Authors: Lorie O'Clare
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Fiction, #Romance, #Erotica, #Paranormal
reprimanding look.
The waiter showed up carrying a large tray and placed their food in front of them,
agreed to bring more drinks, and then left.
“Enjoy your meal.” He never answered her question, but instead unwrapped his
silverware from the cloth napkin. His eyes still glowed with a silver hue when he
gestured at her with his fork. “After we eat, we shall see how well you trust.”
Chapter Three
Stone slowed down when the truck hit a tight curve in the narrow mountain road.
Ali’s scent had grown stronger since they left the restaurant, so sweet and enticing it
was making it hard for him to think.
She kept quiet once they’d started their trek into the mountains. He reminded
himself it was this little bitch who’d come on to him, flirted with him, and asked him to
show her a good time.
Well, he was going to do just that.
They pulled in front of the den that his littermate Gabe and his mate would be
returning to in the next week or so. A small cabin, but solid—he’d help build it himself.
“Is this where you’ve been staying?” Ali looked out the windows into the darkness
around them.
Only headlights offered a glimpse of the mountainous surroundings around them.
Stone put the truck into park, and then cut the light, blanketing them in darkness.
She reached for him before he could take her hand.
“You aren’t scared, are you?”
“Of course not,” she snapped quickly.
He pulled her out his side of the truck, smelling her hesitation and fear mixed with
her curiosity. Allowing the change to creep through him just enough to heighten his
senses, he stared down at the pretty little bitch who looked wide-eyed around her.
“We can leave our clothes in the cabin and then enjoy a good run. You been up this
mountain before?” he asked her, folding her soft little hand into his.
“With my den, a few times.” Her pace was slow at first, but then it was as if she
gained sudden conviction and took longer strides.
She reached the cabin first, looking up at him with a playful smile when he
unlocked the door. Her hesitation had faded. The spark in her faded blue eyes, with
hints of silver, matched her sudden change in scent.
“You were afraid and now you aren’t?” he asked, watching her enter the dark
living room.
He hadn’t planned on returning to the cabin, and had put everything in order so it
would be ready for Gabe and his mate when they returned home. There wasn’t any
reason to start a fire at this point. After a good run, they would be plenty warm. And
fucking the shit out of her sweet little ass would definitely keep the chill away.
She turned around in the dark room, looking like she couldn’t decide whether to
cross her arms or leave them at her side.
“I was never afraid,” she told him defiantly, her chin sticking out adorably with a
stubborn look.
“Then you trust me,” he said quietly, moving toward her slowly.
He ran his hands down the side of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair and
then tugging.
“Why shouldn’t I?” A bit of apprehension swam around her, but her sudden quick
breathing when he snapped her head back let him see her lust as well.
“Because my dear sweet little bitch, I can smell your virginity.”
She puckered her lips, and made an effort to free herself from his grasp. “You can’t
smell virginity. Hell, even a cub knows that.”
With a quick move he slid his hands down her head and gripped her arms,
squeezing them together so her breasts pressed together under her sweater and her
nipples hardened.
“Then how many werewolves have you fucked?” he asked, his mouth getting
wetter the longer he stared at those large breasts.
She wasn’t wearing a bra. He’d noticed that in the restaurant and the knowledge
that her breasts were actually that large had him envisioning all kinds of ways he’d like
to play with them, torture them sweetly until she cried out his name.
“That, wolf-man, is none of your business.”
He let go of her arms, reaching for her sweater and sliding it up her waist. She
stiffened for a moment.
“Let me,” he whispered.
He had to see her naked, enjoy her for just a minute before they changed into their
fur.
She swallowed hard. “Okay. But it’s none of your business who I’ve fucked.”
His cock raged to life as he pulled her sweater off and tossed it to the ground.
Perfectly ripe breasts, so full and round, with large nipples, dark and hardened to
peaks, bounced slightly as he disrobed her.
“You’re a virgin,” he challenged, cupping her breasts.
She put her hands on her hips as if his touch did nothing for her.
“I am not.”
Beyond a doubt, at that moment, he knew she was lying. The pungent smell of it
hung in the air as she stared defiantly up at him.
Her breasts were larger than his hands. He wrapped his fingers around them,
tugging, pulling them upward toward him. Her nipples teased him ruthlessly, pointing
straight up at him as he squeezed her plump flesh. He about drooled as she reached
out, grabbing his arms, and let out a cry.
The emotions between them changed so drastically that the rich sweet smell of lust
made his head spin. Every muscle in him hardened as something more carnal swept
over him.
“Part of letting go and trusting is knowing that I’ll know the truth once I enter you.”
He didn’t give her time to let his comment sink in.
More than anything he had to taste her, suck those nipples, feel her climax while
she stood before him half-dressed.
“Oh shit,” she almost screamed when he raked his teeth over her nipples, and then
suckled one of them into his mouth.
Her fingernails dug into the flesh on his arms when he ran his tongue over the hard,
puckered flesh, his fingers stroking those large mounds. Moving quickly to the other
nipple, he nibbled and sucked on it, wanting more than anything to pound his cock
deep into her tight little cunt.
The little bitch could barely handle what he did to her. Her body quivered while
she held on to his arms for dear life.
“Stone. My God. What are you doing?” She almost collapsed against him, but
instead stumbled, crying out as he made her come.
Never had an orgasm smelled so sweet, so fresh. His saucy little bitch might not
have any intention of teasing him but he knew now she had never experienced what
he’d just offered her before.
Straightening, he looked down at her flushed cheeks, her hair that stood more on
end than it had moments before, her teeth, which had grown enough to press against
her sweet mouth. She gasped for breath, staring up at him as if he’d performed some
feat never accomplished before.
Well, if no werewolf had ever made her come before, it was because she hadn’t
allowed it.
He let go of her, backing up and pulling his shirt over his head. Best to get out of his
clothes before his muscles grew to the point where they would tear from his body.
“Let that be your first lesson in letting go,” he told her, tossing his own shirt over
hers and then reaching for the top button on his jeans.
She frowned at him, but didn’t say anything. He knew she was out of her league
with him, a novice who wanted to play with the big bad wolf. He’d go easy on her, but
damn if he wouldn’t enjoy the ride. After all, he reminded himself again, she was the
one who wanted this. He hadn’t seduced some virgin out to go on a run without an
escort.
By the time he’d pulled off his boots and shed his jeans from his already too
muscular body, she stood naked in front of him, holding her arms over her chest to
shield the cold.
“I’m going outside. It’s too cold to be in our skin.” She started the change as she
spoke, dropping to all fours before she’d walked through the door.
Stone followed her, watching as her long white tail grew between her legs until she
dropped to all fours. Then, allowing the burning pain to surge through him, heighten
his senses, he felt his blood boil through his veins. Bones stretched and popped while
muscles grew around them. His mind altered, taking on more alert senses, becoming
more in tune with his surroundings.
Leaping out of the cabin, he jumped over Ali, making her duck, as the change
consumed him, ripping through him with an eager hungry power. The rush of being
more alive, more powerful, the other half of the whole of his being taking over, he
embraced the night, quickly claiming it his.
He turned and barked at her. Stay by my side.
A second look at the foxy little Cariboo bitch by his side, her silky white coat
glistening with the slightest hints of red, her slender body just a bit more than half his
size, and thoughts of running left his mind.
A more primitive instinct, raw and unharnessed, tightened through him, taking
over and having him prancing up to her.
Ali lowered her head, baring her teeth as she let out a low growl. Lead the way, or I
will, she demanded.
Everything inside him demanded he fuck her. And if it weren’t for the fact that
Cariboo were so much more than animals, so much more than human, he wouldn’t have
been able to stop the urge to take her right there.
Even more in her fur, he smelled her youth, her precious innocence that he
wouldn’t take on such casual terms. Ali craved adventure, excitement. Like she’d told
him when he’d asked, she’d been up the mountain with her den, more than likely
hauling her younger littermates along, snapping at their paws to keep them with her
and from getting lost.
Ali was a beautiful, sultry bitch, with a fire burning in her to have more, experience
more, take on the world. She’d seen him coming and she’d latched on. Stone saw the
picture for what it was. And he’d give her that excitement, indulge her with an
adventure, but he would have to keep his actions in check, not go too far.