Feral (Wolf Ranch 3)

She flicked those eyelashes at me. “It is when we’re both holding weapons, big guy.”

Taking the rifle out of my hands, she settled it on her shoulder, just like a trained soldier.

Huh. There was definitely something she wasn’t telling me. She’d been in the military or had some kind of training. This wasn’t just a girl who took herself to a shooting range on weekends because it made her feel safe. I’d bet she’d even win in a shootout against Colton.

It bothered me that I didn’t know her full story, but I definitely would. I intended to find everything out about Natalie Shefield I could. Starting with how she sounded screaming in the shower.

I put the rifle away in the barn and then I tossed her over my shoulder because I knew my mate liked to be conquered and also because I couldn’t wait to touch her any longer.

Luckily, Colton and Marina were in Cooper Valley, so I didn’t have to kick them out of the house. Because I definitely would have. I was going to make my mate scream, and I didn’t want anything inhibiting her. I hadn’t been joking when I told her I didn’t share.

I kicked the front door shut behind us then carried her upstairs to the master bedroom and directly into the bathroom I’d remodeled myself.

She started stripping the moment I put her feet down, and I had to suppress the growl that came rocketing up my throat at every inch of bare skin she exposed.

Damn, she was hot.

So hot.

I turned the water on and yanked off my own t-shirt. Keeping my gaze glued to my mate, I quickly stripped. She grinned at me, fully naked and completely shameless and stepped into the shower.

It was hard to believe how lucky and unlucky I could be at the same time.

I had my mate here. Naked. Willing.

But she was human.

It went against nature that my wolf would choose her. An alpha wolf was always drawn to another alpha. The best of the breed. The strongest she-wolf who could produce future alphas for the pack.

Why in the fuck would my wolf pick her? It made no sense other than she met every one of my needs in bed… or the shower.

And yet, even as I questioned it, no part of me was disappointed in her. She was perfect. There was no question she was mine.

An alpha had to think about his pack. I had responsibilities that went far beyond what I wanted. I couldn’t make a choice that would stamp out or lose the Wolf line of alphas and end our pack’s autonomy.

I gave my head a hard shake. I didn’t want to think about that—I couldn’t. What guy would think about anything but the dripping wet naked woman in his shower? Right now, I needed to satisfy my mate. That was all that mattered.

I stepped into the shower after her and pounced.

14

WILLOW

If I’d thought Rob would be slow and tender in the shower, I would’ve been way off base. He was an animal. Even more feral than he’d been the first time. He claimed my mouth with urgency the moment he stepped under the spray, his lips suctioning over mine as his forearm scooped under my ass and lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he rotated and stepped forward until my back hit the shimmering aqua glass mini tiles.

I moaned into his mouth, kissing him back, my wet folds rubbing over the base of his cock. It was like TNT between us. Some kind of chemical formula that had two things coming together and forming an explosion. We were tame on our own—for the most part—but when Rob and I got together...

If ever a man had been worth my time, it was this one. He wasn’t a quickie or a one-night stand. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Wanting him. Hell, needing what only he could give me. Yeah, he was a drug to me, and I was going to get another hit, right now.

He pinned me against the shower wall and ground his erection into me, his root rubbing my clit as I writhed against him. My legs went about his waist, my ankles hooking at his low back trying to get as close as possible.

“Not yet, angel. I need to taste you first,” he rumbled, lowering my feet to the tile and sliding his palms down my slippery skin. He crouched in front of me, lifting one of my knees over his shoulder as he pinned my waist against the wall.

He gave a long lap over my slit as he looked up at me. “You wanna come fast or slow for your first time, angel?”

The sound of the waterfall shower was all that I could hear. But feel… I felt his tongue, his lips. His hands. I wanted his dick, too, but his mouth was wicked.