Demon with Wolves (Shadowpeak Wolves Book 3) Page 8

  Some detective work, Dusty thought sourly. Obviously, the gossip mill was working overtime.

  “I thought I would offer you my help.”

  Dusty looked at her in confusion. “With what?”

  “Well, with learning how to take care of Cain, of course. I know you’re not used to doing housework or cooking. I mean, it’s not like you can do anything else, can you?”

  Don’t get angry, don’t give her the satisfaction.

  Dusty gritted her teeth and forced a smile onto her face. “Why, actually, I have very little time for housework. Cain keeps me far too busy for that, if you know what I mean.”

  Samantha’s eyes flared then she smiled tightly. “Well, if you’re sure you don’t need me.”

  “I don’t. Oh, and take the muffins with you. Neither of us like those flavors.”

  “But I never told you what flavors they are,” Samantha protested.

  “You don’t have to. I’ll walk you to the door.”

  As the small car pulled away fast, Dusty let her anger free.

  “Bitch,” she growled.

  * * * * *

  Cain smiled as he drove up the dirt track to his house. He was happy. Not an emotion he was used to.

  And it was because of Dusty. She’d been in his home, in his bed, for the last two nights.

  Right where she should be.

  Stripping off his clothes, he shifted into his wolf. Transformation complete, the forest came alive before him, his senses sharpened.

  He ran the perimeter around his house, checking for disturbances. He’d worked a long shift and wanted nothing more than to race inside, find Dusty and make love to her all night.

  But this was an old habit. He considered this little patch his—his territory, his mate. And he would protect it.

  He turned back to where he’d left his clothes and changed back to human form.

  Except for the meeting, she hadn’t left the house, and he could feel her restlessness. Having little to do was wearing on her.

  He needed to talk to Cooper about reassigning her temporarily. Physically, she might be limited, but there was nothing wrong with her brain. And they needed all the help they could get. They still had no leads on who was hunting Laney.

  Once dressed, he made his way through the forest and into his house.

  Opening the door, his senses reeled with the stench of burned food and smoke. Racing toward the kitchen, he came to a skidding halt when he spotted Dusty, her face scrunched, flapping around a dishcloth as a skillet lay sizzling in the sink.

  She’d pulled her hair back into a ponytail, but wisps had fought their way free, falling about her face. Her clothes were splattered with food and grease, and the kitchen was covered in more bowls, plates, and pans than he thought he’d owned.

  Cain bit back a smile.

  He held in the urge to laugh.

  And he stopped himself from grabbing her, picking her up and sprinting off with her into the bedroom.

  Instead, he cleared his throat.

  She glanced up, letting out a screech, her hand rising to her chest. “Damn it, Cain, don’t sneak up on me.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “I’m surprised I could.”

  He could have sworn a glimpse of guilt crossed her face. But that didn’t make any sense.

  “I can’t do this!” She raised her hands in the air, her voice filled with angry frustration.

  “Can’t do what?”

  “This-this domestic stuff. I can’t do it. I can’t cook, I can’t bake, I can’t iron. Do you know that yesterday I set the potatoes on fire in the microwave?”

  Yeah, he’d found the charred remains in the garden.

  “And I burned a hole in your shirt.”

  He couldn’t figure out why she’d ironed one when he rarely wore them but didn’t question her. “You don’t need to do any of that. I can cook for us both, and I can do my own laundry.”

  “It’s not like I have anything else to do! I’m stuck here all day, going insane. This is not who I am. I was an enforcer, I helped protect the pack. I don’t bake cream cakes and polish silverware.”

  “Luckily I don’t have any silverware.”

  She threw the dishcloth onto the counter before slamming her way out the door and limping onto the porch. Following, he stood beside her as she looked longingly at the forest, her hands grasping the rail.

  “I hate this. I feel useless.”

  “You need something to do—something that will get you out of the house.”

  She snorted. “Except I’m pretty much stuck, aren’t I? As Samantha said, I’m no good for anything else, so I’d better learn how to do this housework crap if I’m going to earn my keep.”

  “She said what?” Cain whispered furiously.

  Dusty looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes miserable.

  “She came over yesterday to ‘teach’ me how to look after my man.”

  “That bitch.”

  Dusty sent him a small smile. “Yeah.”

  Cain had never liked Samantha, had never understood what Jesse saw in her.

  “She loved having something to lord over me. Something she’s better at.”

  “So why didn’t you kick her ass?”

  She stared at him, startled before a slow grin crossed her face. His wolf settled down, his hackles smoothing over. He was still angry at Samantha, but she wasn’t his problem. His woman could take care of her.

  “I didn’t want to clean up the mess,” she drawled.

  “You could have made her do it since she’s so good at housework.”

  Dusty laughed. A full, joyous sound and his heart filled.

  “She doesn’t like you, does she?”

  Dusty shook her head. “Nah, Jesse and I, we used to be good friends. When she started seeing him, she became really jealous of me. She tried to warn me off. I told her to get lost. But she managed to create this rift between us. I don’t know what she told him about me, but when I’m around them both, he doesn’t talk to me. She acts all sweetness and light when he’s close, but when he leaves the devil comes out.”

  “I don’t care how crap you are at housework. You don’t have to do a thing. I didn’t bring you here to be my house slave.”

  He stepped up to the railing beside her.

  She turned her head, smiling up at him. “Just your sex slave, huh?”

  “Really? I didn’t realize that was an option.”

  She snorted. He pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

  “Did you have a nice run while I was attempting to burn down the house?” She gestured toward the trees with a nod.

  His heart clenched at the hint of sadness in her eyes. He hugged her tighter. “Your leg will heal. Then you’ll be out there with me. I can’t comprehend how hard it must be on you, holding back your wolf. Did the doctor say how long it would be until the plate in your thigh can be removed?”

  She shook her head.

  Sympathy washed through him. He couldn’t imagine not changing for weeks on end. But foreign objects wouldn’t change with them, and if she switched forms with the metal plate still in her thigh, it could do irreparable damage.

  “When’s your next doctor’s appointment? I want to come with you.”

  She shook her head again.

  He turned her, so she faced him. Grabbing the porch rail on either side of her, he caged her in his arms. “Cat got your tongue?”

  “I’m not sure when my next appointment is. But you’re not coming with me. And it’s no cat who’s been stealing my tongue lately.”

  Dusty ran her tongue over her lips. His breath caught in his throat before whooshing out on a sigh.

  “We’ll see. And I can think of several things to do with that tongue.” His gaze fixated on her mouth.

  “Can you just?” She reached down to stroke his cock.

  Cain groaned, throwing his head back as she moved that small, silky hand around his throbbing dick.

  “Sweetheart, stop.”


  “Why?”

  He reached down and grasped her hand, pulling it away.

  “Because I don’t intend to come in two seconds like some juvenile.”

  “Then how do you want to come?” she asked, laughing at him with her eyes.

  “In you.”

  He stripped her quickly, batting away her hands when she tried to help. Lifting her, he set her on the rail.

  “Part your legs,” he ordered, tapping one thigh with his hand when she didn’t move. She opened them slowly.

  “Gorgeous,” he breathed, bending slightly as her pussy came into sight. Succulent, pretty and pink. He used his thumbs to widen her farther. “I could stare at you all day long.”

  “I hope you’re planning on doing more than just looking.”

  Her face was stamped with arousal and need. Straightening, he gazed down at her, running a finger through her moist folds.

  “Hmm, let me think,” he murmured thoughtfully, moving that one finger up and down, never touching her clit.

  “Damn it, Cain.” Her gaze snapped with need.

  He grabbed her shoulder with his free hand as she attempted to push herself off the railing. “Stay still. You won’t move unless I give you permission to.”

  “I won’t?”

  He nearly grinned at the bite in her voice.

  “Trust me.”

  Still staring at him suspiciously, she remained on the railing.

  Cupping her breasts, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. Her head fell back. Grasping the invitation, he kissed along her smooth, pale neck.

  Moving down her body, Cain knelt between her legs, brushing his lips over her smooth, pale thighs.

  “Cain,” she moaned, wiggling. He slapped her leg.

  “No moving or I’ll stop.”

  She growled, stilling, and he continued on with his mission.

  When he reached her pussy, he licked her—one long, slow swipe over her glistening lips. She gasped, her legs quivering beside his face as he repeated the action, this time flicking her clit when he reached the top of her folds.

  “Oh God, more, please more.”

  He continued the action, over and over, loving how her voice grew frantic, the way she shook around him as he drove her higher and over the top into bliss.

  As she came, her body shivering, he grabbed her around the waist, turning her until she faced the forest.

  “Condom?” she asked, turning her head. He raced into the house. Sheathing his cock, he sprinted back to where she stood, waiting for him.

  He thrust two fingers inside her pussy. Her delicious sheath sucked on him as he drove his fingers in and out. He tapped her clit with his thumb until she was near mindless with pleasure.

  “Cain, please,” she groaned.

  Pulling back, he lined his cock up and sank in deep. Her muscles grabbed at him, pulsating, enveloping his dick.

  “Yes,” she cried out.

  He wasn’t going to last long.

  “Hold the railing,” he demanded, shocked by his lack of control. He’d intended to go slowly. But he couldn’t stop now.

  Cain grasped her hips with his hands and drew her up off the ground, thrusting harder, faster until his release blindsided him. His balls tightened, his release shooting from his dick in fast spurts. His satisfied shout reverberated throughout the forest as he came.

  Panting, almost shaking with the force of his orgasm, he slowly lowered her to the ground, withdrawing from her reluctantly.

  “Okay, sweetheart?”

  Cain tugged her around to face him, a little concerned when she didn’t say anything. She snuggled up against his chest, melting his heart. He held her close, nuzzling her head, drawing her scent around him.

  “Dusty?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Nothing.” He almost chuckled. “Just wanted to make sure you were still here.”

  Dusty pulled back, looking at Cain curiously.

  “Will you ever give me control?” she asked. “In the bedroom?”

  His eyes flashed yellow. His wolf was close to the surface.

  “No,” he growled. He watched her, the wolf cagily gauging her reaction. “That a problem?”

  Surprisingly, it wasn’t. Giving in to him in the bedroom made her hot. But she had no intentions of handing over the reins in any other part of her life.

  And as much as she enjoyed following his lead during sex, she wasn’t about to roll over and simply give in. Where was the fun in that?

  “Really? We could take turns because I have some ideas…”

  He crowded her, trapping her between his large body and the railing. Her legs were caught within his hard, hot thighs. Leaning down, he nipped her bottom lip.

  Dusty’s heart raced, reacting to the dominant sexuality in his stance, his gaze. He was so close, his heat singeing her skin. He ran his thumb over the lip he’d bitten, soothing the slight pain.

  Cain’s cheek rasped against hers, his day-old growth slightly rough against her skin as he whispered in her ear. “I’d get those thoughts out of your head right now, sweetheart because it’s not ever going to happen.”

  Shivers ran up and down her spine. Turning her head, she bit his ear, smiling as he jumped.

  “Scared?” she asked.

  He lifted her, setting her on the rail. Dusty wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Turning, one hand under her butt, he carried her into the house to the bedroom.

  “Terrified.” He was grinning as he said it.

  She snorted.

  He dropped her on the bed and stared down at her, his cock already hardening.

  “Have I told you how damn sexy you are? I should make it a rule, no clothes in the house.”

  “You going to follow that rule as well?” she asked. She ran her gaze over his broad shoulders down his large, thick chest to his defined abs. He made her mouth water in a way chocolate never could.

  He chuckled. “Maybe not. We’d never get anything done.”

  Sitting beside her, he played with one nipple, pinching, tugging as his gaze remained on her face.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long. You in my house, my bed.”

  Dusty stared up at him, struggling to fight her arousal. But it was impossible. Fire raged through her stomach, surrounding her pussy.

  “Why?”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Why? Because you’re sexy, beautiful, snarky, strong and mine. Totally mine. I don’t intend to ever let you go.”

  Her breath caught, whether from his words or the naughty fingers that had wandered down to tap against her clit, she wasn’t sure.

  “There is a lot we can’t control in life, Dusty. But there are some things that can stay solid and strong. Like a relationship. No matter what goes on around us, I intend to be there for you. Always. You’re mine, and you’ll stay mine.”

  His words had barely sunk in when he circled her clit faster, harder. Her pussy clenched, muscles clamping down.

  “Uh-uh.”

  She cried out as he stopped.

  “No coming. Not yet.”

  “Not fair.”

  Cain shook his head. Kneeling between her open legs, he cupped her mound, his palm searing her folds. Dusty struggled, trying to move her hips, to find some friction.

  “I want to come,” she demanded.

  He pulled back and frowned at her.

  “No moving,” he ordered.

  “Sadistic bastard.” She glared at him, but he didn’t budge. He grabbed a pillow.

  “Raise your hips.”

  He placed the pillow under her hips.

  He pushed a thick finger inside her, making her groan. It wasn’t enough, not nearly enough. “I need your cock. Inside me. Now.”

  “I want you to move your stuff in here. Live with me permanently.”

  Dusty’s breath caught in her throat as he withdrew his finger and, using her own juices to aid him, pressed his finger into her ass.

  “Don’t stiffen up. Relax. Good. Very good,�
�� Cain crooned, rubbing her stomach with his free hand as he moved his finger in her ass. He worked her up to two fingers.

  “Dear Lord, help me.” Her head thrashed on the pillow as he drove his fingers into her back passage.

  “Will you do that, baby? Move in with me?”

  “This is unfair.”

  “Hey, with you, I have to use all the advantages I’ve got.” He drew his fingers out then thrust them inside once more. She stared at him through blurry eyes, her body heavy with arousal.

  “You okay, sweetheart?”

  Dusty nodded. He lay on his stomach between her legs and lapped at her clit. Pleasure steamrolled her, firing through her blood.

  “Cain,” she groaned as he moved away, pulling his fingers free.

  “Not yet.”

  “I want to come.”

  “Not yet. I want you to suffer a little. Like the way I suffer all day, thinking about you. I’m constantly hard.”

  She moaned as he pressed his thumb against her clit, not moving, simply resting it there, driving her insane with desire.

  “Bastard,” she groaned.

  He licked her entrance, his thumb rubbing her distended nub ever so slightly.

  Dusty didn’t like suffering.

  Lord help her, she loved it.

  Kneeling, he nudged her entrance with his cock, sliding into her.

  “Oohh.”

  “That’s it, let yourself go. I’ll catch you.”

  She knew he would. He drove deep. Every nerve ending sung. Each thrust was harder than the one before, faster.

  “I love being inside you, baby. I swear every time I take you I become more addicted.”

  “Cain, let me come. I need it so bad.”

  “Get ready. Come now,” he ordered. He arched, his roar of release filling the room. It pushed her over the edge, sent her soaring. She came hard, clamping down on his cock.

  Cain rolled to her side as she lay dazed, panting heavily, sweat coating her body. She barely stirred as he dragged her into his arms. Resting her head against his chest, she snuggled closer.

  “That was incredible.”

  “That it was,” he replied.

  A sharp smack landed on her bottom.

  “Hey, what was that for?” she asked, rubbing her offended butt cheek. His hand was as hard as a wooden paddle.

  “For not answering me.”