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

while he stared at her, never looking away while he removed his clothes.
    Heather couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. Seeing him naked again, when he’d just had his finger deep in her cunt, made her world spin around her. When he stripped out of his jeans, his cock appeared twice the size it had been the last time she’d seen him naked. Hard and swollen, it jutted out toward her, looking as demanding and determined as the rest of him.
    Suddenly her mouth was too wet, thoughts of what he could do to her with that making her weak in the knees. Her blood pulsed so hard through her that her ears rang, and she wished for somewhere to sit, something to hold onto. Anything to stabilize herself while she gawked at the incredibly sexy man who stood before her.
    And then slowly, never taking his gaze from her, he began to change. His body transformed, shoulders altering, fur appearing over his skin, his body contorting. She saw his facial muscles harden and wondered if the change hurt him.
    In the next instant he fell to all fours, making her jump when he let out a powerful howl.
    “Holy shit!” she screamed when he leapt over her.
    Her heart about exploded in her chest and she turned in time to see him leap after the others, and disappear into the trees beyond the yard.
    Heather was left alone, stranded at a small cabin outside of town.

Chapter Seven
     
    Marc tore at the earth, his powerful claws ripping the ground without mercy as he raced across the open field with the others. Letting go, pushing himself as hard as he could, feeling his muscles strain at the pace they kept, felt damned good.
    It had taken too much restraint on his part not to fuck Heather right there behind his brother’s house. No one would have stopped him, especially Heather. The sweet smell of desire on her still fogged his senses. He loved when a bitch kept her pussy clean and shaven. And Heather’s cunt had been so smooth, so wet.
    His dick hardened, making it harder to keep up with the others. But he couldn’t keep his mind off of Heather. Knowing she would be there when he returned made his blood boil. Forcing himself to pay attention, desperately needing to burn off some energy so he wouldn’t hurt Heather when he returned, he pushed ahead.
    He’d promised her that he would never hurt her, and he’d meant it. But thoughts of tearing her clothes off of her with his teeth, plunging deep into that hot, wet cunt of hers, had the blood boiling through his veins.
    The cold air slapped at his face. Moisture clung to his coat, feeding him, making him feel more alive as he raced with the others. No matter how chilly the night was, he still burned with need. He leapt forward, aching to rid some of the raw energy that pulsed inside him.
    The lunewulf were much smaller, but Simone and Bastien had no problem keeping up with the others. Speed was their asset, and Simone was the first to leap over a rambling creek when they came up on it. The others followed suit.
    Marc leapt into the air, his muscles rippling under his dew-moistened coat. He hit the ground hard, tearing at the earth with his claws, laughing and howling with the others.
    The air around them was thick with the smell of moist grass, rich soil, and cold water. If he weren’t stuffed from the meat he would enjoy catching a few fish. The deeper ponds around them were full of them. He could hear them splashing through the water, hurrying to get away from the deadly predators that tore through the night.
    Rock was the first to slow, his alert expression and deep bark alerting the others.
    We’re not alone.
    Marc turned, surprised to see the single headlight bouncing over the terrain behind them. The dirt bike slowed, its rider hesitating. Growls came from his den mates and friends, as they all stopped, turning to face the rider who dared to interrupt their run.
    The rider came to a stop, the dirt bike’s engine sputtering, disturbing the peace of the night.
    “Marc?” a nervous Heather called