She slumped a little. “But…? ” She looked up at him with a mixture of emotions—hope, worry, insecurity.
“I don’t want to give up control.” Well, a hell lot more than that. He didn’t want to give her up, period.
Her lips twitched up slightly.
“Yeah, well, it’s a natural curse when you’re an alpha pack leader. Give no quarter.”
“But…? ”
“If I make you mine to prevent the other grays from having you, Devlyn might choose to fight me because of it—if I didn’t get his permission first. All packs have female shortages. He may want to give you to one of his own sub pack leaders.”
Not that Hunter wanted that, but alpha leaders didn’t mate betas. Both an alpha male and female ran the pack. If Tessa wasn’t alpha enough, she would never survive as his mate. Devlyn could pair her off with a subleader or a beta. If Tessa stayed with Hunter, there wasn’t any way he was giving her to anyone else and that could put her in harm’s way. He couldn’t do that. But he didn’t have the heart to tell her she might not be able to be an alpha’s mate.
He took her into the room and shut the door.
She folded her arms and glowered at him. “Right, damn it. Like some guy I don’t even know can come here and tell me who I have to marry.”
“Mate. We don’t marry.”
Her brows rose.
“I have a lot more to tell you about us before you really know what you’re getting into.” Although he wasn’t sure how much to reveal all at once.
For a moment, she looked annoyed, and he figured it had to do with not saying he’d fight for her. He had no qualms about fighting Devlyn for her, but the fact of the matter still remained he had to do what was right for Tessa’s safety.
But then Tessa began unbuttoning her blouse. He recognized that devious look in her eyes that meant she was up to something. Get him so worked up he didn’t want to give her up, perhaps. He didn’t want to give her to anyone, but if it meant keeping her safe, he’d… well, he’d have to do what was right for her.
Hesitating, he didn’t want to give her the wrong message. She gave him a wickedly sinful smile in response and that decided it. Talk about having no willpower when it came to the red-haired goddess.
She ran her fingers down Hunter’s chest with a provocative stroke of her long nails and reached for his waistband. “What happened to your pack? Are they the ones Leidolf said were in Portland?”
What pack? Hell, his other head was thinking for him now.
He yanked her shirt down to her elbows, leaned over, and kissed her soft throat, his voice husky when he replied, “They weren’t happy about losing their homes in California to the forest fire. They thought living in a city would be a nice change. But we’re not urban wolves. Leidolf’s pack is established in Portland. He has every right to defend his territory against encroachers.”
“Hmm,” she murmured, lifting her chin as he ran his mouth lower, trailing kisses over her collarbone, down to the top edge of the lacy bra covering the swell of her breasts.
Despite not looking to see where her fingers roamed, she dipped them inside his sweatpants and a shiver of need stole through him.
Lower, he silently pleaded, wanting her to stroke the itch she’d created. And she touched him, smiling when his arousal jumped in her hand.
Unable to restrain the urge to rip off her clothes and have his way with her, he reached down and attempted to unbuckle her belt, vowing she’d wear sweats like him from now on, less to remove and lots quicker.
She chuckled as he fumbled with the belt, and he growled. Somehow, despite his lust-soaked brain, he was able to remove Tessa’s clothes without destroying them, baring all that luscious skin, her pert breasts, the nipples already peaked, but screened by her silky mane of red hair. She trembled in the frigid room, and Hunter scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
“Then you’ll have to go to Portland and bring them back.”
Bring who back? Hell, all he cared about was Tessa at the moment. And he sure was rethinking the Devlyn situation, cousin or no, alpha leader problems notwithstanding. “I can’t leave you behind while I deal with my pack.”
He set her on the bed, then climbed onto the mattress and pulled the covers over them to keep the chill out. Trailing a finger around his nipples, she tortured his body, caressing with featherlight touches. “Why does the stalker want me for real?”
Jeez, she had to ask? Everything about her was sexier than sin—just to look at, to touch, to taste, to smell her special scent. But beyond that? She drugged him with her easygoing manner, her innocence, yet her strength to right wrong, to persist when everything told her the situation was futile, to risk her life to protect him. What more could a lupus garou ask for in a mate?
He gave a ragged sigh, hating that she’d garnered others’ interest as well. “Your pheromones, looks, actions. You caught his attention, but he’s cautious in taking you because he’s a beta.”
He kissed her lips, possessively, craving every inch of her, to hold, to protect, to keep her for his own forever.
“Ahh, betas, of course. Your sister and Cara are alphas, aren’t they?”
He groaned inwardly. Some part of his brain realized it was important for her to talk about this, but he sure as hell wanted to get on with what his other brain felt was important. “Yeah.”
“And Rourke and Ashton?” Her fingers slid over Hunter’s arm, her gaze focused on the way his muscle tensed.
“Betas.”
“What would I be?” Her eyes shifted to his, and he could see the concern there.
Hunter took a deep breath. “All that I want in a woman.”
Her jaw tightened, her green eyes spearing him with a determined look. “I’m an alpha,” she said, with great conviction. When he smiled, she pinched his pebbled nipple with a gentle squeeze. “You don’t think so?”
He nuzzled her face, wanting to make love, but wanting to clear the air between them first. “Sometimes you’re definitely an alpha.” He couldn’t lie to her and say she was always one, because he wasn’t sure how she’d fare among the alpha of his kind, but he hated the way her brows pinched together, when he wanted to reassure her instead.
“A beta’s not good, is it?”
He cleared his throat. Without betas, a lupus garou pack would constantly be in turmoil, alphas butting heads, what a mess. “Betas in a pack are fine. Alphas must lead the pack though.”
“So if I were a beta and you turned me, I’d be stuck with someone like Rourke?”
Hunter tightened his hold on her. Hell, no way.
“Or someone of Devlyn’s choosing,” she whispered.
“We’ll talk about it later.” He ran his fingers over her smooth cheek and kissed her velvety lips, loving the way every bit of her felt to him, melding to him.
She parted her lips for him and touched her tongue to his, a sexy dominating caress, and then thrusting into his mouth, exploring, conquering, nearly undoing him.
He moaned and pushed her onto her back, her silky hair falling against the sheets, and he couldn’t deny she was the most sensual and intriguing woman he’d ever met.
With a gentle push of his knee, he spread her thighs, opening her sweet body to him, her short red curls drenched, her swollen pink lips wanting. Her eyes half-lidded, she more than obliged, her hands tugging at his hips to join her.
Sliding his engorged arousal into her tight sheath, he savored the way her body stroked him as he thrust into her, clenching, tightening, wringing him to the nth degree, heightening the exquisite pleasure. He cupped her face and conquered her mouth with his, her lips and tongue fueling his desire. Tightening her hands on his back, she arched against him, deepening the bond, their hearts beating hard, their breathing heavy and ragged.
For the moment, she was all his, but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough unless he could have her for all eternity.
As if she felt it was her last chance at convincing him she wanted him to choose her for his mate, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, pressuring him to deepen his thrusts. And he gladly did her bidding, diving deeper, craving completion, wanting to find release in the only woman he’d ever desired making his own.
She moaned, her orgasm gripping him with waves of pleasure, pulling him to the edge, and he quickly followed with a staggering climax that left him sated, but he knew it would never be enough.
Before he could roll off Tessa and pull her into his arms to enjoy the afterglow, someone pounded on the bedroom door as the wind roared over the house. Ignoring whoever it was, he shook his head and drew Tessa on top of him, wanting to snuggle and sleep, to recharge their batteries before they faced much more trouble.
“Hunter, I got through on the phone to the sheriff’s office. Wind’s are gusting up to one hundred miles per hour. Tessa’s roof sounds like it’s about to go. The sheriff’s department wants everyone evacuated from the coastal areas,” Rourke warned.
Tessa kissed Hunter’s cheek, her hand caressing his chest. “Maybe it’s time to go to Portland.”
Hunter agreed. “Pack two vehicles, Ashton’s pickup since it made it before, and Meara’s SUV. We’ll be out in a minute, Rourke.”
He yanked the covers aside and grabbed Tessa’s clothes and handed them to her, taking a long look at her tantalizing body, her breasts heavy, her nipples taut, a slight sheen of perspiration making her skin shimmer, and slightly red from all the hot friction they’d created. She gave him the same kind of salacious look, grinned at him when he caught her eye, and dressed.
When they entered the living room, something crashed outside and Tessa jumped. Ashton and Rourke ran to the front window and peered out.
“Ah, hell,” Ashton said. “There goes my new truck.”
Hunter shook his head, not happy about having to take Rourke’s truck instead.
“We’d better hurry before another tree comes down.” Rourke jerked on his parka. “Do we take my truck now?”
