WithHerHunger (6 page)

Which he did. Without asking if he could enter her den,
Luther stepped inside, forcing Mariah to back up and closed her front door
behind him.

“Do you live here alone?” he asked, sniffing the air and
taking in his surroundings.

He didn’t simply acknowledge the furniture in the living
room or where the small hallway might lead. Instead, Luther studied his
surroundings with the scrutiny of a male laying claim to all around him. Mariah
felt it more than sensed it. Luther focused on the windows and probably how far
the door was behind him. This was a male used to fighting with fierce tooth and
claw for all he possessed.

“No. My cousin Marcy and I share this den. She’s already
left for a run then the kill at the pack leader’s den. I was going to leave
soon.”

“You won’t miss it.” It was all he said before moving in on
her.

Mariah didn’t have time to step out of the way or prevent
his actions. She wasn’t sure she would have if given the opportunity to decide.
Luther didn’t take a step forward but instead appeared to leap. At the same
time, his scent became so strong it was all she could smell.

With a single movement, Luther lifted her under her arms and
kept moving until her backside hit the wall behind her.

“Oh,” she cried out, her teeth instinctively lengthening as
the change demanded its way forward so she could defend herself.

Not that she would stand a chance. Luther’s virile body
pressed against hers, his cock already hard as stone.

“When you go, every male there will know you are not a
single female,” he informed her in a voice so harsh it should have pissed her
off.

At the moment, his actions turned her on enough she would
argue how he howled later. Especially when he grabbed her chin, tilted her face
to match his, then kissed her.

This was what she’d dreamed about since leaving him on the
mountain. Her shoes fell to the floor with a thud and her fingers dug deep into
his blond hair that still looked rather tousled. The whiskers on his cheek
burned her jaw and soft flesh. It simply fed the fire already burning inside
her.

Mariah wrapped her legs around his waist. Her pussy throbbed
against her jeans and she ached for them to be off.

As if he read her mind, Luther slipped one hand under her
sweater and his fingers reached up to the tip of her bra. In the next second,
he yanked her away from the wall and turned, tossing her to the couch.

“You think you can control me, Cariboo,” she growled, her
voice thick with passion and her teeth extended enough to garble her words.

The raw growl erupting from deep inside him created silver
streaks across his blue orbs. “Tell me I haven’t controlled every dream since
we’ve parted,” he challenged.

For a moment she was awestruck. How would he know that?

Mariah recovered quickly and leapt off the couch, coming at
him and grabbing his T-shirt and wadding it into her fist.

She had to tilt her head back to see his face, but Mariah
didn’t care. She wanted this male and was up to the challenge of taming him.

“No more than I’ve controlled yours,” she snarled then
reached for the collar of his shirt and tugged, hard, until he lowered his
mouth to hers. Instead of kissing him, she bit at his lower lip. “And I’ll say
if I’m a single or mated female, Cariboo,” she whispered.

His eyes went almost completely silver when he lifted her
off the floor.

“Don’t throw me on that couch again,” she warned him.

It wasn’t that his tossing her around didn’t make her swell
with need. Already the den smelled so strongly of both their lust they were
creating a new scent, a mixture of how both of them smelled. She could breathe
it in all night. But Mariah needed to train her Cariboo, and the lessons had to
start now.

Luther didn’t toss her. Instead he shoved the coffee table
out of his way with one leg. Then, lowering her onto the couch, he came down on
top of her but braced himself over her with one powerful arm.

“Every time you turned in that meadow, sensing you were
being watched,” he began in a low, guttural tone that singed her flesh with
desire. “Every time any male approached you, there was no doubt in your mind I
was very near making sure he didn’t move in too close.”

Mariah managed a satisfied smile, loving how strong his urge
to protect her was. She would show him how capable she was of protecting
herself. But not too fast. Mariah knew his Cariboo nature was to guard
everything that was his, and fight to a ruthless death with anyone who
challenged that. His ways weren’t too far from hers.

“And when I soaked your dick with my come,” she whispered.
“You knew, even as I ran away, who had claimed you.”

“You are my mate.”

“If I say I am,” she countered, unable to hide her small
smile.

Luther growled and yanked her sweater, lifting her off the
couch until he’d pulled it over her head and freed it from her arms.
Immediately he went for the zipper on her jeans. His growls sounded frustrated
only when it took him more than a minute to have her clothes on a pile on the
floor. Then he paused, staring down at her body.

Mariah couldn’t think for a moment. He’d been in a whirlwind
undressing her. Now that she stared up at him in only her bra and panties, she
was able to see the complete admiration in his expression.

“You are so beautiful,” he uttered. “So fragile.”

“Maybe for a large brute like you I might appear fragile,
but don’t forget for a moment, male, how well I can take care of myself.”

Luther smiled. Something told her she was suddenly seeing a
side of him very few had ever seen. He looked—happy.

She reached up and scratched the tip of his nose. His
clouded-over gaze cleared instantly and his attention shot from her cleavage
exposed from her lace bra to her eyes.

“Undress,” she mouthed before he could utter some empty
warning about demanding she belly up or another typical male comment.

Luther pushed off her and stood next to the couch. Mariah
forgot to think, breathe or even swallow when he peeled his T-shirt from his
powerfully muscular body. Everything bulged and flexed as Luther brought his
shirt over his head and stripped it away from his body. She stared at his
ripped muscles underneath tan, taut flesh. Small puckers and several long scars
stretched across his torso. Her male wasn’t trying to be fierce and demanding
of her, he
was
fierce and demanding.

When he sat on the end of her couch and pulled off his
boots, Mariah hopped up to lean on her knees next to him. She ran her finger
over the longest of his scars that ran from his shoulder down across his chest
at an angle.

“How long have you been on your own?” she asked, noting the
scar was fairly old.

“Since I was a cub,” he said, although his voice was
relaxed, indifferent to the years he fought simply to survive and find his next
kill.

She remembered him and the other two Cariboo males killing
and feeding off the elk in the mountains. Mariah had witnessed a small peek
into his life prior to running here to Prince George.

“Was your pack burned out too?” she asked.

Luther stood, unzipped his jeans then slid them down his
legs.

“Yes.”

Mariah had forgotten the question. She stared at his large,
long, thick cock and how incredibly hard it was. When she reached out and
touched him, he flinched, sucked in a breath. She looked up at him.

“Don’t stop.” His words were so garbled with need and the
change threatening his own body he was hard to understand.

Mariah stared up at him as she wrapped her fingers around
the thickness of his shaft. Power soared through her when his eyes rolled back
in his head and he fisted his hands on either side of his body. Luther was
fighting for control, giving her what she wanted. And she wanted to explore this
male she’d dreamed about every night for so many nights now. She had smelled
him again and again during their run. Luther had kept a close watch on her,
ready to betray his presence among
lunewulf
and attack to the death any
male who had managed the upper paw with her. Had he smelled the truth in her
words when she’d told him she could take care of herself? Did he understand how
it meant she wanted him for more than his ability to kill?

She ran her fingers up and down the length of him. His scent
grew stronger. His cock grew harder. Pre-come bubbled at his tip and she
smeared it along his shaft. It changed his scent, making it thicker, more
intoxicating. Mariah didn’t realize she was panting until she looked up his
body and caught him staring down at her.

It was more than any aphrodisiac Mariah had ever
experienced. Any male in her pack—her old pack—never came close to making her
feel the way she did right now. Her flesh tingled. Her heart palpitated so hard
in her chest it hurt. She panted as if she were in heat. And although she was
nowhere near her cycle, the only time when
lunewulf
could conceive,
Mariah felt the throbbing in her pussy as if she were.

Her senses were heightened. With each stroke, her fingers,
soaked now from his pre-come, moved up and down him with ease. He grew, got
thicker, became stiffer, yet he didn’t try to stop her. Mariah watched his
breathing grow more ragged, his hard stomach rise and fall. She took in the
hair that rose from where his umbilical cord had been cut from his mother to
where it spread in tight curls across his chest. With so many scars, some
merely hairlines while others were jagged puckered flesh where possibly he had
struggled not to bleed out, Luther was still the image of perfection.

Her womb swelled with need for him to be inside her. Luther
was so thick her fingers barely reached around him. Mariah quit stroking him.
If he grew much more, she worried she wouldn’t be able to take all of him.

“My little white
lunewulf
,” Luther rumbled, his voice
as thick with need as his scent.

“My Cariboo male,” she returned, and heat filled her
insides.

“I think you’ve played enough.”

Mariah’s laughter didn’t sound as it usually did. She liked
its sultry edge. “I might not be done playing.”

She squealed when Luther grabbed her. Her bra straps slipped
off her shoulders then the thin pieces of material snapped.

“What?” Mariah cried out.

His extended fingernails were deadly knives. They barely
brushed her hypersensitive flesh, yet she sucked in a haggard breath. By the
time she exhaled, her bra was being tossed to the floor, ripped off her by his
lengthened fingernails.

“Don’t you dare,” she cried out when he reached for her
panties.

He was between her legs, and taking off her underwear was
impossible unless he moved. Luther reached with his slightly changed hand.
Mariah grabbed his wrist.

“I said no.”

Their eyes locked. Mariah held his gaze captive as she
slipped her fingers under the side of her panties. Then allowing the change to
burn through her veins, her spine prickled with tiny hairs that crawled up her
neck. She extended her fingernails into long, razor-sharp claws and ripped the
side of her panties.

Luther’s breath caught in her throat and the silver streaks
of lightning reappeared in his blue eyes. She sliced the other side of her
panties. Luther grabbed them and yanked them free from her body. The moment air
swept over her pussy, cream covered her smooth flesh.

“My sweet little
lunewulf
,” Luther snarled.

“My name,” Mariah gasped. “Say my name.”

Luther’s rough finger stroked the entrance of her pussy.
“Mariah,” he whispered.

“Luther!” she howled, arching off the couch.

His chuckle was deadly sounding. Mariah wasn’t worried when
she stared up through lust-clouded eyes. She reached for him, grabbing his
muscular arms and pulled him to her. Their mouths locked in a passionate kiss
as his cock sank deep into her pussy.

She cried out into his mouth, and one of his large hands
wrapped around the back of her head as he began moving inside her. They fucked
as lovers would who had been apart from each other for too long. Passion held
thick in the air. Their scents were heady with lust, but it soon changed into a
stronger, sweeter, more pure aroma.

Love!

Was it love?

Mariah remembered how wonderful her sire and mother smelled
when they embraced. This wasn’t the same scent. She and Luther had created
their own aroma. It was an enticing, beautiful smell so strong, so powerful she
doubted it would ever fade.

Mariah remembered her mother had once told her,
Love
didn’t smell simply because you wanted it to.
She had said,
Love will
grow forever. It will never die, although it can be killed.
At the time,
Mariah had snarled at her mother for howling riddles. Mariah had been even more
infuriated when her mother simply smiled. She was afraid she might have that
same stupid smile on her face now.

Luther began a low growl. Mariah tasted it as much as she
heard it. His cock thrust deeper and deeper inside her. She was crushed into
the couch, her legs wrapped around his thick, powerful torso. Each time he buried
himself farther inside her hot, soaked pussy, pressure grew until it was
unbearable.

His growl grew and she felt his body tense. Mariah ran her
fingertips, which were now back to their human form, along his flesh. Muscles
quivered under her touch. Her mother and sire had barely known each other when
they had mated, yet their love had been at its strongest when they died. Her
sire’s litter and her mother’s litter had believed the two of them a good
match. Mariah wished now she had asked for more details. Although in the end,
she had witnessed hundreds of times when her litter had run with the clean
smell of happiness. Maybe that was all she needed to know.

“Mariah, you are…” His words broke off into a thundering
growl.