WithHerHunger (2 page)
Authors: Lorie O'Clare
These males might not know it, but they were in fact giving
her a gift. For the first time since witnessing the horrific death of so many
lunewulf
she’d run with since birth, a distraction this intense would help cover the
thick smell of sadness that had loomed around her for too many days now. Mariah
let that be the reason. It sure smelled better than because she wanted this
male.
And damn, she was turned-on by all of that muscle and carnal
lust oozing from him.
She realized her eyes were closed and opened them, the side
of her neck and shoulder damp from him licking her.
Don’t think I can’t
outrun you.
I’ll catch you…again.
His large head bumped against
her then he stepped closer, pushing his large body alongside hers.
Mariah quickstepped to prevent from falling on her side. He
pressed into her again, and this time she did lose her balance. Instead of
landing on her side, she sat and let out a sharp bark.
If this happens, I call the shots.
The large Cariboo
lunewulf
was damn near on top of
her. Mariah felt heat radiating off his body. She swore if she focused she
would see steam lifting off his coat in the cold air. But all she saw when she
looked up was the male’s body as he started a lazy stroll around her. She
turned her head, unwilling to let him out of her sight. Her heart did a triple
beat when he grinned broadly at her.
Patronize me and I swear I’ll humiliate that male pride
of yours when I outrun your ass,
she snarled.
He was behind her and walked over her. Mariah was crushed to
the ground. Then he tugged on the fur at the back of her neck. The male didn’t
bite down hard enough to paralyze her, but he came real close to biting down on
the nerves that mothers bit on to control their cubs and carry them where they
needed them to be.
Hell would freeze over before this male would force her
submission and treat her like a helpless cub. She spun over, feeling his teeth
scrape into her flesh as she did. The sensations that rippled over her body
from his sharp teeth raking her skin numbed her mind. And caused her insides to
flip-flop with desire stronger than she’d ever experienced before. The smell of
lust was so thick it probably dripped in the air, if she could just focus well
enough to see it.
So he knew she wanted him. He was going to fuck her on her
terms and not bulldoze her like a brute.
Oh crap!
she howled when suddenly she was on her
back.
The Cariboo lowered his head, using his chin to press
against her belly. His front paws were on either side of her body. Mariah
looked down her body at his intense expression. He never quit looking at her as
he lowered his head until his hot breath scoured her pussy.
Mariah wasn’t sure if she raised her hips off the ground,
but the moment his tongue dipped into her heat, fire erupted throughout her so
hot it scalded her from deep in her womb all the way to her brain. An array of
colors enflamed before her eyes. Her pussy swelled and cream coated her inner
thighs. Her incredibly large male, with his rough, non-sophisticated ways, paid
meticulous attention to her body as his tongue performed magic. No one would
ever have made her believe any male had skills this good.
Her Cariboo
lunewulf
pushed her to the edge within
minutes. Her soaked heat was ready to explode and burn her alive. The smell of
their desire created an intoxicating scent that she breathed in and craved more
with each breath.
You’re going to come so hard for me
, he rumbled
against her trembling pussy.
Mariah blinked and tried to focus on him. She wanted to see
what he was doing. Her craving to come was too strong.
The moment new smells intruded upon her and her Cariboo’s
mixture of lust, Mariah exploded and came so hard she almost flew off the
ground. Strong paws pinned her to the ground.
Oh my God!
Her orgasm tore through her body.
Her Cariboo adjusted his large frame with ease she might
have wanted to see had she not been floating and coming again and again. Mariah
barely came down from an incredibly erotic experience when the male impaled
her. At the same time, a warm tongue stroked her oversensitive flesh.
There were more paws around her, holding her in place. Hot
breath scorched her flesh. Sharp teeth nipped at her skin.
Mariah was out of her head. Lust so thick it could be sliced
easily with a knife hung in thick layers in the air over her. She came again
when his thick, long cock thrust deep inside her.
In spite of her insistence that she howled how their fucking
would occur, Mariah didn’t mind when he flipped her over. Once again long teeth
nipped at her flesh. Hard bodies pressed against either side of her body. The
new smell in the air was now a warm shower of lust created by three powerful
males and her.
Her fantasies of more than one male drooling over her,
wanting her so badly she smelled their orgasm before they came, dimmed in
comparison to what she was experiencing now. Her large male impaled her pussy,
pushing deeper with each thrust. She howled and a gentle tongue stroked the
side of her face. She stumbled forward when her male increased the momentum and
another male braced her by standing in front of her.
The second her Cariboo swelled inside her, two tongues began
licking the sides of her face and along her neck. The other two were alongside
her. Her male mounted her from behind. Her male locked inside her and came,
growling fiercely over her.
When he pulled out, the second male glided inside her. Her
pussy was so hot, throbbing from incredible sex, and she was being fucked
again. It was incredible. Nothing had ever smelled better. Each thrust was
hotter than before. Mariah wasn’t sure she could handle all three, but her body
took the third one as eagerly as the second. They all held their own unique
scent. Mariah’s sex-filled aroma combined with the second male…then the third.
She’d never smelled anything better.
When it was over, she lay there, basking in the most
incredible sexual experience she’d ever had. Darkness settled in around her and
a small part of her brain told her she needed to return to her pack. There
weren’t a lot of them but possibly she would be missed.
Finally, Mariah stood and walked from the scene from where
she’d fucked three Cariboo
lunewulf.
As she descended the mountain, the
smell of her over-sized Cariboo male wrapped around her. Mariah glanced over
her shoulder. She searched the darkness, taking in each shape until identifying
it as a tree or boulder. No matter where she looked she didn’t see the male who
had first fucked her.
His scent continued with her until she reached the
fast-flowing river where she’d caught the two fish. Mariah walked toward it
then dived into the icy water and washed all proof from her body of the most
incredible sex she’d ever had. When she got out, shaking hard from the cold,
the smell of her large Cariboo was gone.
Chapter Two
Four days later, Mariah and her pack stopped again. There
was a different smell in the air tonight. Each time they’d quit running before,
they’d remained in their fur, taking time to change into their flesh and remove
the clothes they had bound around their necks and wash them in whatever stream
might be close by. Tonight, however, her pack changed into their flesh and
stayed that way. They had arrived just outside Prince George, a town where a
large
lunewulf
pack had agreed to allow Mariah and the other survivors
from Whitehorse to settle and build new dens. Their exodus had come to an end.
Mariah changed into her flesh just as two single males
rushed across the field. She spun around, her instincts still on high. They
weren’t as strong in her human form. However, sniffing the air got her a nose
full of surrounding emotions from members of her new pack. Arthur Fullest hadn’t
yet buttoned his jeans and his feet were bare as he ran toward Michael Ragston.
“I can smell the blood lust.” Farah Berg curled her toes and
grinned, her teeth still elongated and pressing against her lips. “The males
will be eager to fuck tonight,” she whispered.
Mariah finished yanking her tank top right side out before
pulling it over her head. Marcy Engel, Mariah’s cousin on her sire’s side,
shoved long strands of blonde hair behind her damp shoulder and looked at
Mariah. Her cousin was just eighteen, almost ready to run with the grown
lunewulf.
With their lives changing so drastically, there probably wouldn’t be an
induction into adulthood for her cousin.
Normally Marcy’s sire and mother would run with her to the
group of males and females who were unmated. The pack would all be there to
watch as the young female left her litter and broke into a run with the rest of
those unmated in their pack. However, all of them had run together for over a
week, and Marcy would join whichever group she wished. There was no one to
present her to the world as a single female ready to mate.
“Do we get males?” she mouthed.
A couple of weeks ago Marcy never would have dared ask such
a question. There wasn’t a male in their new pack good enough for Marcy. Mariah
didn’t see any males around her she would sniff after. None of them would
satisfy her.
Being in her fur for so long had been invigorating. Fucking
the three Cariboo
lunewulf
was an experience she would never forget.
Part of her wished she would see her Cariboo male again. His intense silver
eyes still burned in her brain. She could close her eyes and feel him buried
deep inside her.
She needed to get him out of her head. Worse yet, she needed
to quit getting wet every time she thought of him. Marcy might believe the
desire she smelled on Mariah was simply anticipation of invigorated males after
their fighting. The thought of taking on any of the males around her after
they’d attacked every other male they could in an effort to lay claim to the
title of pack leader did little for her.
But it was the process in creating their new pack. Mariah
was as anxious as everyone else to claim hunting ground and finally have a den
to call her own. They’d been in this valley surrounded by the Canadian Rockies
for only a few hours when the handful of
lunewulf
, who’d been sent into
Prince George had returned howling the good news.
All of them were in their flesh now. Happiness, lust and
excitement charged the night air as males and females of different ages began
to form a misshapen circle. Mariah walked a short distance through the litters
and stopped when she found a place where she could see the fighting everyone
else was watching.
Arthur raked thick, slightly changed fingernails across
Michael’s bare chest. The male howled in pain and fought to regain control of
the fight. Arthur punctured flesh and dark red blood smeared down Michael’s
front. The male jerked around, twisting his torso and struggling to get Arthur
off his back. Arthur was more muscular but he didn’t have shit for brains.
Mariah hadn’t realized either of them had escaped the fire. Neither of them had
ever smelled that compelling. She watched, mildly interested until the smell of
warm, fresh blood tickled her senses.
Instead of it forcing her attention to the fight, it sparked
her insides to life and she imagined running back through the mountains until
she found her Cariboo male. It had been tough leaving that next morning,
several mornings ago, which had made her smell foolish. Fortunately everyone
around her had been busy preparing for the day’s run and had given her little
attention. It was possibly the only advantage to being in a pack where she
barely knew anyone. Everyone she used to run with every night was dead. But
when they were alive, Mariah and her friends would howl about the males and
females who would casually fuck someone without caring how they smelled. At
least she’d leapt deep into the incredibly cold mountain river to wash and rid
herself of the three males’ scents.
Although sometimes she swore she still smelled her Cariboo
lunewulf
.
No one commented, so she was safe. If any of these strangers had smelled a male
on her, they would have questioned if she were mated. Once they sniffed out the
truth, they would howl to each other about it and her reputation would be
tarnished. All single males with no scruples would chase after her, thinking
she would lift her tail for anyone.
There was always howling of male and female
lunewulf
fucking
other
lunewulf
without intentions of sniffing them out again. Their laws
and traditions might be to the letter and antiquated, but that had never
stopped the promiscuity. Maybe not all but some single males and females
ignored the law stating once a male and female had sex together in their fur,
they were mated for life.
I can smell him even now
, she caught herself growling
under her breath.
It was true though. Their traditions mentioned that if a
male and female had sex, and they loved each other, their scent would never
wash off the other. Well, she certainly didn’t love this Cariboo male. Hell,
she didn’t even know his name. Mariah understood why his scent lingered ever so
slightly on her. It was because she kept thinking about him. The other two
males’ scents were no longer on her. As erotic as it had been having three
males fuck her, only one of them had truly captured her attention.
Mariah caught herself staring at the mountains to the north
from where they’d run. She returned her attention to the fight when Arthur
grabbed Michael’s arm, pulling until it snapped free from the socket.
“Owww,” Michael wailed, his voice sounding inhuman when his
body fought to defend itself by taking on its more powerful form.
Mariah had grown up with these two males, and although they
were all of age now, neither appealed to her. The fighting would continue
though. Their pack needed a leader, and until one was selected, many of them
would seriously hurt each other and some might die.
Lunewulf
had
accelerated metabolisms, though, and healed quickly. There was always the
chance a neck would be broken, in which case the
lunewulf
would die. No
lunewulf
could recover from a broken neck.
