He wrapped his arms around her and she relaxed, moaning into his mouth.
Finally, she relaxed completely, offering him all of her, while her arms snaked up around his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their full roundness a distraction that sent a fever through him. Thoughts of lifting her into his arms and making a mad dash for the door consumed him. He needed her more than he needed to breathe. Never had a bitch preoccupied him like Sandy did.
He ran his hands over her back, feeling the soft ridge of her ribs, the incline at her waist, the tempting curve of her hips. The beast in him surfaced, the need to claim and protect growing so strong that containing his animalistic side became almost impossible.
The scent of another werewolf entering the kitchen alerted him. They cleared their throat, demanding attention. He fought the impulse to turn and growl at the intruder.
Mine. His instincts consumed his ability to think straight.
Sandy jumped, pushing hard against his chest.
“Is everything okay in here?” Ethan looked at Sandy, watching her actions and then turned his attention on Ralph.
“I’m fine,” Sandy said, gasping for air.
She slipped out of Ralph’s arms and dashed out of the back door. Ralph hurried after her.
“Ralph.” Ethan didn’t move, but his tone, even for a younger werewolf, demanded his attention.
He turned on his leader, glaring at him, primal emotions warring with his rational thoughts.
“What are your intentions with Beth’s mother?”
Ralph didn’t hesitate in answering. “I plan on mating with her.”
“And when did you plan on discussing this with me?” Ethan crossed his arms over his massive chest. A werewolf to be reckoned with, even at his young age, Ethan had Ralph’s respect.
And that was the only reason he didn’t lunge and knock the pompous look off of his face.
“I just did.” Ralph turned and left his pack leader’s den, heading out into the night to find Sandy.
Chapter Six
Sandy’s scent faded as Ralph headed around the side of the house. He ignored the back door opening and closing behind him. Walking among the parked cars in his pack leader’s driveway, he watched Sandy back up, and then head down the street. She didn’t look his way.
“Do you want to tell me what just happened?” Ethan spoke from behind him.
Ralph didn’t turn around. His pack leader would protect his pack, and especially his single females. It was his job. Ralph wouldn’t counter that responsibility.
“She’s not in any danger.” That was all Ethan needed to know.
He turned slowly, meeting the dark gaze of the leader of his pack. Ethan stared him down, his expression dark and alert.
Ralph gave him only a minute of his attention, then turned toward his truck, needing to go after Sandy. Ethan stood in the driveway, watching him, letting Ralph know that his actions were now under scrutiny. Ralph expected nothing less.
There were no lights on at Sandy’s house. He parked anyway and walked around her house, allowing his senses to guide him. He didn’t smell her. The house was quiet. She wasn’t there.
Driving through the small town didn’t take much time, and her small Volkswagen wasn’t parked at any of the locations frequented by the pack.
There were several locations the pack would meet outside of town for group runs. He’d reached the third one when he noticed her car, isolated in the small field where they often parked. Parking next to hers, he walked around her car. Enough time had passed that she was long gone, running in her fur somewhere. He would wait. Being in law enforcement for over twenty years, sitting and waiting for long periods of time were par for the course.
Several hours later, the moonlight caught a figure moving through the trees on the edge of the field. Ralph got out of his car, allowing the change enough to heighten his senses. His muscles bulged against his clothing while shadows disappeared around him. His vision altered, allowing him to better see the werewolf approaching him warily.
Sandy’s ears perked, a snarl on her lips while she circled around him. Ralph didn’t back away from the deadly creature even though in his human form he was no match to her. And he knew her instincts controlled her at the moment.
“You are safe with me,” he told her, moving toward her slowly.
Sandy lunged at him, growling viciously. She stopped within feet of his boots. Ralph didn’t move. He didn’t back away. Once again she walked around him, moving toward her car.
Ralph followed her, his own body in a state of flux. Still human but with his beast’s blood surging through him, his reaction to her was hard to control. Her scent called to him, pulled the werewolf in him forward. A raw and untamed need surged through him, his cock throbbing as it grew almost too hard. Walking became an effort, his cock pressing painfully against his jeans.
“Change,” he ordered her. “Change now. Or I will change.”
Sandy straightened. No longer slinking. No longer ready to pounce. She looked at him, understanding his words. And his meaning.
He could change before she would be able to outrun him. Instinct would take over. He would take her without question. He would fuck her without asking. Werewolves existed on instinct.
Or she could return to her human form. He would allow her that. As a man he would respect her wishes. He would not take what she didn’t willingly offer.
Slowly, Sandy began to stand, her front paws altering while the fur disappeared on her body. Her face transformed, lips appearing while her eyes altered, the color changing from brown to green.
He closed the distance between them immediately. “Don’t run from me again.”
Wrapping his arm around her, he could feel her heart pounding still too fast for her human body.
“I had to.” Her voice sounded husky, her werewolf blood still pumping through her.
Ralph gripped her hair, forcing her to arch back so that she looked up at him. Her panting excited him as much as her perky breasts, damp from the night air, her skin shining under the strong moonlight. Her nipples so hard they were beacons, calling to him, begging for his attention.
She stared up at him, searching his face. After a moment, he felt her body relax, sensed her desires peak. The smooth roundness of her ass pressed against his cock, teasing him. Blood drained through his body, settling in his groin, the pressure building to a boiling point.
She adjusted herself in his arms, continuing to watch him. Slowly, her tongue moved over her lips. It took more power than he knew he possessed not to lunge at it. His muscles shook from the amount of concentration it took not to force himself on her, to bend her over her car and plow deep inside that tight little cunt of hers.
When he knew she should be more afraid of him than ever, her small hands slid up his chest. Fire scourged through him where she touched him, her gentle touch enough to undo him.
“I wasn’t ready for Ethan to see me as more than the mother of his mate.” She whispered, leaning into him, stretching her naked body against his.
“You are much more than just her mother.” He knew she saw that.
She was a woman with so much sexual power. In that tiny little body of hers, she had the ability to disarm him, bring the dangerous werewolf quivering to his knees.
“I know.” She looked down, her soft brown hair fluttering in damp strands around her face.
Focusing on her hands, she ran them over his chest, driving him mad with her touch. He held on to her hair, barely able to contain himself. Pulling her head to the side, he tasted her neck. The saltiness of her body was a feast to a starving man.
Her hands moved down his chest, toward his belt, dangerously close to his cock. She would know what he had for her. No longer could he wait. Taking her hand, he pressed it over his hard shaft, her warm touch taking his breath away.
Sandy gasped, her body quivering against his. She wanted him. Her reaction, her scent, her willingness to be guided. Ralph was no cub. He
knew women, knew the signs.
Reaching for her pussy, feeling her heat absorb into his skin before he even touched her, he knew he wasn’t mistaken.
“Do you know how wet you are?” He parted her velvet skin, her cream clinging to his fingers.
Her rich lust drifted to his nose. He inhaled her, allowing her scent to consume him. His craving for her soared to a dangerous level.
“Yes,” she said on a breath, grinding her muscles down on his fingers, sucking him in.
He wanted his cock in her more than he wanted to breathe. “You need to be fucked.”
She stared at him, her green eyes larger than life in the darkness. But he saw her trust, saw that she believed in him, had faith in him. She ran her teeth over her lower lip. “Yes,” she said quietly.
Ralph undid his jeans, releasing his cock. His swollen flesh jabbed forward, reaching without mercy to touch her, experience her flesh touching him.
“Can you get pregnant?” He didn’t have a condom with him, but he would accept the fact if she could. Neither one of them were at a point in their lives where they wanted more cubs.
Sandy shook her head. “Not anymore.”
Relief swept over him. More than anything he wanted to enjoy the closeness of her pussy wrapped around him.
He would turn her around, bend her over her car, except that he wanted to see her face. She hadn’t stopped looking at him, and he wouldn’t let go of her gaze.
Lifting her like a child into his arms, her legs caressed his hips as she wrapped them around him, spreading her pussy open over his inflamed cock.
He drowned in her heat, knew passion like he’d never experienced it before. Without hesitating, she relaxed into him, sliding his swollen flesh deep inside her.
Immediately she arched, threw her head back, her mouth opening. “Ralph,” she cried out. “Yes. Damn.”
The moonlight danced over her skin, accenting her curves. Her hot moist muscles gripped his cock, sucking him deep inside her. Her heat burning through him out of control like a wildfire.
“You’re so hot.” He buried his face in her chest, drinking her in.
She was so tight, her pussy clamping down on him while he sank deep inside her. He’d reached her deepest point, raging heat almost suffocating him, and still he could go further. It had been a while since Sandy had fucked and he barely fit inside her.
Grabbing her ass, he lifted her, giving her inner muscles a chance to grow accustomed to his size, his shape. He would mold her, make her his own, but he wouldn’t rush her. He didn’t want to scare her with his size.
Sandy brought her head forward, a wild look in her eyes. “You’re too big,” she told him, her voice husky, thick with her lust.
Ralph couldn’t help but smile. What werewolf didn’t love hearing those words?
“And you are perfect.” Perfect hardly described the incredible pussy that wrapped around his cock.
She bit her lower lip, gripping him, while her arms tightened around his neck. He allowed her to lift herself up, raise herself off of him. His cock slid through her pussy like hot velvet.
Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a luscious circle when she slid back down on him. “Damn. That’s good.” Her words came out on a breath, so hot it matched the heat absorbing into his groin.
Cradling her ass, he spread her open. She molded to him, her soaked cunt forming a perfect glove, designed just for him. Filling her, taking all she offered and then showing her how to give him more, he fucked her.
The moonlight spread over her glistening skin. When she arched into him, the curves of her breasts caught the light, round and beautiful, absolutely perfect. She almost panted, her breath coming quickly as he built the momentum.
He would prefer to fuck her for hours, to taste and experience everything she had to offer. But he knew he filled her more than she’d been filled before. He reached depths within her never touched by a werewolf before. Her petite body would grow accustomed to him, but for now he would have to hold back.
Not to mention the pressure building inside him was unbearable. It had been a long time since he’d been with a female. He’d had opportunities, willing widows in the pack over the years. But Sandy had caught his eye a while back, and keeping an eye on her had made the other women dim in comparison.
He lifted her ass as he built momentum. Harder and deeper he drove into her soft folds. Her fingernails dug through his shirt, pinching the flesh on his shoulders. The sweet pain drove the beast within him wild. His heart raced, blood pumping through him with a fierce velocity. Muscles tensed while he thrust again and again, the friction against his cock burning through him, feeding his need to push her over the edge. He wanted to experience her explode around him, feel her muscles contract while she let go of the sweet passion he could smell growing within her.
“Come for me.” He watched her breasts bounce between them. She leaned away from him, her head falling back, arching her neck, completely vulnerable to his manipulations.
Her fingers dug mercilessly into his shoulders. She gritted her teeth, slowly raising her head to look at him. Her face was flushed, her body glowing as her passion dripped from her.
“Fuck me harder, wolf man.” She growled the words, her mouth barely moving.
Chills brushed over his skin, his muscles bulging and hardening as her words, so raw, so sensual, about made him come.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He could barely speak.
He gripped her ass so hard it would leave marks. Already he pounded her tender flesh, stretching her further each time he impaled her. The friction between them burnt his skin. And yet this sweet, adorable little bitch asked for more.
“Fuck me.” She contracted over him, her orgasm right there.
Diving into her, bearing down on the primal side she stirred within him, he fought his beast from surfacing with what little coherent thought he could master. And that wasn’t much. Muscles throughout him strained against his clothing. His cock grew inside her. She sucked in her breath, feeling the change, and that drove him even closer to the edge.
Her weight shifted in his hands. He knew she battled the beast within her also. Her legs clamped against him hard enough to steal his breath. She clung to him with strengthened muscles. And her pussy changed as well. She thickened, molding to his engorged cock. He closed his eyes, realizing she would suck the life out of him.
“I’m going to come.” He could barely speak.
The heat surrounding them grew so intense he could barely breathe. Her flesh burned through him, branding him. Her muscles pulsated, quivering, while her hot juices began to flow.
“Damn.” She cried out as her body began quaking against his.
And as she collapsed into him, he exploded, filling her, soaking both of them with liquid passion. The way her muscles wrapped around him, clinging to him, while she draped her body over his, he lived and breathed his adorable bitch.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, cradling her to him, praying he hadn’t hurt her.
“Uh-huh.” She didn’t move, completely sated in his arms.
And for the moment, he couldn’t move either. But holding her like this, the moonlight making her body glisten, he had no desire to go anywhere.
Chapter Seven
Sandy helped Greta Hothmeyer out of her car, and then grabbed the packages out of the back seat.
“Did you hear?” the old werewolf asked her. “With the birth of the Millers’ grand-cub, we now outnumber the humans in the territory.”
“I’m sure the humans will be thrilled to hear that.” Sandy followed the pack healer up to her house, the array of aromas from the herbs in the grocery sack tickling her nose.
“When will you be a grandmother?” Greta pushed open her front door, left unlocked, a habit the old woman refused to break no matter how many pack members begged her to lock her door when she left. “You would think that pack leader and your daughter would have an announcement for the pack soon.”
Sandy had accepted the fact long ago that with her daughter’s busy schedule she would be more than lucky if she ever became a grandmother.
“I haven’t heard anything yet.” She placed Greta’s groceries on her kitchen counter, feeling the sore muscles tighten throughout her.
She reached for her lower back, hating to admit she wasn’t as young as she used to be, and hot wild sex could take its toll on her.
“We’ll get some ointment rubbed into you here in a bit.” Greta never missed a thing.
She reached for the phone on the wall just as it rang. It was an unnerving quality in the old woman that Sandy had grown to accept. To this day she’d never looked fast enough to see if Greta actually moved for the phone before it rang, or if she just had good reflexes.
“I’ll be fine.” She knew Greta ignored her. The old healer picked up the phone, answering it and then listening to an excited voice that tickled Sandy’s ears.
She began putting away the groceries, having helped Greta long enough that she knew the woman’s kitchen as well as her own. But with every turn, every twist, another muscle inside her cried out.
What a fool she’d made out of herself the night before. Imagine a werewolf her age, fucking outside next to her car. In her younger years, steamy sex in a field after a pack run had been wonderful. But that had been with her mate. And ever since he’d died, so many years ago when Beth had still been a young cub, she’d not given thought to such activity.
Of course Ralph was pure alpha male. She didn’t view him as a male slut, but she wouldn’t doubt he’d enjoyed a good romp with a willing bitch from time to time. She worried she’d simply added herself to that list. Ralph was in better shape than some of the werewolves half his age. That body of his didn’t have an ounce of flab on it anywhere.
Her pussy instantly began throbbing with thoughts of how she’d enjoyed being in his arms, his cock buried so deep inside her she was sure he’d hit some internal organs.
And he’d been so gallant afterwards, completely at ease. It hadn’t surprised her that he’d followed her home and made sure she was secure and locked in her den before leaving her. She’d been taken by a master.
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