Page 50 of Mating Season
Getting the party started.She wagged her tail.
We’re not even in heat.
Close enough.
No freaking way!I yanked on my human skin. My bones contorted awkwardly as I knelt in the dirt, trying to push myself upright while my spine cracked and rearranged. It was over in half a second. Ranger’s furry wolf arms knocked me forward again as his paws hit the dirt on either side of my hips.
Oh no.My eyes widened. I was open to experimenting, but this was a tad too far.
“French toast,” I cried, throwing my elbow backward. It connected with solid human flesh. Asoftwoofin human voice was followed by Ranger’s thick–human–biceps gathering me up and pulling me to his chest.
“That wasn’t very nice.” He growled against my ear. His tone was playful and light. I relaxed against him, feeling the fight drain from me and adrenaline start to edge away.
“I wasn’t about to get mounted in the middle of an open field.” I laughed nervously, looking around for the cameras. We were far enough from the trees that I didn’t think a trail cam could get us on film, but a drone could fly over at any minute.
“Is that so?” Ranger rocked me back, adjusting so the length of his hard cock was pressed against my butt. He traced his hands down my sides, leaving my naked stomach and breasts exposed to the chilly night, and pressed his lips to my shoulders. “What if I want to mount you in this open field?”
“I… Uh…” I swallowed hard as my gaze darted to the trees. It’s not like the show actually aired any of the sexual mating season parts. That might get them banned from TV. And the trail cameras couldn’t really see us all the way over here. My wolf couldn’t have picked a better spot to give in.
I’m not stupid.
“Words, Aspen.” Ranger trailed his fingers to my breasts, cupping one in each hand as he massaged them with slow, caressing strokes. “Do you want to get fucked in the open where everyone can hear you scream?”
I squeezed my eyes tight, knowing he was going to make me say it.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I want to have sex with you out here.”
Ranger’s dark laughter was full of tantalizing promises as his hand dipped down. His fingers curled in my pubic hair and he gave it a gentle tug, eliciting a little gasp from me as the pain mixed with the rush of pleasure. I bit down on my lip to cover the sound of my moan.
“Come on,” he teased. And oh, how he couldtease. “I’ll need you to be louder than that.”
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Ranger
Beautiful mate.
Her knees were spread in the dirt as I held her steady and the scent of her arousal clouded the air. Adrenaline was still pumping through my veins and I barely held my beast in check.
He wanted to bite, to fuck, to claim.
She needs to get ready to take me.
I held to that fact like a lifeline, using it to tap into the power of self-control I’d used my whole adult life. I wouldn’t hurt her. Not unless she begged. And, Goddess, I wanted to hear Aspen beg.
I rolled her clit between my thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to hear her sharp intake of air. Then I massaged it gently. This wasn’t punishment per se–even if she deserved it for the stunt she pulled earlier. These were sensations designed to keep her focused on the moment and make my girl pliable putty in my hands.
“Tell me again how much you don’t want to be exposed out here in the open.” I trailed my lips up the side of her taut neck. “Tell me you don’t want to cum screaming my name for every other female to hear you lay claim.”
“Ranger.” My name was a whispered plea as she arched her back, pressing more of her body against my chest.
“Still not loud enough.” I drew her earlobe between my teeth, spreading her lips wide open with two fingers and gathering her wetness in the palm of my hand. “Are you going to scream when I stretch you with my cock?”
Aspen gasped, rubbing herself against my hand as I spoke. She was so damn responsive. I had to wonder if she’d ever heard a dirty word whispered in her ear before.
Kill them all.My beast started growling.
Probably wasn’t a good idea to think of that.