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Promiscuous Wolf
Copyright 2015 by Mahalia Levey
ISBN: 978-1-61333-906-0
Cover art by Fiona Jayde
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Black Hills Wolves Stories/Decadent Recent Releases
Wolf’s Return
What a Wolf Wants
Black Hills Desperado
Wolf’s Song
Claiming His Mate
When Hell Freezes
Portrait of a Lone Wolf
Alpha in Disguise
A Wolf’s Promise
Reluctant Mate
Diamond Moon
Wolf on a Leash
Tempting the Wolf
Naming His Mate
A Wolf Awakens
The Wolf and the Butterfly
Infiltrating Her Pack
Omega’s Heart
Raven’s Claw
Claiming the She-Wolf
Worth Fighting For
Dangerous
Uncaged
Coming Soon
Promiscuous Wolf
A Cougar Among Wolves
Disquieted Souls
Long Road Home
Wolf’s Holiday
Winter Magic
A Mate’s Healing Touch
Also by Mahalia Levey
Price of Defiance
Satin and Steel
Burn me if you Can
Tell Me No Lies
Trading Up
Seducing the Schoolmarm
A Note From the Author
Hello, my lovely Readers!
I’ve had the Caress in my head to be written for over five years. Until Decadent created the Black Hills Wolves line, my feisty heroine didn’t have a home or a hero to spend her life with. Los Lobos felt like home. Ford is her kind of perfect, age gap and all. Deep down I knew a wolf her age wouldn’t be able to handle her.
I hope you enjoy Promiscuous Wolf and other books from the BWH line. I’m in love with the series. This shared world gave me an opportunity to enmesh myself in fantastic world building with other creative authors.
I’m always up for emails! Please feel free to contact me at [email protected]. You can also go to my webite, www.mahalialevey.com and choose the Contact Mahalia tab.
Never good-bye, always till later!
Happy Reading.
Promiscuous Wolf
Caress Galveston has her work cut out for her. The one man she wants above all others is playing hard to get. He admits they’re mates, yet he won’t take the step to make her his. If only he could see past all the women chasing him, he might decide their nine year age difference doesn’t matter and she is worth the leap.
Ford Giovanni is a changed man. The moment he set eyes on the most headstrong wolf he ever met, no other woman would do. But with his past lovers still trailing after him, the problem will be convincing her of his faithfulness. And he won’t mark her as his until she does.
Dedication
To my readers thank you so much! Without you I wouldn’t enjoy doing this nearly as much!
Promiscuous Wolf
Black Hills Wolves
By
Mahalia Levey
Chapter One
Deep in the Black Hills, Caress drove along the last stretch of US 385 before the turn to Los Lobos. Because of the dark, moonless night, she used the SUV’s high beams so she wouldn’t have to rely solely on her lupine eyesight to spot a deer leaping across the road. The thought had her easing off the gas pedal. God, if I hit a deer with Ravage’s truck, he’ll have a fit.
She was tired, but in a good way. She and her best friend, Myanna, headed home after a fun day of shopping, mani pedis, much needed waxing, and a late-night chick flick in Rapid City. She held her hand over her mouth to cover a yawn.
A car came up fast behind them, riding their bumper. Turning the radio off, Caress squinted against the vibrant glare of high-beam lights in the rearview mirror. Whoever was behind them laid on the horn, the sound hurting her hypersensitive ears.
Myanna twisted around to look out the rear window. “Who is that?”
“No idea. Probably some drunk in a hurry to kill himself on these twisty roads.” She took her foot off the gas and slowed so the guy could pass, but he just kept riding her ass. Idiot.
The Ford F150—easy to see in her rearview mirror with the damn logo lit up by her taillights—tagged her rear bumper.
Surprise shot through Caress, and she gripped the wheel. “What the f—?”
The truck rammed her again, shoving their car hard. Instinctually, Caress hit the brakes, but the SUV fishtailed. She fought to control the swerving. “Damn it. You okay?”
“Yeah.” Myanna turned to look out the rear window again.
“Shit is getting real,” Caress murmured. “Whoever this jerk-off is, he’s not done yet.”
Her friend pulled out her cell phone. “We’re not far from pack lands. I’m calling for help.”
“Good idea.”
Bright headlights bounced around wildly as the F-150 lurched toward them again.
“Voice mail,” Myanna said.
“Fine. Then we’ll handle this ourselves,” Caress growled. With years of self-defense techniques taught by her older brothers, Ravage and Raze, she was more than capable of protecting herself and her best friend from some drunken asshole. Course, her bros might not be too thrilled—especially on the heels of getting expelled from college for taking part in an underground fight club. But she’d deal. Later.
The Ford’s engine revved.
“Damn it. They’re about to ram us again.” Her Wolf rode on the underside of her skin, pissed off and wanting to take a chunk out of their aggressor.
“Drew,” Myanna gritted out. “We’re under attack. We’re close to home, about five miles south. We need—”
The massive truck slammed into the back of the SUV. The rear window exploded in chunks of glass, and the sound of crunching, twisting metal filled the night air. They spun around twice before coming to a screeching halt—front tires on asphalt, rear on grass. The engine sputtered then gave out. She turned the key and pumped the gas pedal, but the starter just whined.
Caress smacked the steering wheel. The SUV had already begun to show wear when she and her brothers had left Colorado six months ago. Driving this heap cross-countr
y hadn’t done it any favors.
High-beam lights flickered off, and two males exited the car and headed to them.
“What now?” Myanna asked.
“As bad as I want to kick some ass for damaging Ravage’s car, the smart choice would be to shift and hightail it home.”
“I can’t.”
“What?” Caress glanced at her and frowned. “Of course you can.”
Myanna shook her head. “It’s not a full moon. That’s why I tried to call Drew.”
Why hadn’t she known her friend couldn’t change whenever she wanted like she could? Caress peered up at the sky. Stars twinkled back. And, with no moon at all, Myanna would be at her lowest strength. “It’s okay.” She gave her friend’s hand a quick reassuring squeeze. “I’ll take care of this.”
She opened the SUV door.
“Don’t get out. Wait.” Myanna leaned over, her brows knitted with concern. “Tell them we have family on the way.”
A long whistle snagged Caress’s attention. “Well, well, well,” a deep voice bellowed.
Her lupine eyesight made it easy to see the lanky guy strutting down the road toward them. Somehow, he looked familiar. Shaggy hair peeked out from beneath some lame ball cap. His relaxed jeans fluttered with each step. Hell, snapping him in half would be easier than with any of her college fight club opponents.
The guy stopped a good half-dozen paces away, a baseball bat propped on his shoulder. “Imagine my surprise at catching you alone at last. Girlie, let’s pick up where we left off at the club a couple weeks ago.”
The memory of where she’d seen his ugly face surfaced. She and Myanna had gone shopping to blow off some excess energy and ended up dancing at a club in Rapid City. Even though the full moon hadn’t been scheduled to rise until well after midnight, they’d agreed to head home in plenty of time for their planned run with some other wolves their age. But then this idiot and his friend pressured them to hang out longer, promising them a good time. Yeah, right. Their departure hadn’t been pretty, and Caress had figured the yokels got the message.
She flipped him off. “I see you haven’t learned how to accept the word no from a female. Pushing a driver off the road the only way you can get your dick waxed?”
He sneered, his fingers tightening on the bat. “A real man has to teach cock teases a lesson.”
Her Wolf clawed beneath her skin, wanting to come out and be the one to teach a lesson. “Fuck off. Limp dick asshole.” She detested cowards who tried to take advantage of others. One last warning. “Our family is on their way here. Right now. So, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get back in your truck and drive away.”
“What a shame.” He eyed her then licked his lips. “I’m going to have to hurry things along to avoid interruption. Your relatives will have to retrieve your bodies from the side of the road.”
Deep down, she knew this confrontation would end with someone getting his ass handed to him. But if the guy couldn’t take a serious hint—
From the rear of the SUV, Myanna yelped. Caress spun. The other jerk from the club had somehow managed to pull her friend from the car. He held her, his arm wrapped tight around her waist, a large hunting knife at her throat. Shit.
“Let her go, and you can walk away,” Caress growled.
“Why would I do that?” Asshat Number Two crooned.
This guy was big, like linebacker big. Well over six feet, he held her best friend like a rag doll. Myanna dug her nails into the guy’s arm across her chest, but the effect resembled a fly on an elephant’s ass. Caress cursed under her breath. If only I’d made her take some of Ravage’s defense classes, she could’ve at least had a better shot against this bastard.
Her own tormentor slapped one end of his bat in the palm of his other hand. “Such a waste of a pretty face. I can’t wait to shove my dick in your pie hole to shut up your sass. Little girl next to ya is mighty fine. We’ll have to have some fun with her, too.”
“This is your last chance to leave here unharmed. Get in your truck and go. Once our people get here, all bets are off.” This close to pack territory meant a death warrant for these two imbeciles. Even the trackers and patrol would come running—no one could miss these guys’ stench.
The asshole laughed. “I don’t think so.”
Myanna cried out. The coppery scent of blood slammed into Caress’s senses, bringing her around with a harsh growl rumbling in the back of her throat. A long slice rode along Myanna’s face, from the corner of her mouth up to her ear. Crimson wept from the deep gash.
The huge dude met her gaze. “Oops.”
The guy behind her laughed his ass off.
Caress’s hackles rose, every inch of her skin tingling. Her Wolf demanded to be set free to save her friend. She bared her teeth then looked at Myanna. “Use your heels, girl,” she whispered—these humans couldn’t hear her, but her best friend could.
Myanna’s eyes widened with understanding, and just as she rammed her stiletto into her attacker’s foot, Caress rushed them. She leapt. High, arcing above the SUV and shifting midair.
“What the fuck?” came the first guy’s voice.
Wailing in pain, the big guy stumbled, loosening his grip on her friend. Paws forward, jaws wide, Caress slammed into the huge man’s shoulders, knocking him back. Tumbling together, the guy managed to get one slice with his knife, the blade skimming a rib bone. Caress yelped, releasing her hold on his throat.
He scrambled back, the tall grass not offering him any refuge. Wide eyes stared at her through the darkness. His fear rolled off him, thick and sultry and savory, rippling over her fur. She stalked toward him, ignoring the pain in her side.
“Sean! Help!”
She rushed him. Jaws snapping onto his throat. Teeth piercing, digging, ripping. Her prey’s pulse rabbiting against her tongue. Hot blood pumping into her mouth. Until…until….
He stilled.
She dropped her prey.
A shot rang out.
Caress ducked down, used the tall grass as cover. She scanned the area. Myanna knelt behind the back tire on the side of the car opposite the man with the gun. Apparently, the guy got scared and ditched the bat, thinking bullets would stop her.
She met Myanna’s gaze, the pack bond strong between them. Caress would protect her. Protect the pack.
“Where are you, you freak?” The thin man with no meat on him turned in a complete circle, the pistol clutched in both hands.
Caress sniffed. Cold fear wafted her way. She rose within the tall grass and eased forward.
“I knew you bitches were trouble.” His hands shook.
Head low, ears back, she padded past her friend and onto the road, her claws tapping on the asphalt.
The man whirled in her direction. Eyes wide like a deer. “There!”
Another explosion ripped the air. Caress dodged, the bullet slamming into the SUV’s rear passenger door. She leapt.
Her razor-sharp teeth found purchase in her kidnapper’s neck. Her weight drove him to the road. Legs kicked. Arms flailed. The life-pulse hammered beneath her tongue while she ripped the human’s flesh to shreds. He lay convulsing, blood pouring out of gaping holes drenching the asphalt. His screams filled the night air as she tore into his stomach, ripping his entrails out, digging her claws into his face. Her Wolf smiled.
When, at last, he stilled, she stood over him. Ignoring her injury, she clamped onto one of his legs and dragged his body next to the other one lying in the grass.
Myanna left the safety of the SUV and joined her. She reached out. “You’re hurt.”
Caress yipped when fingers touched the tender spot. Legs weak, she sat.
Her friend smoothed her hand over Caress’s thick fur. “Thank you.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I wish I could’ve helped. I’m ashamed for being so useless by the car.”
She licked her pack mate’s injury. Pack. Safe. Caress stared out into the darkness, keeping watch.
Protect.
Howls echoed in the near distance. She forced herself to move toward the deceased as the other wolves drew near. Though their scents were familiar, this was her kill, and, when they moved too near, she snarled in warning. She tensed, prepared to attack anyone who came close to Myanna or the bodies.
“Caress,” a voice rang out in the darkness. “Stand down.”
She’d know the voice anywhere. Mate.
She padded to Myanna’s side and stood guard to protect her from any other threat, growls and snarls leaving her muzzle every few seconds.
“It’s okay, Caress,” her best friend told her. “They’ve come.”
“We’re here to help, darlin’.” Her mate, Ford, followed her every move.
Power like she’d never experienced washed over her, cocooning her in a sense of safety. Fury gave way to obedience. Whining, she lay down in her spot and rolled over, showing her belly. His strong hands comforted her, ran over her body, inspecting her injuries. She yipped when his fingers passed over the knife wound, but in her Wolf form she was already healing.
Another pack mate approached. Caress breathed in the scent of her brother and licked his palm.
“Shift now.”
Shifting sapped the vestiges of her remaining energy. Naked from head to toe, she couldn’t call upon her magic to clothe her. She wiped at her mouth, the back of her hand coming away crimson. Oh God. No. Her gaze shot to the tall grasses, and a haunting scream of agony came from the depths of her being as she took in the carnage with her human eyes.
“Shhh.” Ravage set his hand on her shoulder, speaking in a soothing tone.
“I did that?” Sobs ratcheted through her. Her Wolf held no remorse but shifted under her skin, anxious at her distress. “I-I’m a healer. Not a k-killer.”
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