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by In Her Nature(lit)

  “This isn’t a discussion.” Fire burned in those deep blue eyes. “Do as I say, little bitch, or I swear I will hogtie you and throw you in the back of the truck, and take you home myself.”

  This had gone too far. Cariboo lunewulf or not, she wouldn’t be verbally abused like this.

  She stormed around him, yanking open her truck door. “Let’s get one thing straight right now.” She stabbed her finger into his iron chest. “I do what I do because it’s what I want. I’m not going to take being bossed around like this.”

  Fury burned inside her, replacing the lust she had felt moments before. And she would be damned if he saw her shaking because she was angry, not because he frightened her.

  She plopped onto the driver’s seat, but she wasn’t ready to leave, not without making damned sure he understood her feelings toward his behavior.

  Rock shut her truck door, closing her in, but she rolled the window down as quickly as she could. He had already turned and walked toward his truck, parked several stalls down from her.

  “You don’t scare me, Rock Toubec,” she yelled after him, but he didn’t turn around to acknowledge her.

  Chapter Ten

  Simone pitied all caged animals. She now had firsthand knowledge how they felt. She paced the dark kitchen, stopping to look through the window in the back door, then turned toward the living room.

  Samantha and Johann had gone to bed hours ago, and Jere remained cuddled under her blankets. But Simone couldn’t sleep.

  Two days. She had endured two days cooped up in this house, under orders not to take off anywhere without an escort. And Johann determined he was the only appropriate escort.

  Another body had been found on Rock’s land. She hadn’t heard from him since the day he saw her downtown, and she realized later the phone call he’d received that day was probably informing him of the tragedy.

  This body, also female, had been a werewolf. Johann had managed to make connections with a werewolf from the pack south of Prince George, who worked in law enforcement. The bitch had been dead longer than the first human female found, but it appeared her murder had been sexually related as well.

  “If he is killing these women, then you are in danger. Don’t you see that?” Johann had argued with her earlier.

  “The only danger I am in, is in going crazy,” she muttered to herself, while remembering their argument earlier. “See? I’m already talking to myself.”

  She threw her hands up in exasperation, and wished more than anything she could go for a late night run. If she didn’t get out of this house soon she would go nuts.

  Silence surrounded her, interrupted only by the gentle breathing at the other end of the house from those sleeping. She turned toward the back door.

  Several lawn chairs sat in the middle of the backyard, and she relaxed into one while using another for a footrest. Let Johann yell at her for being out here. She wasn’t going anywhere, just enjoying the night air.

  Stars twinkled against the black sky, but she only focused on them for a second. She stretched out in the two chairs, leaning her head back, and let her thoughts drift toward Rock.

  Who are you, Rock Toubec?

  A mystery. That’s who he was. His sexy good looks, with those dark blue eyes, penetrating and dangerous, watching her, controlling her, manipulating her actions with a simple stare. Her insides warmed thinking of him, and she ran her hands over her body as she arched her back.

  Tingles of electricity shot through her where she touched herself, and she arched more, extending her body. She pretended her hands were Rock’s hands—large, rough, and skilled.

  Her pussy swelled with denied need, and nipples tightened and puckered under her shirt. His kiss downtown the other day had been to ward away other wolves. Did he not think she was interested in him?

  That could hardly be the case. She slid her hands inside her jeans and feverish humidity greeted her fingers. Her interest boiled with a raging need.

  Did he think he had made her so horny she would turn to the first cock offered her? She ran a finger over the sensitive folds of her smooth pussy, liquid heat clinging to her skin. Her insides clenched, begging for attention, needing the satisfaction her touch could barely offer.

  No. Not just any cock would appease the cravings building inside her. One werewolf possessed the skill to soothe her pain. Only one could satisfy the craving that consumed her.

  Rock Toubec had sought her out, damnit. He had come on to her. His seductions had started that first night in the meadow when he found her out on a run. Her interest in him may have existed, but he nourished it, encouraged it.

  Pressure built to a fiery head when she glided first one finger, and then another, into the silky moistness of her pussy.

  “Damn you, Rock.” The blackness of the night didn’t answer her, but she shook with feverish turmoil, clamping her legs together against her hand. She finger-fucked herself, but there was no relief. No edge taken from the craving her body sought.

  The phone inside began ringing and she jumped, yanking her hand out of her jeans, the scent of cum lingering in the air around her. Someone in the house would wake up, and she didn’t feel like company at the moment. She darted off the lawn chair, and made it inside the kitchen to grab the phone halfway through its second ring.

  “Hello.”

  “What are you doing?”

  His voice surged through her like a tidal wave. She sucked in a long, slow breath and glanced down the hallway of the dark house. Did everyone still sleep? Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and she willed her breathing to relax.

  All seemed quiet and she turned to the back door, wondering if she should tell Rock what she had been doing.

  “Masturbating.” His silence brought a grin to her face.

  She slipped out the back door, and returned to her makeshift sanctuary of lawn chairs.

  “Why are you masturbating?” His baritone fed the fire burning inside her.

  She slid back into her previous position and pressed her hand against her belly, feeling the yearning of her pussy as her fingers traveled slowly toward the moist heat of her cunt.

  “Because there is no one here to fuck.”

  His growl immediately told her she had chosen her words poorly, but she decided he deserved a small amount of agony for the torment her body endured. After all, her physical and mental state was all his fault.

  “And you would fuck anyone who came along?”

  “Well, right now I’m fucking my fingers.” She eased back in the chair, allowing her hand the most room in her jeans, and sucked in her breath when her palm pressed against her swollen clit.

  She didn’t like his question, and decided she would just let him wonder instead of assure him of her loyalty.

  “Little bitch.” The frenzied edge to his words forced her heart to beat harder. “Do your fingers satisfy you?”

  She cradled the phone against her shoulder, and palmed her breast. Tender and swollen, she craved her nipples to be sucked, wished more than anything her fingers could serve as a hot mouth.

  No. Satisfaction wouldn’t be obtained tonight. Her frustrations soared with every stroke, every touch, and she couldn’t leave herself alone. In spite of the pain, even though fiery need burned inside her, she couldn’t stop her fingers.

  “My nipples ache, Rock.” She pinched one and fire surged through her. “Oh. Damn.”

  “Shit, baby.” The hiss in her ear when he sucked in his breath sent chills through her.

  Cum coated the smooth walls of her pussy. She pushed her fingers, forcing them in as deep as they would go. But even wiggling them didn’t soothe the molten pressure building deep inside her. The fiery ache only crept through her further, pulsating like a rabid fever.

  “I can’t reach the spot,” she moaned on a ragged whisper, wishing she wouldn’t confess her desperation to him, but unable to keep her misery at bay.

  “What spot?” His haggard tone egged her on.

  “In my
pussy, Rock. I’m on fire. I need to be fucked so bad.”

  “And if Johann came to you right now?” Torment ran through his words. “Would you turn him away?”

  She had never turned Johann away. She pulled her fingers from her soaked cunt slowly, feeling the denied lust soar through her. But she hadn’t been with Johann for years now, and tonight he hadn’t even entered her thoughts.

  “Johann?” She couldn’t manage a mental image of him, her mind unwilling to let go of her images of Rock. “He wouldn’t come to me.”

  “Damnit to hell, little bitch!” Anger soared through his words, and she jumped at his sudden outcry. “Tell me if you would fuck him or not.”

  “No, Rock. I don’t want Johann.” Her admission brought silence. “If he saw me doing what I’m doing right now, I would be embarrassed, but I wouldn’t want to fuck him.”

  Pain and relief appeared tangled when he exhaled, an almost strangled sigh. “Tell me what you are doing.”

  “I’m pretending my hands are your hands.” She pulled her fingers out of her soaked cunt, and spread her thick cream over her smooth pussy lips.

  “You’re going to come for me.”

  The confident authority in his tone brought her to the edge. Breathing became a challenge, while her world focused on what her hands were doing, and his voice.

  “I could if you were here.” Her clit was swollen, a tortured knob that she could hardly touch without electric charges rushing through her.

  “I am there. Your hands are my hands.” His breathing staggered, and she imagined him stroking that huge cock of his. “Finger-fuck yourself, my bitch. Dive deep into that cunt of yours.”

  She did as he instructed, her feverish pussy stretching as she pushed deep into the soaked depths of her heat. The air around her hung heavy with her desire, her need to be fulfilled, her longing to be fucked.

  “It’s not enough.” She shoved deep into her pussy, trying to reach the spot that craved attention, the focus of her lust, the point on the verge of exploding.

  “Allow a bit of the change, my precious bitch.” His words were like her own thoughts, stroking her feverish mind, reassuring and strong, while her body twisted in tortured agony. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, but change just enough to reach that spot.”

  All she could do was as he instructed. Her mind and body craved his attention, leaned on every word he spoke into her ear.

  Her fingers contorted. Small tidal waves rippled through her bones. Lust twisted while carnal and human instinct and thought battled each other. The craving to explode, to reach that orgasm just beyond her human touch consumed her and she stretched her fingers, while moving them in and out of her hot cunt.

  “Help me. Rock.” Her garbled pants sounded like another person. She barely heard her own words, all of her attention focused on soothing the fire that consumed her senses.

  “You’re almost there, baby.” His pants matched her own, and she saw the huge cock in her mind, his long fingers wrapped around it, stroking up and down.

  She matched that stroking beat with her own fingers, longer now and slightly twisted. Extended bones pressed against the fiery walls of her pussy. Humidity soared around her hand while she plunged again and again deep into her cunt, feeling the orgasm near, aching for the explosion he would bring her to.

  “I can feel it.” With knuckles slightly larger, new sensations rippled through her, egging on her climax, offering hope to the tortured session she endured.

  “Tell me how it feels.”

  She could almost feel his heavy breathing, his voice caressing her enraptured soul, whispering so close, yet so far away. She longed for him to be here, touching her, feeling her climax, watching her explode.

  “The pressure. My new shape. Oh.” How could she describe the inferno crashing through her? With extended teeth, and a tongue almost too long for speech, she had to work to form the garbled words.

  “Fuck your cunt, little bitch. Soak your hand with your sweet juices. Smell your need, and do it for me.”

  Yes. She could do that. Her fingers dove into her drenched hole, lengthened fingers, with thicker knuckles, pushing against her tender pussy, bringing the flames of desire within her to a peak.

  “Shit. Oh. Yes.” An explosion of light poured through her. Wave after wave of pent-up lust rushed over the fire in her cunt.

  “That’s it, baby. You came for me.”

  “Yes.” She breathed the word while her body contorted. Her orgasm soothed the pain, but the longing still remained. “But it’s not enough, Rock.”

  “I will take you soon.” His promise tortured her. Adding assurance that he couldn’t see her now.

  “I’m right here. What are you waiting for?”

  “You will wait for me. And when the time is right, I will take you.”

  She straightened in her seat, pulling her hand from her jeans, her pussy still burning even after her self-induced climax. But instead of satisfaction, she felt an emptiness, desires denied, and only words offered for her to hold on to.

  “Until then you will behave, and wait for me,” he added.

  “Better not make me wait too long, wolf-man.” But his end of the phone had gone dead.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rock wondered if the barbed wire they’d mended would hold through the winter. The men behind him continued their discussion, and he half-paid attention. He didn’t deny the seriousness of the issue, but he would handle matters his own way, in spite of what they decided.

  “What we want to know, is what investigation you got going on to find out who is dumping these bodies on Toubec’s land.” Hanson could get riled after a few cups of coffee.

  “The coroner’s report doesn’t indicate they were dumped here.” Detective Beuerlein had a soft-spoken manner.

  Rock turned away from the window in the large family room that once had been the place all Rousseau pack meetings were held. The large, high-ceilinged room made their voices echo.

  “They weren’t murdered here.” Rock studied the detective’s expression, concerned and overworked. The werewolf had a good reputation in law enforcement though, which was why Rock had agreed to this meeting.

  “Now how do you know that?” Toby Beuerlein wasn’t a big man, most lunewulf weren’t, but he didn’t seem fazed by Rock’s size, a trait Rock liked seeing in another wolf—it showed confidence.

  “We would have heard the women cry out.” Rock glanced out the large bay windows again, the open meadows offering a panoramic view. “More than likely they would never have been murdered.”

  “So you think someone killed these women, and then brought them here and dumped them off?” Beuerlein rubbed his chin as if considering the possibility.

  “We know that is how it was done,” Hanson snapped. “Now you got to find out who is doing it.”

  Beuerlein ignored Hanson’s comment. Rock turned again to look at the detective, and saw the man watching him, summing him up, determining the quality of his word, trying to decide if he were a murderer or not.

  “You got any enemies, Toubec?”

  “I bought the Rousseau ranch for the price of back taxes out from under a family who’ve had this land in their name for generations.”

  And not one of them had the intelligence to stop me from doing it. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about the Rousseau family, nor was he worried about them, but one of them might be stupid enough to pull a stunt like this.

  Beuerlein nodded, and continued to watch him. “So you think someone is setting you up.”

  “I think someone is dropping dead bodies off on my land.” No one would frame him for murder. He wouldn’t allow it.

  Beuerlein stuck his hands in his jacket pocket, and Rock watched him glance from him to Hanson. “I need to talk to Johann. My guess is that this is a pack problem. We’ve had a good look at those bodies, and although the murders were clean, we’re pretty sure one of us killed them. Especially the bitch. Someone knew to break her neck in order to kil
l her.”

  “I know this much.” Hanson spoke up. “There won’t be any other bodies deposited out here. We’re watching for them now.”

  Beuerlein stiffened at the comment. Rock could tell the detective fought to keep emotions at bay by the careful blank expression he kept on his face.

  “Do not try to take matters into your own hands, Toubec.”

  No one told him what to do, but Rock had to admire the wolf for trying. He didn’t feel a need to answer, knowing damned good and well he wasn’t going to wait for the law to solve this matter. He allowed Hanson to see the detective out, and headed the opposite direction out the back door.

  *

  “Never trust a werewolf who is willing to work alongside humans.” Hanson joined him several minutes later on the side of one of the larger outbuildings.

  Rock focused on the row of pines that sheltered the six small cottages where the first body had been found.

  “Nothing wrong with humans.” Rock didn’t have any working on his ranch. But it wasn’t because he didn’t trust them. He enjoyed the freedom his land offered, and had been proud to offer work to a handful of Cariboo lunewulf who had been struggling back in the mountains.

  “You got a plan to find out who dumped those bodies?”

  Rock didn’t want to think about the murders right now. The whole matter irritated him. A hot little blonde had distracted his thoughts throughout the night, robbing him of sleep. Just thinking about her fucking herself, making herself come while he listened on the phone, masturbating because she wanted to. The little bitch was so fucking hot, and the thought that these murders kept her from him made his blood boil. He needed Simone or he would go nuts.

  Ever since he had called her the other night, his cock had been hard. A burning fury raced through him, making it hard to concentrate. The town wasn’t safe for bitches right now, especially one as hot as Simone, not until whoever killed those two women was found and killed. He would see to their murder himself. A small price for disturbing his land, and his peace of mind.

  “You ain’t hearin’ a word I’m sayin’,” Hanson grumbled.