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by In Her Blood(lit)

  At first, when she reached the house last night, she’d been so pumped with adrenaline that she’d paced, expecting him any minute. But when hours passed with no sign of him, her mood had changed, worry set in. She couldn’t figure out where he might be.

  The back door opened downstairs, and someone headed toward the stairs. She smelled him before she noticed the top of his head appear in the stairwell. Rick turned when he reached the top of the stairs, dark brooding eyes devouring her.

  “My queen bitch.” He walked toward her, his gaze consuming her nudity.

  Heat soared through her, tingling sensations giving her goose bumps while she backed up in the doorway so he could enter the bedroom. “Where have you been?”

  He dropped a bag on the dresser, nodding toward it. “Getting your inheritance money.”

  She couldn’t believe it. When George took off, she’d assumed she would never see any of that money. All that had mattered at that point was her freedom, the freedom to choose her own path—and her own man.

  He reached for her half-brushed hair, gathering it in his hand, twisting, pulling. Her cunt began throbbing, anticipation flushing through her. Moving toward the bed, he guided her alongside him.

  “Is it true another pack is moving into this territory?” Her question brought him pause. But she had to know.

  He stopped, still holding her hair, but not moving. She could barely turn her head, and grabbed his fist, which held fast at the nape of her neck, so she could see him. Rick didn’t look at her, but focused on the bed. His expression lined with exhaustion and bordering on something a bit more carnal, made her heart race in her chest.

  Without indication, he pushed her forward, releasing her hair, causing her to tumble onto the bed.

  “Where did you hear about that?”

  She scrambled to her knees while he began unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt. Powerful chest muscles appeared, downy chest hair clinging to him, spreading over his sexy torso. Whipping her hair behind her back, she concentrated on her breathing. Her heart pounded in her chest. Either he was in a foul mood, or simply tired, but he certainly didn’t look worn out.

  “No one told you that I met Ethan Masterson in the diner last night?” The look on his face told her he knew, but the information didn’t sit well with him.

  Scowling, he ripped his shirt free and tossed it to the ground. His brown eyes were black with need. Muscles bulged everywhere. Her insides danced at the sight of such raw strength. An ache that had been deep inside her since she’d come home last night intensified. Painful need rocked through her with enough force to take her breath away.

  “I heard he told you how to find Ramona.”

  “Yes.”

  Rick sighed. “The werewolf is taking care of his pack, trying to find the best territory for them. He knows I don’t have the wolf power to fight him.”

  Elsa knew how hard it was for Rick to admit he couldn’t defeat the werewolf. “Whatever happens, we will handle it together.”

  “You didn’t let me know you were going to challenge Ramona.”

  “I had to do that on my own.” She prayed he would understand.

  “You knew better than to take off after her alone.” He slid his belt from the belt loops, wrapping it around his hands.

  For a moment, she thought he meant to strike her with it. Watching his hands grip the leather, muscles in his forearms flexing, her mouth went dry.

  “If I had waited, she would have been gone.” Her timing had been just right. “I would have ended up chasing Ramona clear to British Columbia had I waited.”

  She exhaled in spite of herself when he tossed the belt to his side.

  “I had the right to watch my moon princess claim her title.” His voice deepened, emotion gripping his words.

  Crawling on her knees toward him, the heat from his skin soaked through her palms when she ran them up his chest. His skin was so smooth, black downy chest hair tickled her palms. Running her hands over him, caressing his strength, she stared into that dark gaze of his.

  “But you did see it all, didn’t you?” She had a feeling he’d been there all along.

  “Yes.”

  She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him toward her, wanting to kiss him, needing to show him what her title meant to her. Fighting for him, for her freedom to choose him, for the security of their pack, welled inside her, building along with the craving she had to feel him deep inside her.

  “Kiss me, wolf man.” Running her hands over the bulging muscles in his shoulders, his hair tickled her fingers. She held his neck, gazing into those dark eyes while his lips brushed over hers.

  So hot. His lips were soft, yet his kiss demanded. As she opened to him, his tongue speared through her, ravishing her mouth, tasting her. Her breath came in gasps. She wanted him to fuck her now. She swirled her tongue around his, moist heat flooding her senses. Her nipples hardened, aching for attention. Barely able to catch her breath, she ran her tongue over his teeth, tasting him, absorbing his power.

  The muscles in his neck twitched underneath her grasp. He moved his hands, undoing his jeans. He continued to kiss her while he removed them, until she knew he stood over her, as naked as she was.

  She barely had time to catch her breath when he pulled away. Grabbing her hair, he pushed her down, his sexual scent intoxicating her when she went to her knees.

  “Suck my cock, woman.” His growl riveted through her, the swelling heat in her pussy exploding into pools of lust at his command.

  “Yes,” she breathed. She’d wanted this, craved his aggression, knowing it would empower her.

  Licking her lips, then tracing his bulging cock head with her tongue, she heard the groan that escaped him fueling her desire for him. Tasting him, pulling the massive head into her mouth, her lips stretched around him. He filled her, thrusting forward while she braced herself, wanting all of him in her mouth.

  “That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” His baritone lingered above her, inspiring her to suck harder, lick faster, work his cock while it grew harder than steel in her mouth.

  He spanked her rear end. Shocked, not ready for the act, she cried out, gagging on his size all at the same time. Her reaction seemed to make him grow larger.

  “Damn, Elsa. That is so damned good.”

  When he spanked her again, the sting made her blood boil, her pussy swelled, moisture pooled between her legs.

  “You took a hell of a risk last night.” His words swam above her, filtering through her while she worked his cock.

  The velvety skin over his rock-hard shaft moved against her tingling lips. Tasting the saltiness of him made her drunk with desire. She wanted more. Needed more. Craved every bit of him.

  Another swat on her rear had her squirming, crying out while his cock moved in and out of her mouth. Pressure threatened to explode inside her. Thoughts of begging him to fuck her had her soaked.

  Needing to catch her breath, she gripped his shaft, allowing him to slide from her mouth.

  “The risk was worth it.” Her lips were swollen, making her words muffled.

  He spanked her again, but this time she rolled over, holding on to his cock, pulling him toward her.

  Falling above her, his arms bracing him so that he hovered over her, he stared at her with a lust-filled gaze.

  “You were two against one.”

  “And I managed just fine.” Stroking him while she spoke, she loved watching his eyes half close while he fought to keep control. “Just as I will manage you, wolf man.”

  His gaze darkened, piercing her with an intent that exhilarated her. Taking her hands from his cock, he pinned her wrists on either side of her head. “Who will manage whom?”

  She smiled at his display of doubt that she would be able to control him. Twisting her wrists under his grasp, knowing she couldn’t move unless he willed it, she stared up at him, her pussy dripping with cum.

  “Already I have you doing exactly what I want you to do.” She couldn’t help herse
lf, feeling high from the strength and domination that he exerted over her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she willed his cock toward her pussy. “Fuck me, wolf man.”

  He slammed so deep inside her with his first thrust that she wondered if he hadn’t plowed right through her.

  “Dear God,” she cried out, more like screamed.

  Pulling out slowly, he devoured her with his half opened eyes. Lowering his mouth to hers, he nibbled on her lip, biting at the same time that he dove deep inside her again.

  “Rick.” He had to be fucking her clear up to her belly button.

  His movements increased, friction building against the heat between her thighs. Her body heat soared, her cum soaking her while he fucked her, claimed her. Tightening her legs around him, wanting him even deeper inside her, she knew he would take her over the edge, fuck her until she could no longer think, no longer breathe.

  Pressure threatened to kill her if she didn’t explode soon. She just knew it. And even though she held him to her, he managed to pull out, her body teetering on the edge of orgasm.

  “Rick. What?” She didn’t understand.

  Unable to focus, she blinked, trying to catch her breath while she watched him kneel over her, holding his cock, stroking it slowly. The sight of her thick, white cum clinging to his shaft made her mouth water. She couldn’t look away.

  “What are you doing? You aren’t done.”

  His grin had her gasping for breath. He had taken control, her body craving what only he could give her. No way could she make demands right now, more like beg like a babbling idiot if he didn’t stick his cock back inside her soon.

  He took her hand, his hand damp from her cum, and placed her fingers on her throbbing pussy.

  “Fuck yourself, moon princess. I want to watch you masturbate.”

  The intensity of heat inside her cunt absorbed through her, when she slid her fingers inside, almost making her come right then. She couldn’t breathe, gasping while she stared up at him. His attention was on her hand, and what she was doing to herself, while he slowly stroked that massive cock.

  Getting into the act, feeling her power return now that she had captivated his attention, she squirmed in front of him, moving her hips while she finger fucked herself. She ran her other hand over her breast, squeezing her nipple, and then back to her pussy, watching him watch her. The groan that escaped him soaked her, her rich cream seeping down her ass.

  Letting go of his cock, he spread her legs, changing how she felt inside. She began fucking herself faster, harder. His fingers joined hers, tracing paths around her pussy, spreading her cum over her ass.

  “I’m going to fuck you here.” His finger dipped inside her ass, the pressure not what she expected.

  His finger matched the movement of hers. He fucked her ass while she fucked her pussy, the sensations that rippled through her bringing her so close to exploding she could feel it, but not quite get there.

  “Rick. Please.” She needed him. Needed more. Her body craving to experience what only he could give her.

  “Please what, moon princess?” He was a blur above her, his voice a soothing tease that wrapped around her senses.

  “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

  “I want to fuck your ass.”

  “Okay.” Anywhere. Anything. He’d managed to capture complete control of her, but she no longer cared, just needing to explode.

  “Tell me that you want me too.” He’d pulled his finger from her ass, replacing it with the tip of his cock.

  She could feel him press against her, her skin already stretching in an effort to wrap around him. Her fingers were so wet, the thick moisture soaking his cock, saturating around her ass.

  “Fuck my ass, Rick. Please fuck my ass.”

  Pressure soared around her tender hole, heat rushing through her while the sensitive skin stretched. She absorbed him, feeling him fill her, pushing deep inside her.

  “God. Rick. Oh my God.” She bucked, not ready for the intensity of the invading pressure.

  “Relax, baby. Take deep breaths and relax your body.” This time, his voice soothed her, wrapping around her feverish skin.

  Doing her best to do as he asked, she sucked in air, her fingers deep inside her pussy feeling his cock move in and out of her ass. Every nerve ending reacted to him. His cock flowed through her, then receded, gliding with more fluency than she imagined.

  “You’re so tight. So hot.” He sounded tortured, his breath heavy. “I’m going to come, baby. I can’t hold back any longer.”

  Without further warning, he spewed hot seed deep inside her ass, the sensation rippling through her. Exploding along with him, she opened her eyes, gasping, when he pulled out quickly, grabbing her wrist and freeing her hands from her pussy.

  “Incredible, Rick. Absolutely incredible.” She swore she floated.

  He collapsed above her, crushing her momentarily before his strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her on top of him as he rolled over.

  “I love you.” He pinned her to him, his hand grasping the back of her head while he kissed her.

  Out of breath, she gasped in his mouth, smiling, loving the feel of their bodies intertwined.

  “I love you too, Rick.” She’d found true happiness, in a life where she’d almost given up hope that such a thing existed. But here, with Rick, and her new pack, they would make their home, wherever that might be. She knew there would be no problems, just challenges that they would enjoy together.

  The End

  About the author:

  All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.

  The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.

  Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.

  Lorie welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.

  Also available Lorie O’Clare:

  Lunewolf 1: Pack Law

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