vibrating through his body.
He grabbed the back of her head, turning her so that he could deepen the kiss.
Taking what she offered, he demanded more, obviously not caring any more than she
did that they were surrounded by so much of the pack.
Ali could smell when the bitches who’d been tending to him left in disgust. She
broke off the kiss, but remained bent over him, staring into those deep blue eyes, which
were streaked with silver. The smell of his pain was still there but it was the raw energy
that coursed through him that grabbed her attention.
“Where does it hurt most?” she whispered, not wanting to straighten.
More than anything she didn’t want to acknowledge anyone else in the room. Her
sire was here somewhere. If he made a scene, lunged forward because his cub had just
made a public spectacle of herself, she would die.
She didn’t smell anyone but Stone now. For all she knew or cared at that moment,
they could have been alone in the pack doctor’s house.
“The only pain I’m feeling at the moment, you’re going to take care of later,” Stone
whispered, and then pulled her face closer and nipped at her lip.
The sharp pain from his quick bite sent a rush of excitement through her. His words
tortured her. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe, wanted nothing else than to drag him out
of there, demand that he fuck her now.
She sucked in a breath, finally straightening. A quick glance told her that Gabe and
Pamela stood right next to them. They’d offered a shield preventing others from having
seen her bold actions.
Ali licked her lip, returning her attention to Stone.
“You should see what the other werewolf looks like,” Gabe teased, walking behind
his twin and frowning as he looked at the claw marks going down Stone’s back.
Ali took the ointment off the table that the other bitches had been using. Stone
didn’t move when she rubbed it into his torn flesh.
“He got everything he deserved,” Stone said through gritted teeth.
“You going to tell me what happened?” Ali asked.
“I’d like to hear your version too.” Tip Rochester had walked up to them, Renee
right next to him.
“Rub that ointment in really well,” Renee instructed Ali. She placed some large
bandages on the table. “Put these over the deep ones. He’ll be sore tonight but my guess
is he’ll be fine in the morning.”
“Stone, this is our pack leader, Tip Rochester,” Gabe said, quickly offering
introductions.
Ali stepped back when Stone stood. She realized then that her sire had entered the
dining room from the kitchen. He had a scratch over his forehead, but otherwise simply
looked annoyed. He frowned when he noticed her.
“Stone McAllister,” Stone said and shook hands with the pack leader. “You’ll have
to forgive me. I’m sure I get credit for starting the fight. But where I come from,
werewolves don’t beat up bitches.”
Tip nodded and then looked past him at her sire.
“He’s part of your crew, Jonathan?” Tip asked.
Jonathan stepped further into the room, watching Ali as she applied the ointment to
Stone.
“Yup. His den is here.” Jonathan nodded to Gabe. “Stone here is just passing
through.”
Ali met her sire’s gaze, knowing the last comment was directed toward her. A
sinking feeling hit her gut. Stone didn’t say anything to counter her sire’s statement.
Tip looked around at all of them and then patted Renee on the shoulder. “Well, it
looks like they’ll all survive. I’ll take a drive up into the mountains, see how the dens
are doing up there.”
The large Cariboo turned and left the dining room, and a few minutes later left the
house.
“Where’s your shirt?” Ali finished putting the bandages on the deeper cuts on
Stone’s back then turned to look at the smaller cuts on his neck.
If the other werewolf looked worse, then
He grabbed the back of her head, turning her so that he could deepen the kiss.
Taking what she offered, he demanded more, obviously not caring any more than she
did that they were surrounded by so much of the pack.
Ali could smell when the bitches who’d been tending to him left in disgust. She
broke off the kiss, but remained bent over him, staring into those deep blue eyes, which
were streaked with silver. The smell of his pain was still there but it was the raw energy
that coursed through him that grabbed her attention.
“Where does it hurt most?” she whispered, not wanting to straighten.
More than anything she didn’t want to acknowledge anyone else in the room. Her
sire was here somewhere. If he made a scene, lunged forward because his cub had just
made a public spectacle of herself, she would die.
She didn’t smell anyone but Stone now. For all she knew or cared at that moment,
they could have been alone in the pack doctor’s house.
“The only pain I’m feeling at the moment, you’re going to take care of later,” Stone
whispered, and then pulled her face closer and nipped at her lip.
The sharp pain from his quick bite sent a rush of excitement through her. His words
tortured her. Suddenly she couldn’t breathe, wanted nothing else than to drag him out
of there, demand that he fuck her now.
She sucked in a breath, finally straightening. A quick glance told her that Gabe and
Pamela stood right next to them. They’d offered a shield preventing others from having
seen her bold actions.
Ali licked her lip, returning her attention to Stone.
“You should see what the other werewolf looks like,” Gabe teased, walking behind
his twin and frowning as he looked at the claw marks going down Stone’s back.
Ali took the ointment off the table that the other bitches had been using. Stone
didn’t move when she rubbed it into his torn flesh.
“He got everything he deserved,” Stone said through gritted teeth.
“You going to tell me what happened?” Ali asked.
“I’d like to hear your version too.” Tip Rochester had walked up to them, Renee
right next to him.
“Rub that ointment in really well,” Renee instructed Ali. She placed some large
bandages on the table. “Put these over the deep ones. He’ll be sore tonight but my guess
is he’ll be fine in the morning.”
“Stone, this is our pack leader, Tip Rochester,” Gabe said, quickly offering
introductions.
Ali stepped back when Stone stood. She realized then that her sire had entered the
dining room from the kitchen. He had a scratch over his forehead, but otherwise simply
looked annoyed. He frowned when he noticed her.
“Stone McAllister,” Stone said and shook hands with the pack leader. “You’ll have
to forgive me. I’m sure I get credit for starting the fight. But where I come from,
werewolves don’t beat up bitches.”
Tip nodded and then looked past him at her sire.
“He’s part of your crew, Jonathan?” Tip asked.
Jonathan stepped further into the room, watching Ali as she applied the ointment to
Stone.
“Yup. His den is here.” Jonathan nodded to Gabe. “Stone here is just passing
through.”
Ali met her sire’s gaze, knowing the last comment was directed toward her. A
sinking feeling hit her gut. Stone didn’t say anything to counter her sire’s statement.
Tip looked around at all of them and then patted Renee on the shoulder. “Well, it
looks like they’ll all survive. I’ll take a drive up into the mountains, see how the dens
are doing up there.”
The large Cariboo turned and left the dining room, and a few minutes later left the
house.
“Where’s your shirt?” Ali finished putting the bandages on the deeper cuts on
Stone’s back then turned to look at the smaller cuts on his neck.
If the other werewolf looked worse, then
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