She ran one hand along her inner thigh. Her legs were bent and she stopped her journey and rested her hand on her knee. Jarvis loved her creamy white skin, her slender body, her long legs and narrow feet.
The tight curls between her legs barely covered the smooth flesh underneath. Moisture already glistened between her narrow folds. Katrin was young, toned and had very few scars, but she wasn’t as muscular as most females. She was also taller than any female he’d sniffed after in the past. The auburn hair between her legs and fanning around her face was an unusual color for a Cariboo female. It was an alluring shade though and added to Katrin’s incredible sex appeal.
“Fucking tail, little red werewolf, you are so damn hot,” he grumbled, his voice too rough.
“So are you.” When she smiled, his world tilted.
Jarvis wasn’t sure if he climbed over her or simply fell onto the bed. The moment he did, Katrin sprang forward, grabbing him. He wasn’t ready for how strong she was when she gripped his shoulders and flipped him to his back. She wasn’t stronger than he was though. Jarvis didn’t have a problem with her taking the lead. Some females liked that and this one seemed to always want complete control of her surroundings. That was fine with him, as long as her surroundings smelled sensible. He fell to his back and grabbed her hips when she straddled him.
Her long hair tumbled in front of her. The heat from her pussy scorched his cock. She rubbed herself against his length then lowered her mouth to his.
“I’m going to ride you until you come,” she breathed into his mouth.
“Is that so?”
He felt her smile more than saw it. She smelled sweet and ripe and the cream from her pussy soaked his cock. Jarvis loved a hot, wild female but he smelled something different on Katrin he didn’t usually smell. It wasn’t fear, but whatever haunted her ran so strong in her bloodstream it couldn’t be hidden even by her desire for him.
“Yes, Cariboo. That’s so.”
“Bossy female.”
She bit his lip. The metallic taste and scent of blood drowned out other aromas only for a moment. Katrin hummed and pressed her lips over his. She rubbed her lithe body against him. Hard nipples scraped his chest. The carnal, more primitive side of him roared to life and he reached between them, grabbing her breasts.
Her lips parted. Katrin moaned against his mouth as their tongues began a dance of exploration and challenge. She sat on his cock, pressing her weight down on him and grabbing his wrists.
She tried pulling his arms over his head. Jarvis tightened his grip on her breasts.
“Don’t fight me,” she growled.
It was his turn to spring forward. Jarvis moved to a sitting position, causing her to slide off him. Her rear end plopped on the bed between his spread legs and he continued moving.
“I won’t fight you, Katrin,” he informed her. “But I will control your desires.”
“No one controls me.” Katrin turned into a wild creature, showing him the side of her capable of attacking single males on the hunt in a field.
Jarvis remembered the male she’d attacked badly enough he had to be carried to Toubec’s den. Katrin wouldn’t harm him, in pleasure or defiance. He put enough strength into his actions, not to hurt her, but to put her where he wanted her.
“This isn’t a leash, my sweet red female.” He kept his tone gentle but moved quickly to his knees and had her once again on her back. “But you will trust me and allow me to show you how good this can feel.”
“I know how good this can feel,” she wailed, writhing underneath him.
He had her at a disadvantage though. Her legs were spread on either side of him and Jarvis knelt between them holding her thighs. Katrin tried sitting but relented and flopped onto her back. She grabbed the blanket beneath them on both sides of her and fisted it as her hair tangled over her face and around her body. Katrin had more wild in her than she knew what to do with. Jarvis watched her struggle, pushing herself up but unable to sit unless it was perched on his lap. He held her until she stopped.
She stared up at him, breathing hard with her lips parted and her eyes glowing silver. “Why are you doing this?” she asked, suddenly smelling nervous.
Jarvis relaxed his grip but was cautious. He’d seen her in action and doubted her aggression would shift to fear quite that soon. “Trust me, my sweet red Cariboo.” He lowered himself over her and took her arms, holding them on either side of her head as he kissed her.
He devoured away her protest as he feasted on her sweet, pouty mouth. Running his fingers over her arms, he continued enjoying her until she merely panted underneath him but no longer struggled. Then chasing kisses down her neck, to her breasts, her nipples, he moved lower until he was situated between her legs.
“Jarvis,” she gasped, raising her head and looking at him.
He pressed one hand on her hard abdomen. “Relax,” he instructed, and placed a kiss at the opening of her moist slit.
“And he says I’m bossy,” she moaned, collapsing on the bed.
Jarvis dipped his tongue into her cream, hiding his smile, and Katrin immediately bucked. He was ready for her this time and kept one hand on her stomach, holding her down while he began a slow feast.
He loved her feistiness and even her aggressive nature. As quick as she was to attack and show her fangs, there was another side to his red little Cariboo. He wanted to understand that part of her but sensed it would only come with her trust and submission. Jarvis got situated and slowed his adoration. Her thick cream coated his tongue. She tasted rich and smelled even better.
During the moments when Katrin relaxed, lost in her pleasure, Jarvis saw the female who ached for all the wonders life might offer her. Somewhere along the line, during this adorable female’s runs, she’d endured harshness. He spotted a few scars upon closer exploration, but they looked more as if they were received during rough play than in battle for her life.
Katrin survived by showing the world she was dangerous and spontaneous in her attacks. But Jarvis doubted she’d always been that way. Katrin’s moans and soft panting showed how she ached for pleasure, for complete release.
Jarvis decided to give her what she wanted. His vision blurred on her face. Drowning in the taste of her, he lost himself in enjoying her moist, sleek, perfect pussy. Along with the pungent smell of her come, the clean scent of happiness mixed with her arousal, which was a rich, sweet aroma. He’d never breathed such intoxicating smells. This little female enticed him in so many ways. All he wanted was to lose himself in her pleasure. The moment she tensed, Jarvis gripped her narrow hips and latched on to her hard, little nub.
“Fucking tail! Jarvis! Crap,” Katrin howled, reaching for him when she came off the bed.
“Relax, darling. Let go for me.”
“I am!” Katrin tried clawing at him.
Her hair flew around her face as her tummy went hard and her pussy swelled. Katrin’s juices flooded his mouth. He lapped at her entrance, his excitement building along with hers.
Jarvis had to adjust his position. No longer was kneeling between her legs an option. He hunched over while enjoying the best damn meal he’d had in a long time, possibly ever. Every inch of him was hardening. His dick was so swollen and thick it felt heavy between his legs. His balls were round, full and ultrasensitive. They brushed against his inner thigh and sparks shot down his spine.
It wasn’t uncommon to feel the change come forth when he was in the throes of passion during sex. Although it hadn’t happened since he’d matured into a grown male, one fully capable of handling his body’s reaction to a female. Jarvis let go of Katrin’s hips and pushed himself to his haunches. As he did, the sparks continued zapping his spine. Tiny hairs stood at attention on the back of his neck. His senses grew acutely aware of every stimulus around him. Although there was only thing he focused on.
Katrin lay before him, her legs spread but now stretched out and relaxed. She still panted, trying to catch her breath after coming so hard. Her body wa
s soaked with a sheen of perspiration that made her appear to glow. Her full, round breasts were swollen. Her brown nipples puckered into mouthwatering points.
Jarvis had never seen a female with hair Katrin’s color. As he stared at the wavy strands clinging to her damp body, he noticed some were darker. Those darker strands were auburn, not blonde. Even the tight curls between her legs were the same color as the hair on her head.
And he loved the way it made her look. Katrin was different than other females. Sure, Cariboo females were feisty, had a tendency to fight first and question their actions later. Katrin fought with a vindictive edge. She too often smelled as if she searched for reasons to attack instead of playing coy and showing her fangs to excite a male. Katrin wasn’t trying to excite any male. When he’d first laid eyes on her in the meadow, outnumbered by males, as far away as he’d been, Jarvis had known by her actions she had intended to fight to the death.
Katrin blinked. Her long lashes fluttered over smoldering blue eyes. He spotted slight streaks, like distant lightning, laced through her irises. The instant she looked up at him, his dick swelled to the point of no return. Every inch of him hardened with his painful need for release. His moment of adoration had ended. There was no way to withstand the desperate need aching to explode inside him.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Her voice was so raspy, her words so sensual and caressing, they fueled the fire inside him.
“Yes.” It was all he could say. The other words he wanted to say, knowing when he entered her and released inside her it would change their scent, make them one in a way it had been for centuries with their kind, would have to wait.
Jarvis had fucked his share of females. They had parted, indifferent to whether they saw each other again. Katrin was different. He sensed it when his body ached at the thought of her. He had felt it coming on during the nights when she had watched him change before his run. It had been apparent when he’d kissed her in the parking lot and growled at the Cariboo cop. And he’d known it without a doubt when she’d howled for him when he’d been inside the bar.
He moved and his cock jerked with anticipation. Katrin’s attention dropped to it. Her lips parted and she moistened them. Jarvis froze and watched, her small tongue caressing her lips doing a number to his insides that damn near paralyzed him.
I’m going to make you mine. The words were there, and almost slipped out. Instead he growled and Katrin returned her attention to his face. The slightest smile played at her lips, as if she understood.
Chapter Four
Katrin was barely able to breathe. The smell of their lust hung so heavily in the air she swore she saw it. Not that she tried. All of her attention was on the male leaning over her. The few males she’d fucked in the mountains had all been her choice. They were males she’d chased down. They had been males who had lived on the mountain, and quite possibly were all dead now. The entire mountain was dead to her, as was her past.
For some reason, that thought didn’t hold quite the sting as it had since she’d arrived in Prince George. She would focus later on why the image of her mountainside, of everyone she’d run with all her life, didn’t immediately fill the air around her with sadness.
Right now, the way Jarvis looked at her, the way he smelled and acted whenever they were together, was something so much stronger than what she’d had in the past with a quick, hard tumble in tall meadow grass.
Her brain became thick with fogged-over desire. Her body was on edge. Her flesh, hypersensitive. She was so responsive to everywhere Jarvis touched her that she wanted to rub every inch of herself against him.
It was as if she’d never really felt before and now did so for the first time. Touching Jarvis, being touched by him, breathing in his rich, erotic scent, seeing how he looked at her—all of her senses were wound tight. Every aspect of her existence at that moment was about Jarvis.
As anxious as she was, there was still something in her brain urging her to run. Katrin always ran. Or she attacked to kill. It was in her blood, how she’d been taught since she’d been a cub. Why didn’t she run now?
“My little red Cariboo.” This time when Jarvis growled, his words were somewhat audible.
He moved his arms under her legs and lifted them. They were limp and she searched for the need to fight him. Katrin took the lead when fucking a male. It was another way Jarvis was different. No matter how much she fought him to control how they did this, he hadn’t fought back. Instead he’d used his strength to overpower her, had stayed calm, and took her body to places it had never been before. She was still sizzling from head to toe after coming so hard.
Jarvis brought her ankles to his shoulders, bending her in half, and pressed his cock at her entrance. All the thoughts, the worries, the search for the desire to run, dissipated until it was as if they’d never been in her muddled brain.
“God damn you’re hot,” Jarvis grumbled.
It wasn’t a good position in which to try to control their actions, but Katrin tried anyway. She moved her rear end from side to side, causing the swollen tip of his cock to brush and press harder against her soaked pussy.
“Fuck me, male,” she ordered and grabbed his shoulders.
Jarvis apparently wasn’t going to lean closer, no matter how hard she tugged against all that perfect muscle. But moving faster over his cock got her results.
He impaled her with a slick, smooth, fast movement. Jarvis filled her so fast her insides constricted, then exploded. Her first release, a wonderful orgasm, broke the dam inside her and stole all her strength.
“Holy crap,” she howled and fought to straighten her legs.
“It’s okay, darling.” Jarvis’ gaze burned into hers. “You feel so damn good. My adorable little Cariboo,” he soothed.
She didn’t want soothing. The moment her muscles constricted around his cock she wanted to be fucked. He stretched her, filled her, and stroked the most sensitive spots inside her. Now she wanted friction, heat, his cock plummeting in and out until the new urges quickly consuming her were appeased.
“Fuck me, Jarvis. Damn it. Do it now!”
She’d barely howled the words when Jarvis obliged. He roared so fiercely she snapped to attention. Or the best she could manage, damn near folded in half—and suddenly her brain was clear. Her strength returned. Katrin stretched around Jarvis’ cock, taking him in as deeply as she was able. The heat, the exciting burn that flittered over her acutely attentive nerve endings, the pressure that mounted and mounted all became overwhelming as she stared into his eyes. His expression was intense, and his focus was completely on her.
A slight scent of blood trickled toward her, mixing in with their aromas of lovemaking. Katrin noticed she’d scratched his shoulders when trying to pull him closer. There wasn’t time to focus on the thin red lines zigzagging toward his chest. The moment Jarvis roared, he began thrusting deep inside her, withdrawing and filling her again. His movements were focused, harsh and incredibly rough.
Katrin howled along with him, one orgasm after another rolling through her. He took her over the edge and immediately created another plateau for her to plummet down until she swore she was falling with no chance of landing anytime soon.
“Jarvis! God,” she cried out, feeling her body swell yet again.
“You’re so good, so perfect.”
His words were far away, uttered through a mist of sweet bliss she prayed would never end. When Jarvis lifted her ass off the bed, and leaned over so her knees damn near touched her breasts, his cock slid even deeper inside.
“Fucking hell!” she wailed, again scraping his flesh with her nails and breathing in the sweet, metallic smell of his fresh blood.
Katrin used all her strength. She couldn’t make him straighten but almost managed to knock both of them to their side. Jarvis’ chuckle pissed her off. There was no holding on to anger though. Not with what he was doing to her body.
“Katrin.”
The way he said her name caused her insides to
flutter. His face was right above hers. His eyes were laced with silver streaks. He licked his lips, and grunted when he might have said something else.
He didn’t need to say it. His cock swelled, jerking and pulsing inside her. He was going to come. He would fill her with his release and their scents would mingle. Together, they would carry a new smell that would be the same on both of them. By the old laws and traditions of the Cariboo lunewulf, they would be mated.
When she’d fucked males in the past, Katrin had always made them pull out, dump their seed outside of her. It prevented the smells of both of them from bonding as strongly. Katrin might have left a good tumble in the meadow reeking of sex, but not of the male she’d just fucked. He would be washed off her long before she returned to her den.
There was no den now, no littermates to share the secrets of her sexual experiences. There was no one to howl to about anything she did.
The moment that thought entered her brain, her mind rejected it. There was someone to howl to about her life. That someone had just exploded inside her.
* * * * *
Katrin blinked and stared at dust bunnies straying in and out of the stream of sunlight coming through the gap where the curtains didn’t meet. She inhaled, then blew out the breath and relaxed under the thick comforter. She was content to caress her senses with the rich, not-yet-faded aroma of their lovemaking from the night before.
Crap! The night before.
Katrin had left the Toubec ranch, having informed Simone this wasn’t the type of life for her. Under strong protests and even threats from the female, Katrin had run out the door. Rock Toubec hadn’t been at the den and Simone had howled after her that neither of them would permit her to run off by herself.
They had no rights over her. Katrin had fled the ranch. By the time she reached Prince George, Jarvis wouldn’t leave her thoughts. All they had shared before last night was a passionate kiss. Yet she hadn’t been able to start her run toward the States and leave him without saying something.
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