by Renee Rose
“Getting you away from my brother. He’s somewhat of an asshole.”
She glanced over her shoulder toward the open doorway, which practically glowed from the bright sunshine. We stood in the darkened interior, the air cooler here. I’d spent the morning tossing hay bales into the loft with the other pack members, who’d made themselves scarce now. Wolf Ranch was huge, over ten thousand acres. Plenty for a pack of shifters to roam without veering onto someone else’s land. The pack totaled about forty members. Ten lived on the ranch. All males. All unmated. Other mated wolves lived nearby in the hills, preferring an even more remote location or their own space because they had a family. Pups.
It was only a matter of time before all of us would succumb to the urge to mate, where the need overrode anything else. I’d felt hints of mine, the need to find The One growing stronger. It was when that urge wasn’t obeyed—when someone held out for The One but didn’t find her and didn’t take another instead—that there was trouble with moon madness. Lucky for me, I met Audrey, and I knew she was it. My mate. My wolf knew, all but pushed me to claim her here and now.
But she wasn’t a shifter. She was human. She didn’t know we even existed let alone want to mate with a wolf.
I was totally fucked. The way she was looking up at me, expectant and filled with a degree of annoyance, was hot as hell. Everything she did turned me on. I couldn’t miss the way her tits rose and fell as she breathed. The pulse point in her neck throbbed with her life blood at the spot I wanted to sink my teeth into as I fucked her hard. Made her mine.
Fuck!
“I didn’t tell him about the accident in the arena,” I explained. “I didn’t want him to worry—you know?” More like, I didn’t want him to know how I’d fucked things up by getting myself taken to a hospital. Having my healing witnessed by Audrey. I’d recovered completely by the time I’d driven to the ranch, grabbed a shower and threw out my bloodied clothes.
I aimed my most charming smile at her. “He already thinks I’m wasting my life in the rodeo.”
I give her a wink, stepping into her personal space.
She responded to my nearness, some of her disapproval dropping away and sympathy creeping in. “Yes, I did pick up on some of that.”
I knew she was a smart one.
I give her a lazy shrug. “I’m the black sheep of the family.”
I was the third Wolf son. Rob was the alpha and Colton was the beta. He was two years older than me and had enlisted fresh out of high school. He was off saving the fucking world as a Green Beret, but he knew his place, knew he’d have to return to the ranch eventually, especially after the urge to mate hit. Rob and Colton were the heir and the spare. I was the third wheel. I would never hold rank in the pack. I’d known that forever. And when our parents had been killed… I’d hidden the pain with a who-gave-a-fuck attitude. The second I graduated, I’d also left the ranch, made my own way. Became the champ on the back of a bull.
My last name might be over the archway at the entrance to the ranch, but I wasn’t needed here. I was just the fuck up. I’d proven that again coming back. Audrey wasn’t here to get in my pants. She’d made that clear as fucking day. She was here because she was smart. A doctor. She questioned. She wanted to know the truth.
I couldn’t tell her the truth. It would destroy the pack. While I didn’t feel like I belonged, I’d do nothing to hurt the Wolf pack. Nothing. So while I needed to push Audrey away, to get her back in her little car and on the road back to Cooper Valley, she wasn’t going to go without answers.
Answers I couldn’t give.
There was only one way I could think of to keep from telling her the truth.
Distraction.
It was time to lay on the Wolf charm because one way to make a woman forget that she’d encountered a quick-healing wolf was to make her forget her own name.
I might be a fuck up in some things, but I certainly knew how to do that particular trick. My wolf? He thought that was a mighty fine idea.
I grinned and her blue eyes widened. “Besides, I wanted you all to myself. What brings you here? Couldn’t resist Boyd Wolf, darlin’?”
She frowned. “I came to see to your injuries, just like I said.”
I tucked my forearm against my side, like I was covering the wound. “Nah, I told you, I’m fine.” I inched closer. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” I was using my best bedroom voice. “I’m not the kinda guy who submits for examinations. In fact—” I let my hands settle lightly on her waist. “I prefer to be the one in charge.” I dropped my head, bringing our foreheads close. “Doing the examining, I mean.”
Her mouth fell open. She quickly shut it, licked her lips. The way her little pink tongue flicked out… fuck. This was supposed to get her distracted, not make my balls tighten and turn blue.
She lifted her hand as if to touch the spot where the horn had pierced but stopped just in time. I took hold of her fingers, pulled them to my chest. She gasped.
I growled, and she whipped her head up to mine at the sound.
“I… um.” She tried to tug her hand free, but I wasn’t letting go.
When she stopped trying to pull away, I loosened my hold but moved her hand over my chest so her fingertips could graze the line of my pectoral muscle. Goosebumps rose, my cock swelled. My wolf howled.
She was watching her fingers, and I couldn’t miss, even in the dim light since I had excellent vision, that her pupils were dilated. That thrum at her neck… it had picked up.
I inhaled deeply, breathing in that peach scent. And more. “You’re sweet everywhere, aren’t you, darlin’?”
Yeah, her pussy was going to be so fucking sweet. Sticky sweet because she was wet. I didn’t have to slip my hand into her panties to know for sure. This close, with only the earthy scents of the barn as a distraction, I couldn’t miss her arousal.
“I… I came to—”
“You haven’t come yet, Audrey,” I murmured, cutting her off. Keeping her hand, I walked forward a step, forcing her to retreat. I turned, so we were facing the opposite direction, then walked her so her back was pressed against the side of the barn. “But you will.”
“Um.”
That was all she said before I lowered my head and kissed her. A gentle brushing, soft, as if to learn the feel of those soft pillows of flesh. I kissed one corner, her mouth open as she began to pant, then the other. I ran my hand down over her hair, silky soft, then gripped the thick strands at the nape of her neck and tugged. Not too hard, but she gasped, and her eyes opened wide. But blurry.
I didn’t say anything, just kissed her again. This time, she knew I was in control. My tongue swept across her lip, then delved deep, finding hers. Her free hand went to my biceps, held on.
She tasted sweet, perfect. Leaning forward, I pressed into her. Her soft tits plumped against my chest, and my dick nestled against her belly. My back bent to reach her, our height difference so great.
I growled, grabbed her hips and lifted her up, then pressed her back into the wall again now that our mouths were lined up. Her dangling legs came up and around, behind me, not long enough to hook her feet together, so her heels hooked against my lower back. Her pussy, fuck… her pussy was pressed right against my length now, and I felt her heat through both of our jeans. My hips jerked into her, and she moaned.
I took advantage and nibbled along her jaw, down the line of her neck. She angled her chin up, offering me access. Her sharp little nails dug into my shoulders. Fuck, she was a little wildcat.
I lifted my head enough to take her in. Wet, swollen lips, flushed cheeks, hazy gaze, ragged breath. Her hair was mussed from my hand, and her glasses were crooked. Fuck, yes.
Except, for the first time in my life, I experienced a stab of guilt at seducing her so quickly. My wolf was down—oh boy, was he down, but there was something behind it all.
Maybe because I knew this was so much more than the figurative and literal roll in the hay. This female was my mate—even th
ough it made no logical sense. I hadn’t dared even think that one word… mate. I’d said from the first time I saw her that she was mine, but mate? That word was powerful.
Too fucking powerful because she was human and didn’t belong here or in the pack. Yet I couldn’t deny the rightness of kissing her. Of touching her. Having her press against me, hearing the sweet sounds of her pleasure that me and my wolf brought out. In the past, I’d felt cocky knowing I could get a woman all hot and bothered. With Audrey, it was different. Hot as fucking hell, but reverent somehow. As if the sounds she made were precious, were just for me.
And instead of asking her on a date and taking my time to get to know her, I had her pushed against the barn wall, drunk on pheromones. I was everything I didn’t want to be. This wasn’t happy-go-lucky wham bam thank you, ma’am. This was so much more.
I hated myself in this moment because while it was special, I had no other choice. I couldn’t very well lift my shirt and show her there wasn’t even a mark where that bull’s horn went through my side. I had to be the asshole who seduced her for a reason, and it wasn’t only because she was mine and I wanted to hear every desperate sound she made, to feel the prick of her nails, the catch to her breath. No, it was because I had to make her forget all about the fact that I was a fucking shifter and she was human and we’d never be right, no matter how much my wolf said so.
Because of all that bullshit and not because I needed to with every cell in my body, I went back to kissing the hell out of her. Making her forget all about that unfortunate incident. I could get her off and get her back in her car in under a minute.
I lifted my head. She was my mate. I couldn’t be a dick. She might not be able to be mine and I might not be able to claim her, but I could show her what it could be like between us. I wouldn’t fake anything. Hell, I’d give it my all, so she’d come like never before. If this was it, then I wanted it to be as special as I could make it, so I could remember. Could make it the top of my spank bank file for the rest of my life. This was perfection, and I had to savor every second.
My tongue swept between her lips, danced against hers. My palms slid down to cup her ass. I squeezed and kneaded those perfect globes as I took my fill of her mouth.
I had to scratch that. I probably would never get my fill. Because tasting her was like an arrival.
The achievement I’d been searching for without knowing it all these years. My wolf nudged me, snarled, agreeing with me not to be a dick and do this right. I couldn’t take from her for a reason.
I had to give.
6
BOYD
“You feel so fucking good, Doc,” I murmured against her ear when I finally broke the kiss. “You feel feverish.” I nipped her earlobe. “Hot all over. What other symptoms you got? Dampness between your legs?” I ground my hardened dick against the apex of her thighs once again.
“Jesus, Boyd.” Her head fell back against the wooden boards. She sounded breathless.
I wanted to roll on a condom and sink into that delicious heat, but I wasn’t going to. For one thing, I was supposed to be injured. For another, this wasn’t for my pleasure—it was for hers.
I eased her away from the wall, so her feet came down, then worked the button on her jeans. “I’m going to need to give you a thorough examination, Doctor.” I inched her zipper lower at the same time I nibbled along the side of her neck.
“Oh...um… wow.” Fuck, I loved that breathy quality of her voice. “I’m supposed to be checking on you.”
I grinned, then nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. The spot where I wanted to bite and mark her as mine. No. No!
“You take care of everyone. It’s time someone takes care of you.”
She was still thinking too much, so I slid my hand inside her opened jeans, then over the lacy edge of her panties. Silk and lace. Fuck, I wanted to see them, but kept on my task, which was far from a hardship. Sure, I wanted her to forget about my injury, but I wanted to see her come. Wanted to see her face as she found her peak on my fingers. Heard the sounds of her release. I needed it more than I wanted to come. Yes, she was my mate. No fucking question if I didn’t give a shit if my balls turned blue and fell off as long as my girl got off.
I brushed my fingers lightly over her folds with no barrier but the thin fabric of her panties. She was hot and the silk wet.
Her pussy clenched, breath stuttered. Her scent was stronger now, her body temperature rising, sweat blooming on her skin, her pussy all but coating her panties in her sweet-scented juices.
I made a circle over her clit. “I’d like to pay you back, Doctor.” I swallowed her gasp with a kiss, not able to resist her mouth. I could finger fuck her, find that little g-spot and rub it and stroke that clit until she screamed and creamed. But no. She’d get more from me, and I’d remember everything about this moment.
I could hear birds chirping outside the barn, the rustle of the wind. No one was around. I’d hear them coming a long way off. Audrey was mine. Every pant. Every moan. Every clench of her pussy.
“For the care you gave me when I was hurt,” I added. I tucked one finger under the gusset of her panties and dragged it through her juices. I groaned. My wolf growled. That nectar was all for me. She was ready for my cock, to be marked, mated. Made mine.
“Th-that’s not really necessary.” Her hips bucked as I slowly circled her entrance, dipped inside. Her pussy muscles clenched the tip of my finger. She was tight. Hot. Wet. She’d probably strangle my dick if I got in her.
“Want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No. Oh, don’t stop.”
I grinned, licked her sweaty skin.
“Maybe I should,” I replied, stilling my finger.
“Boyd,” she practically begged.
“Are you a good girl, Audrey?”
She opened her eyes, blinked up at me slowly as if she was trying to clear her head. “Always.”
Yeah, I believed that.
“I think there’s a bad girl in you. I think when you get going, you’re very naughty.”
“I—”
“You’re in the barn with me, my finger inside you.” With that, I slid that one digit in slowly, but nice and deep. She moaned, gripped my arms, clenched down hard.
“Good girls don’t get fingerfucked up against a wall,” I said against her ear. My wolf could hear the way her heartbeat accelerated, and I couldn’t miss the way her pussy gushed all over my hand. Yeah, Audrey liked to get dirty.
“Good girls don’t get their pussies licked.” I kissed down her neck, across her collarbone. I bit the fabric of her shirt over her nipple. Then I dropped to my knees and tugged her pants and panties down to her thighs.
She mewled, her feet shifting with the sudden change. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. Sweet. Beautiful. The scent of her nectar sent my blood zinging, and this close, it made my mouth water. I leaned in and kissed it softly once, then licked into her folds.
My hat was in the way, so I took it off, set it on the ground beside me.
And then I couldn’t hold back. I wrestled her pants lower, so I could pry her thighs wide. I lifted one and delved my tongue everywhere—between her folds, around her clit, inside her swollen entrance. She was as fucking sweet as I thought. As it coated my lips, my chin… I knew I’d know this scent anywhere. I was marked. Everyone on the ranch would know exactly where I’d been, and that made my wolf puff up with pride and made me one possessive fucker.
“Oh!” Her slender fingers wove into my hair at first—I thought—to steady herself, then urging me on, pulling my face into her juicy flesh. I licked and teased, even let my teeth graze her sensitive nubbin of pleasure. That made her tug, made it hurt so good.
Her thigh pressed against my ear, trembling. Her stomach shuddered on her breaths, and the sounds she made—fuck! My dick was harder than stone listening to those little frantic breaths and cries. Pre-cum spurted from the throbbing tip and stained my boxers and jeans. It would definitely leave a ma
rk.
I screwed one finger into her and pumped it while I sucked her clit. Her standing leg buckled, but I wouldn’t let her fall. I held her up, pinned between my mouth and the barn wall.
“Boyd. Ohmygod—Boyd.”
I fucking loved the sound of my name on her lips, especially with that desperate tremor to her voice, her taste on my tongue, her inner walls rippling around my thick finger.
I worked a second into her tight channel and curled both of them to stroke her inner wall, seeking her g-spot. The moment I found it, she gave a strangled cry. The tissue raised and stiffened under my fingers. I couldn’t help but grin against that perfect center of sweet flesh knowing she was so responsive for me. That I was right. She was a bad, bad girl.
She seemed almost surprised by the pleasure I could pull from her, and that meant one thing. She’d never been like this for anyone else. She was bad. And mine.
I went for a slow build, first caressing her g-spot, then rubbing it as I finger-fucked her until she came. Hard.
She tore at my hair. “Boyd! Holy—ohmygod.” Her voice rose in pitch. “Oh my God!”
She came, her hips snapping, her channel putting the squeeze on my fingers as she moaned and gasped out her release. I couldn’t cover her mouth or stifle her sounds, not that I wanted to miss one bit of it. It was all for me. My sweet reward. I slowed my thrusts, then stroked her inner wall, until she sagged back, limp.
Slipping my fingers from her, I licked them as I looked up at her. Her glasses were crooked, her hair was snagged in spots on the rough wood of the wall. “You’re gorgeous when you’re a good girl, but when you’re bad—fuck, Doc.”
7
AUDREY
I heard Boyd’s words but was slow to process. I opened my eyes, looked down at him, still on his knees before me, licking his finger. The finger that had just been inside me and given me the best orgasm of my life. Oh. My. God.
