Werewolf Romance Rough Sex Erotica: Make Her Howl (4 page)

My wolf had come.

I yipped with ex
citement. Springing to my feet, I turned in a circle
,
so excited I tripped myself and fell off the bed
. I landed with a yelp, but quickly
bounced ba
ck up
, too happy to be
embarrassed.

Jackson stood up and stretched. I watched him with rapt attention. He was sinfully beautiful.
The sweet spot
deep in my core spasmed at the memory of the night before.
I would be sad when he finished with me and moved on to this next conquest.

“You ready for your first hunt?” He walked out of the bedroom and I followed after him my ears up. Unable to form human words with my new mouth, I yowled the wolf version of yes.

He opened the front door and motioned for me to go through.
Once I was outside, he stepped onto the front porch, still naked,
and shut the door after him.

“Let’s go,”
  he
said. I
n a blin
k
,
he
changed. Jackson’s wolf shook his large frame, rearranging his dark sable fur. He had enormous
paws
that
were a
lmost as big as his human hands.

With a clipped bark he
ran for the woods.
I loped
after him, my head swim
ming with all sorts of novel sensations
. The earth
tickled my feet and
so many new smells
assailed me
that
I had a hard time focusing my attention.

We raced through the woods, the wind streaming over my nose, filling it with more scents than I could count.
Together
,
we flushed out a rabbit
, chasing it fr
om the brush and
crowding it into a corner.
I bit through its
tiny
neck to make the kill. Warm blood filled my mouth along with the taste of raw meat
and fur. In my wolf form I had
no remorse
,
only hunger and the satisfaction it craved.

In a small clearing, next to a creek we resumed our human
forms
. I set the rabbit aside and joined Jackson where he lounged
under a tree. The sun was warm
,
but the air had a tinge of autumn coolness, which felt good on my overheated skin.

“Oh, that was glorious.” A wide smile played
on my lips
as I took in the view around us
.
The auburn and gold leaves formed a canopy overhead with the bright blue
sky beyond. The
day was a panorama of seasonal
perfection.

“Yeah, there’s nothing like the first change and the first kill.” Jackson put his arm around me and pulled me close.

I rested my head on his shoulder, in
toxicated by his scent;
a mix of earth and
alpha
musk. “I never thought this would happen to me. I’ve been a null so long.”

“And now you’re a wolf. You’re pack.” He squeezed me tight against him.

Sudden tears filled my eyes.
I’m
pack. Me.
I’d lived my life on the outside looking in. Never belonging. Tolerated
,
but never wanted.
That was all going to change.
I sniffed and
laughed. “Some notch in your belt, huh?” The idea of Pack Master Gigolo didn’t sound so bad anymore.
It was certainly the best thing that had ever happened to me.

He went still, his body tensing up along mine. “You were never a notch, Chloe.”

I rolled my eyes. I had no illusions about Jackson. He was as sinful as a piece of chocolate and just as short lived. He’d never stuck with any girl lon
g.
A night or a week at most and then on to the next conquest. “It’s okay, Jackson. I don’t expect you to play house.”

He frowned. “Are you really that dense?”

My mouth dropped open. “Are you calling me stupid?”

“
If the shoe fits.” He gave
an irritated growl.

I stood and made to stomp off, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. He yanked me hard enough that I fell into his lap. Grabbing my hair he held me in place for a searing kiss. Angry, I snapped at him with my teeth, which he deftly evaded before claiming my mouth with his tongue.

“Why do you think I went
home?” He asked after a particularly brutal
kiss that left my lips
swollen and bruised.

“I thought it was maybe because you’d already fucked your way through Huntsville and we
re bored,” I said,
snarl
ing
.

His grip tightened on my hair, burning my scalp with the tension of it. His other hand went to grab my pussy and he tugged on the hair there until I yelped. “You’re mine. You were always mine and I wasn’t going to let you go without a fight.”

“I’m not yours, Jackson,” I said, unsure of the truth of my words. I sure as hell felt like I
belonged to him, but I would bet
all the other girls had had similar feelings. I would be damned if I was going to let Jackson turn me into a simpering fool.

“Like hell you’re not.”

“Are you saying you want to mate me
?” The idea was stunning.
That meant more than a one night stand, it was marriage.
And with him slotted to succeed Cal, I was going to be first lady of the Huntsville pack. Talk about going from zero to hero.

“Yes.”  His knee nudged my legs open and his cock rose up to bump my stomach. “It was always you from day one. Those other gi
rls--
” H
e paused as he centered his cock at the entrance of my wet passage. “Were me
trying to make Cal happy and being dumb enough to think I could forget
you.”

I moaned as he penetrated
me, filling me with slow thrusts. Despite the pleasure between my legs, I was still angry at him and launched a fist toward his face.

Just like the last time I’d tried to punch him, he caught my hand and pinned it over my head.
I made a jab w
ith my other hand, but he captured
that one too and restrained me against the ground.

“Your pack believes you can choose your mate, but my pack believes different.” He rammed into me as he spoke and I grunted, staring up at him. His jaw was clenched in
determination and his eyes gleamed
more yellow than brown.
His wolf ran
close under his skin,
riled and
ready to break through.

“How does your pack do it? With a harem?” I couldn’t keep myself from taunting him. My wolf was just as riled, her hair pricked me from the inside, re
ady to burst through my skin. “
Will I have sister wives?”

He glared at me and pounded his length into my core, an action th
at was driven by both
anger and pleasure. “
We believe mates are destined.”

My hips spun in restless circles as my body responded even while my mind fumed, wanting to duke it out with him.

“The second I smelled you
,
Chloe I knew it was you.” As if to prove his point, he ran his nose over my skin inhaling deeply. “You smelled like wolf. Like home.”

For a second, his grip
on me
weakened and I roared up, pushing him back and down under me. We were still joined at the pelvis and I pu
mped along his hard shaft, gasping when my clit hit his pubic bone. The coil inside me tightened with a quiver.

Jackson’s hands battled with mine as he
fought to regain his position.
I managed to evade his grip for several minutes
,
but
he
was faster and
caught me. He pulled out of me and spun me around on my knees so my bac
k was to him. Pushing me down
to the ground he entered me f
rom behind. I gasped as he took me. His strong and rough thrusts split
me open.

The cold earth scraped my shoulders, belly and breasts, scrubbing my nipples with a mix of pleasure and pain.
Jackson pinned my arms behind my
back, applying pressure to my wrists as if they were rein
s and I was a horse to be ridden
. My body rocked with the force of his thrusts and the
coil in my belly flexed
, almost ready to burst.

I pushed my hips back, slamming him just as hard as he slammed me. At one point I reared up like a cobra, seeking to head butt him with the back of my skull. He simply wrapped
one arm around my throat in a chokehold, pinning me against him, his cock still plunging in and out of my wet passage.

“You are mine.” He leaned down and bit the top of my shoulder. This was no gentle love bite, it was an attempt to
mark me, to claim me as his
. The moment his teeth drew blood, I came
with a howl, my insides spasming as pleasure pythoned its way through me. My body traced the outline of his cock,
gripping
him tight
until he howled his own climax
.

Even after our release, we stayed locked together. He held my hands pressed
into the small of my back while
also maintaining his hold at my throat. When I swallowed, I could feel his
arm on my neck. I
f he
squeezed
just
a little harder
,
  he would cut off my
oxygen. Our breathing was
labored
and we both sucked in air with ragged gasps
as if we’d just run a marathon.

Behind my eyelids, my wolf watched me with quiet interest. I couldn’t tell if she approved of  what had just happened or not. I mentally shrugged at her and she looked away, breaking eye contact. At first I thought she was shunning me
,
but then I realized something in the distance had caught her att
ention. A dark speck zoomed
toward us and when it came closer I gasped.

It was a wolf. A sable wolf with paw’s the size of a man’
s hands. Jackson’s wolf. In my
freaking
head.
Holy werewolf shit.

“Do you see it?” he asked me.

I nodded. “Yes. What does it mean?” How had I gone from no wolves to two dancing in my head in the span of a day?

“We belong to each other.” There was a note of satisfaction in his voice. “I can see your wolf now too.”

“Is this how
were
wolves do it? Through mind melding?”

“I don’t know. This is how it works in my pack
,
but you Hunstville wolves are different I think.” The pressure on my wrists eased. “If I let you go, will you stop trying to beat me up?”

His wolf smirked at
me as if daring me to try. M
y wolf growled at him in warning. I watched as he tried to look innocent and failed, much like a bad dog caught in the act. “I guess so.”

Jackson released me and I stood, stretching out the kinks of our love ma
king and fight match. He looked
me
over
with an appreciative
gleam in his
eye
s
. “You’re so beautiful
,
Chloe.”

I
rolled my eyes
.
Sweet talking would get him nowhere with me.
“
What now
? I changed. We’re in each other’s brains. Anything else on the werewolf agenda?”

“We go to Cal and give him your first kill. From the
re, we see what happens
.
No rush.
” His words were measured, careful. His eyes were tracking me again, like I was prey and he was trying to predict which way I would bolt.

I took a deep breath. T
he ache of our lovemaking throbbed between my legs. So much had happened, it made me dizzy to think of it all.
“
I like the idea of going at a snail’s pace.”
I definitely needed some time to adjust and get my head screwed on straight.
Maybe he was ready for happily-ever-after, but I
had some catching up to do.

He gave a curt nod. “Get your kill.”

I grabbed the rabbit by the ears and we walked through the forest toward Cal’s cabin. In one night
,
my life had forever changed. My wolf had come and given me a future I thought was lost.

Cal was sitting on the front porch of his wood cabin enjoying a morning smoke. At our appearance, he jumped up, cigar dangling out of his slack-with-shock mouth. He tracked
me with wide eyes as I walked across his front yard naked, streaked with dirt and a dead rabbit dangling from my hand. “Chloe?”