An angry werewolf shouting at me should have scared me. But for some reason I couldn’t be frightened of Justin. Maybe because he was shouting an apology. “You thought I wasn’t a virgin,” I said wonderingly. “Why? I was stunted. I was a quiet, shy, overweight human that everyone assumed would never shift. What wolf in the pack would mate with the likes of me?” A suspicion grew. “It was Meredith who told you I wasn’t a virgin. Wasn’t it?”
“I have regrets. Believing what Meredith had to say, on the subject of you or anything else, is one of my biggest. I stopped seeing her when I realized what she was, which made her even crazier. We’re here.” I looked around in confusion. Nighttime had descended quickly, but the silver-tipped forest surrounding the circular drive didn’t match my memory of Justin’s home.
Rather than Justin’s old log cabin I remembered with such detail—my crush on him had turned me into a bit of a stalker—he’d pulled in front of the pack master’s home. The tasteful mansion perched in the middle of a small clearing near the center of the compound. It sported its own courtyard garden, spare rooms for guests, and an enclosed swimming pool equipped with fur filtration. It was the largest and best house on pack land. Justin noticed my look. “I’m pack master now.”
I stared at him. His small, confident smile warmed me more than it should’ve. When he glanced down at where his shirt didn’t sufficiently cover my curvy thighs, I felt his desire for me like a physical touch. My breath came faster. His gaze met mine and his lips parted with wolflike hunger. Hunger for me? What an intoxicating thought.
I tried to pull the shirt down over my exposed flesh. The lustful vibes coming off him had me wanting to jump his bones again. I forced myself to be cautious. Justin, like most alphas, radiated their sexual energy in waves. It wasn’t anything personal.
So he was the pack master now. I guessed that’s what he’d meant when he’d declared himself my alpha.
I started to ask about it but suddenly a familiar ripple shuddered through my body. I gasped. I hunched over, shirt forgotten. I was about to change again.
Justin’s hand clamped my leg in a painful grip. “Chrissy. Not yet.” His alpha command surged over me again. He cursed when it had little effect. “We have less time than I’d thought. Sorry for this.” I wasn’t aware of anything except the shaking upheaval of my body.
Suddenly Justin’s hands were parting my thighs forcefully and his fingers delved into my slick folds. When his fingertips made contact with my sensitive flesh, I couldn’t help but focus on the crash of sensation he caused.
I moaned as his touch intensified, his large, roughly calloused hand spreading my trembling legs open to a degree I’d find humiliating if I was in my right mind. I wasn’t in my right mind. I only knew that this was Justin, the man I’d longed for, teasing my nether lips in exactly the way I’d always fantasized. I groaned with the gratification of it even as his touch set me on fire. Between the compulsion of the wild shift tugging at my flesh, and Justin’s fingers drawing a sensuous figure-8 over my clit, I shook with uncontrollable tremors of need.
He leaned into me, adjusting his angle until I shouted with the erotic pleasure of his touch. “Not yet. Hold on,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if he meant my incipient orgasm or my unwilling physical shift. I gasped, on fire with the searing need he aroused in my body. His clever fingers toyed with my clit expertly, growing delightfully rough when he brought his thumb into play. He wormed one large finger just inside my tight opening, continuing his steady thumb strokes until the erotic combination of feelings maddened me.
My thighs clamped onto his working hand, the dormant sexuality of my body awakened with a vengeance.
Then he stopped. I was so close, so achingly close to an explosively ecstatic orgasm, and he stopped? I wailed my protest and ground helplessly against his hand.
Justin chuckled. He withdrew his hand. “You’re safe for the moment. Let’s go inside.”
I panted, glaring at him. “You’re a damn tease.” Then I realized I was still spread out on Justin’s truck seat like some kind of obscene banquet. I snapped my legs shut and yanked his shirt down once more to cover myself. “I think I’m starting to hate you.”
He nodded. He looked tired. “Fair enough. I’m glad you’re thinking. Think about this: a few minutes ago you were about to change back to your dog form. I almost lost you. I tried to concentrate my power to prevent it, but it didn’t work. There’s only one thing I can do now.” Before I could respond, he opened his door, climbed out and circled around the cab of the truck toward me.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. There was an air of wildness about his tall figure. His easy, muscular gait made me think of a wolf’s sleek and powerful lope. He was sinfully beautiful.
It almost distracted me from my fear. “Lost me?” I asked him though the windshield. I knew his keen werewolf senses would allow him to hear me. “What happens if I accidentally change into a dog again?”
He opened the door, paused as he smelled my fear. He frowned. He didn’t bother with gentleness as he dragged me into his arms while speaking bluntly. “Then you’ll stay one permanently.” He must’ve felt me flinch. He kicked the car door shut behind him. He strode to his house, carrying me. “I’ll prevent it, Chrissy, I promise. It’s my duty as an alpha. I’ll mate with you. Just stay with me—hey!”
I’d cocked my fist and aimed it at his jaw. I might not be a full-fledged werewolf, but I was outraged enough to put some strength into the blow even from the awkward position reclined in his arms.
Instead of feeling my knuckles meet his face, I connected with his blocking hand. He’d caught my fist and twisted it around my back in one smooth maneuver. He stopped walking as I tried to wriggle free, then suddenly he dropped my legs, pulled my upper body against him, and pressed his lips down on mine in another fierce kiss. A strangled gasp escaped my throat and I struggled within his grip but I couldn’t break his hold. Again, his mouth was insistent, distracting and seductive, his tongue probing. He tasted like fire, wood, and the night. The magic of his kiss unfurled throughout my body until I forgot everything but him. I couldn’t help noticing we fit together wonderfully.
As soon as I stopped resisting, Justin nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “You want me. Just accept me.” His large cock throbbed at the juncture of my thighs, bulging against the confines of his jeans.
I danced back. “Whoa there buddy. I’m might not be the pick of the litter or have much of a life lately, but I’m not so desperate that I need charity sex. I do not want to be just some duty you perform.” I was glad my voice didn’t reveal my hurt.
I should’ve known better. Justin stilled, scenting my mood. His body moved against me as he shifted his weight. He hugged me. His voice was a soft murmur on my skin. “You’re not just a duty. You’re so much more than that, Chrissy. You’ve got me all wrong.”
I stared at Justin, willing his words to be true. “How so?”
“Who do you think has been watching over you since you left? I know where you live, where you work… what type of dog food you buy Digger... everything. I know you don’t have a boyfriend.” His hug tightened. “I also know you had a crush on me. What you don’t know is that you were always my first choice. The one who got away. But now I’ve gotten you back. I plan to keep you.”
My eyes opened wide. “What?”
He gazed locked on mine and his eyes glinted golden. His sensual lips quirked into a slight smile. “I wanted you the first time I spotted you hiding in the bushes, watching me inside my old house. I was a damn idiot for letting Meredith turn my head. But none of that matters now.”
“It matters,” I stated firmly. “She’s an evil bitch that you slept with. And there were others.”
He sighed. “Alphas are supposed to find a mate. A werewolf mate. I tried. Nobody measured up to you. Losing you tore me apart. One minute you were there—all big eyes and developing curves, sexy as hell and smelling like heaven—and the next minute you were gone. You wer
e supposed to be mine. Then you were kicked out. You were raised to become a pack member and they just… evicted you.” His eyes turned more yellow. “I couldn’t change pack policy, and I couldn’t change Meredith’s mind, but I could take down the pack master.”
I gaped. “You… you challenged him? For me?” I knew what that meant. It meant the old pack master was dead. I remembered him, that alpha of alphas, but not very well. Full eye contact with a pack master was bad form and also a bad idea: lower-echelon wolves shouldn’t look too long at an alpha unless they meant to offer a challenge. I remembered the leader’s ferocity and his unforgiving scowl when he issued the proclamation that turned me out of the only home I’d known. I couldn’t be sorry he was dead.
Now I was having trouble wrapping my mind around the idea of Justin challenging such a powerful creature. For me. “Wow. You defeated him?” A surge of warmth flooded my body. Justin was badass.
“Of course. I had to. You shouldn’t have been left isolated and vulnerable. And alone.”
I remembered the loneliness of the small apartment. A pang of hurt hollowed my belly. “I had Digger to keep me company,” I muttered. “I took care of her, and she was a friend when I was lonely.”
He spoke with a passion that raised the fine hairs on my body and made my heart pound hard. His warm breath tickled my cheek. “You were always so caring. So nurturing.” His hands dropped to my curvy hips. “You’ll make a fine mother.”
At his words, an ache of longing shot though me.
“So, Chrissy. Are we going to do this? We have to mate hard and deep, and soon.” His words were making a mush of my mind. Hard and deep. Yes and yes. I looked at him shyly, hesitating. Was this fantasy too good to be true?
His hands raised the hem of the shirt, rubbed tantalizing circles at the base of my spine. His soft, deep voice made my knees weak as he added, “You’ll be glad, I promise.”
The moment I nodded he swept me up again, making my head spin as he rushed me inside. But it was happening too fast. In a whirlwind of heat and speed, Justin got us inside and to the bedroom, at which point I started fighting him again. This time he ignored my struggles, moving against me until I fell onto the bed. The low light mercifully hid my blushing as the shirt I wore rode up, exposing my curvaceous innocent flesh.
Justin removed his tee shirt, revealing a broad chest sleek with muscle. He tossed the garment aside and moved over me even as my hand rose to his pecs. His muscles twitched against my fingers. He let me touch him, inhaling sharply when my palm caressed his nipples. I trailed my fingers down his stomach, feeling the line of hair that disappeared into his jeans. I didn’t quite dare to touch the material covering his intimidating bulge.
He didn’t need to remove my panties or bra since I was already naked under his shirt. Would he just mount me? Would it be bestial and brutal? Would it hurt very badly? I didn’t know what to expect.
My breath came fast with nervousness as he unbuttoned his jeans and started to unzip. He noticed my expression, and stopped. He cupped my face in his hand, his thumb caressing my cheek. “You’re a virgin. I’m frightening you.” He laughed shakily. “The last thing I want to do is frighten you.”
“I’m not frightened,” I said bravely. “Much.”
“Liar.” But he gave me a smile that lit up his eyes to a mellow gold. “Don’t be nervous. You’re in good hands.” True to his word, his hands enclosed my shoulders in a warm grip, his thumbs circling the skin on each shoulder. He leaned in, gentle for the moment, and kissed the hollow in my throat. His touch was a light and gentle as a feather. Too gentle. I moved against him, restless, and I saw his grin. His jaw and his cheek, sandpapery with a dark five o’clock shadow, grazed my neck teasingly before he nibbled me there, licking my skin like I was a special treat.
In response, my skin tingled and seemed to light up all over my body. Could Justin really be interested in a curvy girl like me?
As if in answer, he murmured against my neck, “I’m going to make you howl. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He bit me harder, sucking my skin into his mouth then tonguing it. His fingers moved lightly on the buttons of the shirt I wore and the material parted, exposing more of me to him. My large, soft breasts spilled out, ample curves offered up to him. The air was cool on my body. I shuddered as goosebumps rose on my skin. My nipples puckered and hardened.
Justin cupped a breast in each hand, warming me instantly. His teeth grazed one nipple, then the other, his hot tongue flicking at the tips until my breath started to hitch. Then he took a nipple deep into his mouth and suckled. The sensation was like warm velvet stroking me. I gasped when he increased the suction, my hands rising to his broad shoulders and hanging on, grounding myself against the heady sensation. A ball of tension at my core tightened pleasurably.
I began to pant like an animal. Justin continued to tease my breasts as his fingers worked their way down and into the cleft between my legs. One thick finger moved deeper into my slit to touch the wet heat there. I moaned.
Instead of my voice emerging as a woman’s groan of pleasure, it sounded animalistic. Like the whimper of a beast. The ball of tension in me tightened further and I began to shake and shudder. The shift was about to happen again. I writhed under him, unable to control it. My hands left his shoulders to grasp at the bedding in two convulsive grips.
“No,” Justin commanded. He pushed me down on the bed and lowered his pants.
Even though I was in no condition to appreciate the magnificent length and girth of his cock, it was impossible to miss. He was much bigger than I’d expected. Exposed and erect, it bumped against my belly. Then Justin maneuvered lower. I had the urge to wrap my fingers around his shaft and hold him tightly, anchoring me to him, so I did. Justin made a startled sound that was half-laughter, half-pleasure as my hands skimmed the length of him, feeling his pulse throb against my palm.
The most primal part of me clenched with need, eager to have him buried inside me. If he didn’t do it soon, the other primal need would overcome me. I whimpered with desire and urgency, shuddering with the force of the twin competing needs. Justin had to mate with me immediately. A tingle went through my body at the thought.
Understanding crossed his features, and his playfulness gave way to determination. The head of his cock bumped against my slick folds. One more change in his angle pushed it snug against my tight entrance, and, with one firm thrust, Justin pushed his way inside.
It pinched, stretching me pleasurably. The sensation and wonder of it took over my mind. I was being taken, losing my virginity to Justin himself. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt this was a profound and meaningful act that was happening to us. Vast satisfaction filled me along with Justin’s length. This meant we were finally together, together as I’d always craved, and just when I was starting to believe I’d never find anyone meant for me. Much less a man like Justin.
I moved against him, accustoming myself to his width and length. The piercing of my maidenhead made me gasp from the sharp pain of it for a moment, but the hurt faded quickly as Justin sank deeper into me. He pushed inside until he was lying atop me and pressed firmly to me, his abs against my soft stomach. I rubbed my nipples again his chest, wanton. He pumped his hips and I shouted with the ferocious desire of it, raking my nails down his back, grinding hard against his thrust. I was obeying a primal imperative and achieving an instinctual purpose I hadn’t known I had.
A throbbing heat spiraled up through me, the urge to reach orgasm blending with the urge to shift. He increased his pace, causing a jolt of ecstasy to cascade through me each time he sank into me. “Justin,” I panted. The pressure built in me, and with it the worry. I was going to shift this time one way or another. I quivered with pleasure. I shuddered with concern. “I can’t hold it off,” I gasped.
He grunted acknowledgment, thrusting faster and faster. He went ever deeper into me, longer than before, hitting new nerves that had me moaning helplessly. Passion roared through my veins and I couldn’t stop
my outcry of delight. My back arched as I clutched at Justin. His response equaled mine and he met me halfway, roaring with pleasure, pushing with a frenzied strength that would have stunned me if I hadn’t been feeling the exact same imperative. The musky smell of sex and fur rose in my nostrils. The scent of Justin and I, together as we were supposed to be.
I yielded to the searing need that had been building for so long. My heart thundered in my ears while all my muscles flexed, then shuddered with release. My orgasm burst over me.
I screamed. The sound transformed into a howl halfway through as Justin gave three final thrusts into me, reaching his own orgasm. Between my legs, a new sticky warmth filled me completely as we ground against each other, milking every last drop.
Then my eyes rolled back in my head and my heart seemed to roar in my ears. My body felt strange: too long in new places, and cramped up in other places. I was at the mercy of a force I couldn’t control. The room spun. Dots of blackness raced over my vision, growing until my vision disappeared. The last thing I was aware of was Justin beside me, cradling me and saying, “I’ve got you. Go with it, Chrissy. Let it happen.” I took comfort from his presence even as I passed out.
When I finally opened my eyes, the moon shone silvery through the huge bay windows. I blinked at it, reading its message that I’d been out for roughly an hour. The bed was soft beneath me. It smelled of fabric softener and sex. I lay still, savoring the memories. Even if Justin never slept with me again, I’d now cataloged enough sexy details about him to fuel a lifetime of fantasies.
I hoped he would, though.
I inhaled, marveling at the many scents. I could smell Justin radiating familiar musky comfort next to me. The perfume of sex was new to me but I wouldn’t have thought the aromas would be so nuanced. I could identify each captivating smell. I sucked in a long drag of scent-laden air and realized my doglike tongue was lolling out of my mouth.
Doglike?
I jumped up, looking around at my body. I had a grey pelt and a long, bushy tail. It had worked. I was a werewolf! I yelped with excitement.
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