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by In Her Blood(lit)

  LUNEWULF 2: IN HER BLOOD

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, January 2004

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

  PO Box 787

  Hudson, OH 44236-0787

  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-677-1

  Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

  Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

  LUNEWULF 2: IN HER BLOOD © 2004 LORIE O’CLARE

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Delyn Eagling

  Cover art by Darrell King.

  Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood

  Lorie O’Clare

  Chapter One

  Elsa watched through unblinking eyes as the buck strolled into the clearing. She sat on her hind legs. Her fur-covered bottom resting against the crushed pine needles and rough twigs that covered the forest floor. The stillness around her fueled her predatory desires. Nothing moved.

  She tensed, preparing herself for the kill. This was what she had been waiting for. This moment. This hunt. The battle between her and her meal.

  Her eyes narrowed as the buck’s head lifted, his nostrils flaring, body tensing as he tested the air. She knew the moment he sensed her. The rigidness of his large body, the scent of his sweat, his fear.

  Her mouth watered from the pungent aroma, the need to lick her lips overwhelming her. She wanted to taste his flesh. Feel his warm blood trickling down her throat. The thrill of meat well earned.

  Staring at her prey, Elsa’s muscles quivered, her heart racing with anticipation. The fear of the buck prevailed and he took flight.

  She flew at the large animal, even though he was more than head and shoulders taller than she. His speed and strength were no match to her breed. She was his ultimate executioner. Natural selection, raw and primitive. He screamed in terror, the sound echoing through the night, filling her senses, racing through her blood as she narrowed the distance between them.

  The peak moment had arrived.

  Her dagger-like claws grabbed on to a thick hind leg and her breath caught at the sensation when she punctured through the hide, like puncturing a grape with her teeth—POP.

  Danger penetrated the air, strong, powerful, throwing her off balance. She turned, almost stumbling, snarling as the buck broke free. It continued to run, not yet aware of its injuries, but Elsa stilled. She tested the damp air, watching the night carefully, the fur on the back of her neck bristling in fury.

  Strutting, confident, he approached her without caution. Fur blacker than night, muscles rippling, a werewolf like none she had seen before. She stood in awe, staring as the magnificent creature approached her.

  She had known her share of alpha males, but never one like this. He was so massive. Her skin prickled, tingling sensations rippled across her nerve endings. An overwhelming desire to roll over and offer her belly rushed through her. She hadn’t considered spreading her legs for any man, or werewolf, since she’d left home. Now thoughts of this powerful beast mounting her teased her muted desires to distraction.

  The scent of fresh blood and raw earth was suddenly replaced by another, more primitive smell. Lust and submission—her submission. It shocked her. The sweet smell of wantonness filled her nostrils, causing her heart to trip in fear. Because she knew he had detected it. Knew he recognized it for what it was.

  His muscles twitched. His brown eyes narrowed while he stared, gleaming with carnal intent. He moved through the underbrush, coming closer to her. She knew he wasn’t after her kill.

  His almond shaped eyes glowed in surprise for only a moment while Elsa felt the breath slam from her chest. Her heart raced as her body quivered with the sensations that flooded through her.

  Deep, forbidding, a low masculine growl rumbled from his powerful chest, resonating with carnal dominance—demanding submission. Elsa trembled at the sound, sexual heat flaring in the pit of her belly at his demand. His mouth opened, white teeth, longer than a man’s fingers, flashed through the blackness of the night. A thick, red tongue edged slightly out of his mouth and a wicked grin appeared. Confidence. Arrogance. His certainty that she was his irked her.

  She stared at him for a minute before the pain in her chest reminded her to breathe. The sexual tension saturating the air demanded she move and move now. Instinctively, she backed away.

  She had two choices. Belly up, or run like hell. She could roll over, spread her legs and offer her sweet juices to this unknown werewolf. She watched as his thick tongue slid over his upper lip, moistening his glossy coat and imagined that rough texture rousing her swollen entrance. She almost went down in the rear thinking about it. She wanted to give her ass a quick shake to prod it back to reality, but didn’t dare.

  Black as the night, more carnal than sin, he was cloaked with the scent of nature and power. He was one with the darkness—the master of it. He showed no sign of hesitation. He would consume her, take her.

  He was so damned big. That cocky strut of his gave proof to the fact that he didn’t hear the word “No” that often. She would simply be another piece of tail. That left a sour taste in her mouth. She chose to run like hell.

  He would chase her. She wanted him to chase her.

  As she turned to flee, she glimpsed his powerful muscles bunch, ripple. His howl rent the air. Challenging. Forceful. Unease rippled down Elsa’s back at the meaning of the sound. He was warning not just her, but anyone near. This bitch is mine!

  The overgrown black and tan brute mistook her petite features as a sign that she couldn’t take care of herself. He must have thought since she was petite she was helpless. Were men the same everywhere? She would show this werewolf—this alpha male—that she wasn’t his play toy. He might be twice her size, but speed was an asset of her breed. And she was pure bred. This American werewolf didn’t stand a chance against her lunewulf heritage. She couldn’t be caught—by anyone. If the wrong person spotted her, it would be all over. They would take her home. And going back wasn’t an option.

  White as the moon. Rick Bolton had never seen anything like her. Silver eyes, defiant with curiosity, watched him for a mere moment, before she turned and disappeared through the trees. She moved with grace, like a princess.

  She’d surprised him, taking on that buck without hesitation. Most bitches hunted smaller animals, or left the hunting to their mates. But this sexy thing enjoyed the attack, the fire in her defiant eyes captivated him at first glance.

  She wasn’t a bitch from his pack. He’d never seen her before. If she belonged to one of the other packs in the state, she was new to his territory. He would have remembered a beautiful white werewolf like her. Something that beautiful shouldn’t be running by herself.

  Her small body, tempting, slender and petite, distracted him. Her alluring aroma clung to the air, making her trail easy to follow. Tempting and erotic, without fear. She moved quickly, not wishing to be captured. That wish could be granted for the moment.

  Run for now, moon princess. But you’re mine!

  Her fluid movements never faltered. Nor did she look back. But she had to know he would follow. Her independence grabbed him, adding to her sensual beauty.

  He watched her retreat, stilling his natural impatience, his carnal need for the moonlit bitch that had fled so suddenly. He had been without a woman for months. Without a mate for too long. But that was about to change. This female, who would attack pre
y twice her size, and not belly up for him, intrigued him. He had to know more about her.

  He followed at a careful distance, willing to let her believe she had escaped. For now. Her independence intrigued him. Her glossy white coat mesmerized him.

  He paused at the edge of the woods, allowing the darkness to shield him as he watched her approach a deserted vehicle. Her body transformed, white fur turning to long streaming locks. Her coat altering into creamy white skin. Large breasts, a firm tummy, narrow hips, and slender long legs. He would make a feast out of her.

  She paused beside the car, comfortable in her nudity, in the isolation of the night. Rick could feel his heart slamming into his chest as she opened the door, bent… God, that was a view to die for. He could take her, enjoy that perfect body, fuck her until she begged him to do her over and over again.

  Her slender legs, tight ass, and narrow waist were partially hidden by her long blonde hair. She slipped into jeans, stretched while she pulled a sweatshirt over her head. Full round breasts silhouetted in the darkness had his paws tingling as he thought of his male hands cupping them. Feeling her nipples harden. Hearing her moan at his touch. Fire burned through him, her perfection making him drool with lust.

  This moon princess was in his territory, making her his responsibility. Although his body screamed at him to make his presence known, learn who she was tonight, he knew she would balk from his advances. She hadn’t been a solitary bitch looking for a quick fuck on a lonely night, or she wouldn’t have run. He didn’t know what possessed her to be out, so far from town, and all by herself. But finding out wouldn’t be difficult. He had a feeling getting to know her would be a pure pleasure.

  He could smell her hesitation. It was a part of their species, the detection of each emotion. Like a sweet, addicting narcotic the scent of her arousal had wrapped around his senses. As had the darker scent of her fear. Just like he knew she had detected his lust.

  Amusement rippled through his mind, that and confidence. He wouldn’t let her escape as easily as she might believe she had. Their species was unique. Their abilities both human and animal, magnified. He would find her and he would take her. Because he had sensed something more. Something he hadn’t seen since his previous mate had perished in that fire, the awareness that this woman, in all her shining beauty, was meant for him.

  Run for now, moon princess. But know you are now protected—and claimed.

  Chapter Two

  Elsa adjusted her sweatshirt, clothes feeling strange after weeks of being in her fur, and turned nervously. He was watching her. She couldn’t prove it, not with her human eyes. But he was out there. And who the hell was he, anyway?

  She kept her hand on the car, the cold metal somehow offering sanctuary while she stumbled around and got in on the driver’s side. Walking on two legs again seemed awkward.

  Smells were all different. Everything was different. She shivered, her fur no longer protecting her sensitive flesh.

  “Where are my damned keys?” She needed to quit shaking, to still the racing of her heart. That damned werewolf really shook her up.

  Even in her human form, her senses were heightened, a gift her species had. But she dealt now with the limitations of her human senses. Darkness cloaked her ability to see him.

  After finding her keys under the mat, Elsa started the car, turned on the headlights, and used the beams to help her see in the dark, searching. He wouldn’t have taken off. The fact that he could see her, knew exactly what she was doing, while she didn’t have a clue what he did, made her nuts.

  “Get an eyeful, mister?” she growled in disgust, wishing she could ignore her pulsing pussy.

  She pushed in the clutch, grinding gears. Hell, it’d been a while since she’d driven. The seat slapped her ass while she bounced across the field, toward the road, back into civilization. The small bag, carrying everything she owned, slid off the back seat onto the floor. She reached for it, putting it on the seat next to her. Time to be human again.

  Elsa shifted gears, pulling onto the two-lane highway. Thank God no other cars were around to see her drive from the field onto the road. Getting stopped and questioned for parking in the middle of an isolated field would just add to her problems. Right now she needed to figure out a new place to hide.

  She gripped the steering wheel, not sure where to go. Her nerves were frazzled.

  And that wasn’t the only thing. Dampness soaked the crotch of her jeans while her pussy pulsed in beat with her heart. Longing spread through her body. An ache spawning in her womb. She reached down, her fingers rubbing against the swollen lips of her cunt through her jeans, wishing away the pain.

  None of this made any sense. Elsa had longed to be fucked before. Needing a man’s touch wasn’t a new sensation. But something had happened back there in the forest. More than just a stray werewolf interrupting her kill. An attraction stronger than anything she’d experienced before still lingered, pulsing through her veins. He’d compelled her with his raw power, a driving carnal need, his cocky self-assuredness. And she worried his interest in her might be strong enough for him to follow her, track her down.

  And you would love it if he found you.

  A marquee advertising rooms for rent caught her eye as she drove into the nearby town. Elsa pulled into the gravel parking lot and stared warily at the brightly lit sign. Why were her insides in such a frenzy?

  Her taut firm breasts were swollen, heavy and craving to be sucked. The material of her sweatshirt brushed against her nipples, hard and eager to be nibbled on.

  “This is ridiculous.” She scowled at her behavior, turning off the car. “You can’t afford to act this way, Elsa.”

  Lecturing herself did nothing to calm her rattled nerves. It did nothing to still the heat that was like a virus gone mad throughout her system. Her hands shook while she walked across the parking lot to the small lobby. The last thing she wanted was to spend money on a room for the night. Her funds were limited, and would be until she could access the money her parents had left her.

  Elsa tossed her bag on the bed, cringing at the stale smell of the room. At least she could enjoy a hot shower. No man would be impressed with the image staring back at her through the dirty mirror. Pale, too thin, her hair stringy and tangled, right now she’d make the werewolf who had chased her so eagerly in her fur turn and run if he saw her.

  But you don’t want him to chase you. Remember that.

  Elsa stood under the shower, steamy water pelting her skin, massaging life back into her sore muscles. She arched into the warmth of it, then tipped her head back soaking her hair. Almost involuntarily her hands drifted over her body, caressing her breasts, the smooth line of her stomach. Thoughts of the werewolf, so big, and so determined, drifted through her mind.

  It bugged her that she wanted him so badly. Her pussy was hot, cum covering her fingers when she parted the soft folds. Her flesh ached for him, but it shouldn’t be like this. She shouldn’t be coming for a werewolf she didn’t even know.

  “You don’t even know who he is.” Great. Now she was talking to herself.

  She didn’t react like this for any other werewolf who happened to look her way.

  Controlling her body and her needs had never been a problem. But something about this werewolf—this man—made her ache to know him better. He had been so confident, so sure of himself as he approached her. It was as if he owned her, and had finally taken time to seek her out.

  “But no one owns you, Elsa,” she chided herself, jerking her hands back from the velvet heat of her body.

  Throttling her frustrated moan, she grabbed the soap and washcloth. She scrubbed her body, enjoying the tingling along her skin, the feel of the lather on her flesh. “You are your own bitch. And you’ve worked very hard to keep that status,” she reminded herself.

  She couldn’t forget that. Almost three months of running, hiding, continually moving, couldn’t end with getting careless over some sexy hunk of a werewolf. She had too much at ris
k here.

  It hadn’t been easy, escaping her pack. The law that had been dictated by the pack leader, Elsa’s grandmother, provided a damned good reason to run. She was purebred, a lunewulf, and her species was endangered.

  Grandmother Rousseau had chosen three mates for her. Now, fucking three men didn’t sound like a bad thing. But no one was going to tell her whom to fuck. And she didn’t want the three mates who had been chosen for her.

  Hiding, covering her tracks, and moving before she got too cozy had kept her free.

  Drooling over some gorgeous werewolf could only cause trouble.

  Her body wasn’t listening to her though.

  She turned in the water, propping a foot on the side of the tub, allowing the cascade to hit her burning pussy with pounding force. Tiny droplets vibrated over the tormented flesh while Elsa ran her fingers over her slick cunt, feeling the moist heat, the vibration of the droplets. Desire mingled with the steam in the bathroom.

  She wanted to be fucked, needed a cock, thick and hard, thrusting deep inside her. She wanted to experience the raw carnal hunger of that werewolf in the forest. Know his aggression. Experience his confidence. The way those dark brown eyes had devoured her, marking her with his gaze, made her quiver. Lust flooded through her like a hot stream.

  “Dammit woman. You are going to get yourself into trouble.” She turned off the water, frustrated that she couldn’t control the direction of her thoughts.

  Toweling dry, she rubbed until heated friction pinkened her skin. She needed to stay focused. She wouldn’t be in this room right now if she hadn’t gotten careless. That werewolf never should have found her, or been able to follow her.

  “You wanted him to follow you, and you know it.” She glared at her image in the foggy mirror.

  Either way, he did follow her, and more than likely saw the car she was driving. Bad. Bad. Bad. If he had spotted one of the fliers that her pack had put out, then she was history. Somehow, she needed to get out of this town unnoticed and put a lot of miles between her and that distracting werewolf.