Lorie OClare - Lunewulf 2 - In Her Blood.jpg

by In Her Blood(lit)

  Rick didn’t have a mate. And last night he said, “You are mine.”

  She realized they were walking again, Rocky strolling alongside her, watching her curiously. They reached the quiet lane where Rocky and Rick lived. Elsa studied Rick’s house while they walked toward it.

  If you challenge Ramona, you could have Rick.

  “What are you thinking?” The silence must have grown too thick for Rocky.

  “I need to figure out what to do about my car.” That hadn’t been what she was thinking at all. But she wouldn’t share her ridiculous ponderings with Rocky.

  Her pack was looking for her. And she already had three mates. Just a minor problem that she had no idea how to take care of.

  “I doubt you have to worry about your car.” Rocky walked ahead of her, heading for her small cottage next to Rick’s house. “As soon as Rick sees it, he will make sure it’s taken care of.”

  She turned around, grinning conspiratorially, but then frowned, looking past Elsa. “There’s Toby. I hope nothing’s wrong.”

  Turning, she made eye contact with the redhead driving toward them in his truck. He leaned over, rolling down the passenger window. “I’m supposed to tell you to get in touch with Rick.”

  Elsa’s heart pounded in her throat, her palms suddenly growing damp. Rick must know what happened. Now she had to figure out how to justify her actions to him.

  Her cheek must have been a sight the way Toby focused on it.

  His boyish grin made her warm with embarrassment. “Looks like I missed a show.”

  “You sure did.” Rocky sounded ready to share exciting news. “Elsa could have kicked Ramona’s ass if she wanted to.”

  “Do you want to?” Toby grinned.

  This pack needed a good queen bitch so desperately. And you need a good pack.

  The lump in her throat prevented her from answering.

  “Don’t push her.” Rocky put her arm around her. “Give her time to get to know Rick.”

  This pack was sucking her in. She could feel it. “I guess I should call him.”

  “I think that would be a good idea.” Toby revved the engine on his truck. “Be good, you two.”

  Her thoughts drifted to Rick while Toby turned his truck around and headed out. She wondered if he had noticed her car. More than likely if he had, he’d already heard about the little scene she’d had with Ramona in the diner.

  Dammit. The entire pack is probably buzzing over the latest gossip.

  “I think I’m going to take a nap. Do you want to run later?”

  Elsa knew running with any of the pack would only make them talk more. She looked different as a werewolf, her glossy white coat and smaller size, strong traits of her lunewulf breeding. At the rate she was going, she might as well contact her pack. There wouldn’t be a werewolf in the entire territory that didn’t know she was here. So much for keeping a low profile.

  “Maybe. I should take a nap too.”

  Rocky grinned, then turned toward her cottage. Elsa stared at Rick’s house for a moment. Its strong silence seemed to reach out, offering her sanctuary, protection.

  Curious to see what her face looked like, she trotted up the stairs to the bathroom. Faded green swelling spread over her cheeks. Several scratches from Ramona’s extended claws trailed down the center of the bruising. As she ran her fingers over the bruise, images of Ramona’s furious glare told her how coldhearted the bitch actually was. The woman didn’t care at all about Rocky or Marty’s happiness. And it was clear as the nose on her face that the two of them were in love.

  “You don’t deserve to be queen bitch.” She stared at her reflection, reaching for her brush and running it through her windblown hair.

  But Rick should have told her about Ramona. He’d intentionally kept that information from her. But you haven’t told him you are running from a pack that wants you to mate with three werewolves.

  Sighing, she turned away from the bruised face in the mirror. Now she had to figure out what to say to Rick.

  The front door downstairs opened and closed just as she reached the phone next to the bed.

  Shit.

  Loud footsteps bounded up the stairs. Rick appeared in the doorway, looking larger than life. Adrenaline pumped through the air around him. His brown hair, windblown around his face, made him appear almost wild. His chocolate eyes swirled with emotion, pinning her with a dark, haunted gaze.

  “Will you challenge the queen bitch, moon princess?” He moved across the room, towering over her.

  “You should have told me there was a queen bitch.”

  His immense size could be intimidating. So much werewolf. So much man. His sensual aroma, mixed with passion and anger, made her heart race. Her fingers itched to touch those powerful chest muscles.

  “Would that knowledge have changed anything?” His calloused fingers snaked through her hair, easing her head back so that she stared into his questioning gaze.

  “You can’t claim me if you already have a queen bitch.”

  “I already have claimed you.” His mouth lowered to hers, hot, burning, branding her while his words swarmed through her brain.

  He pressed her to him, his other hand sliding under her shirt, searing her back with his touch. She cried out into his mouth, unable to help herself. His actions were almost wild as he yanked at her shirt, making her stumble backward as he pulled it over her head.

  “You can’t claim…”

  Her words were lost when he captured her mouth again. A bruising kiss, filled with fire, a domination that would crush any obstacle to gain what he wanted. What she needed. Yes. She needed this.

  His aggression filled her, wrapping around her like a gusty wind. His mouth seared her swollen cheek, traced a burning wet trail to her neck, showing her he didn’t care about pack law.

  Towering over her, filling her senses, her vision, everything around her with his presence, he ripped at her jeans as she tripped backward. She was certain buttons flew. His wild behavior brought on a portion of the change in him, his fingers thicker, nails a bit sharper while he yanked her jeans down her legs.

  The coolness of the wall against her back did little to soothe the heat racing through her. Words no longer seemed important. This beast/man ravished her, his large hands gripping her breasts, squeezing and pulling while his mouth seared over her with a heat that filled her with need. A lust-filled fever flushed through her, tormenting her with an ache that craved more of him.

  “Rick. Shit.”

  His tongue lapped at her nipple, moist fire searing from the focus of his torture, straight to her pussy. Grabbing his shoulders, feeling the taut skin covering his solid muscles, she wanted to pull him inside her, force him to soothe the fever he’d created inside her.

  “Every inch of you,” he burned a path with his tongue down her abdomen. “Is mine.”

  Expert hands glided down her body, while he tasted her flesh, licking, nibbling, wave after wave of passion rippling through her like an angry gale wind. Her feverish senses riding a tide that built with fury, anticipating the pending storm.

  His fingers pressed against her flesh, gripping her hips while he knelt in front of her, his breath hot against her skin.

  “Come on my face, moon princess.” His tongue pressed through her sensitive folds, stabbing her swollen pussy.

  “Rick. Oh. God.” Her head fell back, hitting the wall behind her, its solid coolness doing little to hold her up against his attack on her cunt.

  His tongue lapped at her moisture, drinking her cum while she held on to him. His solid muscle her lifeline while he fucked her with his tongue.

  The world would collapse around her. She was sure of it. The roughness of his tongue stroked her clit while he gripped her hips, holding her in place, pinning her while he devoured her. The tightening of her womb, a quickening building within her, made her dizzy, craving to give him all that he wanted.

  A low growl, vibrating from within him, seared through her overheated senses
. This was only his tongue. His ability to know just how to touch her, stroke her, bring her body to a point she never knew she could reach, overwhelmed her. Nothing she’d ever imagined, ever dreamed of while playing with herself, matched what he did to her right now.

  “Rick. Help me.” She would go over the edge. Her world seemed to tumble to the side. Even with the wall behind her, and him holding on to her, she couldn’t stand.

  Wave after wave of heated passion gushed through her, her body crashing against a storm that riveted through her with enough force to steal her breath. Grabbing his head, gripping his coarse hair with her fingers, she rode the storm that rushed through her, fearing she would pass out from the intensity of it.

  His tongue lapped the cum that soaked her pussy, while she struggled to breathe. Her legs suddenly wouldn’t hold her, the intensity of her orgasm taking all of her strength.

  Powerful arms grabbed her when she collapsed over him.

  “You are already claimed,” he whispered, lifting her and carrying her to the bed.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rick stared through the window, squinting at the sunset. Propping the phone against his shoulder, he searched for coffee filters. He had a feeling it would be a long night.

  “I’m an understanding man.” Ethan Masterson broke up slightly on his cell phone. Rick wished the connection would break up altogether. “But my pack is ten times larger than yours. We need good hunting ground. I think I’m being more than fair allowing you time to round your pack up before settling in.”

  He wanted to tell Masterson to kiss his ass. The werewolf in him itched to come through and run the punk out of town. And Rick would love to take the man on, humble him down a few notches. But the sad matter of fact was simply that his pack had endured enough over the past few years. He didn’t have the wolf power to stop Masterson’s pack from taking over.

  “I’ll bring it up at our next pack meeting.” And he was being more than fair by not telling the werewolf no. Even if it was a fool’s mission.

  “I’ll give you a week.” Masterson hung up the phone.

  He squeezed the receiver, aching to hurl it against the wall. A week. Where would he take his pack? Funds were low. Everyone had just settled in to jobs after relocating from Duluth. Life had just started to feel normal again.

  Deciding against coffee, he turned toward the stairs. His moon princess had been asleep for several hours now. Thoughts of cuddling that silky warm body against his sounded a hell of a lot better than plotting how he was going to get his pack out of town.

  Just staring at her helped ease the throbbing headache that had started at his temples. Elsa lay cuddled into a ball, the blankets tucked around her. One hand rested next to her face, her delicate fingers spread out on the pillow. Her blonde hair fanned out behind her, while several strands brushed over her cheek.

  Most often when a werewolf spent time in their fur, running and living in the wild, they slept more than normal once returning to their skin.

  How long were you in your fur, moon princess?

  Slipping out of the t-shirt and boxers he’d donned to go downstairs, he moved to the edge of the bed, watching her. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts, half covered by the blankets, stirred the beast within him.

  It had taken serious effort not to attack her earlier. He’d wanted to plow into her, not showing any mercy. The desire to allow the change had almost overwhelmed him. Her sultry little body had cried out to the creature that was part of his soul. His blood had burned to mate with her on the most primitive of levels. But sex in its purest form, raw, carnal, might have startled her. He’d endured the pain of holding back.

  Trying not to uncover her, he adjusted the blankets, sliding in next to her warmth. Just feeling her silky heat washing through him made his cock burn. When she’d fallen asleep earlier, he’d lain next to her, holding her, while a fever had rushed over him.

  Pack business had put his thoughts in order. Focusing on business kept him sane. But right now, he wanted to focus on Elsa.

  She curled into him, turning her body so long waves of blonde silk glided over his arm. Her full round breasts pressed against his chest when she cuddled into him, murmuring softly in her sleep. Already the bruise on her face began to fade. Werewolves mended faster than humans, but he wouldn’t deny the surge of pride that his moon princess had what it took to become queen bitch. His queen bitch.

  Every muscle in his body tightened. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to relax, hold her, cherish her beauty while she slept. A fire rushed over him, thoughts of burying himself deep inside her tight little pussy overwhelming him. Never had he craved a woman so desperately.

  Gentle and delicate, yet full of mystery, she’d entered his life needing protection. Little had he known how much he needed her. A figment of perfection thrown into his world. A world that was slowly turning upside down on him.

  Elsa stretched, moving her legs so they intertwined with his. The moisture between her legs glided over him, the intense heat scalding his senses. His cock throbbed, bobbing between them, causing her to stir more. With the slightest of movement, he could adjust her, pull her to him enough to allow him entrance. Pain surged through him with the need to fuck her. More than anything, he wanted to fill her, hear her cry his name.

  She mumbled something unintelligible, shifting so he could see the delicate features of her face. Those full lips parting ever so slightly while she whispered her dreams to him.

  “Moon princess.” He barely whispered, but pleasure rippled through him when her mouth twitched, a small smile appearing.

  He couldn’t help himself.

  His cock pressed into the heat of her skin when he lowered himself over her, brushing his lips against hers. She responded, opening to him. The gentle touch of her fingers, when they glided over his shoulder, sent chills through his overheated body.

  “Rick,” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. “Make love to me.”

  Nothing else mattered in his world. Her soft touch, the gentle caress of her words over his tortured senses, the softness of her body pressed against his were all that mattered.

  He deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness she offered him. Her tongue danced eagerly with his, her body coming to life. Gliding her leg up his, the smoothness of her skin torturing him further, she adjusted her hips, offering herself to him.

  Heat wrapped around his cock, her pussy soaking his shaft when she rubbed against him.

  “You don’t know how badly I need you.” His confession brought her to life.

  She pressed into him, rolling him to his back. Climbing onto him, she adjusted her pussy over his cock, her fire searing through him. Her smile fogged his senses. She appeared a vision of perfection. Her blonde hair streamed around her, falling over her breasts, past her shoulders, fanning around her like a cloak. Sapphire eyes glowed while watching him. The way her lips curved into a luscious smile, satisfaction at taking control making her glow, made her even more beautiful.

  “Tell me how badly you need me.” She grinned, triumphant, while sliding her tight pussy over his shaft.

  “Dear God.” He would drown in what she offered him.

  The tightness of her cunt, her moist muscles strangling the life from him, made him her willing victim.

  She cried out. As he watched, her head fell back, her eyes fluttered shut, she impaled herself with his cock. He searched for words to let her know how he felt. But her beauty, her desire to make him her prey, her willingness to fuck him when he needed her so desperately, overwhelmed him, making it hard to form words.

  Her long lashes parted, her gaze seductive. “Tell me, wolf man.”

  She raised her hips over him, her tight pussy gliding over his cock. Lowering herself again, she began riding him, while he balanced her, holding on to the soft roundness of her thighs.

  Her actions would make him crazy, send him over the edge. The slowness of her motions was enough to boil his blood. The creature deep within him, th
e predator who would dominate, fought within him. His adorable moon princess would be the end of him.

  “I want you badly enough never to let you go.” He tightened his grip on her, thrusting up.

  “Oh.” Her lips formed the most adorable circle when she cried out.

  He thrust again, deeper, harder, watching her skin flush, her breath catch while he drove deep inside her. Pressing further, her heat engulfed him, spreading through him, urging him on. He would devour her, take her over the edge with him.

  The way her breasts bounced while he thrust upwards captivated him. Pushing upwards, gliding in and out of her soaked cunt, he watched her perky brown nipples. They were so hard, her breasts so full.

  She arched, her hands drifting over her flat belly, gliding over those full round breasts. He moved in and out of her, building momentum, pressure building deep within him while blood raced through his veins.

  “Oh. Shit. God.” Her cries fueled him, the urge to pound her with everything he had driving through him.

  His cock swelled, taking over. There was no holding back. “I’m going to come, Elsa.” He wanted to fill her with his seed. Make his mark so irreversible she would never leave him.

  But she surprised him. Jumping off of him before he could grab her, Elsa grabbed ahold of his cock. Her small fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing the life from him. Her moist lips, her hot mouth covered his cock head, sucking.

  “Dear God, woman!”

  She drank from him, feeding on him. Once again, making him her prey. He could barely raise his head as she drained all he had to offer. Doing his best to watch her, moving strands of blonde hair so he could see that incredible mouth at work, those spunky blue eyes of hers danced at him. Triumph. She grinned, white cream covering her lips, and looked sexier than any woman he had ever seen before.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Heat flushed through Elsa, her pussy throbbing from the pounding he’d just given her. And she knew she must be grinning like a schoolgirl. The way he tasted, the tingling in her mouth from his cock, empowered her, making her want more.