Feral (Wolf Ranch 3)

She nodded once. “Got it. Now get out.”

Yeah, she was pissed. She had a right to be. I’d broken into her house, come upon her in a compromising position, and scared the hell out of her. I was lucky I didn’t have an extra hole in my body.

Still… she was my mate, and I didn’t want to walk away. Ever.

But telling her what she was to me after one sniff would definitely get me that bullet hole.

“Yes, ma’am.” I had the she-devil cornered, and her claws… and weapon were out. It was time to retreat. While it wasn’t strange to have a weapon in Montana, it was having one beside your bed while masturbating. I’d find out why she was armed at a time like this then go take care of it for her and bury a body. Then I’d get her beneath me, show her she was mine. “I’ll go, for now,” I told her, taking a step back.

“Knock next time,” she warned.

“I would tell you not to scream so loud, but that would be a crying shame.”

Her mouth fell open, and she stared at me. I tipped my hat and left, smirking a little as I went.

I’d met my mate, and she wasn’t just cute, she was fucking hot. Passionate. Spirited. Feisty. The fact that she aimed a gun at me only made me practically cream my pants.

I stopped halfway down the stairs with a sudden realization.

Natalie Shefield might be my mate, but she was human.

Maybe she should have shot me. It would have been less painful. I was fucked and not with a dildo.

2

WILLOW

Cocky cowboy asshole.

Rob Wolf was hot as hell, admittedly, but a total dick. How dare he barge into my house… into my room? I set my gun back on the nightstand. Humiliation made my anger burn as I dropped the towel and pulled on my panties.

Dammit. I came to Cooper Valley, to the Shefield property, to entice the neighbor, but not that one.

The other asshole. Jett Markle.

I stood at my window and watched the two cowboys mount their horses—a delicious sight, not only for the sheer grace of their movements but also for the way their asses filled out their jeans. Well, Rob’s ass. I wasn’t even watching the other guy.

I wasn’t surprised when Rob looked back. I’d just given him an eyeful of my twat stuffed with a vibrator. God, I could just die. I should have shot him. That would have felt good. It would have been messy though. Not just a dead body but explaining it to my boss.

He lifted his chin at me from his saddle. How could he even see me? The sun was reflecting off the pane of glass and should have made me invisible from the outside.

Strange.

He tipped his hat next, a sexy smirk on his rugged face. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered I’d aimed my service pistol at him.

Damn hot cowboys in general, but damn him, especially. Although his arrogance was a better response than getting all embarrassed and awkward and running out stammering after my little show or piss his pants at having a gun pointed at him. Not that I believed a man like him had ever stammered or pissed himself. He didn’t even blink when he came through the door or when I’d removed the safety. My nipples hardened at the size of his figurative balls. I hadn’t seen his actual ones, but I hadn’t missed the thick outline of his dick in his jeans. It had gone down his leg! What guy was that big? How’d he walk with that thing? Or ride a horse?

I groaned, my pussy unfulfilled, now considering what it would be like to ride him to my finish. That thought made my inner walls clench, and I was hornier than ever.

What the hell was wrong with me? The guy had barged into my house, and I was fantasizing about the size of his dick. Of using it instead of my toy to get off.

I was losing it. The only good news was that I’d hopefully snuffed out his interest. I pulled a gun on him and had been bitchy as hell. Rob Wolf probably wouldn’t be coming back. Had he honestly thought I needed protecting? I wasn’t sure if I should find that appalling or sweet. It didn’t matter either way.

I was here for the job. I had to focus on the investigation. On Jett Markle.

I had to blend in though, and I sure hadn’t done that with the welcoming committee from the Wolf Ranch. I grabbed said dildo and went across the hall to the bathroom to clean and sterilize it before tossing it back on the bed. It made no sense to put it away. I’d have to use it again later, this time to ease the ache Rob Wolf brought about.