The pain stopped. Everything looked too sharp, too close. She took a step, stumbled, and stared at the four splayed limbs supporting her.
A solid weight pressed into her side and she leaned into it, managing to stay upright. She smelled strength and turned to the huge brown wolf beside her. He ran his long snout over hers, huffed, then pawed the ground.
Helen’s wolf took a step and tripped. Remembering, she gave up the foolish, conscious thought that was crowding her head and let her legs find their rhythm. If she’d been capable of laughter, she would have howled with delight as she began pacing in a wide arc.
For what felt like hours, she stayed with the male. Walking. Running. Rubbing her back against the prairie grass until the pleasure made her quiver. The first time he bluff-charged her, she froze. After that, she charged him, spun out and raced off in another direction. They drank from a stream, rested, then resumed playing until, finally, she found herself back in the clearing. Her wolf braced itself and began to pant. Pain sparked in its joints, then receded as its body returned to the form it had been born in.
When it was done, Helen trembled and took the hand Wally offered. She stood so close her breasts brushed his belly. The night was cold all of a sudden and he radiated heat.
“Why…” she started to say around a killer case of cotton mouth, swallowed and tried again. “Why do I want to rub against you, all over?”
His slow, sensual smile lit up his dark eyes. “Because you want to mark me. Put your scent on my skin and take mine on yours.”
“Oh.” Her voice sounded small and unsure.
“Like this,” he whispered, lowered his head and smoothed his cheek against hers. When his lips touched her throat, she shivered. She inhaled sharply, taking in his scent. It came so naturally now and her mind quickly processed the complex, welcome, sensory input.
Without asking, he feathered his mouth across hers. For someone so big, he touched her with a gentleness that blew her away. His tongue slipped between her lips, filled her slowly then retreated, leaving a warm cinnamon-buzz taste behind. When her knee buckled, she grabbed onto his shoulders. His arms came around her and pulled her into the hard planes of his body. Her breasts were crushed between them until he broke the kiss, leaned down and lifted her nipple to his mouth.
Helen trembled when his tongue circled her breast.
She didn’t complain when he lowered her onto their discarded clothing. His kisses on her belly stung sweetly and she lifted her knee so he could kiss a path down the inside of her thigh. She watched the stars move and shook with anticipation as he lowered his mouth to her pussy.
He licked her folds as if he was savoring her taste, held her hips while his tongue speared her, watched her with fire in his eyes as he lashed her clit.
Straightening, he lay on her without crushing her, nudged her knees apart with his own, kissed the silvery, dimpled bite mark at the base of her neck and pushed his cock head against her opening.
“Condom?” she whispered anxiously.
“Weres don’t need them. But if you like…” He reached for his jeans.
“Why?” she asked and ran her fingers over his short, soft hair. “Don’t you need them?”
“We don’t harbor human diseases. And you’re not in heat. Ovulating,” he clarified when she felt her brow furrow. “Yeah, we can smell that too.” He kissed her tenderly then with anxious hunger until she reached between them and guided his cock back to her pussy. Wow. Bigger was better.
She gasped at the fullness and pressure as he stretched her. Her breasts felt swollen and bruised by his chest. He filled her slowly, paused when she whimpered, held her head when he pushed deeper inside.
The rhythm he set made fire trace over her. Leaning back, he dragged the head of his cock over the front of her sheath. Rising over her, he pumped into her with long, even strokes. His lips parted, exposing the edge of his teeth and he stared down at her with a wonder and animal pleasure that matched hers.
When she finally couldn’t take any more, when she was sweating, panting, clawing his ass, he drove into her hard, ground his pubis against her clit. The first, exquisite pulse of an orgasm squeezed her belly. Her release spread, hot and delicious, to her pussy and throbbed around him.
Wally moaned. He filled her fast and deep, then cried out in the same rhythm as the cock flexing inside her.
When it was finished, he eased out of her, rolled onto his back and tucked her close to his side.
“I’m going to Pinebridge day after tomorrow,” he said. “It’s about a six-hour drive from here. Their sheriff was murdered and they put a call out for temporary help. I’ll be gone two weeks. Longer if we don’t catch the killer right away.” He nuzzled the top of her head. For the first time, Wally gave in to the temptation to comb his fingers through Helen’s hair. The soft, blonde curls straightened then bounced back following the passage of his hand. He traced the curve of her breast then held it in his palm, amazed by her warmth and the satin texture of her skin. “I wouldn’t have volunteered if I’d known how much I care about you.”
“Will you be safe?”
“I’ll be careful.” Wally brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. “While I’m gone…” He leaned back and looked into her eyes. They were beautiful, like the rest of her, and a brown so soft and honest his breath caught. He wasn’t a romantic fool but dammit if this woman didn’t bring out a tenderness in him he’d barely known existed. “More male weres are born than females. Until last century, everything evened out in the end. Males fight a lot more than females and there were casualties. Nowadays, we’re more civilized.”
His grin made her smile.
“But the truth is, while I’m gone, every single male in the pack will make a play for you.”
“I’m not sure I’d like that.”
“Why? Most females get off on the extreme attention before they settle on a mate.”
“Yes but they’ll be chasing my tail—no pun intended—because I’m a girl.”
“Female.”
“Huh?”
“We call our women females. Semantics but it’s tradition.”
“Hmm. Noted. Point is, they won’t care about me as a person and it sounds like they couldn’t be bothered to get to know me. They’ll only like me because I’ve got breasts.”
“Great breasts,” Wally qualified, and nuzzled them with singular focus. When he finally lifted his head from her, he felt himself grinning ear to ear.
“I’ll hang out with Fina and perfect walking on four legs. And you’d better email me every day.” She ran her palm over his chest.
The feel of her hands on him made him ache and sigh with pleasure.
Helen continued, “And remember, you’ve got a female waiting for you.”
Grinning, Wally hugged her tight then levered his big body over hers. “Yeah. I’d like that.”
About Gwen Campbell
Gwen Campbell lives in Canada and got her start in the magazine industry, writing everything from news stories to obituaries. A life-long believer in romance, she’s combined her two passions and now focuses on romantic fiction. Gwen is married and she and her husband contribute the success of their relationship to making a point of saying “I love you” at least once a day, sometimes saying “yes, dear” just because, and making sure the toilet paper always come over the top of the roll.
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