George howled, jumping back. She hurried to her feet, falling once before steadying herself. She needed to run. There was no time to fight. He lunged at her, tripping her, her jaw hitting the ground with a thud.
Then there were barks. More werewolves. Shit! She couldn’t think straight, but instinct kicked in. All she needed to do was run.
Another werewolf pounced on her, making escape impossible. She didn’t know Frederick as well. He was larger, heavier, and his stocky frame about crushed the life out of her.
A prodding by her tail alerted her. He meant to fuck her.
No! God. No! If she weren’t so damned exhausted maybe she would have more strength. Tears welled in her eyes, the pressure building just underneath her tail. Frederick crushed her hips when he mounted her, his weight impossible to stand under. Falling to her side, she whimpered, wondering what she could have done to prevent this.
A horrendous growl tore through the air when something flew over her. She was too disoriented to understand what happened. It took her a couple of seconds before she realized Frederick was no longer on top of her. Struggling to her feet, she shook her head, working to clear the fog in her brain and clear her vision.
Oh shit! The largest black and tan werewolf she had ever seen in her life sent Frederick flying through the air. Teeth longer than her human hand flashed in the morning sunlight when he curled his lip, daring George to approach.
Rick! She began barking, thrilled to see him, and eager to help him fight all at the same time. He turned, rushing into her. Almost half his size, she doubted she would live through one round with him. But he wouldn’t attack her. She had returned to him.
Jumping back quickly, she barked her confusion. But his warning growl silenced her. No sooner had he turned his back on George and Frederick then the two of them jumped him at the same time.
Rick! Watch out!
She didn’t need to warn him. He turned, muscles rippling under his fur, and threw George across the meadow, her pack mate rolled several yards before gaining his balance. She sat, and then stood, knowing she needed to help him, but understanding his growl to mean she needed to stay out of this.
Frederick moved in low, latching on with razor sharp teeth. He connected. She feared the tightening of Rick’s body was the reaction to the intense pain. But he didn’t hesitate. There were no howls of agony. Rick twisted, opening his mouth wide enough she swore he could bite off Frederick’s head.
His howl curdled her blood. Those dagger teeth of his ripped through Frederick like the werewolf was made out of paper. Instinctively she took a step backward, watching Rick throw Frederick with his mouth. The werewolf landed with a thud, quickly changing into his human form. He was dead.
Rick turned his attention to George. The werewolf gave her a quick glance and then took off running, obviously deciding she wasn’t worth dying over. Rick made like he would chase the werewolf down, but didn’t. Instead, he turned his attention to her, his golden brown eyes glowing with a mixture of fury and lust.
Chapter Twenty
He wanted to send her flying for scaring him to death. And at the same time, he wanted to cuddle her to him, make sure she was okay, and cherish her warmth next to his.
Terror streamed across her face. More than likely, she’d never seen someone killed before. Her glossy white coat was matted, mud strewn up her legs and patches of dirt caked to her chest. At least he hoped it was mud. She better not be hurt.
Her silver eyes were bloodshot. She looked about her nervously, meeting his gaze only for moments before checking her surroundings. She appeared jumpy, sitting then standing, then sitting again. It wouldn’t surprise him if she were in a mild state of shock.
A simple collar hung around her neck, buckled in the front with a limp bag hanging from it, more than likely her clothes. If they were worth putting on, he’d be surprised. His moon princess was a wreck.
More than anything, he wanted to haul her home, lock the two of them in his room, and teach her a hard lesson in trust. Running off like she had, leaving him clueless to her whereabouts, would not happen again. Elsa needed to realize she risked her life, and freedom, more by leaving him, than if she’d stayed by his side.
You will swear to me never to do this again. Growling irritated the flesh wound on his chest, but he ignored it.
Pressing against Elsa, he savored her scent, rich and sweet. He ran his tongue over her coat. Too bad he didn’t have time to give her a thorough bath. She tried to step to the side, her worried look telling him she knew she would answer to him later.
Good, moon princess. At least you realize you’ve made a mistake. He wouldn’t let her move away from him. She was so much smaller than he was in werewolf form that he could almost walk over her. Finally she sat down, whimpering while she gave him quick, short licks.
Pressure instantly built in his cock. The desire to mate with her, fuck her silly right here in the field almost overtook his rational thought. Instinct ran strong through him. The whole world had a right to see that she belonged to him. No one would try to take her and live through the act.
But he had a rogue lunewulf to deal with. There was also the matter of removing the dead werewolf. It wouldn’t do for humans to find a naked, battered body out in the middle of nowhere.
And he wouldn’t rest until he knew her old pack accepted her as his mate. He took her collar in his teeth, wishing he had a leash to attach to it, insure she stayed with him. A gentle tug had her on her feet.
Stay with me, he commanded. His quick bark alerted her, and she fell into stride, running alongside him back toward town.
Her breeding gave her great speed, a speed he couldn’t match, which was the only reason her old pack mates were able to run so far ahead of him before they stumbled across Elsa. But she must have been exhausted. He found himself moving slower than he would have while she ran alongside him.
The first thing he needed to do was stop by the house, check for messages. Ramona needed to be tracked down. If there were any other lunewulf in town he wanted them detained. And although he wished he didn’t need to give it attention at the moment, word was out that several of Masterson’s pack had run through town the night before.
My pack will not be run out of town in the middle of the night. They would leave with dignity. And they would leave when he said.
They reached the spot where he had left his clothes. He straightened while the change moved through him, muscles contorting while bones shifted. Pain surged through his body from the wound he’d received from that lunewulf. Glancing down, he grimaced at the torn flesh. It would need some attention before he did anything else.
“How badly are you hurt?” He glanced up to see Elsa focusing on his chest, worry pursing her lips together.
Her creamy complexion was smeared with dirt. But her impressive body never looked better. A bruise was forming on her jaw, but otherwise she looked unharmed. His injury no longer distracted him, other parts of his body drawing his attention and he focused on Elsa.
“Remind me to buy a leash.” He couldn’t keep his distance, knowing they needed to get dressed, but savoring just a moment with the two of them naked.
She looked up at him surprised, while he rubbed her collar between his fingers. But then her gaze narrowed. Would she challenge him, try to defend her actions? His blood boiled at the thought. He would throw her down and fuck her silly if she did.
He unbuckled it for her, freeing the small garment bag that hung down her front.
“I needed a way to hold on to my clothes.” She reached for his hand, her palm hot against his skin.
Her luscious blue eyes gazed up at him, tearing into his very soul. She watched him take her hand, and he about lost it when a small gasp escaped her lips when he nibbled on her fingers, tasting her flesh.
“Don’t you ever run off on me again.” Thoughts of chaining her to the bed for a few weeks danced through his mind.
“I won’t. Don’t worry.” Her simple promise melte
d through him. “And you won’t put me on a leash either.”
His body temperature reached a dangerous level. Blood pumped straight to his cock. Her saucy expression, the way she cocked her head at him, and those adorable blue eyes, filling with passion while he watched, made him harder than a rock.
“I had planned on taking care of some unfinished business.” He took a step forward, letting her feel how hard she had made him.
Her hand slipped between them, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. Every muscle in his body hardened when she began stroking him.
“Oh? What unfinished business is that?” She teased him. She knew damned good and well what matters still hadn’t been dealt with.
“Moon princess. You better stop that, or prepare for the consequences.” She made him crazy in the head. It was broad daylight out. And even though they were sheltered in the woods, this was public land. Anyone could be traipsing about.
“Fuck me, Rick Bolton. I want you right now.” She leaned into him, squeezing his cock with her fingers.
Everything in his world disappeared except Elsa. The passion swimming in her sapphire orbs would be the end of him. He could do nothing but obey her command. And he found that rather amusing. Here he was, deciding how he would discipline her, letting her know who was in charge here. He had plans of showing her how to trust him. And he’d planned on fucking her so many times she would never want to leave him again. Well, maybe he would implement that last idea right now.
Gripping her hips, he lifted her, her body easily sliding up against his. She wrapped her other leg around him, and he wasn’t a bit surprised to find her soaking wet and eager for his penetration.
His cock had come home. Sliding into her, moving deeper between those tight muscles. Feeling her moist heat saturate through him, he never wanted to leave this warm, cozy spot.
Her muscles tightened, threatening to milk the life right out of him. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she sat upright while he held her, staring him in the face. Her gaze never left his, her look intent while she focused on him.
Muscles parted while his cock burrowed deeper into her cunt. He reached a depth with her he knew he hadn’t reached before. And watching her blue eyes darken, tiny silver specks highlighting the swirling lust he saw there, he knew she bordered on exploding in his arms. Her body quivered when he pulled back, tightening his grip on her hips to steady her.
Milky cream eased his path when he lifted her off of his cock, receding until just his cock head remained inside her.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked her, holding the position, ready to die if he couldn’t bury himself deep inside her once again.
“You,” she breathed.
And he slammed into her. Her howl would have alerted any hiker in the woods to come running. But at the moment, he didn’t give a damn. They weren’t in their fur, but two lovers escaping to enjoy a heated moment. He dared anyone to interrupt them.
Elsa arched her back, her head falling away from him while her long blonde hair floated around her back. The curve of her hips into that narrow waist, her taut belly, hard at the moment with every muscle clenching down on him, those full round breasts and perfectly shaped nipples that were hardened into little mounds, all of it provided a view to die for. And all of her belonged to him.
He slid out of her once more, wanting to see her arch again. She raised her head, meeting his gaze, knowing he would dive deep inside her pussy at any moment. Her lips parted, her hooded gaze so sultry, inflamed with lust.
Ravishing her cunt, he thrust with everything he had. Her eyes widened, her mouth opening in a silent scream while her body tightened, contorted, sweltering heat devouring his cock while she exploded in an orgasm so intense, he knew she’d never experienced anything like it before.
Knowing he had taken all from her, he moved quickly to come as well. With another quick thrust, he spilled his pent up anxiety, all of his frustrations, his worry and his love—yes, his love—deep inside of her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Every bit of energy had been drained from her body. She had no doubts about it. Allowing her head to fall onto Rick’s shoulder, she feared she wouldn’t be able to hold on to him. Rick must have sensed her condition because he tightened his grip on her, holding her close to him.
Never had she been more secure, a feeling of safety and happiness washing over her. His cock throbbed inside her, moving against the over-sensitive muscles that clung to him. The way he filled her, stretching her, joined to her, added to her sense of contentment. This was where he belonged, holding her, being part of her, his cock deep inside her. More than anything, she didn’t want this moment to end.
“We need to get dressed, moon princess.” His breath brushed over her shoulder, tickling her.
“I know.” She still wasn’t sure she could move.
But he was right. Not only was standing naked in the woods during broad daylight not a safe thing to do, there were matters to tend to. Unfinished business. She was so damned tired though, none of it seemed so important that it couldn’t wait just a bit longer.
Rick slid out of her, leaving her empty and craving his cock all over again. Lowering her slowly, he continued to hold her when her feet touched the ground.
“I bet my clothes are filthy.” She turned in his arms enough to see the crumpled denim bag lying on the ground, the collar next to it.
“Don’t worry. We’ll go to the house. No one will see you, and you can shower.”
If only that were true. Rocky must have spotted them walking through the back yard. She hollered from the door to her cottage, and then trotted over, looking very excited to see them.
“Thank God you are okay.” She paused when she got closer, her gaze turning worried. “You are okay, aren’t you?”
“Rick needs your pack doctor.” She wasn’t sure she could tend to that flesh wound. If it weren’t patched up right, it would leave a nasty scar.
“I’m fine.” He placed his hand on her back, the heat from his touch rushing through her. “Go take your shower and don’t worry about me.”
She turned when they were in the kitchen, facing a worried Rocky. “Do as I say. Go get your pack doctor.”
Rocky hurried out the back door before Rick could stop her.
“Are you going to counter every order I give?” He brushed his knuckles across her cheek, not looking that disappointed.
“Only when I need to.”
A wave of disappointment surged through her when he didn’t join her upstairs for a shower. By the time she had clean clothes on, she heard voices downstairs. Taking the stairs slowly, while she tried to identify the voices, awkwardness plunged through her. Her stomach twisted, an unpleasant chill brushing over her skin. But if she intended to make this her pack, she needed to get to know everyone.
You can’t run forever. Sooner or later, you have to stand up and fight for what you want.
“It appears they are staying at the motel downtown.” Marty quit talking when he saw her enter the kitchen.
He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, glancing from her to Rick, who sat at the table while Miranda, the older woman she remembered meeting when she helped whelp Julie’s cub, wrapped gauze over his wound.
“He’ll be good as new in just a few minutes.” The woman’s motherly smile calmed her nerves a bit.
“Miranda can always make it so there are no scars.” Rocky sat across from Rick, and grinned when he scowled at her.
In spite of the light conversation there was an underlying tension in the air.
“Who is staying at the motel downtown?” She met Marty’s gaze, but then he turned his attention to Rick.
No one answered so she walked over to start coffee, knowing she would need the whole pot if she were going to make it through even part of this day.
“Rick…” she began, unable to stand not being informed.
“Your old pack is reported to be staying at the motel.” Rick’s tone chilled the air.
She turned around, catching the hard look on his face. His gaze bristled with anger, while the spicy smell of it filtered through the air.
Even with his outraged stare pinned on her, looking like he could murder someone—hell, he already had—she couldn’t help noticing how damned sexy he looked. He wouldn’t be countered, any fool could see that. But his predatory look, a look that told her he would fight for what was his, turned her on more than she ever thought possible. Right there, in front of everyone, she felt her pussy moisten, need filling her to please and satisfy this werewolf who sat staring at her.
“Maybe if I go talk to them…”
“You aren’t going anywhere near that pack.”
“Hold still,” Miranda scolded. “I’m almost done.”
The older woman gave him a motherly swat, his visage softening briefly for her while he straightened, allowing her to properly fasten the bandage.
“If I talk to them,” she paused when he shot his gaze at her, fierce and threatening. She drew in a breath. “Rick, I am the youngest of three in a den that Grandmother raised. Her ways aren’t right. I don’t condone them. But if I show her that I am happy, that I want to be here…”
Everyone turned their attention to her. She hadn’t voiced her feelings about their pack yet. A slow smile spread across Rocky’s face while she looked from Rick to her. Marty rocked up onto his toes, although his gaze was fixed on the floor and she couldn’t see his expression. A wave of satisfaction floated around all of them. This was what they all wanted to hear. She had just told them, in not so many words, that she would be their new queen bitch.
Of course, she had to fight for that title.
The phone rang while the coffee maker began sputtering to life behind her. She handed the phone to Rick, and then turned to the fragrant aroma that would be her life thread throughout the day.
“Yes.” Rick didn’t sound like he wanted to talk to anyone who might be calling. “What are you doing over there?”
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