Patrick's Heart by Stacey Espino Page B

the shell of her ear, awakening her erogenous zone, the soft echo making her eyes loll back in her head. Patrick slid one arm under her, protecting her back from the rocky ground as he fucked her. They were tilted slightly on an angle, giving him maximum leverage to take her deep and hard. His roaming hands had settled over the globe of her ass.
    She kissed his neck, his shoulders, his chest, leaving a few marks of her own. He began to caress the seam of her ass with a featherlight touch, the undisturbed cells coming to life. The pressure in her cunt continued to mount. Patrick showed signs of nearing his own peak, his hips thrusting faster, his body sweat-glistened.
    He impaled her ass with a finger, holding it in place as he rammed into her from the front. When he began to wiggle his digit, it was enough for her to boil over, her pussy clamping down over his erection, a rush of fluid escaping to coat his cock.
    “Patrick. It’s so good…” Her womb twisted and cramped as she rode out her orgasm. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, stealing every last shred of her energy.
    “You’re mine. My woman.” He roared when he came, hot jets of cum filling her, branding her as his. And she loved every minute of it.
    Patrick spooned her from behind, his tattooed arm wrapped securely around her body. They had no blankets, only the heat they’d created together. Patrick was always unnaturally warm, likely due to his wolfen heritage. But all the men were warm, even when they ran around naked. Maybe she was the odd one.
    The gentle rays of early moonlight soothed her weariness, like a gentle kiss good-night.
    “Tell me again. Why did Garret insist we stay here tonight?”
    “The imposter is more than he appears. He may be more dangerous than you think. Until Garret finds him, he wants you out of range.”
    “But Peter would remember I was here. How is that better?”
    He chuckled softly. “Because Garret knows me well. And only a fool would try to corner a wolf.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Garret and Matthew split up, creating a V flank. Garret pushed his black wolf to the limit, bounding through the forest after their target. The little weasel had impersonated Cassie’s brother just to get to her. In addition to the physical threat, the emotional toll would be significant when all was said and done. Just as he’d been obsessed with finding his pack mate, Matthew, she had the same drive to find her half brother. Now all her signs and clues led back to one crazed stalker.
    “No human can run this fast,” said Matthew.
    “Where the fuck is he?” They’d been tracking a human when they should have been looking for a wolf. It all became clear to Garret and he slowed his run until finally coming to a stop.
    “What’re you doing?”
    “It’s what we thought. He’s wolf. There’s no other explanation.”
    “Then why didn’t Patrick scent him? He smells human.”
    “That’s because he’s from the city. He probably hasn’t shifted in years so he reeks of humanity.” Garret shifted back into his skin and began the walk back to the main road. Matthew followed suit.
    “A lone wolf?”
    “That’s what I’d like to know. It’s too much of a coincidence that the creep stalking Cassie is a wolf. He must be affiliated with the Rockford Pack.”
    Matthew wasn’t convinced, shaking his head before speaking. “But she said she knew him from work long before she even thought of coming to Climax.”
    Garret didn’t want to think anymore. He was weary of fighting endless battles. Although he may enjoy a good fight once in a while, he was tiring of his adrenaline-rich lifestyle. He wanted to find peace in the love of a good woman, expand his mine, and build a legacy. Nothing was simple anymore. He craved the days of old when his kind spent more time in their fur than skin, not a care in the world besides remaining unseen.
    The cave he’d commanded Patrick to barricade Cassidy in until they found Peter was just ahead. He