“And we should demand that lunewulfs share all their secrets? You are known for your speed. And since we’ve arrived here, your pack has done little to make our pack welcome, unlike the American werewolves. One might think that your pack has something to hide.”
“We’re just like you,” she countered, now defending who she was. She fisted her hand, punching him in the chest, although she doubted that would break the stubborn streak that she now saw ran deep inside him. “Listen here, wolf man. You aren’t the only breed who’s entered this country and been shit on. Lunewulfs have fought tooth and claw ever since we came down here just to gain respect. It’s not easy, but we don’t give up.”
“We have no intention of giving up either. Finally we’re united as a pack. That terrifies many, but they will learn to respect us or get out of the way.”
“So you’re bullies.”
“We are fighters.”
Heidi chewed her lip. Nicolo needed to see—and to convince his pack leader—that approaching her pack as they obviously had the Americans would be to his benefit. Because beyond a shadow of a doubt, Bob wouldn’t belly up and kiss any Malta werewolf’s ass.
“So are lunewulfs. And we already have the respect of many. But we got it by making it clear to all around us who we were and what we would and wouldn’t tolerate.”
She braced herself, straightening in the seat quickly when Nicolo pulled the truck off the road. Outside it was dark and quiet, white snow contrasting to the blackness of the sky. He shoved the truck into park and then turned, grabbing her arms so that he almost dragged her to face him, eye to eye. His scent bordered on something dangerous. She tensed, instinct preparing her to fight if needed. Not that she stood a chance in such close quarters against a male werewolf almost twice her size.
“Before I return you to your den, we will understand something about each other.” His quiet baritone gave her chills, which was silly. In spite of the intense way he stared at her and his large body crowding her in the cab of the truck, his scent affected her the most. She wanted this, needed to hear what was in his heart. “You and I are not at war. But if you are chewing on something when it comes to Malta werewolves, I’ll hear it now.”
“Are you always this bullheaded?” She held on to that scent that she inhaled from him, determination and desire. Nicolo wouldn’t hurt her. “I just told you what Malta werewolves need to do.”
“Little bitch,” he growled, his dark features adding to his deadly appearance. “Malta werewolves are making it clear right now what we will and won’t tolerate. We don’t seek out others, nor have we ever. Those who wish an alliance with us come to us.”
“I heard one of your kind went to the American pack leader. He offered the mountain your pack is on now. So you did approach them. Why can’t you do the same to our pack leader?” She filled her lungs with him, daring to lean closer and run her hand up his chest. Heat from him burned her palm, even through his clothes. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “It will help you and me. Please tell me that you want that.”
She wasn’t sure if he grumbled out of irritation or consent. He dragged her over his large body.
“You and I will see each other again. I’ve promised you that already.”
Heidi collapsed on top of him, his damned stubbornness bringing out something raw and untamed inside her.
“I don’t want a werewolf who sneaks into my den and fucks me when the mood hits him. And if I did, I could find that in my own pack without risking my hide.”
“You will not find someone in your own pack,” he snarled, curling his lip. White, extended teeth flashed against his dark skin.
“Then show me that you want me, wolf man,” she whispered while fighting the sudden urge to let her claws grow, to tear at his clothes while she demanded he fuck her. “Prove you are more than just a good fuck. You said you’d fight for me—then do it. You know as well as anyone what ranking a single bitch has in a pack. But you’re a single male, and the littermate to the pack leader. Your growl—your fighting—will gain attention and other werewolves will pay heed.”
Chapter Eight
Nicolo fought the energy that flowed inside his veins. Heidi challenged him, brought out the beast inside him, more so than any bitch had before. She wouldn’t be able to handle the strength that he ached to exert—the raw, primal desire that she drew out of him.
“Don’t make demands unless you’re ready for the repercussions,” he warned her.
Her breath singed the flesh on his chin. She stared up at him with blue eyes so filled with emotion they darkened. Silver laced the blue, giving clue as to how strongly emotions rushed through her. Not that he couldn’t smell them—desire, intrigue, curiosity and the slightest rush of fear. Her heart pounded furiously while her breasts pressed against his chest. But when she put her arms around his neck, swallowing her hesitation, his blood boiled. A bitch who would stand up and speak her mind, but at the same time fight to win his approval, would be the catch of a lifetime. He’d battle her entire pack to lay his kill at her feet for all to see.
“I’ll take you on anytime, wolf man,” she whispered, her tone turning sultry. “But if you’re going to see me, I won’t have you sneaking around. And in order not to sneak, you need to talk to my pack leader.”
He held her chin and tilted her head, gripping her so she’d have to fight him to move, and devoured her mouth. Heidi let out a cry and opened to him while her nails dug through his shirt and pressed into his shoulders. She dragged her fingers down his arms, moving slightly in the confines of the truck so that she edged closer. He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her from trying to climb onto him while he controlled the kiss.
He could tell her she would submit to him, allow him to handle how things would happen, and she’d argue with him. But showing her, letting her see who controlled matters, would get better results.
His clothes and jacket suddenly were too tight and the air in the cab clogged with their mounting lust. Worse yet, the metal of the truck seemed to close in around them. Even when Heidi discovered she couldn’t move and relaxed against him, there wasn’t enough room to run his hands down her body.
His muscles hurt from the change warring in his system. Already the darkness around them had turned into shades of gray. His vision had altered. And his teeth pressed against his lips. He nipped at her lip and instantly tasted blood.
Heidi yelped and then struggled in his arms. She scraped her nails up his shoulders and then grabbed his neck, skin against skin. When he wouldn’t release her, the sigh that escaped her almost undid him.
Nicolo broke off the kiss and then gently ran his tongue over her lip where he’d nipped at her. “I will see to it that you and I see each other. No one will prevent that. But I need your trust, your acceptance that I can handle matters. Do I have that?”
Her lashes fluttered over her eyes. And when she opened them, they were almost completely silver. He loved how her short blonde hair almost stood on end, as if she had gelled it and tried for some New Wave spiked hairdo. The change battled inside her too, and when her lips parted, her teeth were sharp and pointed, almost poking her lower lip.
“I’m scared, Nicolo,” she whispered, her voice husky and rough from the slight physical change in her mouth. “This seems so perfect, yet how can it be?”
The truth almost fell out of his mouth, but he hesitated. His heart swelled so much in his chest that it hurt, and finally he accepted that all he could do was explain what he already knew in his soul to be the truth.
“It feels perfect because we were meant to be together.”
She didn’t blink. He swore she didn’t breathe. Heidi stared at him, her silver eyes almost almond-shaped while her creamy white skin looked flushed even in the hazy darkness surrounding them. Nicolo held his breath, waiting out the silence until his heart threatened to explode. When he finally inhaled, he filled his lungs with the sweetest, most wonderful scent he’d ever experienced.
“I think you
might be right,” she whispered.
The lone highway leading from his mountain to hers would remain quiet through the night. Very few cars would travel this way. Nonetheless, he knew the idea that occurred to him might be risky. He sat parked on the side of the road with her car hitched to his truck. If anyone were to drive by and see him parked, they would definitely stop. And he’d bet money they wouldn’t be human.
“Change with me.” He voiced his idea before any doubt could outweigh what he knew had to happen. “I want you in your fur.”
“Nicolo.” She said his name on an exhale.
“Would you give me that commitment?” Taking her in her fur, by tradition, would mate them. He wouldn’t ask her for that—not yet. But he would demand knowledge that she viewed herself as his bitch.
Many may think him a bit of a traditionalist, and he had no problem with that. The ways of their kind, of all werewolves no matter their breed, existed because they worked. Werewolves didn’t marry—there was no need to create a piece of paper between them. But fucking each other while in their purest form, with their most basic emotions guiding them, would create a union that would bring them closer, tie them together in a way that no pack could undo.
“I won’t follow you blindly. If you’re wrong about something, you’ll hear about it. And when I know I’m right, you will listen to me. I’m not some bitch who will be led around on a leash. You better know now that I’m stubborn and plan on staying that way.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” he growled, his cock throbbing while he watched her chin stick out, that stubbornness she’d just claimed to have making her even more beautiful.
She licked her lips, her extended teeth preventing her from doing much more than sticking out her tongue and stroking her upper lip. “Get out of the truck,” she growled, and he knew she fought a smile. “I have no problem giving the orders until you do notice.”
He opened his door and almost welcomed the cold air that attacked them and released the growing heat that they’d created.
Stepping out, he shrugged out of his coat, keeping his gaze locked on hers while he tossed it onto the driver’s seat. He kept her trapped in the cab, forcing her to watch while he stripped out of his shirt.
“Hell of a view you’re offering me, wolf man,” she teased, taking her coat off as well and then kicking her shoes off onto the floor of the cab.
The cold air added to their desire to strip quickly. The second his veins hardened, allowing blood to rush faster inside him than his human body could handle, the change hit him with eager excitement.
Nicolo had seen her in her fur earlier that day, but only as she ran, and then when she’d hurt herself. There would be no running tonight. While his human thought pattern still prevailed, he reminded himself that in spite of her quick healing, Heidi would need another day or so before she was completely healed. He started to lecture himself on how she was a smaller breed, petite and not as strong, but muscles burned with hardcore, raw energy that distracted his line of thinking.
“Look at you.” Heidi sat in the truck, her legs bare and her sweater almost reaching her thighs. “So incredibly perfect.”
He watched her while his vision grew more acute. Already he’d passed the point of speech. His mouth altered while his lips tightened around his teeth. The cold air that bit at his skin no longer affected him. Blood boiled inside him while his bones popped and stretched. Changing into his more pure form, giving in to the inner strength and power that fought for release also perfected his thinking. Everything suddenly grew clearer, his mind no longer hindered with human emotion. Carnal law, simple and cut and dry, took over in his brain.
Perfection came from the two of them together.
Come here, my bitch, he growled, no longer able to speak.
Heidi understood. She slid to the edge of the seat and then tugged her sweater over her legs, fighting the cold while she remained human. Slowly she extended her hand, the smell of her adoration tangy and edged with the slightest amount of fear that urged him to leap forward and take her in whatever form she decided to be in.
“I want to touch you.” She held out her fingers, quietly asking to stroke his coat.
Nicolo didn’t move when her fingers brushed over his long black fur. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been petted before. Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have allowed it. But her fingers were so soft—hesitant yet adoring.
She smiled. “You truly are the most magnificent werewolf I’ve ever seen.”
Her teeth chattered, either from cold, fear or a bit of both, and she pulled her hand back. Her blonde hair turned white and her eyes grew even more almond-shaped.
Change now. His growl made her jump, but then she laughed as if fearing him at all seemed foolish. He didn’t get why she remained human when he’d already changed. He would learn her reasons though, at some point.
“Damned bossy, aren’t you?” she teased and tapped his nose with her finger.
He moved his head quickly, grabbing her wrist with his mouth. If she pulled her hand free, she’d tear her flesh against his teeth. He didn’t clamp down hard enough to hurt her, but nonetheless she stilled, watching him while her pulse raced in her wrist. He let go of her wrist and ran his tongue down the length of her arm. She tasted clean, sensual and of him. Already his scent seeped from her pores.
He growled his approval. Never bossy, but always in control.
She whimpered, almost panted.
Quickly she yanked off her sweater while the change took over her body. He focused on her breasts and her brown nipples as they puckered against the cold. Her human form still appealed to him. And she had to have some clue that if she waited much longer, he’d mount her in whatever shape she chose.
Heidi leapt forward while her body changed. Nicolo jumped back, but not far enough to get out of her way when she hit the ground, falling to all fours while beautiful white fur grew over her flesh. When she finally stood before him, transformed, her head barely came to his shoulders.
She growled, stepping sideways while she moved a half circle around him. He sensed her instincts kick in. Strong sexual desire mixed with the smell of caution and hesitation. Nicolo lowered his head. The rumbling in his throat offered proof of his impatience. It was time to fuck—now, here, hard and fast.
Offer yourself to me, he demanded, his cock so heavy and throbbing between his legs it made moving a challenge.
She curled her lip at him, the sound coming from her throat probably intended to remind him she planned on being stubborn. Heidi wanted him to see her as strong, independent and determined not to belly up for just any werewolf.
You will submit to me. He pushed the top of his head against her shoulder. It didn’t take too much nudging before she fell to her side. If she’d wanted to jump out of his way, she could have. But her consent had come before they’d changed and now, in their fur, she would have to fight him before he backed down. All that mattered to him at the moment was getting inside her, burying himself deep in her heat and making sure he marked her as his bitch.
Carnal instinct prevailed, even though his human side lurked in his mind, giving him the intelligence that made a werewolf so much more than just an animal. Heidi lay on the ground, not rolling over and offering her belly, but on her side, alert as she leaned on her front legs and looked up at him. Her creamy white coat flowed over her slender body, and she looked beyond beautiful with her ears up and her mouth slightly opened.
Nicolo towered over her, needing to dominate her, to show her his strength and power and to gain her submission and complete trust. His muscles shook with the urge to move fast, spread her legs and impale her with his cock. In their fur, she would smell his need to control her and either fight him or surrender. She didn’t look ready to attack.
You are so fucking hot. He licked her coat. She tensed but then relaxed, shifting so she could run her tongue over his shoulder. Her kisses burned through his hide. Fire ignited in his brain, feeding his
overwhelming need to have her now. Pushing her legs open, he dragged in her rich, musky scent. Her smell intoxicated him.
Claim her. Fuck her.
Mate with her now.
To hell with any pack.
He ran his tongue along her inner thigh, her smooth coat clean and soft. Moving closer to her tight pussy, he nudged the small hole with his nose. Heidi jumped, growling her approval as her head fell back.
Lying on top of her would crush her. He barked, stand for me, little bitch, and made his command clear. Heidi lifted her head, her silver eyes glowing against her white coat that shimmered against their dark surroundings. Impatience to have her took over, and when she began moving slowly, he grabbed her at her nape with his mouth and lifted her onto her feet.
Her grumble of disapproval didn’t sway him to be gentler. Keeping his hold on the back of her neck, he mounted her, easily standing over her while he moved his cock toward her entrance.
Heidi relaxed, her submission finally arriving, and he let go of her neck, licking her moist coat where his mouth had just been. She adjusted herself underneath him, lifting her tail while she arched her back as much as possible. The smell of her pussy let him know how eager she was. Her desire to be fucked matched his need to impale her.
As he pressed his cock into her tight entrance, all that mattered stood underneath him. She panted, taking him slowly, tensing and relaxing. In their fur, he was so much bigger than she was—a larger, taller and more muscular breed. Her slender, petite body wouldn’t take him easily. When she cried out, his heart constricted in spite of his animalistic urges to ride her and seek his own gratification.
Nicolo wouldn’t hurt her, and he licked her face, soaking her cheek, wishing he could form the words to show her what her submission meant to him. They were different breeds, but not incompatible. Yet he couldn’t thrust inside her hard and fast without hurting her. Moving slowly, giving her body time to stretch and take his size, he continued stroking the fur on the side of her face and neck with his tongue.
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