Living Extinct

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Living Extinct

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Living Extinct Copyright© 2006 Lorie O’Clare

Edited by Mary Altman & Sue-Ellen Gower.

Cover art by Syneca

Electronic book Publication: July 2006

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WEREWOLVES OF MALTA:

LIVING EXTINCT

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Renee stepped out of the warm water. Droplets trailed down her body, tickling between her breasts. Bruno watched, looking as alert as he would if entering into a fight. She loved the slight streak of gray in his black hair. A day’s worth of stubble on his jaw looked almost silver and made her skin tingle. She imagined its roughness against her body, in between her legs, torturing her inner thighs and pussy.

“This will be our last day together like this.” His deep, sultry baritone still made her hot even after twenty years.

Her heart constricted, suddenly too heavy in her chest. “Maybe it won’t be like you say.”

He raised one eyebrow in that all-knowing look he usually saved for a disobedient werewolf. “It will be like I say.”

She sighed, knowing he was right. Life as they’d known it would end soon. She saw it too. Bruno accepted it, seemed almost excited for the next stage of their existence, and she burned for a way to change it.

“You can’t change destiny, my sweet bitch,” he whispered. “All we can do is plan for it.”

She nodded, walking into the thick towel he held out in front of him. Bruno dried her with meticulous care, slowly caressing her shoulders, her arms, her front and back and then lower, between her legs. The roughness of the material scraped over her tender flesh, igniting need deep inside her. The pressure only grew when he backed away, taking the towel with him. A chill settled over her heated body.

“We must make sure Moira is safe—I need that assurance, Bruno.” She followed him into their room and stood before him when he sat on the side of the bed.

“Our daughter won’t die. Her future won’t be an easy one at first, but she is no longer a cub. She can handle Dante Aldo.” The strong smell of his confidence mixed with his enticing, lustful scent.

“If she agrees to be his mate,” Renee said.

“They are perfect for each other.”

Renee nodded and looked down at his cock, which was hard and smooth, stretching between his legs as if it tried on its own to reach up and touch her. She knelt before him, brushing her finger down its length. Bruno hissed, sucking in a breath while he tangled his thick fingers in her hair.

“How many packs seek to destroy us?” she asked, cocking her head and wetting her lips while delicately stroking his cock.

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“I know of four. The gift scares them. That we’ve been so successful experimenting with pack members, showing them how to use the gift, terrifies them.”

“If only we’d known.” All she and her mate ever wanted was for their pack to enjoy the special powers, the gift, that she and Bruno had. “Showing them how to move things, how to mix with each other’s thoughts seemed so clever when we first started.”

“Do you have regrets?” He stroked her hair as gently as she did his cock.

“Not one,” she told him honestly, looking up into his brooding expression. She kept her gaze on his, tilting her head to do so, and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock.

“Not every member of our pack picked up on the gift, but many have. And Moira is a natural.”

“Our daughter will be fine,” he growled, sounding like he willed it to be so.

“And thanks to the gift, our pack will be safe.” She ran her fingernails down his thighs. His muscles quivered under her touch, giving her a sense of power. “If Bernard hadn’t moved into the mind of that werewolf from the Comino pack, we might never have known they planned to attack.”

“They are here sniffing us out. But now we know they’ll attack during the night, and we’ll be ready.” His worried expression unsettled her. Without going into his mind, Renee knew her mate feared too many of the pack would die.

“We’re as prepared as we can be. Within the hour, all the dens will have been notified. Then we can move to help them leave before it’s too late.” The thought of leaving Malta tore at her heart. But for her mate, she’d be strong.

Renee stretched her mouth over his cock, tasting her mate’s saltiness. Her pussy swelled, eager to be fucked. She would enjoy every moment of today. Their last day.

After so many years mated to her werewolf, helping him lead their pack, the end stared them in the face.

She loved the sound of Bruno’s growl. Her nipples puckered painfully and she purposely brushed them over his rough leg hair while sucking as much of him into her mouth as possible.

“Damn. Come here.” He lifted her as he spoke, not waiting for her to obey his command. “Tease me with your heat and you know I’ll just want more.”

Bruno picked her up as if she weighed nothing.

“That was the plan, wolf man,” she whispered and quickly nipped at his lip.

His skin was still hot and flushed from bathing and he hadn’t taken time to dry himself as he had her. She pressed her fingers into his shoulders as he adjusted her on his lap.

“Scheming little bitch,” he teased, and held her in place while thrusting upward with his hips.

Quick and hard, his cock spread her open, impaling her fast enough to steal her breath. She pushed him backward and he lay back on their bed willingly. Pressing down on his shoulders, she took over, riding him slow and easy. He swelled instantly 5

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and she leaned into him slightly, shifting the angle. His cock hit a new spot and sent spasms exploding deep inside her.

His gaze was on her breasts. She loved the way he looked at her, like he would devour her, eat her up with an eagerness of a cub given his favorite dessert. His usually hard expression now flushed with raw lust, with a need she loved drawing out of him.

Intent on how sexy he looked, on his cock moving in and out of her, she fought not to drool as she ran her hands down his hairy chest. Muscles twitched under her touch.

His heartbeat was strong and steady, determined and powerful just like her werewolf.

Renee arched into him, again altering the way he fucked her, taking him deeper yet.

“Oh God. I need it hard—fast.” She’d brought herself so close to the edge.

Bruno chuckled. “Through using me? Do you need me to satisfy you now, little bitch?”

“Shut up.” She laughed, although she quivered inside at the roughness of his tone.

Her pussy trembled while his cock stroked it. She was so damned close to getting off.

“Fuck me, wolf man. If you still got what it takes.”

He yanked her off him so quickly she yelped, and then tossed her onto the bed. Just as quickly he pulled her legs up, positioning her ankles on his shoulders and thrusting deep inside her. She slid forward on the bed and howled at the intense pleasure he offered.

Bruno fucked her so hard and fast she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could barely see his massive frame above her. When he swelled, filling her, every muscle inside her threatened to explode as her own orgasm tore through her.

“You are so incredibly wonderful,” she cried out.

Her eardrums almost exploded with a loud boom.

Bruno crushed her, pressing his entire body on top of hers. It took her a moment to realize the booming sound had nothing to do with their sex. Something outside had exploded. Heat surrounded them so quickly, she couldn’t breathe. She stared into the face of her mate, the only male she’d ever loved.

Come with me
, he spoke in her mind, pulling her out of her body.

Their spirits fled the room as it burst into flames.

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Screams tore through the air.

“Fire!”

“Damn it! We’re on fire!”

Moira Tangaree coughed, covering her mouth against the dirt and smoke clogging the air. Too many scents surrounded her, confusing the situation, and she fought to get her bearings. She whirled around, attacked with bewilderment. A car raced down the street, barely missing her, the whoosh on her back indication that it had been way too close.

The entire city had gone mad.

“We’re all going to die!” Screams echoed off the buildings on either side of the street.

None of this should have been happening. Everyone was insane. Her world turned upside down as flames ignited everywhere. Confusion turned to anger, biting at her.

Tight pain stabbed at her gut and wormed its way deep inside her, rising into her throat until she wanted to gag. Jealousy and ignorance had caused this. Stupid werewolves terrified of what they didn’t understand. They should have offered their bellies to her sire, not destroyed him.

He offered all of them the gift. The ability to move things, to reach into other’s minds and have their spirits leave their bodies and travel across land. It worked differently with each werewolf. Bruno Tangaree believed all werewolves had the gift inside them. Moira barely understood what her sire offered. What she knew, she’d learned by listening and watching.

And her mother was the kindest, most beautiful queen bitch any pack had ever known. No matter the hour, she’d hurry out of their den to help any of the pack in need. Her gift was strong and she’d helped Bruno long into the night, their quiet voices often lulling Moira to sleep. Neither of her parents shared a lot of what they did with the experiments with Moira—especially toward the end. She’d smelled their nervousness, knew something was up, but also knew questioning either of them would get her nowhere.