The stockade gates, twelve-foot-tall and ten-foot-wide slabs of ten-inch-thick hardwood, swung inward revealing the Compound’s inner courtyard as the first Rover roared out of the forest. Invisible from the air, the approach road was the only vehicular access to the Timberwolf Pack’s home. Guarded around the clock by sentries stationed at intervals on overlooks, the path snaked through terrain that discouraged even the most intrepid ground forces and prevented any armored assault.
Sylvan, riding in the front seat of the second vehicle, savored the scent of fertile earth and vital creatures and, most of all, her mate. Drake’s scent swamped her senses, torching through blood and flesh to the marrow of her being. Her wolf clawed at her innards, demanding satisfaction.
Too long away.
Sylvan shuddered, bludgeoned by need. Too many restless days away from Pack, away from Drake. Too much worry and somewhere, deep inside, a dark kernel of fear she refused to acknowledge. Could not acknowledge. She was Alpha, and fear was a weakness she could not allow.
Soon. Soon we will be whole again.
The tailored shirt and trousers she’d worn for the flight among humans from DC tightened around her clenched muscles like chains. She could have ordered Max to drive the eight hours home, but the delay would have pushed her wolf into a rage, and a Were in wolf form made a poor chauffeur. Her rage would have forced him to turn, her call too powerful for any save her mate to absorb.
She was nearly mad now, wild for the connection to her mate and her Pack. Her muscles rippled, her wolf strained to ascend, and the sound of tearing fabric filled the vehicle. Sex-sheen burst from her skin, coating her body as silver fur erupted in a shimmering cascade down the center of her abdomen. Beside her, Max growled uneasily, his grip on the wheel tightening.
A chorus of uneasy whines emanated from the rear compartment. Sylvan glanced back. Her guest along with three guards occupied one long bench bolted to the sidewall, Sylvan’s centuri opposite them. The foreign Weres snarled unhappily and her centuri grumbled and showed their teeth, too many dominants drenched in sex pheromones and battle hormones in a small space. Even the most submissive Weres would be likely to challenge a strange Were in the heart of the Compound. The added effect of Sylvan’s absence and her wolf’s near feral heat was a match to a powder keg.
“On your guard, Centuri,” Sylvan warned, “we’re entering the Compound.”
The three saluted and replied in unison, “Yes, Alpha.”
They would hold their urge to fight or tangle and prevent the newcomers from being challenged on sight. That would be long enough for the guests to be escorted to a safe place—for now.
“Just in time,” Max murmured.
“Yes.” Sylvan’s fingertips tingled as a quarter inch of black claw burst through. Her sex throbbed, the ache for release maddening. Grumbling, Max dropped a hand between his thighs and straightened his legs, making room for the erection straining his black BDUs.
“Too long away,” Sylvan murmured. She had no need to hide her urgency, even if she could. Any Were who absorbed her call, dominant and submissive alike, responded with similar need. “First homecoming since you were mated?” Sylvan asked casually.
Max floored the accelerator. “Yes.”
Sylvan grinned. Max’s human mate was in for a surprise. She glanced into the armored rear compartment. “The centuri and my imperator will see you to your quarters as soon as we disembark.”
The young Alpha, her pale face, unlined, framed in chestnut waves and her dark eyes rimmed in gold, sat rigid on one side of the compartment flanked by her centuri. Sex-sheen streamed down her face. “Your hospitality is appreciated, Alpha Mir.”
Her voice was cool, steady. Sylvan nodded, silently approving. She’d been a new Alpha once and knew the pain of establishing control when every sinew burned for release.
Max pulled the Rover to a sharp halt behind the first vehicle, and the follow car carrying the rest of the entourage and that of her visitor drew up in the rear. The gates closed.
“Call a war council for an hour.” She pushed open the door and glanced at Max. “That should be enough time for everyone to settle.”
Max grinned. “Possibly.”
Sylvan bounded out, leapt over the Rover’s hood, and landed in the center of the Compound beside one of the great fire pits. A circle of wolves and Weres in skin awaited her. In seconds she was surrounded, wolves in pelt brushing against her legs, Weres drawing closer for a touch, a stroke on the cheek, a hand to a shoulder. She greeted them all as she walked through the throng toward headquarters, toward the one she desperately needed.
Drake waited on the top step, Niki beside her. Even from a distance, Sylvan felt Niki’s tension and Drake’s call overwhelming every other. Sylvan jumped to the porch, wrapped a hand around Drake’s nape, and yanked her into a kiss. Teeth and tongue clashed, hunger unleashed at last.
The icy heat of Drake’s mouth met the burning furnace of her own, and Sylvan growled, the dress trousers she’d worn rending along the seams as her flesh gave way to wolf. Drake’s blunt, claw-tipped fingers scoured her back, shredding her shirt until the remnants dropped away and bared her torso. Drake raked her teeth down Sylvan’s neck, challenging her, teasing her, blooding her. Sylvan’s clitoris swelled and pulsed against the fabric of her pants.
Sylvan kept her grip on Drake’s neck and eased away enough to swing an arm around Niki’s shoulders. “All is well?”
“Yes, Alpha,” Niki gasped, quivering against Sylvan’s side.
“Good.” Sylvan locked eyes with Drake. “We have guests, Niki. See to them.”
Niki glanced past Sylvan into the yard and growled. “Dominants, all of them. Who are they?”
“You’ll know,” Sylvan murmured, tracing the curve of Drake’s breast with a fingertip, “in about an hour. My centuri need time to recover from the trip and cannot stand guard.”
Drake said, “Put Jace in charge of the guests, Imperator.”
“Her control may not—” Niki began, protest in her tone.
“Her control is fine,” Drake said, hooking a claw in the waistband of Sylvan’s pants. “Do it, then go to your mate. She’ll need you.”
“Yes, Prima.” Niki dipped her chin and jumped down.
Sylvan pulled Drake down the steps and through the gate to the wooded path to their den.
“I need you,” Sylvan said.
“I know.” Drake hooked her claws and sliced open Sylvan’s fly, exposing the silver pelt streaming down the center of her abdomen between the tight columns of bulging muscles. “You should not have worn these pants.”
“I didn’t want to frighten the humans.”
“Mm, they would have been lucky to see you in battle form.” She tugged Sylvan to a halt at the foot of the steps to their cabin and kissed her, pushing her hand lower. Her fingers slipped on either side of Sylvan’s clitoris and squeezed.
Sylvan’s mind blazed into heat and fury. Her jaw lengthened, grew bold and heavy. The faint shimmer of silver over her torso thickened. “Drake…careful.”
“Why?” Drake jumped onto the porch a step ahead of Sylvan, pushed open the door, and surged toward the bedroom, challenging Sylvan to keep pace.
Sylvan roared and leapt, catching Drake just as they reached the side of the bed. Tumbling down, Drake in her grasp, she ripped away the last of their clothing.
“Should I wait now?” Drake gasped and Sylvan rolled above her, her hips between Drake’s splayed thighs.
When her sex met Drake’s, a whine of want and need escaped her. She seized Drake’s wrists in one hand and held them above her head, the other raking down Drake’s torso, leaving thin lines of bright red. The mate bite on Drake’s shoulder darkened and swelled, calling her. Her clitoris, extruded for joining, hardened painfully, and she threw back her head with a triumphant snarl.
Her mate. Hers.
Tilting her hips, she notched herself in the cleft below Drake’s clitoris, locked to her, and readied to spill.
Panting, near blind with power, she met Drake’s midnight-gold gaze. “I love you.”
Drake anchored her legs around Sylvan’s hips, bared her teeth. “Then give me what I want.”
“Take it,” Sylvan snarled, her glands burning to explode.
With a growl, Drake sank her teeth into the aching site of the mate bite above Sylvan’s breast. The ecstatic pain and pulse of energy surged through Sylvan’s sex, the glands buried at the base of her clitoris contracted, and her victus erupted. As her essence flooded and joined with her mate’s, Sylvan howled, her very soul ripped from her being. Her hips pumped wildly, and she emptied over and over. Spent, she collapsed, her skin hot, feverish, streaming with sex-sheen.
Drake cradled Sylvan’s head in the crook of her shoulder, her heart pounding beneath Sylvan’s.
“I missed you,” Drake whispered, stroking Sylvan’s back with her free hand. “Just once will not take care of it.”
Sylvan chuckled. “I think you drained me.”
“Really, Alpha,” Drake said dryly. “I seem to remember you were once more potent…”
Sylvan bit her neck and Drake chuckled. Her challenge caused Sylvan’s clitoris to harden against her own again, as she expected. Drake smiled. “But if you need to rest…”
Drake bucked her hips and, although Sylvan was never taken by surprise, she rolled onto her back, nevertheless. Drake knelt between her thighs as Sylvan watched her with wolf-gold eyes.
Sylvan tensed her thighs and lifted her hips, displaying her more than recovered distended clitoris. “Potent enough?”
“Always.” Drake brushed her thumb over her and Sylvan’s back arched. With a claw, Drake marked a thin line down the deep groove between Sylvan’s abdominals, circled her once, twice, a third time until Sylvan gripped her nape again.
“Enough,” Sylvan said, her wolf too hungry to be teased.
Drake leaned on an elbow and gazed up, lightly stroking over Sylvan’s center. She loved nothing more than teasing Sylvan until her wolf nearly exploded. “Are you sure.”
“Suck me, Prima,” Sylvan ordered, her tone a guttural growl.
Smiling, Drake tipped her head and filled her mouth with Sylvan’s flesh. She stroked Sylvan’s chest and belly in time to the strokes of her tongue until the steel bands of Sylvan’s thighs tightened around her. She sucked her to the core, and within seconds, Sylvan’s essence filled her. Drake claimed her mate, giving Sylvan the release only she could provide.
When Sylvan finally emptied, Drake surged above her, pushed her center against Sylvan’s still engorged sex, and rode her until she spent over Sylvan’s abdomen and thighs.
Finally, the fire in Drake’s belly ebbed and she settled in the curve of Sylvan’s body, one hand still possessively cupped between Sylvan’s thighs.
Sylvan kissed her. “Are you well, Prima?”
“I am now.”
“The young?”
“Growing faster than I expected, even knowing Were young mature quickly.” Drake was used to the human cycle of growth. Their pups developed on a far more aggressive schedule, and already their young in skin form were walking and talking. As wolves, they were not yet adolescents, but the boundary was nearing. “It’s time for them to learn who they are.”
“Yes,” Sylvan said. “They’ll need to hunt and understand the responsibility of the kill. I had hoped to begin already, but these political negotiations…”
“There is yet time.” Drake stroked Sylvan’s chest. “What of the meetings? Any progress?”
Sylvan sighed. “Words are not deeds, and I’m not sure who our friends are now. Torren has proved to be an excellent diplomat and, along with Katya, will act as our emissary.”
“So we can expect no help from the humans if our enemies resurface,” Drake said.
“We never could.” Sylvan cupped Drake’s cheek and kissed her again, a slow deep claiming. “We can only rely on Pack.”
“I know.” Drake ran her hand through Sylvan’s golden hair. “You brought visitors. Who are they?”
“Weres who say they seek our aid,” Sylvan said.
“Allies or enemies?” Drake murmured.
“We shall see.”