Stolen and Forgiven (Branded Packs #1)(56)

Widening her knees, she angled herself to sink even deeper onto his cock. Soren hissed, lifting his hips to meet her, his balls pressed against her ass.

They both froze in pleasure, then he tilted back his head, his howl vibrating deep inside of her.

Lifting herself until just the tip of his cock remained at her entrance, she sharply plunged downward. His fingers pressed into her hips, his snarls of pleasure sending goose bumps over her skin.

Refusing to dwell on the sweet intimacy that was weaving a spell of enchantment between them, she concentrated on the sensation of Soren’s quickening thrusts; her soft purrs rumbling in the air and her muscles quivering as her orgasm thundered toward a rapturous peak.

Soren muttered something beneath his breath, pumping into her at a furious pace. Squeezing her eyes shut, she sank her claws into his chest, unconsciously marking him as she was thrust into a cataclysmic climax.

Cora trembled in ecstasy, convulsing around him as he gave one more driving plunge of his cock and howled out the pleasure of his own orgasm.

****

The day passed in a sensual haze. Not only were there delicious hours of exploring each other’s bodies, re-discovering how to give each other the greatest pleasure, but they’d snuggled on the couch, watching old movies and eating a huge pot of her favorite chili that Soren had insisted on cooking, as well.

It was nearly dusk when they’d tumbled into an exhausted nap, both making up for the past week of sleepless nights.

Cora woke to discover herself tangled in Soren’s arms, the shadows in the room warning her that she’d slept longer than she’d intended.

Just for a moment, she allowed herself to savor the feel of the warm male body pressed against her and the scent of musk that clung to her skin.

She’d missed this.

The warmth. The intimacy. The absolute knowledge she wasn’t alone.

Torn between the desire to kiss Soren awake and the need to put some distance between them, Cora reluctantly slid out of the bed and pulled on her clothes. After writing a short note, she forced herself to leave the cabin.

Any decisions she made concerning her wolf wouldn’t be made when she was still tingling from the pleasure of his touch.

Slipping out the back door, she headed directly through the thick woods that separated the Packs. It was late enough that most shifters would be home with their families, eating an evening meal. However, it was possible there were still a few at the communal area.

Soren’s suggestion of casual competitions had been a stroke of genius. It not only allowed the more aggressive Pack members to release their frustrations, it also gave the submissives an opportunity to use their instinctive ability to nurture their people. Soren’s efforts along with a few suggestions from her had eased the tensions and promised to build relationships that would hopefully lead to a peaceful future.

But the reduction of potential hostilities meant that shifters felt comfortable mingling in the public areas, and tonight, Cora preferred to avoid being seen. Her thoughts were too muddled to share polite chitchat.

She didn’t realize just how muddled they were until she caught the unmistakable scent of humans only a few feet away.

Shit.

She came to a sharp halt, her cat stirring with unease.

It wasn’t astonishing that a group of humans had invaded their private compound. The bastards assumed they had the right to make surprise inspections whenever they felt the urge.

But she’d never seen them without an Alpha with them to act as an escort. Or at least that’s what the humans had claimed when they’d demanded her father go with them. She privately knew there was a decent chance they would get mauled if they were ever caught alone in the compound.

“Who’s there?” she called out, her stomach clenching as she heard the crack of branches and three of the humans circled behind her so she was effectively surrounded. “Show yourself.”

A tall male stepped from the shadows dressed in camouflage pants with a matching coat that did nothing to disguise his muscled bulk. His face was broad with heavy jowls, and his hair was buzzed military short.

“Cora Wilder?” he asked.

Her mouth went dry. How the hell did they know her name?

“Who are you?”

He shrugged. “You can call me sir.”

Jackass.

“What do you want?”

“You.”

She glanced over her shoulder at the men who were blocking the path behind her, acutely aware of how isolated she was in the thick woods.

“Why?”

The man planted his hands on his hips, the gesture emphasizing the gun that was holstered at his waist.

“That will be explained at HQ.”

She blinked in shock. HQ. He had to mean the headquarters of SAU.

Every shifter knew that the secretive organization had several nerve-centers spread throughout the world, but only a rare few had ever visited.

Or rather, only a rare few lived to reveal they’d been inside an SAU building, she silently conceded. Who knew how many had been taken, never to return?

The thought made her break out in a cold sweat. She had to get away, but there was no way she could overpower six men. Even if they were human.

Especially when they were carrying weapons.

She could either attempt to keep them distracted long enough to try and make a break for it, or hope that a shifter might come close enough to sense that she was in trouble.