“Don’t stop, baby. Right fucking there!”
Liam growled, the sound rumbling from deep inside his chest as he pounded his hips against Lorelai’s.
On all fours, with her shapely ass nestled against his crotch, every thrust into her tight, wet heat made the beast inside him demand release.
“I’m not stopping, Lorelai,” he said, groaning his words. “Not until you cover my cock.”
He brought his hand down on her ass with a satisfying smack, delighting in her desperate cries of ecstasy. She pushed her hips back against him, taking her pleasure from him, pulling on the sheets of their bed.
Her moans became more urgent as she tightened around him, milking his cock until there was a familiar tug in his gut. He clenched his jaw, determined to get her there first. He snaked his hand around her waist, delving between her thighs and seeking the sensitive nub of her clit. His fingers teased against her as he slammed his hips into hers, the sound of his skin smacking against hers filling the room.
Her orgasm was the sweetest symphony as she screamed in her release. He joined her in the moment of perfect ecstasy, holding himself inside her as he filled her with his seed.
He glanced down at his chest, waiting for the mark to appear, silently praying to whoever was listening for the sting of being claimed.
After all these years, he was still disappointed. How stupid.
He pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily as he rested his hand on his chest. Lorelai made a small, satisfied sound, pulling herself closer and relaxing her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of his head, breathing in her scent and the smell of him all over her.
“I love you,” she whispered, kissing the spot the mark should have appeared.
“I love you too, Lorelai.”
He never loved someone as much as he did her. He couldn’t ever imagine his life with someone else.
She was perfection. Everything he wanted. He needed nothing else in his life.
So why had the fates decided she wasn’t the one for him? Why was a stranger he never met, deemed his perfect partner?
Tightening his arms around her, he forced back his emotions, focusing on the feel of her against him.
Who cares what some unknown being had decided. She was his, and he was hers. It had always been that way, and it always would.
And no mark, or lack thereof, would ever change that.
“Maybe we should run away together,” she said, laughing at her joke.
“Maybe we should.” There was no laughter from him. His eyes were intense. Serious. His lips pressed into a hard line.
“You’re joking, I assume?” She asked. He shook his head.
“No joke. Alone, we’d die. I know that. They’d hunt us down.” There was truth to his words, which only added to her confusion. “A pack of six, though. A pack that could grow…” His words trailed off and silence fell between them.
“And what if they find us? What if our mates find us? Liam, I want more than anything to stay with you, but we can’t fight our packs.”
“So what’s the alternative?” He asked. “It’s time to rebel, Lor. It’s time for us to take a stand.” She laughed, despite the seriousness of their conversation.
“So we’d be the rebel pack?” She asked, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“What do you say, baby? Can you sacrifice everything for me?”
“Liam, there’s nothing to sacrifice if I don’t have you.” She kissed him deeply, trying to pour all of her emotions into the simple gesture. “Let’s do it. But first, wake up. Wake up, baby.”
“Baby, wake up.”
Liam groaned as the gentle hand on his shoulder roused him from his dream. It was one he had often, a replay of a distant memory.
They had been so young, sure their plan would work.
Seven years had passed since that night. Seven glorious years.
To say their life until this point was easy would be a lie. For the first year after the six young wolves had set out on their journey, they’d faced struggles they hadn’t expected.
It wasn’t the danger from other packs that were the problem, not initially. Their issues came from conflict within their ranks. Although Liam was their unofficial leader, the lack of a recognised Alpha left too much room for democracy. Each wolf wanted something that benefitted the individual rather than the pack, and each wolf refused to back down and compromise.
Thinking back, it wasn’t surprising.
How naïve to think that six adolescent wolves could handle the pressure of a disordered lifestyle. Without the natural hierarchy, they were crumbling into madness.
During an argument between Nathan and Sophia, Liam ordered for them to stop, the words ringing out loud and clear. Each of them felt their hair stand on end, their beasts submitting.
Liam became their Alpha without even trying. With clear leadership and a lack of inter-pack arguments, they overcame their first challenge.
It was surprising how quickly things fell into line after that.
He wasn’t a harsh leader, electing a council for the needs of the pack to be discussed. Though the final decision was ultimately his, everyone had their say. Each wolf had their role, and things moved on smoothly.
It wasn’t long before their numbers grew and the once frail pack became a force to be reckoned with.
Finally opening his eyes, he looked up at the beautiful face of the woman who owned his heart. With a face that was carved by angels, and defied the ageing process. She was as lovely as the day he met her.
“What were you dreaming about?” She asked, moving over him and laying her body over his.
“The night all this started,” he said, playing with her hair. “I can’t believe how far we’ve come.” She smiled that warm smile and nodded.
“And we’re about to go further. Killian has found us a new packhouse.”
That got his attention.
When they first set out all those years ago, they had no destination in mind. With nothing but the clothes on their backs, they had nowhere to go, no money to set up roots.
Not an issue for wolves. They hunted for their food, made camp under the stars, kept warm by living as animals for a while. For a while, it worked. They kept well fed; they stayed out of danger.
But their human side missed the comforts of the modern world.
Liam suggested they integrated themselves into the human world, walk amongst them as equals. Though initially met with some resistance, the pack soon saw the benefits.
Having a place to come home to was a luxury they all missed. Their new friendships with the humans masked their scents from all but the keenest of noses, and their little pack went by without trouble.
“Even better, he’s found a job,” Lorelai said, pulling him from his musings. “A local high school has hired him as an English teacher, so you can imagine how thrilled he is.”
Killian had joined them four years ago.
Older than all of them by at least five years, it seemed impossible that he would be content to take orders from the younger Alpha. But Killian’s pack was a brutal bunch who showed no mercy to their enemies. By leaving them, Killian had become their latest target. Originally a nomad, he welcomed protection from the pack, and he and Liam had become fast friends.
“So we’re moving,” Liam said, wrapping his arms around her.
“We are,” Lorelai said, tracing the curve of his lips with her finger. “And I would like to make this our forever home. I’m tired of running, baby.”
Liam couldn’t blame her. They’d never been in a place for longer than a year. But on her way home, Brooke had smelled the familiar scent of her previous packmate and there was nervous energy within the group.
They had to stay ahead of those who would seek to destroy them.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said. “See if we can’t add some extra protection to the new place.” Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.
After so many years together, he could read her like a book. There was no extra protection. They were a pack of misfits and deserters, and the hunt for them would never end.
“I’m going to go cook breakfast,” she said, pulling away from him. “Killian’s gathering the troops for a pack meeting and we have some ravenous wolves waiting.” He released her reluctantly, stretching out the aches of his sleep.
“I’ll be there soon,” he promised, sitting up. She nodded in acceptance, taking her absence and leaving him with silence.
A familiar feeling bubbled in his stomach as he readied himself for the day. Hopefulness, nerves, excitement. It was the usual conjunction that followed the announcement of another new beginning.
With any luck, this would be the one. The place that would become home. The house that would be their sanctuary. A time where they would be safe.
But as he left the room, a feeling of dread washed over him.
They weren’t safe. They never would be.