Wicked (3 page)

He smelled her defiance at the same time she made a bolt for the door—but not fast enough.

Perry dove on her, crashing to the floor with her soft body smashed underneath him.

“Shit,” she hissed.

His cock nudged against her ass. Her jeans were pulled up although she hadn’t zipped them, and she’d yet to bother with her shirt. Getting dressed had been a ploy. She wanted to escape, return to her fur and be gone. That didn’t explain why she had come though.

“Leaving so soon?” he whispered into her hair.

She stilled.

Lifting the two of them up, he kept a firm grip around her naked waist, her large breasts almost touching his arm while he kicked the door shut.

“I don’t think so,” he told her.

She dared look over her shoulder, twisting her body against his.
Firm and soft in all the right places.
Damn it. It was a fight to keep all the blood in his body from draining straight into his cock.

“And are you a rapist as well?” Her blue eyes danced with defiance.

He almost shook his head with disbelief at her lack of fear and her outward cockiness.

“It’s pretty hard to rape the willing.”

She raised an eyebrow, twisting a bit harder in his arms. He really didn’t want to let her go. Not that he would let her know how long it had been since he’d been with a female, or how hard she made him by twisting in his arms like that.
Especially without her shirt on.

“Do you use the money you make tracking werewolves to buy your sex?”

Now she did intentionally insult him. He smiled, knowing it probably looked more like a sneer. “If you didn’t come here to sell yourself then maybe you should start behaving.”

She moved quickly, doing her best to elbow him in the gut and kick his leg at the same time.

“Behave?” she hissed. “But I thought
Cariboo
liked it rough.”

“You couldn’t handle what I like,” he growled.

Grabbing her arms, he pinned them behind her back, while shoving his leg between her legs. She couldn’t move. Her hair fanned over her large breasts. Her body stretched out before him. But she stilled quickly. Either realizing how grossly outmatched she was, or contemplating what kind of sex he did like.

“Why did you follow me?” he asked.

“Because I want to track werewolves too.”

Another lie.

He didn’t rely on her physical reactions to his questions as much as he did her scent. The saltiness of her lie didn’t hide the pungent smell of her sexuality.
Him
holding her like this, or maybe it was just the excitement of an unknown
Cariboo
, turned her on.

Either way, he was intrigued. She’d dared to follow him, take him on. For all practical purposes, she broke every rule held over a single bitch by the pack.

“I think,” he said slowly, pulling slightly on her wrists so that she arched her back further. He cupped her chin with his free hand, turning her face to his. “You’ll stay here with me until I hear the truth.”

“The truth?” she
whispered,
the slightest hints of silver streaking through her large blue eyes as she stared up at him.

“Why are you here?”

Her breasts swelled with each breath she took, her brown nipples so hard they puckered into beautiful peaks. The shirt she’d gripped in her hands fell to the floor between them. He ignored the small action, her ripening smell of desire proving too much of a distraction.

“To learn more about you,” she whispered. “But if you don’t think I could handle you then you doubt my ability to handle any werewolf.”

“I’m not any werewolf,” he growled.

“You could be handled.”

“By you?”

She bit her lip, looked up at him quickly, and the fire burning inside her made her expression glow. “I can handle anything.”

Chapter Three

Jaynie’s
phone vibrated against her leg. She tensed, watching the
Cariboo
, Perry, while hard muscle hit every
overstimulated
nerve ending in her body. Whoever called her right now wouldn’t be bearing good news. Not at this hour.

“Not every day someone calls your bluff?” she chided him.

A nerve twitched next to his mouth. Silver suddenly shot through his deep blue eyes. His blond hair curled around his neck, ending at his shirt collar. Deadly looking and fucking hot as hell.

Then his cell phone rang, a loud chirping sound, and she almost had a heart attack.

“Yes,” he said in a deep baritone into the cell.

The male voice on the other end of the line tickled her ear. Perry held her close, but making out what was said was impossible. Her phone vibrated again.

“Her name is Jaynie Rousseau?” His grip on her tightened and she froze.

Why the hell would he be getting a call about her?

“Yup.
I agree.” He grew before her eyes, anger filling the air around them. “I’ll find her.”

A deadly silence filled the room when he dropped his phone on the table. Her phone began vibrating a third time. Anything was better than smelling the fury that emanated around him.

“My phone is ringing.” She struggled but he released her easily.

No way would he intimidate her, but getting a phone call about her didn’t sit well with her. She trembled as she dug her phone out of her jeans pocket.

“Hello.”

“Jaynie.
Oh God. I’ve been trying to call you,” Wendy wailed into the phone.

Jaynie forced a small laugh. Her cousin didn’t need any stress from her. “I’m okay. I had to allow the change before I could answer,” she lied, closing her eyes. Her cousin didn’t need to know where she was right now. “How are you?”

“Samantha Rousseau is here.”

Well, it hadn’t taken long for their queen bitch to make it over to Wendy’s den. She exhaled, doing her best to clear her head for her cousin’s sake.

“Good. I’ll be there soon.”

“I was so worried about you. I mean…Steve…they caught him doing something terrible.”

“I know, Wendy. I know.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I told you I’d go find him.”

Someone spoke in the background, another female, and Wendy whispered that she had Jaynie on the phone now.

“Jaynie.
I can’t stay here. I called my sire. I’m going home to my den,” Wendy told her in a rush. “This den is dead to me. I don’t care if you stay here. Samantha will talk to you about it. She has to talk to her mate.”

It was like all the walls in that small cabin suddenly closed in around her. Her cousin was no longer mated and chose to return to her den, which was her right. That left her alone. Already the leash reached for her. Johann had called out his tracker. He’d called Perry. And she would be brought in for her pack leader to determine what to do with her. Single bitches had less freedom than a fucking slave.

“I understand,” she managed to choke out.

“I love you, Jaynie,” Wendy whispered.

“I love you too.”

She almost crushed her phone in her hand, fighting the urge not to hurl it across the room. The death of a scumbag werewolf had stolen her freedom. And the werewolf holding the leash stood right behind her.

“Jaynie Rousseau,” he said from behind her.

What the hell was she supposed to do, deny who she was?

“You asked why I came here,” she said, turning around until she found her shirt on the ground. Grabbing it, she stuck her arms in the sleeves and then slipped it over her head. “I came here because I could. To be able to run, explore, take on the unknown—that can’t ever be taken from you. You turn me in to Johann and it will be taken from me.”

“And that’s what you think I’ll do?”

“Isn’t it?”

He didn’t answer. And when she looked up, questioningly, the intensity of his stare stole her breath.
Cariboo
were known for their height, their powerful muscle tone, but this werewolf was bigger than any she’d ever laid eyes on. More than likely he had a perfect track record, turning over any renegade werewolf whose name appeared on his list.

“You shouldn’t have come here.” He took a step toward her, filling the small space in the cabin with his overbearing presence.

Already her freedom crept away from her.

“Then you should let me go,” she suggested.

Pulling her gaze from his might help her clear her head long enough to figure out how to get the hell out of there.

“Would you rather one of the other unmated
Cariboo
living out here had found you?” he growled.

“That wouldn’t have happened.”

“You were out running by yourself.”

“Don’t lecture me.” She turned toward the door, the broken doorframe and useless lock twisting her insides with trepidation, a reminder of his raw, unbridled strength. Nothing would stop this
Cariboo
.

“Walk out that door and I’ll catch you. And if we’re in our fur…”

The small hairs on her neck spiked to attention. A tickle rushed down her spine.

“Don’t threaten me either.”

His tone deepened, his words sending chills rushing through her. “You know what will happen.”

She reached for the doorknob. He bluffed. “You wouldn’t turn me over to our pack leader after fucking me.”

“It would have nothing to do with turning you over to Johann.”

Her heart pounded so hard she couldn’t move. Every breath she took smelled of him. His lust filled the space between them. Or was it hers?

“Why?” Her voice cracked. Heat rushed through her with enough intensity to make her stagger. “Why would you chase me down?”

“Because I want to.”

Jaynie didn’t move. She sucked in a breath, a deep
one,
her shoulders lifted and fell slightly. Long blonde hair streamed down her back, ending right above her ass.
A perfect fucking ass.
God damn.
His cock swelled at the thought of burying himself deep in that tight hole.

He would deal with Johann later. That didn’t bother him. He didn’t answer to the
lunewulf
. Jaynie might be frightened about what the pack leader would do to her but for now, here with
him,
he would give her what he knew she wanted.

The smell of her lust dripped off her.

“Turn around, Jaynie,” he ordered.

She moved slowly, hesitation warring within her. That in
itself
told him she wasn’t a slut. Running alone would give her that reputation. But she’d told him, and he believed it—she craved freedom.

She craved him too, and that much he would give her.

Her tongue darted over her lips when she moved slightly, not completely facing him. But enough movement to ensure him that what he smelled on her was accurate.

He’d explode if he waited any longer.

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her to him, his hand tangling in her hair, pulling her head back. She opened her mouth, making eye contact with him just before he impaled her mouth with his tongue.

God, she was fucking hotter than he’d imagined. Muscles hardened throughout his body painfully, his brain boiling with a lust that had remained bridled way too long. Wrapping his arms around her, he crushed her against him, inhaling her scent.

And she didn’t resist. Not that he thought she would. But instead her hands pushed against his chest, working their way up to his shoulders. Holding on to him, her small fingers dug into his flesh, clinging to him while she opened for him.

Fire rushed through his veins, the change bordering on the edge of his reality while he tugged at her shirt, almost ripping it from her body.

“Shit,” she whispered, her breathing hard.

She looked up at him with almost silver eyes, her teeth extended slightly. Her blonde hair fell wildly around her, swaying over her shoulders and past her breasts as she panted.

“Okay, wolf man.” She reached for him, grabbing his shirt and pulling it just as hard from his body as he’d done to her.

Blood pumped more furiously through his veins.

“Little bitch,” he growled.

She would put him over the edge, beyond the ability to control his actions.

Running her fingers over his chest hair, she exhaled. His mind fogged, his vision altering from blurred to grossly acute while the animal in him begged to surface. He trembled when she reached for his jeans, her fingers fire against his skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” she breathed when she released his cock.

Her singing his praises almost made him
explode
. But when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, his world spun around him perilously.

“Come here,” he growled, barely able to speak.

Taking her by the back of the neck, he led her to his bed, shoved in the corner of his cabin. He pushed her down, although she hardly fought him, her eagerness fueling his desire for her.

She was
lunewulf
,
a fading whisper in the back of his brain reminded him. Smaller, petite, possibly not physically capable of taking all he wanted to give her. It was a whisper easy to ignore, and his brain boiled with so much need to pound into her that he barely gave the words of warning any thought.

“Get out of those jeans,” he ordered, grabbing his cock and squeezing his shaft, fighting for some semblance of control.

What a hot fucking body, so limber and petite. But she had a muscle tone that appealed to him, her strength noteworthy for her size. Slender hips and full breasts, a flat, hard tummy and that smooth, sweet, shaved pussy. God, she was more than fucking perfect.

Shoving his jeans down his legs, he climbed out of them quickly while watching her ass appear before him when she struggled to undress on his bed.

And then he was on top of her, feeling the softness of her body, the gentle curves and sweet scent that exploded from her body as she spread her legs. Wrapping them around his thighs, her muscles shivered against him. Small fingers traced wicked patterns over his chest, up around his shoulders.

“Think you can handle me?” she purred, her voice thick with lust.