“We all are going to have to endure it together.” Gertrude turned stubborn, the way she always did when preparing herself for something she’d rather not do. “I’m kind of curious to see how it all works out.”
“It will be harder on the males. None of us enjoy the thought of sharing our bitches.”
Sophie cocked her head at him, deciding now might be her best chance to learn why he had helped Grandmother during the meeting. “Then why did you stand up for Grandmother during the meeting?”
Nik stared down at her, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness. “Sometimes we have to sweeten our scent to get what we want, little bitch.”
“Did you fix it so that Sophie won’t have three mates?” Gertrude asked quickly.
“No.” Nik ran his hand down the side of Sophie’s head but looked at Gertrude. “I made some suggestions as to who her other mates might be.”
“Oh shit. Tell me.” Sophie grabbed his shirt, doing her best to shake him.
Nik didn’t budge. “Grandmother has the final say over everything. We’ll know tomorrow when the list is put out.”
Sophie sniffed out his emotions and Nik pulled her hair hard enough to get her attention.
“Do you think I would lie to you, little bitch?” he growled.
“No.” She shook her head. “I know that you wouldn’t.”
“Good. Let’s go inside and enjoy the rest of the night.”
Sophie actually enjoyed herself inside Howley’s. They drank beer and played pool. She flirted with Nik and teased the other males. Gertrude pranced around with her, just as she always did. Even Elsa loosened up after a few beers and once Sophie caught Johann steal a kiss from Elsa. The rich, sweet smell of lust floated in the air and it was just like any other night at the bar—for the most part.
Every now and then Sophie would let thoughts invade her good time, imagining what the list would look like and who her other mates would be. Nik had almost gotten pissed when she tried sniffing out his lie, and she wondered if he did know more and didn’t share his knowledge to protect her. Bringing it up again might cause an argument, and that was the last thing she wanted to do with Nik tonight.
“Ready for some fresh air?” Nik came up behind her, leaning over to whisper in her ear and then nipped the sensitive flesh with his teeth.
Most everyone in the bar was lunewulf, and when the bartender announced last call it seemed like an announcement that they would all run soon. The strong smell of excitement mixed with lust and body sweat.
“Very ready,” she said, turning and trying to bite his cheek.
Nik grabbed her jaw, then nipped her lower lip. She watched his long, thick blond lashes flutter over his eyes when he ran his tongue over the spot he’d just bitten. Everything inside her hardened while her body temperature hit the boiling point.
“Nik,” she whispered.
Never had she seen more intense satisfaction line his face. “Mine,” he uttered, his eyes glowing with silver streaks.
The pack pushed and shoved around them but Sophie didn’t care. All of their scents were familiar, but the one she craved inhaling the most wrapped around her like a warm blanket when they stepped outside into the chilly night air.
They agreed to park at Johann’s den, and this time Gertrude rode with other friends. She laughed in between two males while waving to Sophie. What would Grandmother think if she realized her new law successfully increased the promiscuity in their pack?
She chuckled, knowing the alcohol had hit her but finding the thought very funny.
“What?” Nik asked, reaching his car and pulling the door open for her.
“Lunewulfs will become known as a pack full of perverts,” she told him and then grabbed his cock to prove her point.
“I think some of us were already there.” He tweaked her nipple through her shirt and then pushed her toward the car. “Get in.”
Cars parked up and down the street Johann lived on. The pack descended on his place and strolled to the backyard, most of them stripping while they walked.
“You’ll run by my side,” Nik said seriously while untucking his shirt.
The group of them huddled in the darkness and Johann glanced at the females around them. Sophie, her littermates and Simone all worked on getting out of their clothes.
“We keep the females between us and head for Rousseau land.” Johann looked at Nik.
“Agreed.”
Sophie looked up at Nik when he answered Johann. “We’re a smaller group tonight. You know we’d smell humans before they could shoot at us.”
“If we run straight from here to Grandmother’s land, we won’t be anywhere near human territory.” Elsa sat on the ground, undoing her boots, and looked up from one of them to the other.
She sounded confident, but Sophie smelled her worry. And she hated that scent on her youngest littermate. Changing into their purest forms enabled them to be free of the worries and stress that came with being human. It was a cleansing experience, existing in a more raw and simple state of mind. They could run and kill like they were meant to. And although humans didn’t know werewolves were real, they attacked anyway, thinking they’d killed a wolf or some other wild animal. It really pissed Sophie off that any of them were robbed of the pleasure of a good, hard run.
“I’m not going to let a lesser species ruin my night.” Sophie pulled her sweater over her head but then sucked in her breath when she caught Nik staring at her as she dropped her arms.
“We’ll keep an eye out for each other.” Simone’s teeth chattered when she stood naked, quickly twisting her clothes into a rope and then tying it around her neck.
Sophie did the same, her nipples burning while they puckered fiercely against the cold night air. She wrapped her twisted clothing around her neck. Nik tied his and then reached for her, taking the end of her jeans that wrapped around her sweater and adeptly tying the knot that would keep them in place while they ran.
She stared into his eyes, watching them smolder. Silver streaks, like small lightning bolts, highlighted his blue eyes. His teeth lengthened while he watched her, never saying a word, but slowly changing while keeping her captured with his gaze.
He pulled her into the transformation with him. His hands rested just below her shoulders, and his pulse matched the thumping in her heart. Her teeth stretched, bulging against her gums and then her lips. Her breath came quicker, harder, deeper—filling her lungs and then exhaling with the shifting of bones and muscles.
Nik’s body grew, altering as his own metamorphosis took over. When his fingers and palms thickened and his nails changed to claws, he scraped them down her front. The slight amount of pain burned like fire through her, escalating the change. She wanted to howl, scream into the night for all the world to hear.
No law. No order by any pack leader would change the bond she had with Nik Alexander. Her heartbeat accelerated. The cold night air no longer bothered her as a thick coat popped through her skin. Straight, beautiful white hair covered her body and she fell to the ground, wagging her tail and feeling the strength and power that surged inside her.
Nik leapt into the air, a lunewulf almost twice her size, and instantly tried to mount her. She laughed, barking with excitement as she dodged his efforts.
You’ve got to catch me first, wolf man, she snapped and tore into the night.
Chapter Six
Nik fought the urge to fuck Sophie. He didn’t care that Johann and the other bitches might watch. Primal instinct, so much stronger than any human emotion, consumed him, burning like a wildfire in his veins. When they reached her den, he pushed against her, guiding her toward the barn.
Sophie snapped at him but she didn’t have his strength. He nudged her inside, snapping at the others so that they would have privacy. It didn’t surprise him a bit when Sophie immediately let the change take over and returned to her human form. Alone in the dark, he would mount her so fast she wouldn’t be able to stop him if they stayed in their fur.
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nbsp; “That was a fucking blast.” She grinned broadly and flipped her damp hair over her shoulder.
She glistened with sweat, and her toned body seemed to glow with energy while she untied her clothes.
“Don’t mention fucking, little bitch. I might have used up all the control that I have.” He didn’t want her to dress.
She sucked in a breath, still smelling of the outdoors. Her rich, lusty scent took over his ability to think straight. Sophie stood completely naked before him with her long blonde hair draped over one shoulder and then falling down her back. Her nipples were puckered into hard knots, perfect to chew and suck. And her full breasts looked swollen. God he wanted to bury his cock between them, feel their softness while he rubbed against her.
“Why are you fighting to control yourself?” She let her hand drop to her side, holding on to her clothes, and stepped closer to him.
All blood drained from his head while he watched his sultry little temptress move in on him. “I’ve made a promise that I won’t fuck you until we mate.”
“When will that be?”
“Within the next few minutes if you don’t behave,” he growled.
Sophie grinned, looking very pleased with herself, and scraped her fingernails up his chest. “I love you, Nik,” she whispered, biting her lip and looking up quickly at him for his response.
His cock got hard so quickly that he was suddenly lightheaded. It throbbed between them and she pushed into him, rubbing her smooth tummy against it.
“You better.” His voice sounded harsher than he intended, and she about ripped out his heart when she gave him a pouty look. “You know I love you too, my sweet bitch.”
“You better,” she told him and stretched her body against his, reaching for his mouth and then nipping at him. “Tell me again why we’re waiting?”
He couldn’t explain the details, and the way her breasts pressed against his chest and her intoxicating scent tore at his senses, he was having a damned hard time remembering the reasons.
“There are a few small matters to take care of first.” He grabbed her wrists, every muscle inside him hardening to stone when he put her at arm’s length. “Get dressed—now.”
Before he lost all control.
“Are you scared to fuck me where we might get caught?” she challenged.
If he took her up on that offer, he would bet hard-earned money that she’d back down before he did.
“More like too smart to start something where we might get interrupted,” he corrected her. “When we mate, we’ll take our time and do it right.”
“Okay,” she whispered on a breath, her blue eyes glowing an absolutely sexy color.
He let go of her reluctantly and messed with his clothes. “You’ll go inside and wait an hour and then call me. And no masturbating before you call me.”
Her eyes opened wide, as if he’d just caught her thinking about doing just that.
“Why do I have to wait an hour to call you?” She followed his lead and started dressing, but he smelled her curiosity mix with suspicion. He guessed that she believed he was up to something. Yet another reason he knew he’d picked the right bitch—Sophie was smart as hell.
Nik pulled his shirt over his head and then tapped her on the nose with his finger. She made a face at him.
“There are some things I need to take care of before I go home, and I want to hear you when you masturbate.”
“What if I don’t make any sounds?”
“You’ll talk to me while you get yourself off.” And just thinking about it made it damned hard for him to zip up his jeans.
She studied him for a moment and then quickly finished dressing. The flush appearing in her cheeks was all he needed to see. Sophie couldn’t wait to perform for him. Her sexual desires ached to be educated, enhanced, called out and explored. Virginity didn’t have a smell, but he knew she’d never been with a lunewulf before. In the years that he’d watched her, and then during the time he’d taken to get to know her, Sophie ran with her littermates. Other males always sniffed them out, but Nik made damned sure the entire pack knew she wasn’t available. He may not have fucked her yet, but he did everything in his power to put his mark on her, lay claim to her so that no other male messed with her. And soon, very fucking soon, she would be his completely.
If it weren’t for the damned law Grandmother Rousseau had just passed, his plan to mate with her would have happened without anyone howling about it. He thought about what he needed to do when he left Sophie. Jogging in his human form back to Johann’s place where his car was did him some good—gave him time to think things through. He thought about his conversation with Grandmother Rousseau earlier. The old bitch was shrewd as hell and could smell out a situation faster than most lunewulfs half her age.
She’d informed him before he’d had a chance to say a word that she knew he and Sophie loved each other. That was fine. He hadn’t tried keeping it a secret. But when she’d demanded to know what he thought of bitches mating with several males, he’d hesitated.
Grandmother Rousseau detested the smell of a lie more than anything. He needed something from her more than he needed to breathe, and she knew that. The least he could give her in return was the truth. He wouldn’t tolerate anything less had he been in her position.
“I think it sucks,” he had told her candidly, ignoring the arch of her eyebrow when he spoke his mind. “Lunewulfs are territorial and you expect males to share bitches. We’ll kill each other off.”
“A typical male response,” she’d said easily, waving her bony hand in the air and dismissing his comment without giving any thought to what truth might lie in what he said. The stubborn determination was etched in the wrinkles on her face and filled the air around her with a ripe scent. “If I had given each of you three bitches and told you to mate with each of them, each and every one of you would have agreed wholeheartedly. I’m doing what must be done. And you should be grateful. Now all the males will get their dicks wet at least once in a while. And we’ll continue to grow and be strong.”
There wasn’t any point arguing with her so he didn’t try.
Grandmother Rousseau had leaned back in her chair and studied him for a long while. It was a practice she enjoyed, allowing silence to pass and waiting until she smelled nervousness on whomever she had in her office with her. The old bitch didn’t make him nervous, and maybe that pleased her. He hadn’t expected to hear what she said next.
“All of my granddaughters have trust funds waiting for them. Their parents set them up when they were cubs. The terms were simply that each bitch would receive her money when she mated with a male who was approved by the pack leader. Sophie will receive one million dollars when she mates.” She looked proud when she paused and stared at him—or maybe it was more of a victorious look. He wasn’t sure. Her old emotions smelled similar, mostly stale and a little salty.
When he didn’t say anything, she continued. “I know that you’ve come to me to ask for a blessing in mating with my granddaughter. You thought you could sneak in a request for Sophie before this new law passed and have her all to yourself. Admit it, wolf man.”
“And you would not honor that request?” He had been livid when she stubbornly shook her head no. But filling the air with his outrage would make her less agreeable. As much as he wanted to leap over the desk, attack with full force and demand to have what he wanted, he held his position, fighting the tension warring inside him.
“You will stand by me tonight during the meeting, show the pack you back this law. The million dollars will go solely to you. And,” she paused for dramatics and he tasted blood when he bit his tongue, fighting to stay in his chair. “I will let you know who her two other mates will be. Set the matings up how you see fit. No other lunewulf will have that privilege.”
In Grandmother’s warped way of thinking, she’d blessed his mating with Sophie. He still thought her insane. But killing her on the spot would have created chaos in the pack. And being pack leader w
asn’t a position he wished to seek out.
He wanted a quiet den, one with Sophie hunting by his side. Grandmother thought she’d bribed him, and the money was incredible. They would have a very nice den and not want for anything ever again. But that didn’t matter to him as much as assuring their happiness.
Although it was well into the middle of the night when he parked in front of Jonathan Abram’s den, the lights were on inside. He got out, inhaling the scents around him. The cold night air was full of only the usual smells—nothing out of the ordinary. Well the conversation he was about to have with the lunewulf was damned out of the ordinary. Never in his life would he have imagined discussing with another male how they would fuck his bitch.
He ignored the apprehension that twisted around in his gut. The conversation would go the way he wished or Abram would die. To hell with pack law and Grandmother. Sophie was his and Grandmother knew it. But she had some trust in him or she wouldn’t have given him the names. He focused on that bit of knowledge as he rapped on the front door of the small, nondescript house buried deep within the dens of their pack.
No one answered right away and he sniffed at the door, wondering if Abram was even here. He didn’t know the lunewulf that well, and he didn’t know what kind of car the male owned or if he even drove.
Finally he heard movement inside.
“Yup.” Jonathan Abram pulled open the door, wearing only jeans and looking like he might have been asleep. He stared at Nik for a moment, frowned and glanced around him. “Alexander. What is this?”
“I want to talk to you.”
“What do you want?”
“Let me into your den.”
The lunewulf studied him for a moment, then scratched his head, messing his long blond hair up even more. Finally he backed up, then turned his back on Nik as he led the way into his small living room. Several tattoos adorned his back. Jonathan Abram was tall, maybe an inch taller than Nik. He worked construction—that was about all Nik knew about him—and the work had him fairly well built up. His straight blond hair was in a ponytail, although half of it had fallen out and hung in strands around his face. When he turned to face Nik, he tucked those strands behind his ears.
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