Sophie followed him around a tractor that was ripe with the smell of gasoline. Old Ben ran his weathered hand over the metal and led her to a more secluded part of the barn. Several snow blowers and rider mowers surrounded them.
“Have a seat, bitch. Man. It seems like yesterday when you three cubs would chase each other around in here until your mother insisted I keep the doors locked.”
Sophie plopped down on the seat of one of the rider mowers, aware that back here among the equipment, it would be harder to sniff the two of them out.
“I don’t remember that.” Her parents had died when she’d been so young. In her heart she missed them, although her only memory of her mother was her clean scent when she held Sophie in her arms.
“And it amazes me to this day that the three of you turned into such lovely bitches with that queen bitch raising you.”
“You were around to help out too.” She shoved the thought of her parents out of her head, needing to understand the comment he’d just made. Sophie could barely see the door to the barn over the equipment around them. She glanced at the light that flooded into that section of the barn and then back at Old Ben. “Was there something you were going to tell me?” she prompted.
Ben gave her a long, appraising look. The wrinkles in his face seemed to deepen while his watery blue eyes studied her face.
“Yes. You should know. I already told your male. And I’m sure he’s getting it firsthand there in the house if he’s visiting with Grandmother.” He stared toward the barn door, his look turning into a scowl. He didn’t look at her when he continued and his smell turned spicy, anger building in him while he spoke. “She’s really gone and done it this time. It will ruin the pack, if you ask me. That old bitch thinks forcing bitches to mate with several males at the same time will make us stronger. She’s out of her mind.”
“What?” Sophie asked in disbelief, jumping off the rider mower.
Old Ben stiffened and then sniffed the air, holding his hand up to silence her at the same time. She turned, growing nervous, even though there wasn’t anything wrong with her being out here.
She smelled lunewulfs at the same time that she heard them. Males spoke outside the barn, their low baritones tickling her ears.
“Who’s out there?” she whispered, praying Nik finally had gotten out of the house.
“I’ll go find out. You stay right here.” Old Ben hurried off without waiting for her to answer.
She glanced around at the dark shadows in the huge, musty-smelling, old building. Her mind twisted around the meaning of what he’d just told her. Nothing she came up with sounded good at all. Her stomach twisted, creating a disgusting bitterness in her throat when she wondered what Grandmother might be up to. With the growing unrest in Elsa, if Grandmother plotted some unacceptable future for them, she would lose her youngest littermate. Elsa would run. And what would she do? Or Gertrude?
Hell. She didn’t want to think about life in this pack without her littermates around her. They were growing up and would all have their own dens soon. Not once did she dream they wouldn’t all be in the same pack though.
Elsa wouldn’t really run. There wasn’t anywhere she could go. This was the only pack of lunewulfs in British Columbia. Her youngest littermate simply freaked out on all the hard emotions racing around in the house.
It was still odd thinking that the three of them wouldn’t be together that much longer.
Without any doubts, she would be with Nik. Not that he’d spoken to her about mating, but she smelled it on him, sensed it. Nik wanted her. God. He’d better want her.
Footsteps crunched over the ground right outside the barn entrance, and Sophie knelt down next to the large tractor. She pressed her hands against the cool metal, listening as someone moved around outside. They didn’t say anything, and with all the smells of oil and gasoline and dust in the air, she couldn’t single out their scent.
Glancing around her, she imagined Nik approaching her, his steady, determined pace never hesitating. What a perfect location for them to do anything they wanted. Anything. Just the thought of it made her insides twist even further.
Old Ben was the only lunewulf who ever came into this barn. None of the older Rousseaus would think of getting dirty and messing with this equipment. Sometimes she wondered how their blood ran through her and her littermates. But Ben didn’t keep late hours. The old lunewulf had his own room in a cabin on the grounds, and she’d seen him more than once head across the yard before midnight, calling it a night.
She relaxed on her haunches, rubbing her damp hands down her jeans. Her heart pounded harder when whoever it was entered the barn, their boots making a steady beat as they walked around equipment. The scent of a male lunewulf drifted around the smells of oil and gasoline. It grew stronger and she breathed it in deeply, detecting the unique determined and possessive scent of Nik.
“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you in that position?” He appeared at the front of the tractor, looking down at her with a very satisfied expression on his face.
“What have you imagined me doing?” She didn’t want to think about her littermates or what possible atrocities Grandmother might be devising. Nik stood over her, sexy as hell, and for a moment she just wanted to enjoy being alone with him.
“I’ve imagined your wet mouth wrapped around my cock.” His voice deepened as he spoke.
Goose bumps quickly covered her flesh. She licked her lips before she realized how the act would make him respond. His eyes glowed while his expression hardened. Heat washed over her and she stared up at him, visualizing what he’d just described.
“I’ve imagined doing that to you too,” she whispered, not daring to move. She lowered her gaze, feeling her insides swell with need at the sight of his cock pressing against his jeans.
“You’ve thought about sucking my dick?” he asked, stepping closer, letting her smell the need dripping from him.
She nodded, unable to voice how she’d used a dildo before and stroked it with her tongue, imagining it was Nik.
Nik grabbed the top button of his jeans. Her mouth was suddenly too wet and she almost panted when he began unzipping them.
“Old Ben joined Johann looking for your littermates,” he told her in a husky whisper. “Our territory is more secure than it was when we ran the other night. I don’t want you worrying about Elsa. They’ll sniff her and Gertrude out in no time flat and have them back here safe.”
It made sense that Grandmother would have lunewulfs guarding their territory and making sure humans stayed off their land. Relief rolled off her and she smiled up at Nik. “What should we do while we wait for them?” Her fingers itched to stroke the bulge in his jeans.
“You’re going to show me what you’ve imagined doing.”
She went up on her knees, glancing at his face before watching him unzip his jeans. Her heart swelled in her chest, moving to her throat while she sucked in a breath. The smell of lust filling the air around them didn’t come from just him. And she loved how their scents combined, creating a musky, rich smell that almost made her feel drunk.
“Tell me what you’ve thought of doing.” He lowered his jeans enough to pull out his cock.
Sophie swallowed the lump in her throat as she stared at him. He was a hell of a lot bigger than the small dildo she played with late at night. Not that she didn’t know he was large. Many times he’d rubbed himself against her, let her feel and smell his need for her. And she’d seen him in his fur, the way he hung, proud and aggressive looking when she pranced around him. But seeing him this close, inhaling his musky scent while practically drooling, her mind went blank.
“I’ve sucked on a toy,” she stammered, feeling the tiny hairs prickle to life down her spine. Nervous and excitable energy attacked her, making her feel wild, anxious to play out this scene. But at the same time, being brave enough to impress Nik, give him a blowjob that would rock his world, scared her to death.
“You’ve practiced on a t
oy for the times you’d be with me?”
She didn’t want to sound like an idiot. Maybe if she’d paid more attention to how Simone easily wagged her tail and got any lunewulf she wanted, this would be easier.
“Maybe not practice,” she whispered, her voice huskier than she wanted it to be. “But I play with it sometimes and imagine…” Her voice trailed off.
“Show me what you do with it,” he growled and rested his hand on her head.
She moistened her lips, allowing the thoughts she’d have when pulling out her precious sex toy to surface. His fingers stroked her head, surprisingly a lot more gentle than when he usually touched her. She liked his aggressive nature—loved and craved it. Glancing up at him, watching his chest swell when he sucked in a heavy breath, she drowned for a moment in his deep blue eyes. He waited, his fingers barely moving, but the almost delicate touch fed the fire growing inside her. More than anything, she wanted to impress him with her next move, with her actions, with her mouth around his cock.
Sophie lowered her gaze and breathed in his musky, sexual scent like it was her life source. His cock jerked slightly when she touched it and Nik hissed in his breath. He was so warm, so hard with a velvety round head. She wrapped her fingers around him, just as she had with her toy when dreaming of Nik. She moved her lips to the tip of his cock, looking up at him while heat burnt her cheeks.
“You’re bigger than my toy.”
Nik chuckled. “Suck my cock, Sophie. Now.”
Her insides flip-flopped. Leaning forward slightly, she ran her tongue over the tip of him, and the salty taste made her insides quicken. She would give him what he wanted, show him how well she could satisfy him. Just as she had in her fantasies, she would make this lunewulf hers.
Nik’s fingers moved over her head. He put both hands on her, cupping either side of her and tangling her hair around his fingers. His grip tightened when she sucked him into her mouth. Holding her, keeping her head in place, he slowly moved his cock into her mouth. She opened wide for him, feeling her lips stretch and tingle. His cock was so hard but covered with velvety soft skin that moved when she sucked him in deeper.
He hadn’t asked her to confirm that she’d never done this before. It would matter to him if she had. She knew that. Yet for some reason, she didn’t want him to think of her as a novice, as a bitch who couldn’t satisfy him. Preparing herself for this moment had been on her mind when she played with her toy. But it was more than that. As often as he flirted with her, drove her mad with his touches and suggestions, she’d needed that relief. Yet that hard plastic toy was nothing compared to actually having him in her mouth.
His taste mixed with his rich, musky scent. Nik growled his approval and held her head even tighter, pulling her hair. His actions fueled her burning desire.
Damn. Nik. She murmured her need for him, lapping at his cock and feeling her lips grow numb when he moved faster in and out of her mouth.
“That’s it, sweet little bitch. Fuck.”
His words tore at her system. His scent turned muskier. She ran her hand up his hips, reaching to touch his hard chest while arching her neck to take him deeper. He growled when she almost gagged yet pulled out some and didn’t push as deep when he entered her again. The tension she felt rippling through him, the way he gripped her hair, let her know he loved going that deep. She wanted it again, and tried pushing her head forward to take him completely into her mouth.
“Oh shit. You’re fucking amazing. I love that hot little mouth of yours. Oh Sophie.”
The salty taste filled her mouth and she sensed when she pushed him over the edge. Lunewulfs expanded when they had an orgasm. She didn’t have to have fucked before to know how their bodies worked. Not to mention, bitches shared all the incredible details with each other—just like she knew the males did. He would have to pull out when he came, yet he had a vice grip on her head and moved in and out of her mouth so quickly that all she could do was hold on to him and keep her balance.
“Can you taste me?” he asked.
She hummed, loving how he grew saltier with his pre-come filling her mouth. When he moved one hand from her head and grabbed his cock, she covered his hand with hers. He kept her from taking more than half of him into her mouth as he gripped his cock, holding it tightly and allowing her only to suck the tip.
“Little bitch,” he hissed. “Tell me how you imagined me coming.”
Her mouth felt weird when she leaned back slightly and glanced up at him. “All over me,” she confessed. “But then when I fantasize about both of us, we’re naked.”
She’d never seen him grin quite like he did at her words. Something carnal, almost dangerous looking, made his eyes glow while he smiled down at her.
“Pull up your shirt,” he ordered.
Her legs were shaky when she leaned back and then lifted her shirt quickly.
“Your bra too,” he ordered, his fingers snaking around his cock and sliding back and forth against it quickly.
She yanked up her bra.
He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her body close. Then stroking himself, his fingers moving faster and faster, the smell of sex hung heavily around them.
“Now.” A growl tore through him, deep and making his body shake.
She watched white cream squirt from his cock and at the same time the hot fluid hit her breasts, searing her flesh. She gasped, her insides flip-flopping as the cream began slowly dripping down her.
“Oh Nik,” she said on a breath, loving how his come felt on her.
It was like he’d marked her, put his scent on her for all to know that she was his bitch. That thought was almost as hot as watching him orgasm in front of her. Such an intimate act—one that bonded the two of them together.
She cried inside to have more of him, to experience what that bulging cock would feel like stretching her insides. And at the same time, a sensual warmth, satisfying and strong, crept over her. Slowly she stood, her legs shaky and her bones threatening to pop and grow. The carnal side of her made it easier to smell him, to sense his emotions and feel his satisfaction. She wanted to demand that he give her more, fuck her until the intense pressure inside her disappeared.
“That is the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen in my life.” Nik praised her, petting her hair with his hand and then pulling her to him.
With her shirt shoved under her armpits, her damp breasts pressed against him. He devoured her mouth, impaling her with his tongue now instead of his cock.
“Sophie,” he growled, breathing into her and adding to the heat that tore at her insides.
She couldn’t catch her breath. “I need more.” She didn’t mean to say it but her body burned with turmoil. She felt stuck, trapped in a state of need, as if her body had half-changed and didn’t know whether to recline into one shape or continue growing until fulfilled by her purer shape.
“Little bitch. Yes. You do.” Nik rubbed his finger down her cheek. “Stand right there. Don’t move.”
He bounded around the tractor, leaving her standing there.
“Where are you going?”
He reappeared in a minute, carrying a roll of paper towels, and then wiped her breasts with the loving attention a bitch would give her cub. Then he pulled her bra down, and then her sweater. Giving her an appraising look, his gaze settled on her face, while a slow smile tempted the corner of his mouth.
“Soon, little bitch. Very soon that craving that wars inside you will be satisfied. And believe me, more than you know, I wish I could fuck you right now.”
“When?” She took slow, deep breaths, fighting to calm her body. But every time she inhaled, she filled her lungs with his scent, which made her pussy swell and ache even more.
“I won’t just casually fuck you. That won’t ever be how it is between you and me.”
She knew this about Nik. His sense of tradition, loyalty to the pack and strong values were traits that ran deep in him. Those same traits would make him a perfect lover—she would bet money o
n that.
“How will it be between you and me?” she asked.
He pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly against his hard body while one hand roamed down her front until he found the top button of her jeans. He yanked it hard enough that for a moment she thought it popped free. And then her zipper slid down, his palm brushing over her skin while he worked his hand inside her pants.
“You will run by my side, little bitch. We will fight together, kill together and love together.” His fingers parted her swollen flesh, touching the most sensitive spot on her body.
She stiffened, digging her nails into his shoulders while she fought not to cry out. “Yes. That’s what I want,” she hissed through her teeth, which ached to grow as the pressure simmering inside her reached a boiling point.
“I know it is. I can smell it on you,” he told her. “We will stand by our pack, but they will know our loyalty is strongest toward each other.”
Sophie remembered what Old Ben had said before leaving her alone in the barn. If Nik heard anything inside, maybe that encouraged him to put his scent on her. God. Wouldn’t Grandmother have a rabid attack if she got a whiff of Sophie right now?
She would question him about it, but when his fingers stroked her clit and then moved inside her jeans, soaking her, there was no way she could carry on a conversation.
“You are so damned wet. I can smell how desperately you need to be fucked.” He thrust his fingers inside her, pushing against the sensitive spot that held the pressure in place.
“Nik. Shit.” Her world toppled to the side, and if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on her, she would have fallen over.
“That’s it. Come for me, Sophie.” He stroked the tender flesh inside her pussy, pushing her quickly over the edge.
She’d been that ready, that close to exploding that with just his fingers he made her explode, brought her orgasm on so hard that she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. He finger-fucked her hard and fast, not letting up when she was sure she’d come as hard as she could.
“I can’t take it,” she whispered, although there was no way she could move with his hand shoved inside her.
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