Wolf on the Hunt

by N. J. Walters

  Louis walked to the bed and placed her in the center before coming down beside her. He levered himself over her, propping all his weight on his forearms. He was naked but for his jeans. The rough denim rubbed against her bare legs. He was also extremely aroused. “I want you today, tomorrow and fifty years from now.”

  Warmth spread from the center of her chest until it filled her entire body.

  “I’ll build you a studio next to our house,” he promised.

  “Our house?”

  He nodded. “One of the mini-houses is going to be ours. Joseph and Corrine, Anny and Armand and our mother will have the others. Gator and Sylvie have decided to stay in the other pack house since it has the biggest kitchen and Gator does most of the cooking.”

  “Our house?” she repeated.

  The corners of his mouth tipped up. He looked younger when he smiled. Still tough and badass, but the stress that usually enveloped him dropped away. “Ours. You can pick out all the finishes. Talk with Anny. She’s bookmarked all the best websites online. You can start ordering as soon as you agree to mate with me.”

  “You really want me?” God, she hated sounding so needy, but she really needed reassurance.

  He lowered his head until their foreheads touched. “That you even need to ask me that hurts.”

  She rubbed his shoulders. They were so strong and solid, like the man himself. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you’ve been so distant the past few days, I started to wonder…”

  Louis snorted and raised his head. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”

  She nodded solemnly. “Okay, I appreciate that, but a little conversation wouldn’t have gone astray.”

  “I was afraid.” Of all the things he could have told her, this was one she never would have imagined. Louis had killed his own father, could have been alpha of his own pack.

  “What are you afraid of?”

  “That you’ll leave me.” His stark reply made her heart ache.

  Her heart overflowed with love for this very special man. She pulled Louis close, reveling in his full weight on top of her. “I’ll never leave you,” she promised. “I love you.”

  His groan echoed through the room. He rolled with her in his arms so that she was lying on top of him. She pushed up into a seated position, and his erection pressed against her mound through the layers of their clothing.

  He skimmed his hands under her top and shoved it upward. Gray helped by pulling it off and tossing it aside. He immediately cupped her breasts and thumbed her already taut nipples, making them tighten even more.

  “Louis,” she cried as she rotated her hips.

  “Mate with me.”

  She knew he wanted her agreement. He’d already told her what to expect. While the prospect was a little frightening, it was sexy as hell too. This was the equivalent of a werewolf marriage. There was no going back once this was done.

  Gray pushed away from him and scrambled off the bed. Louis closed his eyes and took a deep breath. There was stark disappointment when he opened them. He thought she was backing away from him.

  “I’m sorry, chère.”

  His apology left her speechless.

  “I’m rushing you,” he continued.

  She shook her head and shimmied out of her sleep shorts. Naked, she stood before him. His eyes widened but he didn’t move. His chest and arms rippled with muscle that looked as though it had been carved from stone.

  Gray climbed back onto the mattress and took up position on her hands and knees. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. “This is the right way, isn’t it?”

  Louis’s heart dropped when she climbed off the bed. He’d done the one thing he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do—push Gray into a decision. As much as he wanted her in his life, he knew he had to tread cautiously. His emotions had goaded him into demanding an answer. In his defense, the last two days had been pure torture.

  The first night hadn’t been so bad because they’d both been injured and exhausted and had simply fallen into bed and slept. But last night had been excruciating. He’d resorted to taking a shower and jerking off to keep some semblance of control. He’d been sorely tested having Gray’s sweet body curled up against his all night long.

  And the days were just as bad. Her every smile, every gesture, every word she spoke made him want her more. The rest of the pack liked her and Cherise positively adored her, which of course meant Cole did too. She fit perfectly with the rest of his family.

  The uncertainty of their relationship was killing him.

  So while he’d planned on giving her more time to come to terms with who they were, who she was as a half-breed werewolf, he’d blurted out what he wanted and was now paying the price for his haste.

  He apologized, but she shook her head and he feared the worst. Then she stripped off the cute little shorts that barely covered her lower half, leaving her naked. He didn’t quite understand at first.

  When she crawled onto the bed beside him on her hands and knees and offered herself to him, Louis knew he’d died and gone to heaven.

  Now that she’d agreed, he didn’t want to give her time to change her mind. His wolf was howling and demanding he claim the little she-wolf as his own.

  She laughed as he struggled out of his jeans. He cursed the material and finally ripped it from his body. Then he pounced, and her sweet laugh turned to even sweeter moans of pleasure as he kissed his way down the curve of her spine to her plump and delectable ass.

  He nibbled on her smooth skin and parted her legs wider. The perfume of her arousal hit him with the force of a sledgehammer, momentarily stunning him. He basked in her acceptance of him. She wanted him, only him. She’d seen him fight and kill, seen him turn down a position most wolves coveted, and she still wanted him.

  He slid one hand between her thighs to test her readiness. She was wet, but he wanted more than that. He wanted her moans of desire, wanted to feel her pussy clench his fingers before she took his cock.

  His erection throbbed in protest, wanting in now.

  Louis ignored his own needs to focus on Gray. “You are gorgeous.” And she was, with her ass high in the air and her legs spread wide to expose the slick, pink folds of her sex.

  He slipped two fingers into her sheath and pushed deep. Gray shuddered and goose bumps ran down her arms. He used his thumb to find the plump nub at the apex of her thighs and rub it. As soon as he touched her clit, she shuddered and began to move against his hands.

  Louis almost came. He gritted his teeth and concentrated on Gray, which only made his torment worse. Each whimper and cry of need squeezed his balls tight. The sweet, musky scent of her arousal had his dick harder than a steel spike. And the sight of her spread out before him made him feel like the king of the forest.

  She pushed her hips against his hand. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers. He knew she was close and he couldn’t wait any longer.

  He pulled his hand away and she uttered a cry of protest. He quickly got into position behind her and sank the head of his cock into her wet warm. Both of them shuddered. He cupped her hips and kept her still when she would have pushed back against him. His wolf was growling at him for being so stupid, but his human heart had to be sure.

  “Gray?”

  “Do it, Louis. Do it.”

  He flexed his hips, burying his cock to the hilt. He covered her smaller body with his much larger one, planted his hands on the mattress next to hers and leaned down to nuzzle the tender spot at the back of her neck.

  “I love you,” he told her. Then he allowed his fangs to grow and sank them into her smooth skin.

  She jerked beneath him. “Oh God,” she moaned. Then she shoved her butt against him, pushing his dick deeper. “Louis.” She gasped his name as he marked her.

  Her blood was sweet in his mouth. It meant life, but more than that, it mea
nt acceptance. He pumped his hips hard and fast and slipped one hand between her thighs.

  She was on edge too and worked to keep up with his rhythm. He withdrew his fangs and dragged his tongue over his mark. Gray was his, and now every other wolf would know that. He nibbled around the small wound as he continued to pound into her from behind. He fingered her clit and felt her entire body stiffen.

  Making her come was his only priority. He fucked her hard and fast, short strokes that pushed her higher and higher. He pressed his thumb against her clit and she exploded around him. Her pussy hugged his cock so hard Louis saw stars. No, not stars, fireworks.

  His orgasm came from the depths of his soul. He poured his life essence into Gray, and her acceptance filled the empty space with love.

  When she folded beneath him, he lowered her down onto the mattress and curled around her from behind. The base of his dick was still swollen, locking him inside her.

  He kissed every spot of her he could reach, paying special attention to his mating mark. He could feel the invisible bonds of their mating wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. Gray was his.

  Gray had to touch her fingers to her face to make sure she was still here. They’d had sex before, but nothing had prepared her for the act of mating. It was though she could feel Louis. The mark on her neck throbbed. Not in a bad way but in very arousing one.

  His cock was still locked inside her and his brawny arms were around her. He loved her and had mated with her. She giggled, unable to keep silent. She wanted to laugh and jump and sing.

  He gave a rumbling chuckle and toyed with one of her nipples, sending her arousal rocketing back up even though she hadn’t even come down from her orgasm.

  “You belong to me now,” he told her. “And I belong to you.” He sounded as though he really relished the idea of belonging to her. It sounded good to her too.

  He was still fully erect but managed to separate from her. She frowned, not ready to lose the closeness between them, especially after the days of tension.

  Louis turned her until she was facing him, lifted her thigh over his and pushed his way into her again. Her breath caught in her throat as he stretched her sensitive sheath.

  “This way I can see you.” He peppered her face with hot kisses that melted her heart. “And touch you.” He stroked her arm and cupped her breast.

  “Might be even better if I was on top,” she told him.

  She’d barely finished suggesting it when he moved, rolling onto his back so she was sprawled over him. She loved this position. Heck, she loved every position with Louis.

  She propped her hands on his impressive chest and stared into his eyes. They were filled with warmth and satisfaction.

  He rubbed his big hands down her spine until he was cupping her ass. “I like having you on top too,” he told her.

  “So we’re official now, right?”

  He tightened his hands on her butt. “Yes, we’re official. I’ll tell Jacque when he calls. The others will scent it as soon as you’re near them.”

  “Wow.” She absently rubbed the scar on her neck.

  “We can have a human wedding as well if that makes you happy,” he told her.

  “You’d do that for me?” She was surprised he’d even suggest such a thing.

  He captured her face with his large, gentle hands. “Don’t you understand there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy?”

  As declarations went, it was a biggie. Louis filled all the empty spaces in her life. He’d given her love, acceptance and a family. He’d given her everything she’d ever dreamed of and more than she’d ever dared to want.

  “You. You make me happy.” She leaned down and kissed him. Louis practically inhaled her as though she was the very air he needed to breath. His cock flexed inside her, making her moan.

  When she pulled back, they were both smiling.

  “I’d given up my hunt for love,” he told her. “I never expected to find you.”

  Her love for this man was overwhelming. Tears filled her eyes and she wiped them away. “Yeah, well, I never expected to find the likes of you either.

  He laughed and hugged her. She rested her head on his shoulder, knowing he’d always be here for her and that her love was safe with him.

  His cock jerked again and she sat up, taking him deeper. “Again?” she asked. That was one of the cool things about making love with a werewolf, no recovery time necessary.

  “Again and again and again. I’ll never get enough of you, Gray.”

  She kissed him again and then began to move. She didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him either.

  About the Author

  Once upon a time, N.J. had the idea that she would like to quit her job at the bookstore, sell everything she owned, leave her hometown and write romance novels in a place where no one knew her. And she did. Two years later, she went back to the bookstore and her hometown and settled in for another seven years.

  She gave notice at her job on a Friday morning. On Sunday afternoon, she received a tentative acceptance for her first erotic romance novel and life would never be the same.

  N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

  N.J. enjoys hearing from readers, and she can be reached at njwalters22@yahoo.ca. You can also check out her website at www.njwalters.com.

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  She makes it to Salvation only to be cornered by her pursuers and then rescued by the biggest, baddest werewolf she’s ever seen.

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