Filthy Wolf

by Liza Street

  He snorted, and she laughed.

  “Can I pet you?”

  He always wanted her to touch him. Always. He bumped his muzzle against her hand and she reached her fingers out to stroke his fur.

  “Incredible,” she murmured.

  In his wolf form, he could better see, hear, and smell. Her heartbeat was faster than normal, but not alarmingly so. She wasn’t scared; she was excited.

  “I wish I could turn into a wolf,” she said.

  He wished she could, too, but shifters were born, not bitten like in the movies. But it didn’t matter to him if she was a shifter or not—she was a part of his pack forever, even if she never knew it.

  He walked in a circle around her, proud of how steady his gait was, even with his forepaw gone. As he moved, she ran her fingers through his coat.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  He looked up to see what she was talking about. The notebook and books were still on the rock where he’d left them. She walked over to them and picked them up.

  “The Botany of Desire,” she murmured. “This has been on my to-read list for ages. And Leaves of Grass, I don’t know about that one. I don’t get poetry. But this guidebook, whoa!”

  She looked at Marcus and he stared back.

  “Did you get these for me?” she asked.

  When he nodded, she fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around him. The only person to hug him in his wolf form had been Marianne when she was small, and he would’ve thought a hug from an adult would be weird, even unwelcome. But instead, he reveled in Jessica’s embrace.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  He nudged the notebook with his snout, so she set down the other books and picked it up.

  Her eyes widened as she flipped through the pages. “Wow, Marcus. This is amazing.”

  He’d affixed several different leaves from plants in the area to each page, and she ran her fingers over their shapes.

  “I love it,” she said.

  Marcus closed his eyes and shifted back into his human form. The pain of shifting barely registered because he had his intentions on one thing only—holding Jessica.

  Her eyes were large with appreciation as she took in his naked form. This time she didn’t focus only on his face; she let her gaze travel over his entire body.

  “This is incredible,” she said. “You’re incredible. Not just the wolf. But the way you thought of me. You considered what I like. This is the best gift I’ve ever been given.”

  “You should get to learn about things that make you happy,” he said, feeling uncomfortable. He didn’t mind her physical scrutiny, but her little peeks into his heart were opening him up, and they left him feeling exposed.

  She took a step closer to him, and then another. Her gaze was soft, her lips still swollen from the bruising kiss he’d given her not half an hour ago.

  “Jessica,” he said, his voice rough.

  “Yes,” she said. “The answer’s yes. Whatever you’re about to ask me, the answer is yes.”

  He reached for her and she went into his arms, standing on her tiptoes and tilting her face toward his. He grabbed the back of her neck, gripping her so he could move her mouth just the way he needed it—the angle perfect for fitting his lips over hers and kissing her deeply, drinking her in, showing her just how much he wanted her.

  Her syrupy sweet taste was like a drug. Need built in him, but he had to keep her safe, too.

  “Get in the trailer,” he said as he pulled away from her decadent mouth. “Wait for me. I have to get something and I’ll be back in five minutes.”

  She nodded as if in a daze, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-closed. She turned around to go to the trailer, and then turned to look over her shoulder at him.

  “Am I imagining this?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “It’s real. I’ll be back in a few.”

  Falling to his knees in the pine needles, he let his wolf return. It wasn’t easy to shift again so soon after transforming, but his wolf was faster, and he didn’t want to keep his woman waiting.

  15

  Jessica stepped into the trailer, seeing it in a new light. This was finally happening. And it was happening in this cozy, sweet little camp trailer where they’d first met. Well, where they’d first truly met, when she wasn’t drunk and half out of her mind with terror.

  He’d slept with her that night, his body next to hers. She hadn’t thought about that before, how they’d woken up together. How protected she’d felt.

  And the way he had kissed her just now. She’d felt elevated. Cherished.

  This man was going to ruin her for all other men…and she would enjoy every second of it.

  His shadow passed over the trailer’s curtained window, and then he said, “It’s me,” outside the door before pushing it open.

  He stood before her, naked as before, and holding a box of condoms.

  “Shifters can’t get or transmit STDs,” he said, “but I can get you pregnant. And either way, I want you to feel safe.”

  She nodded. “Thank you.”

  Taking three steps, he was right in front of her again, just inches away. “Do you want this, Jessica?”

  His body heat reached through her clothes, warming her skin. Barely able to speak, she whispered, “Yes.”

  “I think you should take this off, then.” He fingered the sleeve of her top, his touch so light it caused goosebumps to form on her arms.

  Nodding, Jessica reached for the hem.

  “Let me?” he asked.

  She nodded again.

  He undressed her slowly, kissing every bit of skin he exposed as he reverently removed her shirt, then her shorts. He knelt on the ground in front of her, cupped her ass with his hand, and pressed his head to her lower stomach. There, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.

  “You smell so fucking good,” he said, rubbing his face against her belly. His whiskers were pleasantly scratchy.

  She twined her fingers in his brown locks, feeling their softness against her skin.

  “Back you go,” he said, pushing her carefully toward the bed.

  She moved until the backs of her knees hit the cushion, then she sat down.

  “Off with these.” He tugged at the edge of her panties.

  She lifted her hips to allow them off.

  He breathed in again, his gaze warm and dark against her mound. “I’m going to feast on you.”

  “O-okay,” she said.

  “Your job,” he said, trailing his hand up her leg, slowly, so slowly, “is to tell me what you like and what you don’t like.”

  His gray eyes stared directly into hers.

  “Got it,” she said, barely able to speak. Arcs of pleasure shot through her, just from the barest touch of his hand on her leg, moving ever closer, ever more firmly toward her pussy.

  He breathed out against her and she shivered again. She tried not to move too much, but she wanted his mouth on her.

  “No more teasing,” she begged.

  He smiled and rubbed his face against her inner thigh. “All right, Jessica.”

  While she liked their inside joke with the wrong names, she loved that right now, she was Jessica. She was really herself, and this was really happening.

  And then his mouth was there, right where she needed it, his lips and tongue slippery and warm and wet against her center, loving her, tugging moans from her lips, driving her wild.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please, please, please.”

  She didn’t know what she was asking for, but she had a feeling he was the only man in the world who could give it to her.

  “I got you,” he whispered against her skin. “You can come, Jessica.”

  She was so close to that precipice, almost there, wound so tightly her muscles strained and she wondered how she didn’t crush his head between her thighs, she was holding so tightly to him.

  He pressed a finger inside of her and licked her again, sucking gently on her clit while
he slid his finger against her walls. She gripped the blankets and gasped, the sensations so strong, so wonderful.

  “Yes,” she said, “there, please, yes—”

  The release was pure ecstasy, her body bursting in pleasure and relief. She shook and cried out. Then she leaned up on her elbows and tried to catch her breath.

  Keeping his finger inside of her, Marcus looked up, his gray eyes intent on hers.

  “More?” he asked.

  “Yes.” She gripped his biceps and tugged.

  Although she’d never be strong enough to budge this giant of a man, he read her intention and slid his body over hers until he hovered over her. His cock was hard against her lower stomach. She reached down to slide her hand over the silky length.

  When he groaned, her lower stomach tightened in anticipation.

  “Just a second,” he said, reaching back for the condoms and pulling one from the box.

  She watched, her body alight, while he unwrapped the condom and rolled it over his cock. His eyes never left hers as he gave himself a squeeze. That big, rough hand, that big cock. Jessica couldn’t wait for it any longer. She grabbed his hips and yanked him forward, felt his tip at her entrance.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice gruff.

  “Yes.” She tugged him forward again.

  He slid into her slowly. He was thicker than she’d expected, filling her to the point of discomfort, but he moved with control and she stretched around his girth.

  “Doing okay?” he asked.

  She grinned up at him, then leaned forward to kiss his mouth.

  “Better than okay,” she said, falling back again.

  He skimmed his hand over her breasts, lingering on one nipple, then the other. Then he began a slow drag in and out of her, his cock pressing forward, then pulling back out again. Locking her legs around his waist, she met his thrusts.

  “I’m going to—again,” she said.

  “You never told me what you liked, when I was licking your pussy,” he said, leaning down to gently bite her neck.

  “I liked it all,” she said.

  “Did you like it when I sucked your clit?”

  The very reminder set her clit to throbbing all over again. “Yes,” she gasped.

  Pulling up from her slightly, he said, “Will you play with your clit now, so I can watch?”

  She nodded, but she felt shy as she reached down to touch herself.

  “So beautiful.” His voice was full of admiration. He kept up his relentless, slow stroking.

  She was going to come again. Rubbing herself, combined with the fullness he gave her, was getting her there. She continued lifting her hips in time to his movements.

  When she closed her eyes, he said, “Look at me, Jessica. I want to see your eyes this time, when you come on my cock.”

  She opened her eyes, and that was it. His gray gaze filled her vision as she flew into the heights of ecstasy, her whole body rippling and throbbing with the release. He tensed up against her for his last thrusts, and she felt his cock pulsing within as he came, too.

  He fell carefully against her, embracing her, his chest pressed to hers.

  “Jessica,” he said softly, her name muffled as he spoke into her neck.

  Little shivers worked through her body as she came down from her orgasm, but Marcus’s arms held her tightly. He rolled over to his side, tucking her against him.

  “Gotta deal with the condom,” he muttered, slowly getting up.

  He was back a second later, right where he’d left off, and he tugged her against him. She fell into a blissful sleep with his breath gently moving against her hair.

  16

  When Marcus woke up, he inhaled deeply. Flowery notes of freesia filled his nose. Jessica was snuggled against him, her long lashes gracing her cheeks while she slept. She was so beautiful, and she'd come apart so perfectly in his arms last night.

  He sensed the moment that she woke. Her breathing changed slightly, and she stretched with her eyes closed. Her hand searched him out, and she draped herself over his chest, throwing her leg over his waist for good measure. When he pressed the hardness of his dick against her thigh, her eyes opened.

  "Well, hello there," she said in a sleepy voice. She was naked, and so was he. Neither of them had dressed after sex last night—which was just how he liked it.

  "Good morning, Juanita."

  She grinned. "Good morning, Midas."

  She didn't say anything about his boner, but she pushed her leg down a little harder. Marcus groaned.

  "You're giving me some very good ideas," he said.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” He ran his hand over the curve of her hip.

  “Then I’m doing something right.”

  He chuckled. “What’s your favorite position?”

  Her gaze got even more mischievous. “How about I show you?”

  Fuck yes, that sounded good to him.

  She sat up and climbed on top of his lap, rubbing her naked pussy over his dick. He slid through her folds easily—she was already wet. His cock pulsed, eager.

  “Condom,” he growled.

  She reached back for the box and got one. After unwrapping it, she rolled it onto his cock. Her touch was heaven. She sat up on her knees, then held his dick in her hand to guide it inside of her.

  He feasted his gaze on her curvy body, loving the way her breasts hung, full and tipped with rosy brown nipples, loving the way her stomach moved as she fit over him, her pussy squeezing his dick as she adjusted.

  Reaching between her legs, he thumbed her clit. She gasped and braced herself with her hands on his shoulders, then began to move over him in earnest, her hips rolling.

  Her breasts were right in front of his face. He sat up enough that he could pull one of her nipples into his mouth. When he sucked hard, she moved faster.

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes, please, more of that, oh my—”

  He sucked hard again, and she cried out. Her pussy milked him, rippling squeezes that stole his orgasm in a torrent of pleasure.

  She fell against his chest. He remained inside of her, feeling her twitch around him as they each caught their breath.

  “I like doing it your way,” he murmured.

  “Good.” She kissed his shoulder, then gingerly crawled off of him. A satisfied smile on her lips, she stretched and swung her legs over the side of the trailer bed. "I guess we should get to training?"

  "I don't know about you, but I like the practice we're doing right here." He captured her in his arms and tugged her back to kiss her neck.

  "How long until they fight for Blythe?" she asked.

  "We have a little more than a week."

  "Then we should train." Her voice was filled with regret.

  Marcus felt the same—it was more important to get in shape to save her friend. Still, he didn't know how many days like this he would get with Jessica. He couldn't find it in him to regret anything they had done last night, or this morning, but the fact remained that she belonged outside of this territory and he belonged within it.

  They had no future, and that gutted him.

  After a breakfast of fruit and English muffins, they went outside. The morning air was cool, but it didn't seem too chilly for Jessica, and he was glad for that. He still felt bad every time he thought about throwing her in the lake. Thankfully, if last night had been any indication, she didn't hold a grudge.

  The front door of Caitlyn and Grant's cabin opened and Grant walked outside. He waved before continuing to his garage.

  Jessica turned and faced Marcus. She planted her feet hip width apart and kept her arms loose at her sides, just like he had taught her. A challenging smile spread across her face and she raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready, old man?"

  "Always." He winked at her.

  She launched herself at him and he blocked her attack. Spinning, he got behind her and hugged her against his front.

  "Dang it," she panted. "I do that every single time."
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  He pressed himself against her ass. "I appreciate your predictability."

  She leaned against him, soft curves to his hard front. He nipped her ear, enjoying her soft gasp.

  "Who’s your friend, Marcus?"

  The voice came from behind. Marcus spun around, keeping Jessica on the other side of him, away from danger. Jase walked forward through the trees, his sandalwood scent coming with him. His dark eyebrows were high on his forehead, showcasing his surprise.

  Several curses were on the tip of Marcus’s tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. His mind worked frantically as he tried to come up with the best excuse for Jessica being here. He briefly entertained the notion of trying to convince Jase that she wasn't here at all. But he knew that wouldn't work.

  Her presence here was no longer a secret.

  She was in more danger than ever. He hadn't been careful enough, he'd failed her.

  Jessica tried to come around Marcus. He tried to block her, but she shoved his arm down. It was too late, anyway. The damage was done.

  She faced Jase, her stubborn chin jutting out. "I'm Jessica Valdez. Who are you?"

  "Jase Englender." He took a step toward them. He had one gold eye, one green, and both were staring hard at Jessica.

  Marcus growled, low in his throat.

  "He's one of the good guys, right?" Jessica asked.

  "I don't think any of us can be considered good—" Marcus began.

  But Jessica was already striding forward, her right hand outstretched.

  Chuckling, Jase shook her hand. He said, "You guys want to tell me what's going on?"

  "Not really." Marcus frowned.

  "Looks to me like someone else came into our territory the night Blythe arrived," Jase said. "Looks to me, Marcus, like you tried to keep her a secret."

  "Is it any fuckin’ surprise?" Marcus asked. "Look what's happening to her friend right now."

  Jase held up his hands. "I don't blame you. I think this was smart. Problem is, it's no long-term solution."

  "We're aware of that," Jessica said.

  "So," Jase said, "what's the plan?"

  Jessica spoke before Marcus could. "We’re asking a witch to intervene. When she sees that Blythe and I are here by mistake, we think she'll let us out."