wanting to taste her.
Filling his lungs with her scent would give him the strength he needed to win this challenge. He’d known he needed to mate with her before he attacked for position of pack leader. Now he saw why. In spite of her claiming to be unsure, she was the strongest bitch he’d ever known. Willing to take on her own sire, unafraid when Bruno had taken her on alone on the cliff, Renee possessed power that matched his. No other werewolf would do for either of them. And with that knowledge in his head, he’d be triumphant, knowing that together they could have anything they wanted.
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She lifted her face, offering her mouth, which he greedily accepted. Nipping at her lip, he then ran his tongue over the spot he’d just bitten. She gasped, relaxing against him, submitting to him.
“Go do what you must do,” she whispered into his mouth.
He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass. Shoving his hard cock against her soft belly, he growled. His body screamed that what he must do right now was fuck her again. But he needed to walk among his pack right now, assure them that their new leader was strong and not hiding.
“You will be by my side.” His voice was gravelly and his teeth pricked his gums when he tried speaking.
“Yes,” she said.
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Chapter Four
Renee followed Bruno into Freddie’s locanda . She almost drooled staring at his broad shoulders, the casual way he sauntered into the locally owned werewolf establishment. Muscles rippled in his back under his shirt. His thick black hair fell past his collar. Buns of steel would distract any bitch who saw him, and with a quick glance around the locanda , more than one of them turned when he strolled past tables, as if he owned the place. Silent and in control, moving like a predator claiming his pack, he commanded the attention of every werewolf there.
She met the gazes of nearby females, fighting a rumble in her throat to claim her territory, let them know he wasn’t available. She glanced at the clock hanging behind the bar—less than an hour until midnight and the time when her life would change forever. Little bolts of electricity shot off inside her.
Her palms got too wet and she rubbed them down her dress as she stared after Bruno. They would do this. Together they would make her pack stronger and more powerful. The nerves didn’t go away, but a chill of excitement tightened her muscles.
“Renee, get over here.” One of her packmates she’d grown up with, Maria, hollered from her bar stool at the counter.
Maria’s mother, a widowed bitch who looked about the same age as Maria, turned and let her gaze travel down Bruno. He turned, just as a couple of werewolves walked toward him, ignored them, and grabbed Renee’s neck.
“Remember who you belong to,” he whispered in her face, and then pulled her to him for a hot, quick, possessive kiss.
It almost threw her off balance. Curiosity and lust clogged the air as every pack member, she swore—every last one of them—turned and paid heed to the aggressive, dominating act. He released her while his dark brooding gaze undressed her in front of everyone. She blushed as her nipples hardened, her pussy swelling with need so quickly a soul would have to be on the edge of death not to smell it.
Growling at him, it was impossible to regain composure. He’d made his point to the pack. Now she would have to answer all the bitches’ questions. The cocky son of a bitch. Part of her wanted to clobber him, while her other half craved grabbing him, returning the kiss, and eliminating any doubt anyone had whom he belonged to.
He tapped her nose with his finger and then turned before she could let loose a few choice words as to what she
Filling his lungs with her scent would give him the strength he needed to win this challenge. He’d known he needed to mate with her before he attacked for position of pack leader. Now he saw why. In spite of her claiming to be unsure, she was the strongest bitch he’d ever known. Willing to take on her own sire, unafraid when Bruno had taken her on alone on the cliff, Renee possessed power that matched his. No other werewolf would do for either of them. And with that knowledge in his head, he’d be triumphant, knowing that together they could have anything they wanted.
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She lifted her face, offering her mouth, which he greedily accepted. Nipping at her lip, he then ran his tongue over the spot he’d just bitten. She gasped, relaxing against him, submitting to him.
“Go do what you must do,” she whispered into his mouth.
He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass. Shoving his hard cock against her soft belly, he growled. His body screamed that what he must do right now was fuck her again. But he needed to walk among his pack right now, assure them that their new leader was strong and not hiding.
“You will be by my side.” His voice was gravelly and his teeth pricked his gums when he tried speaking.
“Yes,” she said.
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Chapter Four
Renee followed Bruno into Freddie’s locanda . She almost drooled staring at his broad shoulders, the casual way he sauntered into the locally owned werewolf establishment. Muscles rippled in his back under his shirt. His thick black hair fell past his collar. Buns of steel would distract any bitch who saw him, and with a quick glance around the locanda , more than one of them turned when he strolled past tables, as if he owned the place. Silent and in control, moving like a predator claiming his pack, he commanded the attention of every werewolf there.
She met the gazes of nearby females, fighting a rumble in her throat to claim her territory, let them know he wasn’t available. She glanced at the clock hanging behind the bar—less than an hour until midnight and the time when her life would change forever. Little bolts of electricity shot off inside her.
Her palms got too wet and she rubbed them down her dress as she stared after Bruno. They would do this. Together they would make her pack stronger and more powerful. The nerves didn’t go away, but a chill of excitement tightened her muscles.
“Renee, get over here.” One of her packmates she’d grown up with, Maria, hollered from her bar stool at the counter.
Maria’s mother, a widowed bitch who looked about the same age as Maria, turned and let her gaze travel down Bruno. He turned, just as a couple of werewolves walked toward him, ignored them, and grabbed Renee’s neck.
“Remember who you belong to,” he whispered in her face, and then pulled her to him for a hot, quick, possessive kiss.
It almost threw her off balance. Curiosity and lust clogged the air as every pack member, she swore—every last one of them—turned and paid heed to the aggressive, dominating act. He released her while his dark brooding gaze undressed her in front of everyone. She blushed as her nipples hardened, her pussy swelling with need so quickly a soul would have to be on the edge of death not to smell it.
Growling at him, it was impossible to regain composure. He’d made his point to the pack. Now she would have to answer all the bitches’ questions. The cocky son of a bitch. Part of her wanted to clobber him, while her other half craved grabbing him, returning the kiss, and eliminating any doubt anyone had whom he belonged to.
He tapped her nose with his finger and then turned before she could let loose a few choice words as to what she
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