Page 79 of Mated By the Pack
“No!” I answer, shuddering and shaking with every thrust.
“Promise me again that you won’t keep anything from us like this, and I’ll make it even better,” he says. “I’ll make you come for me.”
I gasp and my eyes get wide. I’m not sure it’s possible, but I’m learning not to doubt my new mates. I’m learning not to doubt most of the things I thought were impossible.
“I promise, Caleb,” I whimper. “I won’t keep anything else from you. Any of you. It was a mistake.”
“Sounds like you mean it. Repenting is always the first step,” he growls, moving his hand from my hip to my clit. “But I’m going to trust you, because you’re my mate. Don’t make me regret it.”
“I won’t,” I cry out as his finger begins swirling around the tight nub.
Caleb’s finger strokes my clit, moving in quick circles, while he drives bone-rattling thrusts deep into my ass. The sensation is overwhelming, especially when he settles into a rhythm that doesn’t slow. Hard thrusts rock the chair, a few of them vicious enough to drive the air from my lungs in quick, stuttering gasps. Yet his finger works as a perfect counterpoint, stroking relentlessly and methodically.
“I can feel that orgasm building inside you, mate,” he says. “But I want to feel you explode. You can do that for me, right?”
“Y-yes,” I whimper.
“Then do it,” he demands, slapping my ass and moving the finger circling my clit even faster. “Come for me like a good mate.”
Caleb spanks, fucks, and rubs me in the most beautiful way possible. All of the sensations blend together into the pressure that radiates from my core. I’m going to come. Hard. The pressure tightens my muscles until my toes are curled against the concrete, scraping against it every time the chair rocks.
“Caleb!” I cry out as the first pulse of my orgasm waves over me. “Ah! Don’t stop!”
A slap echoes through the warehouse, then another, but I don’t feel the pain. I just feel the bliss shooting through my body. Caleb’s hard thrusts keep the orgasm peaking until it feels like another one is coming. Caleb doesn’t stop. He doesn’t even slow down. His rhythm turns primal, and he digs his nails into my ass, squeezing the last fiery handprint he left there.
“I’m going to come again!” I scream, followed by incomprehensible noise as the pleasure consumes me for the second time.
“Damn right you are,” Caleb grinds out. “And I’m going to fill your tight little ass with so much cum you’ll feel it for days.”
The second orgasm is blinding. I can hardly believe how strong it is, but Caleb’s finger dances on my clit, making the sensations almost overwhelming. I’m seconds from asking for a break, when I feel him throbbing deep in my depths. His raw, primal thrusts keep slamming into me, and I hold on, because I want to feel him just as badly as he wanted to feel me.
“Oh, fuck!” he roars, hips moving with reckless abandon as his seed floods into me.
I should be done, especially with how strong the two orgasms were, but I feel the pressure building again. A response to him—my mate. Caleb’s pleasure is interwoven with mine. Now. Possibly forever. I scream for him until he stills, the last few pulses of his heat making me tremble.
His breath is ragged as he leans against me, making sure I get every drop before he slowly pulls back. I groan with every inch I lose, already knowing I’ll want this again.
“You’re ours, Calla,” he mutters, leaning down to free my wrists from the chair. “And as long as you are, we have to work as a team. I don’t care if Gideon grows ten feet tall, learns to shoot bullets out of his dick, and declares himself Alpha of the entire damn Tangle. We’re still a team, and if you’re going to be our mate, then you’re a part of that.”
“I understand,” I whisper, nodding in agreement.
Caleb finishes untying me and the leather falls to the floor. My knees are wobbly. I feel like I might collapse. Instead, I reach for him. My mate. I hug him with more ferocity than I’ve ever hugged anyone, even my guardian on the day I left.
“I’m so sorry, Caleb,” I whisper. “Not just about keeping secrets. I’m sorry about Silas, too. I’ve met him—or at least his spirit. I understand why the two of you were so close.”
“Silas was the best of us,” Caleb sighs, wrapping his arms around me. “Sure, he was flawed. I know he’d admit that, too. Nobody’s perfect, but we couldn’t have asked for a better leader. His heart… it was just too big for the cruelty that awaited us in The Tangle.”
“You don’t think Gideon could ever fill his shoes?” I ask, leaning back slightly. “If this is something ancient, and there’s more to you and your brothers than what scientists did in a lab, then Gideon may truly become the Alpha of the pack.”
“Yeah, I know,” he grunts. “I saw it as they got your scent. Gideon’s wolf casting a bigger shadow. Jace letting Gideon hold him back from claiming you. Knox siding with them. But it’s not about that for me. If they had just pushed a little harder, Silas would have listened. I don’t want a leader people bow to. I sure as fuck don’t want a pack full of yes-wolves.”
“But you seem to disagree with him about a lot,” I say cautiously. “I mean, you’ve been silent most of the time, but I could see it. It’s almost like you disagree because you don’t trust him.”
Caleb lets out a sharp exhale, releases his grip on me, and turns around. “I guess I don’t. Not really. The only brother I’ve truly trusted since Silas died was Knox. Because he was the only one who held his ground when Silas made the decision that cost him his life.”
“The alternative was to leave them in cages,” I sigh. “Silas was doing what he thought was right.”
“Because that’s what he did,” Caleb growls. “He put others before himself… before the pack. His death taught me that nothing should come before our pack. Not unless we want to keep digging graves. There aren’t enough of us left for many more.”
