Lunewulf Law

by Lorie O'Clare

  Her surroundings transformed before her eyes. Dark shadows turned to gray. The smell of her soaked fur filled her nostrils, but along with that, the damp ground underneath her, the sweet pines surrounding her, every scent filled her senses. She shook herself furiously, no longer cold, and feeling so alive and in control of the night.

  How long until Nik would get here?

  She suddenly couldn’t think of anything other than fucking him. He would show up soon, having run as hard and as fast as they had to reach her. He would be hot and sweaty, his heart pounding and energy peaking inside him. Would he take her just as hard and fast in their fur?

  Sophie stretched out on the ground next to their clothes. Sooner or later Elsa and Johann would be back. More than likely with Elsa pissed as hell again and Johann doing everything in his power to calm her. She rolled over, staring at the stars through the branches above her. They twinkled and glowed while the moon washed over her with its bright light.

  She closed her eyes and Nik filled her thoughts, creating a need in her so intense the pressure was too much to bear. In his fur, his cock was twice the size as in his human form. He’d fill her completely, popping the swelling desire that had her almost quivering. Every inch of her would explode and come would flow freely. She pictured it so clearly it was as if she could feel his powerful muscles touching her everywhere. Sophie ached to touch him, taste him, experience him inside her while he panted above her. The sweet, musky smell of her lust filled the air, and she breathed it in, wishing more than anything that he would get his ass here now and fuck her under the moonlight.

  The vague scent of lunewulfs grabbed her attention, and she rolled over quickly, coming to her feet. Instinct prevailed and she sniffed the breeze coming toward her, picking up the smell of her kind.

  She felt the pounding of the ground before she saw two white shapes approaching quickly. Another smell grabbed her attention too. Sophie turned, spotting Nik as he appeared between the trees. He was large and deadly looking, with his white teeth pressed against his fur, his mouth parted and grinning devilishly at her, as if he already knew what she’d been thinking.

  At the same moment, Elsa dove into the clearing, sliding to a halt so quickly that dirt flew up from her claws digging into the ground. Johann was right behind her and jumped on top of her. Elsa screamed and slid out from underneath him, racing around Nik and hiding behind him as she growled fiercely.

  Sophie froze, watching the two males as they sized each other up. Elsa had just demanded Nik’s protection, and in their fur, certain laws existed that humans wouldn’t adhere to. Nik would fight and kill to keep her honor. Sophie didn’t doubt it for a minute.

  Johann lowered his head. His shoulder blades rose in his back like shields, wrapped with powerful muscles. He barked once, a sharp and fierce command. Elsa’s low growl made her answer clear enough. She didn’t want him.

  Sophie stepped backward, fear wrapping around her and making her heart pound way too hard in her chest. Nik and Johann would fight and possibly one would die. She yelped at Johann—quit being a bastard—but he ignored her. Nik held his head high, not moving and staring at Johann with silver eyes that glowed like small moons in the darkness. When he’d first appeared through the trees, Sophie swore she’d smelled lust on him. His triumphant grin at finding her by herself showed his pleasure, even if she hadn’t detected it with her other senses.

  Now he looked pissed. Damn Johann for putting him in this position—for stalking her littermate continually and not wishing to hear “no”. She hated that it had come to this. And glancing from Nik to Johann, she prayed this wouldn’t tarnish their friendship—or worse, get one of them killed.

  Johann tried stepping around Nik, which brought him closer to Sophie. Nik leapt at him, putting his massive body between her and Johann.

  Stop it, you two! She barked frantically at both of them.

  Elsa snapped and growled and darted around Sophie. Nik moved in front of both of them, his large white body blocking her view of Johann. The terrible growls grew between the two males, and she swore Nik grew in size before her. Both males lowered their heads, their shoulder blades arching in their backs, and bared their teeth at each other. As Nik edged closer, Sophie got a better view of Johann. He looked deadlier than she’d ever seen him look before. And Nik smelled cruel—and pissed.

  This wasn’t how she wanted tonight to end up.

  Nik leapt at Johann and Sophie yelped before she could control herself. God. Please stop this! At the same time, Elsa let out a spew of nervous barks. Her littermate didn’t expect that jumping behind Nik would bring the two males to this either. Both men were honor bound, even if Johann practiced his methods of honor slightly differently than Nik did. Sophie didn’t doubt for a moment that if her littermate had known asking Nik for protection would instigate the possibility that the two males might kill each other, she might not have raced behind him.

  Johann took a step backward and then slowly started turning into his human form. Sophie was surprised at the act. She watched him straighten while his fur receded into his body and his face contorted.

  “Fuck this,” he said, his words so garbled she almost didn’t understand him.

  At the same time, Elsa grabbed her clothes in her mouth and tore off past the three of them—gone into the darkness in a matter of seconds.

  Johann turned to watch her disappear, and for a moment Sophie feared he would return to his lunewulf shape and chase after her. Instead he turned and pointed a finger at Nik, who still stood in front of Sophie.

  “I wasn’t out of line,” he snapped, his attention diverting from Nik to Sophie. “I would never rape Elsa. Never!”

  He snagged his clothes off the ground, his naked body shimmering with sweat and his breathing making his chest swell and contract. She watched him tie his clothes around his neck, turning his back to both of them.

  There wasn’t any fear or anger in the air around them anymore. Johann’s frustration mixed with his strong human smell of sweat. Nik stood in front of her, watching Johann without moving or uttering a sound. She was more than content to stand behind him in her fur, protected from the elements while Johann shook and struggled with his clothes until he made a rope out of them.

  When his clothes were secure he turned around again, letting out a long sigh as he studied both of them. “Elsa hasn’t been tarnished in any way, Sophie. You have my word on that. Nik, you’re an honorable lunewulf. I’d protect your bitch just as you did mine just now. You know that. I’ll track her back to her den, and you have my word that I won’t try to touch her again tonight.”

  Nik raised his head, still remaining silent and watched Johann resume his lunewulf form. He looked at them with his almond-shaped silver eyes and then turned and took off running in the direction Elsa had gone. Sophie let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Then it dawned on her that she was alone in the woods with Nik—with her mate—and they were both in their fur.

  Chapter Seventeen

  The instinct to dominate, to claim what was his and whom he’d kill to protect ran rampant through his blood. More than anything, he wanted to mount Sophie. They were alone and he could smell how willing his little bitch was. Nik wasn’t perfect. Hell, he had a list of faults.

  Johann had just called him honorable. And the lunewulf was right. But Sophie would be honored too.

  Nik wouldn’t take Sophie to her other mates with his come filling her. Jonathan and Lukas would know Sophie was fresh and clean, excited and willing to have them. They would see her as the incredibly beautiful bitch that she was. Not once would they ever view her as a whore or a slut.

  He endured her pouting as they ran back to his car. She didn’t understand his refusal to fuck her. And damn if he didn’t want to. But there would be time. Plenty of time. He would enjoy her sexual eagerness in her fur and in her flesh again and again.

  When they arrived at his den, he took her cold hand and led her to the front door. One breath co
nfirmed the salty nervousness that seeped from her.

  “Are we alone?” She looked up at him with wide-eyed blue orbs, licking her lips and searching his face.

  He tightened his grip on her hand. “For now.”

  “Grandmother will throw a fit if I’m out all night.” Her lower lip came out in a perfect little pout when he closed the door behind them, enclosing them in the warmth of his den. He could so clearly imagine sliding his cock between those perfect lips. “How long…how long before Jonathan and Lukas arrive?”

  All he’d told her on their way over here was that the two males waited for them at Howley’s. He didn’t want her so nervous that she would back out. And at the moment, she looked close to doing just that.

  “You are my mate. I can keep you out all night, and for the rest of our lives if I choose.” He loved watching her bright blue eyes narrow into suspicious slits while happiness gave her a fresh scent. The sweet smell of pine still lingered on her from their hard run back to his car. “And Jonathan and Lukas will come over here when I call them.”

  “Oh.” She chewed her lip. Would she back out? “I guess we can’t leave them sitting down there all night.”

  “We can take all the time you need.” He brushed his fingers against her cool cheek and watched her attention dart around the room.

  “I guess it’s better to get it over with.”

  “I don’t want you doing this simply to get it over with.” He ran his fingertips over her moist lips. Knowing she might refuse to acknowledge pack law no matter how others would scorn her hit him hard enough to bring him pause. “I swear to you, Sophie, all that matters about this evening is you.”

  “And all I’m thinking about is you, wolf man,” she said, confirming his thoughts, and then she opened those pouty lips farther when he touched them and sucked his finger into her mouth.

  His cock danced to life, blood filling it quickly enough to make him lightheaded. “Then we’ll enjoy this together. They’ve both insisted that I honor them with the right to protect you when I can’t.”

  “Really? Well as long as they both know that I howl only for you.” She pushed his finger out of her mouth when she spoke, but then sucked it back in with a new energy and looked up at him with wide blue eyes that glowed with passion.

  His small fears quickly subsided and he pictured her being fucked by the other males. It would be so fucking hot to watch, and it would happen soon, within the hour. Once he called them, they would arrive in minutes, ready to fuck his bitch.

  “I have something for you.” He almost hated pulling his finger from her hot little mouth.

  “What is it?”

  Nik walked into the dining room, enduring the intense throbbing as his cock pressed against his jeans. He held out the bag of garments he’d purchased for her and watched her delighted expression when she accepted it.

  “I can’t believe you bought lingerie,” she whispered, quickly taking in its contents.

  She would never know how hard it had been to go into that store alone and pick out what he wanted her to wear.

  “Undress for me, Sophie.” He sat on the couch, barely able to think straight with all blood draining to his crotch. “I want to watch you strip and then put that outfit on.”

  “I love lingerie.” Her delighted smile let him know he’d done the right thing.

  She would wear what he’d bought for her, be dressed in clothes he’d chosen when he presented her to the other males. His heart swelled almost as painfully as his cock, a warmth he hadn’t experienced before filling his insides. Sophie made him happier than anyone ever had in his life. She was his bitch—his mate—and she was willing to do anything, experience anything so long as she did it by his side.

  Sophie moved in front of him, placing the bag on the coffee table between them. Gripping her sweater, she slid it up her body, stretching as she exposed her tummy and chest to him. Plump, perky breasts spilled over her pink lacy bra. Strands of blonde hair fell over her shoulders and then swayed around her when she removed the sweater and dropped it to the floor.

  A slow smile played on her lips. She was enjoying herself. It was good to know, and to see. Nik wouldn’t have her doing this just to get it over with.

  Her delicate fingers traced invisible lines over those mouthwatering mounds of flesh and lace. He wanted her to give him this private show, finger-fuck herself, beg him to take her first, before the other lunewulfs showed up.

  She unzipped her jeans, torturously slow, then slid them down her long, slender legs.

  His heart pounded in his chest, matching the throbbing in his cock.

  “Damn, Sophie.” The tip of his incisor pricked the inside of his lip. He tasted his own blood, which called forth the beast inside him. He fought to maintain control of his senses. “I can’t promise to control my actions when you torture me like that.”

  She looked very pleased with herself. “But you told me to undress for you,” she said in a very innocent tone that dripped with amusement.

  “So I did.” He wanted to help her, rip those clothes from her body, send lace flying everywhere and watch her breasts bounce free. But if he moved one inch, he would never see the outfit he bought on her.

  She slipped out of her bra and lace panties, then pulled the black silk corset out of the bag. “It’s so beautiful,” she whispered.

  “Not as beautiful as you,” he answered instantly, his voice garbled while emotions tore at his insides. “Put it on.”

  She pulled it on and adjusted it to her body. It fit snugly around her waist, accenting her already prefect curves. Those tits of hers looked even fuller and plumper when squeezed into the cups of the corset. He had to look like an idiot mutt with his tongue dangling to the side while he drooled and panted over the sight of her.

  Sophie reached into the bag again, flashing him a quick glance. Her eyes glowed, sparkling with hints of silver. That wasn’t the only hint he had that performing for him turned her on. The rich, musky aroma of her come soaked the air around them. He would be hard-pressed proving to Jonathan and Lukas that he hadn’t fucked her before they arrived. She pulled out the small thong that went with the corset and slowly bent over, then took her time sliding it up her legs. The way her ass curved and the angle she gave him made him almost explode in his pants. The corset made her waist look narrower, her hips curvier and pushed her breasts together so damned perfectly.

  “You’re driving me insane.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No,” he said quickly, and she giggled.

  Her wonderful scent wrapped around him. Then she looked down and her long hair flowed over her shoulder while she situated the thong, taking care to ensure it was on right. A raw hunger ate at him just watching her place the material over her pussy.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you. And I can’t wait to watch you get fucked.” The time had come and he had to prepare her.

  But she was so fucking hot he needed a moment to stare at his perfect little bitch. Her blonde hair glowed from the lamplight in the living room and crystal blue eyes searched his face, needing his approval. She didn’t have any scars on her body. He would see to it that she never knew a challenge or battle. Every inch of her was perfect, and he believed it was his job to keep her that way, inside and out. Her narrow muscles and petite waist added to her sex appeal.

  “Turn around.”

  She obeyed instantly, giving him a wonderful view of her round ass. “Like the view?” she teased ruthlessly.

  He stood slowly—the lethal weapon in his jeans made movement difficult.

  “So fucking much,” he breathed hoarsely.

  Nik cupped her ass and spread it to give himself a view of the black elastic that pressed against her asshole and disappeared over her soaked pussy—a pussy he craved to eat.

  “Something you want?” She shook her ass, tossing her hair over her shoulder and looking over it at him.

  “God. Yes. Jonathan and Lukas won’t believe their eyes.” He
dragged her back to him, pressing the soft flesh of her rear end against his inflamed cock.

  Breathing in her lusty scent, he buried his face in her hair, then scraped his teeth against the soft part of her neck. He stared down her front at the swell of her breasts, pushed up and together from the corset. It was a view that would torment a saint.

  “You’ll enjoy watching?” She looked over her shoulder, stretching against him and staring up at him. Her breath was warm and moist against his skin.

  He sure as hell enjoyed the view she offered him at the moment. What he wouldn’t do to slide his cock between those breasts.

  Nik reached for his phone, knowing the time had arrived. He flipped it open while holding her and punched the number for Howley’s. “Let me talk to Jonathan Abram.”

  Sophie stiffened in his arms, her scent changing drastically. She turned quickly, panic gripping her as her expression tightened. Sensing her instinct to run kick in with a vengeance, he grabbed her.

  “This is Nik. We’re ready.” He stared into her eyes, watching the deep blue of her orbs flash silver as too many emotions attacked her.

  “It’s okay, my sexy bitch,” he whispered when he hung up the phone. “We’re in this together. And I have a feeling you’re going to love being fucked by all three of us at once.”

  “This is the best way. And I agree,” she told him, slowly relaxing while he held her. “When I think about it, I get all hot. But now that it’s here, going to happen—I guess I’m just a bit nervous.”

  “You love to fuck.” He was nervous too. And he should tell her that. It just didn’t seem right to add to her fear by not being strong for her. “I see how you crave it when you look at me.”

  “I crave being with you,” she insisted, turning completely and running her fingers up his front to his shoulders. “You turn me on, Nik, not any other lunewulf.”

  No one had ever said anything more wonderful to him ever. He wrapped her into his arms, loving the smooth feel of her corset, the way her breasts pressed against him and her incredible aroma—a mixture of love and lust.