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If she had any clue how that look made his heart pound and his insides turn to fire, he was in deep shit. “No wonder your littermates keep you under lock and key. You are nothing but trouble, little bitch.”

“I’m in trouble?” Her amusement smelled as sweet as her lust. “Are you going to spank me?”

Picturing her ass red with his handprint on it about made his cock explode. “Not with your clothes on,” he growled.

She took a step backward and her hair pulled forward, still tangled in his hand and falling slowly from his fingers like black silk. She didn’t take her eyes off his as she reached for her shirt and then slowly pulled it over her head. All of that long black hair of hers tumbled down her front as she stretched her arms over her head and balled her shirt into her hands.

Her breasts were large, almost too large for her small frame. He knew she wore baggy clothes to hide them and that her shirts made her look heavier than she was. Her ribs pressed against her skin and her flat tummy stretched, showing off how firm and well-toned her body was.

It was a perfect package. A spunky little bitch , fire burning inside her with passion and willingness to take on life. She was happy, willing to accept a challenge and not afraid to walk with danger. On top of having a perfect personality, her body was breathtaking. Her white cotton bra barely contained her breasts. The material glowed against her dark skin. It was a damned good thing her eyes were closed because she’d probably laugh at him if she saw him drooling like a starved pup.

Erin dropped the shirt to the floor and held her hands over her head for a moment, opening her eyes slowly while she continued stretching in front of him.

His arousal had him too hard to keep the change completely dormant inside him.

His heart pounded, pumping blood in his veins almost too fast for his human body to handle. His teeth pressed against his gums and his muscles grew, making his clothes feel way too tight and confining. There was no way he’d encourage her to rush her striptease for him though. Some torture was worth enduring.

“Like what you see, wolf man?” she purred, her lips looking pouty when she closed them over her teeth, which had also grown just a bit.

“You know I do.”

She smiled and her sharp teeth glowed in the darkness. Slowly she lowered her arms, stroking her body with her hands. She held her breasts, her small hands barely covering them, and squeezed slightly. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, fighting to maintain control as she taunted him with her partially naked body. She ran her 55

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fingertips down her ribs, over her stomach until she reached the top button of her jeans.

He licked his lips, following the movement while his cock throbbed painfully against his own jeans.

“Want to see more?” she asked.

“Take everything off.”

She growled deep in her throat, swaying slightly, moving her hips back and forth to a silent rhythm that matched the primal pounding of his heart. His mouth went dry when she unzipped her jeans and then pushed them down her hips. She took a moment to slide out of her shoes and socks, kicking them to the corner of the room before turning around and bending over. She pushed her jeans to her ankles. The little bitch didn’t have on any underwear.

His cock screamed at its confinement in his jeans while all blood drained from his head. His little temptress had a body that would put him on his knees within minutes.

More than he needed to breathe, he needed to bury himself deep inside her, feel her heat wrapped around him, let her hot come cling to his cock.

“God damn.” He couldn’t think, could barely fucking move. “Stay just like that.”

He took a step forward, feeling the pain in his groin when he moved but enduring it while grinding his teeth to keep sane. With little effort, she could completely control the moment. Yet he saw how much she ached to please him. The wildness that burned inside her needed taming. Although with the way she bent over her bed, brushing her hair to the side in an effort to see him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to change a damned thing about her.

“What are you going to do?” The excitement in her voice added to her sultry tone.

“You’ll find out.” He had plenty in mind, if he could move without exploding.

He pressed his hand against the small of her back, just above her perfectly round ass, and with a quick movement, Juan used his other hand to unsnap her bra. She gasped when it sprang free, the straps sliding off her shoulders. Her full, round flesh appeared as the material slid to the bed.

The more he moved, the easier it became to do so. He raised her arms so that he could pull the bra from her then let it fall to the floor on top of her shirt. She stayed where she was, naked and bent over her bed. He ran his fingers down her spine and she shivered, sucking in a breath. Running his palm over the smooth curve of her behind, he then gave her ass a quick slap.

“Oh shit.” The smell of her lust exploded in the room.

He slapped the other side of her ass. The sound of his hand hitting her warm flesh was as fucking hot as the way she quivered. Her legs parted, giving him a better view of the black, nicely trimmed hair that covered her pussy. Her dark skin around her ass puckered, and the small, tight hole was an invitation that made his cock swell to the point where he’d do himself damage if he didn’t allow it some freedom.

“I don’t want you to move. Not an inch.”

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“I won’t.”

He walked over to her dresser and leaned against it, then pulled off one boot, then the other. She strained to see him, lifting her head and stretching while her dark eyes glowed in the darkness.

“I told you not to move.”

Her head dropped to the bed. “Well then, tell me what you’re doing,” she suggested.

“Just stay put. We’ll get you to the point where you can follow my lead without your curiosity getting you in more trouble.”

He loved her frustrated sigh and was glad she actually obeyed and didn’t move so she wouldn’t see him smile. Pushing Erin beyond her normal comfort zone was one hell of a turn-on. And the sweet smell of her lust dripped so heavily in the air he knew she got off obeying him.

His cock danced with satisfaction when he unzipped his jeans and peeled them down his legs. His underwear went next and then his shirt. Since she was completely naked, he wanted the same and pulled off his socks, then piled his clothes all in one spot. Even though she had his insides on fire, he wanted his clothes where he could get to them if he needed to dress quickly once her littermates came home. Although he prayed they stayed in town for a while and burned off some steam. He wanted plenty of time to enjoy every inch of his little bitch.

“You’re doing very well,” he told her, content his clothes were where they could be reached easily and returning to stand behind her. He grabbed his cock, stroking it slowly and adoring the roundness of her ass and the narrow curve of her back.

“Touch me or something. I’m going nuts being like this with you just watching.”

“Are you?” He wanted her dripping wet when he impaled her. “I rather like you bent over like that.”

She shook her ass in frustration. “Prove to me how much you like it.”

He brought his hand down on her ass again, just a bit harder than he had before. It made a cracking sound, and she jumped, letting out a cry that sounded like she’d come.

“Juan,” she begged, twitching her ass faster.

“You’re going to prove to me that you can follow instructions.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing at the moment. It will take time, Erin. Time and trust will allow you to let me lead. Once you’re there, you won’t jump to act without consulting me first.”

She sighed loudly. “I’m sorry I moved the dresser without asking first. Okay?”

She’d say anything right now. He knew that. But he believed her—believed that she wanted to please him. And she wanted to be fucked, needed him inside her as desperately as he needed to be there. He ran his hand over her rear end, feeling how hot the skin was there.

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“This isn’t about the dresser.”

“Then what?”

“You’ve never submitted before, Erin. You told me before that you ran out and fucked werewolves you didn’t know. You sought relief. What we’re going to share will be more than relief.”

She turned her head slightly, straining to see him. “Don’t think I don’t know how this position is driving you nuts, Juan. If you want to think of me as submissive because my ass is in the air, then whatever gets you hard, wolf man. Now fuck me.”

She collapsed on the bed, giggling and turning from him when he lunged at her.

“Don’t,” she cried out, laughing and dodging when she guessed she’d be spanked even harder for her outburst.

Juan grabbed her, forcing her to her knees and spreading her legs as he pushed her onto the bed. She was on all fours, her ass facing him, and the rich smell of her cunt hit him like a serious drug. His cock weighed a thousand pounds hanging hard and ready between his legs. Fire burned inside his chest, shooting down his arms and legs.

He couldn’t count how many willing bitches had turned into submissive and passive partners under his command. But Erin, just as she’d described it—assuming the position—didn’t have a passive bone in her body. Something more raw and untamed than any emotion he’d ever experienced swelled inside him. He didn’t want to beat her into submission. Not at all. Erin being just the way she was appealed to him just fine.

Juan held on to her legs, forcing her to stay on her knees, spread open before him as she knelt at the edge of the bed. He ran his tongue over her heat. Rich, thick cream coated her pussy, soaked her inner thighs and filled his mouth with a taste sweeter than anything he’d ever had before.

“God, you taste good,” he whispered against her flesh, and devoured her like a starving man.

“Oh hell yeah. Don’t you dare stop.” She arched into him, scooting to give him better access and one hell of an incredible view.

He laughed in spite of himself. “Still trying to give orders,” he told her.

“I can’t help it. Please don’t stop.”

He spread her apart with his fingers, suddenly anxious to take her over the edge, please her better than any other werewolf had ever pleased her. Just those simple words, her admission that she was who she was but still eager to give him what he wanted, gave him more pleasure than he thought it would. The clean smell of happiness mixed with their lust, adding yet another scent to the air. If Erin noticed it, she didn’t say anything. And he wasn’t sure how he’d explain himself if she did.

He ran his tongue over her hard clit and then sucked on it gently, rubbing his tongue over the sensitive, swollen flesh. He held on to her when she yelped and jumped from his intimate touch. Incredible energy rushing inside him had him teetering on the edge between human and werewolf. His extended teeth scraped over her flesh. She 58

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cried out, her entire body quivering, and he thrust his tongue as far into her pussy as he could go when she exploded, soaking his face with her come.

Rich and creamy and so fucking hot, Erin’s orgasm was as wild and out of control as she was. He wouldn’t want her any other way.

Her body convulsed and he held her legs firmly, preventing her from collapsing on the bed as he moved up to her tight ass. Gently stroking it with his fingers, he moistened it, loving how she moaned in delight as he tortured the sensitive flesh and lubricated it with her come.

His altered senses made it easier to see her in the dark room. Nonetheless, he ached to enjoy her more, to be able to watch her body react to him as well as smell her emotions and feel the softness of warm flesh.

“Come here.” He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her backward.

“What?” She sounded disoriented.

Her face was flushed and her hair fell wildly over her shoulders, covering her breasts and her back when she looked up at him.

He moved the curtains, opening them and allowing the moonlight to fill the room.

Her cheeks glowed with sensuality and silver streaked over her black eyes like uncontrollable lightning covering a night sky.

“I want to see you.”

“Then let’s turn on the light.”

“No. The moonlight is perfect. You are so beautiful under it.”

Her expression softened and she stared up at him for a moment. “Juan,” she whispered, and he felt the mood in the room change the second she did.

Cupping her cheeks, he lowered his mouth to hers, taking his time and kissing her slowly and thoroughly. She let out a cry that matched how she’d sounded when he’d impaled her cunt with his tongue. Never had kissing a bitch done so much for him.

He stroked her shoulders, learning every muscle and every bone under her smooth, warm skin. Then he cupped her breasts. They were heavy, full and firm. Her nipples puckered against his palms, growing and hardening while he caressed her.

Erin captured more than his need to physically have her. He wanted her mind, her soul, and he wanted her to know him as well. His heart swelled, filling his chest with a pressure that matched the pain in his cock. This little bitch was claiming him, and not just the right to fuck him when the need arose. He wanted Erin. Yes. She was wild and undisciplined, without a passive bone in her body. And she was the most perfect fucking female he’d ever met.

“I need you,” he admitted, and wondered if she understood how much.

“Same here.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. It was a perfect fucking fit. He pressed into her pussy, burying himself in her heat. He adjusted her and slid 59

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even deeper until her pussy closed around his cock, soaking him with moist heat that stole his ability to think straight.

He thrust with his hips and dove deep into her pussy, inhaling the rich, musky scent that built between them. Soaked muscles, fucking millions of them, convulsed and throbbed around his shaft as she sucked him in deeper, wrapping around him and caressing him with a fire he doubted would ever be put out.