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  “And that’s why you run, never staying in a pack that long, refusing to let anyone get close to you.” He walked back to her with the same smooth agility, carrying a blanket bundled in his arms.

  “I enjoy freedom.”

  “You’re free with me. Had I not maintained watch, the pack would have hauled you home.” He spread out the blanket, producing her clothes and his.

  “Don’t think I don’t know what you were going to do a few minutes ago.” She crossed her arms. No way would he get a thank-you out of her with that feeble comment. He wanted her to think she couldn’t make it without him.

  “What was I going to do?” He sat down, then leaned back and squinted up at her.

  Too many muscles and one hell of an impressive-looking cock made it hard to focus on her argument.

  “You were going to fuck me.”

  His cock stretched over his abdomen. “I still am.”

  She blinked, forcing herself to look away, stare at unappealing rocks. It didn’t stop the quickly building pressure inside her, the urge to climb over him, impale herself with that magnificent cock. God. Even when he wasn’t bullying her, he still had the power to control her body. And not just her body. Her mind. She wanted him. With every breath, she wanted him inside her, with her. Such raw power, his calm, controlled manner, his protective strength. There would be freedom with him. No one would ever try to run her life again.

  “But in our fur…” Her thoughts were running together, pros and cons about being with him, running at his side, having him for a mate, were all overlapping.

  “We would have mated,” he finished for her.

  She met his gaze. His expression was intent, blue eyes devouring her. She sank into them, feeling like she was falling, rushing toward him. That’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted her as a mate!

  Oh shit!

  Her mouth went dry, every bit of her suddenly shaking like a leaf. The thought was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

  “Mating is for a hell of a long time,” she whispered.

  “For life,” he said, with such calm confidence that he made it sound almost appealing.

  She licked her lips, her heart suddenly racing hard enough to bring on the change. His dominating manner appealed to her. Damn it. What was wrong with her? He held out his hand, reaching for her, not moving, not taking his gaze from hers.

  “Come here,” he whispered, a rough, raw sound.

  “I don’t think so.” This new sensation rippling through her needed time.

  He moved faster than she anticipated. Grabbing her, his giant hand wrapped around hers, his touch rough against her skin. He tugged hard and she lost her balance. She fell onto him and he caught her, wrapping his arms around her. Muscle encased her and pure satisfaction oozed from his pores.

  Dear Lord. Aggression like this had never turned her on so much. The way he took over, demanded that she be with him, made every inch of her tingle with raw energy.

  “You need some serious housetraining,” she whispered.

  The smile that appeared on his face should terrify her. “I’m already housebroken.”

  “That’s a scary thought,” she muttered.

  Muscle closed in around her as he rolled over, taking her with him until he was on top of her, crushing her against hard flat rock. Discomfort was the last thing on her mind.

  His hands clawed through her hair, pinning her head so that she could only stare into his eyes. Holding himself off her by maybe a mere inch, he bit at her lower lip.

  “You are not going to own me,” she whispered, the quick pinch he gave her with his teeth shooting like currents straight through her body to her cunt.

  Thick, powerful legs spread hers apart. His cock poked hard and demandingly against her heat, teasing the shit out of her since she couldn’t move to do anything about it with him pinning her down like this.

  “You don’t think you’re worthy of me?” His cockiness had a strong dominating scent to it.

  She touched her lip with her tongue where he’d bitten her. Those lust-filled blue eyes of his lowered to watch the action. His blond curls fell around his face—such a fucking roguish look. God, he turned her on.

  “You don’t even have a den.” What the hell was she thinking? She grasped at straws, and the crooked smile that crossed his face showed he saw that immediately.

  “Pick any den you want, and it’s yours.”

  Again he moved faster than she anticipated. He had her mind in such a frenzy, scraping for arguments, determined to show him that mating would make them both crazy. He scooped her off the ground, moving to his knees and bringing her up with him. With a quick solid movement he impaled her with his cock. The damn thing split her in two.

  Her nails dug into his flesh, scraping over hard muscle while she threw her head back and screamed. He had her straddling him, holding on to her ass and lifting her then forcing her down on him. Every movement he controlled. It was all she could do to hold on while he sent an orgasm tearing through her too hard for her to breathe.

  Her come dripped down her inner thighs, soaking both of them, filling the air around them with the thick, heady smell of sex. It intoxicated her, brought out the wild craving she so often held back. He wasn’t the only one who could be an animal in human form.

  “Come on, wolf man,” she hissed through clamped teeth that threatened to grow and puncture her lips. “Prove you’re worthy.”

  “You little bitch,” he snarled, his grin turning very dangerous.

  God. Could she handle all he dished out? She sure wanted to give it a try.

  Tossing her off him and then grabbing her again before she could manage to get to her hands and knees, he flipped her over onto all fours. Before she managed to move, he’d grabbed her hair, holding on to it like the leash she knew he’d love to put on her.

  And then he was inside her again, fucking her doggy-style. And damn, could his cock stroke her insides better than anything she’d ever had in her life. More than that, he pushed her beyond her breaking point, building pressure in her so fast and then making her explode before she could catch her breath.

  He forced her back to arch, pulling her hair so that her head stung. His primal actions had fire rushing through her. Molten heat burned her alive. And damn, if she didn’t love every minute of it.

  His hand on her ass was rough, kneading her soft flesh. Thick fingers teased her tight hole, spreading her cream over the incredibly sensitive skin. He impaled her ass with one finger, sending all nerve endings in her puckered flesh into a heated frenzy.

  She bucked at the new sensation.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck your ass.” His deep baritone gave her chills.

  “Beg me to give it to you,” she hissed through her teeth.

  His aggression made her want more. And when he slowed his movements, letting go of her hair, her head fell forward, too much blood rushing to her brain making her dizzy.

  “Perry,” she whispered, her thoughts so fogged that words escaped her.

  “What do you want, my little bitch?”

  His cock moved so slowly in and out of her, his thick heat caressing her inner muscles. He moved his fingers expertly against her ass. And she knew he prepared her so that he could take her there. A flushed heat soared through her, anticipation making her high. She wanted it. Wanted all of him. Wanted to claim his cock in every way.

  That revelation gave her clarity. No other werewolf had ever come close to giving her what Perry could give her. And not just physically. He challenged her mind. Made her feel more alive than she ever had before.

  “Ask me if I will have you.” She stretched to look over her shoulder.

  She wanted to see his face, see his reaction to her, demanding that he humble himself enough to ask her to be his mate. Making demands was part of his nature. And something she doubted would ever change about him. But if he thought he’d train her to be some little submissive bitch who’d jump at his every bark, he could think again. She didn
’t belly up to any werewolf.

  The way his expression hardened she wondered if she’d pushed him too far. He pulled his soaked cock out of her slowly, leaving her empty. Everything around them seemed to still, as if even the birds in the distant trees waited to hear what he would say.

  Moving his cock to her soaked ass, he pressed against her. A steaming pressure surged through her, anticipation of him taking her there making her entire body shake with need. Taking control of the situation at this moment was damned near impossible to do.

  But fuck. The Cariboo needed training.

  Showing that lunewulf could move just as quickly as he’d moved on her, she collapsed underneath him, rolling over before he could slide into her again. Every inch of her tingled with need. He’d turned her into one huge throbbing nerve ending. She panted when she stared up into his rugged expression.

  “Well, wolf man?” she asked, her heart pounding so hard the blood rushing through her made her muscles burn to grow. “Are you strong enough to submit?”

  His fingers glided up the back of her thighs, chills rushing over her skin. Slowly he raised her legs until he had her ankles resting on his shoulders. When he leaned into her, she swore he’d grown a foot, looking like a giant moving in for the kill. His face reddened, making his blond curls stand out more. Heat rushed through his body that burned her wherever they touched.

  His cock pushed against her ass, slowly stretching the sensitive flesh. Fire ignited between them. One quick thrust, and he glided into her soaked ass with his thick cock.

  She clawed at him, struggling to make words come out when all she wanted to do was scream. The intensity of the act, filling her tight hole and moving deeper inside her, burned her alive from the inside out.

  “Do it!” She couldn’t say any more.

  Perry had never experienced emotions like this before. Not like what Jaynie had just done to him.

  A growl tore through him, her demand pushing him harder than any physical aggression any werewolf had ever inflicted on him in the past.

  He knew more than anything at that moment that he’d found his soul mate. Jaynie was meant to be his. Her tight ass stole his breath. So many little muscles vibrated against his cock while he took her in the most intimate way a werewolf could take another.

  Clenching his teeth, he struggled to make his mind work. Giving her what she wanted, what she demanded of him, took more strength than fighting not to lose himself before he could fuck her thoroughly.

  He focused on building the momentum. Heat suffocated him. Her ass gripped him so hard he knew she would take his dick, claim it for her own, without him saying a word.

  But this brave little lunewulf demanded more of him than any werewolf had ever dared do. Without raising her claws, she’d pushed him to the edge. His heart exploded when he realized how much that turned him on.

  More than turned him on. It made her the perfect female for him.

  Gliding into her heat, impaling her tight little ass, her soft flesh, soaked with her come, padded against his balls with each thrust. The smell of her lust, of her passion, of her need to hear that he wanted her enough to beg her to be his, was a mixture of the sweetest scents he’d ever inhaled.

  Her long blonde hair fanned down her front, parting over her full breasts. Her tummy was hard, moving up and down quickly as she panted underneath him. And her thin legs, muscular and perfect, were soft against his neck.

  Every inch of her, inside and out, filled him with emotions that burned him alive. More than the heat of her ass, more than the physical beauty that he stared down at through blurred vision, the entire package put him over the edge. Living without her would no longer be an option.

  His cock swelled, every ounce of blood in his body draining through him. He couldn’t take the heat any longer.

  Exploding like he never had before, his head fell back, oxygen leaving his brain while he stared blindly at the sky and howled hard enough to burn his throat.

  Muscles convulsed throughout him while he flooded her ass with his come, releasing all the heat that had built up inside him.

  His arms wouldn’t hold him. They were too shaky. Her small hands came up, her fingers gripping his arms, and she pulled him to her.

  “Jaynie.” His voice was too scratchy. “I love you.”

  Even though the fog that covered his brain made it impossible to focus, he didn’t miss the look of surprise that swept over her face. Then the twitch of her lips, and the rich smell of happiness that filled the air.

  “Damn,” she whispered. “And all I wanted you to do was beg.”

  He frowned, managing to hold himself off her in spite of his muscles still quivering throughout his body.

  “Cariboos don’t beg,” he told her.

  Then she did smile, a full-fledged grin. “Maybe. But I think you’re trainable.”

  “We’ll see about that.” He smelled her contentment. But, damn, what he wouldn’t do to hear it.

  “Yes. We will.” She ran her tongue over her lips then nibbled at them, looking timid for the first time since he’d met her. “Perry?”

  “Yes?”

  “I love you too.”

  About the Author

  All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seem to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.

  The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.

  Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.

  The author welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and e-mail address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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  Also by Lorie O’Clare

  Cariboo Lunewulf 1: Taming Heather

  Cariboo Lunewulf 2: Pursuit

  Cariboo Lunewulf 3: Challenged

  Dead World

  Fallen Gods 1: Tainted Purity

  Fallen Gods 2: Jaded Prey

  Fallen Gods 3: Lotus Blooming

  Fallen Gods 4: Embracing Temptation

  Issue of Trust

  Leopard Visions 1: Vision Captured

  Leopard Visions 2: Vision Fulfilled

  Leopard Visions 3: Vision Controller

  Leopard Visions 4: Vision Lust

  Leopard Visions 5: Vision Revealed

  Lunewulf 1: Lunewulf Law

  Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood

  Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams

  Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature

  Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul

  Lunewulf: Full Moon Rising

  Penance

  Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders

  Sex Slaves 2: Waiting for Yesterday

  Sex Slaves 3: Waiting for Dawn

  Shara’s Challenge

  Sure Thing

  Taking it All

  The First Time

  Things that Go Bump in the Night IV anthology

  Torrid Love 1:

  Torrid Love 2: Caught

  Torrid Love 3: After Dusk

  Werewolves of Malta 1: Elements Unbound

  Werewolves of Malta 2: Living Extinct

  Werewolves of Malta 3: Far from Innocent

  Werewolves of Malta 4: Forbidden Attraction

  Werewolves of Malta 5: For Life

  Werewolves of Malta 6: ’Til Death

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