Pack Secrets(38)

The gun went off, the sound thunderous in the small confined space, almost immediately followed by the coppery scent of blood. Roaring his anger he launched himself at her, closing his fangs over the front of her neck where he could easily rip out her windpipe. His jaw clamped down and her blood filled his mouth. A small twitch of his head later she slumped toward the ground, and her lifeless eyes looked nowhere in death. He hated the need to end a shifter life; however, he knew it was necessary.



It was over.

Dee peeked out from around the counter as Justin released Talia’s lifeless body. He kicked away the gun and spat in its direction. Most shifters hated weapons, preferring to use what they were given, fangs and claws.

On hands and knees, she was crawling towards her mate to soothe him when she smelled something familiar, his blood. The last time she’d scented it was when she’d marked him and he was deep inside her coming and giving her pleasure. She was shaken when she saw the blood coating his side. Gaining a burst of speed, she shot to her feet, rocketing towards him with supernatural speed. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no. Please, Baby, be okay.”

Grasping her upper arms, he kept her at arm’s length. “Your friend’s pulse is fading in the other room; we need to heal him, quick.”

“No, you first, I need you.”

“As glad as I am to hear that, I only have a flesh wound, it’ll heal.” He pulled her behind him as they entered the other room. His brother Paul had started CPR as Blake and his dad looked for supplies. “I’m here, I’ll heal him. Apparently, he’s a good guy.”

Wincing, Justin went to his knees alongside the injured man. Placing his hands directly over Dean’s heart he pushed his brother’s hands away. The magic infused into Dean, starting with his heart, then repairing the damage to his abdomen from the shot. The gunshot had torn up his bowel and nicked his kidney.

Ten minutes into the healing Justin slumped over sweating and bleeding more than he should. He kept contact with the man, but his strength was slowly bleeding out of him. Taking on Dean’s wounds when he was wounded himself probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but Justin had to try.

Near to collapsing, he wasn’t surprised when his father and brothers placed their hands to his body, lending him their magic and strength. He felt the healing surge out of him and within moments the near-dead man’s eyes opened and all the Nunn boys were crashing to the floor.



After placing a distress call to Hunter, the second in the pack, who was enraged that no one thought to call him during the time of the threat, they all went back to alpha house. It didn’t take long for Dee’s heat to consume her once again. She was placed in a secluded room with her mate, a room with a lock so she could attend herself while keeping her mate close. After what had to have been her tenth release, she swore she had masturbationitis and could no longer move her wrist.

And that’s when it happened, his eyes opened, searching her out. He inhaled deeply, his lungs expanding to the fullest, taking in her scent. Growling low in his throat, he swiftly pinned her to the mattress seating himself inside the cradle of her thighs.

“Need to taste you.”

Without allowing her a word he slithered down her body licking every inch on the way down, paying special attention to her lower stomach where his seed had planted and, even now, was growing in her belly. He nuzzled her tenderly before the last shred of his control snapped and he ate her like it was his last meal. Licking, nipping, growling and stroking her through two orgasms before he rose above her body and entered her slowly.

“I’ve missed you, kitten, I love the mewling sounds you make as I shove myself into you, filling you full.” He grunted as he increased his rhythm, moments later taking them both over the edge.

Her sigh was loud, as their sweating bodies cuddled each other closely, enjoying the scent and comfort of each other. It was almost near the end of her heat. When she was away from Justin she was miserable, but with time spent with him was nearly electric. She wouldn’t mind going into heat twice a year if she got to spend it with him.

“You’re pregnant.”

His words threw her off balance. “Yes.”

He hovered over her, gently stroking her abdomen. “How are you feeling? I feel like a selfish ass, I woke and was so consumed by the heat I didn’t ask.”

Her grin beamed up at him. “I feel great. Only sixty four days until we meet our kittens.”

“Oh, wow, I didn’t realize…kittens. Do you know they’ll be kittens versus wolves? A wolf’s gestation period is usually sixty days, give or take.”