Feral (Wolf Ranch Book 3)

by Renee Rose

  “Did you seriously get on the roof alone?” I countered. “One of the ranch hands does something like this, he’d be shoveling manure for a month. You’ll only get your ass spanked.”

  She was still squatting down on the roof, but I couldn’t miss the way she squirmed. “And you think you’re the guy to do it?”

  I tilted my head to the side, drinking in the sight of her. Feisty. Aroused. Pretending to be invincible. “Course, it’s not punishment if you like it. We’ll go with Plan B.”

  Her lips stretched into a grin. “Catch me if you can,” she taunted and nimbly as could be, lunged for the ladder and swung a leg down onto it.

  I cursed, throwing myself onto my belly to catch and hold the ladder for her, but she was already halfway down, grinning up at me with a wicked smile.

  I climbed down as she went through the open window, then I picked up the ladder, chucked it off the roof where it landed on the ground with a loud crash.

  “Watch out, angel. Your ass is now mine,” I warned, laughter in my voice as I followed her into the house.

  I was right. It was her room. Perfect.

  So long as she didn’t go for that pistol of hers.

  But she didn’t. She made it to the door, but I beat her, reaching past her head to slap my hand on it and slam it closed.

  She spun about and was about to say something that would most likely get her in even more trouble, so I shoved her against the door and kissed her. This wasn’t the tame kiss of the night before. No, this had all the pent-up energy since the first time I laid eyes on her right here. In just a towel and a dildo buried deep in her pussy. The next thing buried deep was going to be me.

  She was hot and wild in my arms. Aggression, anger, need. Passion. It all came out of her into the kiss. Fuck, yes!

  She gave as good as she got. She was a tiger, a wild one and was clearly in need of a good fuck.

  I pulled back but held onto her biceps. “If getting your ass spanked gets you hot, then getting your ass fucked is a better punishment for a wild one like you.”

  She was aroused, our arguing blatant foreplay. The kiss… a match to the inferno between us. I was pushing it, pushing her. I had to know. For a woman with a passion and needs like hers, under-satisfying her was just as bad as pushing her too hard. I’d give her what she needed, I just had to find out exactly what it was.

  An ass fucking? Yeah, that definitely jumped past first-base. But Natalie had been fucking herself with a huge dildo. No tiny vibrator for her. She knew what she wanted and went for it. I let her go and went around her bed to the nightstand. If a woman had a dildo, she’d have other toys, and they all had to be stored somewhere.

  Just as I thought, when I opened the drawer, I found a small collection of toys.

  “Bring it, cowboy,” she challenged.

  I laughed as I glanced from the drawer to her. “Let’s see what you have in here for me to work with.”

  She watched me, lids drooping, pupils blown with need. She wasn’t embarrassed, but I doubted anyone else knew the secrets the drawer said about her.

  I reached in, pulled out a butt plug that was far from small and beginner in style as well as a small bottle of lube. My dick had never been harder. Pre-cum seeped from the tip and was no doubt marking my jeans.

  “Yeah, you’re definitely getting your ass fucked.”

  9

  WILLOW

  Oh damn.

  Hot, hot damn.

  I’d never had a guy mess with me like this before. With Jett Markle, I was able to put up a wall or compartmentalize, especially since he was a suspected drug runner. Some kind of psycho-babble explanation for not letting a man in. Sure, it stemmed with the fucked-up childhood I had. Maybe I had daddy issues. Or maybe I never had any good example of love from the Carps. I’d had the opposite, using a rotating horde of foster kids not to support and care about but to line their pockets and get free labor on their ranch.

  Later, when dating men, sex was okay, but not relationships. I never sought a connection. Never wanted one. Hell, never felt one. With anyone.

  Until now. Until Rob Wolf and his dark gaze. His stern tone. His fucking protective streak a mile wide. Hell, everything about him pissed me off, made me giddy like a schoolgirl and made me horny as could be. Every thought of him made me hotter. That kiss the night before had been explosive, but his words now… holy fuck.

  Spanking me? Fucking me in the ass?

  Yes, please. I’d had anal sex before. I’d liked it, but I hadn’t liked the guy I’d done it with all that much. I’d discovered I liked things dark. Kinky. A little wild. He’d gotten me off but hadn’t lit my fire. But Rob?

  It wasn’t going to be punishment, and he knew it. The only way he’d truly punish me would be if he walked away like he had last night. Left me even needier than I was now.

  That would be punishment for him, too.

  Bring it, cowboy.

  I suddenly realized that my whole adult life I’d been resistant, even bitchy to men, trying to find the one guy capable of taking charge of me—the hellcat.

  It seemed I’d finally found him.

  He pinned me with his dark gaze, holding the lube and my biggest plug between the fingers of one hand. “Clothes off, angel. It’s time for your consequences.”

  This was the moment I went with it or walked away. Sure, it was my bedroom, but I knew deep down if I told him to slow his roll, he would. Somehow, he knew just how far to take this to make me hot. If anal wasn’t my thing, I had no doubt he’d be up for something else.

  I shook my head—not because I wasn’t right there with him. Only because I wanted him to work harder for it. “Make me.”

  He grinned. “You like it rough, huh?”

  I nodded, softening my knees, arms in front of me in a martial arts defense position.

  Rob walked over with complete self-assurance and tossed me over his shoulder. I’d twisted to dart away, but he was too fast. Too strong.

  Maybe I didn’t really want to get away. There was no maybe about it. I was right where I wanted to be and with exactly the right guy.

  I laughed, kicking as he carried me to the bed, then flipped me onto my back and pinned my arms beside my head.

  “Careful what you wish for, angel,” he murmured.

  Now that he loomed over me, it was even more clear how big he was. Not just his dick—all of him. I didn’t find his size and strength threatening, though. Only arousing. The fact that he’d tried to protect me, not once but twice… felt good. I’d taken care of myself since… forever. It felt nice to have someone watching out for me, someone big and brawny enough to take on some of my burdens.

  I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled hard, making him fall onto me.

  He laughed again. “Careful, angel. I could crush a little thing like you.”

  I tightened my grip with my inner thighs. “I’m not that little.”

  He pulled his hips back—as if to show me how weak I was compared to him, then slammed them back in, the bulge of his cock grinding in the notch between my legs.

  I moaned and rolled my hips to rub over his erection.

  He tsked. “Not yet. Punishment before pleasure.” He pulled back and flipped me to my belly, then tugged my wrists behind my back like I was under arrest. I hadn’t experienced anything so hot in my life. I wondered if I should tell him about the handcuffs I had in my bag under the bed, but he leaned down to murmur in my ear, “Or at least with your pleasure.”

  And that was when my spanking began.

  Oh my God.

  He slapped my ass fast and hard, over my jeans as I wriggled beneath, giggling and trying to dodge his big heavy hand. Butterflies fluttered in my belly, my pussy grew slick and a fever took over my entire body.

  It was exactly the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. It stung, but the heat bloomed. It was the kind of thing you read about in trashy romance novels but didn’t believe was really true. As the burn increased, I wanted more of it, even as
I struggled to get free. It was a combination of being at his mercy, being punished for doing wrong, and yet he was touching me in a way that wasn’t actually doing me harm. He knew exactly how this made me hot, how it turned him on, too, by having me to dominate.

  He went on longer than I thought. I didn’t know what I expected—a few swats, but he spanked me in earnest—maybe twenty-five times, then rolled me over on my back again and unbuttoned my jeans.

  His dark gaze met mine. “That was for being up on the roof alone.”

  I toed my shoes off, letting them drop off the edge of the bed. He tugged my jeans and panties down my legs and onto the floor. “And this is for making me chase you.” He took his hat from his head and dropped it on the floor beside him, then pushed my knees wide, dropped between my legs, and licked into me.

  I gasped, knees clapping around his ears, shocked at the sudden delicious intrusion. This was not punishment. Oh, hell no.

  “Uh uh,” he warned, pushing my knees open butterfly style and sliding his palms under my ass. “You leave these knees wide or you’re going to get a second spanking, and this time it will be my hand on your bare ass.”

  Oh God. This man.

  I freaking loved the growled threats. Loved the way he licked my pussy like his life depended on it. Like he’d never tasted anything so sweet. I moaned as he nipped and sucked my labia, then found my clit with his lips and suctioned over it.

  I screamed.

  I might have slapped my knees closed again, but he forgot his threat because he was humming into my flesh as he sank his thumb into my pussy and massaged my anus with a finger slick with my arousal.

  “Fuck,” I moaned aloud this time. I’d never been so turned on in my life. I pressed his face into me, my inner thighs trembling, thighs flapping against his ears.

  He lifted his head abruptly. “Don’t come,” he warned.

  I lifted my head, looked down my body at him. His eyes were… golden but were filled with heat. His mouth and chin were slick with my blatant need.

  “Wh-what?” Jesus, I had to come. I was so close.

  He removed his thumb from my channel and delivered a light slap to my clit, making me startle, then clench. “You need me to spank your pussy?”

  My cry echoed off the walls. I’d never met a dirty talker like him before, never knew it was so hot.

  Rob picked up the butt plug and coated it generously with lube. And then, with no preamble at all, began to screw the thing into my ass.

  I gasped, my anus squeezing tight in protest at the careful intrusion.

  Rob played mock stern, catching my gaze. “Uh uh. Open for it, angel. You were a bad girl. Now you’re going to take it in the ass.”

  And just like that, I opened. Because apparently this man had now bought and owned my body with nothing but dirty talk and a skillful tongue. And hands. Hell, everything about this guy was skillful, and I hadn’t even seen his dick yet.

  I moaned as he eased the plug forward, stretching me wide, filling me. I whined as it went past the widest part and moaned with pleasure when it was finally seated. How could I not come? Every nerve ending in my body was firing hot.

  The moment it was in place, Rob spanked my clit again. “You gonna keep them open for me, this time, angel?”

  My brain was so scrambled, it was hard to figure out what he was asking, but I bobbed my head with enthusiastic agreement and set my feet on the bed as wide apart as they would go. Anything to make him continue. Make him deliver the orgasm that loomed so. Damn. Close.

  I pressed my knees wide and waited, belly shuddering in with each breath, for him to lower his head again and show me how it was done.

  After one dark and heated gaze meeting mine, he did. With gusto. Rob slid his tongue around the inside of my labia, then penetrated me with it, then flicked it over my clit. I panted, sweating, feverish. Ready to combust or die if I didn’t come soon.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged when he lifted his head. “Please.”

  “Aw, angel.” His lips were even glossier with my juices now that the plug was in me. “I like it when you beg.”

  “Please.” I was completely shameless. I wanted it so badly. “Don’t make me get my gun.”

  He tossed his head back and laughed, and I paused to stare at him. I’d yet to see him smile, and it transformed him from dark and broody to… relaxed. I had a feeling he wasn’t like this very often, but then again, he was a man kneeling on the floor before a woman’s pussy.

  Rob slid two fingers inside me, holding my gaze once again as he swept them along my inner front wall. I was so tight with the plug and his fingers.

  I cried out when he found my G-spot, and he curled his fingers over it. Once, then again.

  “Now. Let me watch you come.”

  I’d never come on command before. I was able to climax fairly easily but never because someone told me to. Sex with Rob wasn’t going to be anything like I’d ever experienced. And with that one word, now, I came, my inner walls clenching around his fingers as I squeezed and released the plug. The combination of attention to both my holes had me coming harder than I’d ever known.

  I screamed and nothing like the day before when he’d walked in on me. This was as if he’d taken over my body, and it was his to command, to rule. Time ceased to exist, only the way he wrung pleasure from my body. I finally lay there, replete and sated, wilted and sweating.

  “We’re far from done, angel.”

  The clank of a belt buckle followed by the slide of a zipper had me opening my eyes. I lay there and looked as Rob opened his pants. He was watching me in return. I still wore my tank top and bra, but I was splayed lewdly on the bed, the wide base of the butt plug parting my ass cheeks.

  He leaned down, took off his boots, then stood back up. From my position, he was so tall, so imposing. The scent of my arousal was in the warm air. Only a soft breeze from the open window stirred the air. All was quiet except for my ragged breathing and the pounding of my heart.

  His hands went to the top of his jeans and my gaze lowered.

  “Want to watch?” he asked.

  I nodded, licked my lips.

  His hands moved upward to his plaid shirt, and he tugged it open, the snaps giving way.

  I stared at the smattering of dark hair on his chest that tapered to chiseled abs and then into a line that disappeared behind the open zipper as he dropped the shirt at his feet.

  Holy hell, he ate his vegetables as a kid. Broad shoulders, tanned skin, chest hair—I liked a little hair on a guy. Gyms should have a barn room for cowboy exercises like tossing hay bales and wrangling cows because Rob was rock hard… everywhere. I couldn’t miss the thick bulge in his jeans, and I watched as every inch of it was revealed as he pushed the denim down over his narrow hips. He took his pants and boxers off, but I wasn’t paying that any attention. I was staring, wide eyed, opened mouthed, at his dick.

  It was bigger than my dildo. Thicker. Longer. The taut skin was darker than on the rest of his body, smooth as if so engorged, it couldn’t get any bigger. The crown was blunt and huge, and I knew it was going to rub over all kinds of delicious places inside me. My pussy clenched in anticipation, but that wasn’t where he intended to put it.

  I’d never thought this before, but… was he going to fit?

  No wonder it went down the inside of his jeans.

  He gripped the base, stroked it once, then again.

  “Take off your shirt, angel. Let me see all of you before I flip you over and get in your ass.”

  I pushed up to sitting and lifted my tank over my head, then shucked my bra as he continued to work himself.

  He groaned when he saw my breasts. They weren’t big. Or small. I kind of liked them, with their little pink tips. From the way Rob’s jaw clenched and pre-cum seeped from his dick, he did too.

  “Fuck, there’s so much I want to do to you.”

  In the blink of an eye, he grabbed one ankle and rolled me onto my belly.

  “Grab a pillow
and put it under your hips. You’re going to need it.”

  I did what he said as he grabbed the lube again and worked it all the way down his length, so he was liberally covered. His clean hand came down on my left butt cheek with a crack. “Ass up. Head down, angel. Oh, look at you. You can be a good girl sometimes, can’t you?”

  The one orgasm had relaxed me, made me hot and ready for more, but his talk riled me up.

  I lay over the pillow and looked back at Rob standing at the side of the bed, like a big, dark haired Viking who was planning on marauding my ass.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous.” He stepped closer, reached down and carefully pulled the plug from my ass. I gasped at the action then again when one of his slick fingers circled me there, then slid in. “Ready, angel? You’re going to love your punishment. And so am I.”

  10

  ROB

  My wolf was pushing me to lay my body over hers, to feel every inch of her silky skin against mine, to slide deep into her pussy and fuck her, knowing how wet and receptive she was.

  Then sink my incisors into her shoulder. They’d dropped when she shifted her hips up in the air, showing off her plugged ass and pink pussy. I’d fuck her there, but later. First, I was giving her what we both wanted.

  It was the perfect sign of domination. The most intimate of connections. The most powerful of trusts. Her ultimate submission. The fact that someone as strong and self-sufficient as Natalie would be sprawled over her bed, parting her knees even wider as I watched, openly giving herself to me to claim her ass, blew my mind.

  When she wiggled her hips, I carefully pulled from her the plug she’d taken so beautifully. Dropped it on the bed. My hand was covered in lube from coating my dick, and I wanted to ensure she was as slick as possible. I was big. It was clear she’d done this before—she wasn’t nervous or tense, only eager—and I tried to push that thought away or I’d have to go hunt the guy down and kill him. But he’d just been practice for her. Still, I assumed I was bigger based on the way she’d stared, almost bug eyed, when I took my jeans off.