Authors: Lorie O'Clare
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Fiction, #Romance, #Erotica, #Paranormal
Ali leapt at him, her heart swelling painfully when he turned from her. She couldn’t
bear him walking away, not answering her. She deserved more than that.
“Why, Stone?” She grabbed his arm, feeling his bulging muscles, that raw untamed
strength. “You came to me. You came back to Banff. Tell me it’s not because you want
me.”
“Damn it,” he roared.
Stone turned on her with an expression so fierce it made her heart stop. Grabbing
her arm, he half-lifted her off the ground. Well, if he wanted rough, she had it in her to
play that way too.
But when she struggled to be free, he gripped harder, his eyes almost turning silver
with the amount of emotion that swarmed through him.
“Don’t try and trap me,” he told her, his tone almost threatening.
“There is no trap.” Her mouth was so dry she could hardly speak. But he wouldn’t
intimidate her. “What are you afraid of?”
“Nothing. I fear nothing,” he told her, then grabbed her ass, his hand moving
quickly under her skirt, and ripping at her stockings.
The fibers tore, tiny threads popping as he yanked the stockings from her ass. Cold
night air rushed around her cunt and ass, suddenly exposed.
Ali gulped in air, looking at him wide-eyed, so stunned by his quick and fierce
action.
“Be sure you don’t learn to fear me,” he added, doing anything but scaring her.
She guessed he was trying to show her his true nature—that he was too wild to
tame. Even in her feverish and lust-filled state she saw that. Instead of revealing his
emotions, sharing what was in his heart, he would try and send her running with her
tail between her legs.
He was such a damn Cariboo.
“Bring it on, wolf-man.” She was being too damned brazen.
Playing with fire was an understatement. Already his emotions bordered on hostile.
Cariboo lunewulf could easily get violent if provoked. Being one of them herself, Ali
knew that if you pushed her kind too far, the results were pretty damned ugly.
But even with that slight bit of rational thought seeping through her, she couldn’t
stop herself. Her own emotions bordered on something too carnal for her human
thoughts to accept.
He gripped one arm, but with her free hand she touched him, gliding over bulging
muscle and heat from his flesh. Touching him burned her skin, the fever rushing
through him bordering on dangerous. But she slid her hand between them and ran it
over the bulge in his crotch.
Stone growled, gripping her ass, pulling on her flesh, his fingers moving past her
ass and running over the moisture coating her pussy.
Their act was dangerous, bordering on ridiculous. They were in the middle of town,
humans everywhere. To be caught by a human would be embarrassing. To be caught by
one of her pack would be worse.
Grabbing his cock, staring into those eyes that were almost completely silver, her
human thoughts warred with the beast inside her. Her fingers trembled over his
swollen shaft, the smell of his need for her making her drunk.
“Why me, Ali?” His voice was hard to understand.
She’d pushed him over the edge. Intense emotions he wouldn’t identify, and
extreme arousal had all but brought the beast out in him. Ali doubted he would change
right here behind the tavern, but he was damned close. Not sure if he would
understand her, his human side damn near buried with the beast that threatened to
surface at any moment, she had to try anyway.
“Stone. Don’t you see? You are the best. And that’s all I want. The best.” She panted
while his fingers stroked her pussy, rubbing her cream over her exposed skin.
He reached for her sweater, letting go of her arm. For a moment she had her
freedom. Reasoning with a Cariboo could be damned hard under the best of
circumstances. Her own mind was in a state of flux, most of her crying out to tear her
clothes from her body, demand he mount her and take care of the building urge that
had grown over the past week.
“The best, huh,” he muttered, and then yanked on her sweater.
The threads threatened to snap. Her clothes would be torn from her, leaving her
naked. Already she stood in front of a man who wore no shirt. His muscles bulged
under his flesh. She knew his bones craved to pop, to grow and distort so they could
hold the weight of the growth threatening him. And if he changed, there would be no
stopping him, no outrunning him. He would take her, without question, without
reasoning.
His fingers thrust inside her, impaling her. He damned near lifted her off the
ground with his hand when he thrust inside her.
Ali howled, her world suddenly tilting to the side as she threw her head back. An
orgasm ransacked her body with more intensity than she knew possible. Wave after
wave of desire rushed through her.
“Stone,” she cried out, reaching for him, gripping his shoulders.
A car driving down the street, the faint sound of its engine as it drove past the
building in front of them, brought her to her senses.
If the pack caught her back here with him, the repercussions would be serious. Her
sire would demand he mate with her. Stone would be shunned if he didn’t speak out
for her.
Did she want him?
Oh hell fucking yeah, she did.
But she didn’t want him forced into taking her.
And mating with him—well, she would want to know him better first.
“Stone,” she said again, sagging into him as her orgasm still trembled through her.
“We can’t.”
“We’re going to,” he told her, his whisper harsh and intense against her hair.
“Yes.” She needed him more than she needed to breathe. “But not here.”
“Are you scared of getting caught?” Suddenly he seemed more coherent, more in
control than he had a minute ago.
His fingers twisted inside her pussy, stroking her soaked muscles, probing and
pushing while she struggled to stand.
“I won’t have my pack…” she stopped, panting, unable to catch her breath, “telling
you that you have to mate with me.”
“Little bitch. You need to learn to let go and trust me.” He gripped her chin, while
his other hand slipped out of her.
He moved to the front, again reaching under her skirt and sliding his fingers deep
inside her.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his long thick fingers gliding in and out of her.
She barely heard the question. Thick and strong, his fingers worked magic on her,
taking away her ability to think.
“Tell me,” he said, his hand cupping her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
“Yes. Stone, I trust you.”
“Good. Then know I would hear someone before they saw us.”
The pressure built inside her again, growing and spreading throughout her. He
moved faster, harder, fucking her with his fingers while she dug into his flesh.
“That’s it, my little bitch. Come for me.”
She had little choice. Everything inside her was about to explode. Staring into his
face, his eyes bright with lust and attentive as he studied her, she fought to keep from
collapsing.
Speech left her. She panted in front of him, her insides hardening ruthlessly, bones
threatening to pop, her heart pounding so hard. He would take everything, draw her
life from her and control it with two fingers.
Harder and faster, those two fingers pounded her pussy. His jaw twitched while his
teeth clamped together, his lips a straight line while his expression matched the thick
lust hanging in the air around them. Her legs were like jelly, wobbly and no longer
strong enough to hold her.
Scraping her fingers down his chest, she cried out, everything around her exploding
as he made her soak his hand. She felt cum stream from her, coat her inner thighs, its
fresh rich smell intoxicating.
Stone growled with enough ferocity that she wondered for a moment if he’d come
too.
“You look so fucking hot with your face glowing from coming.” That half-smile
appeared on his face, and the silver in his eyes faded to blue.
She sucked in her lower lip. Her fingers still clung to him, holding on while her
world slowly spun around her.
“I feel like I’ve just been fucked.” Admitting that to him seemed so personal.
But somehow she didn’t mind the confession.
“Your pussy is still virginal.” He moved his hands, taking her and turning her
toward the building. “Let’s go. You need a rest before I fuck you.”
Before he fucked her. He wasn’t taking her home. Ali’s heart beat so hard with
anticipation that she barely paid attention to where he took her. Every inch of her
pulsed with excitement. Her lust filled the cab of the truck. Stone remained silent, his
large hands on the steering wheel. Whatever thoughts traipsed through his brain were a
mystery to her. She glanced at him several times, adoring his perfect body, and that
hard confident expression painted on his face. When they pulled up in front of the small
cabin it took her a minute to realize where they were.
The moon cast its light over the trees, accenting them around the small cabin where
she’d first fucked Stone. But it was more than being brought back to where she’d first
been with him. This was his twin’s den. And they were no longer gone. Last time this
had seemed like an isolated cabin, somewhat abandoned, and a safe haven to enjoy
Stone. Now it was someone’s home.
“Where are Gabe and Pamela?” she asked, sudden nervousness making her feel
shaky.
Stone opened the truck door, climbing out and grabbing her so that she had to slide
across the seat to get out on his side. Blue eyes pierced through her, his look so damned
predatory.
“Probably still on the run,” he said, his gaze dark and possessive as he looked down
at her. “Suddenly you’re nervous?” he asked, obviously smelling the change in her
scent.
“What if they walk in on us?” she sniffed the air.
For the moment, they were alone.
“Gabe and I don’t keep secrets from each other.” He pulled her out of the truck so