Free Wolf Tales II by Kate Douglas

reaction he had every time he was close to the younger man. Their confrontation a mere week ago had left him dissatisfied, angry with his own loss of control. He’d not been able to read Stefan’s true feelings, had hoped like hell he hadn’t broken the other man’s will, or even worse, made an enemy of one of the very few left of their kind.
    Now this woman, this perfect, sensual, intelligent woman, not only embraced the beast within him, but her own as well. His mouth moved over hers. His hands stroked the smooth, satiny flesh of her back. She was perfect. She was everything he’d dreamed of.
    She was Chanku. He fought the urge to shift, to take her as a wolf.
    He controlled his need, subjugated it to her will. She had offered herself in her human form. He must honor that, no matter how difficult. He ran his hands along her smooth back and sighed against her mouth. It was a truly pleasing form, this human body of hers.
    Her hands slipped across the front of his shirt and shoved it back over his shoulders. He quickly shrugged out of it, then shoved his pants off. Of course he’d forgotten his shoes. Laughing, feeling ridiculous and silly, he ended up on his butt looking up at Alexandria .
    This view wasn’t bad at all. She stood before him, legs spread wide, hands on hips, fighting a smile and pretending to glare down at him while he sat on the floor all tangled in his pants. The fleshy lips of her pussy pouted between the neatly trimmed thatch of auburn curls and her scent caught his nostrils, her essence arousing in the extreme.
    Almost in a trance, he felt the smile leave his lips as he shoved his pants and shoes off his feet in one swift motion, then leaned over to taste her with his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he ran his tongue lightly across the soft flesh of her belly, but she moaned aloud when he swept over the tiny protruding clit, barely peeking out of the mat of soft hair.
    She was hot. So damned hot and her flavor was sweet and succulent, seasoned with the essence of her time, her heat. He lapped at the thick labia, licking and sucking at her swollen flesh, well aware when her arousal loosed the lubricating fluids, readying her for their joining.
    Her legs trembled and her hands clenched tightly in his hair. Shaking himself free of her grip, Anton stood up and grabbed her in his arms, lifting her off her feet as if she weighed nothing at all. She looped her slim arms around his neck and smiled at him.
    He carried her to the long couch in front of the fire and stretched her out on a soft afghan. She was perfect, a woman unlike any he’d ever known… a female of his own species.
    Alexandria smiled at him, held her arms up to welcome him. He settled himself between her legs and his cock was so hard and sensitive it felt alien to him, as if some other entity had empowered him with this sense of lust, of deep, carnal desire for a woman of his kind.
    For Alexandria . Gone were thoughts of Stefan, of any other partners he might have known over his past fifty years. There was only Alexandria and her pouting lips, her pussy welcoming him, begging him to enter.
    When he angled his cock to meet her, when he touched her moist center, he almost wept. This was the feeling he’d wanted, the knowledge he’d begged for. For all his power as wizard, as wolf, as mentor and Master, this was the one thing that had eluded him, the perfect match of male and female, of Alpha wolf and mate.
    In the back of his mind, he knew she belonged to Stefan, but she was granting him this time, this moment, without thought of any other male. Anton found entrance and thrust hard and deep, then held himself there, deeply entrenched inside her hot, wet passage, his cock squeezed by her strong vaginal muscles, his senses overwhelmed by the scent of her heat, her season, this time she shared with him.
    This was what it truly meant, to be part of the pack, to be one with the Alpha female. He wanted to weep, to bow his head in