgetting the boxes of clothing. With both of them directing their attention to her, her body continued to heat at a rapid pace as if the sun bore down on her. Her breathing picked up because she knew what was in store for her.

“Aren’t you sore, Cassidy?” Matthew reached down and cupped her mound with his big, strong hand. She nearly gasped, but bit her lower lip instead. “Can you take more cock so soon?”

Fuck, yes!
How could she not continue to be aroused with these men? They were her fantasy multiplied by five. Each one chiseled and hard-core. She still expected to wake up one morning and find herself in her old apartment, everything she experienced in Climax a dream. As crazy as her life had been since arriving, she’d do it all over again if it meant keeping her lovers.

She nodded, dropping her weight into his palm. God, she needed to be touched, fondled. Patrick joined them, making her feel even more small and feminine.

“She’s ripe.” Patrick made a sound of a man smelling something decadent. For her it would be double-chocolate cake. But she was the only thing in his sights. Could he actually tell her pussy was soaked, her nipples aching, and clit throbbing?

“Then we’ll take care of her,” said Matthew. His green eyes were heavy with lust. She loved seeing these big, tough men lose all control. Their passion was refreshing, so unlike the lackluster men in the city.

“Maybe you should sit this one out, brother. You must be weak.” Patrick had a strand of her hair between his fingers, examining it like a predator toying with its prey.

Matthew scoffed. “I can fuck our little wildcat all night if she needs it. For her I’m never too tired.” The men seemed to spur each other on with their words. They began to work as a team to undress her. Her shirt was pulled off over her head, leaving her bare-chested. Their beasts were emerging, and she welcomed their undomesticated sides. Sex with them was everything it should be—raw, sensual, dirty, and addicting. They ensured her pleasure long before they met their own.

Patrick measured the weight of one breast in his hand, grazing her beaded nipple with his thumb. “You have beautiful tits, Cassidy.”

She swallowed hard.

He leaned down and swiped his tongue over her nipple. The cool air against the moist flesh, combined with the eroticism, was too much. “Please,” she murmured.

“She begs,” said Matthew, humor in his voice.

“Should we indulge her?”

Matthew shook his head, which concerned her. If they played hard to get or suddenly decided they should head out immediately, she’d lose her mind. Her body demanded to be sated.

She reacted, reaching out to grab Matthew’s cock. He was impressively hard, which gave her hope that he planned to give her what she wanted. She needed to feel that rigid length of flesh fill her pussy full to overflowing, to erase that deep itch only a man’s cock could squelch. “Give it to me,” she demanded.

They both laughed. “Take her,” said Matthew.

Upon command, Patrick turned and gathered her arms behind her back like a prisoner. He lowered them to the ground until she was sitting in his lap. Matthew squatted in front of them and proceeded to tug off her jeans.

“What’re you doing?” she asked.

Neither man answered her. “Open your legs,” said Patrick, still holding her arms behind her back with one hand. The other had a mind of its own, massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples. The unrelenting stimulation brought her close to a precipice.

She complied with the request, perhaps a little too willingly. But she knew her men had some twisted games and fantasies in mind. If they planned to eventually involve their cocks penetrating her, she’d go along for the ride.

Matthew was torn between finding his alpha and enjoying Cassidy. She wasn’t easy to refuse. Her blood called to him like a banquet to a starved man. Besides, he knew Garret was the most capable man alive, and a few more minutes wouldn’t change the future.

“Look at you,” he said. Her pussy was soaked, her inner lips a deep pinkish hue. The sight of her legs spread and her beautiful body on display was enough to make his balls pull up tight. He wanted to sink into her heat, fill that pretty little cunt full of his cock.

He’d only just met this woman. She should be a virtual stranger, no different than any woman he’d met in the past. Even the fact Garret supposedly planned to mark her wasn’t reason enough for him to be so captivated with the human. His attraction went deeper than the physical, as if he’d known her all his life. Somehow she’d taunted his wolf with her scent, her knowing blue eyes, and her sweet inner light. He was a lost cause now.

Matthew wanted to dive in and taste her, to stay between her legs half the day. Gods, he wanted to savor her, bring her to orgasm again and again. But time was a deciding factor now. They needed to bring Cassidy to a fast peak. There would hopefully be plenty more days for patient exploration. He still had so much he wanted to learn about the enigma that stole his heart.

“She’s fighting me,” said Patrick. Cassidy attempted to close her legs as she rocked back and forth on the other man’s lap. He couldn’t help but smirk as he watched her. About now her skin would be crawling, her blood rushing through her veins. Matthew could scent her ripeness, her desperation to be fucked.

“Naughty girl, Cassidy. I’m surprised Garret hasn’t taught you how to behave by now. Good thing I came along when I did.” He winked at her, but she was too far gone to see the humor. “Hold her legs open.”

Patrick struggled for a minute, spreading her thighs while holding each wrist in a hand. Matthew didn’t waste any time. He leaned closer and pressed two fingers to the moist slit bared for him. There was no resistance. He slipped inside her and forced his digits in until they hit the knuckle. She moaned when he began to thrust. The sound whirled around in his head, taking residence. He wanted to remember every pitch of her voice as she lost control. The need, the lust, and the loss of inhibitions were all present in that simple sound.

“She likes that,” said Patrick. “Give her more.”

He pumped both fingers in and out while teasing her swollen clit with his thumb. “She wants to be taken hard.” Matthew knew her type well. She liked to be led, commanded, and taken. She protested, even fought Patrick’s grip. Her glazed-over eyes, erotic mewling, and the way her hips thrust up to meet his fingers gave her true desires away. She wanted this, every depraved minute of it.

Matthew suckled one of her tits. Her skin was so soft, her nipple a tasty little pearl he enjoyed toying with. Each tug of his lips or thrust of his fingers was rewarded with a breathy gasp.

“Stop teasing,” she muttered. Cassidy dropped her head back against Patrick’s chest, her eyes half-mast.

His hunger for the little human grew the longer he spent with her. Her pale neckline was exceedingly tempting. His fangs lengthened without command. Matthew wasn’t sure if it was the mating call or his loss of humanity while being imprisoned for so long. What if Garret and the rest of the pack never returned? Shouldn’t he mark her to be safe?

“I don’t think it would do much harm if I marked her for the pack,” said Matthew. He’d already made up his mind, his mouth salivating at the prospect.

Patrick growled, releasing one of Cassidy’s legs to give him a hard shove back. “Don’t even think it. If the rest of us can resist, so can you.”

Maybe it was the captivity. His inner and outer strength had been tested to the limits. He had to hold on to the little control he had left and do things right. It had been about a month since he’d seen his alpha, who was also his best friend. His conscience told him to keep his fangs to himself, respect Garret’s choice, but his feral desire demanded he claim what was his.

“But—”

“If you try anything, we’ll have a problem. A big fucking problem.” Patrick’s eyes held the full depth of his threat. It wasn’t empty. His muscles rippled under the array of intricate tats covering his arms. As much as Patrick and his other pack mates may love him, honor and tradition had to come first.

“Give her to me,” he said.

Patrick tightened his grip on the girl, making Cassidy whine.

“I’ll behave, but I need her, Red. Now.”

His pack mate nodded once and released his tight grip.

She jumped up to her feet and left the cabin once free, heading out into the wilderness. Even better. “Why are you both fighting?” Cassidy asked. “You know I’ll share myself with both of you.”

She didn’t know the half of it. Her ignorance to their true identities was another issue he had with his alpha. If it were up to him, she’d already be marked and well acquainted with his wolf.

They followed her to the other end of the clearing. The combined elements of nature pleased his wolf, adding to the strength of his desire.

“Yes, baby. Ignore him. I think it’ll take Matthew a while before he has his fill of you. I expect I’d be the same way after being pent up for a month.” Patrick winked over her head. Their little argument had been brushed over with a few words. If only she saw them fight when they shifted into their fur, she’d never be the same.

“I–I guess I can handle him.” She looked up at him now, no longer struggling. His cock was hard rock, and his wolf was clawing within him. He’d do his best to keep her pure until Garret decided to officially mark her. For now, he’d have to satisfy himself with her sweet little pussy.

“But you have doubts?” He chuckled, stripping off his jeans as he watched her reaction.