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

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    He couldn’t fucking believe his ears. Prancing forward until he could see Heather sitting on the bike, pride soared through him like he’d never experienced before. She’d come after him.
    The others moved in on her, slowly circling her while she stared at all of them nervously. Marc strutted up to his brother’s dirt bike, amused to see her wearing Stone’s leather jacket. She about drowned in it. But damn, who would have thought his little reporter bitch could ride a dirt bike?
    “I’m not stealing anything,” she said, glancing around at the werewolves who had circled her, watching her with amusement. “I…I just didn’t want to be left out.”
    Marc pressed his nose into her, burrowing inside his brother’s leather coat so that he could inhale her scent.
    “Can I ride alongside you while you run?” she asked quietly, so only he could hear over the rumble of the engine.
    He ran his tongue over her knuckles, her hands wrapped around the throttle. Her flesh was cold and the thought that he would make her body gleam with sweat later sent a furious fever burning through him.
    He threw his head back, unable to contain himself, and let out a howl that tore free of his body, sending all small creatures within hearing distance running for cover.
    The night was his. Never had he felt more power, more absolute freedom than he did at that moment. Tearing off to lead his pack of friends, he felt more alive than he had in ages.
    The others followed suit, the run once again picking up pace. This time however, Heather matched them on the old dirt bike, impressing the hell out of him with her expertise. She splashed through the small creeks, not deterred by the rocky ground, as she kept pace and tore over the ground alongside him.
    After an hour or so, he veered off, needing to be alone with her. Heather had impressed him more than he thought possible.
    The others didn’t question him when he broke away, leaping the other direction when they’d reached the northern end of Rock’s land. Heather followed him, not hesitating but rumbling after him on the small bike. He slowed when he knew they were alone.
    Heather brought the bike to a stop, and actually laughed when she climbed off of it. “I haven’t ridden a bike in years,” she said, her face glowing with a happiness he had yet to see on her. “I brought your clothes,” she added, more quietly, her hesitation returning.
    Marc let the change ripple through him, the darkness around him becoming blacker as he took his human form. Suddenly it was colder, his surroundings less clear, as his human senses disabled him from enjoying the wondrous smells of the night.
    “How thoughtful of you,” he said, pulling her to him and stripping his brother’s heavy jacket from her.
    There was no way he could contain himself. More than he needed to breathe, he needed to be buried deep inside her.
    “Marc,” she cried out, although not fighting him when he reached for her sweater, quickly pulling it over her head.
    Laying it over the seat of the bike—his thoughts clear enough at least to know if he’d thrown her clothes on the ground they would be damp within minutes from the dew on the ground—he reached for her leggings next.
    “There’s nothing to lay down on,” she whispered, her voice suddenly husky as she filled the air around them with her wonderfully sweet smell of desire and need. “And…and it’s cold.”
    “I’ll keep you warm.”
    He wasn’t sure how he managed to get her boots off of her, but he needed her naked, needed to feel her against him. Damn it. He needed to be inside her, deep inside her—now.
    The moon and stars offered enough light to make her flesh glow. Emerald eyes looked up at him with wonder, her breasts rising and falling as she took in deep breaths. Her tummy was flat, her waist so damned slender. And he could smell her lust when he gazed on her shaven mound, so beautiful.
    She nervously ran her small fingers through her hair,