Ruthless (Wolf Ranch 6)

“No one sees you like this but me. Do you trust me with that?”

She stared at me with lust filled eyes. Nodded.

Fuck, yes. I cupped her at the same time I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She kissed me back, like she was as hungry to taste me as I was for her. I licked into her mouth, slanting my lips over hers, drinking her in.

“You’re dripping for me.” Fuck, she was warm. I stroked her, smearing her wetness all around, ensuring I coated her hard little clit before I dipped two fingers inside as I dragged my mouth down the slender column of her neck.

“This is just a preview, Red. A warm-up. I can’t fucking wait to get you in my bed.”

“Your bed?” she panted. She went up on her toes as I curled my fingers inside her. When I found her g-spot, I rubbed it. Her hand went to my wrist as she rode my fingers. “You like that, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she moaned against my mouth.

“That’s it. That pussy knows what it needs, that I’ll give it the pleasure it’s been begging for. So greedy. Good girl. Come all over my hand.”

She did. So fast, so beautifully. She cried out my name and let it carry on the wind. If anyone was around, they’d know it was me who made her come. It was me who she was letting finger fuck her in the parking lot.

My dick was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I wanted in her so bad, to feel the tight clench of her walls strangle it. Milk it of cum.

“That’s it, Red. You gonna let me take care of all your needs?” Slipping my fingers free, I licked them clean as she leaned against her car to catch her breath. She didn’t even think about the fact that her skirt was up about her waist. I patted her pussy once, gently, then lowered her skirt back down.

“Follow me back to my place. I’ll give you everything you need.”

Her eyes were closed, and she was panting. I loved her like this. Pliant, sated. Mine.

“That was just a warmup, Red. You’ll be in my bed, and you won’t be sleeping anytime soon.”

That was a promise.

9

NATALIE

The only reason I went home with Rand was because we had unfinished business. He was coming on strong, and I didn’t mind it because, well, he’s so flipping hot. And ridiculously skilled with his fingers. And mouth. If I admitted it to myself, I liked the over the top attention.

I wasn’t foolish enough to think this could go anywhere. I knew it couldn’t. I was human, and he was a shifter. Same as Uncle Adam with his high school sweetheart. It was a love that couldn’t be.

Not that we were in love. I’d only met him again a day ago. I didn’t believe in love at first sight. Hell, I didn’t really even believe in love. It hadn’t worked for my parents—the love part. They didn’t even like each other, barely co-existing in what experts would call codependency of mutual dislike. I had no idea why they stayed together. I assumed they’d gotten together in the first place because they’d been hot and heavy for each other. I really didn’t want to know anything about that, but ever since I could remember, they were not in love or even in lust. They pretty much hated each other.

But somehow, they made hate work for them. In a ridiculously dysfunctional way.

That meant I was jaded and dysfunctional when it came to love. That also meant I definitely wasn’t falling in love with Rand. How could I when it was his wolf being all lusty and possessive?

I did like the lusty part. He’d already given me three orgasms and hadn’t even been inside me yet. I sort of couldn’t wait to see how the rest of this went down because if he was that skilled with his fingers and mouth, then…

Yeah. How could I deny myself more?

I followed him to his place—a sweet little cabin just up the mountain from my place as the crow flew. Like he said, it was on Wolf Ranch land. We really were neighbors.

I hopped from my car, looked around.

“This place is darling. Do you own—” I shrieked when Rand rushed at me and swept me off my feet into his arms, honeymoon style.

The waning moon was still nearly full, and I could see those crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiled at me. My heart thrummed rapidly in my chest.

“You’re crazy,” I told him on a laugh.

He was impulsive. Fun. Exhilarating.

“So you said.” He grinned like he was proud of it, twirling me around under the moonlight.

I wanted to acknowledge, then, that I knew what he was. That it was his wolf making him act this way. What normal human sniffed a woman he was interested in so much?