Wolf's Law Page 4

  In the distance she heard Law shout her name and then his teeth sank into her shoulder at the same time she felt his cock pulse inside her. She cried out again from the pain of the bite, but then the sensation melded into pleasure.

  Law collapsed on his side, and brought her into the circle of his arms, his cock still in her core. Their breathing was loud and the smell of their sex heavy in the air.

  Analeen brought her hand up and caressed Law’s stubbled cheek. “I love you, my wolf-man.”

  He smiled and held her closer. “I love you, kitten.”

  Epilogue

  Law slipped through the dark village on silent paws, and came to the home where Analeen had lived. He had heard the men’s voices long before he reached the village, and had convinced his wife to walk behind him. Her dress made soft swishing sounds as she followed.

  When Law reached the shadows outside the home, his eyes focused on a huge, slovenly dressed man who bellowed, “Get on out of here,” to the two men before him. Law recognized the bastards Dyrke and Jove.

  Jove clenched his fists. “The bitch ran off and we cain’t find her nowheres. I’m a bettin’ she’s in there, locked up with the rest of your whore daughters.”

  The large man was surely Analeen’s father.

  He hitched up his breeches over his fat gut. “I sold the bitch to you fair ‘n square. If she got away it’s your business, not mine.”

  Law’s hackles rose and he heard Analeen gasp behind him.

  “You sold me?” Before he could stop her, she marched out of the shadows to stand in front of the huge man, ignoring Dyrke and Jove. “My own father sold me?”

  “Grab the bitch!” Jove shouted.

  Rage flooded Law, clouding his vision red. He bolted out of the darkness and clamped his jaws around one of Jove’s wrists. The man screamed as bones crunched, flesh tore. The wolf bit clean through his wrist, severing his hand completely.

  “My hand!” Jove screamed again as blood spurt across the ground. “The godsdamn wolf bit off my hand!”

  But Law’s attention had turned to Dyrke who had his dagger out.

  “Law!” Analeen screamed as the dagger flipped through the air and straight at the wolf.

  He easily dodged the dagger and charged the bastard. He knocked Dyrke to the ground, flat on his back. The one who had called Analeen ugly.

  The man screeched and tried to fight the wolf off. With a snap of his powerful jaws, Law ripped out a chunk of the man’s cheek and spit it out, then tore off the end of the bastard’s nose.

  Dyrke scrambled to his feet and ran. He kept screaming, holding his hand to his face, blood pouring everywhere.

  Law sensed movement and Jove’s dark thoughts as he cradled his mutilated hand to his chest. The wolf whirled to dodge another attack with a dagger. Analeen had a chunk of firewood in her hands and was behind Jove. Before the bastard could charge Law with the knife, she swung the log at the back of Jove’s head. He dropped like a rock.

  Analeen’s breath came in harsh, angry gasps. She knew Law was okay, and turned her attention to her father, who had been staring transfixed at the carnage.

  Law’s hackles rose and a fierce growl rose up from his throat.

  “Get that wolf away.” Her father backed up toward the door of the cottage. “You know what one of those bastards did to your mother.”

  The change had already started within Analeen and she caught a fraction of her father’s thoughts.

  “You’re the bastard.” Still wielding the hunk of wood, Analeen slowly walked up to her father. “Mother didn’t die from a wolf’s bite. You sold her, just like you sold me.”

  Her father’s face blanched. “Like I told you, she’s dead.”

  “Yeah.” Analeen fought back the tears. “She was murdered when she tried to get back to us.”

  She wiped one hand across her eyes and then said, “You are going to leave my sisters and never, ever come back.”

  The man she used to think of as her father took a step toward her. “Listen you little bitch. I’ll do with them what I please.”

  Law growled, his fangs glimmering in the moonlight, his hackles rising and a menacing rumble rising up from him. He slowly stalked her father, who stumbled back in his haste to get away and fell.

  “I mean it.” Analeen took a step toward him. “You don’t take anything from the house. You never see my sisters, or me, ever again. If you don’t leave now, I’ll let Law tear into you like he did those two.”

  When her father hesitated, Law rushed him. The man scrambled to his feet and ran as fast as he could, his fat jiggling over his belt. He stumbled and fell a couple of times, but soon he was completely out of sight.

  Analeen knelt beside her wolf and hugged him tight.

  She could see in his mind how they would guard and help her sisters—and how if her father dared to return, he would learn the true ways of the wolves—how the pack protects its own.

  And this wolf was hers. Hers alone. He always would be.