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Authors: Lorie O'Clare

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Fiction, #Romance, #Erotica, #Paranormal

clamped down on him, tearing at the will that burned throughout his body.

 

He felt her pussy part, the small fragile skin that had been her youth tear free.

Digging into the soft flesh of her hips, he lifted her slowly, and then lowered her,

managing to create a rhythm for her to follow.

 

Her breathing came in gasps as she began fucking him, her orgasm filling the air

around them with a raw sweet smell.

 

“More. More. I need more,” she cried out. Her soft blonde hair, with its streaks of

red, fanned around her flushed face. “Damn it, Stone. Fuck me.”

 

 

He couldn’t bear it any longer. Lifting her quickly, he laid her down on the couch

and came over her. Ignoring every thought that struggled to come forth in his brain, he

spread her legs open and dived into her tight cunt.

 

“God. Yes!” She was a bitch starving for cock.

 

Her slender legs wrapped around him and he rode her as hard as he dared. He

didn’t hold back, knowing she couldn’t take it for long, and barely managed to pull out

before his cock swelled, trying to lock inside her. Instead he came all over her flat

tummy, watching her grin up at him with a look of intense satisfaction.

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

Ali shouldn’t be doing this. It was the third day she’d trudged up the mountain,

working her way to the small cabin isolated among the trees. Every time it was the

same thing—an empty den.

 

It was the same way today. There was no one here.

 

The cold wind bit at her cheeks, carrying away the frustration that would have

lingered around her.

 

“He told you he was leaving,” she chastised herself.

 

Nonetheless, she couldn’t stop the empty pang that made her stomach ache. It

should be enough that she’d had an adventure, experienced something she never could

have had with any of the local Cariboo. Thank God none of them had seen her that night.

It wasn’t anyone’s damn business who she’d run with, or what she’d done. Her pack

was pretty tight-knit, though. One word out of one mouth, and every den in Banff

would have known sweet little Ali had gone and been a bad little bitch.

 

Well, she wouldn’t have any of that.

 

Going down the mountain didn’t take that long, and she managed to make it to the

tavern before her shift started.

 

Hurrying behind the counter to drop off her purse, a couple at the corner table

caught her attention.

 

It was Stone!

 

Her mouth went dry. At the same time her heart started pounding too hard. She

couldn’t think. She couldn’t move.

 

And then she almost puked when he took the hand of bitch sitting across from him

and nibbled on her finger.

 

 

“How dare he,” she hissed under her breath.

 

Grabbing her order pad, she’d stalked up to the two of them, ready to scratch the

bitch’s eyes out. The couple looked up at her, their expressions relaxed and friendly.

 

Wait a minute.

 

Something wasn’t right.

 

It wasn’t Stone.

 

Ali knew she was staring, her mouth hanging open. She forced a breath, suddenly

panicking that she was about to make a complete fool out of herself.

 

Holy shit!

 

Stone had told her that he had a twin. The twin had moved here to take a mate. The

cabin she’d fucked Stone in was their den.

 

“What can I get you?” She knew her voice had to sound shaky.

 

Taking their order to memory—there was no way her trembling fingers could write

down a thing—she hurried away from the table.

 

“Someone get out of line?” Cook asked, his scratchy voice matching his unshaven

whiskers and abrupt manner. “One of those werewolves gets out of line, you just tell

me.”

 

“I need two steak sandwiches and fries,” she told him, and then managed a smile.

“And I’m fine.”

 

She was anything but fine. Her hands still shook when she carried their drinks out

to them.

 

“Your food should be out soon,” she told Stone’s twin, aching to say more, needing

to know more.

 

Like where is your littermate? Did he go back to Prince George? How do I find him?

 

“I haven’t eaten here in forever,” the bitch said, grabbing Ali’s attention. “I

remember it being really good and told Gabe we just had to eat here.”

 

 

The first thing Ali noticed was that the young bitch couldn’t be that much different

in age than she was. And Stone had accused her of being too young.

 

“Cook does a good job.” She relaxed, the smile on the pretty young bitch putting

Ali at ease. “But I haven’t seen you around here. Should we know each other?”

 

“My den is pretty small.” The bitch lowered her voice. Humans might know about

werewolves, but none of them spoke that openly in public. It was just how they’d all

been raised since cubs. “But I grew up in the mountains.”

 

She smiled at her mate, squeezing his hand. “And now I have a den of my own.”

 

“Well, I’m Alicia Bastien. Everyone calls me Ali.” She didn’t make it a habit of

introducing herself to every pack member that strolled through the door. These two

were her only connection to the werewolf she couldn’t get out of her mind though.

 

“Hi, Ali. I’m Pamela and this is Gabe.”

 

The tavern door opened then, gusts of chilled wind wrapping around her legs, as

several others entered the place. Ali smiled at the two of them, forcing herself not to

look too long at Gabe, even though she ached to note the similarities and differences

between him and Stone. She didn’t need some bitch challenging her for looking at her

mate wrong.

 

“I’ll have your food to you shortly,” she promised them, and then forced herself to

focus on her work.

 

By the time Cook had their food up, Ali was too busy serving drinks and meals to

half the pack. All she had time to do was deliver their plates, and check on them once

again before they were done. She watched them bring up their ticket, pay at the register,

and then walk out the door, holding hands.

 

Damn it. She wanted the happiness that swelled around those two.

 

“I’ll be right back,” she told the other waitress before she could stop herself.

 

She didn’t have a clue what she would say to them as she rushed out the door.

 

“Wait,” she yelled, embarrassment already causing her cheeks to burn.

 

 

Pamela brushed her long blonde hair from her face when she turned around, her

expression showing her concern.

 

“We paid our bill,” Pamela said.

 

Gabe took his mate’s arm, but smiled at Ali. “Let me guess. I remind you of

someone.”

 

Flustered embarrassment coursed through Ali so hard her mouth went dry. The

smell of her awkwardness only made the matter worse.

 

“Never mind,” she muttered, hating that she’d just made a complete ass out of

herself.

 

“Oh my God,” Pamela suddenly grinned like she’d just figured out a good joke.

 

That only made it worse. The joke was on Ali. She took an awkward step

backwards, clutching her stomach, which had twisted into knots. Why couldn’t she just

leave well enough alone?

 

“You told me stuff like this used to happen to you and Stone.” Pamela continued

grinning as she looked at Ali. “Is that why you pranced up to me as if you were ready

to challenge me in my skin?”

 

Now Ali would die for sure. Her humiliation soured the air around them. She

looked from Pamela to her mate, Gabe. Soft red streaks ran through his blonde hair,

something she hadn’t noticed inside the dimly lit tavern. Stone was obviously the

better-looking of the twins.

 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t mean to…”

 

Pamela let go of her mate, and touched Ali’s hand, her fingers cool against Ali’s

flesh.

 

“Were you looking for Stone?”

 

“I…um…no. He’s gone.” If she didn’t get away from these two soon, she would

break down in tears.

 

 

Dear God. Could the embarrassment of this get any worse? This was part of Stone’s

den. They didn’t need to see her like this.

 

Pamela nodded. “He went back to Prince George. You know that, don’t you?”

 

Ali nodded. Her breaths came too fast. She had to get a grip. It was bad enough that

they’d smelled her embarrassment. She’d be damned if they saw her as weak too. They

could mention this to Stone, and she wouldn’t have them telling him she was howling

for him.

 

“Let him know Ali says hi if you talk to him.” She straightened, managing a smile.

“I need to get back to work.”

 

“We’ll be sure and do that.” Pamela cuddled into Gabe, and the two of them left

her, heading toward the truck that Stone had picked her up on their one date.

 

She watched them walk away, once again catching herself comparing notes as Gabe

helped Pamela into the truck. He was the same size as Stone, walked just like Stone, but

his manner was different. He treated Pamela like a delicate flower. Stone was more

rough, and a hell of a lot sexier.

 

Gabe turned and looked at her before climbing into the truck. The side of his mouth

curved, just the way Stone’s did. It was a cocky smile, a knowing smile. Embarrassment

flushed through her again.

 

We share everything. The one comment Stone had made about his twin rushed

through her without bidding. She covered her feverish cheeks with her hands, knowing

they had to be glowing with the redness of her embarrassment. Turning, she hurried

back into the tavern.

 

 

 

The house was quiet when she sat up quickly in bed later that night. Dreams, so

vivid, still tormented her thoughts. Her teeth pressed against her lips. She brushed

damp strands of hair from her face, her skin damp from a cool sweat that clung to her

skin.

 

 

Everything she dreamed seemed so real. Stone, right there, touching her, caressing

her. Damn it if her pussy didn’t still feel stretched from his fingers.

 

Collapsing against her pillows, she let out an exasperated sigh. “This has got to

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