Free WithHerHunger by Lorie O'Clare

She might be pissed, but Mariah would learn he would
always be there for her. He slowed when the strength of her scent began growing
weaker.
    Circling back around, Luther padded between a rocky incline
and the thick nest of trees and undergrowth. Mariah’s scent was the strongest
here. She was either up on the rocks or watching him through the thick trees.
    Where are you, my little lunewulf? he grumbled in his
throat.
    His body tightened with need as he breathed in her aroma.
    He leapt onto the ledge of rocks above him and spotted her.
Mariah lay just above him. Her eyes glowed from the moonlight and her white
coat looked silky smooth. Luther ached to rub against every inch of it.
    The moment he jumped from where he was to the larger, secure
patch of grass above him where Mariah lay hiding from him, she jumped from her
hiding space and backed up, roaring at him.
    His low growl made his meaning clear when he stood before
her. We can fight if you want, my little lunewulf. But we’ll work this out
together.
    Mariah arched her back, her hackles up. She lowered her head
as she began moving from the back of the large ledge, trying to circle around
him. She curled her lip, issuing a warning. He could so easily mount her right
now and impale that hot, soaked pussy of hers. Even as she snarled, he smelled
her lust growing stronger the longer they were together on the ledge.
    In spite of his primal urge to fuck her, Luther smelled
Mariah’s pain, her embarrassment, and understood her urge to run. It was in
their nature. Running cleared their soul, freed them of all emotions and
allowed them to return to their flesh refreshed and able to take on their
problems.
    Talking had never been one of his strong points. He would
rather fight than discuss something. Right now, though, the only way they would
work anything out was to discuss it. Luther didn’t want to think about what it
might mean if he was willing to tuck away his claws and howl instead of attack.
Forcing the change, Luther engaged the burning as it started in his spine but
quickly moved in his bloodstream through his veins. In spite of not wanting to
think his actions through too clearly, he already sensed the truth. It smelled
dangerously of love.
    The night dimmed around him, making it harder to see. His
hearing muted, all the life around him growing silent and only the drifting of
the breeze through the trees remaining. His human hearing and seeing might suck
but his sense of touch and feeling were impacted by the frigid night air, and
his naked body was soaked with sweat.
    Luther ignored the cold, not even taking time to shiver as
his adrenaline took over.
    “Change,” he ordered the moment he was able to utter the
word.
    Instead of listening to him, Mariah leapt into the air. She
flew toward his shoulder, a white blur coming straight at him. He smelled her
defiance, but not fear. He also smelled her lust.
    This wasn’t a game for her. From what Luther knew about
Mariah so far, she was defiant, determined and willful. All traits he once
swore would turn him off in a female. But they smelled hot as hell on Mariah.
    He leapt into the air.
    Luther didn’t think about being in his human form. He didn’t
focus on how much stronger Mariah was in her fur than he was standing on two
legs. Luther wrapped his arms around her and knocked them both to the ground.
    Mariah rolled out of his arms and stood, backing away and
growling as she shook herself until her fur lay smoothly again.
    “Change,” he demanded again, crawling toward her and away
from the edge of the ledge.
    Her body began transforming and he watched in lustful awe.
Her shimmering white fur receded until damp, smooth flesh appeared. Her large,
almond-shaped silver eyes transformed to a beautiful shade of blue and took
their smaller, human shape. As her face changed, he smelled her emotions, raw
and too fresh in her now-human body for her to conceal from him. Luther
breathed in her excitement, the intoxicating