Loner (Norseton Wolves #2) by Holley Trent

moans and did everything he could to help her make more of them. She seemed to like when he rocked his hips, so he did more of that. She growled when he ground deep inside her, so he repeated that, too. And when she repeated “ Darius! Darius! Darius! ” he thrust faster and faster to push her to that ledge he so desperately needed her to fall over soon.
    “Come on.” She clamped her thighs harder against him and tipped back her head. Through clenched teeth, she growled, “Give it to me. Every drop. Make me scream when you come. I want to feel your cock jerking inside me.”
    He’d give her anything, and that was certainly easy enough.
    “Fuck. Fuck .” His claws extended, and he punctured the mattress as his cock expended his load. She shuddered beneath him. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she panted wordlessly, seeming unable to catch her breath. Her pussy clamped around his cock repeatedly as she found her orgasm, squeezing every bit of ejaculate from him and practically holding him captive—not that he minded. He’d stay inside her forever if he could. He liked her saying his name—liked the attention she paid him. It made the lone wolf want to heel for her and do her bidding.
    He wanted her in his space—his inner sanctum. Just her, and no one else.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
    After a couple of weeks of learning the nuances of Darius’s silence and his energy, Stephanie worried that she was letting her wolf fall into a pattern of complacency. When they were at home together, learning each other’s bodies and her being warmed by the sound of his voice, she didn’t think about the outside. She didn’t care about how he functioned in the greater world, because when they were in bed or on the sofa with the television on, nothing out there mattered. They lived two separate lives, though. Joined at the hip when they were together, but when Stephanie was out without him, she craved interaction and socialization. She worried she should have been trying harder to fold him into that part of her world.
    She needed a reality check, and so she’d appealed to fellow mate Christina to get one.
    Christina worked at the executive mansion, and probably saw more of the pack as they worked than even Mrs. Carbone, who also worked in there, in the kitchen.
    They sat on the window seat of the library Christina worked out of and looked out onto the grounds. The wolves had hired some contract security guards for Norseton, and were training them out in the courtyard. Alpha was always around for that, but the other wolves rotated in and out, depending on what the day’s lesson was. Darius was an expert marksman, which was why he was on hand at the moment. He didn’t seem to be enjoying his teacher role much, though, judging by the tight set of his lips and the persistent grinding of his teeth.
    “He’s like Anton in a lot of ways,” Christina said, referring to her husband.
    “But Anton is reclusive because of his scars, not because he’s trying to avoid people. He’ll put on his patch and go out with the others if he’s asked to.”
    Christina made a waffling gesture. “He’d rather stay home. He’s always got so much to do, and I think the perception that he’s falling behind on anything makes him anxious. But, you’re right, he doesn’t have a problem interacting with people. He just hates most of them.”
    Stephanie stifled her laugh. “I don’t think Darius hates people. I think…I think he’s afraid of them.” It pained her to admit it. He was her man, and she adored him, but the way social interactions crippled him broke her heart. She couldn’t even pretend to understand what he felt. She’d always been outgoing.
    “That’s the wolf in him,” Christina said. “Probably has a lot to do with how he was brought up. I bet he spent more time in his animal form than his boy form.”
    “He did.” Another thing that had broken her heart. When he was expelled from his birthpack, he’d had no choice but to