“Blackie Larimore.” He hesitated from moving away, and her heart thumped quicker.
Fear of attack and imprisonment should have dominated her thoughts instead of the hungering for sex.
Blackie stepped back sharply. The irresistible scent of her was driving him crazy. Animal or human, all females came into heat. For him to be near one tonight was agonizing.
“You said you had a gun and a horse. What happened to them?” He rubbed the back of his neck, dispelling the prickling sensation associated with his transformation into a wolf.
“Those men you took me from spooked off my horse. The gun was in the scabbard on the saddle.”
“What were you doing off your horse?”
“Setting traps for wolves,” she said matter-of-factly.
He rubbed the side of his boot. His ankle throbbed along a scar he had from a trap. “More than just bad wolves step in those contraptions,” he said irritably.
“I know and that’s what’s so frustrating.” She opened the bundle of food he gave her and sniffed the dried meat. “I only want to kill wolves. I have a sheep ranch in the valley and the wolves in these hills are wreaking havoc on my profits. The more of them I kill, the better off every rancher in territory will be.”
Fine hairs bristled on the back of his hands as he clenched them into fists. He fought off the urge to shift. Instinctive self-preservation threatened to expose him. She was lucky his thoughts remained rooted on ripping her clothes away and fucking her instead of killing her.
Etta took a gulp of the cool water in the canteen. After all the screaming she had done to scare off the men, her throat was raw.
“I explained what I was doing in the forest,” she said. “What are you doing here?”
“Just traveling.”
“Then maybe you need a job? I’d be willing to pay you to trap and kill wolves.” She put her hand to the stinging pain in her arm.
“I should see how badly you’re hurt.” He came around to sit by her.
She didn’t like his closeness. Maybe he was one of the outlaws. She had only heard his voice telling them to leave her alone before she passed out.
“I’ll be all right,” she said hoarsely.
“They really bruised you up good.” He leaned forward, touching her jaw lightly.
His warm breath swept across her cheek. She closed her eyes and inhaled his masculine scent. She imagined his lips caressing the pulse in his neck. He took liberties with her clothing. She said nothing as he flicked buttons free on her shirt. Her father’s red flannel one, not very feminine. Nor was she lady-like with her lack of undergarments. His fingers rested on her collarbone. She opened her eyes to see why he stopped. His gaze was on the gap of the shirt exposing the curve of her breasts.
Take me, dashed through her thoughts.
Drawn to him, she lifted her hand to undress herself. Blackie was quicker. He grabbed her open collar and folded the shirt back off her shoulders. She felt the soft cloth slide down her arms.
She ignored intuitive warnings, hoping her foolishness didn’t equate disaster.
With water from the canteen, Blackie wet his handkerchief. Carefully, he washed away the blood. He trembled, afraid of not controlling his desires.
“It’s not too deep.” He tugged her shirt back up.
She grabbed his wrist and stopped him from buttoning it closed. “Thank you.”
“Think nothing of it.” He looked into her eyes, trying to ignore the heat of her breast against his hand.
“I’m talking about helping me against those men.” Her heart beat rapidly under his palm.
“No problem,” he whispered, finding speech difficult.
She leaned toward him and her mouth crushed his. He froze for a second. Disbelief cautioned him not to respond, not to mistake the kiss as anything other than a reward. Then her arms folded around him. He grabbed her face and stopped her. Lust smoldered in her blue eyes. Her lips remained puckered, tempting. He pulled her forward and pressed his mouth to hers. She sagged against him, showing her willingness.
He kissed her with fierce greed. Blood coursed through his fiery veins, making him hot. He jerked her shirt open and cupped her breast. She moaned her approval. He laid her back on the bedroll and rubbed the front of her denims. Once unfastened, he slid his hand inside between her legs. He dipped his finger in the moist folds of flesh and thrust in and out. She rocked rhythmically against him. Her moans grew louder from his fondling and probing her cunt.
When she shuddered, he grasped her waistband and yanked her pants down from her hips. He kissed over her breasts and belly, and then he pressed his nose into the scent of her sex.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned at his first lick.
She continued voicing her pleasure with other sounds as he sucked on her. He fluttered her clit with his tongue and teased her. Her gasps of ecstasy made him want more.
Etta kicked, working the pant legs to her ankles. She pulled one leg free and opened herself to be ravished. He sat back and whipped his belt undone. She watched him looking at her. Like flames against her skin, his gaze blazed over her bare breasts and belly. He raked his finger through the split of her sex and brushed her clit again. Extreme sensitivity made her flinch. He went deeper, curling his finger inside and stroking.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
But he did. He withdrew and put his fingers in his mouth, sucking off her juices. Was he aware at how arousing she found that image?
In his scorching brown eyes, she saw warnings that he’d not be gentle. She didn’t care. Her desires were always for an animalistic lover.
When Blackie looked away, her attention went to the rustling of leaves. Someone watched, and Blackie knew. Was his job to seduce her, make her ready for the others?
He got to his feet and fastened his belt. She wiggled her pants back up her legs and closed her shirt. He picked up a log and tossed it on the fire, pretending nothing was wrong. She stared at him through the campfire flames and tried to read his thoughts, his expression.
Hell, she wasn’t waiting to find out what they intended to do with her.
Etta jumped and ran. She came to an abrupt halt moments later.
“You didn’t really think I was going to let you get far, did you?” the man that had knocked her unconscious blocked her path.
She turned at the sound of Blackie sprinting toward her. She gulped, swallowing down her fears of capture.
Don’t panic, rattled in her head.
She tried dodging him and tripped on a tree root. Falling flat on the ground, she rolled over as he leapt over her and attacked the other man. Had she been wrong? Was Blackie only trying to help her? At the howl of wolves in the forest, she decided not to wait for an outcome between the men. Her sheep were in grave danger. She had to get home. Stealing Blackie’s horse was her best option.
Blackie’s stomach grumbled from hunger. He had a particular liking to lamb, and the strong odor of sheep surrounding him wasn’t helping his concentration. His fight with Carl went better than expected. He was stronger than he thought and his future didn’t seem so rough if he had to fight others.
He had found Etta’s ranch and eased around the corner of her barn. The sheep had thrown off his sense of smell and he faced Etta aiming a shotgun at him.
“How did you find me?” she asked.
“Tracked my horse you stole.”
“Fine, take him and go.”
“What about the job you offered me, or something similar. There are more wolves then you can possibly trap, so how about I keep watch over your flock.”
“You want to be a sheepherder?” She snorted an amused sound. “You don’t look the type to work for a woman or sit with sheep.”
“Looks can be deceiving.” He stared into her beautiful eyes, feeling the strong attraction still between them. “I want to help you, Etta.”
“That means I’d have to trust you.”
“That’s right.” He grabbed the barr
el of the gun and jerked it from her hands.
Thrown off balance, she stumbled forward. He dropped the gun and caught her.
The corner of her lip curled and her eyes went from blue to gold. “Let go of me,” she snarled.
She surprised him by being like him. His level of desire rose.
“You’re a wolf-shifter.” He grasped the back of her head. “How did I not see that?”
But he already knew the answer. Both half-breeds and full bloods were incapable of recognizing half-breeds because of their human scent.
She twisted in his arms, struggling against his hold.
“Stop, Etta. It’s all right. I’m a shifter too.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“By the way you act…the hungry way you look at me. My father warned me what signs to watch for in a male ready to mate.”
He slid his hand to her face. She wiggled again, showing less determination to break free. He did want her. However, he wasn’t going to let the rules of leadership or the laws of nature dictate when he made a woman his. Besides, it wasn’t mating if they were both in human form.
Etta stared at Blackie. “What are you waiting for?” she snapped, upset she wanted a man that thought he could have her by force.
“For you to relax.” He brushed his thumb over her lips.
She closed her eyes when he kissed her tenderly.
And then he let go.
No—no—no. She grabbed his face and pulled him to her mouth, excited he was there.
He scooped her up and carried her to a stall filled with hay. They pawed one another to peel away clothing.
“We stay human,” he murmured, kissing her neck.
Sure she wasn’t ready for mating, she nodded in agreement.
Heavily, aroused by his unrelenting passion, she reached between them. She found his thick cock, hard and throbbing. He growled playfully as she rolled her hand back and forth along the shaft. She drew her legs back and guided him to the opening of her vagina. He lunged into her. Several times, he pulled out and thrust again.
“Harder,” she groaned.
His rhythm increased, giving her what she needed.
“Yes, like that,” she said encouragingly.
Her orgasm raged with intensity. She threw her legs over his back and hung on. Then his momentum slowed and his strained grunts stopped. She dug her fingers into his arms as he reared and howled. He fell forward over her, crushing her into the hay. Accompanied by jolts of his hips, the liquid heat of his semen filled her.
Then she felt his muscles twitching, a recognizable sign of him changing. Panic swelled as he jerked his cock out of her and turned her over. If he shifted into a wolf, she’d shift in response. Was she ready to belong to him forever?
Blackie spread his hands out over Etta’s supple ass. He pried her bottom open and rubbed his thumb against the crinkled ring of her anus. Her soft moan said she’d let him have her in whatever way he wanted. They belonged together.
“I’ll not take you as an animal until you ask me to.” He kissed her damp back.
She turned over. “You want to, don’t you?”
“Yes.” He stretched out next to her and stroked her side. “But if and when I do, I want you to know it’s because I want you as my mate.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The wolves don’t have a leader. The wolf-shifter in the woods is an outlaw. As the next leader of the pack, I can only do so much to control him until I take over. This Blood Moon night is my deadline to have a mate or I’ll have to fight all challengers. I’d rather assume leadership and battle every alpha male out here then have you doubt how I feel about you.”
“You have too much human blood in your veins, Blackie.” She pushed him to his back and straddled him.
“What are you doing?” he groaned, feeling her wet cunt lips kissing his abdomen as she rocked her hips.
“I want you as my mate, and I’ll do anything to have you.” She smiled, and bent down to kiss him. “I’ll do anything to protect you.”
“Why?”
“As pack leader, you can keep them from killing my sheep,” she said teasingly.
Blackie laughed and rolled, putting her beneath him. “No one will touch your sheep ever again. I’ll make sure of it, whether or not you’re my mate.”
“Good. I hated setting traps. They just weren’t working.”
“Oh, they work.” He sat up and swung his leg around, showing her his brush with someone’s trap.
“Blackie,” She rubbed the ragged scar circling his ankle. “I’m so sorry.”
“It wasn’t one of yours.” He assured her and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Besides, it wouldn’t matter. I’d still want you.”
“Then make me yours before the sun comes up. I want you too.”
These were the terms he could accept—Etta wanting him. He kissed her deeply, knowing he’d take his time loving her. His hunger for power, riches and respect meant nothing without her.
About the Authors
Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy.
She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
To learn more about Victoria, visit VictoriaBlisse.co.uk
Other works include:
Over the Moon Anthology, Total-E-Bound
The Point, Total-E-Bound
Big and Beautiful Anthology, Xcite
Restoration, Xcite
Spiced Vanilla, Total-E-Bound
Secret Surprise, Total-E-Bound
Night of the Senses Anthology, Total-E-Bound
Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart, Total-E-Bound
Festive Handbag, Total-E-Bound
Vanilla with Extra Nuts, All Romance eBooks
39 and Holding...Him Anthology, Phaze
Christmas Cake, Phaze
Coming Together Vol.1, Coming Together
Coming Together As One, Coming Together
Coming Together Under Fire, Coming Together
Phaze Fantasies V Anthology, Phaze
Seriously Sexy Stocking Filler Anthology, Xcite
Sexier Side of the Hill, Total-E-Bound
Travel Delight, Total-E-Bound
Kathleen Dienne has been a reporter, a theatrical stage manager, a ghostwriter, a video game consultant, and a marketing analyst. Fiction is the most truthful stuff she’s written.
She is very lucky to have the enthusiastic support of a brilliant husband, a delightful toddler, and many friends inside the computer. When she isn’t writing, she’s reading. Secretly, she practices Italian with those “speak and learn” CDs in hopes of someday moving to Tuscany. So far, the only person picking up Italian with any fluency is the toddler.
To learn more about Kathleen, visit KathleenDienne.com
Other works include:
Her Heart's Divide, Carina Press
Her Kind of Hero, Carina Press
Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with the warmth of first passion and knew writing was her calling.
Two decades later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, a husband and four kids, and her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers.
To learn more about Marie, visit MarieHarte.com
Other works include:
Julian's Jeopardy, Loose Id
Hayashi's Hero, Loose Id
Fallon's Flame, Loose Id
Circe's Recruits: Hale, Loose Id
Circe's Recruits: Derrick, Loose Id
Circe's Recruits: Zack & Ace, Loose Id
Circe's Recruits: Roane, Loose Id
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sp; Satyr's Myst, Loose Id
Reaper's Reward, Loose Id
Tied and True, Loose Id
Foxy Lady, Samhain Publishing
In Plain Sigh, Samhain Publishing t
Rachel's Totem, Samhain Publishing
To Hunt a Sainte, Samhain Publishing
The Dragons' Demon, Samhain Publishing
Duncan's Descent, Samhain Publishing
Enjoying the Show, Samhain Publishing
A Scorching Seduction, Samhain Publishing
Namesake, Ellora's Cave
The Perfect Creation, Total E-Bound
Creation's Control, Total E-Bound
Creating Chemistry, Total E-Bound
Taming the Beast, Total E-Bound
Lurin's Surrender, Total E-Bound
The Thief of Mardu, Total E-Bound
Engaging Gren, Total E-Bound
Seriana Found, Total E-Bound
Whispers, Total E-Bound
Tempting Traditions, Total E-Bound
Firebreather, Amber Quill
A Royal Continuum, Amber Quill
Emergence, Amber Quill
Darkson's Forfeit, Amber Quill
Yvette Hines loves romance and writing it is one of her greatest and guilty pleasures. She enjoys creating happily ever after stories with lots of HEAT. The hotter the better! Life is busy, it would be great to have a chance to sit down and enjoy a long read. Since that is often not the case, she brings you Short and Sexy, Sensual Erotica. Just long enough to help you meet the need. She was talking about your reading need, where’s your mind? As an erotic romance author, she tries to show that every woman no matter color, age, shape or size deserves a high level of passion in their life. Whether you like to see them spanked, tangled in a ménage or simply falling in love, she’s got it. So, if you like diversity and a good read, check out one of her books. Then send her a few words through e-mail about it so you all can chat. She runs a newsletter group where she posts contests, excerpts, blurbs, covers and news about where she is and what she’s doing.
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