Authors: Lorie O'Clare
“It didn’t look this big,” she whispered, dropping her chin toward her chest but then lifting her head quickly so that she almost smacked him. “Josie. Oh. Josie.”
She panted, every muscle in her body stiffening and then relaxing when he eased even farther into her smoldering heat.
He
’
s going to kill me
.
I
’
m going to die
.
No way are we compatible
.
Shit
.
Shit
.
Shit
.
Josie straightened his body, massaging her round ass and watching while his shaft filled her. They were compatible, possibly more so than with anyone else either of them had been with. In spite of her fears, he smelled her trust. And knowing that she trusted him when they hardly knew each other made him want her even more.
Just breathe
.
God
.
He feels so fucking good
.
Better than anything I
’
ve ever had before
,
and he
hasn
’
t even really started fucking me yet
.
Listening to her laugh in her mind was the most melodic sound he’d ever heard.
With all this magic that he has
,
no one would ever hurt me
again
.
Just tell me this isn
’
t a dream
.
Please don
’
t let me wake up and learn that this perfect
werewolf is just my overwrought imagination and that in actuality I
’
m still in a cold
,
damp cave
.
It hit him that she trusted him for the same reasons that most feared and hated him.
That moved something inside him and created an odd sensation he couldn’t identify. A warmth rushed over him. And it wasn’t from fucking her. Maura thought the world of him because of who he was. Because of his gift. She liked him for him. She didn’t want to manipulate him. She didn’t think of him as a freak. Not once did it enter her mind to howl to her friends that they better treat her right or she would make Josie do something to them. She didn’t want to use him.
Damn. Maura wasn’t the only one with an abusive past.
Spreading her ass so he could see better, he pulled out slowly, groaning at the sight of milky cream covering his shaft. Then he plunged back into her heat. Right now wasn’t the time to dwell on why she moved his insides the way no other bitch had. All he would think about now was how damned good it felt to be inside her.
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“Shit!” she cried, leaning her head back and taking all of him.
The water pounded his flesh, keeping both of them soaked as he braced himself and picked up rhythm.
“I’ve never felt a more compatible bitch.” He loved how her arms stretched, her palms flat against the wall and her fingers curling and then straightening. She was petite, but every inch of her was nicely toned, without an ounce of fat on her anywhere.
Blonde hair draped over her back in thick, wet strands, fanning out just above her ass.
“In spite of our different breeds, I swear you were made for my cock.”
“It does feel good. Faster. Please. I need this so bad.” She coughed, or possibly cried out, and her thoughts turned into a warm flood of mixed emotions that grew
incoherent. “I can’t believe I just begged,” she whispered.
Her soft voice tickled his ears, but he heard her and suppressed a smile, instead clamping his teeth together and giving her what she wanted. Picking up momentum and pounding that hot fucking pussy of hers had his cock swelling. All oxygen and blood rushed out of his brain. Every drop of water that splattered on his body ignited new sensations as nerve endings grew more sensitive.
And as his heart pounded, he knew he’d swell quick and furiously in moments. But slowing down wouldn’t do any good either. Josie pushed as hard as he dared, knowing the instant he took her over the edge. The sound of her nails scraping down the side of his shower wall sent shivers rushing over his flesh. Her moan turned into a growl and she bent her knees, then kicked her legs as she again tried pulling away from him.
“Let it go, sweet bitch. Don’t fight it.” Something told him no werewolf had ever truly made her come before.
She thrashed against him. With her feet floating off the floor, she didn’t slip. Josie held on to her, keeping himself deep inside her as he experienced the contraction of thousands of tiny muscles. Her orgasm ripped through her entire body. He felt every inch of her, not just her pussy, spasm and contract while intense heat spilled over his cock.
The way her pussy vibrated around his cock pushed him as far as he could take it.
As her body went limp, Josie pulled out, holding on to her with one arm and grabbing his cock with his other hand. He spilled his come over her back and ass. Then still holding her, ensuring she kept her balance while she worked to slow her breathing, he watched the shower wash his cream off her body and down the drain.
It took a few minutes before his cock softened, although it did so a lot faster than if he’d been lodged deep inside her. The urge to take her again was almost too strong to fight. His temples pounded as blood pumped vigorously inside him. He focused on the beat of it, keeping his thoughts inward, and didn’t dare move until his dick returned to almost its normal size. Had he come inside her, they would have been locked together longer than he had hot water left. A sudden cold shower wasn’t his idea of the best way to come down after damned good sex.
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He allowed her to float to the floor then let her go and quickly adjusted the water so that what was left of the hot water streamed over them. “Rinse off and I’ll grab another towel,” he instructed her, then stepped around the shower curtain.
Just a moment or two without her in his arms and he’d get the fire to subside inside his body. The cold air hitting his wet body helped clear his head, and he left puddles on his floor as he left the bathroom and grabbed a clean towel from the hall closet.
Josie headed to his bedroom instead of returning to the bathroom and dried, then dressed in there. Maura took her time in the bathroom, more than likely needing a moment to breathe air that wasn’t thick with his scent. She’d moved him in there. More so than surrendering her hot pussy to him and proving to be one hell of a damned good fuck. Maura possessed a determined spirit, a pure and honest nature that grabbed hold of something inside him that hadn’t been touched before.
And her thoughts, so free of manipulation or an agenda. Unlike any bitch he’d known before, Maura had to be one of a kind. Just like him. Like he’d always imagined his soul mate would be, the bitch who would run by his side, kill for him and be honored when he lay his kill at her paws.
He intentionally set his standards incredibly high when it came to defining what the perfect female for him would be like so that he would never find her. But just now, he feared he might have. Now to figure out what the hell to do about that.
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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Heidi’s concerned tone over the phone warmed
Maura’s heart. Not that she was cold at all with the fire roaring in Josie’s fireplace.
“Nicolo says we can come right over with more clothes.”
“That would be great. Thank you.” She snuggled into the corner of the couch and glanced around the living room.
The cabin was solid, warm and cozy. It was very masculine, from the rough log walls to the wooden floors with several bear rugs thrown in front of the fireplace.
Everything smelled of Josie. His mark was on everything, including her. She looked toward the kitchen, where he had headed out the back door moments before telling her he would be back inside in a few minutes. She wondered how far away he had to be before he couldn’t hear her thoughts anymore. It had to be quite some distance since it had been her thoughts in her sleep that sent him up the mountain looking for her earlier today.
“Heidi, what do you know about Josie?”
“Not a lot. He and Nicolo have known each other since they were pups. I doubt Nicolo would have approved of you staying there if he didn’t trust the werewolf. Do you like him?”
“I shouldn’t be able to pass judgment on him after just a few hours.” She lowered her voice even though she knew he hadn’t come back inside yet.
“You’ve already fucked him, haven’t you?” Heidi sounded so excited that her voice squeaked.
Nicolo’s growl in the background only made Heidi laugh. Maura straightened,
moving to the edge of the couch. She realized she had pressed the phone hard to the side of her face and forced her hand to relax. It would be so awesome to have such a relaxed relationship with a male. She couldn’t crawl through the phone or do anything to smell Heidi’s emotions, but she sensed her friend’s happiness. Maura wanted that too.
“And how long were we together before you fucked me, wolf man?” Heidi teased, but then returned to her conversation with Maura. “Was he any good?” Nicolo roared in the background and Heidi burst out into a fit of giggles. “I guess we can do our girl talk when we get there. We’ll be over as soon as I calm down this werewolf of mine.”
Heidi was still laughing when she hung up the phone.
Maura stared at the cordless receiver in her hand and ran her finger over the small holes in it. There wasn’t anyone else to call. She thought about calling her pack leader.
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But what would be the point? Did she really want to go back? Bob may or may not believe her story. But if he did, what would he do with her?
A mated bitch thrown out of her pack by her mate would be stuck in limbo between mated and single status. If Pete agreed to take her back, Bob would hand her right over to him. Then what? Pete would haul her right back out and throw her away again? This time making sure he did it right?
There was no way Maura would live through that humiliation twice.
Where exactly did that leave her?
The back door opened and a gust of wind blew down the hallway, tickling her bare feet before Josie shut the back door.
He stomped his boots on the kitchen floor. Freshly cut wood, a mixture of dirt and pine and Josie’s own strong male scent wrapped around her. Maura tugged at the long shirt she wore, attempting to cover her legs, and waited. He appeared in the doorway in the next minute.
“Nicolo and his mate will be here soon.” He didn’t propose it as a question. Either he’d spoken with Nicolo or those powers he had aided him in gaining the knowledge that they’d soon have company.
“Heidi said they were on their way.” She didn’t worry about trying to learn how he knew.
Every inch of her still pulsed with feverish energy from being fucked so well in the shower. Josie walked across the living room wearing comfortable-looking jeans and a tucked in white shirt. Thick wool socks covered his large feet. He bent over and opened the wood box, then dumped the freshly cut logs into it. She almost drooled over the view of his perfect, hard ass.
“What will you tell her when she gets here?” When he turned around, the satisfied expression on his face let her know that he had focused on her thoughts and approved of her adoring his body.
His caramel-shaded skin contrasted nicely with his white shirt. Black, straight hair bordered his face and fell in thick, damp strands almost to his shoulders. Dark eyes glowed as he watched her, adding to the mystery surrounding the man who stood before her.
“The truth, of course. She’ll believe me.”
“That’s not what I meant. I’m not concerned about your past. It’s your future that matters now.”
“Oh.” Already her pussy throbbed, aching to feel him inside her again. She doubted that was the future he referred to and when his expression turned brooding, she knew she was right. “I honestly don’t know what the best thing is to do.” Maybe she could talk this out with him. Although he was a stranger, they had a moment of intimacy and discussing options might help her see what her best move might be.
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“Your options,” he began, obviously following her line of thought as if it had been part of the conversation. “You can stay here, with me, or you can leave.”
She wondered how long it would take to get used to her mind being open
discussion material. There were no secrets with this werewolf—other than what was on his mind.
“Okay. If I leave…” The only way to know his mind was to get him talking. “More than likely I would have to run until I found a pack willing to take me in. I’d like to think most packs would welcome me.”
“Any pack leader would research your past the moment you announced your
presence in their territory. Your pack leader would be contacted.” He turned his back to her again and squatted in front of the fireplace, reaching for the long metal poker. He adjusted the burning logs then carefully placed another log onto the fire. Sparks danced in the air around him. They didn’t sway him, which somehow added to the invincible persona he presented.
“If I stay here, my pack leader will also be contacted.” She doubted Josie would keep her here without letting anyone know.
He glanced over his shoulder, then put down the poker and turned slightly, still on his haunches when a slow, breath-stealing smile darkened his features. “That thought certainly has its appeal,” he said with a low growl.
Maura shifted on the couch, refusing to allow the sensation that she was being hunted grab hold of her. Nonetheless, her breath caught in her throat when Josie rose slowly, his scent turning richer as he moved in on her. The couch shifted noticeably underneath her with his weight. He sat, stretching his legs, then rested his long, dark arm along the back. He stared at her from the opposite end and she nibbled her lower lip, knowing she couldn’t hide what he did to her insides. And she couldn’t quit thinking about how bizarre it would be knowing the thoughts of any male or female that you spent time with. “Your thoughts are so muddled that it’s clear you aren’t sure what you want.” He spoke with no inflection, making it harder to tell if he insulted her or not. “I doubt I’m far off target when I suggest you haven’t had much opportunity to choose your own path. How did you come to be with the
lunewulf
pack you’re with now—or were with until yesterday?”