Free FireWolf by Anh Leod Page B

moon or anything like that. It doesn’t limit us.”
    “Convenient.”
    “Yeah.”
    “So I have one important inquiry,” she said, asking the
question she’d had ever since she’d first met him.
    He came up on his haunches, his cock jutting forward.
“Anything.”
    “Is Smokie really your name?”
    He laughed. “I’m afraid so. It’s a clan tradition to give
names associated with some famous dog.”
    “Who was Smokie?”
    “Oh, there’s been more than one. I think I was predestined
for my career as a result, though.”
    The words tumbled out. “Just like you were predestined for
me?”
    His brow furrowed. “I have no idea how the true mate stuff
works. You’ll have to ask Barkley.”
    “Trust me, I will.”
    “Seems like you had something else on your mind a minute
ago.”
    She found the remains of her water and tilted the bottle
against her lips, savoring the sun-warmed ounce left at the bottom. Admittedly,
sweat wasn’t the only thing dampening her body. Creamy arousal dampened her engorged
labia, her aching channel. Could she give in to lust when so much was at stake?
    She untied her handkerchief, used it to mop her face. “Do
you want some water?”
    “That’s not what I want, no.”
    She sighed. “I’m afraid.”
    He dropped his knees to the dirt and moved toward her,
circling her waist with his corded arms. “Afraid of what?”
    She leaned into his strength. “Of what sex with you makes me
feel. I don’t want to make decisions based on great sex, even if it’s really
explosively combustive, wonderful sex. What if I make a mistake again? What if
all the emotional attachment I feel for you is just because of the sex?”
    “We aren’t exactly incompatible.”
    “No, and that’s why one hook-up became two, then that became
dating. But sex with you makes my brain go all mushy.”
    “Maybe that’s how it’s meant to be. I feel the same way. You
turn my insides into goo.”
    “Goo?” She felt the corners of her mouth turning up.
    “Goo,” he said in a definite tone. “And my cock into a
volcano ready to blow.”
    “Smokie…”
    “Stop thinking,” he said.
    She let his mouth take hers, heard herself mewl as she
opened to him, let his tongue lick in, explore the mysterious dark inner
contours. Her body released a new flood of warmth, readying her pussy for his
entry.
    “At least let me put down the blanket,” she said, pushing
against his arms.
    “I’ll do it.” He opened her pack and laid out the small
blanket then looked at it doubtfully. “Which part of your body do you want on
this?”
    She looked down, realized it was only a lap blanket.
“Whatever.” She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulled down the tiny, yellow
cotton thong she wore underneath.
    His jaw dropped. “You’re naked, I mean, really naked.” He
touched a finger to her waxed pussy. “Me like.”
    “I was hot so I had it done,” she said, pleased by his reaction.
    “You’re soaked,” he said reverently, moving his finger along
her slit. “I love how excited you get for me.”
    She found his cock with her fingers, rubbed his pre-cum into
his skin. “What’s not to love, fire wolf? Got a condom?”
    He thrust his enormous erection into her hand. “I’m not
capable of moving away when your hand is on my cock.”
    “Oh right.” Laughing, she let go of him so he could dig
through his clothes and find the condom.
    He handed it to her. She noticed his hands were shaking so
she ripped the packet open and sheathed him. Then she let her fingers roam his
damp, scorching skin.
    “You really are on fire for me.” She couldn’t wait to feel
his cock deep inside her pussy, loving her as only he could.
    “I’m your fire wolf,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
    He lifted her and she wrapped her arms around his neck and
her legs around his waist. His toes found the blanket and he kicked it into his
hand then spread it against a wide, ancient tree before pressing her against
it.
    Touched by how he protected