Wicked (7 page)

The sun rested on the horizon, glaring at her. No way would she be able to run back to Prince George in broad daylight. Wendy had promised to call her parents as soon as she reached Banff and then they would know she was all right. For now, the only way she’d be fine was if she slept.

Sitting in her fur, muscles growing heavier the longer she didn’t move
,
she stared at the undeveloped wilderness that spread out below her and stretched for miles beyond her vision. Her eyes burned.

Maybe a small cave.
There were rocky cliffs scattered along the river.
Just anywhere to lay her head for a few hours.
Exhaustion hit so hard that nothing else mattered.

There were no caves, but after an hour’s search a back wall of hard rock, with two boulders protecting her on either side, looked as good a cozy bed as anything she’d ever seen. Curling up in her fur, she crashed into a deep slumber.

Hours had to have passed. Waking up so stiff she’d swear she’d slept on pure rock, she blinked several times. Oh yeah…she had slept on rock. She stretched, stiff muscles crying out. Yawning, she inhaled a hell of a lot more than the smells of the great outdoors.

Werewolf.
And very, very close.

She jumped to her feet. Cold, fast-moving water, filled with fish that pranced without a care, tumbled over rocks several yards from her. A chilly white sky brought crisp air.
A damn near perfect day, kick-ass surroundings, enough food and shelter to make the place close to paradise.

Except she wasn’t alone.
Whoever it was better damned well show their face, and soon. She growled, just in case the ass thought they dealt with some helpless female. Maybe she’d been an exhausted one but right now she was more than ready to take on anyone with nerve enough to come on to her while she slept.

Sniffing the air, she looked above her. The largest
Cariboo
she’d ever laid eyes on sat on the rocks above her. Tall and proud, his chest broad with muscles rippling visibly under a thick white coat. He gazed over the land, surveying it like a king. Long, thick,
daggerlike
canines pressed against his lower lip.
The dangerous predator, confident and alert.

Jaynie’s
heart beat too hard to catch her breath. Slowly he lowered his head, meeting her gaze with piercing silver eyes. He returned her growl, the cocky low rumble sending hot tingles rushing through her.

Unable to move, her mouth went dry watching him stand, stretch slowly and begin descending the rocky terrain.

Run
!
Fucking run like your life depended on it
!

She sat wide-eyed, heat rushing through her while roped muscles flexed under his thick, coarse hair. Never had she laid eyes on a more beautiful creature.
So magnificent, with raw strength emanating from him.
God.
She swore his power had a scent all its own.

Perry moved over the rocks with little effort. Not even nature inhibited him. And he’d sat up
there,
keeping watch over her while she napped.
The protector, a dominant in the purest sense.
She should have known he’d be able to find her.

Finally able to regain control of her body and her senses, she jumped to her feet when he reached the flat slab of ground where she’d napped. His scent overwhelmed her, soaking through her, demanding her submission.

She let out a low growl.
That isn
’
t going to happen
.
Don
’
t think for a second I
’
m going belly
-
up for you
.

His growl vibrated the rock underneath her. Standing over her, he was fucking tall enough that she could have darted underneath his chest, raced through his legs and jumped to her freedom. Except for the long thick cock that hung between his hind legs, hard and aimed right at her. She swallowed the thickness in her throat and lifted her gaze to his face.

He leaned down, his thick tongue tracing a damp path over her head, down her cheek, those long thick teeth scraping through her fur. Slow and meticulous, he bathed her face, wiping the sleep from her eyes, taking care of her. She closed her eyes, lifting her face to allow the warmth of his tongue to brush over her fur. When he nudged her with the side of his head she almost stumbled to the side. His cheekbone was as large as the side of her head, and harder than the rock she stood on.

The reality of the amount of power he possessed excited and terrified her at the same time. With him standing over her, there was no way she could escape him. Anything he wanted right now, he’d take. His scent dominated with satisfaction, complete control. Any time now, he’d make her his. And in their fur, he wouldn’t ask first. The tension turned to fear.

Werewolves were so damned traditional. It sucked.
Cariboo
s
were more aggressive with their ways than other purebreds. And Perry was all
Cariboo
. He’d stood watch over her, like she belonged to him and he’d made sure no one disturbed her nap. No one had ever taken care of her like that before. And the security he offered her was more appealing than even the thought of that hard cock.

He nudged her again and she tripped over her paws, falling to her side. His long tongue swept over her side.

Damn it. She’d become his possession. Fucking in their fur would mate them harder and faster than any demand a pack leader could ever place on her. And the clarity that this was exactly what she’d dodged ever since her parents’ death hit her harder than anything she’d taken on in her life.

No
! She barked furiously, jumping to her feet. But there was nowhere to move where she could escape him. Her perfect haven of nestled boulders now served as a small prison.

You won
’
t trap me
.
I won
’
t be owned
.

She lunged at him, baring her teeth, all the while knowing in the back of her head that attacking him would be futile. She did it anyway. Perry sent her rolling backwards with a swift swipe of his paw.

Crumpled against a large rock, she blinked at the beautiful silver eyes that gazed down at her.
Such a perfect creature.
Powerful and strong, well built in either werewolf or human form.
And more fucking deadly than anyone she’d ever met in her life.

His chest broadened, flattening, hair receding, while his scent quickly changed. His hindquarters grew, becoming rounder, extending, until his front paws no longer touched the ground. Hair receded on his body while he slowly straightened.

“Change,” he told her in a thick rumble, speaking before his tongue had reshaped to human form.

So many smells from his emotions plunged through her while she embraced the metamorphosis, allowed her body to grow with his. The sweet pain plunged through her, muscles and bones altering shape while her heart slowed, altering the speed that blood pumped through her veins.

There were too many emotions. Not only the mixture of confidence and domination that she smelled from him, but her own emotions too. Changing from werewolf to human, suddenly mixing deeper thought with the more carnal raw sensations that still lingered deeply in her, the sudden sensation to cry ripped at her soul.

Everything was too intense. The urge to escape him, run hard and fast, make a break for freedom while it was still within her grasp, had her mind spinning.

“You pushed me away.” He stood naked before her now, magnificent, glistening skin covering corded muscle throughout his body.

“I don’t like being trapped.” Looking at him took too much from her, so many feelings hitting her at once, the once-closed book of a man now standing before her like a raw exposed nerve. It was damned unsettling.

Instead she searched where she’d napped, trying to remember where she’d put her clothes. Not that she was cold. It couldn’t be a more perfect day.

Perry turned away from her, jumping up the rocks as easily in his human form as he had in his werewolf form. Quickly reaching the perch where he’d watched over her, muscles bulged in his legs, over his ass and up his back when he picked something up off the ground.

“And that’s why you run, never staying in a pack that long, refusing to let anyone get close to you.” He walked back to her with the same smooth agility, carrying a blanket bundled in his arms.

“I enjoy freedom.”

“You’re free with me. Had I not maintained watch, the pack would have hauled you home.” He spread out the blanket, producing her clothes and his.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were going to do a few minutes ago.” She crossed her arms. No way would he get a thank-you out of her with that feeble comment. He wanted her to think she couldn’t make it without him.

“What was I going to do?” He sat down, then leaned back and squinted up at her.

Too many muscles and one hell of an impressive-looking cock made it hard to focus on her argument.

“You were going to fuck me.”

His cock stretched over his abdomen. “I still am.”

She blinked, forcing herself to look away, stare at unappealing rocks. It didn’t stop the quickly building pressure inside her, the urge to climb over him, impale herself with that magnificent cock.
God.
Even when he wasn’t bullying her, he still had the power to control her body.
And not just her body.
Her mind.
She wanted him. With every breath, she wanted him inside her, with her. Such raw power, his calm, controlled manner, his protective strength. There would be freedom with him. No one would ever try to run her life again.

“But in our fur…” Her thoughts were running together, pros and cons about being with him, running at his side, having him for a mate, were all overlapping.

“We would have mated,” he finished for her.

She met his gaze. His expression was intent, blue eyes devouring her. She sank into them, feeling like she was falling, rushing toward him. That’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted her as a mate!

Oh shit!

Her mouth went dry, every bit of her suddenly shaking like a leaf. The thought was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

“Mating is for a hell of a long time,” she whispered.

“For life,” he said, with such calm confidence that he made it sound almost appealing.

She licked her lips, her heart suddenly racing hard enough to bring on the change. His dominating manner appealed to her. Damn it. What was wrong with her? He held out his hand, reaching for her, not moving, not taking his gaze from hers.

“Come here,” he whispered, a rough, raw sound.

“I don’t think so.” This new sensation rippling through her needed time.

He moved faster than she anticipated. Grabbing her, his giant hand wrapped around hers, his touch rough against her skin. He tugged hard and she lost her balance. She fell onto him and he caught her, wrapping his arms around her. Muscle encased her and pure satisfaction oozed from his pores.

Dear Lord. Aggression like this had never turned her on so much. The way he took over, demanded that she be with him, made every inch of her tingle with raw energy.

“You need some serious housetraining,” she whispered.

The smile that appeared on his face should terrify her. “I’m already housebroken.”

“That’s a scary thought,” she muttered.

Muscle closed in around her as he rolled over, taking her with him until he was on top of her, crushing her against hard flat rock. Discomfort was the last thing on her mind.

His hands clawed through her hair, pinning her head so that she could only stare into his eyes. Holding himself off her by maybe a mere inch, he bit at her lower lip.

“You are not going to own me,” she whispered, the quick pinch he gave her with his teeth shooting like currents straight through her body to her cunt.

Thick, powerful legs spread hers apart. His cock poked hard and demandingly against her heat, teasing the shit out of her since she couldn’t move to do anything about it with him pinning her down like this.

“You don’t think you’re worthy of me?” His cockiness had a strong dominating scent to it.

She touched her lip with her tongue where he’d bitten her. Those lust-filled blue eyes of his lowered to watch the action. His blond curls fell around his face—such a fucking roguish
look
. God, he turned her on.

“You don’t even have a den.” What the hell was she thinking? She grasped at straws, and the crooked smile that crossed his face showed he saw that immediately.

“Pick any den you want, and it’s yours.”

Again he moved faster than she anticipated. He had her mind in such
a frenzy
, scraping for arguments, determined to show him that mating would make them both crazy. He scooped her off the ground, moving to his knees and bringing her up with him. With a quick solid movement he impaled her with his cock. The damn thing split her in two.

Her nails dug into his flesh, scraping over hard muscle while she threw her head back and screamed. He had her straddling him, holding on to her ass and lifting her then forcing her down on him. Every movement he controlled. It was all she could do to hold on while he sent an orgasm tearing through her too hard for her to breathe.

Her come dripped down her inner thighs, soaking both of them, filling the air around them with the thick, heady smell of sex. It intoxicated her, brought out the wild craving she so often held back. He wasn’t the only one who could be an animal in human form.

“Come on, wolf man,” she hissed through clamped teeth that threatened to grow and puncture her lips. “Prove you’re worthy.”

“You little bitch,” he snarled, his grin turning very dangerous.

God.
Could she handle all he dished out? She sure wanted to give it a try.

Tossing her off him and then grabbing her again before she could manage to get to her hands and knees, he flipped her over onto all fours. Before she managed to move, he’d grabbed her hair, holding on to it like the leash she knew he’d love to put on her.