The Cougar and the Wolf

by Mina Carter

  Early twenties…twenty five at the most. Way too young for her, she told herself as she nibbled her lip, but all she could think about was those strong arms wrapped around her. About peeling that tight t-shirt from what she could tell was a ripped body and running her hands over work-hardened muscles.

  Wolves’ve got great stamina…they’re like superman in the sack.

  Kelli’s voice, giggly and happy after her marriage to Stratton’s pack alpha last year, came back to haunt her and Kristen was forced to bite back her moan. A hard body built for loving and stamina to boot. She could put up with the wet dog smell, if the problem ever arose. She was way more interested in something else rising though.

  “Ms. Mann?” Kyle’s gravelly voice was almost a growl as he looked up from what he was doing, his blue eyes stained with amber. She held her breath, watching the struggle there as he carried on, his words strained but polite. “I’m almost done here. You wanna get in the cab for me?”

  Cab. With him. Stamina of superman.

  Her sex-starved brain latched onto the three thoughts and held on like a pitbull. Nodding, she turned on her heel and headed for the front of the truck, but before she could clamber up, he was there, his big hands wrapped around her waist as he lifted her easily into the cab. Murmuring her thanks, she had to give him credit. His hands didn’t linger, nor did he make the sort of crass comment she might have expected from any other guy. But then, she had been surrounded by creeps like Todd Stone for the last month, so her expectations were a little skewed.

  She settled onto the utilitarian bench seat, the thin padding a passing nod to some kind of luxury, and flipped the shade down quickly as he walked around the front of the truck. Checking her reflection she wrinkled her nose. Her makeup, subtle and barely there, hadn’t migrated with the heat so that was a bonus, but her hair was edging out of sexy and tousled territory and right into untamed mess. She sighed, flipping the shade up as he opened the door and hauled himself into the driver’s seat. It would have to do. At least she wasn’t at the bag over the head stage. Yet.

  The drive back into town was quick, a charged silence falling between the two of them as she searched for something to say. The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on her. Her life was built on networking and the ability to communicate, and she’d spent countless hours mostly naked simulating sex with the world’s hottest actors yet here she was, struggling to start a conversation with the first seriously hot ‘real’ guy she’d met for years.

  His big hands moved on the wheel, firm and controlling as he finally swung the truck into place by the garage she dimly remembered. She’d spent most of her childhood in nearby Stratton but trips to Katy, nicknamed ‘bear country’ because of its resident bear-pack, had been few and far between.

  “So…how’s a werewolf end up working in a bear town?”

  She found her voice as he cut the engine, debating going for sultry but deciding against it. She was at least ten years older than he was and he probably had her safely categorised as ‘older woman’. Nothing more pathetic than mutton dressed as lamb. No, bad analogy with a werewolf. She didn’t want him to eat her, unless it was in the oh yeah baby, fuck me now sort of way.

  Forearms crossed casually over the steering wheel, he looked at her through long strands of dirty-blond hair. The amber of his wolf had receded to a ring of fire around his pupil that fascinated her. Did that mean he was just a little bit wolfy? Dark and dominating rather than charming as he had been when he arrived to pick her and the car up? Or was it a warning sign that he was more into the full-on bad kind of eating? Her breath caught suddenly as she realised that, despite her best friend being a werewolf, she didn’t actually know that much about them.

  “Easy,” he grinned. “Mom’s a bear, dad’s a wolf. I work with my uncle Marty, he’s a bear too. And you don’t need to worry, I won’t hurt you.”

  “I’m not worried.” She blinked, her frown broadcasting her confusion. “How did yo—”

  “Fear is a sharp, obvious smell.” He tapped the side of his nose, a wicked little expression on his face.

  Fuck. Of course, Kelli had always been able to pick up when she was scared, especially when they’d snuck out at night…and known when she’d liked a boy. Could he…

  “So,” she said suddenly, ignoring the rush of heat to her cheeks. “How does that work. Are you like half-bear, and half-wolf?”

  His deep chuckle curled around her, reaching into parts that other men’s laughs missed. She nibbled her lip as her body responded, a rush of liquid heat dampening her panties. Trying to keep her movements natural, she pressed her thighs together and hoped like hell he couldn’t tell the effect he was having on her.

  His eyes darkened, his gaze dropping for a second to her crotch. Fuck, she’d been caught out.

  “Nope, just a wolf,” he replied as he pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the door, holding her gaze with his. “Mom’s a non-shifter, and none of us kids have manifested as bear. I’m all wolf…” he reached out to loop a curl of her dyed hair, a deep rich scarlet, around his finger. “So better be careful, Red, or I might eat you all up.”

  Oh God, yes please.

  Before she could answer, he was gone, dropping to the ground out the driver’s door with a dull thud as his booted feet hit the dirt. She swallowed, trying to ease the fire roaring through her blood but before she could get anywhere close, her door opened and he was there.

  Heat pulsed through her body as he encircled her waist with his big hands, and she bit her lip.

  “God, don’t do that,” he begged, his voice hoarse as she mangled the plump flesh of her lower lip with her teeth. His gaze latched onto her mouth, the amber and blue all but swallowed in turn by dark heat.

  “I can’t think straight…not with that and your scent—” he broke off with a groan, closing his eyes for a second. When he opened them, they blazed with amber and she was caught. Pinned by the power and magnetism that radiated from him like the blast from a furnace. She wasn’t worried about him hurting her. Somehow she knew he wasn’t going to be into the bad kind of eating, no matter what manner of creature lurked beneath his human skin. It was that skin, the body of the human male below her, that she was interested in. More than interested in…fascinated by.

  “Fuck, you smell fantastic,” he said, the edge of a growl in his voice.

  He lifted her easily, his casual display of strength startling and turning her on all the more. She wasn’t a lightweight by any means. Not overweight, she was still curvier than most directors liked but she didn’t care. Any suggestion she go on a diet was met with a one-fingered reply. Kyle lifted her as if she weighed less than a wet kitten, holding her easily as he buried his nose against her stomach and breathed in.

  A growl trickled from his lips, the sound heard more than felt through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her hands curled around his wrists as he slowly lowered her, sliding her down his solid body. She bit back her whimper as excitement sizzled through her veins at the contact. He was hard all the way down. Solid lines and plains of muscle that didn’t give as her curves pressed against him.

  The whimper broke free as they came face to face, her feet still off the ground, and the rigid length of his cock pressed into her soft belly. He was hard there too, and huge. Thicker than an iron bar, he could easily double as a damn flagpole. Jesus H Christ. Would it even fit?

  “You’re killing me here, Red.” He leaned down as he set her on her feet, his lips brushing against hers but not quite making contact. As though he were asking permission to kiss her…

  “Oh grandma, what big teeth you have,” she whispered, reaching up on tiptoe to press her lips against his.

  He chuckled, the sound degenerating into a growl. Or a purr. She couldn’t quite work out which, but then his mouth crashed down on hers. His kiss was wild and feral. Demand and claim written into it instead of gentle exploration. His warm, firm lips covered hers, nipped and caressed as he prised them open and drove inside.
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  She gasped at the intimate invasion, clutching at his muscled upper arms as he drove his hands into her hair and drank from her lips. He kissed her like a starving man with a banquet laid in front of him, his tongue twining and stroking along hers before flicking at the roof of her mouth, exploring with brutal thoroughness and leaving her weak at the knees. All she could do was cling to him, the depth of her response shocking her as she tried to crowd closer. She needed to touch him, stroke him, feel his skin against hers.

  Breathing ragged, she broke away, groaning as he simply carried on, leaving a trail of hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Rough hands pulled her shirt free of her jeans. She whimpered as big, callused palms stroked along her skin beneath it. How was she supposed to think when he did that?

  “Somewhere more…private?” she whispered, not sure whether it was a suggestion or a plea, the words surprising her even as they left her lips. She’d never been one for one-night stands; she’d always preferred to get to know her lovers first. To build up to the final intimacy of sleeping with them for the first time. But this was different. She’d never felt lust and need so strong and all consuming. His touch lit a fire deep within her, a thirst for more that she couldn’t ignore, couldn’t quench. She needed…no, she ached for him to touch her. More. All over. And she wanted to do the same to him.

  He paused for a second, his lips against the spot between her neck and her shoulder that drove her crazy. Idly, he grazed it with his teeth, the small danger punching arousal through her body again. A were’s bite was dangerous, wasn’t it? Could it turn her into the same sort of creature as he was?

  He did it again and her knees buckled, forcing her to clutch at his shoulders for balance. She needn’t have worried; his arms held her safe, secure in his embrace. Suddenly the danger was the furthest thing from her mind. She didn’t care if he turned her into a rabid bear the size of a barn, as long as he kept doing that.

  “Yeah, there’s a couch in the office. Looks like Marty went home already.” He nipped her neck again and rumbled in approval as she gasped and sagged against him, soothing the small hurt with a soft brush of his tongue. She shivered all the way down to her toes. “You sure…?”

  She’d never been more sure of anything in her life, but she fell in love with him a little there and then for not assuming they were going all the way. An honourable man all wrapped up in a body made for sin. Yeah, her little road trip was turning out well.

  “I’m sure. Very sure.”

  She couldn’t believe that was her voice, all husky and sexy as hell as she turned her head and caught his lips again. Their kiss could have seared paint off the very walls as he walked backwards, managing to slam the truck door and lift her in one smooth movement. He didn’t bother to lock it. No one locked anything around here. Everyone knew everyone else, and if anything got stolen the Sheriff just went and rounded up the usual suspects.

  Still locked at the lips, she wrapped her legs around his lean waist and let him carry her. Anticipation hummed through her body as he walked them around the back of the garage, breaking from their kiss to fumble with door handle. He swore, low and vicious as the door stuck and she chuckled, unable to resist teasing him by nipping at his ear lobe gently.

  “Fuck me. Red, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

  He opened the door with more force than finesse and somehow got them both through it. She nibbled and licked along the curve of his ear as he closed and locked it . Growls slipped from his big chest between the curses, and she knew her time to tease was running out.

  Two long strides took them further into the shaded darkness, and the outlines of a desk and an old leather couch formed from the shadows. Almost before her brain had made sense of the shapes he tumbled her down onto the smooth leather and buried his lips into her full cleavage.

  Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as his stubble abraded the tender skin of her breasts, his hot breath washing over them a second later. Large, work-rough hands made short work of her shirt as he pushed it up, aided by her wriggling, to pull it over her head.

  A grunt of approval sounded in the back of his throat as he leaned over her, those big hands smoothing up her ribcage to caress the full mounds barely contained by the satin cups of her bra. She’d always been big across the bust and felt slightly embarrassed by their size. But the way he touched her, the reverent look in his eyes as he leaned back and her human eyes could focus on him in the semi-darkness, made her want to revel in them. She arched her back to present the girls up to him like some kind of pagan offering.

  “You’re…you’re…” his words trailed off into a groan as she twisted and reached behind her back to snap the fastener between her shoulder blades. The bra gave, spilling her breasts into his hands as she pulled the thing free and dropped it on the floor with her shirt.

  “Fuck me,” he muttered as he cupped her, rolling her puckered nipples between his fingers.

  “I was rather hoping you’d fuck me.” Her breath caught as he leaned down to capture one of her nipples between his lips, pulling the turgid peak into the warm cavern of his mouth to suckle gently. Fire arrowed down from the captured nipple to her groin, her aching pussy clenching hard in demand.

  “Ohh, don’t worry. I’m getting to that.”

  His laugh was low, deep and wholly masculine as he flicked his tongue over the nipple he’d just suckled and turned his attention to the other one. Back and forth he went, laving the same amount of attention on both until Kristen thought she’d scream. Her body was alive, humming with need and anticipation, his ministrations driving the tension in her frame higher and higher until she thought something would snap.

  Something did snap. Sliding his hand down her quivering belly, he hooked a finger into the fastener of her jeans and popped it free. She froze, tits jiggling with each pant as she waited. Agonisingly slow, watching her every step of the way, he unsnapped each button on her fly, then spread the denim.

  “You smell fucking gorgeous,” he whispered roughly, dropping a kiss between her breasts as he slid between her knees. Strong fingers hooked into the sides of her jeans and her panties. With each kiss down her abdomen and across her soft belly, he tugged the pair further down, over her hips and down her long legs. Biting her lip to contain her whimper of need she lifted her hips to help him, wriggling as he pulled the denim free, her sandals already lost to the darkness. Her ass hit cool, worn leather, the feeling so darkly erotic that another gush of cream slipped from her, the musk of her arousal hanging on the warm night air.

  “I bet you taste just as good.”

  He spread her legs, sliding his large hands down her thighs to part the lips of her pussy. She whimpered as the cool air hit her heated flesh, fire automatically covering her cheeks as she realised she was spread out, open to his perusal…and for his pleasure.

  Did he like what he saw?

  “Pretty pink pussy, all plump and ripe.” His voice was lower now, almost a growl as he leaned forward, his lips mere inches from her cunt, his hot breath washing over her. “All mine to feast on. You want me to eat your pussy, little Red? Fuck you with my tongue until you come screaming over my face?”

  He didn’t give her chance to answer, instead leaning forward to give her a long lick from the entrance of her pussy right the way up to the engorged nub of her clit. Like a missile, he zeroed in on it, pulling the swollen flesh between his lips and suckling. She gasped, the sound loud in the mostly silent room as liquid pleasure joined the heat surging through her blood, punched through her veins by the rapid-fire beat of her heart. She knew he was a wolf and hadn’t expected gentle human-style sex, but his lovemaking was something else. Not giving her chance to adapt to the sudden presence of his lips around her clit, he skated his fingers through the slick folds of her pussy, found the entrance and thrust two fingers up deep inside her.

  She keened, her hips bucking and pressing her cunt harder against his face. He responded with a growl of approval, sliding the two thick digi
ts in and out of her tight channel, finger fucking her half to madness as his tongue danced against her clit. Hammering the heat and tension in her body as a master-smith hammered and honed a blade. Taking her higher and higher, closer to perfection with each thrust and stroke, with each lick and suck.

  Fuck.

  Her hands scrabbled on the couch, seeking purchase, something to hold onto as he relentlessly drove her out of her mind. She dug them into the cushions, curled around the edges as her hips rocked, riding his fingers and his tongue as he pushed her to the edge. A chasm opened beneath her, the darkness below a tumultuous sea of hard-edged pleasure. Time slowed, dilated as she walked the edge. Just one more touch, one more lick…and she would be done.

  He didn’t disappoint, twisting and scissoring his fingers deep inside her, stroking the sweet spot tucked behind her pelvis as he sucked hard on her clit. She fell, shattering into a million pieces as she came screaming his name.

  Her climax washed through and over her, ecstasy flowing from cell to cell until her entire body was filled to over-flowing. Wave after wave of sheer bliss crashed as he stroked and suckled, stretching her climax out as she bathed his fingers with her hot essence. Growling again, a soft, sexy sound she was rapidly becoming addicted to, he pulled his fingers from her with a soft pop and lifted up. She pouted, missing the feeling of fullness and his mouth on her clit, but he was already moving over her.

  Her breath caught as his bare thigh pressed against hers, a hard knee opening her further as he settled over her. When had he gotten naked? She opened her eyes to look up at him as the broad head of his cock brushed at the entrance to her pussy. She was slick, wet from both his mouth and her release. He pressed in. Their groans—one wholly masculine, the other breathy and feminine— mingled as her body stretched around him.

  He was big, his cock thicker and longer than any she’d had before. Kristen caught her breath, her hands on his upper arms, his hands braced either side of her head, as he pulled back a touch. Then he pressed in again, working himself into her a little more each time. She’d never felt so stuffed in her life, the feeling of fullness alien and so right at the same time. Finally he bottomed out, his cock brushing her cervix and he held himself still over her.