Free WithHerHunger by Lorie O'Clare Page A

scent of her desire and sexual
arousal, and the salty smell of nervousness. It was the clean, pure and
incredibly intoxicating smell, a unique scent that was a mixture of both of
them that damn near knocked him backward. He wasn’t sure he had ever smelled
love before but somehow knew it was what he smelled now.
    The moment Mariah’s damp body trembled on the rocks, and she
stumbled, trying to stand, Luther grabbed her and pulled her against him. She
was breathing hard and her perky, round breasts pressed against his chest. Her
nipples were instantly hard. Her flesh was silky smooth against his rough,
seasoned skin. He ran his hands over her long, tousled pale blonde hair then
gathered it in his hands.
    “I lost my temper and ran. I humiliated myself,” Mariah
whispered, her words coming out broken as her voice trembled from the cold.
    Luther barely noticed the cold. “I agreed with you,” he told
her, his voice raw with emotion. He wasn’t sure what to say about the new aroma
he smelled on both of them. She had to smell it too. He let go of her and
untangled his clothes from around his neck.
    After laying his clothes on the ground to create a makeshift
bed for them, he untied her clothes from around her neck and draped her sweater
over her shoulders. “We’re going to make love until we wish it were colder
outside to cool our bodies off.”
    He laid her down on his clothes and adjusted her sweater so
it became a pillow for her. Then, stretching out next to her, he draped one of
his legs between hers, pinning her underneath him. She smelled a mixture of the
outside and a mixture of emotions that created an intoxicating scent he would
be drunk off of soon.
    “If you’re doing this just because I got upset about Rock
Toubec growling about me being under his protection…”
    “That’s exactly why I’m doing this.”
    When Mariah started to scoot away from him, Luther tightened
his grip on her, preventing her from moving.
    “I’m doing this because I want you under my protection,” he
stressed, and kissed her.
    Her complaint turned into a soft moan. After a moment,
Mariah opened for him and their tongues began a wicked, promising dance of
lovers. Her small hands moved over his body, causing his muscles to twitch and
harden under her touch.
    Their relationship had started with wild lovemaking under a
sky full of stars. Tonight it would be seared into something stronger.
    “I want you as my mate,” he grumbled, his teeth slightly
sharper than they were a moment before when he tore his mouth from hers and
began kissing her neck.
    “We’re already mated.”
    Luther raised his head and stared down at her. It was one
thing to smell her emotions, but he had to know her mind. Maybe then he would
understand his own.
    “Are we mated out of lust?” he asked.
    “No,” she said, shaking her head.
    He couldn’t hide his happiness, and Mariah smiled, her
happiness mixing with his.
    “I won’t have our mating challenged,” she added. “We might
always have to run according to our laws and traditions. But I don’t care if
you’re Cariboo and I’m lunewulf . And if that means living outside the
pack, we don’t need their protection . ”
    Her nose twitched adorably as she sniffed the air between
them. “And how do you feel about me?” she asked.
    “I have fallen in love with you, my little lunewulf ,”
he grumbled, barely able to voice the words and kissed her again. They would
come stronger with time. He wasn’t an expert on the emotion but he knew it
would grow stronger as they ran together. Although right now, he couldn’t
imagine it being any stronger than it was now.
    Luther was fairly certain Mariah told him she loved him too.
He didn’t need to hear the words though. As he mounted her and they began to
make love, Luther smelled her love for him, and that was enough.

About the Author
     
    All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the
routines of life. The paths we travel seem to be