Pack Enforcer (Were Chronicles Book 2) Page 4

  Kyle’s sister, Alisha, had stayed with Lamont’s Pack and later bonded with one of their males. They were expecting their first child and the threat could be a danger to her. Cain wanted to demand Kyle’s return back to his own Pack, but he nodded, knowing it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t let his personal feelings get in the way of his job. Being a fair Enforcer was important and he couldn’t deny the request, since he had no reason to.

  “Granted, until this is over,” Cain agreed.

  Adam shook his hand and nodded at Kyle. The relief that spread from the young shifter’s face wrapped around Cain. He had done the right thing. Now, he just had to keep Kyle away from Emily. And it wasn’t jealousy, he told himself. He was only looking out for her, like he always had. It was his job.

  Kyle hugged Adam goodbye before Adam headed to the vehicle. Then Kyle joined Cain in front of the house. They both watched as Adam and Christian drove away.

  “Thanks for letting me stay,” Kyle said.

  “No problem,” Cain lied. It was a big fucking problem. “Do you need housing?”

  “No, my sister has a spare room,” Kyle told him.

  “Good.” Cain turned back toward the house. “Why don’t you head over there now? I have to see Lamont.”

  “Sure,” Kyle agreed easily. He waved then jogged to the walkway that would lead him around the Alpha house to where the other homes were located.

  Cain didn’t bother to watch him go. He was already formulating a plan on how to see Emily again. This time alone. As he thought, he strolled back into the house and to the study where his Alpha and brother were waiting.

  They needed to finalize how to catch who was responsible and end the danger to the Packs.

  * * * *

  Cain stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the hook on the wall. He quickly dried off his body before wrapping the linen around his waist. It was close to ten in the evening but this was the first time he’d had any privacy.

  Cain strolled to the side of the bed and picked up his phone. He knew which cabin Emily was staying in and dialed the number by heart.

  She had lived in the Alpha house like him as she’d grown up—on a different floor than Cain, but still close enough that he’d seen her all the time. When she returned from school during holidays now, she always stayed in a small guest house. It was close enough to the Alpha property that she had her privacy, but Cain also knew she was guarded well.

  Still, he wished that just this once they were in the same place. He wouldn’t have to orchestrate a chance meeting.

  “Hello?” she answered the phone.

  “I want you to meet me at eight in the basement,” he told her. He was so nervous his tone was gruff and he forgot all about asking her and demanded instead. Cain closed his eyes in disbelief. He was screwing things up again.

  “What for?” Her voice was cautious with a hint of annoyance.

  He smiled despite himself.

  He almost told her because he’d ordered her to, but he knew that wouldn’t go over well. “You need to get back to training. We’re not sure how long you will be here but while you are here, it won’t hurt to work out. Especially with all that is going on.” He wasn’t used to explaining himself, but he hoped she understood that he was trying. He wanted to also put them back on the same ground.

  She was so quiet he wasn’t sure she was still there.

  “I don’t think…” she started.

  No, no, no, she has to come. He needed another chance. “Eight o’clock, Emily,” he ordered this time. She seemed to respond well to his dominant side. That was something he’d thought about the night before. He hoped this worked.

  She blew out a breath and muttered something.

  “I’ll see you then.” He hung up without another word from her. She’d be there. God, please let her be there.

  Her words in the kitchen had really hit home. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was still acting possessively over her while scaring off any other shifter male that might be interested. Luckily, she had no idea about what he’d really done years ago to warn others away from her. That would surely piss her off.

  The fact remained the same, though, that every time he lost control and gave in to his desire, his need for her, Cain did then push her away.

  He knew he wasn’t good enough for her. Emily deserved someone who was gentle and would cater to her every yearning. Cain couldn’t give that to her. He knew he was an asshole, even though he tried to be different for her. But Cain might as well be honest, at least to himself, he wasn’t going to change.

  Still, he couldn’t continue down the same path. He did want Emily just for himself and refused to let any other shifter around her. He had to change his behavior. He’d come close to losing Emily, which at the time he’d thought was best.

  It didn’t matter, though. In the years that had passed, Cain’s feelings hadn’t gone away. Fuck no, they hadn’t. He was actually more in love with her than he’d been before.

  Emily was such a strong woman and anyone would be lucky to have her attention on them. Cain still worried that her teenage crush would fade away and he would be left alone, never to recover. But it was a risk he was going to have to take. Staying away from Emily didn’t work, trying to push down his feelings was futile, and if he didn’t get to taste her again soon Cain thought he might just go insane.

  Cain dropped back onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling. He needed to get some sleep if he was going to get up early for training with Emily.

  He settled comfortably in bed before he palmed his cock. The moment Emily had answered the phone he’d gotten hard just hearing her voice.

  As he began to stroke himself, he pulled up one of his favorite memories of her.

  Emily had been dressed in white shorts that showed off her toned legs. The snug red tank top she’d worn had left little to the imagination. It had been the annual Fourth of July barbeque and she’d returned home to help celebrate the holiday with her friends. Cain had managed to avoid any contact with her but as the fireworks had begun, Cain had kept his attention on her instead of the glowing night sky.

  With awe in her eyes, she’d thrown her head back to watch the show.

  It might have been the several beers he’d drunk that night, but the sight of Emily standing there so gorgeous and unaware of his attention had made him move closer to her. He could still almost smell the sweet scent of sun tan oil and watermelon that had drifted off her.

  He’d almost reached out to touch her. Cain had even thought to hell with everyone else. She was too beautiful to be standing there alone.

  But his senses had come back at the right moment and he’d backed off and faded into the crowd right before she’d turned around. She hadn’t seen him, but he would always remember the tightness in his chest and how hard he’d been seeing her.

  Cain pumped his shaft faster until he was coming. He grunted at his release. Hopefully he’d be able to fall asleep quickly. He was looking forward to beginning his seduction of Emily.

  * * * *

  Emily arrived tired, annoyed and mad as hell. Who the hell did he think he was? Demanding she be at the gym in the stupid morning before any sane person should be awake. This was her vacation! And he was going back to ordering her around? After what had happened the day before, he was just going to ignore it? Act like the kiss and the groping hadn’t taken place? Oh hell no, she was not letting this go.

  He was waiting on her, of course, standing in sweat pants and no shirt, curling weights. Her heart jumped and lust flowed through her entire body. This had to be a cruel joke. Cain was already sweating and she just wanted to drop down to her knees and yank that loose cotton down his legs. She had to get a handle on the situation.

  “Who the hell do you think you’re ordering me here at the butt crack of dawn to train?” she asked him with her hands on her hips. There, that sounded strong and showed her irritation.

  He smiled at her in the mirror but didn’t turn a
round. Just kept curling the dumbbell.

  When he didn’t answer, she took another step closer. “I’m telling you, Cain, you better stop ordering me around. I’m not going to put up with it.”

  He lifted an eyebrow at her. “You wouldn’t have come if you didn’t want to.”

  She fisted her hands at her sides, and he laughed. “I forgot you’re not a morning person.” He put the weights down and finally turned to her. “Now, would you like to stretch before we get started?” he asked sweetly.

  She switched strategies. “This is not a good idea, Cain.” They should just talk about what had happened. There was no way that she could wrestle around on a mat with him and act like he didn’t affect her.

  Cain continued to smile as he wiped the sweat off his chest. She almost moaned with the need to lick it off.

  “Are you going to prepare or not?” he asked.

  She didn’t respond. Just turned and stomped to the other side of the gym and started stretching. He gave her fifteen minutes before walking over and nodding to the mats. She sighed, but joined him and stood in the middle. Emily bit her bottom lip as she ran her gaze up and down his body.

  On the one hand, she couldn’t wait to feel him against her, but on the other, this was going to be torturous. “Okay.” She raised her arms. “I’m here. Now what?”

  He smiled and circled her. “I think we’ll start with hand-to-hand. You seem to have a problem lately with your reflexes. “

  “What?”

  “You’ve been pretty easily grabbed and touched and…mmm…kissed,” he taunted.

  She lifted her chin. She was a fierce competitor, and he knew it. Insults and challenges were always the way to push at her. Fine, if he wanted to play games, Emily needed to teach him a lesson. This round would go to her and when she was done showing Cain that she wasn’t the same unsure young woman, she was going to get what she wanted.

  “Well, don’t worry. I’m wise to your tricks now so we won’t have that problem again,” she assured him.

  He threw his head back and laughed. Then he shot a foot out at her knee and made her crumble. She fell, but rolled and was right back on her feet.

  “I wasn’t ready,” she told him, then tried a kick of her own that he easily blocked. Emily needed to concentrate. It was obvious that Cain had kept up with his fighting while she’d been gone. She tried a roundhouse kick that he dodged. As he slipped past her, Cain slapped her ass, hard. Emily growled at him.

  That started the twenty-minute battle. She landed on her ass at least a dozen times but was always right back up. She even got in half a dozen blows, one knocking him back pretty good. She finally landed a perfect jab with a kick to the back of the knee, sending him down. She yelled and clapped right before he swept her feet from under her.

  He was on her immediately, sitting on her legs and holding her arms over her head. “Celebrating before your enemy is all the way out is never a good idea, Emily. I taught you better than that.”

  They were both breathing hard, but she smiled. “Got you down.”

  He looked her over with a slow, hungry gaze. “Did you? Hmm… But it looks like I finished on top now, didn’t I?”

  She struggled for a brief moment as he shifted his body in between her legs while still holding her arms above her head. Emily didn’t really want to get away. She was more interested in making Cain work for it.

  “What a very interesting position you seem to be in.” He leaned in close. “Almost helpless.” He licked the side of her face.

  Her breath washed out of her, and she trembled with need. “Cain,” she warned.

  “Yes?” He moved his mouth down and licked her from her collarbone to her ear.

  She couldn’t help it—she moaned. “Don’t. Stop.”

  If he needed to hear her beg she would. If he wanted to drive her crazy he was doing so. Cain could take her any way he craved as long as he finally did. He laughed softly and licked her again, this time from her ear to under her chin. She lifted her face to allow him better access.

  “Which is it? Don’t, or stop, or don’t stop.” He pressed close and teased her lips with his tongue. “Come on, Emily. Get away. Take me down.” He slid his free hand down her body, teasing with light touches.

  “Let go of my hands,” she demanded, her voice heavy with need.

  “Make me.” He brushed his fingers through her clothing over her pussy, just hard enough to have her biting her lip to keep from screaming. “Make me, Emily,” he said again before he took her mouth in a rough kiss.

  He nibbled on her lips. She pushed up and, using his momentum from the kiss, was able to change positions briefly before she was on her back again.

  “Mmm, good.” He rocked against her and she could feel his erection.

  “Cain,” she pleaded.

  He looked her in the eyes and smiled. “Oh, you’ll beg before I’m done, make no mistake.” He took her mouth again, and she already wanted to beg.

  He released her only long enough to pull her shirt off. Before she knew she’d been released he had her hands caged once again. She struggled against his hold, desperate to feel him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

  “I want to touch you. Let go of my hands, Cain,” she said as he continued to kiss her from the collarbone down.

  “Then get your hands loose,” he told her.

  She struggled again, pushing up, and only managed to rub herself against the hardest part of him. For just a moment, she saw spots. She wanted—no, needed—him so bad.

  Then, with his one free hand on her sports bra, he pulled and ripped the material. The sound of the fabric tearing was too much for her. She did beg. “Please, oh God, please.”

  He licked one nipple then blew on it. “Not yet,” he told her, before taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking.

  She screamed, but he didn’t release her. He used his tongue and his teeth until she was sobbing out his name. Her body was on fire. Never had she ever been so turned on in her life. Each tug on her sensitive nub shot through her body.

  “Almost there,” he told her, sliding his body down to concentrate on her stomach.

  He released her hands, but she kept them above her head until he pulled her pants down with his teeth. She moved quickly, pushed up and had him on his back. He let her have the position as she reached down and pulled his pants off. He was wearing nothing underneath, and she purred as she cupped his balls before stroking his cock. Then she was on her back again with his mouth on hers. He slipped a hand down and brushed a thumb over her swollen clit.

  “Now, Cain. Now!” she demanded. Inside, all she could think about was getting that big hard-on deep inside her pussy—to feel him pumping his hips while holding her down. Her body was on fire and she didn’t know how much more she could take before she went insane.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you,” he murmured. He slipped down her body as he held her legs apart and feasted.

  She screamed when he stabbed his tongue inside, using his fingers to separate her folds, then penetrating. With his thumb, he circled her clit, causing her to buck her hips while she scratched at his shoulders. Too much pleasure assaulted her. His tongue caused each sensitive nerve to dance.

  “Cain!” She cried out his name as her body tightened and exploded.

  “Yes, say my name,” he told her as he kneeled between her legs. “Mine.”

  All she could do was pant in response. Her entire body was a mass of tingles and heat.

  He pushed just the tip of his cock inside, then stopped. “Look at me, Emily.”

  When she opened her eyes, he pushed farther in.

  “Say it.”

  “Yes.” She nodded, sweat streaming down her face.

  His hands held her up and in position as their gazes held. “Scream my name now.”

  And she did at the first thrust. Emily felt herself stretch to allow him entrance. His long, thick cock filled her like no one had ever been able to do before. It was perfect an
d the wetness of her first climax had him sliding easily in and out. Cain moved with smooth, strong strokes, picking up speed as he slammed into her.

  Emily lifted her hips and matched each thrust, taking him deeper each time. Somewhere buried inside, she could feel her wolf start to come to the surface. With emotions so high and the fact that she hadn’t shifted in too long, Emily wasn’t surprised that her control was slipping.

  It seemed like it wasn’t only the human part of her that had wanted to be claimed by Cain. Her wolf was happily rolling over for the strong, dominant male as well.

  It was unbelievably awesome to be on the same page as her animal. Having sex in the past had been more about scratching an itch. This was all about the male she was with. Her eyes had closed at some point but she forced them back open so she didn’t miss a second.

  Watching him, she saw his eyes start to glow and knew she was giving him pleasure. “More. Harder,” she panted out.

  He groaned but lifted her hips higher so he could plunge in faster, his hips snapping a quick rhythm. Sweat was dripping off his face to fall onto her chest. Emily cupped her breasts and smeared the liquid over her body. She wanted to be filled and covered in his fluids. Anything that would put his scent on her and show that she’d been thoroughly claimed.

  The second release tore through her body. She arched and dug her nails into his slick skin as he reached orgasm. He stiffened right before he howled and came. His hot seed filled her pussy and she finally collapsed back.

  Chapter Five

  Cain rolled off Emily and they lay side by side on the mat, trying to catch their breaths. His entire body was still on fire and he was having trouble focusing on anything other than how damn good he felt.

  He had no idea how long they remained on the floor until he could move again. He propped up on one elbow and looked down at her. She had a small smile on her lips with her eyes still closed. He leaned down and kissed that smile gently.

  “Emily.”

  “Uh huh,” she answered without opening her eyes.