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  A pile of clothes caught her attention. She sniffed the air, forgetting about the rundown structures.

  I’m going to find you, wolf-man.

  The sun warmed her back when she pulled off her sweater. The slight breeze puckered her nipples, her breasts looking full and round when she looked down to unbutton her jeans. She kicked off her shoes, then slid her jeans down her legs, fresh air teasing her pussy when she bent over to pull her pants off, and toss them in the pile with Rock’s clothes.

  No one was around her, but there was still a small thrill in standing naked outside. She trod lightly over the rough ground, barefoot and still human, before triggering that remote sensation deep inside her.

  Blood rushed through her veins, her heartbeat increasing, and her senses fine-tuning. Her eyes transformed into that of a werewolf, making the undeveloped area around her change in appearance, and in color. Prickly goose bumps gave her shivers while soft, white fur, the color of the moon, covered her skin. Her body stretched, contorted, the thrill of the beast within her released, creating a ball of excitement in her gut.

  She dropped to all fours, and then pranced into the undergrowth surrounded by sweet-smelling pines. How wonderful to be in her fur in the middle of the day, sunlight trickling around the tall trees. She and Jere would become quite spoiled living on this beautiful land.

  And I will be even more spoiled enjoying my Cariboo lunewulf.

  Now all she had to do was find him.

  It had been too long since she ran on Rousseau land, now Toubec land, and she couldn’t remember exactly where the property line was. But that proved not to be a problem. Large paw prints, with the fresh smell of dirt where long claws had plowed the ground, created a path she could follow.

  Rock had some steam to burn off. She decided to enjoy the same luxury, and burn some steam of her own. Tearing across the countryside sounded real damned good.

  Once the trees were behind her, trampled grass created an easy path to follow. Rock obviously hadn’t cared if anyone knew where he headed. Either that, or he was too pissed to give it thought.

  Her heart pounded, making her pant so she wouldn’t get too hot. The hard sprint got her blood flowing, but Rock must have had quite a lead on her. She still hadn’t picked up his scent.

  Water sparkled from the sun, inviting her to stop and drink. The small round pond, nestled in the valley, had Rock’s paw prints leading right up to it. But there was no Rock.

  His tracks disappeared into the water, and even after walking around the pond, she didn’t see where they picked back up again.

  Well hell.

  A low growl gave her chills, causing the hair on her back to stand on end. Water rippled around her paws, just as she noticed the large figure emerge from the water.

  Rock stood, water dripping from his coat, making the fur cling to him, and allowing a wonderful view of his muscular frame. Apparently, he had been lying in the water, camouflaging his scent, and preventing her from seeing him. He looked like a deadly beast, rising from the depths, his silver eyes mere slits of glowing aggression. Fur clung to his face, streaking its white color with a darker gray. Long, razor sharp teeth stuck out under his upper lip, adding to his fierce appearance. Whether in fur or in skin, Rock Toubec could be incredibly intimidating.

  And she had a feeling that is exactly how he wanted to look. She would not allow her mate to bully, or render fear in her, on any given day, no matter the circumstances. He’d taken a hard blow earlier, with Johann forbidding him to handle matters the way he wished. And she would stand by her mate, supporting him in any way he wished to deal with the situation. But he wouldn’t take his irritation out on her. The way he glared at her, she guessed he was in a prime mood to do just that.

  Water rippled around him when he moved through it toward her. He lowered his head, his silver eyes seeming to glow with energy as he approached.

  It became harder to stay calm with him looking at her like that. Her heart raced in her chest, the pitter-patter making her feel like her whole body vibrated to the beat.

  Turmoil brewed in his gaze, but she saw the fire, too. Hot. Dominating. Instinct and human emotions swirling in those predator’s eyes.

  She side-stepped away from the water, hoping it looked like the moisture annoyed her. But with every second, it became harder to remain calm. As a werewolf, he was almost twice her size. He lowered his head, and his thick, long red tongue moved slowly over his teeth.

  Memories of what he could do with that tongue sprang to life. That tongue was any woman’s fantasy. Thoughts of him fucking her with it made it hard to stand. Her pussy swelled with primal need, moistening, craving the werewolf who now hovered over her.

  She had a perfect view of his cock, which hung like a dangerous weapon between his hind legs. It was as thick as her wrist, and damn near the length of her forearm. The length alone would split her in two, if he could manage to get inside of her.

  Rock growled, the rumbling of the guttural sound vibrating through him. He moved alongside her, pressing against her, allowing her to feel the reverberation sink through her skin, teasing her senses, her raw instincts craving his cock.

  But we aren’t compatible in our fur.

  Rational human thoughts warred with her animal instinct, which wanted to fuck. And her human curiosity wasn’t helping much either. What would it be like to take on a cock that size?

  She took a step backwards, but his head lowered against her rear end, his hard, wet nose pressing against her when she backed into him. Her pussy throbbed, cum seeping through her coat on her inner thighs. The heat between her legs soared to dangerous levels.

  She darted forward, being careful not to run into his rear end. His cock was a dangerous temptation, but she knew she couldn’t take something that big.

  Are you crazy? Do you want to hurt me? She barked at him, stepping backwards while he watched her.

  She didn’t miss the controlled, possessive look he gave her. Her mouth went dry. Licking her lips didn’t help.

  And he seemed way too fucking calm. The anger appeared gone. She no longer smelled frustration. No. At the moment, Rock gave her the impression he was very much in control of his actions, and sure of what he wanted.

  That thought about brought her heart to her throat. What made matters worse was that try as she would to keep her gaze on his face, that giant cock kept distracting her. What would it be like to be mounted, and pounded, impaled and spread open?

  Rock took a step toward her, his long tongue hanging over sharp teeth, making it look like he was grinning at her. She hesitated, his calm aggression distracting her. He moved closer, nuzzling her with his hard head.

  The action was gentle, making her lower her defenses, just a little. He had taken her as a mate, pursued her, fought for her. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.

  She swallowed the lump in her throat, and returned the affectionate gesture, pressing her head against his powerful chest. The rumble in his chest let her know her action pleased him. He lifted his giant paw, placing it on her shoulder, and she almost stumbled under the weight.

  When she tried to crawl out from under his grip, he dug into her fur with his claws, the pointed ends pressing against her hide. He had her pinned.

  She might be able to escape his grasp, and possibly even run from him. But he was twice her size, with twice her speed. If she fought him off any further, he would probably enjoy her efforts, and view it as foreplay.

  Her heart pounded with the realization that he was going to fuck her. That incredibly large cock would enter her, and in spite of her rational thought telling her it could do irreversible damage, carnal instinct had her pussy throbbing in anticipation.

  His large nose tickled her ear, the length of his tongue smoothing the fur on the side of her head. Warm and moist, he kissed her with slow, long strokes. His paw slid over her shoulder, releasing her from under his weight. He stood over her, kissing her face, licking her fur, sending chills throughout her body.


  She remained underneath him, forgetting to try and stand. When she twisted so she could return his affection, she rolled to her side. He licked her neck, his powerful fangs rubbing against her skin, electric chills racing through her. Those almond-shaped silver eyes gazed at her, half-closed, clouded with lust.

  She returned his kisses, running her tongue over his coarse coat. But he lowered his head, running that hot, rough tongue of his over her chest. Fire flushed through her, boiling her insides, her pussy throbbing with painful need. Desire overwhelmed her, washing her fears away.

  Fuck me, wolf-man.

  She rolled to her back, spreading her legs, baring her belly to her mate, submitting to him. A rumble rose deep within him, the sound of pure male satisfaction, glorifying in her admittance to his dominance.

  Rock moved lower, his tongue stroking the fur around her pussy. He would make her mad with need, begging to be impaled with his oversized cock.

  Oh. Hell yes! She howled with delight when his tongue ran over her swollen pussy. The soothing effect was quickly replaced with longing for him to do it again. That thick tongue moved in and out of her tortured cunt, fucking her, the muscles inside her quivering, tightening with anticipation. He stroked her pussy with his rough tongue, molten heat simmering to a boil. She would burn alive from the inside out, she was sure of it.

  Go faster. Damn. Fuck me harder. If her paws were hands, she would grab his head and grind her hips into his face. She wanted him deeper, needed him to stroke every inch of her cunt.

  When Rock raised his head, her cum soaked the fur around his mouth. His toothy grin, showing deadly, pointed fangs, would have made her giggle, if she could have made such a sound in her werewolf form. He hovered over her, watching her with silver eyes. His cock throbbed, nodding underneath him, looking very eager for its turn in her cunt. The movement distracted her, reminding her what would happen next. That giant beast would sink inside her cunt.

  Rock may have been aware of her fears, but his carnal instinct ran strong. She could see in his expression, the predatory look in his eyes. It was time to fuck her, and his instinct to mate consumed him.

  He nipped at her shoulder, pulling her skin with his teeth. Stand. His nonverbal command was clear.

  She struggled underneath him, her legs reacting like well-worked putty. Human thought grew muddled with werewolf instinct. She would submit to her mate, but he was going to tear her in two.

  Her legs barely held her. Her entire body trembled, anticipating a fucking like she’d never known, and terrified at the same time as to what it might do to her.

  Her pussy tingled when his cock pressed past her fur, finding the swollen heat that spread inside her, causing the fire within her to burn even more. Pressure built when he pushed against her. How could she stand and take this huge cock penetrating her?

  Rock held the nape of her neck with his teeth. Her entrance stretched, working to reach around his massive cock. He pushed, her pussy allowing it, expanding, allowing more and more of him to enter. And still he pushed.

  His cock moved inside her, filling her, consuming her, creating wave after wave of desire. Pain mixed with pleasure. He would split her in two. No way could she live through this. Yet, she wanted it more than anything. Wanted him. Wanted his cock, his oversized cock, buried in her small, canine pussy.

  Simone buried her claws into the moist dirt underneath her, clamping her jaw shut, determined not to scream. He divided her in two, impaling her while he continued to move deep inside her.

  The pressure stretched through her body, a flood of her rich cream threatening to break through her. She would explode if he entered her any further, she just knew it.

  But when he began to recede, allowing his cock to flow backward through her cunt, the wall broke, an orgasm rippling through her with more intensity than she had ever experienced. And she was far from a virgin.

  The ground moved underneath her, the intensity of her coming made her feel faint. His jaw clamped harder on the back of her neck, the strong pinch of pain mixing with euphoria.

  Extreme pleasure, like she’d never experienced before, rushed through her. And just when her mind cleared, when she was able to acknowledge how damned good this felt, he forced his cock deep inside her again.

  No longer could she hold back the howls. There was no point in fighting the level of pressure building in her with each thrust. It was moot to question how many times he made her explode. This was fucking on a whole new level. And she loved it.

  Rock thrust deep inside her, his movement faster, his actions rougher. She collapsed, unable to stand underneath him any longer. He consumed her, filled her like she’d never been filled before, his cock riding in and out of her. With each thrust, her pussy stretched to meet his size, experience his length, absorb all that he offered.

  When he growled, letting her know he was ready to come, everything around her seemed to vibrate. His chest was just above her, his long, thick front legs planted on either side of her, and his growl rumbled through the air around her.

  She would pass out. There was no doubt about it. The intensity of him pounding his cock in and out of her was simply too much. She wanted to grab hold of something, anything. Brace herself so that she could maintain his fucking her. Anything to keep from slipping away, pounded by his gigantic cock into a state of oblivion.

  His final thrust jabbed her deeper than any cock had ever reached, hitting a point in her womb she never knew could offer such pleasure, making her explode right along with him. Fiery moisture filled her, his seed squirting deep inside her.

  Simone couldn’t move. Rock’s cock quivered inside her, locked deep in her womb. She couldn’t even catch her breath. His cock filled her, pressed against her lungs, filled her pussy, consumed every inch of her. The pleasure and pain of her Cariboo lunewulf deep within her, claiming every inch of her, brought tears to her eyes.

  Emotions she wasn’t prepared for flooded through her. There had never been any doubt Rock could fuck her like no other wolf could. And she knew his size would be more than she could handle. But she hadn’t been ready for such raw emotions to consume her.

  She had mated with her werewolf, with her man, on his land, and in his bed. Bonded for life. His cock, pinning her so that she couldn’t move, jerked inside her again, giving her quick chills. And as the chills raced through her, so did another realization. Happiness. Happiness like she had never experienced before. She was stretched wide open, to the point of pain, and she was happy.

  Dear God. Was she in love, too? Maybe. She wasn’t sure. Something rushed through her, filling her with giddy warmth, bringing tears to her eyes. This was definitely something to think about.

  And there was one more thing to think about.

  If she could only tame the beast in him…just a bit.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Simone didn’t want to wake up. Warm comforters cocooned around her, making her warm, and very comfortable. Slowly, her thoughts cleared from a sleepy fog. How long had she slept?

  It was almost dark outside. She blinked a few times, noticing Jere sitting cross-legged at the end of Rock’s extra-large bed. She had green lace wrapped around her head and neck, and appeared very content studying the contents of an old shoebox.

  “Rock said not to wake you.” Jere pulled a large marble from the box, and held it up to the light. “I didn’t wake you up. You woke up on your own.”

  The blankets loosened around her when she stretched, causing her to feel the burning deep in her pussy, not to mention fire surging through her inner thigh muscles. Hell. She might as well have just lost her virginity. She was so damned sore.

  Memories of Rock carrying her upstairs, insisting she lay on the bed while he drew a hot bath, crept through her mind. At least it didn’t hurt to smile. Rock had nestled her into his arms, and lowered her into steaming, scented water. Then he had washed her, stroking every inch of her with luscious suds. She could have stayed in that bath forever.

  The
bathrobe he had wrapped her in now twisted around her.

  Her thoughts faded when voices downstairs crept up toward them.

  “Why is Rock mad?” Jere looked at the closed bedroom door, and then stared at her with large, beautiful blue eyes.

  Simone could guess what had Rock outraged. She unwrapped herself from the covers, ignoring sore muscles, and found her clothes.

  “There is some pack business that has him upset, baby.” She pulled her jeans up, and buttoned them. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”

  Jere seemed content with this information. “I didn’t wake you up.”

  Simone opened the bedroom door, Jere by her side with the box of marbles in hand, when a door opened downstairs, then slammed shut. Light from the kitchen flooded into the hallway when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

  Before she entered the kitchen, she knew Rock had left. The house seemed oddly quiet, anger dissipating along with the comfortable security she sensed when Rock was around.

  “Where did Rock go?” Simone hoped she sounded calm.

  Rock’s cubs sat at the kitchen table, what was left of a chicken on a plate between them. Jere climbed on to the empty chair, staring at the food anxiously.

  “Did you have a nice nap?” Quinnie grabbed what was left of the carcass, and placed it in front of Jere.

  She grinned when she faced Simone, a knowing twinkle in her eyes. Apparently, little happened around here without Quinnie knowing about it.

  “Yes. Where’s Rock?”

  The plump bitch gave her the once over, and then turned when the cubs began arguing over what was left of the bird.

  “He had a few words for the pack leader, and then stormed out the back door.” Quinnie grabbed the older of the two cubs, Nate, if Simone remembered right, and took a towel to his face.

  The werewolf took off without her again. She stared at Jere, who stared discontentedly at what was left of the bird carcass.