Free Wicked by Lorie O'Clare

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.
    “ Cariboo s 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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