Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

"We need to come up with a solid plan," Lyle called out. "Because there is a jellybean thief amongst us and if we don't stick to fair distribution of the food then this entire lockdown could become a whole lot more serious!"

i love that this is what lyle is worried about

“What’s this?” he demanded, a growl to his voice as I yanked my hand back. “The moon mated me to Roary.” “No,” he said in refusal of those words. “Yes,” I shot back. “Two mates?” he snarled and if I wasn’t totally delusional, jealousy gleamed in his eyes. “What’s the matter? You wanna trade in that curse for one of these?” I waved the moon mark at him teasingly and his fangs snapped out in anger. “Never,” he said coolly. “Then what’s the problem?” “There isn’t one,” he muttered and silence fell between us once more.

its what i want

“Oh really? So who should I be with then? Because the only woman who has ever tempted me into desiring her for more than her blood and her body turned out to be a lying whore who was only ever looking to use me.” “That’s what you think of me?” I demanded, feeling like he’d just struck me with those words. “It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

jfka sir

"You only want me when you know you can't have me," I growled at him and he shook his head as I broke away from him and started to back away. "I want you all the fucking time,"

then stop being a pussy

Cain advanced on me, his fangs bared as I wriggled backwards and I raised my chin as I caught his eye. "No biting," I commanded, making him pause. "What? Why not?" "I'm going to make you work for it, stronzo," I purred, sitting up so that I could push my jumpsuit down my arms. "You need to learn a lesson in delayed gratification."

But I know how uncommon scars are and I know that they're not exactly a turn on, so-" Cain growled at me as he snatched his hand back out of my grip, grabbing my waist again and throwing me back down on the bed beneath him. "Maybe I need to teach you something while I've got you at my mercy, Rosalie," he said and I swear the way he growled my name sent a shiver darting through me all the way to my core. "What's that?" I asked breathily, watching him as he reared over me, his gaze roaming down my body, fixing on my left side with more intensity than I thought anyone had ever looked at me before. "That all of your damage is what makes you so beautiful to me. It's not the face you show the world, it’s the hurt you've overcome to claim your crown. I can see the pain of my own past in you and so much more besides. You're a warrior, a survivor and you're more beautiful for every mark upon your flesh."

i die

When he made it to the one that curved over my hip, he followed the line of my body until he was burying his face between my thighs and sucking my clit between his teeth. I gasped as his fangs almost broke the skin but as I tried to jerk back, he just pushed forward, sinking two fingers into me and groaning as he continued to lick and suck me.

not the fangs on the clit!

"I bet you thought about pinning me down and teaching me a lesson, didn't you Mason? Did you dream of using your cock to punish me for all the bad, bad things I've done?" "Yeah, I did,"

same

pulled back as I felt him teetering on the edge, looking up at him as his muscles strained against my vines and giving him an innocent look. "If you can break free before I make you come for me, I'll let you put me in my place and bite me too," I challenged. "But you might want to hurry up, because I think I'm about to finish you."

"This is your fault," he snarled in my ear. "You made me do this, didn't you? You wanted to ruin me the first moment you laid eyes on me, didn't you?" "Yes," I gasped as he drove in harder, punishing me like he wanted to while I loved every fucking second of it. "You've been aching for my cock, haven't you Twelve?" "Yes," I panted. "Almost as much as you've been aching for me." He snarled as he slammed in harder, stealing my breath as I could feel his dick swelling within me, but he was holding off his release, dragging this out as long as he could manage. "Come for me then, inmate. Show me how much you love taking my dick. Show me how good it feels to accept your punishment."

this guard inmate kink is serious

"You were always going to ruin me, weren't you?" Cain breathed, resting his forearm against the door above my head as he leaned down to look into my eyes. "Perhaps we were always meant to ruin each other," I suggested. "But either way, I don't seem to be able to stop it." "Then don't," he replied, his eyes flashing with vulnerability for a moment before he locked the feeling down again and looked away from me. I caught his chin in my grasp and made him meet my gaze. "Maybe I won't," I breathed, tiptoeing up to press a kiss to his lips. "But I guess the only way you'll find out is by sticking with me."

eeeeeeee

“Wow, look at this one,” Sin said, picking up another rock and showing it to me. “Stop it,” I warned as he raised his hand and threw it at me as hard as he could. I dodged it just in time, but the last three had left damn bruises on me and Roary was sporting a few of his own too. “What’s your problem?” Roary snarled. “I’m just playing a game, you’re the one being a party pooper.” Sin picked up another rock. “Wow. This one’s pretty.” He pelted it at Roary and the Lion ducked it, lunging at Sin and grabbing his throat. “Enough,” Roary snapped. “If you have a problem, say it. Don’t act like a damn cub.” “I don’t have a problem,” Sin said through a twisted smile. “I’m just trying to have some fun.”

hahaha this is the funniest sulking ive ever seen

“Actually...I need to do something, and you might not like it.” “What?” I frowned and he cleared his throat. “You’re a part of my pride now, so I need to use my Charisma on you. Try and make you serve me,” he said, looking apologetic. “It’s a Lion thing.” “Okay, you can do that, but only if you let me do something weird too.” I ran a hand down the back of my neck. “Deal,” he said with a smirk. “What is it?” I sighed. “I need to sniff you. Like, really sniff you. Then I need to scent mark the hell out of you.” “Are you gonna piss on me?” he asked in horror. “No,” I laughed. “I just have to…rub on you a bit.” “Alright,” he said stiffly. “Do you wanna do that first or…”

lmao!!!!!

“You ready?” he asked and I nodded, sure I’d be strong enough not to do a single thing he wanted. I had a will of iron, a backbone of sun steel. He’d never…oh wow, he’s pretty though. And he looks like he could use a massage for those big shoulders of his. It must be hard carrying around those muscles all day long.

sure it doesnt work

Roary purred so hard that I could feel the vibrations of it through my fingertips and a smirk pulled at my lips. “Cats are stupid,” I teased and he laughed.

“By the stars, my feet are killing me,” Roary groaned. Oh no, poor baby. I immediately let go of his neck and moved around him, pulling his shoes and socks off as I knelt down and started working on his feet. “You’ve had a rough day,” I said with a whimper and he nodded.

LOL I thought it didn't work Ethan?

“Did you do your Charisma thing?” I asked. “Yeah, did you feel it?” he asked. “Nah, I guess I’m immune,” I said with a triumphant smirk and he nodded, smirking back. Ha, sucker. “Okay, this might get weird, but at least your kind are tactile too, right?” I asked. “With our family we are,” he replied as he looked at me, the bond flaring a little sharper between us. “Which we are now, I suppose.”

you are!

I nodded and he gestured for me to go Wolf on him, so I let my instincts take over and ran my tongue across the moon on his wrist, absorbing the taste of him and the slightly metallic flavour of that mark. He grunted like he didn’t know what to make of that, but if he thought that was weird, shit was about to take an even weirder turn. I twisted in his lap, leaning in and sniffing his chest, his neck, then nuzzling the side of his face as I tried to brand him with my scent instead of his own.

angel wings?

“Ah, you asshole,” he shoved me back as he laughed and I wrestled him back down to the ground, taking his jumpsuit between my teeth and shaking my head furiously as I tugged on it. Then I ran my tongue right over his face and he spluttered, starting to wrestle with me. Which was exactly what I wanted. Someone cleared their throat and my head snapped up as I found Sin there, his arms folded and his eyes narrowed, but there was a sinister smile on his face that promised trouble too. “Found more rocks,” he said brightly then started throwing them at us with force. “Ow, you piece of shit,” I hissed as one of them hit me on the ass.

no angel wings but i love them! I can NOT with Sin

“Watch it,” Roary snapped then pulled his own clothes off and shifted into a giant Nemean Lion, his golden shoulder pressing to the black fur of mine. We both snarled down at Sin, but the Incubus just gathered more rocks from the floor and hurled them at us with wild laughter tearing from his throat.

hes so unhinged

“Die, devil dog!” he cried, plummeting out of the sky as he tucked his wings and held his stick like a spear.

LOL

“What’s the matter with you?” I demanded, sweeping a hand through my hair to style it back in place. “Have you lost your final marble?” “You two with your mate marks is what’s the matter with me,” he growled. “I’m gonna cut them off and bury them where you’ll never find them.” He lunged at me, slapping the mark behind my ear then trying to claw at it. I shoved him back several steps as Roary shifted back into his Fae form, yanking on his jumpsuit as he glared at Sin. “You’re insane.”

awww baaby

“You can still share her with us if that’s what’s bothering you, asshole,” I said coolly, glancing at Roary who didn’t seem quite as sure about that, but he didn’t contradict me right then. Possibly because Sin looked like he really was gonna follow through on his murder threats. “Yeah, sure I can. I’m just the gang’s man sized vibrator, right? Good for making you all come, but when you’re satisfied, I’ll get put back in the drawer while you two get to keep her company outside of our fuck fests.” “If she’s meant for you too, the moon will mark you like it has us,” I said but Roary growled, seeming unsure if he wanted that, making Sin’s eyes dart to him and the Nymph mask fell away from his face.

get over it Roar. You have two more mates coming and you know it.

“You don’t have a secret fucking language!” Roary bellowed. “It’s all in your crazy ass head. You shouldn’t even be in this prison, you should be in an asylum where you can keep company with the voices in your mind.” Hurt flashed through Sin’s expression and a whine left me at seeing how much pain was shining in his eyes. “I’m not crazy,” he hissed. “I’m built different.” He looked vulnerable for a moment, like he’d been called crazy so many times in his life that it had worn him down to the bone. And I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

stop being mean to him!

“A pickle in a bun with nowhere to run,” Sin murmured. “How will The Daring Anacondas get out of this one? Tune in on next week’s episode when-”

LOL! If it weren't for Sin this book might just flop

“I’m just getting warmed up, Lion puff. Keep your mane on – oh woops, looks like it’s too late for that.” “You motherfu-”

SIN!

“Sin!” I cried, punching the magical signature reader as if that would do any good. We both wrestled with the mechanism, trying everything we could to get through, but the minutes ticked by and panic started to grip me. “Come on, come on. Just keep holding your breath, you crazy motherfucker.” Roary clawed at the edges of the hatch, trying to find purchase to wrench it open, but it was no good. We couldn’t do it. And there was no way he could have survived this long without oxygen. I backed up to the wall, clawing my fingers through my hair as shock and sadness washed over me in waves. “He saved us,” I croaked and Roary looked over his shoulder at me with a deep frown pulling at his features. “Damn, he was an asshole, but he didn’t deserve that,” Roary muttered. “Do you think he’s gonna cry?” a teeny, tiny voice spoke in my ear. “I think he’s gonna cry.” “What the hell?” I snapped around, looking for the source of the sound and Roary suddenly pointed at my shoulder with widening eyes. I looked down, finding a very small, very naked Sin standing there with his hands on his hips. “Hi, buddy!” He waved then leapt off of my shoulder in a swan dive, sailing toward the floor as I gaped at his tiny naked ass then he shifted and returned to a full sized man in front of us.

omg!!

“I’m gonna climb your dick like Mount Everest, buttercup,” he murmured in my ear as Roary led the way out of the elevator and I elbowed him in the ribs. “You try that and G-spot Joe is gonna be dead G-spot Joe,” I warned but he just grinned wider and I couldn’t resist the urge to return it. Fuck, I was relieved he was okay. But dammit, why did I like this idiot so much?

LOL I hope this happens. Not the death but the climbing

"Never have I ever had the hots for one of the guards," said a girl with pink eyebrows and the words Suck My Glit tattooed along her jaw. She drank and so did a bunch of the others as they started snorting like ponies. "Which one?" Sparkle demanded of her. "Officer Cain," she said with a grin. "Cain's a hardass, I like my asses soft," said a huge guy with colourful knuckle tats that said Suck Horn. "Like Officer Hastings."

oh... run babe

Stars, if you're listening, please help me. There was no answer, and I found myself playing along with the game in my own head. Never have I ever been so afraid in all my life.

i wanna protect him

Though I wasn't sure how long I could keep using that excuse for. There was something more between us. Something dangerous and alluring which I was afraid might burn me when I finally gave in to it.

I walked on confidently, the feeling of my pack surrounding me filling me with a sense of safety even while a shiver of unease tracked down my spine. Obviously Ethan and Roary were included in that sentiment but somehow I felt like Sin and Cain were too.

they are!

was about to turn away from them when I spotted my own number stitched into the lapel and I stepped forward to get a closer look. Cain shot around the desk, rifling through paperwork as I frowned at the jumpsuit and as I reached out to touch it, I was suddenly knocked clean off of my feet. I hit the floor hard, smacking into Roary's legs and cursing in surprise as I found Cain standing where I'd just been, his eyes wild with panic. “What the fuck?” Ethan roared. "Tell me you didn't touch that," he barked, ignoring the way the other three guys were moving towards him like they had every intention of killing him. "Touch what?" I asked in confusion. "The jumpsuit," Cain said, shooting forward and grabbing my hand to inspect it. "Tell me you didn't lay a hand on it." The others paused, clearly as confused by his behaviour as I was. "I didn't,"

fkjda ;l don't touch it!

"It's the jumpsuits," Cain explained, picking up a piece of paper from the desk and holding it out as Sin moved forward to take it. "They're lacing them with rotweed - that stuff sends you batshit crazy in small doses. By the looks of this they're dosing the clothes with enough of it to break a Fae's mind completely within a matter of weeks." "That's why the inmates were suddenly going insane," I breathed in realisation, letting Roary haul me to my feet as I drank in that information.

woah

Sin broke the tension by balling the piece of paper up and swiftly eating it. "There," he said, half choking on the thing. "Now no one will remember that they were coming after you."

hes so loving in his own ways

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around Sin’s waist, hugging him tightly as I listened to the solid thump of his heart in his chest. "Thank you," I whispered and Sin fell still, his arms slowly closing around me in return as he breathed out slowly. "I won't let them take you, wild girl. You're my fantasy, not theirs."

He was a big fucker and the crazed look in his eyes got a whole lot crazier as he got over the cuts which now lined his flesh from the broken glass and realised he was free. "They took it from me," he said in a deep, slow voice, not moving an inch while his knuckles still remained pressed to the padded wall. His face was pale and his eyes seemed empty of light, like his soul had been carved clean from his body. "Oh nooo," Sin cooed. "You should kill 'em for that, Nige. Kill 'em up good." "Yeah," Nigel said in a husky whisper. "I should kill 'em up real good."

uh oh

"I can't live this life," Nigel breathed, looking to the five of us as we just stood there watching him. "Thank you for setting me free." He slashed the blade across his throat in a savage swipe that made me suck in a sharp breath at the shock of it. "Shit. We need to heal him," Ethan gasped, moving forward, but Sin threw an arm out with a growl of refusal as Nigel's blood poured from the gaping wound in his throat to cover the ground. "Let him die with dignity," Sin warned, his eyes flashing dangerously around the rest of us like he was challenging any of us to try and step in. "No man should have to live if life has given up on him. He made his choice, he took his revenge. Let him join the stars and find peace."

omg!

"Drav Enterprises."

VARD

I raised my chin right back and slid a rock from my pocket, picking one from the collection I had in there. I launched it at Amira while her gaze was fixed on Rosalie and it smacked her in the forehead with a plap.

LOL

My wild girl was a clever sausage with sauce on. “She’s a moon doubter!” Sonny shouted, pretending to throw up a bit in his mouth. Or maybe he actually did. I chuckled. Wolves were fun. “Moon doubter, moon doubter, moon doubter!” I started chanting, jumping up and down and more and more of Rosalie’s pack picked up the chant. “It’s not – that’s not what I-” Amira spluttered, and I grinned darkly as Rosalie advanced on her.

Rosalie’s tits pressed to Amira’s as she growled and arched a brow at her rival, waiting for her to reply. It was a tit off. Survival of the tittest. And my girl had the best tits in town so it was obvious who would win. Even Esme’s grapefruits didn’t have a nipple on Rosalie’s mangoes.

a tit off

Ha, tit shamed bitch.

“They like me,” I said with a bright smile. “They like anyone I tell them to,” she said with a laugh and my smile stuttered out. Oh. “But I’m sure they like you anyway,” she backtracked. “I didn’t mean it like that.” My fingers slid from hers and I let the tide of hands carry me away from her. “Sin!” she cried, like I was Wilson and she was Tom Hanks in Castaway. I frowned back at her, my mood descending as I folded my arms and dropped my head backwards so I slid down to the floor through the throng of bodies, disappearing from sight.

i need him to be mated already

Five and a piece of lint I’d named Clint. I lifted them to my mouth and whispered, “Do you only like me because she told you to as well?” Silence. “Well?!” I roared at the obnoxious rocks and that cocky piece of lint. Nothing. Even Clint didn’t have anything to say. “Fuck you!” I threw them all as hard as I could and took a big guy down who was hanging laundry up on his cell bars. “Why?!” he wailed as he rubbed the places the rocks had hit him, but if he wanted answers he needed to take it up with Clint and his rock band.

sob

“I’m looking,” he snarled. Ethan and Roary started whispering to Rosalie and brushing their hands over her and each other too, sharing smirks and jokes that Cain and I weren’t a part of. I elbowed Officer Grump in the side. “You see it now?” “What?” he grunted dismissively, but his gaze hadn’t left them either and I could see the glimmery green jewels of jealousy in his eyes. “We’re the outsiders. The unmated.” I ground my teeth. “You know what that means, right?” “No,” he said flatly. “But I think you’re going to tell me.” “We’re the disposable ones.” I yanked his face around to look at me. “We’re like a bag of peanuts on an airplane.” “You’re not talking sense, Eighty-Eight,” he growled in frustration.

stop it

“Once we get out of here, they’ll forget about us. But I don’t wanna be a peanut, Mason, I wanna be a cashew.” “Do not call me Mason,” he snarled, trying to prise me off of him, but I had the grip of a limpet on a ship’s hull.

you are a cashew!

“Come back where exactly? We made no arrangement to meet again, hound,” Pudding said in his slow, deep voice. I was always hanging on every word he said because it seemed like he was about to say something really, really important. He hadn’t yet, but it was coming. I just knew it.

same sin same

“Do you think your cousin will let me ride his ass?” I asked hopefully. “Ew, Sin, what the fuck?” She turned to me. “In his Dragon form,” I said with a smirk. “You told me he lets you ride him. I bet you get the best view sitting on his ass.” “Oh,” she burst out laughing. “Of course he will. We can go together.” “Promise?” I snarled like a beast, suddenly grabbing her arm as she went to make the call, forcing her to face me as my heart ticked like a time bomb in my chest. “Do you swear we’ll do things once we get out, you won’t just…leave?” A dangerous energy was rising in me that I’d only ever experienced when I was about to hunt and kill.

LOL

Rosalie’s brows stitched together and she searched my eyes for a moment before moving into my arms and placing a soft kiss on my lips. “I won’t leave you, Sin. Do you really think I would?” “You’ve got your mates.” I shrugged stiffly. “And your family.” “You can be a part of all that…if you want to?”