Free Bonded by Nicky Charles

fisted and he shook his
head trying to clear his mind. Focus on this, he told himself as he
gave a hard, deep thrust. The wetness, the heat, the clenching of
her body around his as she started to climax. Brandi dug her nails
into his skin and he welcomed the small erotic pain.
    “Reno...?” There
was a hint of panic her voice. He blinked, sweat stinging his eyes
as he tried to see her clearly. Her pupils were dilated, a hint of
canines showed between her parted lips. It was so damned sexy.
“Reno, what...?” Brandi licked her lips and tried to continue, but
apparently couldn’t. She rolled her head from side to side, then
stiffened and cried out.
    For a moment he
watched her come. Just knowing he’d driven her to such a loss of
control filled him with deep satisfaction while at the same time,
driving his own desire impossibly higher.
    He gave into his
own need then, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. Giving
up the fragile hold he had on his control, he began pistoning even
harder and faster, the primitive search for pleasure dominating his
mind and blocking out all else. When his own release came, it was
explosive and freeing as nothing had ever been before. He groaned
deeply, a long drawn out shudder wracking him as his seed spilled
from his body.
    Collapsing on top
of her, he struggled to draw in air. His heart was pounding and his
thinking was fuzzy. God, that had been like nothing he’d ever
experienced before.
    For all that he
wanted just to lie there, Reno made himself slide sideways,
relieving Brandi of his weight. She murmured in acknowledgement,
her eyes closed, faint tremors still wracking her. He reached out a
hand and stroked her gently, entranced by the total abandon that
they’d created in each other.
    “Bathroom?” He
finally forced his lips to form the single word and she vaguely
gestured with her hand. Not wanting to leave the pleasant cocoon of
feeling that he was wrapped in, he forced himself to stand.
    In the bathroom,
he squinted in the harsh light, staring at his reflection in the
mirror. His face was flushed, his hair stood on end from Brandi’s
wild clutching, however it was his eyes that really told the tale.
His wolf stared boldly back at him, challenging, wanting
control.
    An icy rush of
reality doused any passion remaining within him. With shaking
hands, he gripped the cold edge of the porcelain sink and braced
his arms while he fought an inner battle. The wolf couldn’t win; it
was too dangerous to be let loose without other Enforcers around to
keep it in check. Dammit, things had been going so well lately he’d
let down his guard, which just went to prove what could happen if
he became complacent about the beast.
    He wasn’t sure how
long he stood there. Eventually his wolf conceded and grudgingly
stepped back. Reno murmured approval of its obedience and it
thumped its tail once before subsiding and sinking into sleep. A
sigh of relief escaped his clenched lips. It was a good wolf...once
it remembered its place.
    Some Enforcers
hated their wolves, calling them demons or hell-hounds, but Reno
tried to live in peace with his creature. He was firm and demanded
obedience, yet tried to respect the beast as well. After all, they
were stuck with each other and might as well try to co-exist. If
not, he’d end up bitter and haggard from the constant war within.
At least his way, the war was less frequent and tonight’s episode
was more of an anomaly than a constant occurrence. Perhaps he was
even at fault. The creature hadn’t been out for a run in a few
days.
    Resolving to head
into the woods that weekend for some back to nature time, he
splashed cold water on his face before glancing in the mirror
again. Wet strands of hair clung to his forehead and beads of water
zigzagged through his stubble before meandering down his neck to
his chest. Grabbing a towel, he dried off, pleased to note that his
eyes were clear again.
    Thankful Brandi
hadn’t witnessed his battle—what female