Rough (Wolf Ranch Book 1)

by Renee Rose

  I’d been in control for so long. There’d been no one looking out for me, not even when I was a kid. I was used to taking care of myself, but here, suddenly, was this guy who had followed me home and wanted me to get my rest and held me in the pool, so I could stretch out and float like a baby in the womb.

  Again, it was too good to be true.

  But I wanted to trust in it. I wanted this. I wanted what he seemed to be offering. Was I a fool to think, even though he’d been saying the words, really wanted it too?

  Just for today, I would. How could I ruin this place, with this guy, by thinking the worst?

  I could put the brakes on tomorrow. Take a step back. Right now, I just wanted to be present with Boyd, savor how he held me, what he did to me with his hands, mouth and dick. “I love this,” I murmured. “Maybe I do believe in fate.”

  I swore Boyd stopped breathing for a moment. Then he carried me straight out of the water like a man with a purpose.

  “What are you doing?” I laughed. “That was so nice.”

  “I need to be inside you again,” he rumbled, his voice raw. I saw bald need on his face. Hunger. The same look he had as he stalked toward me at the truck. It had been aggressive, heady. Potent. He’d spanked my ass, been rough. Wild, even. This though, it was just as intense, but it was as if he craved me, as if I were an addiction, and he needed another fix. “That okay with you?”

  I could totally relate. He’d just taken me less than an hour earlier, and I wanted to do it again. “God, yes.” I’d never felt so desirable in my life. He couldn’t fake passion like that. Could he? No, he definitely couldn’t. A dick hard like his couldn’t be faked. This guy was seriously into me. And I was going to drink up every delicious second of it.

  19

  BOYD

  I carried her to the pile of blankets I’d spread on the ground as Audrey had looked around. My original plan had been to spread these blankets out, treat her to a picnic, get to know her some more. Then, I’d fuck her. But that already happened at the truck. Both parts, the getting-to-know-you and the fucking.

  Now the blankets were for the reprise. This time wasn’t going to be slow and sensual either. I’d skip the toy this time. It wasn’t needed.

  My wolf was desperate to claim her because her ass was still pink from my spanking, and it was as close to a mark as I was going to get. Thank fuck, the moon wasn’t full, or I’d try to give her a mating bite. As it was, I was having a hard time holding back.

  But I didn’t want to.

  Audrey just told me she might believe in fate. For once in my life, things were falling into place. They felt right. As if I might have the woman of my dreams by my side. Wanting babies and a home as much as me. I’d been gone over a decade, and it seemed what I was looking for had been at home all along. I felt like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.

  There really was no place like home. It might be Wolf Ranch, but it was going to be wherever Audrey was.

  God, I didn’t even realize how lost I’d been all these years. Maybe since my parents’ death. I’d been playing the black sheep because I thought I was one, instead of taking responsibility, standing by my pack, being a real man. Instead, I’d played at being the champ, but it had all been fake. I’d been hiding the real me. No, I’d just been fucking hiding.

  But Audrey—sweet Audrey—made me want to stop running. To stand still. To stand beside her. To be the one she turned to, to lean on, to love. I wanted to be her man. Her mate. The guy who had the honor of… fucking her hard.

  Yeah, other things, too, but that’s all I could think of at the moment. I laid her on her back on the soft pile of blankets and searched for another condom in the pocket of my discarded shirt.

  The damn bandage I wore to hide my lack of a wound peeled up on one corner, and I hurriedly pressed it back down. I’d come clean with her soon. I had to. But right now—fuck!

  I looked down at her, her hair almost black dripping and spread out across the blanket. Her skin was pale and damp. I licked up a drop from her shoulder, breathed in her scent combined with nature. Lower, her nipples had crinkled into hard tips from the cooler air. I licked one, then the other. Lower, her belly was slightly curved, her hips wide and full. Her pussy was a dark pink and swollen from our earlier fucking. Her legs were slightly parted, knees bent. Every inch of her was perfect.

  “Can you see me without your glasses?” I wondered. Every time I saw her, she had them on.

  “This close I can,” she replied.

  God, I needed her.

  Desperately.

  I climbed over her, nudging her knees wide, so I could settle in between and claimed her mouth. Roughly. Passionately. I nipped her lower lip and sucked her tongue. I bit down her neck. One of my hands cupped and squeezed her breast, then I shifted to pinch her nipple. She gasped, and I made note of how she liked a little bite of pain. Maybe not a masochist, but she got hot having her ass spanked. It made me wonder if she’d like a little bite… perhaps at the crook of her neck.

  She’d opened her thighs wider, letting me settle so my dick slid over her slick folds. Her pussy was wet again and not just from the water. I smelled her nectar, sweet and alluring. This time, she carried the tang of fucking on her from earlier. I’d filled a condom with my cum, but still, she smelled like me. Not enough, but it was a start. She reached for me and knocked my cowboy hat off.

  “Oh, now you’re in trouble, darlin’.” I pinned her wrists down beside her head. Her broad smile as she struggled told me that she loved it. I felt her fight against the hold, then relent.

  Yeah, she submitted so beautifully. At the truck with her ass upturned, red with my handprints and a plug parting her lush ass cheeks, and now. “You don’t touch a cowboy’s hat.”

  “Oh yeah?” she dared, her voice taunting, but a soft smile turned up the corner of her lips.

  “That’s right. Now there’s going to be punishment.”

  She rocked her hips up against mine. “Mmm.”

  “Mmm, indeed.” I lowered my head to flick my tongue over her nipple, tracing it with the tip, then sucking, then nipping. When I pulled back, I slapped it lightly.

  “Oh.” Her eyes and mouth rounded at the same time.

  It was so fucking adorable.

  “That’s right, darlin’. Ever had your breasts spanked?”

  She rocked beneath me some more, trying to rub her sweet little clit over my hardened shaft. I thrust into the notch of her legs, my rigid cock gliding between her wet thighs. I could just slide right on in, take her bare.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned. The sensation was different than being inside her, but just as fucking erotic.

  “What?”

  “This is so hot.”

  “Um, Mr. Cowboy? You’re not in me yet.”

  I gave a pained chuckle, because my balls ached so bad, I couldn’t see straight. I switched my grip to pin both her wrists over her head with one hand then pinched her nipple again. I laved it with my tongue, drew back and slapped the side again.

  “What’s with you and spanking?” she asked.

  “What’s with you and loving to be spanked?” I countered.

  Her hips bucked wildly beneath mine. Yeah, my girl liked it a little rough.

  “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna come before I ever get inside you,” I groaned.

  She sucked her lower lip into her mouth for a long pull, then released it. “You’d better get inside me then, champ.”

  “You’re not ready yet.”

  She frowned, rolled her hips. “I’m ready. You got me ready down at the truck.”

  “You’ve got a tight little pussy, and I’m big. You might be all soft and swollen from the earlier fucking, but I won’t hurt you.”

  She whimpered as I kept licking and sucking, spanking and nipping at her tits. They weren’t huge, but they were real, so fucking soft and plump beneath my hands, and her nipples seemed to be hardwired right to her swollen and eager clit.

  Fuck. I wanted to make
her come before I did because I knew I was going to go off like a rocket the second I sank into her. My vision was sharpening, which told me my eyes might be showing the color of my wolf.

  I squeezed them closed, so she wouldn’t see. Released her wrists. “Now you keep those hands right there, you hear? Don’t move them or you’ll be punished.” I crawled lower.

  “Punished?”

  I gave her my most roguish grin. “Or I’ll spank that ass again, darlin’. Fate knows I love seeing my prints on your creamy skin.”

  I settled between her legs and pushed her knees wide, then licked into her. Her sweet flavor burst on my tongue. Her sensitive tissues were swollen and flush with blood from my dick giving her a workout. Her clit was hard and prominent, as if it were eager for my tongue. She immediately reached for my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my face against her warm flesh. I lifted my head and grinned up her naked body. “Uh uh. Bad girl. Looks like you’re getting spanked.”

  I flipped her over and lifted her hips, positioning her on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at me, her damp hair sticking to her forehead and cheeks. Out here in nature, naked, fuck… my dick dripped pre-cum. My wolf was panting, eager for her. Just like this.

  Her ass was still pink from earlier, reminding me how delicate her skin was. Not that I didn’t have plenty of practice with human women. I gave her a few more light slaps, then pushed her cheeks wide and rimmed her ass with my tongue.

  “Boyd!” she screamed, the sound echoing off the rocks.

  I did it again, and she made a warbling sound—somewhere between shock and pleasure. “Next time you disobey, I’m gonna fuck that ass, darlin’,” I said, although I didn’t mean it. Not unless she wanted me to, of course.

  “Boyd,” she whimpered again, like she was getting as desperate as I was. Her hips shifted, as if she were wiggling an imaginary tail.

  Fuck it.

  I ripped open the condom and rolled it on. So much for sweet sex on soft blankets.

  She was getting it raw and rough because it seemed holding back with her was not an option. And she didn’t want it that way. My straight-laced doc was a wild one.

  I lined my cock up with her entrance and dragged my sheathed head through her plump folds. Pure fucking heaven. I drew in a steadying breath before I sank into her heat. Tight. Wet. Perfect.

  I was lost in her. In the feel of her. In connecting with her like this. Seeking pleasure from her body and giving her pleasure in return. I gripped her hips and pushed in, forcing myself to go slow, not to hurt her. I was big, and she did have a tight little pussy.

  But she made the sweetest sounds—like uhn uhns that made me want to fuck her so hard she saw stars. My grip tightened. My thrusts increased in speed.

  “Harder.”

  Oh sweet fate, she felt so. Damn. Good.

  My eyes rolled back in my head as I took her faster. Deeper. Our flesh slapped together as I bottomed out. Her fingers gripped the blanket, as if that would keep her anchored.

  My teeth—oh shit!—my canines descended, like my wolf wanted to mark her here and now. I was fucking her outside. She was on her hands and knees, and I was pounding her from behind. Her sounds were almost words of love for my wolf. This was a claiming, all I had to do was sink my teeth into her neck and come in her.

  No. I tried to force the urge back down. Meanwhile, my hips jackhammered harder and faster, plowing into her roughly. I would never get enough of this, of her.

  A growl rose up in my chest. I trapped it in my throat, holding my breath. She whimpered, then moaned as she came, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, trying to pull the cum from my balls. It worked.

  I let out a shout and plowed deep into her, shooting my load. Before I finished, I managed to reach around and rub her clit, assuring she got off again. I needed to hear her cry my name. To know I was the one, the only one to satisfy the deepest, darkest fantasies.

  “Boyd!” she cried. Fuck, yes.

  Her knees slid out from under her as her channel squeezed my cock. I caught her waist to hold her up, holding those hips snugly against mine and rubbing her clit the entire time she came.

  And then I pulled us both to our sides, my cock still buried deep, my face in her beautiful dark hair. I breathed in her scent, listening to the sound of our combined breaths. Of her heartbeat.

  Of the birds singing their sunset song.

  I love you.

  I wanted to say it out loud. Three words I’d never uttered to a female before. Never felt for one. But I didn’t want to scare her off. And my female was definitely still skittish. It had only been a few days, and she’d called me on what I’d been and doubted I’d walk away from it all just for her. But she had to know now, after what we’d just shared, here and at the truck, that this was special. More. Everything.

  Soon, I’d tell her. And I’d come clean about what I was, too. Just as soon as I thought she could handle it.

  20

  AUDREY

  We dressed slowly. I didn’t think either of us wanted to leave. It had been such a wonderful afternoon. We laid on the blankets until the sun dipped behind the mountains and the sky changed from pink to purple and finally grew dusk.

  The sound of the waterfall blotted out the rest of the world. Made it feel like we were in our own special little paradise, where nothing could intrude. Boyd was right—it was one of nature’s most beautiful secrets.

  That was why it seemed only fitting, rather than shocking, when I spotted a grey wolf slinking along the rocks at the top of the waterfall. I gasped, first with surprise, then a little panic, then pleasure at the magnificent sight. “Look!” I pointed to the ridge.

  “Oh, shit,” Boyd muttered.

  If his response seemed strange, I didn’t have time to register it because at that moment, a shot rang out from the distance, behind us. I startled and slapped my hands instinctively over my ears.

  “Hold your fire!” Boyd roared, flying to his feet at the same moment I screamed, and the wolf gave a terrible yelp.

  I’d never forget the sound of it. I watched as the poor creature blasted sideways, the bullet striking its hindquarters. It lost its footing in slick moss and water.

  “No!” I screamed as the wolf fell over the edge, legs scrambling in the air as it took the drop into the pool. It hit the surface with a huge splash.

  Everything happened so fast.

  Boyd ran to the edge and dived into the pool after the wolf, which was insane.

  “Stop! Boyd!”

  Shit! It was one thing to admire its magnificence from afar, another to go after it. Did he not understand it was a wild animal he was attempting to rescue? The creature was badly injured. If it was alive, it would surely tear his throat out when he tried to help it.

  I stood at the water’s edge, holding my breath, trying to see beyond the bubbling surface of the pool. Time lengthened. Stretched. It felt like forever but was probably only a moment before Boyd popped from beneath the surface and walked out of the pool holding a lifeless wolf.

  “Oh my God, Boyd!”

  He dropped the bloody animal on the blankets and instantly started chest compressions. “Shift, kid. Now.”

  “Boyd, be careful,” I warned. “That’s a wolf, for God’s sake. He’ll wake up and bite you.” I wanted to help and was obviously trained in CPR, but I wasn’t a veterinarian. This was way out of my wheelhouse.

  The wolf jerked several times, water pouring out of its mouth.

  “Shift,” Boyd commanded again, his voice louder.

  And then bones cracked and crunched and the wolf changed. Into a human!

  I stared. Blinked. Yes, I had my glasses on. A naked male. Dark hair, slim build, late teens. Not a wolf.

  “Audrey, take over,” Boyd ordered, straightening. Water dripped off him, his clothes clung to him. He was breathing hard, his gaze dark. Fierce. I’d never seen him like this before. His fingers were on the guy’s neck.

  “What?”

&n
bsp; “You’re a doctor, and he’s been shot. He’s got a pulse, but he’s not breathing. Help him.”

  “But… but—”

  “Now,” he commanded.

  I blinked again and pulled myself together. I slid seamlessly into his place, dropping to my knees on the wet ground to provide rescue breaths. Human bodies I could handle—regardless of how they appeared in front of me. Had he just been a wolf? My training made it easy to go on autopilot, doing everything I could to save his life.

  Boyd was already jogging away and up the steep bank along the side of the waterfall. “I gotta keep Markle from seeing him. Do not call 911. And don’t worry about the gunshot wound, just get his lungs cleared.”

  I knelt beside the blankets where just a short time ago we were naked and… making love. No, that hadn’t been making love, it had been fucking. But it had been more than that.

  Now I was trying to resuscitate a kid who’d been a wolf. I heard Boyd speak, but it took a while for his words to filter in.

  Markle.

  Jett Markle had shot the boy—wolf. Whatever he was. Whatever the fuck just happened.

  I heard Boyd’s voice shout in the distance. “You just shot my motherfucking dog, Markle!”

  The sound of the two of them shouting continued, but I missed the rest because the boy at last coughed, and his lungs started to clear. I rolled him to his side and let him work the rest of the water out with gasps and coughs.

  “That’s it,” I encouraged. “You’re going to be okay.”

  Was that true? The kid just got shot. But Boyd had said not to worry about that part. And then the pieces started to fall into place. It was as if my brain finally understood what had been in front of me all this time. I wasn’t crazy.

  I now knew why Boyd’s wound that miraculously healed. Why he didn’t want me to examine it. How he’d walked out of the hospital right after being gored by a bull. The way he’d known this wolf was actually a man. No, boy. I looked at him more closely and guessed him to be sixteen or so. Not much more.