Wolf Cabin (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)
Wolf Cabin: Chapter 3

The sound of a snow-muffled thump outside the cabin brings me back to the present. I sit up and listen for a moment, wondering if the men have returned early. But there is no further noise. I decide it must have been a clump of snow falling off a tree branch.

I lay back on the rug with a smile and push the gusset of my panties aside so I can slide my fingers along my bare cleft. It feels so good. I am so embarrassed by what happened yesterday that the only solution is to pretend like it never happened.

And it’s not like Finn minded, so Brandon and Uncle Logan can hardly hold me at fault.

Remembering Hunter’s fingers on me, I try to mimic his movements. My smooth small fingers don’t have quite the same impact as his, but with persistence they start doing the job.

A few minutes later I feel like a presence is looming over me. I smile, keeping my eyes closed and imagining the four men are standing nearby watching me.

I part my legs wider and slide my fingers down to my tight little hole. I gather up some moisture and then slide back up my slit to my delicate little clitoris.

I put two fingers on either side of it and rub up and down, gasping at the friction. Any moment now and I will press down hard on that little button and I’ll come. I’ll scream my ecstasy as loudly as I want since no one is around to hear.

I wish Finn were here. I need him. I groan and start thrusting my hips into my hand. Any moment now.

The feeling of someone watching me is suddenly intense.

My eyes snap open. Hunter is standing over me. I gasp in shock and pull down my skirt to cover myself. I sit up, panting, my cheeks flushed.

“Don’t stop,” he says, a dangerous half-smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.

“When did you get back?” I ask, mortified.

My eyes dart behind him to replace, to my relief, the others are not there. I hastily button up my blouse.

“Damn shame,” he says. “Those are some nice little tits.”

‘I…I thought you wouldn’t be back for hours!”

“Oh, they won’t be. But me? I’ve been thinking of you all night and all day, ever since you spread those legs open for me yesterday.”

“That… that was an accident.”

He gives a wicked chuckle. “Do you know what I did after you left? I licked your juices off my fingers while the others watched.”

“Oh my God!” I close my eyes, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

He stands there smirking at me. “I’m thirsty for more.”

“I told you, I’m Finn’s girlfriend.”

And yet my heart is thrumming rapidly and the headiness of his scent is filling my lungs. He looks like a bigger, more chiseled version of Finn. Those same amber eyes, that same wavy brown hair, except Hunter’s is slightly more sun streaked.

He’d already graduated from our high school before I went there or it would have been him that I’d crushed on for all those years.

“You can be my girlfriend too, sweet little Jenna,” he says softly. “How would you like that?”

“Erm…”

My throat is dry. I know I should say no, but I don’t want to. My mind is scrambling, trying to replace a way for it to be possible. Because God help me, Hunter Cavendish is a fine specimen of a man.

Werewolf, I correct myself, shivering.

Hunter kneels beside me on the rug. “I see you’ve worked up some fresh juices for me and I’m dying to taste that sweet little pussy of yours, baby.”

His words are dirty and delicious. I replace myself panting at the thought of him eating me out, driving his tongue into me. I let out a little whimper of desire.

He yanks his shirt off. Buttons go flying but he seems not to notice. He takes his jeans off and I am shocked to see how big a tent his hard-on has made in his tight boxers.

My eyes eat up the sight of him kneeling before me. His body is deeply tanned, with a scattering of coarse brown hair over his chest and his lower abdomen. His muscles are clearly outlined under his skin. There is no trace of fat. His cock thrusts out from his tight shorts like it is impatient for action.

I want him badly. But this is Finn’s brother and I love Finn! I need to clear my head.

‘I’m thirsty,” I tell him. “How about I get us some drinks?”

“You do that,” he says. “You’re going to need it before we’re done.”

As he makes himself comfortable on the rug I head into the kitchen to get myself a tall glass of cold water.

I want him. I do. But I always thought I would lose my virginity to Finn, and I have a feeling Hunter won’t be satisfied with anything less.

The stairway leading upstairs is near the kitchen. I tiptoe up it, thinking I will give us both some time to cool down before things get out of hand.

But when I get to my bedroom I realize there is no lock on the door. In my heart I know that he will come for me and I won’t want to turn him away.

So I make my way up the next flight of stairs to the loft, a barely furnished room which has just a single bed in it. I shut the door behind me and sit on the bed sipping my water.

I place the cold glass against my forehead, hoping it will cool me down.

The door swings open. Hunter has climbed the stairs so quietly that I didn’t hear.

“There you are,” he says. “Don’t you know we wolves love the hunt?”

I gasp, taking in his magnificent nakedness. He has shed his shorts along the way. His jutting cock is long, it’s head large and dark. He comes in and closes the door behind him.

“You want to fuck in here, baby? On this thin mattress?”

‘Fuck?” I gasp.

“I hope you don’t want it quick before the others get back because I’m planning on enjoying you slowly.”

“Hunter, you’re Finn’s brother.”

“And you want me. You’re aching to be fucked. I can smell the need coming off you.”

“You can?”

“Human women are just like wolf women. We can all smell that scent you’re giving off. Like you’re in heat.”

“I’m not a she-wolf. I’m not in heat.”

“Sure you are, honey. It’s been driving us crazy for you.”

“Oh God!” It never occurred to me that they could smell how horny I am.

“The only difference between you and a she-wolf is that when she wants to spread her legs for a big dick like mine, she isn’t shy about it.”

“I’m not shy.”

“If you weren’t shy, we’d have pulled up the jeep on the way over so that I could bend you over it and fuck you til you came.”

“Oh God,” I whisper, imagining it in my head.

“I bet Finn would have loved to watch me breaking you in. We’ll just have to let him watch me fucking you again later. Now come here.”

I want him badly. But a little voice inside my head tells me to make him come to me, so I shake my head and stay sat on the bed.

“Don’t be silly, baby. You need a good hard fuck, and I need to get this cock inside you before I go crazy.”

I lick my lips. “You want me that badly?”

“Hell, I was about to mount you while you were on that rug fingering yourself.”

“Oh!”

My fingers fly to my checks in mortification and fascination, imagining him spreading me open and thrusting that big dick into me while I was downstairs. I would have come on the spot.

He stalks closer to the bed, and I sip my water, watching how his cock is so far upright that it is nearly touching his six-pack.

The knowledge that he wants me so badly gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

I know without looking at myself that my nipples are fully engorged. They must be sticking out through my blouse and I have no doubt he can see them.