Anarchy

by Brenda Trim

  Another howl chilled his blood and had him barreling through the doors. Brenlee was in trouble. How he knew that he didn’t know, but there was no denying she needed help.

  Glowing amber eyes peered at him from the bushes a few feet away. “Hey, Bren. Is that you?” He asked as he took several slow steps toward her. The wolf threw back her head and a pained howl left her throat. Was she hurt?

  Stopping and crouching down, he extended a hand. “It’s ok. I won’t hurt you. Is someone after you? Should I call Lawson?” The sound of several paws trampling leaves and twigs got louder, telling him others were headed their way.

  He knew next to nothing about shifters and should head back in the barn. They could pose a danger to him. They had a primal animal side to them that could shred him to pieces in a heartbeat. But his feet didn’t move an inch.

  The wolf moved from the bush and headed toward him. His heart started pounding in his chest as he watched the majestic creature head his way. In one fluid move the wolf shifted from animal to a breathtaking female. A very naked, extremely sexy Brenlee took a step toward him. Her heat enveloped him, making his shaft go rock hard and his desire to quadruple.

  He was one breath from throwing her on the ground and taking her right then and there. Inhaling a deep breath brought her sweet earthy scent making matters worse for him.

  “Zane,” she croaked his name. A second later paws trampling the ground drew both of their attention.

  At least six wolves raced to the edge of the forest. Zane reacted without thought and jumped in front of Brenlee as he shoved her through the open doors of the barn. “Stay inside,” he hissed at her. To his surprise she didn’t make a move to disobey.

  Turning his attention to the group of wolves, he fisted his hands at his sides and snarled. “Leave. You have no business here. If Lawson discovers you’ve been chasing his sister, you will be lucky if you live to regret it.”

  Several of the wolves prowled toward him. Apparently, his bluster wasn’t going to deter them from their goal. Glancing around, Zane searched for a weapon of some kind. The fallen branch next to the barn door would have to do.

  Snatching the wood in his palm, Zane turned and swung at the animals. “I said get the fuck out of here.” One of the wolves ignored his warning and leapt toward him. The animal slammed into his chest and knocked him over.

  Zane’s knees bent and he brought his feet up. Kicking out with all his might, he sent the wolf flying. The second the weight left his chest he was upright and ready to fight. The wolf rushed back to him, but he was ready this time.

  Zane jumped to the side and swung the branch. The weapon connected with the flank of the animal stopping it before it was able to latch its jaws around his leg. Another wolf headed his way when the first crumpled to the ground.

  Zane thrust the stick and punctured the side of the new wolf. The first shifted back and sat on his knees panting. The guy was naked, and one side of his rib cage was bruised.

  “Stop,” the male that just shifted ordered. He was getting stronger by the second. Soon, Zane would be hard pressed to fight all of them off. But Bren had been running from them. He’d protect her or die trying.

  “Get the fuck out of here,” Brenlee snarled behind Zane.

  “When a female runs from you that means she wants nothing to do with you,” Zane growled.

  Standing, the male walked to the bleeding wolf and motioned for another to join him. A second male shifted and together they picked up the injured wolf. “We’re sorry for pursuing you. We smelled your heat and rational thought fled,” the first male said to Brenlee.

  Zane stood on guard as he watched them leave followed by the others. He waited several seconds to ensure they didn’t return. Turning around, he met Brenlee’s heated brown eyes.

  The female of his dreams stood there still naked and watching him with lust and need glowing in her gaze. Unable to help himself, Zane looked every inch of her over before he took a step toward her.

  She was fucking perfect. From her head to her toes and everything in between. There wasn’t one thing he would change about her. Except her unwillingness to be with anyone that wasn’t a shifter.

  “What happened?” He asked as he finally took a step in her direction. For every move he made, she backed up into the barn.

  “N…nothing to worry about,” she stammered. A shiver went through her and she wrapped her arms around her chest, hiding her breasts from his view. The night was cool, and he assumed her nipples had hardened because she was cold.

  “Are you fucking kidding me? I get that you don’t want me, but there is no way I will believe you were running from those wolves for no reason,” he informed her through gritted teeth. Her lack of trust in him pissed him off even more.

  Shaking her head, she turned and moved into the barn. He stalked after her, admiring the view as she stopped near the stairs and paused. He was right behind her nearly rubbing himself against her backside. She let out a soft moan when he reached out and ran a hand along her back.

  “Gods. You make me want things I shouldn’t,” she whispered. “To answer your question. Each one of them wanted to be the ones to catch me and fuck me.”

  “What?” He yelled then calmed himself down. Perhaps she wanted them to catch her. Was this her way of finding the shifter she was going to mate with? “Never mind. I don’t want to know. I’m sorry for interfering. I don’t know shifter dating etiquette.”

  “I’m not dating them,” she spat and moved closer to him. Her heat was a furnace as she paused in front of him. “I wanted nothing to do with them and I doubt they wanted anything to do with me. I’m in heat and that was driving them to react.”

  “You’re in heat?” He blurted. The implication of what she was saying nearly floored him, but that would put too much distance between them. Arousal kept him hard as a rock and made it impossible to stay two feet from her. His reactions suddenly made sense.

  “Yes. Our heat house was Jeremiah’s house, but it burned down, so I had nowhere to go away from the males. I was heading for the woods when another wave washed over me,” she explained.

  “You’re in pain,” he observed as he watched the way her eyes pinched at the sides and her mouth thinned. “Let me help you.”

  Brenlee shook her head and lifted her hands then placed them on his chest. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and devour her. There was no way she would welcome that, so he kept a lid on his desires.

  “That wouldn’t be a good idea,” she protested weakly.

  Taking advantage of the situation, he moved his hands down her back and rested them above her pert ass. “It would be a great idea. And, before you give any more reasons why we shouldn’t do this, understand I will not expect anything afterwards. I see your pain and merely want to help. Assuming sex will help.”

  “Intercourse helps dull the pain and gives us an outlet for our relentless need,” she admitted as she started petting his chest. One of her legs had wrapped around his waist. He doubted she was aware of her actions and he wasn’t going to point that out.

  “Then use me. I’m more than happy to give you what you need,” he promised then lowered his mouth to hers and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. He lifted her when both her legs wound around his waist.

  Her moan vibrated throughout his body. The loft was too far away, he decided and walked to one of the workstations. Delving his tongue into her mouth, he swiped an arm over one of the counters shoving everything to the floor.

  After setting her on the smooth wood surface, he broke the kiss and looked at her with a lust filled gaze. He didn’t want her to think too much about their coming together, but he wouldn’t go further unless she said that was what she wanted.

  She was panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Every inhalation made her breasts heave and his mouth water. He kept his groin pressed against her core where he felt her moisture seeping through the material of his jeans.

  “Tell me to stop and I will go upstairs. I won
’t touch you again and will leave you alone,” he promised her.

  Her lower lip went between her teeth where she nibbled on the flesh. She looked into his eyes for several long seconds then nodded slowly. “I don’t have the will power to tell you to stop. I want this….need this too badly,” she admitted.

  Zane wanted to fist pump the air. She’d been running from over half a dozen wolf shifters moments ago because she wanted nothing to do with them. And here she was telling him she couldn’t say no to him.

  “I like the sound of that,” he whispered in her ear then kissed a path down the column of her neck while he trailed his hand down her back. When she arched into his touch, he nearly tugged his fly open and thrust into her hot core. This was likely going to be the only time he was with Brenlee so he was going to enjoy as much as he could.

  His mouth made a return trip up her neck. His lips pressed over hers urgently. Tilting his head, he found better access. Tongues tangled as their breaths turned to pants. Trapped inside his pants, his cock pulsed against her core. Never before had he experienced such fervent need.

  One if his hands rested above her firm ass while the other roamed to her breast. There he cupped the full globe in his palm. She moaned, sucking on his lower lip. To his surprise a growl rumbled from his throat. This sexy shifter was going to make him act before he was ready.

  “Don’t think I won’t return the favor, Bren. I may be human but with you I will bite back,” Zane warned then tweaked her nipple.

  She made a snarl that spoke of her primal nature. He had to admit it was sexy as fuck. “I have no patience for foreplay right now. I’m wet and ready,” Brenlee assured him. She dropped her head and kissed his neck and chest. He tangled a hand in her hair when she sucked on his flat nipple. No one had ever done that to him before and it sent pleasure shooting through his body.

  It felt as if her full lips were sucking his cock. And Brenlee was so lost to her own arousal and need she had no idea what she was doing to him. Or maybe she did, he thought a second later when she bit down, sparking a rush of arousal that exploded around the sensitive area before racing straight to the tip of his cock. Pushing her away from him was difficult but if he didn’t, he was going to come in his pants any second.

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you want it hard and fast,” Zane teased her.

  Before she could respond, he lowered his head and latched onto her breast. Her hands flew to the back of his head and she arched her back. The entire time she rubbed her sex against his hard shaft. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, he flicked his tongue against the hard tip as his hand groped the soft flesh of the other large globe.

  Her hands shoved him against her chest without leaving him much room to move. With effort he was able to move to the other side. She had the most luscious breasts he’d ever seen. When he bit her nipple, she cried out and forced more flesh against his teeth. The primitive sound she made reminded him that he was dealing with a woman who had a wild animal side to her.

  “More. Now,” she begged, reaching down between their bodies for the button and zipper of his jeans. “I want you inside me,” she demanded as she gave up on the fastening and shoved her hand down the front of his pants. The feel of her hand connecting with his hard length made him groan.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his hips against her grip. It seemed as if it had been years since he’d been with a woman when in reality it had only been a few months. Everyone before Brenlee slipped away as if they’d never been. She consumed every one of his thoughts and desires.

  Lifting his head from her chest, he met her beautiful light brown eyes and loved that he’d filled them with desire. Her lips were kiss-swollen and her nipples red berries ripe for the plucking. Zane ran his hands up and down the tops of her thighs then moved one hand between her legs.

  “You’re very wet,” he informed her as he rubbed his thumb through her folds and across her engorged nub.

  “Yes,” she moaned, closing her eyes as he teased the entrance of her sex.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” he vowed.

  “About damn time,” Brenlee replied. Her body was frantic with need. She knew she shouldn’t allow this, but she couldn’t stop it. She’d wanted Zane from the moment they’d met. It didn’t change her desire to mate a shifter. This was the one time she was going to give herself to Zane. If she was being honest, she had taken a detour near the shop in hopes of seeing him.

  Her body was a live wire under his touch. She wanted nothing more than for Zane to plunge inside and quell the heat raging through her body. He slid one finger inside making her buck on the table. An orgasm nearly crashed over her when he wiggled his digit inside her body. Several things happened at that moment. Her grip on his cock tightened, she shouted, and came hard when he teased her g-spot.

  “God you are so fucking sexy, Bren. And so damn wet for me,” he husked as liquid green eyes penetrated her soul as much as his finger penetrated her sex. It was unnerving and nearly made her stop. She knew he wanted more, and he wasn’t able to keep that from her.

  She didn’t want to stop this and held onto his statement that this was going to be enough for him. Licking her lips, she removed her hand from his pants and managed to unbutton the top. The zipper followed suit. She squeezed her thighs tighter around his waist and pushed his pants down.

  Smoldering eyes held hers as she came down from her high. He removed his hand and shoved his boxer briefs down. His cock bounced when it was freed then landed on her clit. “You ready for more?” He husked.

  His hips moved, rubbing his shaft over her clit. “Gods. Don’t stop. I need more,” she panted, grinding against his erection. Reaching down, he gripped his cock and bought it to her entrance, pressing the tip against her flesh.

  “I have waited for this moment for what feels like forever,” he told her as he pushed slowly inside her channel.

  “Yes,” she agreed, spreading herself wide to meet his size. He slid the tip in then pulled out, sliding the head through her arousal, coating it with her moisture. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bracing for his possession.

  It wasn’t his size that had her shaking, but how close she felt to him at that moment. They were joined by more than flesh. Focus on the pleasure and nothing more. The reminder helped. She felt as he pulled out then back inside, thrusting deeper. Every delicious inch pressed her nerve endings and brushed against her clit. He stretched her to the point of pleasure-pain but didn’t pause to wait for her to adjust to his size.

  And she didn’t care. Moving her hips, she began meeting his thrusts, rocking against his body. Her back arched and her nipples brushed against his chest. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pressed her mouth to his and kissed him.

  He took over and quickly the kiss became demanding and forceful. He growled, hands roaming her breasts and squeezing her while his tongue explored her mouth. Zane turned out to be an aggressive lover. He took what he wanted and didn’t hold back. He was primal and raw. It wasn’t until pleasure overtook her in his arms that she realized that was one of the reasons she wanted a shifter mate.

  “I need all of you. I can’t hold back much longer,” he groaned after he broke the kiss. He moved one hand between their bodies and strummed her clit. She bucked like a bronco as she met him thrust for thrust.

  Her desire and need heated her body to the point she thought she’d burst into flames. Sweat poured from her and made their joining a slick slide. Her body clenched around him right as he slammed deeper into her welcoming core. The force he used made her bounce on his cock. She cried out as their bodies continued coming together.

  Moving off the table, she wrapped fully around his waist. His hands went to her hips and helped her move up and down on his shaft. He tilted his hips and hit a spot few had ever achieved. She cried out as another climax assailed her body. His grip on her hips tightened and he shouted her name a few seconds later as his orgasm joined hers.

  Bren contin
ued rubbing against his body as another orgasm surprised her. Her need spiraled higher and she continued climaxing for several seconds while he remained hard inside her. Shifters had incredible stamina and so did Zane. It was the second time in as many minutes that he’d shown her he was as good if not better than a shifter.

  Sex with him had not sated her desire in the least. It has merely whetted her appetite for a time. It had blown her mind and left her spinning out. This was supposed to make it easier to move on from him. Not harder.

  “Holy shit,” Bren panted as she tried to catch her breath. “I’ll need to run soon before the next wave hits.”

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” he whispered, pulling her against his chest. “I told you I was going to get you through your heat and that’s what I’m going to do.”

  She wiggled in his arms noting that he was still hard as a rock inside her. Excited that he would be able to help her through this she felt the need to remind him, “This is all we can ever have. If you can’t handle that let me leave now.”

  “I’m well aware. But, after this I think you’ll find you’re the one addicted to me and unable to move on,” he teased then claimed her mouth and carried her to the bed in the loft.

  He just might be right about that. Brenlee had a feeling she was going to have to do some hard thinking in the near future about what she wanted and couldn’t live without.

  Chapter 15

  “I’m going to take you back to your room,” Zane murmured as he scooped her into his arms. Brenlee curled into his chest and stifled the regret clawing at her insides. She wanted a few more minutes with him.

  The experience had thrown her for a loop and made her think far too much about shit she’d rather not. Self-reflection made her twitchy and unsettled. If she looked too hard, she was sure to see that she was a bad person for subconsciously pursuing him when she’d gone into heat.