Keil wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet, as she continued to struggle against him. Robyn fumed. Keil had known Tad all along. Tad knew about werewolves and never once said anything to her about the fact she was one.
Shit. That was probably the “big secret” he’d kept trying tell her.
They were both dead.
Keil lowered her to the sleeping platform and covered her body with his own, stopping her from being able to wiggle away. The thrill of his touch battled with the desire to kick his kneecaps off.
“Tell me what’s up, Keil, or I’ll be forced to hurt you.”
“You’d never hurt me.”
“Oh yeah? Ever eaten a granola bar with a laxative additive? I can arrange it for you.”
Keil laughed and rolled to the side, running a hand over her body as he spoke. “I didn’t realize the connection when you said you were a Maxwell. You told me you had a brother but you never told me his name.”
Robyn opened her mouth to protest but then froze. “Damn. Are you sure?”
Keil nodded. “I would have recognized the name. I know Tad from my guiding business. He flies us on trips all the time. He told me he had a sister, but he never said she was deaf. He found out we were wolves on a trip when TJ did one of his not-so-amazing Houdini tricks while Tad was still around.
“Your brother is a half-breed wolf, still untriggered. We guessed it was your Grampa who gave him the genes. If you’re wondering, yes, he knew you were a wolf.” Robyn tensed under his hands. “Hey, think of it this way. He can’t shift until he gets triggered, and you know that’s complicated for a male half-breed. Telling you about werewolves wasn’t going to work because he had no proof. He probably thought your mate would be someone from one of the Whitehorse packs.”
Robyn dropped her head back on the bunk with a flash of insight. “Is that why he’s been introducing me to all these different ‘clients’ over the years? Were they all wolves?”
“Maybe. He did mean well, remember that before you slit his throat, my vengeful hussy.” Keil’s hands slid possessively over her. “Since it’s our last night here I vote we take advantage of it. Dinner was great but I want my dessert.”
He opened up her shirt and proceeded to bury his head in her breasts, rubbing back and forth over her torso like he was painting himself with her scent.
“You can’t tell, but you smell absolutely amazing, Robyn. It’s something to do with being recently triggered as well as being my mate, but are your pheromones off the chart right now.” He licked a long slow line up from between her breasts until he reached her lips and proceeded to tease the corners of her mouth with gentle nips and kisses.
“TJ said it could be a problem with the pack. That all the guys would be attracted to me.”
Keil pulled back and stared at her for a second. “He’s right, I never thought about that. I mean, you’re marked as mine, and your scent is clearly our scent, but as a full-blood until after your first full moon, you’re sending off killer hormones.”
He traced a finger down her body, circling the globes of her breasts as he considered. “I’ll be careful who I introduce you to. Only mated couples and females until after the weekend. You’re too beautiful. I’d be fighting everyone for you otherwise.”
“You wolves seem to like fighting.”
“It passes the time and keeps us warm. It’s cold in Alaska.”
Robyn grabbed his hand from where it teased her and pushed it farther down her body until his strong fingers cupped her mound. She pressed her hips upward gently, encouraging him to explore. “It’s cold up here in the Yukon too, but I know of lots of other ways to stay warm. Fireplaces, hot tubs…”
“…saunas, beds. I’m looking forward to trying them all with you.” Keil spread his fingers over her belly and finally lowered his head to her breast. His tongue flicked to moisten the tip of her nipple. Her body responded and a tight peak formed. Keil’s contented smile warmed her heart. He didn’t simply go through the motions. He seemed to enjoy touching her, making her feel wonderful.
He blew a stream of cool air over her breast, sending a shot of pleasure down to her womb. Keil’s mouth lowered and he suckled the erect tip into his mouth, tugging sharply until on the edge of pain. He followed with a gentle lap. A delicate nip with his teeth. The alternating tugs and soft caresses built up the pressure burning deep in her core. She reached her hands to massage over his shoulders, holding him close to her body.
Suddenly she needed more. She wanted to touch him as well, make him feel as good as he made her feel. He’d been such a tender lover over the past days, but he’d been controlling as well, never letting her take charge.
“Keil…oh damn that feels good. I want you to roll over. Please?”
She felt his chuckle against her breast. “You going somewhere, little bird?” His mouth continued to feast on her as he pulled her into his arms and flipped them over, finishing with her nestled on top of him.
He was still suckling.
Robyn tucked up her legs to straddle Keil’s strong body, giving her some leverage. She slowly lifted her torso away from his caresses. The expression of loss on his face made her smile.
“It’s okay, wolfman, I’m not going anywhere but down.”
His puzzled expression faded as heat flared in Keil’s eyes. Robyn winked and started the exploring she wanted to do.
His body was amazing, and all hers to enjoy. Taut chest muscles that flexed under her hands, nipples that tightened as she stroked her fingers over their tips. He seemed to enjoy her touch there as much as she had enjoyed his. She lowered her mouth to lick gently at the erect tip.
His body jerked. Yup, he liked it too. Robyn copied his earlier example and blew. Another body jerk followed.
“You’re killing…”
She moved farther south, her tongue lapping over the edges of the six-pack that had impressed her that first night together, the ridges sharp and defined as his muscles clenched with anticipation.
“Please…”
Robyn slid between Keil’s thighs as she descended his body. She paused, resting on her elbows, to examine him in all his glory. His erect cock saluted her only inches away. The head had turned a rich purple shade, a bead of moisture shining on the slit. The edges of the mushroom-shaped top sloped sharply to the rigid shaft.
She slipped out the tip of her tongue. Soft, tentative in her touch.
“Holy…”
Robyn flicked a glance up to see Keil’s dark eyes flashing at her. She liked that he was unable to complete full sentences. She liked the way his body responded to her touch. She must be doing something right.
Heat poured off him and the scent of raw sex in the air was driving her wild. She grinned, and maintaining eye contact, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
His eyes rolled back in his head and his six-pack tightened further. If that was possible.
Robyn fell into a rhythm, a swirl of her tongue over the edge of the rim followed by an attempt to take as much of Keil into her mouth as possible. The first couple of times she gagged a little as the crown of his cock hit the back of her throat. The wetter her mouth got, the easier it was to slip him past her lips even as she felt him grow harder. Thicker.
Her excitement grew as well. Touching Keil, pleasuring him like this, turned her on big time, getting her all hot and bothered. She closed her eyes and hummed with delight.
“Damn it, that’s enough. I’m not wasting this.”
Keil’s powerful arms lifted her away from his body and swung her around, finishing with his body pressed hard to her back. His cock nestled between her legs and Robyn instinctively threw out her arms to catch her body before it could hit the mattress.