Free Hers (Snowy Mountain Wolves) by Christin Lovell

fresh pleasure with every touch.
    I clung to her arms as our breasts continually touched. I was holding on for dear life, on a wicked fast roller coaster where everything whipped past in a blur. The only thing that wasn’t a blur was the pleasure slapping me repeatedly, much like the wind. Pleasure lit every part of me until the pressure became too much.
    My lungs barely worked, my ears barely heard the noises in the distance, my vision began to blur as my pulse drowned out my conscience. My body seemed to twist itself into knots as I desperately clung to Ellie, as my hips furiously met hers.
    “Let go!” she commanded, pumping harder.
    It was enough to send me over. Fireworks burst before my eyes as my body undulated with erotic pleasure. The intensity of my release was unmatched. Wave after wave of powerful sensations wracked me. I lost all sense of gravity as my body drifted through each level of lingering pleasure.
    I felt shaky; my body tingled with awareness as my consciousness gradually returned. Blinking, I registered her lack of movement.
    Ellie nuzzled my neck. “That was a hell of a lot better than my rabbit.” She chuckled.
    I smiled against her, feeling sated and satisfied, but still a bit unsteady. She literally rocked my world, turning my sense of reality, my perception, on its head.
    She sat back, revealing her face glowing, dewy and sun kissed, with happiness; the afterglow of good sex, I supposed. “I’ll be back.” She gave me a swift kiss before gently pulling out and getting off the bed. This time she disappeared into the bathroom.
    My pussy was still throbbing, pulsating from my climax. I shivered as the cool air shocked my hypersensitive flesh.
    Ellie leapt onto the bed and proceeded to wipe me with a warm cloth. My heart clenched. No one had ever done that before. Granted, Id’ only had two partners before her, but there was still something so touching about the measure.
    She dropped another kiss on my lips before she stepped away again. This time when she returned she was empty handed. She pulled back the covers, prompting me to crawl over and then under them as she joined me.
    She gathered me into her arms. A single hand gently stroked my back and shoulder as I rested in the crook of her arm. My mind struggled to process it all, to adjust to Ellie, my situation, South Carolina. She had me feeling things I never had. She had me re-evaluating my life, and, dare I say, starting to consider a life outside Miami for the first time.
    She grazed her fingertips over my shoulder. A tinge of sharp pain had me cringing.
    She sat up a little. “Stay still.” She leaned over me.
    I held my breath as she dragged her tongue across the aching spot.
    “Sorry.” She laid back and settled me against her again. “It should heal in a day or two, but the mark is permanent.” She hesitated a minute, staring up at the ceiling before looking away. “It’s the only way to mark you as mine.”
    My heartbeat sped up. I didn’t have to ask to know: fiction got it right. Ellie’s wolf had bitten me.
    I suddenly felt cold; my nudity became uncomfortable. One phrase kept replaying in my mind: she didn’t ask. She didn’t ask if she could bite me, she just did it.
    I was hyperaware of the tenderness in my left shoulder. Serenity slowly slipped away as a fresh anxiety coursed through me. How was I going to explain this to Billy? Being with a woman in semi-secrecy was one thing, in complete openness on a permanent basis…that wasn’t me. I was straight. I was running from a stalker, not into the arms of a lesbian werewolf. Right?
    “Kate? Kate…”
    I blinked in quick succession. When did it get so cold in here?
    “Kate?”
    When did I get off the bed? Somehow I’d made my way a few feet from the bed. I stood, arms wrapped around myself, shivering as I struggled to make sense of it all.
    Ellie slowly moved towards me , a hand stretched out as if I were a wild, unpredictable animal, easily spooked into