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  He was on her in an instant.

  “You haven’t seen me angry,” he told her. “Now get back in the truck before I tie you down.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  Her eyes opened wide when he grabbed her arm, and then reached into the back of his truck where a coil of clothes line happened to be. He had meant to redo the clothes line he had behind his house, and now was glad he hadn’t gotten to it. He ripped the plastic open with his teeth, and then found the end of the rope.

  “What the hell are you doing?” She looked shocked, but the anger in her tone seemed to have disappeared.

  He flipped her around, and then pressed her down so that her face pressed into the front seat. Her adorable round ass pressed against his thigh, and the overwhelming urge to fuck her silly right there consumed him. He fought the cloud of lust that filled his brain, and wrapped the white rope around her wrists, then ripped the line with his teeth, threw the excess in the back of his truck, and made a nice knot, pinning her hands together behind her back.

  He couldn’t help himself when he moved his hands to lift her into the truck. He took a moment to feel her soft ass, nicely exposed with the black thong disappearing down toward her pussy. The black material was soaked.

  “I’ll have to remember that fighting makes you horny as hell,” he whispered, running his fingers over her shaved pussy, and feeling the thick cream soak his fingers. “Damn woman.”

  “Rock,” she whimpered.

  He lifted her up, and tossed her on to the seat, in somewhat of a sitting position, then shut her truck door once again. The walk around the front of the truck in the cold night air wasn’t enough to calm the fire that burned through him.

  “So now what are you going to do with me?” Her tone had softened measurably even though he could still smell her anger.

  “Reckon I could do just about anything I wanted.” He drove through Prince George, heading for the highway that would lead out to her place, and to his.

  “You could do anything you wanted without tying me up,” she pouted.

  Images of what he could do to her with her hands tied behind her back, clogged his senses, and he struggled to pay attention to the road. He glanced over at her, her wrists pinned behind her back, and those large breasts stretched against her black sweater. The scent of her cum, rich and intoxicating, filled the cab, and he remembered how wonderful she tasted.

  The highway stretched out ahead of them, and he knew he needed to pull over. He would explain to Simone why she had earned her punishment, but he couldn’t think with his cock throbbing in his pants. A dirt road that led to some land he leased to local ranchers appeared ahead of them, and he slowed quickly, then turned on to the rough surface.

  Simone bounced in the seat, and fell toward him. He grabbed her hair, and held her face pinned to his lap as he slowed the truck to a stop, making sure it was out of sight from any drivers who might pass by.

  He put the truck in park, and then ran his hand over the curve of her hip. He would go mad with need for her in this position.

  “You are tied up for a reason.” He kept his tone quiet, relaxed. “You will learn never to walk away from me during a discussion, and never to run from me.”

  He doubted she would have learned either if he had forced her to sit in the cab and she remained fuming. He smelled no anger on her now. But the smell of lust racked his senses, making it still hard for him to think.

  Maybe some fresh air.

  He opened his door, and pulled her outside along with him. Her skirt rode too high on her hips, and the black thong she had on did little to hide her shaven pussy. He half carried her to the back of his truck, and with one hand popped the latches to lower the back door of the truck. He lifted her up and plopped her down so she sat facing him.

  “This metal is going to freeze my ass,” she told him, her voice no more than a husky whisper.

  He liked that she showed no fear. She was as turned on as he was by her punishment. His little bitch was a perfect mix of wild, untamed sensuality, and he didn’t want any cruel treatment from pack members to stifle that in her.

  “Would you prefer the ground?”

  “It depends on what you had in mind.”

  Her blue eyes glowed at him, a hint of silver streaking through them.

  He wanted to talk to her, show her that he approved of how she was, but he couldn’t help himself. He shoved her sweater over those distracting mounds of flesh, and squeezed her large breasts. Large brown nipples puckered in the cold, two hardened peaks begging for his attention.

  He leaned forward and sucked one of them into his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue, tasting her and smelling her lusty scent.

  “Hell yes.” She tossed her head back, arching into him, and his cock pounded against the material of his jeans, threatening to break through at any moment.

  He moved to the other tit, sucking furiously with a need that begged to take over. She moved underneath him, twisting and arching as she fell back and lay on the bed of his truck.

  He ran his tongue over her stomach, feeling the burning heat radiate from her sweet-tasting skin. Her breasts filled his hands, and he pinched and twisted her nipples.

  “Oh. Shit.” Her cries urged him on, as her body writhed under his sweet torment.

  Her smooth skin felt hot and he lifted his face to enjoy the view as he stroked her inner thighs, lifting her legs and spreading them. Her black thong was soaked in between her pussy lips, and with a quick motion he yanked the silky material from her body, tossing the tiny piece of lingerie to the ground.

  “God. Rock.” His actions turned her on. Lust and desire hung in the air, no matter that they were outside and no longer in the confinement of his truck. Her scent would make him wild if he didn’t watch himself.

  She still showed no signs of fear, but he doubted she was ready for the wild side of him to surface. He needed to maintain control, and keep his Cariboo beast at bay.

  Cum soaked her pussy. He spread her legs wide, staring down at the glistening, smooth skin that was the source of the fire that urged him on. His cock ached to be in her. He wanted to hear her scream into the night as he pounded her into sweet submission. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He needed to know for sure he had tamed her, made her his, before he could claim and take what he would never give back.

  “You have the sweetest pussy.” He ran his fingers over it, feeling the humidity soar from inside her. Cum drenched his fingers, fresh and creamy.

  “Fuck me, Rock.” She didn’t ask. She clearly ordered.

  He laughed, wanting to do just that.

  “Not yet, my little bitch. You aren’t ready yet.”

  “Like hell I’m not.” She lifted her ass off the bed of the truck, pressing against his hand. “Fuck me now, damnit.”

  He speared her pussy with his fingers, diving deep inside her, guided by moist heat. She cried out, spreading her legs and lifting herself up to meet his plunge. She was tight, almost too tight for him, and he wondered when this woman who called herself slut had last been fucked.

  He could see her hands, tied together at the wrist, underneath her as she lifted her ass to him. He slipped his fingers from her pussy, and watched fresh cum soak her shaven lips.

  Cum dripped to her asshole, and he traced the trail with his finger, and then slid easily inside her. Muscles puckered around his fingers, threatening to suffocate him with burning fire. The heat from her rushed up his arm.

  “When were you last fucked?” Both of her holes were so damned tight. He would have to work them a lot before he fucked her. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  “I…uhh…I’m not sure.”

  He slid his finger in and out of her ass, her cum making the ride easy. She bucked against his attention, and cried out. He couldn’t wait to make her cry out when he drove his cock into her.

  “Think, little bitch. I want to know how long it has been. These are not the holes of a slut. You are way too tight.”

 
He stole his attention from her beautiful cum-soaked pussy and ass and met her gaze. She half smiled at him, and he knew she appreciated his comment.

  “It’s been maybe a month. I don’t know.” She closed her eyes as he slid deep inside her ass, and then pulled out to circle the cum-soaked, tight little hole with his finger. “But I would like to say that I got fucked tonight. Please. Rock.”

  He would give in to her pleas if he kept this madness going. He reached for her, longing to enjoy her pussy more, but knowing he only possessed so much strength to control the beast within him, and tonight she wasn’t yet ready.

  Rock lifted her into his arms, cradling her, absorbing her heat, and her scent. His own desire filled the air with its rich smell too, and he marked her body as best he could with the promise of a commitment.

  She lay against him, her bound hands making her helpless in his arms to do more than cuddle against him, and he treasured her compliance, her relaxed body, her willing submissiveness. His little bitch might just train better than he had thought.

  Chapter Nine

  Simone followed Jere into the country home the following morning. Jere’s new preschool was especially for young werewolves. Her daughter would get one on one attention for the first few days, then be allowed to mingle with the other children for short periods after that. This helped keep the young cubs from fighting.

  Simone waited until Jere seemed somewhat content playing with the toys before leaving. She had three hours to look for work. And that was her allotted time every morning until she found a job. Jere would be in preschool in the morning, and Simone would spend that time hitting the pavement, looking for a job.

  She parked the pale blue Suburban Johann had let her borrow outside the local grocery store, and decided to start by getting a newspaper.

  “I didn’t know you worked here.” Simone smiled at her old friend, Gertrude Rousseau, when she walked up to pay for the newspaper.

  “Just one of the jobs I have.” Gertrude leaned on a stool behind the checkout counter. “So why did you run out of Howley’s the other night?”

  Simone dropped the newspaper on the counter and Gertrude rang it up.

  “I’m tired of being called a slut, Gerty.”

  “Well, do you think running with Rock Toubec is going to improve your reputation?”

  Simone handed Gerty the change for the paper, and took her time answering.

  “I don’t know a lot about him…yet.” She looked up and met her friend’s concerned gaze. “But Gerty, there is something about him. He isn’t like any other man I’ve been with before.”

  Gerty glanced around the store. It was mid-morning, so Simone guessed that was why the place was free of shoppers.

  “He is Cariboo lunewulf,” she whispered.

  “So…” Simone decided she didn’t like labels. “And I’m a slut. But I tell you what, I haven’t had sex in ages. Guess I’m a pretty lousy slut.”

  “Simone.” Gertrude rolled her eyes. “Rock Toubec is dangerous. The pack is scared of him.”

  “And you believe pack gossip?”

  Gertrude smiled. “Almost never.”

  Simone picked up her newspaper, and glanced as two old human women entered the grocery store. The automatic doors slid open, and then closed silently behind them. She watched two police cars hurry down the main street, and then turned her attention back to Gertrude.

  “I’m not going to base my opinion of him on pack gossip.”

  Gertrude shrugged. “Well then, don’t run every time someone spits old gossip about you in your face.”

  Her friend was right. If she wanted to overcome the gossip from the pack, she needed to stand up to it.

  “I’ll keep that in mind.” She held up the newspaper. “Wish me luck finding a job.”

  Simone’s heart skipped a beat, and a lump in her throat made it hard to swallow when she approached the Suburban and saw Rock leaning against the front of it. She glanced back toward the large windows of the grocery store, but Gertrude had moved away from her checkout stand. Her friend wouldn’t have noticed him standing there.

  Rock spoke on his cell phone, and looked her way as she approached. Deep blue eyes speared through her, and her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t a hot day, but a rush of warmth traveled through her. This man displayed more carnal sex appeal than any werewolf she had ever laid eyes on.

  He closed his cell phone, and clasped it to his belt, never taking his eyes off of her. His expression remained unreadable, with high cheekbones, and his close shaven beard bordering lips that could damage her piece of mind.

  Rock wore a T-shirt, which stretched over bulging chest muscles, and didn’t cover thick biceps and when he stuck his thumbs in his jeans’ pockets and she lowered her gaze to watch the movement. His T-shirt tucked in to snug-fitting jeans, showing off tight abs. Long legs rippled with muscle that the denim couldn’t hide. He wore well-worn cowboy boots, and had one boot crossed over the other.

  A dangerous werewolf. Raw, untamed masculinity. That was the only way to describe his scent. She stopped in front of him, moist heat saturating her pussy just from being in his presence.

  “How did you know it was me driving the Suburban?”

  He cocked his head, and took his time letting his gaze travel down, and then back up her body. Her heart began a primitive, slow pounding as she waited out his inspection.

  “I didn’t. But whoever was driving it would know where you were.” He pulled his thumbs from his pockets and crossed his arms over his chest.

  Too many muscles bulged in front of her, and her legs grew weak while heat rushed through her, settling in her pussy.

  He took in her mini-dress, one of the more modest ones she owned, and her ribbed wool stockings, then her flat-heeled boots.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  It took her a second to hear his question. His presence in front of her invaded her senses. Thinking became a chore she didn’t want to endure. More than anything, all she wanted was for him to touch her. She wanted to run her hands over those rippling muscles, feel his strength and unleashed power. Standing in front of Rock could turn her into a blubbering idiot.

  “Looking for a job,” she managed to say.

  Rock didn’t comment, but instead reached for her. He was like water to a parched soul. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, and his mouth claimed hers before she had a chance to catch her breath.

  His tongue attacked her mouth, spearing her with fire that burned with so much intensity she could hardly react. She knew desire, understood lust, but the cravings this man showed her shadowed anything she had experienced before. He dominated, demanded, conquered without resistance. Such raw, aggressive lust was almost too much for her.

  His arms snaked around her, slamming her against him and knocking the wind out of her. He held her to him so tightly, breathing almost wasn’t an option. Her feet left the ground as he pulled her closer.

  She sucked in air when his mouth left hers, but all she did was fill her lungs with the raw, tangy scent that was Rock Toubec. Her skin tingled and her bones popped as lust consumed her and her body craved to change. How wonderful it would be if she could let her beast take over and enjoy such a raw emotion in its purest form.

  “I think that ought to do it.” Rock straightened, but continued to hold her, looking down at her with turquoise eyes that burned with the same heat she felt in her pussy.

  “Ought to do what?” She couldn’t focus with fire pulsing in her pussy, her body one solid nerve ending, not to mention his throbbing cock pressing against her belly.

  “I need to make sure the other wolves keep their paws off of you.” His phone rang, and he looked away from her to answer it.

  He needed to make sure of what? She watched the breeze move the curls on his head. Rock focused on his phone call, and not her. His words sounded again in her head.

  He had kissed her, turned her insides into molten lava, put her on the verge of exploding right there
in the middle of downtown, to make a statement? She glanced around her, noticing the parked cars but not recognizing any of them. A couple of bitches, a bit older than her, probably mated, walked toward them. Each one of them glanced at her, and then at Rock, but continued with their idle chatter and walked by. A car or two passed them. But no one slowed down or made eye contact with her or Rock.

  Who was he trying to make a statement to?

  And furthermore, did he think her incapable of telling a wolf no?

  It dawned on her that Rock must not think any different of her than the rest of the pack. But if he figured she was a slut, why hadn’t he fucked her yet?

  None of his damned actions made any sense, and she was getting sick of it. She wanted him to spell out what he thought, and why he did what he did, or didn’t do. Simone almost laughed out loud. She was expecting this out of a man?

  Rock hung up his phone and turned his attention to her. She almost forgot her growing frustration when those turquoise eyes met hers. Unbridled passion gripped her and she couldn’t look away. She didn’t need to worry about smelling his emotions; she could see them. Anguish spread across his face. His eyes burned with a need that matched the painful craving within her. His mouth pursed into a scowl of control that could only be a result of suppressed desire.

  You are making this so much harder than it needs to be.

  Maybe he was more affected by the talk of the pack than he admitted. That thought hadn’t crossed her mind until now. After all, he was a substantial landowner and successful businessman in the community—a community who viewed Cariboo lunewulf as a bit too rough around the collar.

  “You can look for a job later.” Rock’s comment took her by surprise. “Right now you are going home.”

  “Why am I going home?” She stared at him. The werewolf made no sense. “If you think I can’t handle myself out in public without you having to put a mark on me…”

  She needed to set this man straight. He thought her incapable of turning a man down. He had asked her not to see any other werewolves, but apparently her word meant little to him.