Wolf Ranch: Wild: Wolf Ranch - Book 2

by Renee Rose

  Boom. I shot forward into his arms. Okay, I needed to move this along. He seemed to be fine staring at me, holding me to him and… oddly enough, breathing me in. But damn, his strong arms felt good wrapped around me. Where I was cold, he was warm.

  “Easy,” he murmured right by my ear. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”

  My heart skipped a beat, then practically pounded out of my chest as I listened to him take another deep breath.

  “I know.” I lifted my face and beamed up at him.

  “Fuck me,” he muttered.

  Did he say fuck me as in I should fuck him? Yes, please. Slowly, I shook my head. “Um, I think you’re supposed to fuck me.”

  One dark brow winged up. “What are you saying?”

  I smirked in the rain at the press of his cock—his huge, long, thick cock—press against me. “I think I made it pretty clear.”

  His gaze roved over my face again, as if memorizing it. “Little girl, you are pure damage.”

  I dragged my lower lip through my teeth. My small breasts pressed up against his ribs, my hands were on his rock-hard abs.

  “The creek won’t go down for hours after the storm’s blown through,” he explained. “There’s a motel in the last town.”

  Dark, tawdry thoughts instantly filled my head. His hands moved to my shoulders, but his gaze dropped to my breasts again, like he was thinking about cupping them.

  If he did, he’d find out they were small, only an A-cup, but my nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I had to hope I was enough for a brawny guy like him. I might be small, but I wouldn’t break, and while I hadn’t had tons of sex—okay, barely any—I had pretty naughty thoughts.

  Suddenly, I wasn’t cold. His scent caught on the wind. Soap or something spicy, but beneath it… man.

  “You need to get out of those wet clothes,” he almost snarled.

  So do you, my friend.

  Would he help me undress? Lift my long-sleeved t-shirt over my head? Would he work my leggings down over my hips taking my thong with it? Would he pat every inch of my skin dry with a towel, or would it evaporate away when he kissed me?

  The road in front of us was impassable. We’d spend the night in the motel he mentioned, but if I had my way, we wouldn’t do much sleeping.

  2

  COLTON

  * * *

  Vanilla and cinnamon. That was her delectable scent. She was breathtaking. Perfect.

  Fuck me. It was as if an IED had gone off right in front of me. Ripping me open, destroying the man I had been and forcing my wolf to heal me into something new. Because he had, knowing she was my mate.

  Yeah, I was a fucking poet now, but it was as if the clouds broke open and a beam of sunshine… shit.

  I’d caught one whiff of her sweet smell mingled even in the rain, and I recognized her as mine. The One. I’d stilled and time seemed to have stopped. The slip of a female who’d been recklessly standing out in the rain staring at a fucking swollen creek was it for me. My wolf, who’d been restless lately—almost the past two years—perked right up. Snapped and snarled at me to get my attention. As if I’d needed that to know.

  She. Was. The. One.

  She’d asked me if I was going to let her go. I’d shaken my head. There was no fucking way I was letting her out of my sight ever again. I’d been in the military for over a decade. Done three tours in the worst hell holes on Earth. I’d also been all over the world. Met, and slept with, countless women hoping my wolf would be happy. Sure, my dick had gotten a workout, and I’d been able to empty my balls without using my hand, but they’d been empty fucks. Shallow—although I’d ensured the woman walked away well satisfied—but meaningless.

  Now? Here in a fucking summer storm? Her? My dick was rock hard. I was eager to learn everything about her, and my wolf wanted to bite and claim her. Now.

  I’d had to let her go, let her get in her car and follow her back to town. I stayed right on her tail, and if she even so much as changed her mind and decided to drive right on past the motel, I’d have cut her off and blocked her way just like the fucking creek.

  Thank fuck, she hadn’t, which meant all the signs that had been pinging off of her better than a satellite were in sync with mine.

  This was happening. We were a go. Mission Make-Her-Mine was on. There was no way she knew I was a shifter, but by morning, she’d know a whole hell of a lot about me. What I could do with my hands. My mouth. She’d learn the size of my dick and how it would be a tight fit in her little pussy. Her mouth… or fuck, her tight ass.

  After checking in at the front desk, I unlocked the door to the motel room and stood out in the rain to usher her in. She was so beautiful, even dripping wet, her clothes clinging to her slight curves. Her hair was a medium shade of brown, but I figured it would be lighter when dry. Long. Curly, even.

  I thought back to seeing her standing up on the stone pillar getting soaked. I’d stopped immediately when I saw a car at the swollen river, then I got a glimpse of her. A crazy thing out in the storm. But when I’d actually gotten up close to her—after I’d caught her scent and taken in that ripe body—my life had changed forever.

  I remembered my dad talking about how it was when a shifter found his female. Instantaneous. Like lightning. Life altering. Permanent.

  I’d believed him but doubted everyone found their mate. I was at the end of my chances, the moon madness affecting me more and more. But he’d been right although it seemed my wolf was set on a reckless little thing. Fuck, the thought of her getting swept away in the raging water made him want to howl.

  Christ, even now that I knew she was safe for the night, I wanted to spank her ass pink for scaring the wolf in me like that.

  Yeah, I wanted to get my hands all over that shapely ass of hers.

  Fate knew, I wanted to take it all. I wanted to peel that pale pink t-shirt off her wet body and get my mouth on one of those hard little nipples showing through. I wanted to find out if she had panties on under those leggings because I sure as hell hadn’t seen a line. I wanted to wrap my palms around those sexy thighs and pull them around to ride my waist. She was so small, I doubted she’d even be able to cross her ankles.

  Those leggings showed every glorious curve, and her ass was so very spankable. She was nothing like my usual type, and yet she sparked my basest desires. I went for a sturdier kind of woman. The kind who could take a hard, rough fucking and not whine about it. That’s what was in me.

  This one I could snap in two with the flick of my hand. It didn’t make sense that my wolf wanted to claim her. But he did. I did. I wanted to see my handprints on her skin, make her gloriously aware of our difference in size and strength. Watch those eyes widen in shock when I took her hard, then soften and blur when she submitted to the pleasure I’d give her.

  She stared up at me, not seeming to notice I was right on the edge. She was beautiful—wild hair, dark eyes, pale skin. I couldn’t fucking wait to make her turn that megawatt smile on me again.

  I fought the urge to toss her over my shoulder and carry her over to the bed like a conquering Viking. I was already worried she’d be scared of me. I was a big guy and a stranger. She was a twig that could blow away in the wind. Definitely too trusting. Maybe I’d spank her ass for that, too. My mate was willing to go off and fuck a stranger? My wolf snarled.

  Yeah, a spanking was definitely in order. I popped her on the ass as she came into the room before I could stop myself.

  She gave a little gasp that made my dick go rock hard and looked over her shoulder at me. I expected her to be angry, and I’d deserve it, but her eyes went smoky, her pouty lips parted. She fucking liked it. It got her going.

  She was temptation personified, and my control hung by a thread. Finally, she was here. Scented. Identified. Mine.

  “You always go to motel rooms with strangers?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, but it was fucking hard thinking about her doing this with anyone else.

  Her eyes narrowed. “Do yo
u?”

  I wasn’t bringing up past women because they were just that. My past. She was my future, and I wasn’t fucking it up with words.

  Her eyes took on a guarded quality, and her voice slowed when she said, “You said I was safe with you.”

  “You are,” I replied quickly, cutting off her fears before they even started. “You’re a reckless one, though. Maybe in need of a spanking.”

  Her mouth fell open, but her eyes also widened. I couldn’t miss the way her pupils dilated, and when I took a deep breath… fuck.

  She was aroused. I could scent her pussy from here.

  “You like that idea.” I didn’t state it as a question because I knew the answer. I didn’t want her to be embarrassed… or lie. Then she’d really get a spanking and not a fun kind.

  She looked away, gave a slight shrug. “There’s nothing wrong with a woman going after what she wants,” she snapped.

  “Good girls like to get fucked, too. No question,” I said. “As long as you get it with me.”

  “That’s why I’m here,” she replied, her gaze dropping to the front of my wet pants. I was hard. It couldn’t be hidden. When her mouth fell open because she couldn’t miss the thick length going down the inside of my thigh, my wolf preened. Yeah, that was all for her.

  Except… I should put her in her own room, ensure she was safely tucked away until the road was open. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do. Usually, I was one, but right here, right now?

  No fucking way. There was no doubt she was a good girl in need of a hard, thorough fucking. My wolf snarled at the possibility of her having come across someone else on the side of the road. If we’d missed her, even by a few minutes…

  But we hadn’t.

  She was mine, and I’d give her whatever she wanted, especially if it involved my dick. All my debating dropped away when she just stood there in the center of the room, water dripping from her. Nipples hard, eyes glued to my dick… it was as if she was waiting for it. For me.

  And then I forgot all honor. Forgot my intention to not scare her. Not to come on too strong. She was here willingly. She’d had plenty of opportunity to change her mind. The way she ogled me, she had no plans to do so.

  She might not know she was my mate, but I’d sure as fuck show her.

  Two steps, and I was on her, sliding my hands around her waist, tugging up the hem of her soaked t-shirt. “Let me help you with this,” I murmured, my voice three times as deep as normal.

  I went slowly, in case she resisted, but she still didn’t. Yeah, she was right here with me. The little siren kept her gaze locked on mine as she lifted her arms over her head. I pulled the shirt off and let out a low curse.

  Her breasts were small and perky, with dusky rose nipples that tilted up. They wouldn’t fill my palms, but she also didn’t need to wear a bra. I’d be fucking hard all the time knowing she was bare beneath her shirts. She stepped closer to me, her hands sliding under my soaked t-shirt to brush my abs. A ripple of pleasure ran through me, stronger than anything I’d felt before.

  I’d spent the last twelve years searching for my mate, hoping I’d find her before I went moon mad. Why fate had made me wait until I was almost lost to it, I had no idea. Living on base was like living in a big city. There was no privacy. Nowhere to roam. Hell, nowhere to run as a wolf. I now knew she was the only one who could alleviate my growing frenzy to claim, mark and breed. It had affected my performance on base, making my ever growing need to shift, roam and run mess with my abilities to command. That was fucking bad because when I couldn’t command, my men died.

  Boyd’s wedding had been the excuse I’d given for taking leave and returning to Montana. In truth, I needed the space the ranch offered to run hard, to deal with the madness that had been hounding me. And fuck if I didn’t just find my mate a hundred miles from home, in the impossibly cute, fragile, young body of a human.

  Because I knew the moment I caught her scent.

  My wolf stood up and howled, this one.

  She was my mate, but I didn’t even know her name. Right now, with my mouth watering to suck on her gorgeous nipples, it wasn’t important. I’d know her anywhere from her scent alone. In comparison, her name was trivial.

  I dipped my head to catch her lips, tasting her. “You want this, sweetness? You want my hands on this hot-as-sin body of yours?”

  “Yes.”

  I was comforted by the fact that she didn’t hesitate with her answer. I might be a one-night stand for her, but she trusted me.

  “You sure?” I wrapped my hands around her ribs, brushing her nipples with my thumbs. “Because I’m not sure I can be respectful once I get you naked, sweetness.” I walked her backward until she hit the wall, and I pinned her there, claiming her mouth as I pinched both nipples.

  She licked between my lips, and the tether on my control snapped. I slid my hands down to close them around her asscheeks, lifting her legs to wrap around my waist. My hard cock punched out against the sturdy cotton of my cargo pants. I ground into the notch between her legs to ease the need.

  “I-I’m not looking for respectful.” I loved her breathless reply.

  Her arms twined around my neck, and she kissed like her life depended on it. I prided myself on staying cool, calm and collected in every situation, but she had my heart pounding, my control slipping. My wolf was in fucking heaven.

  “Show me,” she whispered.

  I thrust between her legs again. “Show you what, little girl?” I growled.

  “I’m ready to be disrespected.”

  I threw back my head and laughed with surprise. Cute. She was so fucking cute.

  She tossed her head, her wet hair sending droplets flying through the room. “Let’s do this.”

  I shouldn’t.

  I definitely shouldn’t.

  Especially not the way I fucked. When it came to sex, I was the furthest thing from vanilla there was. And she was as fresh-faced as a flower.

  A not-so-innocent flower who was grinding over my cock like she needed it inside her.

  I carried her to the bed and dropped her on her back, pulling off my t-shirt with a one-handed arc, and it landed on the floor behind me with a wet splat.

  Her gaze traveled over my shoulders and chest, down my arms. “Mmm.”

  “You like what you see, little girl?”

  She wriggled that cute ass of hers on the bed. “Definitely.”

  “You have no idea what you’re in for.” I grasped the waistband of her leggings and tugged. A miniscule pair of panties came down with them, and a wolf growl rocketed out of my throat. She was neatly trimmed and had the sweetest pussy I’d ever fucking seen.

  Her belly shivered in on a breath. And then she fucking spread her legs.

  “Oh, you’re a bad girl,” I said, taking in every pink inch of her. I dove between those parted legs, pushing her thighs wider and licking into her. She let out a cry of pleasure that nearly made me jizz in my pants like a teenager, especially when her hips jacked up, knees clamping around my ears.

  Not only could I breathe in her sweet scent, but her taste burst on my tongue. While her skin was chilled from the rain, her pussy was hot. Wet. Dripping.

  “Uh uh,” I scolded, pushing her knees wide. “Keep ‘em open for me, little girl, or you’ll be punished.”

  Christ. I didn’t even know what made me say it. Yeah, I liked to dominate but only with women who I knew for certain liked it. I didn’t even know her name let alone what got her off.

  I licked through her folds, and she cried out again, knees slamming closed. “I can’t help it!” she gasped. “It feels so good.”

  Maybe I knew what revved her engine after all.

  I reached up and gently slapped the side of her breast, then pinched her nipple as punishment.

  “Oh my God,” she moaned, pushing her sweet pussy into my face, knees splaying wide.

  She liked her punishment.

  Noted and fucking celebrated. But of course, she did. She
was my goddamn mate. Nature wouldn’t send me an incompatible female. No, I’d have one who was as wild as I was. She was fucking perfect.

  I gave her more of my tongue, licking her from anus to clit. She screamed, pulling on my ears, her ass rolling up off the bed. I had to hope the walls of the motel weren’t too thin because those staying in the other rooms were going to hear her pleasure all night long. I didn’t care. My wolf didn’t care either. It meant I was taking good care of our woman, and the whole motel could know it.

  The way she thrashed and dripped all over my chin, you’d think she’d never been eaten properly before. Well, I was going to take care of that. I wasn’t sure if I should be angry that the men she’d been with before were selfish pricks or woefully inadequate in the sack or thrilled that she’d find out the depth of her passion with only me.

  That made me focus even more on the task, and I pinned her pelvis down to the bed. “Down, little, girl. Be good, and I’ll make it last.”

  “Oh, please,” she whimpered, sounding needy as fuck. She undulated her hips, pushing against my mouth.

  Fates, was she already trembling? Already ready for release? How is that possible? She was so open, so willing, so responsive. It made my wolf growl with the need to protect her.

  From everybody but me.

  I made my tongue flat and licked the length of her, then found the little nubbin of her clit and pushed the hood back, working to get my lips around it and suck.

  She pulled my ears again, pressing my face into her juicy flesh. I shifted my position and screwed my thumb into her. She was tight—so fucking tight—but soaking wet, her flesh plumped and welcoming. She moaned a desperate keening sort of sound. I pumped my thumb and let my middle finger burrow between her cheeks to settle over her anus.

  Another scream. Her tight little rosebud clenched under the pad of my finger, and I massaged it, applying a little pressure to see if she’d let me in.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God. This is crazy,” she chanted, still trying to rip my ears off my head to bring me closer. I withdrew my hand to spit on my fingers then returned them to the same configuration. This time, when I massaged her back hole, I got in.