Free Call of the Wilds by Gale Stanley

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    “Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
    She stiffened and whimpered, partly in fear, but mostly in frustration.
    “Relax, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you.” He played at the edge of her damp triangle, running his fingers through her curls until her breath grew ragged and the raw ache between her thighs made her writhe against him.
    God, he made her feel so alive. She needed more. She gave him free rein over her pleasure and relaxed her legs to give him access. Gently, he fondled her sex and explored her slick folds. Shameless, she ground her pussy against his hand.
    His breathing grew heavier as he stroked her. “You’re so wet,” he growled in her ear. “So damn responsive.”
      Pleasure and need coursed through her. She gasped when he slipped one finger inside her, then a second. His other hand applied pressure to her lower abdomen, anchoring her, and she rocked against his fingers. Heat radiated outward from her core. Her inner muscles quivered around his fingers.
    “I want you. I wish it was my cock buried inside you.”
    She heard him through the roaring in her ears and could only moan in response.
    “Would you like that? To feel me buried inside you?” His thrusts became harder and deeper. With his other hand, he rubbed circles around her swollen nub and drew little whimpers from her throat.
    “ Yes .” Her voice was hoarse. His words sent her reeling. She hung on the edge of a precipice, and just the slightest nudge would send her over. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand it one second more, he curved his fingers and pressed a spot inside her that took her breath away. Guttural sounds came from the back of her throat. When his calloused thumb settled on her clit, the heavenly sensation hit her hard, and she shattered in his arms, screaming his name over and over.

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    Karin’s cries set off an explosion of heat and longing that brought him to the edge. He almost came in his pants like some inexperienced young whelp. He wanted her so bad he didn’t hear Ralf’s whimpers until Karin slipped from his arms.
    “Is he okay?” His voice sounded strained even to his own ears.
    Karin scooted back on her knees, smiling. “He’s fine, I’m fine.” She looked down at the bulging erection showing clearly through his jeans. “The only one not fine is you.”
    He pulled her close and hugged her so tight he was afraid he might crush a few bones.
    “Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” she said with unconcealed affection. Her lips were like velvet brushing across his cheek.
    “But we are,” he murmured regretfully. He wished he could savor this for a little while longer and not just because he hadn’t been satisfied. Karin made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years. Having someone trust him so completely was an extraordinary feeling—and an incredible responsibility. He would never hurt her and part of keeping her safe was getting out of here before someone discovered her harboring another wolf. And Quick Draw would not be happy if he showed up in the morning and found them together. The sheriff could be a formidable enemy. Karin had enough on her plate.
    “Hey, it’s okay, baby,” she whispered against his mouth. “I know you need to leave, but we have all the time in the world.”
    If only it were true. He had started something he couldn’t finish. It would only bring them both heartache. He claimed her lips for a last kiss, and she shattered him with the hunger and passion she radiated. She gave herself so freely. He drank her in, and she quenched a deep thirst inside him.
    Ralf made a few impatient yips. “To be continued.” Karin slipped out of his arms to disconnect the IV. “Duty calls.”
    “Are you sure he’ll be okay?”
    “Are you questioning my credentials too?” She smiled to take the sting out of the words. “He’ll be fine. Just keep him quiet.”
    “How can I ever thank you?”
    “Oh, I’ll think of something.” She smiled and threw dressings and