Wild (Wolf Ranch 2)

Crap. I was going to be a pseudo-little sister. I was far from related, but still, he’d already called me little girl. Would he have some kind of rule about not screwing the little sister? Yeah, I was thinking about having sex with him. By the look on his face, he wasn’t interested in a make-out session.

He probably wouldn’t want me if he knew who I was. Military guys sometimes got twisted up with honor and bro-codes.

I wasn’t a bro, and while I had honor, I also had hormones that made me want this guy and only this guy. Tonight. It had to be tonight. Once we got to the ranch, and he knew who I was, everything would change.

“Don’t you want to know my name?”

His eyes met mine. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t—” Okay, maybe he wanted a one-night stand after all. This could work. This could totally work. One night with the badass Green Beret. He was big, so I had to assume he was proportional… everywhere. My pussy clenched at the possibility.

Running a hand over his face, he wiped the rain away, at least for a second. It looked like he had a scar through his eyebrow. There was a slice of dark hair missing, but I didn’t see a healed wound.

The wind kicked up, the gale pushing me forward and closer to him.

He breathed deep, and I watched as his nostrils flared again. Every line of his body tensed, and his hand still on my hip tightened more. His eyes seemed to glow in the headlights. He looked… wild.

Lightning lit up his features in stark contrast, and I counted.

One, one thousand.

Two, one thousand.

Boom. I shot forward into his arms. Okay, I needed to move this along. He seemed to be fine staring at me, holding me to him and… oddly enough, breathing me in. But damn, his strong arms felt good wrapped around me. Where I was cold, he was warm.

“Easy,” he murmured right by my ear. “You’re safe with me. I promise.”

My heart skipped a beat, then practically pounded out of my chest as I listened to him take another deep breath.

“I know.” I lifted my face and beamed up at him.

“Fuck me,” he muttered.

Did he say fuck me as in I should fuck him? Yes, please. Slowly, I shook my head. “Um, I think you’re supposed to fuck me.”

One dark brow winged up. “What are you saying?”

I smirked in the rain at the press of his cock—his huge, long, thick cock—press against me. “I think I made it pretty clear.”

His gaze roved over my face again, as if memorizing it. “Little girl, you are pure damage.”

I dragged my lower lip through my teeth. My small breasts pressed up against his ribs, my hands were on his rock-hard abs.

“The creek won’t go down for hours after the storm’s blown through,” he explained. “There’s a motel in the last town.”

Dark, tawdry thoughts instantly filled my head. His hands moved to my shoulders, but his gaze dropped to my breasts again, like he was thinking about cupping them.

If he did, he’d find out they were small, only an A-cup, but my nipples were hard enough to cut glass. I had to hope I was enough for a brawny guy like him. I might be small, but I wouldn’t break, and while I hadn’t had tons of sex—okay, barely any—I had pretty naughty thoughts.

Suddenly, I wasn’t cold. His scent caught on the wind. Soap or something spicy, but beneath it… man.

“You need to get out of those wet clothes,” he almost snarled.

So do you, my friend.

Would he help me undress? Lift my long-sleeved t-shirt over my head? Would he work my leggings down over my hips taking my thong with it? Would he pat every inch of my skin dry with a towel, or would it evaporate away when he kissed me?

The road in front of us was impassable. We’d spend the night in the motel he mentioned, but if I had my way, we wouldn’t do much sleeping.

2

COLTON

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Vanilla and cinnamon. That was her delectable scent. She was breathtaking. Perfect.

Fuck me. It was as if an IED had gone off right in front of me. Ripping me open, destroying the man I had been and forcing my wolf to heal me into something new. Because he had, knowing she was my mate.

Yeah, I was a fucking poet now, but it was as if the clouds broke open and a beam of sunshine… shit.

I’d caught one whiff of her sweet smell mingled even in the rain, and I recognized her as mine. The One. I’d stilled and time seemed to have stopped. The slip of a female who’d been recklessly standing out in the rain staring at a fucking swollen creek was it for me. My wolf, who’d been restless lately—almost the past two years—perked right up. Snapped and snarled at me to get my attention. As if I’d needed that to know.