Free Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] by Lorie O'Clare

of her beer, suddenly very thirsty. Thoughts of how he’d pulled her away from her friends earlier came to mind. Marc took what he wanted, that much was clear. She had a feeling she would find out soon enough what a night with him would be like. The thought made the room way too warm.
    “You might be right.”
    “I know I am.”
    “Well then, maybe I should just go an hour with him at first.”
    Simone simply stared at her for a minute, and then broke out laughing, a deep, almost husky sound. “You’re okay, girl,” she said, giving Heather a slap on the back. “But I doubt he’d let you go after just an hour.”
    “Damn.” Heather looked toward the sliding glass door again, the men’s voices loud and boisterous outside.
    Without warning, the glass door slid open quickly, the rich smell of barbeque filling the room as the men paraded in.
    “Care to share in our kill?” Stone asked her, his teeth longer than they should be as he ripped part of a steak off in his mouth and chewed greedily while grinning at her.
    They ended up outside, eating steak which most of them simply held in their hands, chewing at greedily. She was grateful when Marc found a plate and fork and steak knife for her, and gave her a not quite so rare piece.
    Hardly any meat was left by the time they’d finished—an entire deer had been successfully eaten. And Heather had to admit, the steaks and beer hit the spot. She watched with a bit of caution when Gabe and Stone went at it in the backyard, or rather untamed land outside the cabin. The surroundings fit the McAllister men perfectly.
    She jumped when Rock leapt at the two men, and threw Stone halfway across the open area, before thick trees started.
    “Don’t let him bully you, Stone,” Simone cheered them on.
    Stone came back at them, his clothes ripping when his body began changing. Heather realized she’d taken a step backwards and into Marc’s arms when the men changed, and suddenly three very large and dangerous werewolves growled at each other in the night.
    “They’re just having a bit of fun,” Marc whispered, his hands snaking around her waist while he nipped at her neck.
    The smell of beer on his breath and the way his hands came dangerously close to her breasts, reminded her of the words Simone said earlier. The night air no longer seemed as chilly.
    Her mouth went dry though when Simone ripped off her shirt, displaying two very large and perfectly shaped breasts. She turned and grinned a toothy grin at them.
    “You going to run with us, Marc? Or stay here and fuck her?” Her voice garbled as she spoke, her body slowly changing as she stripped off her skirt and stockings.
    Heather realized at that moment that this was the life of a werewolf. At night they ran under the stars, enjoying the freedom of freeing the beast within them. She could only imagine if she encouraged Marc to stay with her, all that pent-up energy might be used on her. Thoughts of how rough he might be fucking her made her body boil with need. But she wouldn’t deprive him of being who he was.
    “Go run with them,” she whispered, turning her head so she could look up at him. “I’ll wait for you here.”
    His blue eyes glowed with silver. Marc was so huge, so muscular and hard. His cock sprang to life while he looked down at her. It pressed against her backside, a promise of what she could have later. He slipped his hand inside the back of her leggings, his skin rough and hot as he cupped her bare ass.
    “Yes. You will wait for me. Your education has barely started.” He turned her around, his hand sliding from her ass to her front and he cupped her shaved pussy. “Fucking shit, woman,” he growled, and then nipped at her lip when he pulled her to him.
    His cock was rock-hard, eager and determined and she about came on his hand when he thrust a finger deep inside her.
    As quickly as he’d grabbed her, he pushed her to arm’s length and let go of her. His expression bordered on dangerous