The Werewolf Mega-Bundle 1

by Mia Harris

  “Hannah, come and sit over here,” Lisa said, before jogging over to another rustic-looking fence.

  It was made of logs, and Lisa clambered up onto it before extending a hand to Hannah to help her up. From where they were sitting, they had a good view of the cowboys, and even though it was a fairly cool day, it must have been hot, hard work, because at least two of the men were shirtless. One of them came closer to the two women, and Lisa gently nudged Hannah with her elbow.

  “Check him out. He is seriously sexy,” she whispered.

  As Hannah took in his tanned, smooth skin, dark hair and angular jawline, she realized that Lisa was right, as usual. The man was gorgeous. Rivulets of sweat trickled down the hard, defined muscles of his chest and back as he turned his horse to the side and grinned at them, and he tipped his hat to them before riding away.

  “Oh, wow. He totally smiled at us. I think I want my very own cowboy now,” Lisa said.

  Hannah giggled and playfully swatted her on the arm. They heard Billy calling them back over to their horses, and a couple of hours later, the horseback ride was finally over. Exhausted, Hannah and Lisa went into their respective cabins and took long, hot showers before heading over to the guest ranch’s main building where, according to the brochure, there was a steak-house and another fancier restaurant.

  “Do you want to get steak? I don’t feel like being fancy right now,” Lisa said, and Hannah agreed.

  “Yeah, we came out here to get away from all the glitzy city stuff. Steak-house it is!”

  Over their early dinner, the two women chatted and giggled, grateful for their time away from their hectic work schedules.

  “It’s going to be a full moon tonight, apparently,” said Lisa between mouthfuls. “I overheard Billy saying that earlier. If we’re still awake when the sun goes down, we should go out and take some photos.”

  “Yeah, that would look amazing. We could even display some in the studio… if Javier actually approves of our photography skills,” Hannah replied, giggling.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the same cowboy from earlier on sitting over at the steak-house bar with a group of men.

  “Lisa… there’s that hot guy again,” she whispered, trying not to draw attention to herself as she very slightly nodded her head in his direction.

  Lisa turned her head and stared.

  “Oh, yeah, it is too!”

  “Wow, could you have made it any more obvious that we were just talking about him? Oh god, he’s coming over here,” Hannah said, dropping her eyes to her dinner plate in embarrassment.

  The cowboy strode over to their table and grinned widely, holding a hand out to her.

  “Hi. I’m Caleb Keilson. I think I saw you two lovely ladies earlier today, didn’t I?”

  Hannah introduced herself, and felt her cheeks turning pink as she felt an odd tingling sensation between her legs. Lisa asked Caleb if he had any cute cowboy friends that she could meet, and he smiled, saying that he might.

  “Well, what are you waiting for? Introduce me!” Lisa said. “Hannah, you coming?”

  “Um. No, I’m really tired. I might just go back to my cabin,” she replied.

  Something about the cowboy was making her nervous, but she couldn’t figure out what. It’s not just that he’s way too good-looking for me… there’s something else about him. He’s definitely hiding something. Lisa stood up and hooked her arm into Caleb’s, and as they walked off together, he turned his head over his shoulder and looked back at Hannah.

  His piercing blue eyes seemed to stare directly into her mind, and he smiled as if he knew the effect that he was having on her. Hannah shivered and looked away, feeling cold all of a sudden, and then picked up her handbag. After paying the bill, she walked back to her cabin, changed into a satin nightie and then collapsed into bed, exhausted from the long day that she had had. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered why Caleb had looked at her in the way that he had. What does that look mean?

  ***

  Hannah awoke in the middle of the night to a strange scratching sound at her cabin door. Half-sitting up, she rubbed her bleary eyes and checked the time on the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table. It was just after midnight, and she had gone to sleep at eight o’clock, so she had only been asleep for a few hours. Why did I wake up? Hearing the sound again, she remembered why. It must be one of the cats that Billy mentioned earlier scratching at my door. I suppose I can let it in for a quick pat.

  Sighing, she padded over to the door and opened it. There was no cat sitting there as expected, and she stepped out onto the porch to look around. That’s odd. Where did it go?

  “Here, puss-puss. Where are you? Want some scratches?” she called.

  The cat still didn’t emerge from wherever it was hiding, so Hannah shrugged and went back inside. It was difficult to get back to sleep now that she had been woken up because of the bright light from the full moon that was streaming through her window. Sighing again, she crossed over to the window to shut the curtains, and as she did so she heard the scratching at the door again.

  “Alright, alright, I’ll let you in,” she grumbled, wondering why on earth she was paying so much to stay at a place where she was obviously going to be harassed by cats all night long.

  Upon opening the door and walking out onto the porch, she saw that there was nothing there again, and was about to go back inside when she heard a low growl coming from her left. Turning her head, she saw an enormous wolf sitting on the end of the porch, looking straight at her. Oh, no. I thought this ranch was meant to be safe!

  She knew that the wolf had seen her, but hoped that if she slowly backed away and went back into her room, it might leave her alone. As she took small steps backwards, she kept her eyes on the animal the entire time, and was surprised that it didn’t move at all. So far, so good.

  Suddenly, the wolf’s eyes seemed to glow a bright amber color, and Hannah couldn’t help but scream in terror and turn to run away. Once she was inside the cabin, she turned around again to slam the door shut, and saw the wolf lunging at her. Shrieking, she fell to the ground and squeezed her eyes shut, wondering if these were going to be her last moments on earth.

  To her surprise, the wolf didn’t attack her. She could feel it licking her neck and arms, and its warm breath on her cool, exposed skin actually felt quite nice. Keeping her eyes closed, she let out a yelp as it gently nipped around her collarbone, and then heard a smooth, low voice growling in her ear.

  “God, you’re sexy. I have to have you, now,” the voice said.

  Hannah’s eyes flew open in shock, and she saw Caleb crouched on top of her, shirtless.

  “What? What’s happening? Why are you here?” she cried.

  “What do you think is happening?” he murmured, sliding his mouth over her neck and ears before nipping at her earlobes.

  “This is a dream…. This is a dream,” she whispered, closing her eyes and willing herself to wake up.

  When she opened her eyes again, the sexy cowboy was still on top of her, an amused smirk crossing his face as he continued to pin her down to the floor.

  “This isn’t a dream. I’m here, and I need to have you,” he growled again.

  Hannah suddenly remembered the full moon, and immediately realized what he was.

  “You’re… you’re a werewolf!” she said.

  “That’s right,” he said, his eyes glowing yellow again. “I’m a werewolf, and I need to mate with you. You’re my exact type.”

  “What do you mean?” Hannah asked, still terrified.

  Caleb shifted his weight on top of her so that she was completely unable to move, and then grabbed her wrists and dragged them above her head, holding them down with one hand.

  “I mean, you’re the exact type of woman an alpha like me needs as a mate. Gorgeous and curvy… women like you drive red-blooded wolves crazy. Now, I’m going to have you,” he growled.

  Hannah looked into his eyes as they blazed with desire, lit up eve
n further by the moonlight that was streaming through the window and open door.

  “No, I…” she started to say, before being cut off by Caleb leaning down and silencing her with a rough kiss.

  His stubble grazed her chin, and his lips felt surprisingly warm and soft as they pressed hard against hers, his tongue searching for a way into her mouth. Despite her better judgment, she found herself tilting her head slightly to the side and opening her mouth to him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

  After a moment, Caleb broke the kiss and began to nuzzle her neck, inhaling the vanilla scent of her body lotion before nipping at her delicate skin again. Hannah cried out again, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. Her neck was one of the most sensitive spots on her entire body, and his gentle nibbles and caresses were sending powerful shivers through her body, running up and down her spine before flooding her mind with nothing but desire for the handsome werewolf. Oh god, why is my body responding to him so quickly? He attacked me!

  He continued to nuzzle her neck, and she let out a soft moan as a distinct heat began to spread through her body, starting in her chest, spreading down to her belly and then between her thighs. Keeping her hands held up above her head, Caleb slid his mouth down her body, wrenching the straps of her nightie over her shoulders with his free hand, allowing it to bunch up around her waist.

  Her nipples began to stiffen as the cool night air swept over them, and as his eyes lingered on her full, soft breasts, he growled softly and leaned down, gently grazing her left breast with his stubble. Hannah picked up on the faint spicy scent of cologne mixed with sweat, and a bolt of lightning seemed to burst through her veins as he took her nipple in his warm mouth, gently nibbling and sucking it before tracing delicious little patterns over her creamy flesh.

  Seconds later, he moved his head back up and stared into her eyes again. Hannah gasped softly as she saw the look of barely-controlled desire with just a hint of violence on his face, and couldn’t believe how utterly wild she was driving this man… or werewolf. Whatever he was, it didn’t matter… she was drawn to him just as much as he was to her, and the feeling didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

  “Still going to say no to me?” he asked, his voice gravelly and entirely masculine.

  “No. I mean, no, I won’t say no to you,” Hannah replied breathlessly, suddenly desperate to feel the hardness that was digging into her thighs buried deep inside of her instead. Has it really just been that long since I was with a man, or is there actually something that deeply arousing about this man? she wondered.

  As he kissed her again, she realized that it was the latter. There really is something about him. I need him, and I think I always have needed him. Knowing how badly she wanted him now, she urgently kissed him back, hungrily exploring his mouth and mapping every part of it with her tongue before breaking away and letting out another soft moan. The heat between her legs had turned into a powerful tingling, and she felt as if she might go crazy if she didn’t have something inside her soon.

  Without warning, Caleb released her hands, scooped her up in his strong arms and stood up. He crossed the room, threw her onto the bed, and then strode back over to the door before kicking it shut. Hannah’s nightie was still around her waist as he slowly stalked back towards the bed, and she slid it down over her thighs and ankles, watching his eyes burn with arousal as he saw what she was doing.

  He kicked off his boots and unzipped his pants, still staring at her as he stalked closer and closer, and Hannah skittered to the top of the bed and pressed her knees together hard, suddenly nervous. Caleb climbed onto the bed, dragged her legs down until she was back in the middle of the bed, and then yanked her legs apart.

  He settled his weight on top of her so that he was holding her down again, and then began to grind his body against hers, eliciting soft moans from Hannah as he ran his rough hands up and down her arms before groping at her breasts, squeezing and cupping them.

  Hannah sighed at the pleasure of his touch and tried to arch her back to meet his body. He smiled and held her down, seemingly wanting to dominate her and control every movement, and she heard him growl softly as he took her left nipple in his mouth again, his tongue teasing it while the thumb and forefinger of his left hand tweaked and teased her right nipple.

  For a moment, Hannah could barely breathe as the heat continued to grow between her legs, turning into a wild, raging fire within her core as she imagined him inside her. Realizing that her hands were free, she reached up and ran her hands through his dark hair, and then gasped as she felt his hardness brushing against her thighs again.

  Caleb continued to explore her breasts and grind up against her body, and then began to move down the bed. His warm mouth descended over her belly and thighs, and then came to rest directly between her legs, and he looked up at her with a wicked grin before sliding his tongue in between her folds, tasting her sweet, tangy juices and lapping gently at her throbbing clitoris.

  Hannah reached down and slid her hands onto the back of his head, pulling him against her harder as he swirled his tongue around on her clitoris in slow, tantalizing spirals. As a pressure began to build deep inside her belly, she cried out in delight and tangled her fingers further in his hair, spreading her legs as wide open as she could. Caleb lapped at her, slightly faster now, and more urgently.

  She could hear his soft panting as his licking grew even faster, and moaned softly as he began to drive her crazy by alternating his strokes with little nips on her thighs. She reached up and grabbed the bedhead as she drew closer and closer to orgasm, quivering with a pent-up desire that demanded an imminent release.

  Fireworks seemed to go off in her mind and body all of a sudden, and she moaned with ecstasy as the wild waves of pleasure crashed over her, flooding her with an incredible warmth and an even more heightened sense of desire for the man between her legs.

  As she sighed and trembled beneath him, Caleb smirked and settled his weight back on top of her, sliding a finger between her folds and occasionally brushing against her still-sensitive clitoris. He explored her tight, wet warmth with two fingers, and then tugged his underwear aside, slowly pulling the fingers out and pressing himself against her entrance.

  Hannah cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he plunged into her, his thick cock invading her warm tightness and stretching her in a way that she hadn’t felt in so long. He moved all the way inside her, and then stopped, giving her time to get used to the feeling of him filling her up.

  As she began to relax and adjust to his girth, he began to slowly move his hips back and forth, grinding his groin against hers as he slowly thrust in and out and sending shockwaves through Hannah’s entire system. She was still sensitive and throbbing from the first orgasm, and his movement against her body as he held her down was nearly enough to send her over the edge again, crashing into another ocean of pleasure.

  Moments later, he began to increase his tempo, moving faster and harder inside her, and Hannah took the opportunity to wrap her legs around the tight muscles of his back, watching his eyes darken with pleasure as she made herself even tighter for him. She was so close to coming again; all she needed was a little push.

  He leaned down and growled into her ear, and she cried out as she felt the waves of pleasure descend over her, again and again, provoked by the sound of his deep, guttural voice. Her toes curled and her legs quivered uncontrollably as the orgasm flooded her body with more warmth, and Caleb continued to thrust hard inside her, waiting until she had recovered. When her eyes started to focus on him again, he leaned down and slid his mouth against her ear.

  “I want you from behind now,” he said. “Turn over.”

  He slid out of her and watched as she obliged, turning over on all fours and arching her back. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide, and waited for him to enter her, and he growled softly and grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he rubbed his hard cock up and down her warm, wet slit. Hannah let out a whimper of
frustration, desperate to feel him inside her again.

  Seconds later, he was plunging back inside her, and she cried out in pleasure as he pumped himself in and out of her, punctuating each thrust with a soft groan as he watched his cock disappear into her soft wetness. Hannah bit her lip and looked over her shoulder again, gasping as she saw the look of concentration on his face as he plunged in and out of her.

  His jaw clenched as he saw her watching him, and he leaned down and slid his mouth over her ear.

  “I’m going to come inside you, and when I’m done, you’ll be begging for more. I’m going to keep fucking you until you’re pregnant with my children,” he growled. “Say that you want to be my mate.”

  She didn’t know why, but the thought of being impregnated by the sexy werewolf drove her wild, and her mind clouded with ecstasy as he reached around and between her legs, rubbing her clitoris softly as he continued to thrust in and out of her from behind.

  “Yes! I want to be your mate,” she cried in response, realizing that she really did want to.