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by In Her Nature(lit)

  Chapter Four

  The scent of another werewolf grabbed her attention.

  She moved backward slowly, instinct having her hug the ground, while she searched the area for the source that heightened her senses.

  At the edge of the meadow, shadowed by surrounding trees, a large werewolf stood motionless. She couldn’t tell from the distance if she had been spotted, but knew if she could smell them then they could smell her.

  Johann’s words about running by herself ran through her mind. He would have her hide if word got out that she was out here by herself. A good fuck in the meadow was always fun, but she knew how men loved to talk.

  She shook the thought from her head. He wouldn’t control her. She wouldn’t let him.

  The large werewolf entered the meadow, moving slowly, and she realized then that it was a Cariboo werewolf. The beast almost doubled her in size, massive shoulder blades moving under a glossy white coat as its head lowered to the ground.

  It’s sniffing me out.

  Fear and excitement danced inside of her. She had no idea if this was her sex god or not. She had seen five of them at the funeral, and didn’t know how many lived in the area. But whoever he or she was, they had spotted her and moved in like she was prey.

  The werewolf moved closer, crunching meadow grass under his paws as he approached. And she noticed quickly enough that he was male. His cock was huge. The damn beast was built like a horse. She didn’t need to be a genius to know that in their fur they were not compatible, at least she didn’t think they were.

  Instinct told her to run. Curiosity made her hesitate. This creature, twice her size, approached through the grass and neared. She could smell his strength, his confidence, and his domination. In her beast form, the overwhelming urge to belly-up consumed her, to submit to his power, and surrender to a cock that would surely rip her in two.

  Silver eyes glowed at her through the darkness as he drew nearer, his massive head and wide jowls appearing in more detail. Teeth longer than her fingers glistened white in the moonlight. His mouth parted, and a long tongue hung over his lower row of teeth.

  This brute knew they couldn’t mate. That cock between his hind legs would tear her in two if he tried to enter her. And it seemed to grow in size as he stalked closer.

  What do you want, wolf-man? She lowered her head and growled at him.

  He raised his head, and his ears went forward, as if he couldn’t believe she would take such a tone with him. Well if he thought he could scare her into submitting with his size and presence, he had another thing coming. Lust might make her submit, but not fear.

  His low growl sent shivers racing through her. Instead of continuing to walk toward her, he began moving around her, and she darted to the side to keep him in front of her.

  You are not mounting this bitch tonight, she growled, not with a cock that size.

  He moved faster than lightning. She wasn’t prepared for his sudden attack, an act of pure aggression. The huge beast charged toward her, ripping ground and sending dirt flying.

  She howled. What the fuck? Her reaction wasn’t quick enough. He pounced on her, grabbing her by the nape of the neck.

  Oh, my God! He would kill her. But what had she done? Her mind raced as instinct and emotion bombarded each other. She could feel those long, thick teeth press into her skin on the back of her neck. If she twisted they would tear through her flesh.

  Her thoughts wouldn’t focus. With little effort, it seemed, her paws left the ground. She opened her mouth to scream, and her skin pulled against his teeth. A helpless yelp escaped her throat as she watched the ground beneath her.

  Before she could make sense of this brute’s action, he released her, and she hit the ground, falling to the side before she could regain her footing.

  What the hell did you do that for? She could have slapped herself for getting mouthy when she focused on those massive teeth.

  The massive werewolf grew larger, his front paws moving to the side of his body and lengthening, thick glossy coat shrinking into his skin and human flesh appearing.

  My sex god!

  She watched his long teeth shrink into his mouth, and the shape of his head change. Silver eyes changed to dark blue, and white fur grew in length and turned blond.

  “Change,” he said simply, when his mouth had the ability to form words.

  She stared in awe at the gorgeous naked man in front of her. He hadn’t completed the change yet, and his chest muscles remained too large for a normal man. Her gaze dropped quickly toward his middle, and her mouth went dry, and then seemed too wet, as she stared at the cock that hung, not quite erect, between his legs.

  That thing could still do bodily damage.

  She would be willing to take that risk. Her heart pounded so hard that it took a minute of quick breaths to get the blood to stream through her at a level that would allow her to think.

  He had told her to change, and she couldn’t think of anything she would like more. It was too good to be true that she had run into this image of perfection that stood in front of her. The change rippled through her until she too stood naked in the meadow before him.

  “Hello there, wolf-man.” She took a step toward him, the cold night air attacking her bare skin, giving her shivers, and hardening her nipples into painful nubs. “Will you keep me warm?”

  “You will walk.” And he began changing in front of her, his body once again transforming, until his hands were again paws and he dropped to all fours.

  “What the hell?” She glared at him. “It’s freezing out here and you think I’m going to walk in my skin?”

  As Cariboo lunewulf he stood as tall as she did, and at five feet, six inches, she had never considered herself short. But now she stared into silver eyes with a jaw large enough to snap her neck. She didn’t fear him, but he confused her, and she had no intention of letting him know the latter.

  He pulled his fur-covered lips back, and revealed long white teeth to her. His growl told her to get moving, and if that wasn’t enough incentive, he stepped into her, lowering his head so that his massive skull pushed into her breasts. The hardness of his head, covered by thick white fur as coarse as raw silk, stroked her skin, and raptured her senses.

  “Hey. I get the idea.” She tripped over the uneven ground.

  She stumbled to her knees, the rough ground rubbing her skin raw, and went down on all fours.

  His long, hard nose pushed into her rear end, and for a moment she thought he was trying to mount her in his fur. She rolled over to her side, the sensation of him touching her exposed ass raising her body temperature, although the cold night air attacked her senses too, leaving her hot and cold at the same time.

  Meadow grass prickled her backside as she sat on her rear and stared up into his open mouth with fangs hanging past his lower jaw, and a large red tongue hanging out between them. A monster of dreams breathed into her face, silver eyes glowing in the night, and white fur making his massive head appear almost to glow surrounded by the darkness.

  “What do you want from me?” She didn’t understand his strange behavior.

  His gaze lowered to her chest. She looked down too, and noticed her rapid breathing by the rise and fall of her breasts.

  His tongue swiped over one breast, the rough heat raking over her skin. It had been a while since she had enjoyed a man in his fur while she was in her skin, and she had forgotten how hot it was like this. She watched him as he took a step backwards, and lowered his head to nudge between her legs.

  “Oh shit.” His hard, damp nose pressed against her shaven pussy.

  She fell back on to her elbows, watching as this massive werewolf inspected her.

  His long teeth pressed against her tender skin, threatening to puncture her. The thought that he could tear into her with those dagger-like teeth chilled her with nervous anticipation. Yet his touch made her swell with desire, made her soaked, and filled the cold air around them with the scent of lust.

  There
was no pleasure in pain, although she never shied away from rough sex.

  His eyes fluttered shut, apparently instinct reacting to her rich, sweet scent. Her sex god stroked her throbbing pussy with his tongue, a long, slow torturous path, beginning low, at her rear end, and licking her up to her clit. He explored her with his tongue. Thick and wide, hot and wet, and pliable—she had never experienced anything like it. He slipped his tongue inside her, absorbing her cum, and its roughness sent her over the edge.

  He pulled his tongue out, and then thrust it inside her further, fucking her in a way no human could. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure of an orgasm build within her, her muscles tightening in anticipation.

  “Oh yes. God.” She let her head drop back and spread her legs further so that she could allow the beast’s large head room between her legs.

  His coarse hair brushed against her inner thighs, his moist nose pushed against her throbbing clit, and teeth sharper than knives threatened to tear skin so tender it left her on edge, wanting to give herself over completely to his manipulations, but unable to let go of how dangerous this act could be. In spite of that fact, his actions made her more excited than anything any man had ever done to her before.

  She could feel it coming, rippling through her like a growing tidal wave, an orgasm like she had never experienced before. A howl tore from her throat as she reached for him, her body convulsing from his torturous manipulations.

  Cold air rushed over her soaked pussy, and she raised her head, confused in her current state of lust, the aftershocks still rippling through her while cum soaked her pussy.

  “Please don’t stop,” she begged, staring up at the werewolf who watched her, slowly licking his lips with that incredible tongue as he backed away from her.

  He growled, a low rumble coming deep from his chest. Then without another word, he turned and began walking slowly across the meadow.

  “Hey.” She scrambled to her feet, her legs not wanting to cooperate, feeling like jelly. “Where are you going?”

  Even though he walked, with his size, his stride allowed him to move rather quickly across the field. It was a struggle to keep up with him, and prickly meadow grass made the task a chore in her bare feet. Not to mention she was freezing in the night air.

  “This is ridiculous,” she mumbled, and allowed the change to ripple through her.

  Her bones popped and stretched, and muscles grew within her as she dropped to all fours. Her senses alerted, growing in their awareness to her surroundings, and the black of the night paled around her when her eyes changed to silver.

  She dropped to all fours, and then tensed when her giant werewolf turned on her. I’m not going to freeze to death out here. She allowed her growl to rumble through her throat, not baring her teeth. The man was twice her size and weight, and with his unpredictable behavior, she didn’t want to upset him.

  His bark was quick and demanding, and then he turned and broke into a run. She ran after him, guessing that was what he wanted her to do.

  When they entered a wooded area, thick with tall pines, and a bed of needles beneath them, he slowed to a walk, nudging her every minute or so as if directing her. The sweet smell of the trees made it hard to smell anything else, and she was surprised for a minute when they entered a clearing and she spotted a large ranch house, situated on a hill, with the pines surrounding it.

  Are you taking me to your den, wolf-man?

  He stopped in front of barn doors, the largest of the outbuildings near the ranch, and transformed in front of her, this time all of the way.

  “I’m glad to see you have some sense of obedience about you,” he said, and she was disappointed to see him reach for a pair of jeans.

  She changed too, and then stood naked before him, wrapping her arms around her chest in an attempt to keep warm.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” She watched him pull his jeans up over his muscular legs, and wanted to pout when that well-endowed cock disappeared as he buttoned his fly.

  “I doubt our pack leader approved your run this evening.” He grabbed the handle to the barn door, and pulled, shoulder and back muscles rippling under well-tanned flesh as he slid the large door to the side. “And if he did, surely he didn’t know of your intent to run alone.”

  She almost ducked when he turned and grabbed her, his large fingers wrapping around her naked shoulder, and guided her roughly into the large barn. Warmth surrounded her instantly, but she wasn’t sure if it was because she was inside the barn, or from the heat of his touch. She could smell the thick scent of horses, but couldn’t see in the dark with her human eyes.

  He pulled her across a wooden floor, and she watched as he reached for a light switch on a pole. Florescent rods, attached to beams above her, filled the area with light. Horses shuffled in their stalls, not pleased with the rude interruption of their sleep.

  She looked up at his expression as he continued to drag her through the barn, and over toward a long table built out from the wall. His beard, trimmed close to his face, and blond curls that fell over his forehead, distracted her from seeing his expression.

  “You didn’t seem to mind too much that I was out on my own when we were in the meadow,” she reminded him, her pussy still aching for more of his attention.

  “I wanted to make sure you hadn’t just been fucked,” he informed her, and then released her to open the top drawer of a dresser along the edge of the table. He pulled out a plaid blanket and shook it out. “This should keep you warm.”

  “Well I hadn’t.” She ignored the blanket, and tried to walk into his arms. “But if you would like to finish what you started.”

  He grabbed her hair, and thrust the blanket at her. She stumbled backwards as he pulled her head back so that she looked up at him.

  “My little woman…” he began.

  “My name is Simone.” She held the blanket with one hand, and grabbed his wrist, although she couldn’t get her fingers around it.

  “Simone.”

  She liked the way he said her name, his voice raspy as he accented each syllable.

  “If you wish to act like a tramp around me when we are alone, that is fine. I will enjoy it.” He pulled her hair harder, and lowered his face toward hers. His sapphire colored eyes sparkled with emotion, but she couldn’t tell if he was angry, or turned on. “But if I catch you acting like this around any other wolf, he shall die, and you will get some sense beat into you. Is that clear?”

  Normally she would have kneed any man in the groin who dared to speak to her like that. No one ran her life, and she didn’t care much for threats. But for some reason that she couldn’t identify, she didn’t want to fight him. She nodded her head the best that she could.

  “What’s your name?” she whispered, wishing more than anything that he would kiss her.

  The sound of a truck pulling up outside caught both their attention. Simone heard a door slam shut, and footsteps, then muffled voices.

  “My name is Rock.” He let her go, turning his attention toward the barn door, then walked away from her, his back muscles moving with his confident stride.

  He disappeared, shutting the barn door behind him, and Simone wrapped the blanket around her. She hurried over to the door, and had to allow part of the change to increase the size of her muscles so that she could pull the large wooden door to the side, and see what was going on outside.

  “Oh shit.” She noticed the pale blue Suburban, and a moment later realized Johann stood talking to a man she didn’t recognize.

  Rock walked toward the two men, but apparently the sound of her opening the barn door triggered his attention. He turned and stalked back toward her.

  She wasn’t prepared for him to grab her arm and lift her off the ground.

  “Hey! Put me down.” She kicked before she realized she was fighting him.

  “You will learn to behave,” he hissed at her, and almost tossed her into the barn. “You are not clothed, and I will not have you
traipsing out there naked in front of other men.” He pointed a finger at her. “Now stay.”

  She didn’t know whether to be outraged or flattered. He marched back out of the barn, and slammed the door shut, as if it were no heavier than a screen door.

  Her senses returned to her quickly. Johann was out there. And she had no doubts that he had just witnessed this Cariboo lunewulf manhandling her.

  “Well hell,” she muttered, not sure whether she should go back out there and deal with the wrath of Johann, or stay in here, and avoid the wrath of her sex god.

  Chapter Five

  Rock Toubec closed the barn door, and turned to face his ranch manager and the new pack leader. Neither one of them looked too pleased, and he could only guess what their conversation might have been up to this point.

  “Sir, we got our new pack leader here asking to see you.” Martin Hanson turned on his good leg, and then limped a step or two, as he approached. The old injury he’d sustained in a pack fight didn’t slow him in his duties; the man was always on top of things. “He says he has a couple questions,” Hanson added under his breath.

  “I assume you’re Rock Toubec.” A lunewulf approached him, hand extended, and he appraised the guarded expression on the man’s face. The man’s eyes pierced right through him, summing him up. “I’m Johann Rousseau. I don’t believe we’ve met yet.”

  He watched as Rousseau looked over his shoulder and nodded toward the barn.

  “You’ve got Simone Rousseau in there,” Johann said, and started walking toward the barn.

  Hanson hurried after the pack leader, but Rock gestured for him to hold off. “Is she your bitch?” he asked Rousseau.

  Rock watched the man turn around and meet his gaze. He didn’t smell fear, or hostility; the man simply stared at him.

  Rousseau sighed and rubbed his face, taking a step or two toward Rock. The darkness around them shadowed his expression, but Rock kept a careful eye on the man’s gaze. Rousseau never looked away from him.