Page 61 of Untamed

"What's wrong, my luna?" Mactiir wipes my tears from my face while I stare at him, mute and afraid.

"My sweet cat, let's go," he picks me up, cradling me to his chest. "Don't cry. I'll fix it," he promises. "I'll figure out what's wrong, and I'll fix it."

My tongue is tied in knots. I lay my head on his shoulder. No speaking for me today. I let Mactiir carry me, my tears cold on my cheeks.

Mactiir hurries us into the house, his dark eyes showing just a hint of the emotion I feel boiling under the surface. The worry mixed with a bit of anger. "Here we are, my Bliss. Bathroom, then up to bed."

I rush to pee, then eagerly climb into the nest, waiting impatiently as Mactiir does his routine. He's in the bathroom for a long while. I can hear the whisper of movement, then a low groan, followed by a soft "fuck!"

Water runs, then he's back out, climbing into the nest with me. I curl my body around him as soon as he settles in next to me.

"Here,Qitsuk, come here, and I'll soothe the ache you're feeling." His voice is warm honey.

My she-wolf rumbles as Mactiir leans over us, kissing my mouth. I sigh, parting my lips and my thighs. Impatient, I roll my hips against the thick thigh that has settled in between my legs. Mactiir's muffled curse doesn't stop me from doing it again when it feels so good. Then again, and again, until I have a beautiful rhythm that makes my secret place sing with pleasure. I gasp into his mouth when the pleasure rolls over my body.

"Holy fuck,Qitsuk," Mactiir croaks. "I didn't even touch you, love. Motherfucker, I'm so fucked."

I pull away, a little dazed from the pleasure but concerned with how much agony seems to be in Mactiir's words. He is touching me, one hand cupping one of my breasts over my dress, the other cradling my hip. He must mean feeling me in my secret place.

I nudge him again, feeling the wetness between us. Did he make his white stuff again? Looking down between us, I see his knobby stick. Well, I see the tip of it sticking out through the top of his pants. It's thick and angry-looking, like the ones in the magazine.

Should I try to eat it? Bending, I ignore Mactiir's strangled moan and touch my lips to the tip of his knobby stick. He curses, the rumble in his chest encouraging me to do more.

I close my teeth around and nip the tip.

"Holy shit, kitten!" he yanks me away from his knobby stick so quickly my head spins. I meet his eyes, astonished at his reaction. He looks back at me, then I see his eyes light up, and he throws his head back, laughing.

I pout. My she-wolf and I don't like being laughed at. Seeing my face only makes Mactiir laugh harder, but when I let out a huff and try to climb down from the nest, he stops me. "No, my Bliss. I just... I wasn't expecting... but, shit, I guess I should have, huh?"

He leans in and pecks my nose in a kiss. "Don't be mad. I haven't laughed like that in... I can't remember, actually."

I feel better with his admission. I'm beginning to get this idea that my- that Mactiir - is an important wolf. Always busy, with so many of the pack wanting something from him.

His mouth finds mine, and by the time Mactiir pulls away, I feel much, much better.

"How about I teach you how to do this? Would you let me teach you,Qitsuk?"

I smile at him and start to wriggle down towards his thick knobby stick.

"No, my Bliss," he murmurs. Suddenly, I'm staring at the ceiling, on my back, with Mactiir hovering over me. "First, I'll show you. My turn."

What on... oh.Oh.

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Alpha Jax

"Alpha, we're being watched."

I know we are. In the trees, wolves on feet, staring at our tiny caravan.

My hands clench on the steering wheel as I lock my jaw in anger. I have exposed wolves riding in the back of the trucks. So far, these little spies haven't made a move, but we're fast approaching areas of the road that leave us vulnerable to attack.

We shouldn't be having a problem. Not here. This area is closer to the BlueSnout than the FeraxMaw. How did we make it through the north so quickly, but now we're being spied on?

"BlueSnout or FeraxMaw?" I ask. It makes no sense. BlueSnout is my sister's pack and the alpha, Blout, is friendly, if not a friend.

" BlueSnout. FeraxMaw are more subtle. They make better spies than this. These wolves are sloppy."

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