Free Werewolf Me by Amarinda Jones Page A

to make, wolf man.” Truro wiggled her ass against Murphy to entice him all the way back in.
    He slapped her ass once more. “Say it or I can quite easily leave you like this.”
    “Liar—you want me.” Truro knew she was not the only one going up in flames here. When both his cock and fingers left her body, Truro whimpered. Damn, I need him and he knows it.
    “Say it.”
    “I want you.”
    “And?”
    Truro groaned loudly in frustration. Her call was mirrored by one of the Ludlum wolves. “Okay, fine. I want only you. Now please fuck me before I burst into tears and then eat a gallon of ice cream.”
    “Huh?”
    “It’s almost as good as sex.” Truro gasped as once more Murphy filled her.
    “You’ll never have to turn to ice cream for satisfaction again.” Murphy increased his speed, his balls slapping against her ass.
    Oh yes. This is my happy place . “Oh, wolf man,” she groaned as the orgasm gripped and shook her body. Her knees wobbled and her back arched as she gave in to the wildest feeling of pleasure. She felt every spasm and shudder as Murphy came against her.
    “I love you, petal.”
    Those simple words whispered in her ear gave Truro hope.
     

    “Bloody hell.” Truro sat up and ran a hand through her hair. Why did I do that? Again? She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. As she did she grabbed for the sheet to cover her body. “You were supposed to leave town.” Damn it. Why didn’t he? Did he say he loved me? Was that heat of the moment? What am I supposed to say to that?
    Murphy pulled the sheet from her hands. “How could I? I needed to see you again. I needed to touch and taste you once more.” He grabbed hold of her bare leg to stop her going any farther. “I believe you need me as much as I need you.”
    “Bullshit.” Truro kicked out at him. It was a pretty weak kick as her knees were still wobbly and her body was sated after being full of hot, pounding cock. “I don’t need anyone.” Jeez, what part of that didn’t he get? Or what part did he get and I didn’t? This was so confusing. “The other night was a one-off.” Truro saw the look he gave her. It was one of smug, male satisfaction. It was a pretty damn sexy look. Focus woman. “And granted, the moment at the garage was technically a two-off but it was also a farewell fuck.”
    “Do you really believe that?”
    “I have to, wolf man.” Truro shouted the words in defiance. Her neat little world was being turned upside down and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
    “Why?”
    “Why? Because— Well, crap, I just do.”
    “So this was technically a three-off fuck.”
    Truro sighed and stopped struggling. “I don’t know.” And why I am kidding myself? I want this man. I very possibly love this man. “Very possibly” gave her an out in case it all turned pear-shaped and he walked away. Then she could just shrug her shoulder and say “whatever”.
    “Stop fighting me, petal.” Murphy pulled her close against his body.
    “I have to.”
    “Why?”
    “I have no idea.” It was like fighting the inevitable. It was always going to happen.
    ———
    Five minutes before midnight Murphy stood and stared at the moon through the window. He had spent what was left of the day following Truro around helping her with her chores at the caravan park and even taking her to the bank. She had made it very clear she did not need his assistance. Murphy had made it equally as clear that he was going to help whether she liked it or not. It was cute watching her pointedly try to ignore him. Whether she like it or not, Murphy was not going to give her a chance to try to shut down and block him out.
    Murphy turned to look at the woman in the bed. “I love you,” he murmured. The words were soft yet Murphy meant every one of them. Truro was his woman. He had travelled the country searching for his soul mate. When William sent a message to come to Ludlum to join up with the clan, Murphy came as bid. And I found her. He