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  Lunewulf Law

  ISBN # 9781419910869

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  Lunewulf Law Copyright© 2007 Lorie O’Clare

  Edited by Mary Altman.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Electronic book Publication: April 2007

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  Lunewulf Law

  Lorie O’Clare

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  Chapter One

  Sophie jumped out of the car the second Gertrude put it in park. “It’s a perfect day. I swear I can smell the leaves changing.”

  “I smell males.” Gertrude got out on her side, grinning from ear to ear as she inhaled deeply.

  “You’re such a whore.” Elsa climbed out of the backseat. She pulled her long hair off her back and stretched.

  “No, my dear youngest littermate. I’m not a whore,” Gertrude corrected her.

  “That’s right,” Sophie added. “We’re sluts. Whores make you pay for it—we just beg for it.”

  She and Gertrude broke out in a fit of giggles. Elsa rolled her eyes. “It’s hard to believe we’re whelped from the same sire and bitch,” she said, curling her lip and growling at the two of them.

  “Elsa,” Sophie said, brushing up against her youngest littermate and wrapping her arm over her shoulder. “You can’t tell me that at least some of these males don’t get you hot.”

  She gestured at the field in front of them, which quickly filled with most of their pack members. Thursday night was her favorite night of the week. The entire pack, or at least most of them, congregated in the back hills of their property for a midnight run once a week. As she looked around, holding Elsa close to her side, uncontrollable energy made her heart pound harder.

  “We’ve known everyone here most of our lives. I don’t understand why any of them would turn you on.” Elsa pushed away from Sophie. “I’m going to go find Johann. At least I know I’m safe with him.”

  “Let her go,” Gertrude said, shaking her head. “I’m afraid our little littermate craves new adventures. Maybe if she sniffs around a bit, she’ll find someone who appeals to her.”

  “Sounds like a plan to me.” Sophie watched Elsa leave. “But Elsa won’t find anyone with Johann. He’ll keep her on a tighter leash than Grandmother would.”

  “Not our problem. I know where you’ll be sniffing.” Gertrude suddenly sounded like the older littermate, her eyebrows rising with her all-knowing look. “It’s no secret you ache to go belly up for Nik Alexander.”

  “So what if I do? It’s not like I’m a cub anymore.”

  “Just don’t let Grandmother catch you rolling around in your fur. She’ll put a choke collar on you.”

  “Like hell she will.”

  Gertrude pointed over Sophie’s shoulder. “Speaking of the old bitch, here she comes now.”

  Sophie looked in the direction Gertrude pointed and made a face at the approaching Suburban. “Time to get lost,” she muttered.

  “You know if we don’t run together she won’t let us attend these anymore.”

  “Then we’ll run together. There’s nothing wrong with mingling first though,” Sophie said, waving at her littermate and then trotting across the field, quickly out of smelling distance from her grandmother.

  Cars and trucks were parked in rows just off the end of the old gravel road that lined the edge of Grandmother Rousseau’s land. Over a hundred acres spread out before her, gorgeous countryside that had been in her den now for several generations. Their pack was blessed. She’d heard it all of her life. They would run in their fur tonight, free from any care or worries of humans interfering. Everything around her, as far as she could see, was werewolf land.

  “And where do you think you’re going, little bitch?” Nik grabbed her hair, stopping her in her tracks, and tortured the side of her neck as he whispered against her flesh.

  “Just checking out the scenery.” She sucked in a breath, inhaling Nik’s rich scent deep into her lungs.

  His grip on her hair stung at the base of her neck. The slight pain created sparks of desire inside her—eager lust she was sure he’d be able to smell.

  “Oh really,” he growled. “And without an escort?”

  She grinned, turning her head as best she could with his hand gripping her hair. “Over half the pack is around me, wolf man. I think I have plenty of escorts.”

  “You have all the escort you need now. You’ll do well to remember that.”

  “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She loved how his eyes turned bright blue when he stared down at her.

  “No respectable single bitch runs without an escort.”

  “And I would be respected running with you?”

  He growled, yanking harder on her hair so that she arched her back, feeling her breasts stretch against her sweater. Her nipples hardened, and more than anything she wished he would touch them, rub his fingers over them and soothe the growing itch that created pressure deep inside her.

  But already she was sure more than a handful of concerned werewolves watched the two of them, keeping an eye on the Rousseau bitch, granddaughter of their pack leader.

  “Run with another werewolf and he dies,” Nik promised her.

  Sophie smiled, praying she looked coy. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  He let go of her hair, turning around and brushing his fingers down her neck. “Is there another lunewulf you would howl after?”

  He really did wonder if there was. She saw it when his jaw hardened and his mouth formed a thin line. Ever since high school, she managed her schedule so that she saw Nik as much as possible. He worked in town doing construction and she and her littermates didn’t go into Prince George that often. Grandmother didn’t like being around humans. But Sophie got as involved with the pack as she could, which Grandmother approved of, and it allowed her to see Nik several times a week at least.

  “If I see one, I’ll let you know,” she teased.

  Nik growled and wrapped his fingers around her neck, squeezing slightly. He didn’t find the humor in her words. Then, grabbing her shoulders, he turned her so that h
er backside pressed against his front. She stifled her gasp when his hard cock pressed against her lower back. The rich smell of lust swarmed around them.

  “Look around you,” he whispered next to her face. “Most of the pack is here now. Tell me what male appeals to you.”

  She made a show of looking around the field where a lot of the pack mingled, talking and laughing and getting wound up for the run. Mated couples formed circles, discussing their dens. The unmated males took potshots at each other, showing off for the unmated females who grouped together in a circle nearby. Sophie heard their laughter, watched while some of the bitches whispered to each other. The chilly night air brought the fresh smell of evergreen down from the mountains. She also smelled the testosterone flying while the males fought and energy mounted. It would be a good, hard run tonight, and afterward, many would get laid.

  Would she be one of them?

  “I have so many to choose from.” There were at least twice as many males her age as there were single bitches. Although the only one she wanted stood right behind her.

  “Is that what you want, little bitch?” he asked, his mouth close enough that after he asked her, he nipped at her ear. “Do you want lunewulfs at your beck and call? A different one to fuck every day?”

  “Where would you be in that line?” she asked, turning her head and looking into eyes that were now laced with silver.

  “I would control that line.” His determined expression stole her breath.

  She couldn’t stop her smile. Forcing him to let go of her, she turned and his arms wrapped around her. She grabbed his shoulders, leaning against him and then biting his lower lip. The way he growled his approval made her insides boil.

  “That’s all I want,” she confessed, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest.

  If it beat any harder, her bones would ache to stretch. Already blood flowed through her fast enough to bring on the change, transform her into the beautiful creature who would control the night.

  “What do you want?” he demanded.

  “You,” she answered quickly, forgetting that she meant to be coy, to tease him and make him wonder.

  Nik straightened, looking down at her with an incredibly satisfied and dominating expression.

  “You’ll have me, sweet bitch. That’s a promise.”

  She opened her mouth to say something, to tease Nik further, when a car horn honked and she almost jumped out of her skin. Nik pressed her to him, tightening his grip with his arms around her waist. They turned toward the car that honked, as did the rest of the pack. It was time for the run to start.

  “I better head over to where my littermates are.” She hated pulling away from him. “It sucks being herded with all of the single bitches.”

  “Tell me you don’t enjoy all the males drooling over you.” He squeezed her ass and then ran his fingers up her spine and tangled them in her hair. “The group of bitches gets all the attention on a run. You love that, little bitch. Don’t you?”

  “What female wouldn’t love all the attention?” She smiled up at him but then reluctantly put a few inches distance between them when the pack began congregating.

  “Just remember who is watching you.” Blond hair fell straight around his face and one lock brushed over his forehead.

  “I thought all the males would be watching me,” she teased, pulling away from him when he looked like me might bite.

  “I’ll be watching you.” The look in his intense gaze sealed that promise.

  She wanted to say something fresh, something to keep his attention—like she would be sure to put on a show for him. Or maybe she should say, “make sure you don’t sniff out anyone else.” But when she stared into his blue eyes and watched as silver laced them and his teeth grew and pressed against his lips, there was no doubt in her mind that this wasn’t a game.

  “Good,” she whispered.

  “Hurry over and join the bitches.” He swatted her rear end. “And undress where I can see you.”

  Suddenly there was a lump in her throat. She nodded, feeling stupid that words had escaped her, and trotted toward her littermates before he smelled her sudden uneasiness.

  “That looked like more than casual flirting.” Gertrude grabbed her arm and dragged her toward a clump of evergreens. “What were you two talking about?”

  There were times when her oldest littermate was a real pain in the ass. But Sophie knew that Gertrude had her tail when things got rough. At the moment though, she wasn’t sure what to say.

  She blurted out the main thing on her mind. “He told me he would be watching me.”

  “Who’s watching you?” Simone, her cousin, came up behind them and sniffed Sophie’s shoulder. “Someone smells like she might get some tonight.”

  Her laughter made Sophie blush and she was grateful they were still in their human forms and it was dark. She let her hair fall over her shoulder while bending over to undo her boots.

  “If anyone gets any tonight, I’m sure it would be you,” she retorted.

  Simone plopped down on the ground and slid her boots off then leaned back to undo her jeans. “Who are you—”

  “Shush, Simone.” Gertrude kicked her shoes off then put them next to each other by the tree. “Come on, Sophie. His paws were all over you. And I know you. You don’t let just any lunewulf grope you like that.”

  “Who all saw us?” Sophie glanced around them, feeling her insides begin to boil as the change rumbled to life.

  Most of the single bitches surrounded them. The mated couples created a line where they chatted amiably while undressing. On the other side of them were the males. They would run in this order. The older pack members and those with mates ran in between the single males and females. In their fur, the most basic of instincts prevailed. Once, packs didn’t allow single females to enjoy pack runs. Grandmother Rousseau ran a conservative pack. But at least she walked far enough into the twentieth century to allow females this much freedom. Sophie doubted the old bitch would ever realize they were in the twenty-first century now.

  “I could smell the lust on you two all the way over here.” Gertrude made a face although she really didn’t look repulsed. “Is he going to fuck you?”

  “Shit. Now you sound like Simone.” Sophie rolled her eyes, all too aware of the excitement that tingled inside her. “But I tell you, I sure as hell wouldn’t say no.”

  “Damn. I miss everything. Who the fuck are you talking about?” Simone stood up, barefoot, with her jeans undone and her hands on her hips. “Don’t make me prance over to those males and sniff around until I find your scent.”

  “God. You’d do that too, wouldn’t you?” Sophie fought the urge to laugh and wring her cousin’s neck at the same time.

  “If you weren’t so busy trying to get your own piece of tail, you would have seen the obvious.” Gertrude stuck up for her. “At least Sophie isn’t running with every single male out there.”

  “I want to make sure I find the best one,” Simone said, smacking her lips and stretching to see past the mated couples where the single males were making enough noise to wake the dead. “Which one are you going to fuck?”

  “I think it might be more than just fucking him,” Sophie confessed quietly and both bitches turned on her with serious gazes. She stood slowly and then pulled her sweater over her head. The chill in the air did nothing to cool the fire burning inside her. “And I’m talking about Nik Alexander. You keep your claws away from him.”

  “Well, well,” Simone said, raising her plucked eyebrow. “You’ve got good taste.”

  Sophie bit her lip so she wouldn’t ask Simone what she knew about Nik. It was no secret that her cousin ran a bit too loose in the meadows late at night with the single males. She couldn’t fathom the idea of her fucking Nik. It left a foul taste in her mouth.

  Gertrude wrinkled her nose. “God, Simone. Tell her that you haven’t fucked Nik before she stinks up the air with jealousy.”

  Sophie smacked her littermate, hoping s
he looked like she didn’t care what he’d done in the past.

  “I haven’t fucked him. Chill out.” Simone slid out of her jeans and underwear then popped the clasp free on her bra. She stretched before them, naked, and raised her arms in the air. “Good luck with your male,” she said, and then let the change consume her.

  Sophie looked over toward the single males. It was dark. Most of the pack seemed to be between her and where Nik would be. She hurried and undressed, tossing her clothes in a pile by Gertrude’s and then exhaled, giving in to the hard thumping of her heart.

  The blackness of the night faded. Dark shadows around her turned to shades of gray as her eyes changed. The smells of the night became more distinct—the grass and dirt underneath her feet, the ripe sweetness of the evergreens and the excited, eager smells of her pack members all flooded her senses.

  Autumn was right around the corner, and in British Columbia that meant that the nights already had a fresh bite to them. She shivered, suddenly aware of how cold it was. But the chill simply made her feel more alive.

  Will you fuck me soon, wolf man?

  Her last thought in her human form became her primary focus as her mind shifted. Chills covered her skin, prickling her flesh. Her beautiful white coat poked through her skin, spreading over her and offering warmth. She stretched, feeling her flesh harden as she grew stronger. Bones and muscles contorted and popped, changing form and making her feel more alive. Within moments her spine had altered, no longer shaped to hold her on her hind legs.

  Sophie fell forward, landing on all fours, and sniffed the air. Lust is heavy in the air tonight. And she knew the musky aroma came from her.

  Gertrude turned toward her, nipping her cheek while she yelped with excitement. Simone barked at the two of them and then leaped forward, breaking into a run.

  The pack needed no announcement to take off. Sophie tore her claws into the ground, racing across the meadow with her littermate and cousin on either side of her. The earth trembled underneath her paws as lunewulfs ran at full speed around her. The most dangerous predator around, intelligence mixed with deadly skills—tonight the world belonged to them. Sophie had never felt more alive.