Carolina Werewolves 3-Pack (7 page)

That's all it takes.
Gripping my hips so tightly I'll probably have bruises, he slides out
and then thrusts in with this smooth movement that is anything but
gentle. I can do this, I think to myself. Give in to him, let down my
guard, let him take me. Pushing back against him, I meet him thrust
for thrust. I never would have thought I'd enjoy being fucked like
this, in the open with no creature comforts like lube or a warm bed,
but I do. Oh God, I do. My whole body is consumed with pleasure as he
takes me.

"Please,"
I beg. I need more. My cock arches toward my belly, smearing my
stomach with pre-come. Joe leans over me, whispering promises of all
the wicked things he'd like to do to me later. It heats my
imagination, fires my blood.

"Oh, yeah,"
he moans, "so hot, so--good…" As he thrusts, water
droplets fall onto my back, run down my skin.

Unbelievably, I'm
close again and I'm moaning, begging him to take me, touch me, stroke
me--anything, just let me come.

Then, knowing
exactly what I need, he reaches down and takes hold of my throbbing
prick and jerks once, hard. That's all I need and I'm coming again,
going off like a geyser, jerking and thrashing against his hand as my
come spills onto the ground.

The way I clamp down
on Joe's cock sets him off. His rhythm becomes erratic and he growls,
then bites down on my neck hard, marking me. I hear him shout just
before he explodes. The heat of it fills me as he writhes over me,
then, at long last, relaxes and slumps down over my back. Finally, he
pulls out and collapses next to me. At the same time, I flop on my
back and close my eyes.

Mmm. I'm quite
content to lie there for a bit, but now that I'm coming down, I can
feel the rocks and sand digging into my skin. And then, I hear
laughter. We're about to get company.

"Shit.
Someone's coming," I hiss.

"Wolf?"
Joe murmurs against my ear. I nod, and shift as soon as he rolls away
from me. Grabbing my clothes, I carry them in my mouth and lope to
the relative safety of the trees.

As quickly as I can
manage, I shift back and shimmy into my clothes. How embarrassing
would it be to get caught with Joe's scent all over me, what we'd
done clear as day? I don't want to have to explain myself. As I
dress, I notice Joe sitting on his haunches, looking at me with a
mournful expression. His wolf is brown, the fur the same color as his
chestnut hair.

"What?"

He shifts back and
ducks behind a tree. "My clothes are wet."

Oh. "Serves you
right," I say, lips quirking. He has that effect on me for some
reason.

"Maybe,"
he says with a laugh. "Anyway, I'm staying here till
tomorrow--want to sneak in with me? You won't go home alone tonight."
I love--no, adore--his smile.

"Yes,"
I say without thinking. "If you'll keep your promise?"

His answering grin
is wicked. "I always keep my promises." Before I can blink,
he's in wolf form, streaking off into the night. How typical. I
follow, content to see where he'll take me.

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About the Author

Layla Cole is a
student by day and an erotica author by night. She lives with her
boyfriend of four years and a few nutty roommates. She enjoys reading
fiction of all kinds and hopes to share her sensual fantasies with
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