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minute.
Bruno had found her. And he wanted to fuck. He claimed he wanted to mate, but maybe he just said that to get her to consent.
Not that she was fighting him.
And she should. Somehow she needed control. The way he touched her, seduced her, told her he’d make her his bitch.
Wait. His bitch. Did she want this?
One thing she did want—more than anything—was to experience Bruno Tangaree. Maybe he did a wonderful job of growling in a bitch’s ear just to get a piece of tail. If so, she’d probably prove the easiest bitch he’d ever taken on. But to know what it was like to be fucked by him, to have that hard cock impaling her, even if it were just this once, damn, it would make life so much easier to have this memory to enjoy.
She sucked in a breath, turning her head too late to avoid filling her insides with his all male scent.
He was like a drug, taking over her senses. And she’d spent twenty years of her life learning how to control and keep her senses from being detected.
And with that training, she’d learned how to read other werewolves better too. Bruno said they shared the gift. Right now, she swore she smelled every emotion running inside him. His need, his raw lust, the hard ache that pumped with the steady beat of his heart, and more. With every breath, Bruno smelled of lust and compassion.
Maybe she was a foolish bitch. Or maybe she read him right. But God, she believed him. He wanted her as his mate.
With a quick fluid movement, he grabbed her dress at her shoulders and pulled it down. It trapped her arms, pinning them to her side, while exposing her breasts for him. Her bra did nothing to keep her from suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable.
Two feelings she absolutely detested. Somehow she needed more control. She needed assurance what she smelled was right.
“You’re making all these decisions without asking me?” She squeezed her eyes shut.
She controlled where she ran. No werewolf had her by a leash—not now, not ever.
“Renee,” Bruno whispered, almost growled.
He moved quickly, faster than she’d anticipated. With fluid movement, as if he were already changed, he pushed her to the ground. She hit hard earth and all air flew from her lungs. Instantly he was on top of her. She couldn’t fight him. Hell, she could barely move. The way he said her name put her entire body on edge.
His hands stroked her shoulders, moving her bra straps down her arms. “Look at me.”
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other werewolves respected him even though he’d never challenged any of them. He didn’t have to.
There was a powerful presence that swarmed around him. Thick-chested and well built, in human form or as a werewolf, he demanded respect without having to request it.
But the way he devoured her with his gaze, and crept deep into her inner thoughts as she drowned in his dark eyes, stole her breath. She inhaled quickly, knowing if she didn’t fight him she’d go belly up and spread her legs without a thought to the world.
He didn’t look away from her face when he slid her bra below her breasts. He cupped her bare flesh in his hands, tugging just enough to send jolts of electricity straight to her pussy. She pressed her legs together, feeling pressure build inside her.
“I won’t be put on a leash,” she said, speaking her thoughts, which was something she never did.
For some reason her words made him smile. “Do you need a leash?”
“No.” Trying to carry on a conversation when he caressed her breast and twisted her nipple between his fingers was the hardest thing she’d ever done in her life.
No. Mastering the elements was the hardest. If she focused, she’d regain control here. It had to be.
Nothing was stronger than the elements.
The ground. Blessed earth underneath her, pressing hard against her back. And air, at the moment saturated with the mixed smell of their growing lust, carried by the breeze from the sea. Water lapped against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff not too far from them. And fire, burning inside her like flames that coursed out of control.
“You won’t make decisions without my consent,” she managed to say. Damn, her voice was gravelly.
“Am I doing something you don’t want me to do?” he asked, his breath torturing her flesh.
He lowered his head, running his tongue over the sensitive part of her neck. A low growl rumbled inside him and he moved down her, until he scraped his teeth over her nipple.
She arched into him, every inch of her going stiff while her body cried for release. He didn’t play fair. But damn if she could stop him. Hell. She didn’t want him to stop. For years she’d imagined being with Bruno, taking on the quiet alpha whom no one dared to challenge.
Now for some reason she ached to challenge him. He’d made a decision, chosen her. And announced he planned on fighting for position of pack leader. If he wanted it, Bruno would gain that position. Their pack leader was an old werewolf. Time was right for new blood to take over. Suddenly she was chosen to run alongside the werewolf who would draw that blood.
“You know what I mean,” she said, practically panting. “And you aren’t allowing me to think clearly,” she added quickly.
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threw a lot at her feet, and expected her to pick it up and run alongside him. She needed time to think. Damn it. Fighting off his skilled seduction so she could fathom a thought sure as hell didn’t appeal to her at the moment.
He raised himself off her, his hard-packed body suddenly not touching her everywhere. His black hair looked a bit more ruffled than it had a minute before. His more carnal side, the other half that made both of them whole, ached to come forward.
Bruno pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground next to him. She got one hell of an eyeful of thick, black, curly chest hair spreading over muscles that rippled everywhere. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen this much of him. The entire pack stripped down together when they went on runs. But never this close. Only at a far distance, with pack members moving between them, blocking her view.
Now he was right here, all for her, every inch of him.
God. Could she control a werewolf like him?
The thought of it spurred new fire to life. Life would never be dull. Going after her kill, racing up the cliffs by his side, prancing alongside him under a full moon—life would be fucking great!
Her mouth went dry while her heart raced in her chest. Blood pumped through her veins too quickly. She about drowned in the smell of her own lust.
“Never lose control of your thoughts.” He grabbed her dress at her waist and lifted her ass off the ground when he pulled on it, yanking it down her legs and then flinging it to the side with his shirt. “I know you can do it. You have the gift. Just like I do. Which is why you’re destined to be my mate. I’ve seen you do it. You were ready to do it when I showed up here on the cliff.”
If her heart pounded any harder inside her chest it would explode. He grabbed her underwear, almost ripping the small amount of material from her body when he pulled them down her legs and then lifted her legs until her panties were on the ground next to the rest of their clothes. He reached for her bra, wrapping his fingers around the material between her breasts, his fist pressing against her overworked heart. She clasped her hand over his, holding his hand to her chest, and keeping the one tiny bit of material on her body. Like it did a bit of good. She was naked underneath him.
“What are you talking about?” There was no way he could know.
No one knew. Not a damned soul. She’d stood at the edge of the cliff, her private sanctuary until today, and had cleared her mind, allowing her thoughts to leave her body. It was the most invigorating experience, and something she could get away with even during the day. When changing into her pure form, taking on her animal form, tearing across the island and running through the wild wasn’t an option, leaving her body and soaring over the sea uplifted her, allowed her to think more clearly.
Bruno had interrupted her chance to flee from the torment her sire had laid out for her.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he whispered, not answering her question. His cock pressed against his jeans, his shaft long and creating a hard thick line up to his belt.
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She licked her lips and almost told him he was the most beautiful werewolf she’d ever seen too.
That would sound ridiculous though. Beautiful hardly described Bruno. Impressive, deadly, manipulative. And breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.
“You’re not…” she panted, “answering my question.”
With one quick hard tug he ripped her bra from her body. The material tore, scratching over her skin. She jerked from the abrupt action, a shriek escaping her. When he pulled it from her, it lifted her body from the ground momentarily. She fell against the grass with a thud.
“Oh shit,” she cried out, his sudden roughness turning her on more than she ever imagined something like that would.
Her pussy throbbed, a dull, hard beat that swelled through her insides. Hot and wet, the sweet smell of her sex clung to her. Her breasts swelled, craving his attention. She needed him touching her, filling her, relieving the pressure that was about to fucking explode inside her.
“That’s because you know what I’m talking about,” he growled, and reached for his belt.
She struggled to breathe, her pussy swollen and absolutely soaked. She watched him remove his belt, and then unzip his fly. No way could she move. Every inch of her pulsed, the change aching to come forward. Her muscles twitched, while blood pumped too quickly through her veins. He stood, slowly taking off his pants.
She should do something other than simply gawk at him. He stripped, revealing perfection as he slid his jeans down his hard, muscular legs. Her fingers itched to touch him. There was a small hairline scar above one knee, and another on his right hip. What she wouldn’t do to stroke his hard flesh, feel his coarse body hair under her fingertips.
Renee pushed herself to her elbows, unable to get up before he was on her again—this time completely naked.
“Don’t assume anything about my thoughts,” she told him, fighting to sound in control. “What do you think I was going to do at the cliff?”
He positioned his legs between hers, running his hands under her thighs and lifting her while he adjusted them so that his cock throbbed against her soaked pussy.
“You were going to leave your body,” he whispered, and then slowly began kissing her. “And once we share our bodies, my little bitch, I’ll show you how we can share our minds.”
He nipped at her lower lip, sending so many sensations crushing through her that she couldn’t focus on his words. She opened her mouth, ready to cry out but he impaled her with his tongue. His hand moved down her side, squeezing her hip. He braced himself with his arm, keeping most of his weight off her and giving her enough room that she could rub herself against his hard muscle. The coarse hair on his chest tickled her breasts, making them swell with need that matched the intense craving in her pussy.
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her heat. Her pussy was burning hot and wet, soaking both of them.
Renee turned her head to the side, gasping for air. His hard body over her, the sweet smell of lust, and his unique scent, a mixture of confidence and domination, overpowered her.
“Bruno, please.” She’d never begged a werewolf for a damn thing. Not once.
His cock pushed against the entrance of her pussy. “You’re mine, Renee,” he hissed, thrusting hard and fast inside her.
“Holy fucking shit,” she screamed, knowing damn good and well none of the few werewolves she’d been with in her life had ever been this big.
And not one of them claimed to be mating with her when they’d fucked.
She’d argue of the meaning of their actions later. Right now, it was all she could do to breathe. He thrust that cock of his clear up to her belly button. Her blood boiled, the ringing in her ears stealing her ability to think. Her senses heightened, her teeth growing enough to prick her lip as she arched into him, allowing him to go deeper.
She was out of her fucking mind. If she were sane, she’d stop him. But damn. Nothing had ever felt so good in her entire life.
Bruno thrust again, not hesitating to take what she offered. He fucked her hard and fast, pushing her over the edge too quickly. When she knew she’d explode, he pushed his arms underneath her, scooping her up, and pushed himself to his knees.
Not only did he manage to stay inside her, suddenly she straddled his thick thighs, her legs stretched out on either side of him. He grabbed her hair, holding her face close to his, and impaled her so that she almost choked.
“Fuck me, Renee. Fuck me while I fuck you.”
“Damn you,” she complained, on the edge of coming but having been robbed of her moment.
And now he wanted her to move, to think enough to fuck him. Damn him for suddenly offering her control. Something she wanted. And he gave it to her. Except her mind was fogged over with lust.
He grinned, sensing her frustration. “Prove we’re equals and fuck me as I fuck you.”
She couldn’t look away from him. Not only because he had her face pinned, holding on to her hair, but she lost herself in his dark penetrating gaze. Once or twice in her life, she’d experienced more than the scent from another werewolf’s emotions. Something allowed her to go deeper, feeling what they felt.