Feral (Wolf Ranch 3)

Shit. She was hurt, perhaps panicked, judging by the pace of her inhales and exhales.

I stopped in front of the first door. Listened. No.

The second. Again, no.

A whimper came from behind the third door, and I threw it open.

Uh… well.

A bedroom. Tan walls. Two windows with cream curtains, wide open to try and cool off the room. A rag rug on the floor beneath a brass bed. None of that caught my attention for more than a quick glance.

No.

It was the woman lying on top of the unmade bed who had my attention. She must’ve come from the shower because a towel was wrapped around her, and her red hair lay in wet tendrils across the pillow. Her knees were bent, her feet planted on the bed nice and wide, and her hand was between them. She was holding a dildo, and it was crammed nice and deep in her pussy.

I couldn’t miss the patch of fiery red curls above that well-endowed toy or the way her slick pussy lips were stretched around the latex cock.

It was big, but not as big as me. Especially not now when I was instantly hard as a fucking rock.

As for Clint’s comment earlier, yeah, my dick still got hard. Even for humans.

For her.

I was hot all over and not because of the weather.

Holy. Fuck.

She startled and gave a small shriek. Before I could blink, she yanked the dildo from her pussy with one hand, reached up and grabbed a gun from the bedside table. With the agility of a panther, she hopped to her feet and pointed it at me.

Somehow, the towel was still wrapped around her.

I held up my hands. “Whoa there.”

“Who the hell are you?”

Even though she was armed, I gave the dildo on the bed a quick glance. It was shiny and slick with her arousal.

Fuck.

I stepped into the room, and she took off the safety.

“Easy.” I soothed. “I’m Rob Wolf, your next-door neighbor. We heard you cry out and wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“As you can see, I’m fine.”

She was fine. Her cheeks flushed as red as her hair. Her ragged breaths made her lush breasts rise and fall over the top edge of the towel. Now that she was standing, I could see freckles across her bare shoulders. The taut muscles in her arms and thighs. She wasn’t a small thing like Colton’s mate, Marina. Natalie Shefield was sturdy, solid, and had a fire in her eyes.

Oh, fuck yes. That was all for me. So was the loaded weapon aimed at my chest. I wasn’t worried about being shot, unless it was in the head. Otherwise, it would hurt like hell, but my body would work the bullet out as part of the healing process. Pretty quickly… depending on where the bullet entered, it would pop right out. Still, there were other things I wanted Natalie Shefield to do to me while she was naked besides shoot me.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, hoping not to blow my load in my pants and… Holy. Shit.

Holy fucking shit.

My wolf howled and practically preened.

This woman was my mate.

I just knew. Her scent was masked by soap and shampoo, but it was undeniable. Sweet, tangy and as bright as her hair. It smelled right. Familiar, even though I’d never picked up the scent before.

Natalie Shefield, who had no qualms about self-satisfaction, was my fucking mate. She didn’t have dainty little toys to get her off. Instead, she went all out.

“Now get the hell out,” she said. Her gaze didn’t waver, neither did her gun hand.

I heard Clint’s footsteps coming down the hall, and I turned around and met him in the doorway.

“Is everything—”

“Look at her and die,” I growled with full alpha menace.

His eyes widened at my tone—mostly snarl. He tipped his head to the side to see around me, clearly not understanding what was happening, that I’d just met my fucking mate, but I stepped back and slammed the door in his face. Me in the bedroom with Natalie, Clint alone in the hall.

Turning back around, I faced her.

“You’re on the wrong side of that door, neighbor.” She wasn’t sweet like Audrey. She wasn’t sassy like Marina. Hell, no. This woman had fucking attitude.

“Maybe you should tell me why you have a gun next to your bed. Who hurt you?”

The idea of someone scaring her enough for her to need protection like that had my wolf snarling, ready to rip someone’s throat out.

“Said the trespassing neighbor,” she countered, raising one red brow.

I took another deep breath. I’d seen how wet she was, but I could scent it too. I’d know her anywhere now, even blind.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Never,” I added, my voice fierce. “If you’re in danger, if someone’s threatening you, I want to know.”