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Rockets of Love - Chapter Five

Pairing: Bucky x Plus Size Reader

Chapter Summary: With the last of your speed dates done, all you want to do is get home and game with Bucky. But first, a little betrayal by your best friend.

Words: 1.8k

Note: This is a relatively short chapter compared to some of the previous ones. Thanks for reading, I hope you've been enjoying it so far ❤ if you have please consider giving it a like and a reblog, if you leave a comment with your reblog I will always reply so long as Tumblr doesn’t make it vanish.

I've included a made-up phone number and skype name in this chapter, I have no idea if they belong to anyone, if they do it's definitely not to our bae Bucky - apologies.

Warnings: alcohol consumption/drunkenness, language, derogatory language, slight stressful situations, self-esteem issues

*** 18+ content - this whole fic is written for adults - minors do not interact ***

Rockets of Love Masterlist

You frantically tried to keep your cool. Having done so well to keep your real-life identity separate from your online persona, it was ironic that a slip up like this would happen. You needed to know who this guy was, who he knew and whether he was going to cause problems for you online.

Stressing out, big time, you sent Bucky a message.

Hey, I need to talk to you. I’m freaking the fuck out here.

MD X

His reply was instantaneous.

Are you ok? Are you safe? If you need me, my skype is: James_Buchannan_Barnes. And my cell is: 347-242-1917.

Please be ok!

Bucky X

The panic in his reply was evident.

Shit!

You had been pretty cryptic but for him to just throw out his contact info like that, he must really be worried, and really care.

I’m ok. I’m safe. Still here, in speed dating hell.

It’s nothing life threatening or anything but something came up that I need to talk to you or Steve, or Nat about later. Sorry for worrying you.

I’ll tell you when I get online later, Mr Hottie 😉

MD X

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” You mumbled to your next date but didn’t bother making an excuse. You weren’t really desperate to meet anyone anyway and as the night had drawn on you’d become less and less interested in what these people thought of you. A buff-blonde fitness freak called Carl sat down in front of you

“No problem. My friend Tony is a tough act to follow anyway.” Carl said, nodding towards the sexist dickhead now at Den’s table.

You looked at him in confusion.

“That guy.” Carl tipped his head to the guy who identified himself as [HDR]Taskmaster. “He’s been my friend since high school.”

“Good to know.” You said, trying to calm yourself. Tony wasn’t paying any attention to you or his friend Carl, thankfully.

“So…” He said, reading your name from your sticky tag. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you play Orion Protocol?”

“I do, yes.” Not this again, please.

“I don’t play but Tony does. He’s played for years. Even when I go round to hang out, he’s always playing.”

“To play so long he must be really good.” You latched on to the fact that Carl seemed more interested in talking about his friend than about himself or you.

“He says he’s one of the best.” Carl watched you knock your wine back. This time a waiter just came over unbidden.

“Thank you.” You smiled and turned your attention back to Carl, who was so deep in his bromance with Tony that he didn’t catch the predatory look you gave him. “I’ve played with Tony a few times. He’s fun. I think I might have went to the same school.” You lied.

In the five minutes you got to talk to Carl, you found out that sexist dickhead Tony was in fact Anthony Masters of Clapham, London. You found out what school Tony had went to, his mum and dad’s names (Margorie and Anthony Sr.), the name of his pet Staffordshire terrier (Annabell), and his favourite type of music (house). You didn’t feel so bad anymore about Tony knowing your first name and being able to put your face to your online persona.

You asked Carl some more questions about where he likes to hang out, and he supplied the name of the gym that they both attend (Ultimate Fitness), along with his (and Tony’s) regular training schedule. Carl worked as a barber while Tony worked as telesales agent with a well-known TV and phone company. You wondered absently if your company did tech solutions for the place he worked and whether you’d ever had to speak to him before to bail him out of the shit.

When you said goodbye to Carl, you felt so much better. You would still speak to Bucky about HYDRA later but you were less worried about [HDR]Taskmaster since you now had enough information to find out his address and phone number, and probably how much tax he paid last year.

Through dates nineteen and twenty you were practically clock watching. You had been there over three hours now and the relentlessness of meeting new face after new face had taken its toll on you. Craving the comfort of your own home you had ploughed through more wine than you should have and were pretty much talking gobbledygook at this point.

“Stick a fork in me, I’m done!” You got up on wobbly legs when the timer ran out on date twenty. You didn’t even bother to look at his name, which was a shame, he was very friendly and not at all offended by your drunken ramblings.

Becca submitted your sheet for you, frowning at the lack of second date requests you’d made. Your taxi ride home was filled with her and Den talking about which guys they liked and complaining that you didn’t like any.

“I said yes to one!” You said in your defence, but your attention had been mostly spent reading emails from Bucky and replying to him.

On my way home now. You’re sooooo going to regret asking me to play tonight, Mr Hottie. I’m shit-faced lol.

Meeee XXX

You clicked send just in time to catch Becca reading your screen from your shoulder.

“Fuck off!” You hid your phone against your chest.

“Who’s Mr Hottie?”

“Oooooh!” Den cooed.

“You’re such a bitch!” You smirked, and Becca laughed.

“Seriously though. You’ve been texting all night and you’re looking quite pleased with yourself about it, so spill.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Oh, of course.” Becca rolled her eyes and made a grab for your phone. “Who is he?”

“No one you know.” You said, relenting ever so slightly.

“Wait! Is that a picture?” Becca fully grabbed your phone from your hands and scrolled to the email with the attachment. “This better not be a dick pic, I swear.”

You tried to wrestle with her but she kept you at arm’s length. Her arms were longer than yours.

“It’s not.” You groaned, flopping against the seat in defeat. There was no use fighting now, she was going to see everything.

“Holy shit!” Becca laughed in surprise. “Mr Hottie is actually fucking gorgeous. Jesus! How long you been talking to him? Check him out.” She showed Bucky’s picture to Denise.

“Months.” You groaned. “But not like that. He’s in my gaming clan.” You grumbled.

“He’s nice. How old is he?”

“Actually, I don’t know.” You closed your eyes, ready to ride out the laughs you were going to get over your conversation with Bucky.

“He seems really funny.” Becca said, still messing with your phone.

“He is.” It was only a matter of time.

“And sweet. Maybe a bit pervy.” She chuckled.

“That one.” Den said, in a hushed voice.

You groaned internally. Looked like they found something worth reading.

“And that one.” Den said again.

“Come on you ho-bags, just quit already. You’re killing my buzz and now all I wanna do is fill my face with pizza and go to sleep.” You whined, closing your eyes to the queasiness in your gut. Nerves. Frustration. Too much wine and a jiggling taxi ride. Whatever.

The weight of your phone being laid on your thigh made your eyes snap open. Becca was looking at you with a shit-eating grin and Denise wasn’t looking at you at all, instead she looked sheepishly out the window. What the fuck had they done?

Your phone vibrated before you had a chance to look at the damage caused and at that moment the taxi pulled up outside your house.

“Text me in the morning.” Becca said plucking a crumpled up ten from your white-knuckled fist.

She ushered you out of the door and shut it after you, telling the driver to drive away.

Your phone buzzed a second time and you dropped your keys in front of your gate. The wine and the frustration of the phone hijacking made you stumble as you went for your keys. You had to use the gate to steady yourself, resting your head against the cool metal.

Your phone buzzed a third time and you just stuffed it into your bag. Opening the front door was a two-handed job at this point.

Finally inside, you got into your PJs and wiped off your make-up. The idea of pizza was burning in your brain but at almost 11pm there was no way you were going out for some or try to order some in. You made toast and a cup of tea. It seemed like a better idea.

Your phone buzzed again. It was probably Becca texting to say she’d got home safe or apologising for being a dick with your phone.

In your office/gaming room you got yourself set up to play Orion Protocol. You had water now, after the tea and toast, and were feeling a little less drunk but still a bit woozy.

As soon as you signed in, Bucky sent you an invite to chat. It was like he’d been waiting for you.

“Hey, gorgeous!” There was a slight thickness to his voice that you assumed was the alcohol, and a subtlety to his tone that you associated with him smiling.

“Hey yourself.” You couldn’t help but grin. Now that you had a face to put to his voice you could almost see his expressions when he spoke.

It was just you two in the chat. You started up your game and waited for it to load.

“Did you get my emails?” He asked. “I didn’t expect you to send me pictures but I’m happy you did.”

“Wait, what?!” You almost didn’t register what he said. “What pictures?”

“You sent me a couple of pictures of yourself.” He half-laughed. “Did you drink so much you forgot? It was only like thirty minutes ago.”

“Ohmygod!” You groaned, exasperated. “That little BITCH!”

“Oh shit! What happened?”

“One sec.”

You threw your headset down and scrambled for your bag. Pulling out your phone, you opened your conversation with Bucky to find that four pictures of yourself had been sent.

You wanted to cry.

One selfie with you and Den from tonight, one full length with Becca also from tonight, one older picture of you looking all sassy when Becca had asked you to smile for the camera and you’d given her your Disney villain face, and another one where you were in fits of laughter after your mutual friend Ben had shown up to a house party wearing a yellow mankini under his clothes – the mankini made its appearance about 12 cans and 2 hours into the party.

You were absolutely mortified. How could she do that to you? Becca was supposed to be your best friend. She knew you kept your online life and real life separate. She knew you were paranoid about your appearance despite the faux confidence. She knew.

You sat on the floor and tried not to cry.

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Welcome To The Pack: Have To Get Them Back

Summary- 11.7k Alpha!Steve x You. Tony is being pressured by the council to share information about The Mountain Pack. Steve and You strengthen more of your bond, even through all the mayhem happening. Sam comes with news of an unwanted presence in the town nearby. Natasha has to get them out of Pierces hold, before it's to late. Warnings- Smut, oral, some dominating attitude. Violence.

A/N- Thank you all so much for your interest in this series. I really hope you all continue to enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. Happy Howling from the Wolves. 🐺❤

A/N- Just another shout out to a similar fic from Imanuglywombat called Hungry Like The Wolf that you can find in the link. They do have similarities, and she is aware of them. I highly suggest going to read, cause it's such a wonderful story. Moodboard made by @autumnrose40

Chapter Four / Pack Masterlist

“Brock, you know that little town you are so fond of. Your old stomping grounds? I got a package there that needs picking up. Mmmhm, sure you can rough up a little, but she best be getting to me all in one piece, I may need her intact.” Pierce scrolled through Bucky”s phone, pausing on a picture that was in his text messages. “Of course, regular payment due upfront. Take a look at my selection. Perhaps you and Alanna find something your partial to. Excellent, see you then.” Hitting end, Pierce set his phone down and continued leering at the picture on Bucky’s phone, the pretty face staring back at him had no idea who was coming for her.

And that gave him a sick satisfaction. Selling off Bucky to Hydra was already satisfying enough, but to let the White Wolf know he also had his girl and there was nothing the man or animal could do about it. Well, it was good having all the power.

Tony arrived back home with Pepper, and although his pack lived just outside of New York City, the actual city was still home, and taking a deep inhale, he and his wolf rumbled happily in a much calmer state. This is where Tony was Alpha, he hated being out of his element, and that weight slid off Tony’s shoulders. He would never leave is given the option at this point. Pepper who shouldered her bag, slid up beside him, rubbing her cheek into her mate's shoulder. “Better now Tony, now that we're home?”

“Am I that easy to read? Guess I best be working on that.” The Alpha smirked as they passed wolves who worked in the compound, greeting them once in a while before returning to there own private quarters. Tony hadn't even had a chance to set there overnight bags on the bed when an AI fondly called Friday piped up.

~Councilman Ross on the phone Sir~

“Tell him to fuck off Friday, we just got back,” Tony said nonchalantly as he opened the bag, and Pepper laughed in the background, hearing him from the living room. Pulling out a suit, he smacked at some wrinkles with his hand to straighten them out, and set it aside, reaching for Peppers dress she wore yesterday. “Dry Cleaners with the red number Pep?”

“Yes Tony, send that suit to.” She called back, still ignoring that Ross was on the phone.

~He claims it's urgent Sir~

“Hmmm, Tell him I said I'm not in and leave a message after the beep... BEEEP.” Tony handed off some stuff to be hung to Pepper who came in, going into there large walk in closet. “I got this Alpha, he's not going to stop till you see what he wants.”

“I regret ever letting myself getting talked into this shit.” The Alpha cursed, and Pepper was inclined to agree. Ever since the Council decided Tony would be the leading face of passing on the new laws, it had become a nightmare for them. Pepper nuzzled him as he walked into his office grumbling under his breath. Her Wolf whining for here mate, and she could feel her bond ache to go to him. Rubbing at the side of her neck where Tony had just renewed there bite before going to the Mountain Packs home, she eased her wolf to calm, promising she would get to spend time with him soon. Pepper smiled thinking about there bonding. Through the bond her Wolf could go to his when they were close. It was easing to her as well as him, there bond strong still after all this time. “Soon Love soon, let him finish business first.”

“Okay Friday, patch him through.” Tony went into the adjourning office located off the bedroom, and plopped in a spinning chair, the phone soon buzzing on his desk. “Ross, pleasant surprise you blowing up my phone as soon as Pepper and I return. Like you are spying on me or something.” The Stark Wolf snarled at that, licking his muzzle with a promise.

Tempting isn't it, bite right in that haunch Beast and he be walking in circles the rest of his life.

That made the Wolf huff in laughter.

There was a gruff muffled voice on the end that snapped back. “Cut it out Stark, I wanted to hear the condition of the Mountain Pack you just returned from.”

“More like you want to know if Steve Rogers will be going after Pierce? He should, I would if a wolf came up on my borders with that story.” Tony turned to his computer, signing in. “From what I was told about the girl, Pierce did some pretty terrible things, as we ALREADY know. I given you all of Starks finest intelligence equipment, free of charge might I add. Nice tax write off though.” Tony, intentionally being snarky, Ross has a way of getting under the man's skin, it was only a favor to be a prick right back.

“Exactly, Story. He's gonna knot the bitch and claims that this Pack War will be for her honor. We are this close to getting to Hydra through Pierce and Rogers is going to mess it up. Rogers is getting too powerful with the size of his pack. Why we need him to willingly sign these Pack Accords that you are supposed to be softening him up to. How's that going?” Ross asked over the phone and Tony rubbed at his beard, thinking about it.

“You should know Rogers is never ever going to sign anything that is going to take away his control over his wolves. You know he's never cared for the Council in the first place, he is just following along for now to keep peace among the Packs. As soon as it starts to go against his values, he's going to refuse. The Accords I can already tell you are not going to be something he just 'goes along with.’”

If they retaliate and refuse, half the other packs in the area will as well. We are this close Stark to having this all under control and peace among the packs. Convince him, you said you would.” Ross snarled at him.

“I believe Ross, I said I would try. Speaking of under control, Why are you all still waiting to close down on Pierce? from the evidence you've shown me, you have more than enough to strip him of Alpha status.” Tony growled, recalling emails from earlier in the week. The images making him take a deep breath through his nose to calm the rage his wolf was feeling at there lost brothers and sisters hanging off the wall.

“Bigger Fish Tony. We want to take out the Hydra Clan, then we need Pierce. Why Rogers can't fuck it up. Why I need you to do your job Stark. ”

Like I have any power over Steve.

Oh don't I fucking know it.

You laid under Steve’s heavy rocking body with his hand hand firmly grasped around the back of your neck, keeping you firmly pressed down against the boards of the dock. Your fingers curled into the edge of the wood, digging your nails in as he thrust his cock harder into your aching cunt. You pressed back to, as much as you had the mind to. It was hard to stay focused when the Alpha was grunting against your ear, nuzzling your neck and biting on your shoulder to hold you in place, not that his weight pressing against your back and the solid deck underneath you wasn't doing a good job of keeping you pinned already.

You had woken up curled around him, the two of you never even made it back up to the house after your swim. Steady strokes drifted you both back to the deck and Steve grasped your waist to push you up onto the deck, and you slipped up enough to sit on the edge, next to you Steve braced his hands against the wood and pulled himself up to, sitting next to you. Your wolves both had enough control that the human shyness over nudity simply didn't exist. “You know any of them Steve?” You asked as you leaned back, pointing up to the wild night above you.

The Alpha looked up and he to eased back, hands behind his head, studying them. “Not the proper names, no. As kids, Buck and I would come swim at night to when it was hot. We would float out the middle of the water and make out own up. Like that one there... “ He pointed out a cluster that you knew to be the big dipper, delving into a ridiculous story you knew only a child's mind could come up with. You shifted over closer, and his arm stretched out so you to had a cushion on his bicep. Your eyes felt heavier and soon closed, listening to the Alphas deep lilting tone. Your Little Wolf stretched out to, this here, sleeping outside under the stars was new for both of you, at least since you yourself was a child. It never felt more right behind curled up to Steve’s side.

<Our Little One is passed out Steve.> The Large Silver Wolf yawned, sleepy himself as he laid his muzzle on top of his stretched out paws, still vigilant with the occasional twitch of his nose, or ears roving back and forth for anything other then the occasional bird call or peepers on the lakes edge.

We will let her sleep, she seems really relaxed out here with us. Steve glanced down, your features soft and a sigh from you made you shift in closer, hiking your leg over his and sliding from his bicep to his shoulder.

And when you woke up to the sun warming your face and Steve’s arm hitched around you with him asleep beside you, the fire was back in your belly, leaving your wolf whining in need as she to stirred awake, panting in your heat. Steve stirred next to you feeling you flinch, the tip of his nose wiggling in his sleep to catch sent of your arousal, When blue eyes shot open, yellow tinged with a soft growl, warning any who might be nearby to stay away. “Mine” was all he was able to say, caught up in your scent, you welcomed him without hesitation, knowing he would be able to sate the need. Rumbles between plucks of his teeth and tongue along your body, his fingers spreading your thighs apart and bringing you high in the morning breaking over the lake. Your moans seemed louder out in the open space then in the confines of his bed, leaving you quick clenching and cumming all over his hand. But that was not enough, in your heat you needed the knot.

Which he was working towards, your cunt fluttered when he flipped you to your stomach and he lined his cock up to your dripping needing cunt. You hissed at his intrusion, arching your backside more and fluttered around his cock pounding into you, and his arms wrapped around you, a hand grasping into your waist to plunge you back to meet him. You couldn't keep quiet, not that you tried being taken apart by Steve. Steady ah ah ah and moans rippling through you intermingled with Steves grunts and growls, his hot breath against your neck. He had already sent you over several times, shaking in his hold as he would slow down to ride you through it, only to speed back up when you came back, wriggling your ass into his groin. Here he had you aching from them, but his words met your ear, and you submitted to him once more. “Your so close Little One, one more, and I will knot you.”

One more orgasm, that was all you had to give after the others, and your toes curled, giving something between a cry of his name and a howl falling from you as your body locked, milking his cock, Steve shifted, releasing the hold on the back of your neck and moving his arm from around your hips, both hands clasped over the top of yours that was also gripping the edge of the wood. Shifting himself to drape over your back and his strokes were deep and claiming, looking to reach his orgasm to flood both of your systems with satisfaction. Steves ankles locked over yours and you could only submit for him again, your orgasms still riddling your body when his load filled you, immediately his knot swelling and making you yelp at the pressure.

“Shhh, relax Little One, it's all over now.” his tongue sliding behind your ear, leaving his scent which washed over you and you softened feeling his weight caging you. Was it really all over? You were beginning to think it wasn’t. Never really all over. The both of you sinking into the sensation, his chest crushed against your back, both of you giving harsh pants. Steve whispering against the hollow of your neck and shoulder. “Can't get enough of you Little One, you feel so good.” Soon the knot loosened, and you whimpered at the loss feeling, and even more so when he pulled out, kissing down your back till he got to your ass, biting a cheek firmly before moving to a kneel behind you and you rolled, pushing yourself to sit up, stretching.

“Think anyone saw us?” You chuckled softly, glancing around, as your Little Wolf snickered in amusement, you shifting over closer to Steve, whos eyes crinkled in the corners, snorting in laughter himself, and giving a shake of his head. “Not unless anyone is walking the beach, and I don't see or smell anyone down there. The only other cabin down this close to the water is Buck's, and he's with Natasha right now.” The two of you pushed up to a stand and headed to the stairs to get back to his homes back deck. Steve was quick to reach down and grab his pants he ditched last night, and following along behind you into his bedroom.

You disappear into the hallway, and he can hear you shuffling into the spare bedroom, looking for clothing.

<Why don't you just have her move her items in here> The Wolf yawned out, stirring itself in Steve’s mind and Steve faltered a bit, pulling out a pair of slacks and tee shirt.

Cause she still needs her own space. I'm just helping her pass her heat right now.

<For having your mate so damn close and you being this pack's Alpha. You're pretty fucking thick-headed sometimes.> The Wolf scented the air. <Smell that? She's carrying your scent now. Any wolf will know she belongs to you., even without the official mating bond. These human restrictions you put on yourself is bullshit.> Steve growled at himself as he grabbed a belt and looped it through, heading in towards the kitchen where he heard you, and he couldn't help but smirk a bit. You got cravings during your heats. Just like before, you were searching into cupboards and following the tip of your wriggling nose, picking something up and sniffing it, before shoving it back away. White teeth pulling at your pink bottom lip, your hair now piled on top of your head in a mess of a bun, and you managed to find a pair of shorts as well as a tank top before going on your mission for sustenance.

Okay, I will ask her if what she wants to do. You might not like the answer.

The Wolf flicked his tail as if brushing Steve off, tilting his head as he watched you as well.

“What are you searching for Little One?” Steve questioned as he opened the fridge to grasp a carton of orange juice, and you twisted when you smelled something there, your eyes narrowing. Steve opened the fridge further and you made a beeline for the fridge, searching for something, speaking as you glanced over what was in there. “This right here Steve.” Pulling out a bottle, Steve snorted and arched a brow.

“Maple Syrup?”

You opened the jar and inhaled deeply, breaking out in a grin yourself and nodding. Even your Little Wolf was excited, spinning in circles at it. “Yup, I'm thinking French Toast... or pancakes? What would you rather have?” Steve seemed to think about it before reaching in for a carton of eggs, and the milk.

“French Toast, my mother used to make it with a bit of cinnamon, and Darling you make it the same way, you're my new favorite wolf here.” Steve teased, and you couldn't help the heat racing up your neck, tingling most delightfully, you ended up squeezing your thighs, recalling how he said he couldn't get enough of you earlier. His praises of you were as much as rush as feeling him firmly claiming you. Your Little Wolf didn't miss the opportunity to point it out either of course.

<Hmmm, looks like he wants to keep you around after all Y/N> teasing and the back of your neck tingled, making you rub at it.

We’re just teasing each other. He’a helping me out.

<Sure he is, and I’m a pure-breed poodle. Go ahead, tease back. What's the point of being with your Alpha if you can't have some fun.> The Little Wolf encouraged, nudging at you. The wolf had a point, you bit at your lip and decided to play along.

“Well, Handsome, your certainly my favorite wolf here.” You winked at him while grabbing the eggs and cracking them one at a time. The Alpha slid up behind you, his hands sliding just under your tank top to bare skin, and letting the tip of his nose tracing along the curve of your neck, inhaling your warmth deeply. His Wolf was right, interlaced with your honeysuckle warmth was his own, fresh pine and masculine, intermingling. Fuck it went straight to his head in a rush, as well as his cock that pressed into your ass. Closing his eyes to appreciate the sensations sliding over him, it was so different then the lust he’s felt with others and right. Like how the fuck has he been missing this all this time? Steve never wanted it to end. Even his own Wolf seemed to fall into a trance, deep inhales filling his lungs with the warm scent of you was enough to make him growl softly. The slight brush of his beard along the hollow of your shoulder and neck meeting made you shiver in his hands. He liked that, liked being able to draw that out of you.

Steve nipped just lightly in that spot that was red from his beard and pulled away, digging for a frying pan when he went to the stove. “Doll, me the favorite? Wait till I tell Sara.” You whisked the dredge with quick flick of your wrist and snorted at him, sticking out your tongue. “Do that, and I will deny every word.” You let the whisk settle and went to a spice rack, looking through it for his requested cinnamon. Steve clicked on the stovetop and rolling the frying pan after he put some butter in it to melt, he set it back down over the heat and went over, reaching around you to grab the McCormick bottle, handing it to you.

“Thank you, Alpha wanted to make sure I still keep my top-ranking status of the pack by making proper cinnamon french toast.” You claimed while sprinkling it on, and setting aside to add more later. Steve stepped aside when you came over, bowl and loaf of bread in hand. “Your welcome Little One, even if you broke my heart earlier.”

“I'm sure I will be able to make it up to you later.” You retorted as you pulled out a pile of bread and tossed a couple of slices in the dredge before putting them in the pan. Your hand was held out and Steve stated at it a moment before looking back at you with an arched brow. “Good Sir, I require... a spatula. And a fork. Cause I like to have options.” Laughing, Steve pushed off the counter and dug into the drawers, bringing out what you had asked for. You turned down the heat to stop them from burning, quick to get them out, and start another. These simmered slower, and Steve again moved behind you. This time you leaned back against his chest, feeling very relaxed. Comfortable.

A whole new sensation for you with any Wolf. All those from the past that tried to be intimate in any way made you lash out and push away, Steve though was different. His fingers were searing trails of warmth along your skin, and the soft touches on your neck had you arching for more, you didn't want him to stop. Even in your regular moments, the heat was not making you insane with needing to be fucked, he still managed to make a coil in your belly ache and want to whine for me. You could feel him scenting you again, huffs flowing along your shoulder and neck, that soft claiming growl, this time he didn't pull away and you didn't try to make him stop. Kissing on your neck, and his fingers digging into your waist.

“Do you want me to stop?” His lips traced these words against your thudding pulse and you shook your head slightly, dropping the spatula and clicking off the stove top. When Steve heard that click, he twisted you to face him and easily lifted you to sit on the counter. “No Alpha, don't you dare stop.” Your eyes widened and legs spread as you fisted your hand into Steve’s tee-shirt, pulling him forward into you, leaning into his expansive hard chest slightly so your lips fit against his own. At first, it was exploring slips of the tongue along a bottom lip, a press at the seam, parting for more, your hands sliding into his hair, and tugging it, making him growl into the kiss.

You didn't want this play to stop, your Little Wolf issuing her growl that slipped from you as you bit on his bottom lip, sucking on it with a lifted gaze from under your lashes. Harder fingers dug into your thighs, jerking you to the edge of the counter so you had to wrap around his waist to keep from tipping to the floor, breasts crushing into the hard planes of his chest, the two of you continued trying to overtake the others kiss, this time you didn't submit to what he wanted, not until he grabbed the hair piled at the back of your neck and tipped your head back to expose your neck.

Steve's lips latched to that tender spot that left your gasping, now he was winning this. Steve could feel you sinking further into him, and right at this second, he was willing to play a little dirty. Rocking your body against himself, your gasp and whimper playing with the mix of your arousal flooding the air, it became Steve’s new goal to have you like this as frequently as possible. A swipe of his tongue over your mouth and tipping down to your collarbone, he was this close to tugging off that tanktop of yours when the sounds of “Trouble Man" filled the room. Your hands braced against his chest when he growled and his forehead leaned against yours, breathing in deeply the intermingled scents while trying to calm down.

“You should answer that?” You questioned, smoothing your hands against his chest and shifting back to give him some room. Right as you said that, there was a knock on the door, and Steve let his hands slide along your thighs, straightening up with an apologetic look. “How about you finish the french toast Little One.” He said softly, grasping your hips gently and helping you slide down. Another bang against the door made Steve bark out. “Just a minute Sam.”

“Well hurry it up, man,” Sam grumbled and you clicked the stove back on, Steve nipped gently at the back of your neck and made his way to the front door. The Wolf huffed out in annoyance, and Steve did his best to calm his thoughts, not agitate the beast.

Bucky’s not technically a Beta even though he chooses to act like one. Steve pointed out, as he opened the door, and Sam, hands in his jacket pockets sighed. “We got a problem, Steve, down in town.”

As Steve stepped outside onto the front deck, the Wolf again growled.

Down Fido Down... Steve teased his Wolf while arching a brow at Sam. “What's going on in the village that has anything to do with us, Sam?”

“Sara was running some errands when she passed what looks like a crime scene. She scented him, Steve. Brock. He was there, and now this girl is missing.

“Well, what the fuck does he want with a girl?” Steve growled, half to himself, racking his brain to think of a connection. Rumlow had disliked the humans, tried to keep the pack away from them as much as possible, the grounds completely closed off to them. Started years of wild rumors in town that they were a bunch of compound junkies, conspiracy theorists. Steve was just now fixing the damage after all these years opening the logging company, hiring people who were in desperate need of the work. No, it didn't make sense. It was best he went down and saw it all for himself. “Got a truck ready?”

Sam nodded, pulling out a set of keys from his jacket pocket. “Figured you would want to go right away.”

“Yea, let me just go tell Y/N that I'm leaving,” Steve said as he went back out, and Sam didn't say a word, he understood the bond. Where others might say something about Steve now being on a leash, Sam respected the Alphas consideration for his Mate, not quite mate? The way it was supposed to be. He had told Sara the same thing not 10 minutes ago when he was tugging on his jacket.

<Fuck they make it confusing.> the mottled Wolf leaped and stretched his muscles, feeling pent up in the mind.

You got that right. Sam waited patiently out on the porch, him and Sara knew the second they met they belonged together, it's to bad not everyone has it that easy.

Inside, Steve smelled the French toast with appreciations, just like Mama used to make, and You were just taking the last slice out of the pan, when he said your name out loud, making you look over your shoulder. “Just in time Alpha, they are already for your inspection.”

“I have to leave, but save me some, and I will eat them when I come back?” He hoped you wouldn't be to upset, you look to the plate in your hand and giving a shrug. “You can have them when you come back then Steve, it's not a big deal. Is everything okay though?” You asked, setting the plate down on the counter. You could feel your wolf perk up, the tip of her nose twitching. His heavy arousal scent has fallen away, and she whined a bit at his tone.

Quiet, you're distracting me.

<Whatever happened, he doesn't like it and it's made him nervous.> Her ears going flat, and you took notice of it as well.

“Looks like an old pack member, the old Alpha might have something to do with a missing person case in the village. I want to go make sure it is him first before doing anything about it. I ran him off a few of years ago, and isn't allowed back in this area. And that includes the town, it's an extended piece of our property. Just gonna go confirm it, see if we can't figure out what is going on.” Steve couldn't help but touch you, reaching over and his hand brushed knuckles along your neck, revealing the softness of your skin. The Wolf rumbled with appreciation, both their eyes falling to a close, and your hand lifted to take his, nodding with a firmness.

“Then you better go, Steve. We will be here, waiting for when you get back.” It didn't pass Steves notice the 'we', they both wanted to stay and wait for him, and that support alone made it easier for him to get back to the task at hand. Steve couldn't help but feel grateful at just how easy you made this. Grabbing his coat, he stepped out, down the stairs he went and headed to the garage. Sam a step just behind him, not saying a word. Steve couldn't help but make the comparisons from you to his ex. Alanna would have guilted him, made him feel bad for leaving her company so abruptly because of pack business. You, well fuck you encouraged him to go.

His Wolf shook out his fur, flexing, preparing for anything to happen. <How it should be.>

Agreed, now let us go see what our old acquaintance has done this time.

Don't worry, he won't be. I won't make that same mistake twice.

You stepped out onto the deck and watched the two men heading away, your Little Wolf nuzzling in your mind, sighing as she watched.

I wonder if this is tied to Pierce in some way? It can't be..., right? Why would he want a human woman?

Exactly... You sighed, wrinkling your nose that you could have even possibly brought misfortune to another's doorstep. Sara came up the steps quietly, watching Steve and Sam as well pull out of the garage and head up the road out of sight. You could smell her distress, and you turned to her, nudging her shoulder with yours.

“How about a cup of coffee? I bet Steves got a nip of Brandy we could add to it. It's five o clock somewhere.” You offered and Sara grinned grateful, breaking through her distress. “Plus I made french toast? Have you had breakfast yet?”

“Oh hell he does, you haven't raided his liquor cabinet yet?” Sara eased at your offer, and the two women escaped back inside, steering the conversation from what Sara came across, your goal to relax her, so what if you got her buzzed at 8 am.

Sam and Steve followed the flow of cars that like any small town, were trying to be inconspicuous while driving past the crime scene. Of course, the line of car’s weren't, and it was easy to see the flashing lights from far off in the distance till the two wolves rolled up on the scene. It was just a small little out of the way house. Cozy would be the way Steve would describe it. A beat-up Jeep in the driveway, as well as a couple of police cars. Parking the car, Steve and Sam made their way into the crowd of people being held back by the yellow line. Try as Steve might, he couldn't pick up any useful scent, sight, or sound. There were just too many people around, speculating what happened. It was enough to have his Wolf shaking his head in irritation, too much information slamming him at once. Steve didn't have the time to sort it for what he was looking for.

A single look to Sam broke the two of them out of the crowd and the walked down the street a way till they cut through an abandoned houses yard, cutting into the back. Quietly the two men went into a stand of trees and ran parallel along people's backyards till they came to the one that had the mayhem in the front. The back though, emptied. Short of a couple of officers dusting a back door handle. The two of you stayed just out of sight, observing. And Steve was able to catch snippets of everything. The woman's scent was subtle, clean laundry, and coffee. He frowned a bit to himself, trying to recall where he knew it from.

And sure enough, Brocks was wildly aggressively strong. There was no doubt he was here, and he used brute anger to get what he wanted. The detectives discussed possibilities for how he broke in. The door was wrenched and the detectives brought up the suggestion that he rammed the door with something. Yea, his shoulder... Steve knew it wouldn't have taken much effort for Rumlow to force his way inside, but why?

Once the detectives went inside, Sam and Steve cautiously made their way into the backyard and getting closer to the deck, Sam pulled up first, a gasp escaping his lips. “Well... I think we have our answer, Steve.”

“What do you-"

<Steve, Bucky... It's faint, a few days old now. But it's all over the place here.>

So, this is where the White Wolf comes at night.

“I think your right, Sam. Come... Let's get out of here, we have enough.” Turning, much less quiet and subtle then last time they left, jogging till they reached the truck, and Steve yanked out his phone from his back pocket and started to call Bucky, the rings over and over making him curse.

“I got a bad feeling Steve.” Sam starting the truck, peeled out, and Steve glanced at him, still holding the phone to his ear. “Fucking hell, me to Sam. Bucky texted me last night and called me Alpha.”

“Well fuck man, that be your first clue.” Sam quickly turned on the road that led them home, anxious now to get back to Sara and the rest of the pack. Steve contemplated trying Natasha and sent her a text to hoping she would get it. Both he and the Wolf were growling softly in agitation, worry for there packmates safety.

“I thought the same thing when I read it, I should have pushed further,” Steve admitted to Sam as they pulled in. A few howls went up to announce there return. When Steve still hadn't heard back from Bucky or Natasha, he wasn't taking any more chances. Not now. Boots thudding up the wooden steps, Steve twisted to look at Sam. “Get everyone together in the center field, pack meeting. And send our best tracking team we have to go pick up Brocks trail” Sam nodded and went to do as he was told.

Trust me, I wish Clint was back as well... I should have had him come back with Nat. Steve sighed as he reached for the door.

Going inside, Steve found Sara and You giggling over your coffee mugs, it was a sight he wished he was coming home to with better circumstances, feeling his Wolf settle back in when You were in sight, he approached you two. Your face lifted from where it had been caught up in the laughter, and seeing him it seemed to break into a wider grin.

“How did it all go?” You ask. Sliding your cup over to him and winking. “Its got a little extra to it Alpha, looks like you could use it.” You ripped at a piece of cold french bread and dipped it in the maple syrup you had between you and Sara, the other woman doing the same thing. “What did you put in this? It's amazing.” Sara exclaimed and you flashed a grin at Steve.

“Why, it's the cinnamon. Family secret though, don't tell anyone.” You played as if it was this big deal and Steve snorted a bit at you.

Lifting to sniff at it, he took a large swallow, smirking when he saw what you meant, the Brandy burning its way down in that most perfect of ways. “Sara, Sam is going around gathering up everyone for a meeting, can you go help him?”

A flash crossed her face and bit her lip. “Uh, sure... Thanks for the company Y/N.” She embraced you before leaving. Once Sara left, you grabbed her mug and rinsed it out. Debating if you should ask again for an explanation or not. You didn't dare push the Alpha, but Steve’s blue eyes warmed watching you, but his look of worry had not left his face. You set the cup aside and turned back to him. “Steve... What's wrong?”

“There looks like an abduction down in town, and checking out the area, Bucky’s scent is all over it like he's been staying there. Now he's not answering any texts, last night when I was out on the porch, an odd one was sent to me, I honestly don't think it was him.” In Steve’s mind the Wolf growled in agreement, knowing his packmate. “We have to go get him, Bucky has to know the woman was taken. Whatever she is to him, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if Rumlow hurt her.” Steve was swirling the coffee in the mug when it all changed, the sharp tang of fear slicing through the space between you two like he could cut it through the knife. His gaze shot up to see you shivering, wide-eyed.

“Little One, what's wrong?” He pushed off the counter and came around, just as he reached for you, you stuttered out. “Rumlow? Like Brock Rumlow?Steve, you have to get that girl back, before its too late.”

Natasha was observant, very observant. Through the night and well into the day, she watched the guards sloppy work. They only came in two at a time in a room with several wolves, their weapons of choice. Fucking tasers. It would be easy to overpower them.

Lucky us then huh. Natasha quipped, the Wolf pacing back and forth, ready for some action. We're fighting enough to get Bucky and whoever wants to come with us out. This is an extraction mission only. Natasha firmly reminded her Wolf. The Wolf agreed, ready to get the hell out of this place.

Kat, who seemed to attach herself to Natasha, piped up. “Where do you come from? You smell nothing like our pack.”

“From further North. My Alpha heard of all this, had to be sure.” Natasha winced looking around, they all seemed okay and used to it, but she was aching for the freedom again, get out of four trapping walls. Kat’s eyes widened hearing Natasha. “A wolf reached our packs borders, and Steve, my Alpha, couldn't just let something like this continue.”

“He cared enough to check it all out?” The woman asked, and Natasha nodded, tilting her head in her response. “He doesn't buy his partners?”

“Of course, this isn't right Kat, none of it. Selling off Wolves to the highest bidder, it's vile. We're supposed to be free, make our own choices in mates. Mutual pairing off, no one is supposed to by another.” Natasha stressed that this just wasn't normal.

Kat seemed to withdraw, lost in her thoughts. Shocked even it seemed to Natasha, and that just made her wonder further how long had any of them been stuck here, thinking this was the way it was supposed to be.

“You said a Wolf came to your border? Who was it?”

“Her name is Y/N, our Alpha took her into his home to recover.”

“She escaped? I thought Pierce finally sold her or killed her. She has come back so many times, it was just a matter of time before it was her end.”

A click of the door signaled the return of the guards, this time bringing in a cart of food. Natasha slipped away from Kat, eyeing them up and down. Huge brutes, but she was confident in her abilities. <Now or never?> The Red Wolf flexed her muscles confidentially.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall after all. She considered, approaching them. A slight sway to her hips caught one of the wolves attention, the man's eyes roaming her up and down. “Sweetheart, I know you’re new here, and fuck it all, you are tempting, but that ain't getting you nowhere. My bitch would take my balls off If I stick my dick in you.”

“As if I would let you get that far.” Natashas face went from sweet and hopefully to a snarl when she attacked, her knee jerking up into his crotch, the man's eyes watering as he doubles over with a cry of pain and surprise, she grabbed the sides of his head, and smashed his forehead against her upraised knee, making him fall in a crumble.

“Bitch!” The other lunged at her, and this time that taser was crackling in a threat, but she was ready for that as well, twisting out of his reach in time. When his arm shoved past her, narrowly missing her, she swore she could feel the electricity from the device in the air. This wolf stupidly looked around in surprise, but Natasha was already behind him, well out of this reach with the taser, and not giving him the chance to whip around. A firm grasp against the collar of his shirt whipped him back to land on the floor and a kick to his hand sent the taser skittering across the room, another stomp of her foot across his head, he to was out.

In all this mayhem, the others watched shocked. Natasha straightened, looking at them as they circled around, confusion heavy in the air. Tossing a thumb over her shoulder to the open door. “I'm the fuck out of here, anyone that wants to come, feel free to.” Without waiting to see who followed, she stepped out and glanced around. Empty. The hallway had no one, and her nose lifted in the air, searching for any sign of her companion. Taking a chance, she darted to the right, aware of the few people that followed her. Coming up to a corner in the hall, she stalled and pressed her back up against the wall, looking around it before ducking back around out of sight.

Kat sidled up to her and pointed to a door that led to the outside. But Natasha shook her head. “I came with another, I need to find him first.” Kat looked over her shoulder, thinking when another piped up. “I know where they will keep him. Go left.” The group waited, and as soon as it was clear again, they darted once more. This time the stranger took the lead, weaving back and forth between the doors, coming to an abrupt stop, Natasha coming up next to him and inhaling deeply.

Bucky.

Pushing the door open, the male burst in, and again Natasha couldn't believe they didn't have someone here with him. In the middle of the room and chained Bucky was slumped on his knees, his shaggy head lifting. Eyes red-rimmed and pale, the collar was resting heavily around his neck. “Nat? You gotta get out of here and back to Steve.” He shifted himself up, hand bracing against the floor.

Natasha rushed over and cupped his face, then her fingers slipped between his neck and collar, searching it. “You know that would only happen when fucking hell freezes over Buck.” She snapped her teeth slightly at him, her fingers just tracing the smooth metal, cursing. “Where the fuck is the catch in this? Kat, do you know how this works?”

Bucky tipped his head up to Kat when she came panting in the room, fear riddling her body with adrenaline, making the White Wolf growl in aggression, still chained to the point he couldn't move freely, the chains threatening to choke the White Wolf in Buckys mind. “Yea, you have to find the seam.” She took over where Natasha had been, talking to herself under her breath just loud enough for Bucky to hear. “They are coming any second, any second....” Giving a tug to slide the collar around, Bucky's gaze turned back to Natasha.

“You should just get them out of here, NOW. You don't have time for this.”

“We don't leave anyone behind Barnes.”

A triumphant squeak and the collar fell off, Bucky and the White Wolf free. Bucky stretched up to a stand working the kinks out, and he assessed the rest of the group, his White Wolf shaking heavily, alert now. From out in the hallway, the escapee left to watch the hallway ducked his head in. “Someone saw us and backtracked. The alarm will be issued any second now.” Sure enough from outside a howl started, Natasha cocking her head to listen. “Yup, we gotta go now. Once we reach the outside, we all have to shift and break for the woods. It's the only way we can outrace them.” Filling out of the room, some wolves rounded the corner and the group went the opposite way. “You going to be able to shift?” Natasha asked as they bolted towards an exit.

“Just get us out of here Nat. He's ready.” Bucky hissed and brought up the rear, all of them were temporarily blinded as they burst out the exit into the light, and wolves chasing from behind, others coming right at them, clothes got yanked off, moving as fast as they could to shift before the converging groups reached them. A shot rang out and the woman next to Natasha went down with a roll of the eyes, spinning to land in a heap. The dart they used injecting her with enough drugs to knock her out. “Fuck" Natasha hissed and let the wolf take over the shift. Fur and bones flashing into a new form, someone made a grab as her ruff to haul her back, and she turned on him, sinking her fangs into his forearm. Ripping through tendons and muscle, she clamped her jaw harder till she felt a snap of bone, a scream of agony and a burst of blood staining her canines.

Ripping away from her downed victim, she sprinted after the others, Bucky tangling with another wolf, Natasha sprang on the attackers back, knocking them off balance and Bucky lunged for the neck, spurts of blood covering the pristine fur long enough to feel the panic that flooded the wolf. Nat slipped of the downed wolf’s back and bounded along with Bucky towards the woods. Natasha didn't dare leave him, his limp slowing him down slightly. The others ducked and dodged another shot given, and another wolf down, the dart having worked itself into his system. The remainder of the group, with Natasha and Bucky urging them forward, continued hauling themselves as fast as they could into the dense forest.

They wouldn't be alone for long. The howls were coming from all around them, Natasha spinning around trying to pinpoint it, and the large White Wolf nudges her to keep them going. The remaining three were cowering together in a panic, ears all flattened and fur bristling. If they stayed like this for long, their fear would make them immobile. The sound of motors sounded nearby, trucks going into the road in case they split out of the woods, and heavy tires tearing into the ground the forest ground as well, the acrid screaming metal and burning gasoline scent drifting to them. Four Wheelers. Probably so they could be darted and hauled back out of the woods. Natasha whisked her tail and snapped at the overwhelmed wolves, trying to snap the group out of there fear. Bucky plowed his muzzle into one's ribs hard and pushed them off the forest floor, setting them back into motion.

Snapping out of it, the female he had pushed, realizing it was Kat, started to tug at another, pulling him out of his trance, and Natasha bullied the other into moving. The border no longer was all that far, other wolves joined in, the pack starting to get circled by others, surrounded, trying to cut them off and turn them around. Wolves ducked in close, snapping at the escaped group, but never fully attacking them. Nearby the roar of the four-wheelers blocked out all other sounds. They were mobbed, a flow of wolves overtaking them, biting at their haunches and roars of rage and snapping jaws from the small group threatened the pack wolves back.

Natasha was trying to twist out of ones hold trying to yank her away from the group, when she slammed herself into the ground, flipping around and around, till she was on her back, her muzzle grabbing her attacker's chest and back paws scrambling into Wolf's soft gut, Nails cutting into the soft underbelly, nearby to get him to let go of her. One of the other escapees had her throat ripped out, falling limp to the ground, Bucky and Kat were edging closer to the border, trying to hold the others back long enough for Natasha to join them if she could get back to her feet.

Natasha got hauled up by a black wolf, the one that led her to Bucky, dragging her forward, refusing to leave her behind. Scrambling back to her feet, the two of them ran forward. Bursting over that invisible line, Kat and Bucky right behind them, diving into the thick underbrush, fur being ripped out from the prickers, cuts and scrapes across there faces, but they plowed through regardless, trying to get away from that invisible line just in case the pack tried to cross it.

Pierce's pack pulled back, physically unable to bring themselves to cross the line unless Pierce allowed it, and that was probably the only thing that saved the four wolves making their escape. Streaming through the forests, the four of them stuck together, only separating by a few feet, in case anyone dared cross the line and follow them. There was a warning howl, a promise that this wasn't the end of it and Bucky pulled up, swiveling his ears back and forth, his fur all over his chest matted red and drying. Natasha swung back to him, and brushing up against his side, sniffing the air. No one appeared to be following at the moment.

Breathing out, Natasha knew they needed to hide, and unfamiliar area, the only option she had was taking them back to the motel room she had reserved for the next 2 weeks. Swiping her tongue along the side of Buckys face, relieved they made it out, she loped away in a slower jog, two smaller black wolves obediently followed her. The White Wolf searched with his senses once more and turned to follow along, the hard run making his limp more pronounced as they trekked there way along towards the road, knowing town wasn't far beyond that.

“Rumlow? Brock Rumlow? Steve, you have to get that girl back before it's too late!” You practically yelled in a panic, and Steve reached out to grasp your waist, and pull you in against him, protective as any Alpha was with his mate. The distress in your voice setting his Wolf off in his mind.

<Hes dead Steve! Dead! I'm spreading his body between here and wherever this pack is.> the wolf raged.

“You know Brock Rumlow?”

“Yes, God Steve HE was who I was supposed to be sold to. Steve, they come about once a month and buy one of us.” You pressed your face into his chest. “He refused me once, said I was too disobedient for a little Bitch. Then Pierce collected me a couple of days before I came here. Told me if Rumlow didn't find me satisfactory, my hide was going on the wall.” Steve's hands flowed up and down your back, letting his nose press against your hair, breathing you in to keep himself calm while trying to ease you. “That girl, he will destroy her. For nothing more then he and his mate will enjoy it.”

Steves jaw locked, he knew it had to be Alanna. It was hard to control the rage firing through him, first that Brock and Alanna thought they could have his mate, even if you weren’t officially his, and second that they were that sick and twisted enough to do God knows what to those wolves. “Were going to get her back Little One. We're gonna go get Bucky and Natasha first. I already have wolves being sent out to pick up Brocks trail.” And under his hands, in his arms, you seemed to relax a bit with his answer.

“Bucky and Natasha, You still haven't heard from them?” You finally lifted your face from Steve’s chest and he nodded, kissing your forehead. “Not yet, they had to get inside intel so little communication, we needed more proof then what you have told me to attack another pack. Between yours, Natasha, and possibly whatever Bucky witness, Pierce can't deny the claims against him or his pack.” You wrinkled your brow, worry lacing your features, hints of fear in your eyes and Steve wanted to take it all away. “I'm going to let everyone know now what's going on, and a collection of us are heading to go get Natasha and Bucky, bring them back home.”

Immediately you piped up. “Then I'm coming with you, Steve.” You ducked out of his hold, heading for the door.

Shut it.

“Y/N, Little One, wait!” Steve moved to cut you off, placing his hand against the door as you tried to open it and you arched a brow. “It's dangerous, and you've have already been through enough.”

“Yes, I have. In the time I've been here, a whole new pack has welcomed me, took me in, Fought for me. Now two of your strongest wolves have infiltrated my nightmare of an old pack. Plus, we don't know each other very well.” Steve couldn't help but snort at that. “But if you're holding a pack meeting, and going with plenty of other wolves, something is wrong Steve.” You challenged him to disagree with anything you said, even your Little Wolf was rumbling at the idea of staying behind. Your body trembled, it took everything you had to defy Steve as every instinct in your body wanted you to do nothing more then flash your neck and give in to his demands.

<Hold it Y/N, don't give an inch.> Your Little Wolf trembled too, her head and tail lifted, wagging it slowly back and forth, refusing to submit.

I'm trying... trust me.

“I'm also in my Heat, it's just starting to back off, but we both know that it doesn't just end.” Inhaling deeply, your eyes closed in appreciation as his heavy scent envelopes you, crisp clear pine tree and iron heat, your eyes slid back open. “And your about to go into your Rut because of it. I can smell it. Steve, there's no way around it. I'm coming with you.”

Steve ran a hand over his beard, blue eyes boring into your challenging ones taking into consideration all that you said. Removing his hand from his face and placing his palm opposite of where he had held the door closed, caging you in. “Little One, you put me in quite the predicament.” He rumbled out, his jaw clenching, a slight tick in the muscle of his cheek. Letting his nose slide over your cheek, still rumbling from his chest in a possessive manner. “One hand I keep you here safe, you know Its the safest place for you.”

<Agreed> His Wolf worried, knowing Steve wouldn't hold you against her will, but the drive to protect his mate was driving out some of your words for the Wolf. Not Steve though. He quieted his Wolf by stepping in closer, letting his Wolf feel your presence, your touch when your hands braced against his chest. The need to keep You safe overpowering and he huffed in against your skin, your hands sliding up his chest, over his shoulders, and latched around his neck, pulling him in flush against you.

Your to sought out that touch, when you felt teeth nipping against your shoulder, your lips skimmed over his neck, the tip of your tongue against his pulse point with a soft sigh. “Don't leave me behind Steve, I've been caged most of my life.”

Steve's body clenched, muscles rolling in his shoulders and back as he fisted hands on each side of your head, the Wolf attempting to take control, and the fired need to just be with You, around, inside. It was a need to breed as well as a connection. Dropping his hands to your hips, he held you pinned against him and the door, his mouth claiming yours. Leaving no space between you two, his head tilted expertly to deepen that kiss, leaving your moans filling him, and your head spinning in surprise and lust at the Alpha. It ignited a need in you to, needing more then the feeling of his chest You wanted the skin, the taste, the scent, the sounds of him taking you as his. Your hands dug into his shirt and started to push it up, Steve breaking away from your lips enough to shed his shirt.

There was an urgency in him to get your jeans off, and you helped him as much as possible, wriggling your hips side to side as he worked them down, moving to a kneel in front of you to pull them off. You watched him as his hands grasped your thighs, massaging his hands into the flesh and he kissed over your hips and sunk teeth into the top of your thigh, nudging your legs to open further. “Let me in Little One.” He growled softly, and you pushed your hands into his hair, clutching his longer strands as you eased your legs apart.

“Fuck your beautiful, all of you. Off with this too.” Steve pulled your shirt up and you arched to pull it over your head, ditching it to the floor. Running his hands up and down your side, he grasped your hips, pressing his nose into your cunt and inhaling deeply. The smell of your arousal was the best thing he's ever scented, a swirl in his senses, he growled as his tongue plunged into your cunt, lapping at the slick already there and making you try to arch to your tiptoes, feeling so damn good, almost to good with how he flattened his tongue and laid claim to your arousal. But Steve kept a firm hold, you were his, and there was no getting away from him right now.

You tipped your head back, gasping out at just how good it felt, his fingers flexed into your curves, jerking you closer so his face buried deeper with rumbles vibrating your flesh. “Fuck Steve" You whined, pulling up to press his tongue against your clit, dragging the live wire of bundles enough that you were able to go to your tiptoes, squealing slightly till you lowered once more.

“So damn good Little One” He bit the inside of your thigh enough to mark it, thick fingers taking place where his tongue had, watching you do all you can to keep from cumming. Stroking your walls, curling his fingers till he felt the reaction he was looking for, the way your walls clutch, a rush of slick. Pushing his shoulder in between your legs, he managed to get you to hook your leg over his shoulder and a hand snaked up your chest, teasing and squeezing a palmful of your breast, you pushed his head back into your cunt. “Finish me, Steve, I need to cum for you.”

Steve went back for more, using his tongue in a way that spiraled you, squeezing around his slick soaked fingers that were stretching you and plunging in, giving you come hither strokes while his tongue swirled around and teased your clit. It was enough to make you fight in his hold, crying his name in a chant. That was just music to Steve's ears, the way your cries almost sounded like the howls on the full moon run, pressing his face into your lower belly listening to you while panting, his erection now a painful reminder of how bad he wanted to be in you. One last swipe of his tongue claiming your arousal as his own, he swept up, dragging your body up to, and instinctively your legs wrap around his lean hips.

“Whos your Alpha Little One?” His teeth snapped lightly against your bottom lip, drawing you back into his mouth, your body rolling against his in a welcoming 'Please'. Your arms lifted around him till you could clutch at his back, anchoring yourself. “You are Alpha, Steve. Do you feel my body cry for you.” Even your neck ached for the bite, the Little Wolf ached for the bite, but that you still held back from that for now, not at all worried he would forget. Steve hadn't given you any reason to not trust him. But the rest of you was begging for him, and he undid his pants enough to line himself up and sunk you onto his cock.

Your head fell to his shoulder, sinking your teeth in as the stretch around him burned, tears springing to your eyes as he felt so much deeper with the way he had you against the door. Steve with a growl, moved you up and down his cock as if you weighed nothing. Large claiming hands burning into your the softest part of your flesh, on the back of your thighs, bouncing you up and down, until Steve felt your legs lock around him, and rolling your hips to match him. “Just like that Little One, so good for me.” The Alpha let his body take over, rutting into you over and over till you felt nothing but him all over, all around. Lapping a wet streak against your neck with his tongue, pressing in harder like he needed to get lost in you this time. Raw skin a flamed with tingles of friction, sweat dripping from down your hairline to your neck, then between your breasts and Steve’s tongue followed, his own sweat dripping and getting lost in his beard, under your hands that your nails were clutched into, you could feel his heat springing beads of moisture for you palms to wipe away when you raked down his back. The messy sound of his hips slapping into you, grinding, you just felt the howl bubble up in your throat, and a raspy sound escaped as you tipped your head back to bang against the door, locking firmly around Steve in demand for his knot. “Ste-ve, oh I NEED it.” You wriggled against him.

“I feel you, I got you.” He rumbled into your ear, and as you were cumming, he swelled inside of you, locking himself inside of you. It made you gasp back into his shoulder with a whining pitch, sobbing out as this was the thickest you felt him. “Steve, oh fuck.” The Alpha could feel the way his blood raced, making his veins in his neck strain, his arms wrapping around you to keep you still for him. “Don't fight it Y/N” Wanting so badly to bite you, he pulled away from accessible skin, leaning his forehead against the wood of the door holding her quivering body while he filled her with his cum.

When the swelling started to ease, he trusted himself to look at you and nudges at your neck lightly. “You okay?” easing you off the wall and easing into a nearby couch. You loosened your legs from around him and pried yourself off his chest, taking in a deep breath while you flexed around his cock. Making him give you a playful teasing warning look, and you grinned shyly, downcasting your eyes. “Yes Alpha, better than okay.”

His hands cupped your face, letting his thumbs brush back and forth against the softness, cocking a grin at you. “Looks like I have to thank you for letting me go through my Rut with some relief.” Your eyes shot up wide, and you couldn't help but laugh at him, twisting your face to catch a finger between your teeth, biting lightly in a playful manner. “Your welcome Alpha.” You let go of his finger and he eased you back against his chest, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “Did you think about what I said Steve?”

Tucking your head under your chin, he looked up at the ceiling. His Wolf slowly stirring back from his haze when the mind was awash with pleasure. “I'm not going to leave you behind Y/N.” He said sincerely and you pulled back, dragging your fingers through his beard, your eyes soft as they looked in his.

“Thank you for not caging me in again.” You whispered and then leaned forward, kissing him slowly. Your physical 'thank you.’ Steve sighed at your taste, felling into it, at the back of his mind, he knew they had to go take care of the meeting, but you were so sweet here in his arms, it was hard for him to break this moment.

Getting on the road was quick. Once You and Steve dressed and joined Sam to explain what was going on to the rest of the pack, Steve had plenty of volunteers willing to go. It wasn't hard for him and Sam to pick several other wolves to join them. You were inside, packing bags for Steve and Yourself, Wanda over at Natasha's to pack one for her, then swinging over to Bucky’s afterward.

“Well, I always said Man that your beast had more sense than you ever did.” Smirking and he ducked out of Steve's reach when he went to swipe at him. “Were ready to go whenever you are.”

Sam was getting vehicles ready when Steve approached him. His second in command gave him a sideways glance. “I'm coming to, so don't even ask me to stay behind with that lame ass excuse of 'in case anything happens to me'. They all know what to do should anything happen to us Steve, Sara has it handled.” The man slammed the trunk shut, folding arms over his chest. Steve shook his head, his Wolf agreeing with Sam. “Looks like you already made up your mind, nothing your Alpha is going to say will change it.”

Sam shrugged, and Steve’s Wolf thumped his tail in solidarity for his packmate. “Even the Wolf agrees.”

So they were on the road, and you were headed back home. No not your home, your prison. Steve could see you fidget in your seat, wringing your hands. An inner conflict stretching across your face. He debated if he should push you to talk about what was going on, back and forth.

<Yes, reach over and clasp your hand on her somewhere. Ground her to you.> The Wolf nudged at him. <We don't leave our mate battling with herself.>

I've had my hands all over her recently. Steve pointed out, although he wanted to keep putting hands all over her, not willing to even consider that you might still choose to leave after this was over.

<I’ve been meaning to bring up it's about time we properly mate her.>

Not till she says that's what she wants. Steve absently reached over and clasped your inner thigh, bringing you out of your trance.

“I can see you and the Little Wolf discussing, is everything alright?” He glanced at you before back to the road, following Sam and his carload. Never out of sight, but never right behind. Your hands loosened from where they were wringing together and you shifting in closer to your Alpha. “Just trying to go through anything that might be helpful. I just hope Bucky and Natasha are okay.”

“I'm sure they are, both have been trained with some of the best. Bucky was once a sniper for the army, Natasha did a lot of undercover work in her training. But if Pierce has them, I will get them back.”

The Large Silver Alpha that lived in his mind shifted back and forth, pacing heavily in wait.

A ringing issued from Steves pocket, and you pulled away enough for him to reach for his phone, handing it over to you to answer. Hitting the answer, you put it up to your ear. Before you could say anything Natashas rushed voice started talking. “Steve! We need to get out of here quick, come get us.”

You stammered out. “Natasha? Hang on, Steves right here.” Shoving the phone at him, Steve breathed out in relief and placed the phone to his ear. “Fucking hell Nat, are you and Bucky okay?”

“Yea, we're still alive, listen, Steve, you need to get here now. It's bad.”

“Well, I already knew it was bad.”

“And it's about to get worst. Pierce is out for the whole pack to be destroyed the cause of Y/N being there, not to mention the other stuff he's doing.”

“Okay, where are you two now?”

“Were at Bluebird Motel, and there are two other wolves with us. Just get here quickly Steve.” She hung up and he slid his phone back over to you.

“Little One, find the address to the Bluebird Motel, and text it to Sam.” His fingers thrummed against the steering wheel as you started to do as he asked.

“You said earlier you and your Little Wolf were discussing what you could share... you should tell me everything.”

You gulped and looked up at him, your mouth opening and out fell everything.

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