Lorie OClare - Lunewulf 4 - In Her Nature.jpg Page 14

  Fire built between the two of them, his cock burning with the need to explode. Muscles strained throughout him. He fought to keep his beast at bay, not wanting to hurt her, knowing she wasn’t ready for such carnal sex.

  “Rock.” Her pussy muscles started to spasm around his cock. “Rock!” She cried out again, “Rock!”

  Her pussy grew so tight he could hardly move, the inner muscles collapsing around his shaft. But then her orgasm caused fiery heat to lubricate her cunt.

  Simone couldn’t breathe. Rock impaled her with a cock larger than anything she had ever experienced. Every time he moved inside her, torrents of pleasure blazed through her. It was as if he fucked her entire body, and not just her cunt.

  When air finally filled her lungs, she felt almost lightheaded. She swooned, almost collapsing but not wanting to miss a stroke of his cock.

  “Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.” If he could make her come again, like he just did, she wasn’t sure she would live through it. But she sure as hell wanted to see if she could.

  The mattress caved under her, giving her the sensation of sliding backwards. Rock pressed his knees into the bed. Strong fingers glided through her hair, gripping it, pulling her up.

  “Do you think you can handle more?” He pressed her backside to him, the moistness of their skin mixing.

  “I can handle all you can dish out.” She wasn’t at all sure that was the case, but she knew she wouldn’t cry out first.

  His laugh vibrated against her back, making his cock buck inside her. Pressure began slowly, another orgasm building.

  “Better be careful, my sweet little one.” His breath tickled her ear, sending chills racing over her skin. “I think you know that you can’t keep up with me.”

  Oh! The pompous ass! She would show him.

  She twisted in his arms, the moist sheen of their bodies easing her movement. His grip tightened, but she managed to slide her pussy off of his cock.

  “You don’t think I can keep up with you?” She met his gaze, dark sapphires glistening with silver stared down at her.

  Body sweat and cum lingered between them. Hands so strong they could crush her, glided up her arms, and then gripped her shoulders. Rational thought failed her momentarily. She was so awestruck by the intensity of him.

  “You can’t.” A grin tempted his lips, his amusement all too clear. “You are fragile and small.”

  She shoved him to the side, allowing just a bit of muscle to grow within her in order to aid her plight. There was no way she could push him backwards, or release his grip on her. He might be the stronger creature, but he wouldn’t see her as less of an equal. His line of thinking needed adjusting immediately.

  “I’ll show you who is fragile and small.” She caught him off guard, but more than likely he didn’t fight her.

  She brought him down on to the bed, and straddled him before he could get up. He might be the stronger, but she knew how to immobilize a man. His cock was like a velvet rod of steel. She wrapped her fingers around it, placing it at the entrance of her pussy.

  He stretched out underneath her, propping his hands behind his head, and appeared more comfortable and smug than she cared to see him. Her actions hadn’t convinced him that she could handle him, only that she was up to the challenge. His long legs stretched out behind her, forcing her to keep her balance so she wouldn’t fall off of him while he adjusted himself.

  “Do what you will, my little one. I won’t stop you.”

  Of that, she had no doubts.

  He was so thick that her fingers barely wrapped around the shaft of his cock. She positioned his cock head at her entrance, feeling the pressure as she slid down on to him.

  He impaled her. That mighty cock gutted her cunt, filling her, stretching her, until she thought he would force his way in up to her bellybutton. Sparks flew in front of her, her breath swept from her lungs. The power of his cock surged through her, until she couldn’t think straight.

  But she had to think. She had to maintain control. She would bring him to his climax. She would make him come. That would be the only way he would see her as strong, and not some weak, frail woman, who needed to be guided and protected.

  “When you come, you will scream my name.” She began riding his cock, moving up and down slowly, his hands gripping her hips. “Do you understand me, wolf-man?”

  His grin about made her lose it. He was so damned sexy. Blue eyes sparkled with amusement, and the way his blond hair fell around his face added to his macho appearance.

  “Yes, ma’am.” His drawl was like honey.

  She grabbed his wrists when he tried to force her down on his cock. “Give me your hands.” She couldn’t force him to do anything, but he seemed willing to cooperate, which was all she could hope for.

  He released her hips, and she guided him by the wrists until his hands rested on either side of his face. Pinning him like this forced her to stretch over his thick torso, while maintaining the slow ride that tortured her worse than him, she feared.

  She raised up on her legs, her inner thighs stretching over him, and then sank down on his cock, burying him deep inside her. He filled her like no werewolf ever had, brushing against inner muscles that had never been tormented so wonderfully before. She pushed off of him again, then eased back down, enjoying the pure pleasure of his cock.

  He didn’t fight her, but let her have her fun. His hands relaxed underneath her grip. And she rode his cock, aware of the heat consuming her, the muscles tightening, the orgasm building like a tidal wave and she knew she would explode soon.

  “Fuck me, baby. Damn, you are so hot.” His words vibrated through his chest, the baritone caressing her senses.

  He leaned forward, sucking in one of her nipples. Tingles shot through her, exploding like mini-fireworks throughout her. She was on the verge of exploding, and didn’t want to come before he did.

  “You aren’t playing fair,” she cried out.

  His teeth raked over the puckered flesh, and then he bit, sending quick electric charges straight to her cunt.

  “Damn you.” She couldn’t hold back any longer.

  She pressed her legs into the bed, raising her pussy until his cock barely entered her. Then she slammed down on him, wanting him to fill her, needing to break the dam.

  He suckled her breast like a starving child, filling his mouth with her. She couldn’t raise herself, without breaking the suction he’d created. All she could do was ride him, moving her hips as fast as she could go. The heat consumed her, fire burning that she fanned by pounding her pussy up and down on his cock.

  Rock released her breast, and his expression grew brutal, determination spilling out in his gaze. “Damnit. Simone!”

  “Come inside me.” She thrust her cunt down on his shaft, filling and releasing, molten flames roaring through her.

  Those dark sapphire eyes hardened, his mouth forming a straight line. She had him. She forced him deep inside her, holding his wrists, feeling his arm muscles contort under her grasp. His legs straightened, the length of him underneath her as hard as a board.

  “Dear God. Woman. Little bitch!” He closed his eyes. Control contorting his expression.

  The swelling inside her peaked, no longer could she hold back the rush of desire that fucking him had created. The spasms started deep inside her womb, building, intensifying. She crashed down on his cock, gripping his hips with her inner thigh muscles. Wave after wave rushed through her. Everything around her seemed to start in a slow spin. Her orgasm fogged her senses, blurring her vision, muting all sound. Her world became a rush of simmering cum, her pussy filling, coating his cock, dripping out of her.

  Rock pushed his arms forward, but grabbed her before she could slip to the side. Her world altered, her orgasm still drifting through her. He moved her, his arms circling around her while he moved into a sitting position, pressing his cock deep into the tenderest part of her cunt.

  His cock swelled. Hot semen filling her as he came deep inside
her.

  “Simone!” His growl exploded through him. Her name vibrating through her. “Mine,” he howled. “Simone! You are mine!”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Reality hit harder than a ton of bricks. Rock had just mated with her. The age-old tradition of werewolves, claiming a bitch through sexual intercourse, was still taken quite seriously in most packs. And she knew Rock meant that she was his permanently.

  She should feel ecstatic. This was what she wanted. Rock Toubec would be a challenge, but she could tame the beast in him, she knew she could. But she couldn’t deny the overwhelming fear that gripped her with his words.

  “Rock.” She could hardly utter his name, her mouth suddenly too dry.

  His cock still filled her, the heat of him making it hard to find the words she needed to say.

  Rock leaned back on his bed, pulling her down with him. The warmth of his body clung to her, his powerful arms wrapping around her. She should feel secure, wonderfully content and sated. But nerves tortured her, anticipating his reaction to her news. Her insides twisted in knots.

  “There is something you don’t know.” The urge to pull away from him crept through her.

  “Tell me anything you want.” He sounded very relaxed, although his hold on her was firm. “Why are you suddenly nervous?”

  She should have realized her emotions would be strong enough to alert him.

  Best to get it over with. “I don’t think we can be mated yet.”

  He rolled to his side, his cock gliding out of her pussy, leaving her empty, the comfort of him inside her gone. Fiery moisture flowed from her cunt, the extreme humidity saturating her legs. He cuddled her next to him, looking down at her. His fingers traced lines down the side of her face, brushing her hair to the side. Sultry eyes, desire still glazing his expression, grazed over her slowly.

  “We are mated.” The finality of his words sunk through her like an anchor.

  She attempted a smile but her lips quivered. Would he understand the ridiculous pack law that bound her to three other werewolves?

  She cleared her throat and sat up, the sudden movement making her dizzy.

  “There is a slight complication.” When she met his gaze she saw the contented look slowly fading.

  He narrowed his gaze on her, and she slid off the edge of the bed. Her legs were like jelly.

  “And what is this complication?” Rock stood as well, and then walked around the bed, approaching her slowly.

  Unleashed power gleamed off of him. Completely naked, with a body that should be outlawed, he moved in on her. The man messed with her equilibrium, making her thoughts steer toward fucking him again.

  She lowered her gaze, unable to look at him and keep her thoughts focused. And this was important.

  “Grandmother Rousseau passed a law before she died. You might have heard of it. She assigned three mates to every bitch in the pack.” Maybe it was best to say it fast, get it out quickly and pray he would understand.

  “I’m aware of the law.” He walked to her side of the bed, narrowing the distance between them, then brushing his fingers across her cheek, tangling his hand in her hair. “That law doesn’t affect us.”

  “Actually it does.” She sucked in a breath of air, wishing she had something to drink. “That werewolf in Howley’s who was bothering me was one of my assigned mates.”

  “Have you fucked him?”

  “No. God. No. I haven’t fucked any of them.” She walked around him, gratified that he didn’t hold her. She needed air to breathe that didn’t have their sex clinging to it. If her head was clear she could make him understand. “I left the pack shortly after the law was passed. This is the first time I’ve been back, and one of my assigned mates just happened to find me.”

  She turned, wanting his reaction. The hard, muscular curve of his ass distracted her. Her pussy throbbed, heat searing her from the inside out. He turned to face her, a warrior’s body, hard and powerful. Nerves tingled through her with the penetrating stare he gave her, those deep blue eyes burrowing straight to her soul.

  “You are today, and shall be until the day you die, Simone Toubec.”

  Her heart skipped a beat. Simone Toubec. She liked the sound of that.

  He relaxed his stance, and the air around her seemed to relax as well. A slow smile crept over his lips, making her wonder if he realized the appeal of her new name as well.

  “You won’t worry about this anymore.” He approached her, his gait easy and relaxed.

  She wished she could say the same about her insides. His cock remained semi-hard, her cum covering it, teasing her with the rich smell. Muscles rippled as he moved in on her, wrapping her in his arms, then tenderly kissing her forehead.

  “I want you to bring your cub over so we may all have supper together.” His lips brushed over her face, and then down the side of her neck. “I shall tend to this issue of that ridiculous law later.”

  *

  Johann didn’t like the werewolf. Armand Gaston stood in his living room, watching Samantha, who lounged on the couch. Johann couldn’t help but think the man looked more like he would change into a bulldog than a wolf if he morphed. Armand had his hands on his hips, arguing his point concerning Simone.

  “What of her other two mates?” Samantha stood with incredible ease, considering her growing tummy. “I mean, if you are claiming Simone based on this law, shouldn’t all three of you be claiming her together?”

  Johann fought a grin over the defiant sparkle he saw in his mate’s eyes. Not to mention, her quick thinking made her invaluable. He turned his attention to Armand, who seemed to be groping for an answer.

  “I haven’t sought out her other mates,” the stocky man said finally. “If they wish to stake their claim, that is their right by law.”

  “I’ve had numerous complaints about this law.” Johann didn’t see any harm in letting the werewolf know his thinking on the matter. “We aren’t a democracy, but I will allow discussion of it at the next meeting.”

  Dissolving the law seemed the best solution. He certainly wouldn’t require any further mating to take place under the law. But the existing tetrads would require a bit of delicacy in dissolving. Not all of them had been unsuccessful. And there was the issue of who would end up with whom. The whole matter was a blasted mess.

  “Are you saying then that you will not honor a current law on the books?” Armand squinted his beady, pale eyes, the thick folds of skin around them making them almost disappear.

  “Hardly.” This short brute wouldn’t corner him. “But as my mate just pointed out, the law states the females have three werewolves as mates, and you are just one. Come to the next pack meeting, and we will discuss it further then.”

  “Well, I do know one thing.” Armand turned toward the front door, and not soon enough. Johann would much rather be enjoying time alone with Samantha while Jere slept, than listening to this werewolf whine. Armand held on to the doorknob, but turned and pointed a finger at him. “I do know that Rock Toubec is not one of Simone’s mates by law.”

  “What does he have to do with any of this?” Johann hid the trickle of trepidation that slithered through him at the mention of the Cariboo lunewulf.

  “He is the one who pulled her away from me earlier.” Armand stuck out his pudgy chin, or what there was of it. “God only knows where he hauled her off to.”

  “I’ll look into the matter.” Johann had a very good idea where Toubec would have taken Simone, and he doubted the bitch fought him off in the slightest.

  “You do that.” Armand turned and left, the door closing behind him.

  “And how exactly do you plan on looking into the matter?”

  He turned around to see Samantha standing there with her hands on her hips, looking too damned sexy, even with her brown eyes challenging him.

  “This is part of being pack leader.” He reached for her but she grabbed his hand, squeezing his fingers.

  “Could you make some phone calls?” She pulled
his hand to her mouth, nipping at the flesh by his knuckle.

  He could use the pack directory, learn the number out to Toubec’s ranch. But if Simone were in danger, he wouldn’t be able to tell over the phone. Samantha’s pouty expression turned contemplative. He could tell she contemplated the same thing.

  “I’m not trying to control her life.” He brushed a reassuring kiss across her forehead. “But if Simone is after this werewolf, she won’t stop to notice if he is safe or not.”

  “Is that how she was with you?” Samantha’s brown eyes looked up at him with curiosity, and worry. “Did she chase you without thinking?”

  “That was a long time ago.” He ran his hands over her cropped blonde hair, holding her head in place so she would look at him. Her gaze never left his face. “To be fair, I chased her a bit too. But Samantha. You are my mate. And I don’t regret that for a day.”

  He could see her hesitation, could tell she wanted to believe him but wasn’t sure that she could. And he understood her doubts. She thought they had mated because she carried his cub. But the bitch was so full of life, so beautiful, so quick-witted, she had to know how much he loved her. Every day he realized the catch he had in her, but he knew only his actions would help her to see that.

  “If you can prove Rock isn’t a murderer, would you approve Simone mating with him?”

  “I’ve got to get rid of that blasted law first.” Johann could see how she hoped to pin his true feelings with her question. He smiled, needing her to see his interest in Simone was simply for her wellbeing. “But if the Cariboo lunewulf makes her happy, then I would agree to the mating.”

  “Well then, we need to figure out who killed those women, because I really think Simone has fallen for him.” Samantha pushed away from him, and he enjoyed the sway of her ass when she walked into the kitchen. “Go make sure she is safe. But don’t piss her off, Johann. She can’t stand confinement anymore than you or I can.”

  *

  Johann had been to this ranch many times growing up when the Rousseaus still owned it. And for the most part, it looked the same. He imagined some hard feelings still harbored from Toubec being the new owner.