Far From Innocent (21 page)

She yelped at him and then let her head fall back.

I doubt you’re complaining. You look too beautiful when you come to be miserable,
he growled
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Erin made a feeble attempt to move and yelped again. That’s when he heard what she’d heard. He’d been so lost in her scent, in watching her explode and tasting her 109

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come on his face that he hadn’t heard the cell phone ringing. He glanced at their pile of clothes as it continued chirping. The last thing he wanted was an interruption from anyone.

Worry sprinkled in the air. Juan moved over Erin, licking her face until the scent went away. He knew the meaning of the call without looking to see who called. It was their warning. Their uninterrupted time was limited.

Juan wouldn’t run though. No one would stop him from taking what he wanted.

He ran his tongue over her cheek, down her neck, stroking her fur, relaxing her. A growl rippled through her. Her scent ripened again. She turned underneath him and this time he let her move.

Erin stood, taking her time as if her legs were wobbly. Her expression showed her satisfaction in coming for him though. Pride burst inside him. For a moment, she leaned against his chest. In their fur, he was head and shoulders taller than she was, and possibly a hundred pounds heavier. Anything he wanted from her, he would take. She wouldn’t fight him, wouldn’t tell him no. He’d laid his claim, made his mark and wrapped her with his scent. And she’d marked him with her scent as well. In the simplest terms, which was how his thought pattern worked at the moment, she was his bitch and he was her male.

And right now, he needed inside her. Juan gave her the moment she needed to gather her strength. His cock demanded attention though. If he stood there another minute with her brushing against him, inhaling her on every breath, he’d go mad. It was his turn for release.

Now, Erin. I have to have you now.
His growl was more like a rumble in his throat but she turned, understanding.

There was no more waiting. The human side of him, buried in the back of his mind, warned him their time was limited. And he wanted every minute they had.

Moving around her, Juan rose on his hind legs. Muscles stretched in his body and the hardness of his cock made it difficult to move. There were tender spots all over him from wounds still mending, but they were trivial to the pain of need that coursed through him.

Erin turned, glancing over her shoulder just as he came down on top of her. He grabbed her with his front paws, wrapping his legs around her waist and then thrust his cock under her tail. He was hard, swollen and too anxious. She barked her complaint when he missed his target.

She wanted him. His little bitch was impatient. Sexy as hell, but demanding. He loved it.

He slipped off her, circling her quickly and lapping at her pussy when she raised her tail for him. She was fucking soaked as hell.

Erin kept her tail raised and arched her back, teasing him while her scent drenched the air. He would be drunk off it at this rate. Once again he mounted her, and she growled, her weight almost giving out underneath him. If she thought threatening him 110

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would make him get his aim right, they would start working on her manners immediately.

He rumbled the warning, just to make sure she knew.
Hold still and trust me—you
won’t be complaining when I’m done.

The tip of his cock pressed against her pussy. Smoldering humidity swelled against his shaft. His eyes rolled back in his head. He thrust forward, knowing before he entered her that she’d be tight enough to suffocate him. He couldn’t wait!

Holding on to her with half his strength, trying not to hurt her while he pushed forward, Juan slipped inside her. She contracted around his shaft, her tight pussy clinging to him as if she never wanted him to leave.

He wasn’t fucking going anywhere. One more quick thrust and he filled her. Erin collapsed. He caught himself, managing to stay inside her and not crush her at the same time. She was so tight that her pussy almost squeezed the life right out of him.

Damn. He’d never experienced anything so hot, so fucking perfect, so incredibly sweet in his entire life. It took a moment before he could move.

You’ve never taken a werewolf in his fur before, have you?
And that knowledge made his heart swell so that it hurt. Juan held on to many of the old werewolf traditions. Call it good breeding, how he’d been raised. He had no problem with casual, consensual sex with single bitches. Sex before mating was commonplace around the world. But fucking in their fur, in their purest state when the most basic instincts and emotions prevailed, meant one thing and one thing only.

Erin was now his mate. And werewolves didn’t get divorced.

The fact that she’d never taken a werewolf before like this showed him what he already knew to be true—Erin accepted him, wanted him as badly as he needed her.

And God, he prayed she loved him.

He moved in deeper, filling her, enjoying her heat and the way her vaginal muscles stroked and caressed him, encouraging him in farther. When he’d filled her, given her all that he had, he held still for a moment, giving her time to get accustomed to his size.

Breathe, sweet little bitch. You’re going to come even harder for me this time.

Erin looked over her shoulder, her hooded gaze almost shy. She’d fallen to her side with one of her hind legs raised to ease his entrance. She stretched her front paw, as if she tried to reach for him but her current form wouldn’t allow her to do it. Her yelp was a plea, begging him to continue, to give her what he promised.

There was no way he could deny her a thing. His heart was burning, heat filling not only his cock but every inch of him. He started fucking her, gliding in and out of her until the heat inside him was out of control. She opened her mouth, panting hard while her eyes glowed with passion.

He moved faster, building momentum, and slowly began swelling inside her. It forced him to pace himself. He wouldn’t hurt her. The experience of their first time in their fur had to be perfect for her. It meant more to him that she howl her pleasures and 111

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crave it again than it did coming inside her. And slowing seemed to do the trick. Her muscles quivered around his shaft. She trembled, letting out several quick yelps while she attempted to turn underneath him. No way was she moving anywhere.

Her pending orgasm threatened to push her over the edge. He sensed it in her. And she fought to keep control, struggling underneath him. Letting go didn’t come naturally to Erin. Up until him, sex with werewolves had been an escape—something she’d always been in control of. She would surrender completely to him. He saw it in how she panted, how her glazed eyes glowed, how her entire body stiffened underneath him.

And then she stretched, yanking his cock along with her. Her pussy constricted, and then soft, soaked muscles quivered and vibrated until he couldn’t take it any longer. Her orgasm took him over the edge. It was too much. Not once had a bitch made him come by exploding around him.

He pumped everything he had into her, swearing as he stared down at her that he’d never seen a more satisfied smile in his entire life. She took all he had, and his heart too.

Maybe she hadn’t ever fucked a werewolf in his fur before, but little Miss Erin sure knew how to bring him to his knees, and she looked damned proud of herself when he crushed his weight on top of her.

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He’d fucking split her in two. Erin was sure of it beyond any doubt. It would take weeks before she’d walk normally again. And he seemed damned proud of the fact that he’d rendered her incapacitated. What amazed her more than anything was that in spite of the fact that she could feel him clear up to her throat, fucking had never felt so damned good.

Erin lay there, feeling his heart pound inside him while he rested on top of her, and listened to her own heartbeat too. Their rhythms matched each other. Even his cock pulsed inside her. Not once had she imagined it would be like this.

When she’d been younger, still in Malta, she’d heard the older bitches whisper the warnings. Taking a werewolf in their fur mated them, no matter what a den might say.

And it was often painful the first time. A male was so much larger than a female in their fur.

But it hadn’t hurt. No matter that fire burned inside her with enough intensity she wasn’t sure it would ever go out, taking Juan like this was the most incredible experience she’d ever had. It took a lot of effort on her part, but she raised her head and ran her tongue against his hard cheek.

Juan opened his eyes and stared down at her. She licked him again, inhaling his masculine scent.
You’re mine, wolf man. You better realize that.

Not that she’d trick him into sticking to tradition. But the way he grinned at her, showing off some incredibly dangerous-looking teeth, relaxed all her fears. And it did a hell of a number on her insides.

Her vision blurred, and she relaxed against the cool, hard ground, the contrast of his hot body on top of her and the cold underneath her helping her gain her wits.

Damn.

Juan was beyond incredible.

She closed her eyes, feeling his muscles twitch throughout his body. If only this could last forever. Just being here with him, smelling him, feeling him—inside and out.

Everything right now was perfect.

What would it take to keep it this way?

And did Juan want it kept this way?

Please love me as much as I love you.

A cell phone buzzed, and she jumped. Juan looked over toward their pile of clothes.

He was still buried deep inside her, too swollen to pull out. And she didn’t want him to go anywhere. But that was the second phone call. They were being warned. Their 113

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damned dens were interfering with her happiness and both of them could go rot. She didn’t want to be bothered.

Glaring at the pile of clothes, she made them move over the phone, using her gift to stifle the sound of the ring.

Juan turned and looked down at her, the rumble in his throat sounding like a reprimand. But his eyes danced with amusement. The way he looked down at her almost made her come again and she trembled. It was a damned good thing they were in their fur or she was sure she’d be blushing like a fool.

Juan gave her a sloppy kiss, running his wet tongue over her face. She shook her head, barking at him, but she laughed inside. It didn’t matter what their dens thought.

Erin was his bitch now. And he was her werewolf. They could take on the lot of them and tell them where to stick it. Together they could handle anything. That was all that mattered.

It took several more minutes before Juan slowly slipped out of her. Instantly he was off her. He took her by her nape, his large mouth closing over her skin and pulling gently to help her to her feet. She hated that she needed the help, but Juan sensed her body would be weak. And damn it, he was right. Her legs were so wobbly she could barely stand. And the throbbing between her legs—damn.

It took her a lot longer to change than it did him.

“Take your time,” he said, handing her clothes to her after straightening them. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she lied, knowing he sensed the truth.

He pulled her sweatshirt over her head and held her jeans so she could step into them. Then he combed her hair with his fingers, taking his time to pick out the small twigs and grass that clung to her.

“How about you?” she asked, suddenly hating how selfish she’d been. “Your injuries. Did I hurt you at all?”

Juan laughed and pulled her into his arms. “Sweet little bitch. You take me in my fur and then ask if I’m okay.”

“I’m not the one who ran head-on into a car, wolf man.” She was sure he had to be tender. He wouldn’t let on if he were though. “I’m sure it was Moira who called while we were busy. She said she would when Dimitri and Nicolo headed back to their den.”

“I’m sure they are there by now. I’ll take you home. But tomorrow, I will meet with them.”

She looked up and sucked in a breath at the serious expression on his face.

Suddenly her heart beat too hard for her to say anything. He would talk to them about mating with her. She didn’t have to ask to know.

“Unless you don’t want me to,” he added quietly, searching her face.

Oh God. She loved him. He needed to know how much she loved him. She opened her mouth, the words on the tip of her tongue, and her mouth got too dry to speak. Shit.

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“Juan,” she mumbled, wishing her legs would quit trembling and her heart would return to her chest and get the hell out of her throat.

When she hesitated, his expression hardened. “What?” he demanded.

It would be so damned easier if he’d tell her that he loved her first.

“I want…I mean…” She was making a mess of this.

And she hated the heat that spread across her cheeks. She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked down, too embarrassed to meet the expectant look on his face.

“We just fucked each other in our fur.” Now he sounded accusatory. “I didn’t take that lightly.”

Oh hell. She’d made him mad. She licked her lips, hating how anger smelled on him, especially when it was directed at her.

“It’s not like that.” She reached for him.

Juan turned from her and ran his hand through his hair. Black locks tousled around his head. Muscles twitched under his shirt, stretching and bulging as his shoulders moved. He was more than breathtaking to look at. He stole every thought from her mind. In spite of her throbbing pussy and how weak her body was at the moment, watching him move, so strong and powerful-looking, made her want him all over again.

But when he turned around, her jaw dropped at the bitter intensity in his gaze.

“Why are you mad?” she blurted out.

“It might not be like that for you,” he told her harshly and grabbed her arm.