Taming Heather [Cariboo Lunewulf 1] (25 page)
“Naked. I need you naked.” Good God, she was almost panting.
Marc chuckled, a sound that sent chills of anticipation rushing through her.
“You stay away from me intentionally, making me suffer without you, and then think you can just have what you want the second you want it?”
“Yup. Sounds damn good to me.” She reached for his jeans but he backed away from her.
She didn’t understand when he opened a drawer to his dresser and pulled out a few pieces of clothing.
“What’s this?” she asked, staring at the flannel shirt he handed her.
“Just a minute, I think there are some old sweats here that might fit you.”
“What the hell are you doing?” She knelt on his bed, completely naked, glaring at his backside as he rummaged through several of his drawers before finding what he wanted and holding them toward her. “You want me to put on old baggy clothes?”
“Well, for tonight it’s the best that I have for you.” The mischievous look he gave her made her want to smack him. He tossed the clothing on the bed next to her. “Put them on. We’re going on a run and I don’t want you to freeze that cute little ass of yours off.”
This wasn’t exactly what she’d had in mind. But she had to admit, it was fun putting on his clothes, his musky scent wrapping around her as she drowned in the clothing. Next he found her an old jacket and then led her out to his deck.
Watching him strip in the darkness was so damned erotic. She felt ugly as sin bundled up in his clothing, but could tell how excited he was to take her with him.
“There’s no bike here. How do you expect me to keep up with you?”
“You’re going to ride me, little bitch.”
She would have asked him what he meant by that but Marc began changing. His body contorted, muscles bulging so fiercely underneath his skin she wondered how he managed not to scream in pain.
Without thought, she reached out, knowing her action was ridiculous. Marc worshipped the change, gloried in releasing his raw, untamed energy. This was what made him whole, so much more man than any human.
His cheekbones broadened, while his nose seemed to lower on his face. Bones altered, transforming him. She wondered if she would ever get accustomed to how he altered, morphed with a silence and grace into the giant beast that stood before her just a minute later.
Her heart raced in her chest. Marc was a ferocious looking creature. Large dagger-like teeth pressed against his fur. Larger than any dog, any wolf—hell, possibly larger than a bear, not that she’d ever stood next to one. And those silver eyes, almond-shaped and too wise to belong to any animal, stared at her, blinking slowly. Heather’s mouth went dry. This creature was the same being who had stood before her and the man that she loved. The beast before her was simply another part of Marc.
He lowered his head, looking even more deadly, if that were possible, and let out a low growl. When he stepped toward her, rubbing against her, she managed to get her mind to work.
“You want me to ride you?”
That’s what he’d said. She ran her hands through his thick white coat, and then held on while she climbed onto his back. Then she held on for dear life as he started off with a slow pace through the backyard.
It took a few minutes, and Marc didn’t rush in picking up his pace, but Heather managed to get comfortable, leaning forward and resting her chest against his back. Solid muscle twitched against her with a steady rhythm as he began running, taking them into open countryside.
Her man—her werewolf—was sharing the other half of who he was with her. And her heart swelled as she relaxed, and ran her hands over his rough coat.
“I love you, Marc McAllister,” she whispered into his ear, and she swore he looked like he was laughing.
About the author
All my life, I’ve wondered at how people fall into the routines of life. The paths we travel seemed to be well-trodden by society. We go to school, fall in love, find a line of work (and hope and pray it is one we like), have children and do our best to mold them into good people who will travel the same path. This is the path so commonly referred to as the “real world”.
The characters in my books are destined to stray down a different path other than the one society suggests. Each story leads the reader into a world altered slightly from the one they know. For me, this is what good fiction is about, an opportunity to escape from the daily grind and wander down someone else’s path.
Lorie O’Clare lives in Kansas with her three sons.
Lorie welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1337 Commerce Drive, #13, Stow, Ohio 44224.
Also by Lorie O’Clare
Fallen Gods: Jaded Prey
Fallen Gods: Lotus Blooming
Fallen Gods: Tainted Purity
Full Moon Rising
Lunewulf 1: Pack Law
Lunewulf 2: In Her Blood
Lunewulf 3: In Her Dreams
Lunewulf 4: In Her Nature
Lunewulf 5: In Her Soul
Sex Slaves 1: Sex Traders
Sex Slaves 2: Waiting For Yesterday
Sex Slaves 3: Waiting For Dawn
The First Time
Things That Go Bump in the Night 2004 anthology
Torrid Love: Caught!
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