Wolf Cabin (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I fall asleep and when I awake I am alone and it is dark. And then I hear the sounds of men talking downstairs and realize I have overslept.

I rush to the bathroom to take a shower. I should go straight down but I am worried they will smell Hunter on me and know what I did with him.

It feels like a dream somehow, and yet the small aches in my body tell me it was real.

I emerge from the shower hot and flushed and spend ages staring into my wardrobe. It would be sensible to wear jeans in case Hunter tries it on again, but I also want to look pretty.

I want Finn to see Hunter admiring me, undressing me with his eyes. If he sees that his brother finds me attractive maybe it will make him jealous enough to damn well stay with me tomorrow.

And then I’ll explain to him what happened. Or will I? I shiver at his potential anger or disgust. Would it be better to wait until later to tell him?

Damn Hunter for getting into my head. If I want to dress sexily for Finn and I will. I want to drive him nuts tonight until all he can think about is getting me into bed.

I had never imagined sex could be so raw and so consuming. I finally know what I am missing and I want Finn’s cock inside me tonight. My pussy is so sore but I am already wet just thinking about it.

I pick out a yellow cotton top with frilly shoulder straps and a neckline scooped so low that it reveals the tops of my breasts. I don’t bother with a bra as it would show underneath. And it feels better without one as my nipples are sore from Hunter’s insistent mouth.

I put on a pair of tight denim shorts underneath. That’ll keep Hunter’s hands off. I finish the look with some strappy sandals that make my long legs look graceful.

When I get to the lounge Hunter greets me with a wolf whistle and a cold beer. Finn kisses me possessively, almost as if for show. Feeling shy, I push him away and take a sip of my beer.

“You look great,” he says. “You’re glowing.”

“Hot shower,” I murmur, blushing wildly and hoping the other men didn’t hear.

The way Hunter is eating me up with his eyes makes me remember him saying he wanted to lay me on the table and fuck me while the others watched. My pussy pulses at the thought.

Brandon looks my outfit over disapproving, as if I am dressed too skimpily for his liking. He probably thinks I am a little flirt who likes to flaunt her body. Brandon is lean and muscular with black hair and electric blue eyes. His brooding look only makes my breath speed up.

I feel so naughty. What is it about being here with these men that is making me feel so wanton?

Finn returns to the kitchen to continue barbecuing up whatever meat they have caught today. It smells delicious. I want to follow him but Hunter pulls out a chair for me at the dining table. It seems rude to turn him down.

I apprehensively take a seat, and try not to look at him as he throws back his beer and plays cards with Brandon and Uncle Logan. I am afraid of giving myself away, and then Brandon and Uncle Logan will surely guess what Hunter and I have been up to.

I can feel Uncle Logan’s eyes on me. He seems to be scowling at me even more than yesterday. In my effort to stop our eyes from meeting I find myself gazing at his body. His powerful physique, the curve of his muscular chest and shoulders under that checked shirt, his strong forearms covered in dark hair as he deals the cards.

I drag my gaze away and find Hunter grinning at me. “You want to play?” he asks.

He says it dirtily, like he means something else. Blushing, I shake my head. I wrack my brains for something normal to say.

“Did you have a good hunt?” I ask Brandon.

“It was great. What did you do with yourself all day?”

“Erm… I read a book.”

“Is that all?”

“It was a good book.”

“Hunter came back early,” he says suspiciously. “You two get up to much?”

I am about to deny it when Hunter interrupts me.

“We hung out,” he says. “It was hella fun.”

I stand up quickly, my chair scraping the floorboards noisily. “I’ll go and help Finn in the kitchen,” I stammer, and rush away, feeling their eyes on my back.

Finn is at the stove. I wrap my arms around his waist and press myself against his back.

“Miss me today?” I murmur, feeling guilty for what I have done. I know I sound needy but I am unable to help it.

“I always miss you,” he says, turning around to kiss me on the mouth. His tongue explores my lips and mouth as if it can taste something different. My heart pounds rapidly.

My hand goes to his belt, wanting to distract him. And wanting more reassurance than just his words. I need to feel how much he wants me.

Laughing, he breaks off from the kiss. “No time for that.”

He turns back towards the sizzling meat, but I reach around him to cup the bulge of his cock through his jeans, stroking it.

“You have a good time with Hunter?” he asks.

“Erm…What do you mean?”

“He likes to flirt with the ladies. Did he come on to you?”

“Maybe,” I murmur.

I can feel his cock hardening. I unzip him and stroke him through his stretchy boxers, enjoying the feeling of him thickening for me.

The kitchen door opens and someone comes in. I jump away from Finn, my cheeks burning.

Uncle Logan is standing in the doorway. The searing look he gives me tells me he knows what I was doing.

I wish I could sink into the floor and disappear away. I bite my lip as I stare, captivated, into his simmering amber eyes.

My pulse quickens. Is that hunger I see in them? It is gone as quickly as it came.

“Is that done yet?” Uncle Logan growls, still looking at me. “We’re famished.”

“Just about,” says Finn. “I’ll plate it up.”

The lounge is large, with a dining section on the end nearest the kitchen. I push my chair right next to Finn’s as we eat.

I am hyper aware of my arousal and the way Hunter and Uncle Logan are both eyeing me up makes me realize that they can smell it.

In heat, Hunter called it. They know that my body wants to fuck. Even while they talk and laugh about the day’s hunt I can feel their hot gazes on me all the while.

Finn can probably smell it too. He strokes my back with one hand, running down my spine to play with my ass where it meets my seat.

I eat without making conversation, trying not to squirm under Finn’s touch. If I hadn’t tried it on with Finn earlier then maybe I wouldn’t be this horny. What had I been thinking?

I lean over and whisper very quietly in his ear, “I want you. Tonight.”

He only smiles at me and gives a tiny shake of his head. I bite my lip, disappointed. Why not? And if he doesn’t want to take me to bed, why is he still playing with my ass?

Doesn’t he know that each stroke is cranking up my arousal notch by notch? That three other men are watching me knowing that my ass is being played with? That I am getting wetter by the second?

Halfway through my steak I look up to find Uncle Logan’s eyes fixed unmistakably on my tits. My sore little nipples are puffy and standing to attention. I know he can see them clearly beneath the thin cotton.

He sees me looking but he does not glance away. He continues to look at me hungrily as he eats. Finn may not want me but it is unmistakable that Uncle Logan does.

I find my entire body flushing with heat and my nipples turn so hard they ache. My breath becomes heavy. I remember what Hunter said about my heat driving them crazy. That he’d wanted to bend me over the table and fuck me last night at dinner.

My stomach squirms with butterflies. What would I do if Uncle Logan wanted to do that to me right now? I can smell a heady scent coming from him. It makes my pussy ache for him.

My body suddenly is hyper aware of his physical presence across the table. I feel a tingling begin in my lips and my chest and my nipples.

As soon as they have finished eating I jump up from the table and volunteer to do the dishes. I need to get away from him right now or I don’t know what might happen.

As I carry the dishes into the kitchen I am extremely aware that the legs of my shorts are cut way too short. My butt wiggles as I walk. I glance back to find Uncle Logan staring at it.