Right Wolf, Right Time (18 page)

“You thought wrong.” Period. End of discussion.

Her slow smile lit up his world. “Really?”

“Hell yeah. Are you deaf, woman? I said you’re mine. And that’s final.”

He moved her over him and let her slide down his erection, gratified at how hot and wet she was.

“Monty,” she sighed and sank over him. “Oh, I missed you. You have no idea how much.”

“I’ve been replaying your favorite movies at home, over and over, imaging the many ways I’d discipline you when you came home. So yeah, I know.”

She laughed, then groaned when he controlled her hips, making her ride him. “It’s not just sex, you big bad wolf. I miss your humor and how sexy you are when you come. Okay, that’s the sex.” She kissed him, lingering over his lips and teasing his tongue. “But I miss so much more. Your strength, your scent. How happy you make me just by being you.”

“Shit, baby. You’re gonna make me cry. And a guy should never cry when he’s making love.” He pumped harder and reached between them.

The moment he grazed her clit, she came, squeezing him tight and shattering his less than stellar control.

“Fuck, Sophie,” he moaned and filled her, the scent of them layering over each other again.
Finally.
He let it last, kissing her and loving her all over again. Slower, faster, whatever she wanted, so long as she came with him. He wanted nothing between them but love, acceptance and truth. As they shared their joy, their animal spirits entwined, never to be parted again.

After their second explosive climax, he kissed her while they relaxed. He sucked at her breasts, wondering how big they’d grow during her pregnancy.

“Have I told you yet how excited I am about our kid?”

“Our kid. Sounds tough. Good thing he’s a boy.”

He paused and leaned up to look at her. “A boy?”

“Wow, Monty. I didn’t know your voice could get that high.” She winked at him.

He wrapped her hair around his finger, taken with her softness. “A boy. You’re sure?”

“My wolf is.” She brought him close for another kiss. “And she thinks you’re super sexy.”

He grinned. “Yeah? Well, she’s right. I am.” His lips lost the smile, but he felt his wild wolf staring at her with joy. “I’ll make a good father, Sophie. I swear, I’ll provide for you and the boy. Always.”

“And the girl? She’ll come next, right?”

He kissed her. “Only if you promise to get to
MacKneely and Her Kneeling Ways, Volume Four
. She’s got some great stuff where she deep-throats without gagging. You can do it, I just know you can.”

“Pervert.” She pinched his nipple. “But we have to go back to town for that.”

“Back to our pride.” He ran his hands through her hair, envisioning her before a fire, her hair spread out underneath her like a silken pillow. “Everyone misses you. I love you. And I can’t live without you. Please come back with me.”

“So no living with the Gray Wolf Order?”

“Can you see me living under Rafe’s command?”

She sighed. “No. But I do like him. As
a
man, not
my
man. See the difference? I like Axel too, even though he hit me—”

“He what?”
Monty started to rise but she grabbed onto him.

Instead of slowing him down, he stood with her attached to him like a magnet.

“Wow. You’re strong.”

“That bastard
hit
you?”

“Your eyes are starting to grow a little wild. It was barely a tap, and he did it because Rafe told him to.”

“What?”

She swore. “Damn. Look, they were trying to keep me safe in Cougar Falls, away from my uncle. But I wanted to rescue you. Can’t you understand the reasoning behind it?”

“Well, yeah. I guess.” He rubbed her back and held her tight. “But I’m still going to punch Axel for it. When he least suspects it.” Man, he couldn’t wait to feed that snow-white wolf his fist.

“Okay then.”

“Yeah.”

“Right.”

“So…” He started to stir against her again. Two long months without his mate had been difficult to handle. Sexually, he’d been beyond miserable.

“I guess we have to get back to the pride, then.”

“We do.” He swallowed hard when her hand curled around his cock.

She smiled and eased her legs down. Then she slowly knelt before him and cupped his balls. “Volume Four, hmm?”

“Oh yeah.” He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes when her mouth moved over him. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

She left him long enough to answer, “Yes. And we’re running together right after I demonstrate Volume Four.”

“I love your wolf, so beautiful and wild.” He paused, enrapt in her clever hands and tongue and hoping she wouldn’t freak out about this. “You know, we still haven’t mated as wolves.” He sensed her wolf’s ears perk.

She stopped sucking again. Unfortunately. “As wolves?”

He gently nudged her aside and shifted, then waited for her to do the same. Her gray eyes blinked at him and she cocked her head.
“As wolves.”

He wagged his tail.
“Hell, yeah. Baby, just you wait.”

She didn’t have long. And she didn’t have long again before they reached his truck. Monty was her wolf, her mate. And he intended to love her as much as he inhumanly, and humanly, could.

He hugged her after they’d changed back to their human forms and dressed. In the truck, he smiled at her and flipped on the heater. They turned toward town, toward home. “You know, Soph. When the right wolf comes calling, the smart wolf says yes.”

She grabbed his hand and held it to her heart.

“And you, my love, are nothing less than brilliant.”

About the Author

Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with happy endings and knew writing was her calling.

Twenty-plus years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, and children, her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Oregon with her family and loves hearing from readers.

To read more about Marie, visit
www.marieharte.com
.

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In Plain Sight

Feral Attraction

Foxy Lady

Outfoxed

A Matter of Pride

Right Wolf, Right Time

Westlake Enterprises

To Hunt a Sainte

Storming His Heart

A Scorching Seduction

Enjoying the Show

Sins of Summer

Closing the Deal

Pride goeth before
his
fall.

A Matter of Pride

© 2012 Marie Harte

A
Cougar Falls
Story

Dean Chastell has a reputation for being a troublemaker and something of a lady’s man. It’s not his fault he’s attractive, funny and hell on wheels between the sheets…or that his pranks often leave his victims smarting. But not even he deserves to get saddled with Stacey Bermin for his sins. There’s no denying the woman is gorgeous. She’s sexy as hell and aggravating in the extreme. She’s also prideful, pampered, calls him
hillbilly
and needs a swift kiss…err,
kick
, in the pants.

And she’s in grave danger.

He never thought they’d manage to spend a few hours, much less a few days, alone without going for each other’s throats, but when trouble comes calling, Dean finds he’ll do anything to keep her safe. She’s not nearly as cold as she seems. In fact, the princess brings out the prince in him he never knew existed. And he’ll move heaven and earth to keep her safe, out of danger…and in his arms, no matter the cost.

Warning: A trickster cat finally meets his match in a proud feline used to getting her way. Hunters, hijinks and danger abound as the pride comes together for one heck of a battle.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
A Matter of Pride:

A door slammed. Swearing, snarls and spitting hisses pierced the early morning quiet of what promised to be a beautiful summer day. Life in the pride was never dull, but today looked to be especially interesting.

Whistling, Dean Chastell grabbed a cup of coffee and reveled in the comfort of having such a close-knit, loving extended family.

“Son of a…! I’m going to kick your butt, Chastell!” Miles Bermin, fellow shapeshifter and current Catamount Ranch guest, had been using the shower upstairs because the water heater in his cabin wasn’t working.

At least, not since Dean had tampered with it.

“Miles?” From upstairs, Burke’s deep voice sounded rusty. “What the hell? It’s not even seven yet.” Great, now Burke would be in a bad mood. Dean’s oldest brother and pride leader wasn’t exactly pleased with him lately. Not after yesterday’s mess with the gray wolves.

The mangy bastards.

Dean decided it might be prudent to leave—and fast—before he was discovered, and bumped into a troublesome gray wolf on his way out the back door.

“Where are you off to so early?” Monty GrayClaw, the only wolf in the pride, yawned and stretched as he entered the house. “I thought today was your day off.”

Dean shrugged and put down his coffee. “Just thought I’d get in a few—”

Burke’s laughter echoed through the house. “Holy crap. Is your hair blue?”

Monty blinked. “Your brother’s up early. This can’t be good. And who’s he talking to?”

“Yeah, it’s blue,” Miles roared. “I have business to attend to today, not to mention a date later this evening. And
blue hair
?”

Monty’s grin stretched across his lips. “Nice.”

Like Dean, Monty didn’t particularly care for the snotty cats visiting from Miami. They tolerated the females well enough—mostly—but Miles was a huge pain at the best of times. It didn’t help that the women in town thought he walked on water.

Dean did his best to look innocent, and failed miserably when Monty started laughing.
Loudly.

Footsteps pounded overhead. Miles’s scent drew closer, robust with the heat of rage. Considering the dude had a few inches on Dean, as well as a surprisingly muscular frame under the stupid designer suits he often wore, Dean decided to make haste. He inched past Monty toward the door.

“I’d hurry if I were you.” Monty nodded for him to go.

Deciding avoidance made sense—because who wanted to fight so early on a gorgeous Friday morning—Dean slipped outside and into his truck. He turned the key and shifted into reverse when the passenger door opened.

Christ, wasn’t one of them enough to deal with today? He stared in dismay at the most beautiful—and annoying—woman he’d ever had the misfortune to know. “Not now, Stacey. I’m late for work.”

“You have today off.” Miles’s sister just stood there looking finer than fine.

“Come on. I have things to do. Shut the door and move away.”

He inched the truck back. Any second now Miles would be out the door…

“I need a ride into town.” She glanced behind her at the back door and frowned.

Fuming because he had two choices—give in to the princess’s demands or suffer Miles’s wrath—he leaned across the passenger’s seat. “What did you say?”

When she leaned closer to respond, he grabbed her by the collar and yanked her inside. She yelped as she tried to right herself, while he gassed the truck and lurched back just as Miles Bermin tore through the back door of the house, dripping wet and wearing nothing more than a towel and blue hair.

“Get back here!”

Stacey swore as the car door slammed, barely missing her pricey skirt. She stared out the front window and gasped. “Oh my God. Is Miles’s hair blue?”

Miles had made one too many comments about Dean’s love life at dinner last night. It was one thing for the rest of the pride to joke about him being the last standing Chastell without a mate, but when Miles said it, he sounded insulting. A lot like his sister. Dean regarded Stacey out of the corner of his eye, wishing he could turn off his attraction to her.

Whipping the wheel to turn the truck around, Dean jumped on the gas and tore down the dirt driveway. He kept his gaze half on the drive and half on the rearview, making sure Miles didn’t decide to go for broke and hunt him down. But all the while he remained painfully aware of the woman next to him.

He’d dated his share of women. Had never hurt for girlfriends or a companion on a Saturday night. But none of them held a candle to Stacey Bermin. Part of the Miami pride temporarily staying at the Catamount Ranch, Stacey represented every fantasy of feline perfection he’d ever had.