by Aubrey Rose
“Listen to me carefully, fur ball. You’re not going to turn me into puppy chow. Now go back to the party down there,” she cocked her head to the side, “and forget I’m up here. Got it?”
The wolf’s features turned darker, as if angered by her words. Trust her to piss off an already angry wolf. Nice.
A deeper growl made her jerk her head to the right. Another wolf stood there. His gaze locked on the brown. She knew this wolf. The thick black coat with the white paws and muzzle belonged to only one man. Aric.
The standoff was making her stomach queasy, and her stupid outfit was itching like crazy. Aric’s wolf took three steps and stood in front of her. The brown growled and launched toward them.
Oh hell.
Aric shoved the wolf off. The brown whimpered from a bite, but the stupid thing didn’t stop. It went for her again. Aric snarled, digging his paws into the brown fur and biting down on the brown’s neck. She winced.
With the branch in her grasp, she watched the brown lower its head in submission. Apparently that was enough for Aric. He let go of the wolf and turned to her. The brown took Aric’s distraction to jump in her direction, but she’d been watching the wolf closely. She had a feeling he wouldn’t give up so easily. Her vision sharpened, and she focused on the animal leaping toward her. She swung the branch with all her might and heard the sound of bone cracking as it made impact with the wolf’s face. He landed on his side with a thud. Aric stood and shoved at the other wolf, growling at it and snarling a warning. The other animal left, limping and whimpering. Every few steps he’d turn and glare at her.
The burst of adrenaline rushing through her made her continue to grip the branch. She stared at the location the other wolf had left through, waiting to see if he would turn around and attack. Something brushed her leg, taking her concentration from the other animal and bringing it back to the present. Shit. Aric had found her. She glanced down at the black and white wolf, which reminded her so much of a Dalmatian.
“Er... Aric?” She whispered. Her throat went dry. This was the man she’d wanted since forever and his muzzle was level with her privates.
Aric cocked his head, sniffing her hand. She dropped the branch, opened her fist, and allowed him to sniff her palm. He licked her. He was so cute in his wolf form. Maybe if she saw him as a pet instead of the sexy man she knew he was, she’d be able to get through this without letting him know how badly she wanted the human version of him. That could have happened, really, it could have, if he hadn’t shoved his muzzle into her crotch. Her breath swooshed out of her as she stood there in shock.
He. Was. Sniffing. Her. Pussy.
And she didn’t know what to do. Granted, she’d wanted the man for years, but for him to just shove his face down there was pretty weird. Where was the romance, the dinners, the dates? Hell, why did she start visualizing Aric as a man shoving his face in her crotch? He was in his wolf shape for cripes sake. She needed a mental evaluation pronto.
“Aric!” She squeaked, trying to shove the big furry head out of her crotch. He was sniffing, and his hot breath tickled right through her thin spandex yoga pants. He growled, shoving his muzzle further between her thighs.
“Cut it out! This is wrong on so many levels. Probably in different species levels too.” She swallowed hard, took a step back, but he followed.
Then, just as quick as he shoved himself between her thighs, and not in the way she wished he would, he backed out. He stepped around her in a full circle, sniffing her from every angle. What the hell? Did she stink? He did another round and stopped behind her, and shoved his face into her butt. “Whoa! Get your perverted furry face out of there or I will shove my foot up your ass and tell your mother.”
He growled. And she’d swear it sounded as if he’d laughed at her, but he did pull his muzzle out of her ass. Point one for her.
She glanced over her shoulder at the clearing, where Kelly stood in the dead center, waiting. What the hell was she waiting for? Jordan didn’t get a chance to find out. All of a sudden she was tackled to the ground.
“What the hell—?” Aric was caging her. His big furry wolf stood over her. “Aric?”
He dropped, bringing his muzzle right to her face. The bright grey eyes mesmerized her. The harsh untamed beauty of his animal face beckoned her, and she watched him change before her eyes. This close it was like something out of a movie. She’d always taken glimpses, but she’d never seen him go from wolf to man, only man to wolf. The muzzle flattened until his bone structure took on the sharp lines and angles of the future Alpha. His shaggy, black hair dropped forward, almost covering his face. The moon, high and full, gave her the ability to visually lick from his bristly jaw down his tattooed naked body.
Wait.
Oh God.
He was naked and right above her. She couldn’t help it that her vision shot down south. Her gaze raced down his muscular golden torso, down the tribal ink lines covering his arms and chest, and zoomed onto his very hard cock.
“Wow.”
He chuckled. “Thanks.”
She tore her gaze away from his erection, as much as that hurt, and caught the humor dancing in his eyes. He was enjoying her awe. Bastard.
“Aric—”
“Jordan,” he mimicked. He loved doing that to her—pressing her buttons to see her react.
“Are you...um...is that normal?” She glanced down to his ever-growing hard-on and licked her lips.
“That’s pretty normal whenever I’m turned on.” His voice sounded deeper than usual, rough.
She was having a hard time following the conversation. All she wanted to do was gape at his cock again to see if it had grown some more.
“What part turned you on, the fighting or the shoving your muzzle into my crotch?” She watched his eyes glow in the darkness. Knowing that he still had the animal right under the skin made her very perverted mind more excited. How she would be able to deny her arousal with the super slick pussy and drenched panties, she had no idea.
He sniffed and growled, dropping his body flush over hers. She gasped. Her hormones went into a frenzy at the feel of his hard muscled flesh. Sure there were rocks poking at her back and only God knew what insects crawling under them, but for the life of her, she couldn’t find it in her to care about any of that. The heat emanating from his warm body intoxicated her senses.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning. He moved and rubbed the inside of her thighs with his erection. She kept her eyes trained on his. One sharp inhale and she had no idea what happened next, nor did she care. All she knew was that his very sexy lips were on hers, kissing her. A deep soul-reaching branding that made her toes curl in her trainers. The kiss was so hot and passionate she’d swear it was melting the spandex off her body.
Reaching up, she twined her fingers into his soft hair. She gave up pretending that she didn’t want him. Who cared at this point? He was kissing her so damn well she only knew one thing—she wanted more.
Arousal thickened in her blood, growing by leaps and bounds with each swipe of his tongue over hers. She whimpered at his bold strokes. He delved into her, fanning the flames with his drugging moves and making her panties soaked with the small rocking of his hips between her legs. Her clit was thrumming with the need to come. If he continued with his rocking into her, she would any second. She raked her nails down his arms and his back, until she was digging her nails into his ass and hauling him into her.
He growled. The rumble traveled through their kiss and down her body, shooting sparks of lust down to her core.
She caressed up and down his back, gripping and squeezing his muscles. Liquid fire spread through her veins, heightening her need for him. She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. As if reading her mind, he moved to kiss and suck her jaw, nibbling down her throat to her shoulder. She moaned. He rocked his hips again and holy god of men with large penises she’d swear stars burst behind her lids.
“God damn, you’re good at that.” She heard her own breat
hless voice say the words filled with surprise.
He grinned. “How good?” His breath was right above the wide neckline of her tank top.
She blinked and glanced down. He was watching her while tracing the top of her breasts with a fingernail that should be on his wolf half. Why in the hell did the song How Low Can You Go pop into her head? Stupid random music.
“Good enough to almost make me forget there are all kinds of creepy crawlies in the grass under me. Around me. Likely climbing on my legs.” She shuddered. Not at the possibility of bugs, but at the wicked smile he had on his sexy lips. She may have to do some community service to be forgiven for all the really dirty things she imagined that sexy mouth doing to her.
She watched him grip the neckline of her black tank top and tear through the material right down the middle, taking her bra along the way, with his razor-sharp claws. His nostrils flared and he licked his lips.
“I bet I can make you forget all of it,” he whispered.
Forget what?
She struggled to keep from passing out from excitement. There was clear promise of an orgasm in his eyes, and she wasn’t passing it up. Fascinated, she held her breath. He pulled back the torn pieces, as if unwrapping a present. She was a big girl, no doubt about that. Hell, she’d always been a bit self-conscious of her plus size, which was why she tended to be a bit rough around the edges with most men. But right at that moment, with Aric’s gorgeous grey eyes trained on her like she was the sexiest woman on earth, she couldn’t feel insecure.
“Beautiful.” He groaned and rubbed his nose on her chest. Her nipples tightened at the first puff of warm air from his mouth before being suctioned between his lips.
She whimpered and lifted her back off the ground to shove her breast further into his mouth. He sucked her hard. Each suck sent a direct jolt down to her clit and made her pussy grasp at nothing. Her eyes shut on their own accord. Turbulent emotions spread through her.
Need. Lust. Hunger.
All those times where she’d been fantasizing about Aric’s sexy mouth had nothing on reality. The twirls of his tongue on her felt like slides of satin. It was hot. It was wet. It was going to make her come.
“Oh, dear God.” She gripped the soft strands of his hair in her fists.
Suck, lick, nibble, and repeat.
That quick mounting pleasure made her frantic. Her yoga pants were yanked from under her, but she couldn’t find the focus to care. Instead, she spread her legs wide in welcome. She snapped her eyes open and went from seeing the full moon to glancing down at him rubbing his face on her inner thigh.
“Mine.”
She’d ignore the whole caveman wolf man thing he had going right now. She knew he was much more animal than man from the looks of his tight features. There was also the fact that he was breathing on her pussy, and just the puffs of his hot breath were pushing her to pleasure’s edge.
She wiggled and lifted her ass off the grass, hoping he got the hint. He pushed her legs wider apart to fit his bulky muscled shoulders. Anticipation simmered in her chest. Her lips were dry from all the panting.
“Aric––” His name turned into a strangled moan the moment his cool tongue flicked a tight circle around her clit. Passion blazed through her blood stream in a quick burst of speed straight to her pussy. He went all in, licking her pussy and sucking her clit with the speed equivalent to one of her personal toys. Then he growled. The sound coupled with the vibration sent a wave of desire rippling through her body. Within seconds, she was hurtled into her orgasm. She gripped his hair, digging her nails into his scalp while pleasure spread through her.
Before she had a moment to catch her breath, he had her on her stomach. On her hands and knees, she was still panting and trying to figure out how in the world he’d made her come in under two minutes. Not even her most expensive vibrator had that kind of record. The soft caress of his calloused rough hands down her back made her glance over her shoulder. His eyes were glowing. Hair had sprouted from his sides and he was biting his lip.
“Aric?”
“I want you so bad, Jordan.” It was hard to make out the words through the rough deep tone. She could tell how hard it was for him to hang on to his human side.
She met his gaze, held it for a moment and spoke with clear soft words. “So take me.”
Her breath caught at the possession in his eyes. “I wasn’t asking for permission. You’re already mine.”
Well, damn. He moved behind her, caging her. Arousal bloomed with each lick he did down her spine. She shivered. The feel of his tongue on her skin was sensational, like a soft brush sweeping down her back. She fisted her hands in the grass, uncaring what she grabbed to brace herself. His tongue continued its downward journey until he licked a slow trail between her cheeks, went around her hole, and stopped at her pussy.
“Shit!” He growled.
She glanced over her shoulder at his tight features. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have protection.”
“I...I’ve never been with anyone without a condom,” she admitted. “But I want you too and I’m on the pill. I know you don’t carry diseases.”
He caressed her ass, squeezing at her cheeks hard. “Are you sure?”
God, yes. A soft whimper escaped her throat. “I’m sure.”
She hung her head and waited. And oh God was it worth it. Her breath caught in her throat as he slipped the head of his cock into her sleek channel.
“Oh my...”
He was thick, but he didn’t stop. In one slow glide, he was stretching her pussy and filling her so tight she felt her lungs fighting for air. His chest plastered to her back. His hot breath tickled her shoulder. One quick pull and an even faster thrust, and fire rushed her insides. He did it again and again, driving her mindless with each slap of skin on skin. In no time she was at the edge of the pleasure cliff, willing and ready to take the leap for him. Her body tightened until she was ready to burst out of her skin.
“Aric...please—”
“Yes, Jordan. Mine.”
The rumble was almost unintelligible, but she couldn’t stop herself from enjoying hearing him say she was his, even if only for that one moment.
“Say it!” He snarled.
Her pussy constricted around his driving cock. Maybe she was delusional to even consider voicing that. It didn’t matter. Thinking how badly she wanted him pushed the words out. “Yes, Aric. I’m yours.”
She’d swear that was the moment he lost control. He fucked her with the precision of a jackhammer. Hard. Deep. Rough. She begged him to continue. She didn’t know what was happening, but her body had never been this ready to explode from the inside. She had tuned everything out but her need for him.
He snarled. His cock felt like hot steel inside, branding her. She whimpered, and then she flew. And just when she thought it couldn’t possibly get any more intense, he bit her. The feel of his teeth, sinking into her shoulder, the pain and the pleasure he was giving her at the same time turned out to be too much.
The tension inside her shattered into a million pieces. Everything went into hyper mode. She’d never done drugs, but she’d swear this was how it felt to be high. Colors burst behind her lids. Pleasure took center stage and she might have screamed, or moaned, or both. Hell, at that point, she might have called him God. She was too involved in the feelings of joy filling her and spreading through her body to notice any of that. What she did know was that he roared. Really loud.
“Mine!”
His cock thickened inside her, until she’d swear he was going to split her in half with the harsh thrusts. Mini orgasms rocked her core. Her pussy sucked him deep, and he came in quick jerky thrusts. His snarls were sexy as hell as he bathed her insides with his warm semen.
He flipped them, and she was over him while he lay on the ground. Their sweaty bodies were glued together with perspiration. Fire, passion, and need filled his gaze, along with that possession she had come to like seeing there.
She brought her lips down to his, meshing them together in one wet wild tangle of tongues. Later she’d think about what happened; right now she wanted to feel.
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Chapter Three
“Aric? Are you listening, son?” His mother watched him with intense curiosity from her spot at the kitchen island. She’d just placed a platter of sandwiches on the center of the table while she was prepping the afternoon meal. There were multiple large cuts of steak out for grilling along with various ears of corn and foil wrapped potatoes.
“Not really.” Why lie? She’d know the truth anyway. It was one of the parts about being his kind he could do without. He watched his brother, Mason, stare at his beer deep in thought. Hell, now that he wasn’t so self-involved in his own memories of the previous night, he noticed his other brothers were all very quiet. Each of them was avidly staring holes into the kitchen table or their drink.
“I said that I invited all those young women for you boys to get to know better.” She tsked.
One thing Barbara Wolfe didn’t like was to be ignored. His mother was not going to stop trying to match make until all her children were mated and had little cubs in the oven.
“While I don’t care for the Alpha of the central pack, I allowed him to send his daughters here in the effort to see if you boys would find any of them mate material,” his father stated. He walked up to the island and kissed Aric’s mother.
They were used to his parents’ displays of affection. One of the few couples who had fallen in love with each other and became mates at the same time, it was all of their wishes to emulate them. Aric truly thought he had found that with Jordan.
She was sassy and beautiful. He smiled, remembering the times she’d answered any of his sarcastic remarks with something meant to reduce a lesser man to shreds. He found her attitude sexy as hell and incredibly fun. Last night he’d marked her. That’s what males gave their mates during a scenting ceremony. A mark. He’d bitten her. Not deep enough to create the larger scar of a mate mark, but he’d marked her as his. The bite had put his scent on her. It let others know she belonged to him. He’d been happy he’d finally gotten her alone, and for once, he was able to do what he’d been dying to for years.
